Chapter 6: The Lawman's Lesson
The words hung in the air like smoke from the fire, thick and heavy. I felt them settle into my skin, into the spaces between my ribs where I'd kept everything locked tight for so many years. Suck them both. Watch Hugo take John. The want of seeing that, of doing that, burned like a hunger I'd never let myself name.
Hugo and John exchanged a look. Not words, just that silent language they had between them, the kind two people build when they've found something rare. Something worth keeping. Hugo's jaw worked once, slow, and he gave a single nod. John's hand found the back of my neck, warm and sure.
"Alright, warden," John said, his voice rough as gravel. "You asked for it. Now you gotta learn how to take it."
My heart slammed against my ribs. I was still naked , laying on Hugo's cot with my hands clasped over my chest like I was waiting for something terrible and wonderful all at once. My uniform hung in a heap in the floor, a shell I wasn't sure I'd ever fit back into.
Hugo moved first. He stood from where he'd been leaning against the wall, his big body casting a long shadow in the firelight. He walked to the cot and stood in front of me, close enough that I could smell sweat and deeper, musk. His cock hung heavy between his legs, half hard, almost as thick as my wrist. I'd been stealing glances at it all night, trying not to stare. Trying not to think about what it would feel like inside me.
Now I'd told on myself. Now I was supposed to do what I had dreamed about. I had to put my mouth on it.
John knelt beside me, his hand still on my neck, supportive, but still controlling.
"Look at it first," he said, low in my ear. "Get used to it. There's no hurry."
I swallowed hard and looked. Really looked. It was beautiful in a way I didn't have words for. The skin was darker than the rest of him, ruddy at the head, a vein running up the underside like a river on a map. He was thick, thicker than me by so much... when i thought about that going in my throat, I felt a spike of fear. I'd choke. Maybe puke. Shame and want hit me so hard I almost choked on my own spit.
Hugo saw my face and smiled, kindly.
"Touch it," he said. His voice was quiet, like he was talking to a spooked animal. "Just your hand first. It's ok. You have permission. My permission."
I reached out, fingers trembling. Carfully, slowly, I wrapped my hand around his shaft. It was hot, so hot! The skin was smooth, soft like a baby's hand. But under it, there was iron-hard flesh. It was like a fantasy hotdog or sausage, only real.
He twitched slightly in my grip, and smiled. He liked it. He liked my hand on his cock! I felt a jolt go through me, straight to my own cock, making it jump. It had started to stir before this, despite the mess I'd made earlier on my belly. Now, though it was growing, fast.
"That's it," John murmured. He guided me to lay on my side, facing the cock, and his hand slid from my neck down my bare back, tracing my spine. "Get a feel for it. Heft it. Squeeze it a little. Learn the weight of it."
I did, and Hugo groaned a little. It gave me a little courage, and I stroked him once, clumsy and uncertain. Hugo let out a low groan, a slow exhale. He likes what I'm doing, I thought.
Then, John's hand still on my back, Hugo brought his hand up and put his fingers into my hair. He just rested it there. Heavy. Claiming.
By now, my cock was at full attention, bobbing, probably leaking precum, but I couldn't look.
"Are you ready?" Hugo asked.
I nodded.
"Bring your mouth to it," Hugo said.
I leaned in. The smell of him hit me first, musk and salt and his deep animal scent, and I opened my mouth.
I hesitated, looked up. He nodded, a small smile on his lips. In my hand his cock jumped again.
I looked back at his cock and made my move. I leaned all the way in and took the head in my mouth, between my lips. It was warm and hard and yet soft and tasted faintly of cum--I'd tasted my own often enough to know.
My whole body shuddered. My own cock jumped all the way to full engorgement and erection. I was, naked on a homesteader's cot, with a construction worker's hand on my back, and my mouth full of another man's cock.
"Good," Hugo said, his voice gone thick. "Just the head now. Use your tongue."
I swirled my tougue around it, and pulled it out to look at it. A little purple apple. I lapped at it then, unsure if I should put it back in my mouth. He guided my head and mouth back to it, his fingers gently pulling my hair. then, again with his hand on my head, he bagan a back and forth between his cock and my mouth. I found the rhythm, clumsy but learning. about the fourth time, I took him deeper, He groaned low in his chest. The sound went straight through me and I almost came.
"That's it," John said. He'd shifted to kneel in front of me, his own cock hard and leaking. He took my hand and wrapped it around his shaft, guiding me to stroke him in time with the bobbing of my head. "Both of us. You can handle it."
I wanted to. God, I wanted to. I pulled my mouth off Hugo's cock with a wet sound and looked up at them, both of them hard and waiting, and something in my chest cracked open.
"How do I..." I started, and my voice broke.
"Take your time," Hugo said. He was still stroking my hair, patient as stone. "We're not going anywhere."
John leaned in and kissed me, slow and deep, tasting me. I'd never kissed a man before tonight. Never kissed anyone like this, like it meant something. His tongue swept into my mouth and I moaned against him, my hips rocking forward helplessly.
"Tell me what you want," John said against my lips. "Say it."
"I want to suck you both," I said, the words coming out raw and desperate. "I want to taste you. I want to make you come."
Hugo made a sound low in his throat and pulled me gently by the hair back toward his cock. I opened my mouth and took him again, deeper this time, forcing myself to relax my throat. His hand cradled the back of my head and he started to move, slow and shallow at first, teaching me the rhythm.
"That's it, warden," he grunted. "Take it all."
John moved behind me, his hands on my hips. I felt his cock slide against my ass and I shuddered, clenching, remembering what it had felt like to have Hugo inside me, how full I'd been, how broken open.
But John didn't push in. He just held me, his thumbs rubbing circles into my hip bones while I worked my mouth over Hugo's cock. I was learning fast, taking him deeper with every pass, gagging a little but pushing through it because the sound Hugo made, that low growl of approval, was worth it.
"You like that?" John said, his voice rough. "You like having his cock in your mouth while I've got my hands on you?"
I moaned around Hugo, which made him shudder. Saliva ran down my chin, messy and obscene, and I didn't care. I'd never felt more alive in my life.
Hugo's grip tightened in my hair. "Close," he said through gritted teeth. "You want me to come in your mouth?"
I pulled off just long enough to gasp, "Yes. Please. I want to taste you."
He pushed me back down and fucked my mouth properly then, not rough but relentless, his hips working while John held me steady. I took it, all of it, my eyes watering and my throat burning, and when he came he let out a groan that sounded like it was ripped out of him. Hot and thick on my tongue, and I swallowed it down because he'd given me this, all of this, and I wasn't going to waste a drop.