Random Encounter

The sky seemed to rip open as the wind raged through the streets of the old western ghost town. He had been right, there was nothing living in the place. No point in even coming out to check on things. Tristan gave the saloon doors a shove and they swung open on rusty hinges with a screech of metal on metal. He thought the dust covered room beyond was empty until he noticed the footprints crossing the floor. Someone had been here recently. But why? There was no reason for anyone to be out here and no way for them to get here. He hadn't seen any tire tracks or other signs of a vehicle. With a shake of his head he dropped into a squat to get a better look at the footprints. They had been made by heavy work boots.

Before he could stand up a heavy hand pressed against his back. "What are you doing in my town?" A husky voice asked close enough Tristan could feel the breath on his neck and smell the sweet aroma of whiskey.

"This town isn't owned by anyone. It's been the problem of the state for decades. They've hired me to come in and look it over to figure out what can be saved and what should be leveled. If you're here it's you that is trespassing," Tritan said.

The breath didn't move as the man spoke a second time. "I've lived here for years. No one has ever bothered me. Why now?" The man slipped his hand from Tristan's shoulder onto his back and began to caress the muscles between his shoulder blades. "Why would the government send someone into my world after so long?"

Tristan let himself lower to the floor at the pressure on his back. "Because this place is being claimed as a danger. The mine to the north has collapsed and the government wants to close this area off," he said, the truth of his words ringing in the tone. He shook his head. "I'm sure they didn't know anyone lived out here."

The man's hands weren't rough as he maneuvered Tristan uncomplaining to his back on the floor. "Because the ones I find out there I want to keep don't talk when they leave." His tone took on more of the whiskey sweetness as he reached for the buttons of Tristan's elegant shirt. It was opened faster than he thought possible allowing the rough skin of the anonymous man to trace patterns over his chest. Tristan sucked in a breath--nothing like this had ever happened to him. Hell, he was still a virgin.

"What are you doing?" he asked as the man's fingers scraped across his beltline.

The man's eyes darkened with something Tristan had never seen before. "Some would say they are torturing you. But something tells me you are going to enjoy every moment of what's coming." he lowered his head to capture Tristan's right nipple with his teeth. He ground them for a moment before releasing the tender flesh. "Have you known pleasure?" he asked.

Tristan was all but vibrating on the floor. His cock--which never seemed to work right when he was trying to get into the popular girl's pants was rock hard and hurting as it pressed against the zipper of his jeans. Why had he worn jeans to do this? His job required a suit and jacket yet today he had... his mind trailed off as the man worried his other nipple with his teeth.

"Don't bother trying to think. You can't hold thoughts right now, handsome. Your eyes tell me everything I need to know." The man took his time opening the button on the jeans and lowering the zipper seemingly one tooth at a time.

Tristan felt the relief of space as soon as the zipper lowered enough for his cock to spring from the jeans. He sighed at the sensation only to have his breath snatched away a moment later as the man's thick hand wrapped around his hard shaft. He jerked once, twice, and with a shout that tore out of his throat it was over and streams of cum were coating his chest.

The man's laughter should have bothered him--a week ago it would have--but now he just wanted more. Without fully understanding what he wanted his hips began to thrust moving his cock in the man's hand. "Liked that did you? How about something else?" he asked, lowering his head and wrapping his lips around the head of Tristan's shaft cleaning the last strings of cum from it as he did. He took the length into his mouth.

Tristan moaned--words wouldn't come--as he lifted and lowered his head pulling suction against the flesh. Tristan raced toward a second release only to have the man lift his mouth seconds before he would have filled it with cum. "Not yet. I gave you the first one. Now, you are mine to play with," the man said leaning back, flipping Tristan over as he did. He yanked the jeans the rest of the way off exposing his ass and legs in the process. His hands covered the revealed skin caressing it.

The touch brought out another moan. He had never felt anything like the sensations racing over his skin. Tristan struggled to force words past his lips. "Dear God. Don't stop."

"I don't plan on it. Before I am done you will know what it is like to see the stars." The man said, slipping his fingers between the cheeks of Tristan's ass. Tristan went statue still as the man's fingers pressed against the opening. He relaxed as the first finger made it past the opening and he felt the fire of pressure ease as pleasure washed over him.

Tristan pressed back against the hand needing to be filled. The idea was so foreign to him that it took his breath away but the pleasure filling him was more than he could take. His cock lengthened again even as it was pinned to the ground beneath him. He wasn't sure how much more of this he could take. Tears fell from his eyes as a second finger entered him stretching the now willing muscles. Tristan's mind fogged with pleasure as the man--he still had no clue who he was--stretched and loosen him. He knew the mechanics of what was coming but as his mind began to clear the reality had him stiffening in an entirely new way.

The man went still as Tristan's body tensed. "Relax. I won't hurt you. I'm not into causing pain, only pleasure." he used his free hand to rub the cheeks of Tristan's ass, relaxing him. "I promise you will enjoy it."

Tristan forced himself to relax. Nothing had caused real pain yet, there was no reason to doubt the man. As his muscles went lax the man removed his fingers. Tristan sensed more than felt or heard the man move as he loomed over him suddenly. This time the pressure against his asshole was hot. Even as the thought of him being ripped apart by the cock pressing against him entered his mind he arched back against it. The tip of the man's cock slipped effortlessly past the tight ring causing Tristan to cry out in need.

The man placed both hands on Tristan's hips holding him still. "Don't move. I'm big. I don't want to hurt you. We have to take this slow," he said evening out his breathing as he held still against Tristan's rocking motion.

"Need." was all Tristan could get out. He increased the rocking pressing back as hard as he could.

The man swore under his breath as he slid inside to the hilt, his balls slapping against the warm skin. He couldn't hold back and thrust once. Pulling back so just the tip remained inside before once again slamming balls deep. "Fuck." he bellowed as his balls emptied in the warm channel. "I'm sorry. So sorry."

Tristan lay there, his stomach sticking a second time with his own cum. "Nothing to be sorry about." he panted. "This was the best information gathering trip I've ever been on." he said between long draws of breath.

The man lifted himself off Tristan. "Then come back anytime. I live in a house at the end of the street. Got an extra meal if you want it." he said, leaning back on his heels.

Tristan didn't give him a chance to move. He spun over and before he could change his mind wrapped his hand around the man's softening cock. "How about we do that again first. Then we can try it in bed."

The man smiled as he watched Tristan bring his cock back to life. "The name's Adam, by the way."

Tristan grinned leaning forward to bite the man's nipple. "Tristan. Good to meet you."