Page 10 of On the Land, We Shoot Straight
Joel came up close behind him, kicked Grady’s feet open wider with his boot.
Grady moved and let Joel push his pants down farther. He listened as Joel got the lube out of his pocket, clicked the cap. Then his hand was between Grady’s legs and his wet fingers were pushing in.
Grady grunted.
“Tight,” Joel said.
“Been a while,” Grady replied and braced his arms on the wall.
Joel didn’t mess around, just got Grady open enough and shoved his own pants out of the way.
Grady inhaled, and it sounded loud to him under the sound of the rain pattering on the tin above them. Joel’s dick slid between his ass cheeks, a hot thick line of pressure as he angled himself and rested the head at Grady’s opening before pushing in. Grady grunted and tried to relax.
Joel’s breathing puffed under the brim of Grady’s hat, parting the hair at his neck. Once Joel seemed satisfied he was in, he brought his hands to Grady’s waist and held him steady. He pulled out an inch before shoving back in.
Grady felt the invasion and tried again to relax.
“You good?” Joel asked. His hands opened on Grady’s waist before squeezing him hard, his fingers rough as he dug into his sides over his shirt.
“Good,” Grady replied.
Joel rocked back into him and got a rhythm going.
Grady breathed through the discomfort and knew it’d start to feel real good in a minute. He opened his legs farther. Joel took it as permission and started fucking him harder, his cock burying to the hilt before sliding out an inch and shoving back in.
It turned from an uncomfortable ache to a deep kind of pleasure, and Grady groaned. Joel tugged him back onto his cock with a brutal thrust, and Grady felt him start to shoot, his cock buried as deep as it could go as he shoved in on a few short thrusts.
Grady was hard, but he let Joel catch his breath before he started to move.
“Gimme a sec,” Joel panted and pulled out slowly.
Grady listened as Joel caught his breath and shuffled around. He turned and Joel was already facing the other wall, his pants and belt tucked under his ass, his powdered blue shirt hem skimming his crack, his chest still heaving. Grady moved in behind him at the same time as he shoved his pants down so he could get his hand around his dick.
Joel riffled around in his pocket and handed back the lube, his breathing loud against the wall. Grady took it and slicked himself up, and it felt good; he gave himself a few good strokes before grabbing Joel’s hip with the other hand. He brought the hand off his cock and used the excess lube to spread aroundJoel’s hole before sliding his forefinger in, then his middle finger as he worked him open.
He lined up, and Joel rested his head against the concrete wall. Grady pushed up and in with one smooth stroke.
“Fuck,” Joel groaned out.
“All right?” Grady asked as his hips rocked in and his hand held Joel tight at his hip.
“Yeah,” Joel breathed.
Grady pulled out and then fucked back in. He fucked into that tight heat with long, steady strokes, enjoying the feeling of a good, hard fuck. Joel held himself steady against the wall. Grady noticed he was stroking himself and huffed a laugh at his neck.
“Fuck off,” Joel panted. “Been a week.”
Grady snorted—a week wasn’t a while. He fucked him harder until Joel was tightening around his cock like a vice and shooting off against the wall. Grady followed right after, bit back his gasp, and closed his eyes against the rush as he came.
He blinked his eyes open and let his breathing steady before he pulled out. Joel hissed. Grady tapped him on the hip before stepping back and pulling his pants back up. He did up his buttons and fixed his belt. He could hear Joel turning and doing the same.
“You want?” Joel asked and tilted his cigarettes at Grady.
Grady shook his head.
Joel nodded, lit a cigarette, inhaled and blew it out on a long breath as he shoved his hair out of his eyes and back under his hat.
“You goin’ to Harvest Fest?”
