Rodeo Love -Done!- | By : ShadowofLight Category: +M to R > Ronin Warriors Views: 2455 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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In an old building located just off the highway that used to be an exquisite country nightclub, two figures stumbled inside the dark, empty place and shut the door behind them to keep the heavy rain from following them inside.
“Man! It’s raining cats and dogs out there! But don’t you dare say that dumb poodle joke!” Shu warned the other figure as he pointed a thick finger at him.
“Who me?” the person smiled and took off the navy blue baseball cap and shook out dark blue strands damp from the rain. Then he began to wring out his shirt.
“I know you all too well, Touma,” he smirked and shook his head. Drops of water flew everywhere and left his bluish/ash-colored hair darker than usual.
Touma just laughed softly as his actions and tried to shrug his denim jacket off. “Ya remind me off ma’ old dog when ya do that. Damn thing.” He shook his arm to try and get the sleeve off but it was stuck on tight. So he began to pull at it with his teeth, tugging on the cuff and was barely getting anywhere.
“And you look like one. C’mere.” The larger youth made his way over to him, grabbed a tight hold of the jacket’s collar and with a sharp tug pulled it halfway down his arms. Another tug and he was now free from it.
“Thanks. Now I know to never trust the rain man when he says it’s not gonna rain today,” the young man commented and tried to wring his flannel shirt out. It was just as stubborn as his jacket so he peeled it off, squeezed the excess water from it and hung on a moose head perched on the wall.
“So that’s what those things are good for!” Shu laughed and laid his damp jacket over a stool. He debated whether or not to not take his shirt off but did so. It now hung on a booth against the wall with his own windbreaker and left him bare chest. “Man I feel better!” he groaned in delight, stretching his arms overhead.
“Drive bomber one!” Touma chucked one of his boots past him where it hit the wall and landed in a wet pile on the floor. Soon its mate followed it. “Ha! Bull’s Eye!”
“Hey watch it!
“Nyah!” He stuck his tongue at him and pulled himself up on the bar and combed his fingers through his short hair. “So now what? The truck is actin, it, it’s raining, none of us have our phones and we’re in the middle of no where.”
A loud growl was heard and both young adults looked at each other. “And I’m starving,” Shu said a bit sheepishly, rubbing a meaty hand on his washboard stomach.
Touma just rolled his eyes and looked over the bar to see if there was anything. He rolled over so that he was laying on his stomach over the counter, his backside pointing in his friend’s direction. Shu couldn’t help but admire the way his ass looked through the damp jeans, the long slender legs, the way he just looked so submissive there. He felt his jeans tighten a bit and for a brief moment rubbed a hand between his legs. He regretted it when he leaned into his touch and just rubbed harder. Oh hell he needed to get laid…
“Oh wow looky this!”
He snapped out of his daydream and shoved his hands in his pockets. “You find any food?”
“Not really but will you look at all these bottle!” He shifted his body, missing the groan his bulky friend made and sat up while holding a few bottles in his arms, some covered in dust. He sneezed twice. “I hate dust.”
“Then don’t sniff it.” He walked over to his, ducking the punch and helped set the bottles down. “What is this stuff? Whiskey… bourbon… Devil’s Eye?”
“A-Ah-choo!!” Another violent sneeze that nearly toppled the archer off the bar if the other Trooper hadn’t caught him and helped him down. “Oh tha’ ti. I can stan' dust,” he said as he made his way across the room to clear his nose, sneezing a few more times and used his flannel to rub his nose.
The young man just chuckled and looked at the bottles. He looked around and found an old washrag. Ducking outside a bit he wetted the cloth and went about to clean up the bottles some. Then he hopped over to the other side and managed to find two glasses that wasn’t filled with dust and cobwebs. He looked up as Touma came back to sit at the bar, bare chested like him and bottom cuffs of his jeans rolled up some. He couldn’t help but stare at his lean chest and looked away before he noticed.
“So stranger! Whad’ll be?” Shu asked in his best western voice
“Give me the house special!” Touma answered back, rubbing his nose some but didn’t sneeze this time.
“Alright then partner.” Sliding the glass before his he poured a shot of some amber colored liquid. “House special.”
Touma nodded his thanks, lifting the small glass to his lips and drowned the entire shot. He slammed in on the counter and began to cough as soon as he swallowed it. He waved off his helping hand and smiles some, saying in a hoarse voice, “Smooth. Give me another and join me.”
“Don’t mind if I do.”
It was only an hour later, the rain was still falling down harder than before and the two occupants of the abandoned bar/club were drunk. Touma was still in his stool but trying very hard to hold his head up and keep his eyes open. Shu was laying on the bar, listening to the rain drum on the rooftop and sighed deeply. Scattered on the counter were numerous empty shot glasses and just as many bottles opened and on the verge of being emptied out.
The young man yawned and let his eyes close but his chin slipped, making him jerk upright in his stool. Only to fall off and hit the floor.
Shu looked over the edge but didn’t bother to get up. He would if the room decided to quit spinning like a giant merry-go-round. “You ‘kay?”
A hand shot up, grabbed his muscular arm for stubborn and dragged its way up, only to be joined by another hand, then a pair of arms and a head with starry blue eyes. “Yeah, just… give ma’ a sec, will ya?” He groaned as he used him as a ladder and rested both his elbows on his stomach and chin in his hands. He cast his tired eyes around the room, looking at the game of darts they had played a while ago before stopping when they threw the darts all over the place. They managed to hit everything, even the fake moose head, everything except the dartboard itself. Then he looked at he mechanical bull and smiled.
“I’m going for a ride…” He stumbled his way over and with some difficulty managed to climb on. Backwards. “Hey… where’d the head go?”
“You’re backwards,” Shu groaned softly as he forced himself to sit up and closed his eyes. When he opened them back he saw that Touma was seated the right way and leaning forward on the large leather horn on the saddle. For a moment he thought he was sick or maybe passed out but no. He was rubbing herself against the horn in slow movements. Once again he felt his jeans tightened and rubbed a hand between his spread legs. This time it didn’t help but make him hornier for some real action.
Slowly he slid to the floor and made his way over to the bull and the guy riding it. Now he couldn’t help but notice the way as the dry denim clung to all the right places, the darkness played shadows on his bare back, the way his body arched as he threw his head back and moaned deeply in his chest. He moved closer.
Touma was in a world of his own and didn’t hear anything until he felt a warm body press against his back and thick arms wrapped around his waist. He leaned his head back on the shoulder, rubbing his hips against a warm hand that moved between his and the hard cowhide. Slowly he lifted a hand to run through the dark strands and the other traced his arm.
Shu groaned softly, rubbing his crotch against the small of his back and moved his hand harder. Breathing in his scent he kissed thde ode of his throat and shoulder, caressing his soft skin as he slid his hand into his tight jeans, passed his boxers to what made him a man. He smirked as Touma gasped and arched even more against him. Taking the opportunity he slipped his other hand up to his chest and played with the pale nipples.
The archer cooed at his touch, feeling his fleshy nipples harden and reached with his other hand to grasp him tightly. The sheer size of him felt so damn good he began to imagine what it would be like if he just shoved it right in his ass and just screwed his brains out. The image made him begin to get very excited.
“Someone’s having dirty thoughts,” a warm breathe whispered in his ear, making him shiver in delight. “What are you thinking about?”
“Y-You… takin’ me here on the bull… markin’ me as yours…” He closed his eyes, groaning as he felt the fingers pull him up, spreading the precum up and down with every tug. “Branding me… like tha’ cowboys brand their cattle…”
“That doesn’t sound like a bad idea,” he said huskily, pulling at the swollen nipples to see how much harder he could get them and moved tighten his grip on the slender cock that just grew long and straight, like one of his golden arrows he used. He groaned as he gripped his pecker tighter and pulled harder. “You want me to brand you?”
“Oh yes! Please mark me as yours!” he cried out in delight, gripping his hair tightly as the large hand left his dick alone and slipped in a finger in the secret entrance. He purred in delight as he lifted his hips to make it easier and whimpered some. It was strange but in a very good way. Another finger was added and he smiled, pushing his hips back into the warm hand that could cause mountains to shatter. Two more fingers were added and he winced some, feeling as the tight denim trapped Shu’s hand and whimpered in want when the fingers suddenly brushed against his prostate. The ache in his cock swelled even more, images of being touched and teased filled his mind.
“Hmm.” A hot mouth licked at his shoulder, then the side of his neck and his ear lobe, gently biting down on it made him breathless and even wetter. Shu was gonna have fun with this. Slowly he pulled his fingers out that were tingling a bit from the warmth it left behind, made him relinquish his hold on his hair and hard as rock staff, and slid off the bull.
“First things first” was all the warning he gave as Shu pushed Touma forward so he was leaning on the bull’s horn some and with a sharp tug yanked the ever faithful jeans clean off. He ran his hands down over the smooth curve of his ass, tugging the boxers to his thighs so he could see the gentle swell of his perfect ass and couldn’t help but lightly spank it, watching as they grew pink from the impact and the way he cried out, arching to feel more.
“Oh please! I’ve been such a bad boy!” The blue haired archer looked at his long time friend over his shoulder, sapphire blue strands framing a his face, as his eyes were dark with lust, full lips opened in breathless pants of pleasure. “Punish me.”
Shu was only too happy to obey and began to spank each cheek with an open palm. He was careful not to spank too hard but hard enough to where soon he was squirming in delight and his ass glowed a pale red from the punishment. Tenderly he slipped the slightly wet, cotton boxers off and helped him up by the hips to look down between his legs. He was drenched completely with his cock flat up against his stomach, quivering some in the cool air of the place. He ran a finger along the length and smiled at the reactions.
Tenku shivered at his teasing touch and heard him moan in delight before letting him sit back down on the stiff leather creation. “Taste so good. Can’t have anyone else taste you now.” He heard him walk away and for a moment wondered where he was going and started when he felt something being tied around his eyes. He grew a bit unnerved by this action.
“Shu?”
“Right here. Don’t worry… I’m not going to let anything happen to you,” he whispered against his lips, giving him a deep kiss as their lips glided over each other’s and tongues caressed in a dance. Touma let his callused hands glide down Kongo’s face, to his broad shoulders, down that muscular chest and tugged at his jeans impatiently. Just as he was about to close his hands over the pulsing member his hands were tied to the bull’s horn with something else. He opened his mouth to stay something but a finger against his lips silenced words of protest.
“Nu uh. The only words I wanna hear from this pretty mouth is harder. Faster. Deeper.” He kissed him after every word, leaving feather-soft caresses along his slender arms, his lean chest, the perky nipples, the narrow waist and hips, and his neglected cock covered in his own sweet release. When he pulled away the blue-haired archer whimpered from the loss of his touch and began to rub his naked groin against the horn itself. Shu was enjoying the scene but the ache in his own loins grew and he knew he had to have him now.
The young man wanted this so badly he wasn’t sure how much longer he could wait. The stiff leather felt so coarse against his skin but excited him even more then he ever thought. He had always seen bondage on the web and magazines he knew his friend kept under his bed but never thought something like this could happen to him! He bit his lip, wanting to beg Shu to just fuck him silly yet remembered his commands.
Once more a large, hot body pressed against his backside, this time not a stitch of clothing separated their skin from touching each other, large hands spreading his sore cheeks open to reveal the hidden back door and nudged the glistening head of his large cock inside.
“Now… it’s time for the branding. And my branding iron is nice and hot,” Shu whispered against his damp skin, hands sliding to grasp his hips firmly and slowly slide more of the iron deep inside. When the lithe body jerked above him he stopped, softly kissed the line of his spine and rubbed his hips encouragingly. Once the young man relaxed he slipped in some more and continued this until he was completely inside. He held there for a moment, getting them both used to this and snaked his hands up to rub the granite hard nipples in his palms and slowly began to thrust in, making his body jerk against him.
Soft cries filled the large room as Shu filled his ass with his thick iron, enjoying the way he moved in and out, he pushed back against him and said in a throaty voice, “More.” Touma got his wish as his friend pushed in more but it still wasn’t enough. He kept crying out for more until finally he felt the swollen balls press against his ass and smiled. He clenched his muscles tightly around him, hearing him hiss in surprise and began to move a rhythm with him. Relax then close tightly as if to block him out, hold and relax, then squeeze tightly as he pulled out, not wanting to let go. In and out this went for a while until he leaned over the horn a bit and both cried out sharply.
Shu had managed to brush against the small bundle of nerves that made him tighten even more around in to where he could feel his entire body react with it. He yearend to reach it again and so he did, harder and was rewarded with a louder cry.
“H-Harder.”
“What…?”
“Please, harder! Faster!”
Shu smirked, sliding his hands from his chest to his hips, leaning over his back and went in, harder and faster. Wrapping a meaty hand around his burning hot cock and mimicked the way his body was milking his own dick buried deep in his imp’s body. Oh yeah there it was. He grinned like a mad man and soon began to thrust in and out, each time going harder, faster, deeper to the point where Touma was screaming for him to never stop. As he looked down he saw that he was crying but couldn’t stop. He felt like a giant earthquake, squeezing tighter on his creamy flesh to the point where bruises formed but didn’t care. He was humping one of his closest friends long and hard, oddly thinking of the way he had seen tigers do it one day as he was channel surfing and flipped to the discovery channel about mating habits. Thankfully he was home alone and was able to jack off during the entire show, thinking about Rekka’s faithful tiger. But this felt a hell of a lot better!
Tight, hot, living flesh all around him, practically crushing the life out of him, their sweat and precum making this such a smooth ride yet he felt he needed -- craved more. Moving closer so that his own hard nipples scratched his back, he lifted his hips up so he was sitting on his lap, legs spread wide, moving one hand to pump the slender cock that was weeping, rubbing his thumb over the head. Over and over he kept thrusting in and out, growling possessively when his blue-haired imp struggled against him.
Touma would’ve smiled if he wasn’t already screaming in pure ecstasy with him slamming into his ass, jerking his dick hard and roughly. There was pain yes but what could he expect? He had always dreamed of this and here they were, Shu being the dominator when it was usually him on top and then again it wasn’t that often. He jerked and threw his head back in a breathless scream as Kongo once more ran his thumb over the highly sensitive head, making his control slip and spurted a thick stream of cum over his hand and struggled to try and hold it in but was failing. Both bodies were so hard and wet he was surprised that Shu didn’t slide right out.
“Sh-Shu!! Oh Jesus -- I'm gonna CUM!!!!!!” That was his only warning as he pushed against his crotch and hand to the point when they both rammed into his switch at the same exact moment and his body couldn’t take it anymore. So he came in a hot, blinding rush of his very own essence, drenching the stiff, coarse leather they were sitting on and his body and face with the creamy, hot release. He slumped forward over the horn, Shu’s body still shifting behind him and could do nothing as his muscles clamped around him once more.
The muscular youth seemed to be in his own world and bowed his head as he dove in so hard, so deep that he felt his heavy balls being pressed so very tightly against his ass that he threw his head back and let out a roar fit for any lion. He was king here and he had just marked this one as his for life. They spent the next few moments sitting there before slowly pulling out of his ass with a sharp and painful hiss, leaning against the mechanical bull for support. Now that he was covered with Touma’s delicious release he wanted to help him clean up.
With the utmost care he undid his binds and lifted him in his arms, telling him to keep the blindfold on and sat him on the edge of something cold. He realized it was the bar when he tied his hands to the railing and nudged his legs open.
“Time for a clean up job,” he breathed against his skin, kneeling on the floor and with one lick of his agile tongue cleaned most of the hot, creamy substance from his twitching cock.
Touma shivered in delight as he felt him begin to lick his clean using only his mouth, slowing moving his legs to rest on his shoulders and keep them there. It felt so good he leaned back as far as he dared and arches his hips towards mouth. He bit his lip as Shu lightly blew on his damp skin, making him get horny again and gasped as he licked the precum clean then did it all over again. His friend was getting hard and hot, then stopped, waited until he cooled off a bit and did it all over again. At this rate he wouldn’t be able to let loose his load again until tomorrow!
“Shu please!! Suck me -- mphf!!” Touma mumbled behind a hand as it reached up to silence him and engulfed him comple. H. He felt the hot mouth that would always be stuffed with food now sucking on him like a straw, tracing the fragile veins now so very apparent on his pale flesh, roughly caressing him all over with that rough tongue as his large hand closed over his ass and brought him even closer to his face. His head kept dripping massive amounts of precum only to have to run down Shu’s massive throat. He didn’t know how much longer he could keep this up. Then he remembered the finger on his lips and opened his mouth to let the finger in and sucked on it like a Blow-Pop, wrapping his pink tongue all around and lightly bit him with his teeth. He could play dirty also.
Shu pulled his finger free and let him slid out of his mouth to move up his stomach, licking at the quivering muscles, licked the sweat from his pale skin, suckling the bullet hard nipples. Soft groans meet his ears, his own dusky dark nipples aching to be teased and barely heard the cry for more. He began to attack his chest like his did his dick, feeling them rub against each other as he grinding his hips together and smirked as he heard his lover cry out in pleasure, arching his chest to him more and pulled against the binds that pinned his hands down. Still holding his legs firmly over his shoulders he pulled back and in one solid thrust dove right into the living cavern. Once in the hot mass began to squeeze him tightly, as if trying to push him out and keep him locked inside he began to move, having let his legs slide down his biceps and closed his eyes as he moved against him, feeling the slender white dick slap against his stomach and back. He pushed against him in earnest, causing him to growl and left large bite marks along his chest but it drove them both on even more.
“Harder, faster, deeper, oh god please!!” Touma panted heavily, having dropped his head back as he squeezed him even and wanted to touch himself.
“I like it when you beg like this,” Shu grinned and hooked his long legs around his thick waist before slamming forward with a shout. The reaction of the white body beneath him screaming louder, jerked against him and ultimately asking for more drove him on. So he slammed into the body that sat there so submissive before him, branding him as his own all over again and moved his hungry mouth to his own.
The archer meet him in a equally hungry kiss as well, lips bruising against each others and tongues dueling a battle to see who would be the dominator here. He struggled against the binds once more; frustrated he couldn’t see his lover’s face yet was so very excited by this action of being tied down and taken by his best friend. A muffled cry escaped their lips as Shu shifted up and rammed head on into his prostrate. He leaned against him for support, whimpers escaping his throat as a few tears slipped past the blindfold. That’s when his body couldn’t take anymore.
Shu slowly laid him back over the bar so that his shoulders and head were hanging over the edge, his ass being held by his large hands and threw his entire body weight into his. Like before he growled like a true animal in heat, or maybe like a bull this time as he rammed in harder enough to make his cry out the most wonderful sounds, faster to entice his body to cum before his body gave into his own pleasures, deeper to mark him as his and his alone least anyone try to take his from him. With a roar/bellow he threw his head back, slamming into the withering body there before him and was satisfied to hear him scream out louder than last time into submission and followed suit. He shot off his load into the sexy body several times, each time feeling the muscles try milk him dry before he thrusted in deeper once last time, shuddering almost violently and collapsed on top of his, panting deeply against his damp skin and felt his shudders of the aftermath go through his body. Touma’s own release once more coated both their chests and even their face but hell they would just have to clean each other. It took a while before he remembered to untie his wrists and pulled the blindfold off.
Touma raised tired hands and ran one hand through the sweat damped strands of hair, the other stroking his broad back and hugged him tightly. He softly kissed his brow, his cheeks and then his lips softly and sweetly. Grayish-blue eyes meet deep midnight blue and smiled.
“Some rodeo huh?”
“Yeah. Can’t wait to tell the others I survived riding the great bull. Twice even.” Soft chuckles were heard from them and then the sounds of more kissing as the rain finally let up and died down to a light drizzle, the sky still dark as night had fallen hours before and the clouds parted to reveal the diamond stars with two particular stars shining brighter than before.
“The End”
Author’s Note: This story was in dedication for my best pal Rekka-chan who likes a good ShuxTouma pairing (who doesn’t?) The mechanical bull idea I would like to thank Mink for the idea since it was hers originally. If you wanna read Mink’s version with the bull go here http://minkland.dreamhost.com/mink18.htm. Want to see the comic P.L. Nunn drew to go with it go here http://www.angelfire.com/art/minkart1/ryolove.htm. But don’t hold them responsible if you don’t like yaoi (male/male relationships), are underage and other stuff because none of us will stand for it.
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