Straight Country Stud Turns, Ch. 05

Daylight streamed through the blinds and across Toq's bedroom. His chiseled torso was bathed in light as he opened his eyes.What the hell even was last night?Feeling his throbbing erection against his abs, Toq remembered. His phone buzzing with the "you up?" text, the heat of his desire, the butterflies in his stomach. Being used. Pleasure. But also feeling something akin to shame or sadness.

Clearing his throat, Toq remembered the rough face-fucking and he groaned in something that felt a lot like satisfaction. In the bright light of morning, his feelings and sensitivities seemed much more distant. Or. Maybe he just felt really horny. He'd make time to address that today; he had to.

Slipping on a pair of 4 inch shorts, socks, and running shoes, Toq headed outside. As his shoes hit the pavement in a light jog, his mind began to clear. After a half mile warm up, he picked up the pace. His shirtless, muscled chest bounced with each step and his head began to empty. He loved the feeling of focus that came over him in this moment and he wanted to stay in it as long as he could. One mile, then two, then three passed and he turned back towards home. His quads and calfs firing with every stride, he took in the houses, the shops, and the sun shining through the trees.

He smiled when he saw Maggie up ahead, sitting on her parents front porch in a low cut top and booty shorts. He slowed down to say hello, sauntering up the walk and leaning on the stair railing, sweat dripping down his handsome face as he grinned from ear-to-ear.

"Mornin' Mags," Toq said cheerfully.

"Good morning to you. Would you like a glass of water?" Maggie offered.

"Nah, thanks. Two miles to home, I can have a drink then."

"Suit yourself," Maggie said, looking down at Toq's sweaty shorts. They'd shifted a bit from running and his were riding up. The head of Toq's thick flaccid cock hung just below the right leg of his shorts. Toq noticed the attention as Maggie's eyes lingered. He didn't move to change a thing.

"Ain't no harm in lookin' Mags, that's what I always say," he teased, giving her a wink and glancing down at her chest. "Hey, I'll see ya around."

"Mmm, mmm, mmmmmm," Maggie said, "I hope so."

And with that, Toq headed back to his apartment. The luke-warm water in the shower felt great against his skin and Toq stroked himself until he was hard, thinking about Maggie's skinny body and what it might be like to fuck a girl with less curves than Cindy. He thought about the way she looked at him hungrily, about what it might be like ifhechose to be the powerful one. Would she let him cum on her pretty face or finger her tight asshole? God, he felt horny. Maybe someday. Not today. He felt a compulsion, a beckoning. He wasn't even sure why, but he felt powerless to resist.

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Twenty minutes later, Toq parked his truck in front of Ted's single-wide trailer, turning the key off in the ignition and taking a deep breath.What the fuck am I doing? Why am I here?Beau was nowhere in sight, thank god.

Just go inside and let something happen. Anything.

Ted Miller stood in the doorway, watching the indecision from a front-row seat. He stepped out on the small wooden stoop, shirtless, with a cigarette hanging out of his 50 something year old mouth and a smirk on his face.

Since their surprise encounter, Toq hadn't exactly been a stranger. He'd stopped by two more times for "help" as he'd say. Ted had to hand it to him, the kid had a great body and was pretty bold to keep coming back. And Ted enjoyed getting to let out his dominant side and use his experience to help out the horny young stud. He took a long draw on the cigarette and stared at the pretty man sitting there in the truck.

Suddenly feeling like he was being watched, Toq looked up and blushed. There was something alluring and handsome about Ted Miller. He was lean and fit and his gray chest hair gave him a certain maturity or gravitas that felt...hot. Toq flashed back to his morning flirtation with Maggie, her small frame and hungry eyes, then back here to this moment. The contrast was stark; both were making his stomach tingle.

Am I ever gonna just feel normal again?

He reached over for the door handle and popped open the door, swinging his legs and body over and hopping down from the pickup.

"Mornin', kid," Ted said, finishing his cigarette.

"Hey there...Ted. Er. Mr. Miller." Toq replied, adding, "I don't know why I'm here. I need to talk."

"Let's get it sorted then, man," Ted said, stepping over and putting a hand on the young man's arm. "What's up?"

Turning to Ted, Toq spoke up, "I've been seeing this guy, and..."

Ted looked right into his eyes with no judgment. He was struck by Toq's honesty, feeling convicted and jealous. He would never have had the courage to admit he liked men and women when he was twenty-two.

The words tumbled from Toq's lips, like marbles rolling off a shelf. He told Ted about his experimenting with strangers, about his regular experimenting with Beau, being careful not to reveal Beau's identity to Ted. He didn't know how much Ted already knew about his son. Finally, reaching up, Toq put his hand on Ted's bare chest, saying, "I just...this is weird Ted, I feel real mixed up." His eyes watered a bit and he felt like he wanted to kiss Ted Miller.

Ted felt it too. Throwing his cigarette off the porch, he took Toq's hand off his chest and motioned inside with sympathetic sigh. A dog barked in the distance as he glanced over his shoulder to see if anyone else was out and about in the trailer park this morning.

As they walked inside, their conversation continued. "So, you like what you have with this fella?" Ted asked.

"I mean. Yeah. I like it enough? I think I do."

Ted pushed the door closed behind them and they stood in his cluttered trailer, between the small kitchen and living area. The couch where Toq had been coached through a few jerk off sessions was up against the paneled wall, a picture window behind it covered with mini-blinds. Ted had closed the blinds and hadn't yet turned any lights on. The room was gray and heavy with honesty and masculinity.

"What do you like about being with this asshole?"

Toq blushed.Oh fuck, if he even knew it was Beau."I..."

"You like the fuckin'."

"Well. We've never actually..."

"Don't get technical, you like the sex stuff?" Ted clarified with a rural charm that made Toq feel funny in a good way.

"Yes," Toq gushed. "Jesus Christ, it's...it's...great! I don't know, Mr. Miller, I like to be bossed, but I don't want to be, how would I say it. I want to be..." Toq was smiling thinking about how hot the sex was.

It was a struggle to find the words and a struggle to be honest. To understand. His face softened, his expression souring as he went on. "I mean I feel sometimes like. God, I just needed to talk to someone. Like you said, I like the sex stuff. Even the rough stuff, Mr. Miller, maybe especially the rough stuff. But then I feel used up. Or my feelings get hurt."

It didn't go unnoticed that Toq had slipped another, "Mr. Miller," in there. He'd started that as a way to separate his dalliances with Toq from the friendly relationship he'd established when he just saw the man occasionally hanging out with his son Beau. But now, he could see this kid was working some shit out.

"You feel bad sometimes about it, huh?"

"Yeah. I do," Toq replied, looking down with shame.

"Maybe you need to let it go. Or maybe it's because he's acting like he doesn't give a shit about you. Let's sit down, kid."

They sat on the couch next to each other. Toq's stomach turned in a nervous but pleasant way. He thought about the three different times Ted had coached him to a spectacular orgasm, thought about his aching balls that got no release last night or this morning, about his deep desire to be seen, known, and taken in new ways. His lust started to swell and he reached for Ted's hand.

Ted patted Toq's hand and then gently pulled his own hand back. "Look Toq, I'm just a backwards redneck. Never was a big success. Twice divorced. Probably not your best bet for advice, but it's nice that you trust me. I want to do right by ya."

"I do trust you. Like nobody knows I'm gay, or bi, or whatever. You do. And you listen."

"Toq, you can like rough sex, without wanting to actually be treated like shit. Fucking around is better and safer, with people who care about 'cha."

"Huh. This guy does care about me. Or he did. Before? When we started out. I don't know. How do I get that?"

"You gotta figure your shit out, figure out what ya want, and talk about it."

They talked more, with Ted sharing his redneck version of what 'consent' means. About having a dynamic in bed that doesn't carry over to regular life, or, if it does, only in ways that feel good for both people.

Toq was mostly getting it. "Fuck. I get off on feeling used. I want that when the person I'm with does it but they make sure I know they still care about me. I think I want them to show me that they care about me. I guess I thought maybe that didn't apply to fucking around with dudes. This is way deeper than I thought."

Ted smiled, feeling satisfied with the unexpectedly intimate and frank conversation they'd had. Dialing back the intensity of the conversation, Ted asked, "You have work today?"

"Nah, I have the day off."

"Big plans?"

"I might try to meet up with Maggie later." Toq said, feeling his face get hot.

"Damn kid, I don't know where you find all the energy for chasin' guys and gals." Ted laughed and sipped a now cold cup of a coffee.

"It's just a lot to figure out," Toq said, looking at Ted with big eyes.

Ted patted Toq's knee, "Sure is, kid, but you'll get there, I know it." He started to stand, pushing off of Toq, but his hand was enveloped by Toq's which gripped tightly.

"Help me," Toq whispered, barely concealing his desperation.

"Sure kid, we can talk more if you'd like."

Ted sat back down on the front edge of the chair, ready to move on with his day. Toq tried to find the words. He'd almost start talking before taking another breath. Finally, he just muttered, "Ok."

Ted tried to be polite. "Look, I don't want to rush you, but I got to get ready for work myself in a bit."

"I just feel frustrated."

"Alright, go on. It's good to talk it out."

"I mean, pent up." As he said it, Toq took Ted's hand moving it to the bulge in his pants.

"Damn. Now, look kid, we can't keep doin' that stuff. I should listen to you and send you back to figure it out." Still, Ted did not remove his hand, nor did he grip that rock hard cock under it.

Toq's neck was tense as he turned toward Ted, his eyes pleading, "But that friend of mine, last night, left me hanging. Blue balls, ya know?"

"Oh." Ted attempted to pull his hand away, but Toq held it there firmly.

"Please."

"Look, I, uh..."

Lifting his hips to grind his hardness into Ted's uncommitted and unmoving hand, Toq asked, "Couldn't you just help me a little."

Ted looked over at the handsome young man, his hips rising and falling.Fuck. Look at him move.Ted's hand relaxed.

Toq went on, with a seductive tone, adding, "I think about you, about your body. Your strength, your sexy hairy chest, and the way you...the way you actually care."

Ted's fingers gripped the hard-on in Toq's pants and began a gentle massage.

"You can help me, I know you can," Toq gasped, closing his eyes. "Please, Mr. Miller. Please, pleeeeease, Mr. Miller."

Ted Miller gave in. His hand grabbed onto the cock beneath it massaging and rubbing it through his pants.

"Ah, fuck, yes, Mr. Miller."

"You're sure you want this?"

"Oh god, yessss," Toq hissed in reply.

The two men looked at each other, hunger in their eyes. Suddenly, Ted got up and turned down the narrow hall. Toq sat wide-eyed, heart pounding in his ears.

"You comin'?" Ted called out. "Get your ass down here."

Toq scurried to his feet and wandered down the hall. He glanced in the first doorway and Ted was taking off his clothes.God, he looks good."Uh, hey Mr. Miller."

Ted spoke softly but commandingly. "Now take off your clothes and lay down on the bed and listen."

Toq obeyed, discarding his shirt as he walked into the room. The room was cluttered, with an empty bear can on the night stand, a basket of unfolded laundry on the floor, and a dresser covered by knickknacks and loose change. The bed was unmade. Toq laid down on top of it, his back on the fitted sheet and his feet on the pile of blankets half way down.

"This is the last time I'm fucking around with you, Toq. You're a grown man, but there's the age thing. And you're best friends with my son, for fuck sake."

"But, Mr. Miller, I..."

"Not another word about it or we end it right fuckin' now."

Toq looked Ted over and saw his short, fat, mushroom-headed cock pointing straight out. Toq wondered if he would have the balls to walk away from whatever this was turning into. Still, he didn't want to risk blowing it by arguing. "Ok, Mr. Miller. Got it," Toq said, weakly.

Ted stood next to the bed, pumped a generous amount of lube onto his rough hands and reached for Toq's large, swollen, cock. Using both hands, he stroked, down, up, around...down, up, around. He kept that up for a minute, enjoying the sight of this hunk of a man writhing on his bed. He got more lube and took one hand lower, greasing Toq's heavy balls and taint.

Toq groaned in pleasure, calling out obscenities and moaning. The massaging and stroking continued, an increasing pace, followed by a slower pace. And every once in a while, Ted would simply grip Toq's cock at the base and press into his pubic bone.

Toq loved it. When the stroking would stop like that, he'd hump his hips up desperately and call out, "Aw jeez, Mr. Miller, you're fucking driving me crazy."

Ted continued a one-handed approach, applying lube to his own dick and stroking himself at the same time. Toq opened his eyes and stared, mesmerized by the man's cock, the tuft of gray hair above it, and the perversity of the whole situation.

"Scoot over, man," Ted encouraged. "Make some room for Mr. Miller to join you."

"Oooh...okay," Toq answered breathily as he scooted to the middle of the bed.

Ted laid down on his side next to him, his slippery, hard cock pressing into Toq's thigh. Ted propped himself up on his elbow for a while, stroking and admiring this man with a muscled chest and defined abs laying in his small, cluttered bedroom.

"You like to look at me," Toq said. It wasn't a question.

"Damn right I do."

"What do you like?"

Ted laughed at the young adult, seeking affirmation. He was happy to give it. "You got an honest spirit about ya. A good mind."

"Go on, what else."

"You remind me of the beauty of youth. Your muscled chest. Your smooth skin. The color in your hair. You look athletic, masculine, and muscled. Your thick thighs and plump ass make a lot of people do a double take." As he said this, Ted moved his hand to Toq's hips, squeezing his muscle and grinding his own fat cock hard into the thick thigh muscle beside him.

Toq groaned, unable to speak a word as he reached for his own exposed dick to stroke it.

"You want me to coach you again, tell you how to breathe and jack it, until you explode, one last time together?"

"No, Mr. Miller. I want more," Toq answered. "I want you inside me. I need it." He was panting now.

"Fuck. You ever...?"

"No. Never. Just by myself, but never with a..."

"You sure? I mean, look..."

"Fuck. Me. I fucking mean it. I need it."

Ted didn't need another prompt, but he wanted to change the tone. He spoke reassuringly, as he returned his hand to Toq's throbbing member. "Just call me Ted. Ok?"

"Ok, Ted, ok. What do I do?"

"You trust me. And let me know how everything feels."

"Ok...I need this." Toq answered, a pleading look on his face.

Ted moved swiftly, swinging his leg over Toq's body and straddling him. Here they were, cock-to-cock, with Ted towering over him. Holding them together, Ted gripped both of their slippery engorged cocks. As he started grinding and humping, Toq let out an involuntary low moan and placed his hands on Ted's broad hairy chest. Running his fingers through the wiry gray hair, his lips curled into a devious smile.

"Holy fuck," Toq said, "Just, holy fuck, fuck, uhhhhh. Just keep...oh god. So hard. So sexy. Fuck, Ted. Just take me."

Ted's strong right hand let go of their dicks as he leaned down on the bed, reaching for Toq's innocent face. Bending all the way down, continuing his humping and grinding, Ted kissed Toq on the forehead gently, several times. The two men moved in-sync with one another, grinding and moaning.

No words were spoken as Ted placed his forehead against Toq's forehead. Their sweaty bodies moved together as they looked into each other's eyes, Toq's arms wrapped around Ted in a surprisingly warm embrace. A bead of precum dripped from Ted's bulbous cock head, making their frotting even more deliciously slippery.

Ted whispered, "Gorgeous. Just gorgeous. Ineedthat ass."

"Take it."

It's hard to say who finally leaned in, but the two masculine faces pressed together in an explosive french kiss. Ted's stubble felt rough against Toq's face. He loved it, holding his older, rougher face in his hand as their chests, stomachs, and erections slide against each other. The kiss went from tender to sloppy and back again as the men moaned into each other's mouths.

Ted finally pulled back, stepping off the bed and taking a good long look at the Adonis before him.

"Beautiful. Just beautiful. Stand up and bend over, let me see you from behind," Ted said, his voice gentle and full of lust.

Toq moved slowly, teasing Ted the way he used to tease Cindy. Rolling his body, his arms over his head, showing off his muscles and physique. He turned around and stood tall, hands on his hips, showing off his bubble butt. Ted reached forward, cupping an ass cheek and sighing.

"Goddamn, boy, you got a finer ass than half the women in this town," Ted growled before giving that ass a firm smack.

The stinging feeling made Toq feel alive. He turned back around and stepped close to Ted, feeling bolder. He cleared his throat and said, "I realize, you've never seen what I can do with my mouth." And with that, he slid down to his knees, sticking his tongue out and lapping at the fat head of Ted's short cock. It was a passionate display; he was trying to impress Ted with his skills. Sliding his tongue over the front while he gently sucked, twisting his head from side to side, then sliding deep, nuzzling his nose in Ted's groin, the pulsing cock bouncing on the very back of Toq's tongue.

"Aw, fuck that's good," Ted groaned as he grabbed Toq's head from both sides and pulled him up to his feet. "I'm not gonna fuckin' nut in your mouth today, kid. Not today."

Pulling him in, they kissed deeply as Toq wrapped his arms around Ted's strong body, feeling his hairy back, as their dicks rubbed together. Suddenly, with a hunger, Ted put his hands on Toq's hips, pushing him back and spinning him around.

"Bend over, time for me. Let me fuck this gorgeous ass. Don't worry, I'll be gentle."

Toq leaned forward, placing his face and arms on the bed and rocking his hips forward and back, "Ok. Ok, I'm ready."

Lubing a finger up, Ted eased first one, then two fingers between Toq's cheeks and into his tight ass. There was no resistance and Toq couldn't hold back.

"Give me that dick, Ted. Take my ass. It's like I've needed a cock in my ass my whole life. Fuckin' give it to me." As Toq said it, he was humping his hips backward again, his hunger undeniable. This was a man desperate to be taken.

Ted positioned his cock right against the tight entrance, admiring Toq's low hanging balls. Arching his back in preparation, a long steady moan emanated from Toq's vocal chords.