Page 45 of Blowing Off Steam

Rushy craved displaying a show of force over Field. They had reamed Rushy with a dildo and tickled his tool with feathers while he hung helplessly bound, and he wanted to regain the upper hand. How brutish and masculine it would be hunched over his best friend, impaling him on his massive prick. His balls would shiver and jerk as they slapped up against that cushiony ass, and he could spank Field’s fat cock while making him cry out with joy and pain.

He mumbled against Field’s mouth, “My dear boy. I want to fuck the daylights out of you.”

Rushy felt Field smile against his mouth. “My tadpole. I was thinking the same thing.”

The same thing? Rushy’s nostrils flared at those mere words, and he eagerly shoved Field toward the bank, spanking his ass as they waded through the heavy current.

But Calliope appeared then from some cottonwoods, already stripped down to her drawers and camisole. Naturally this arrested Field in his tracks, and he stood there stupidly staring at the woman, his cock at half-mast, bobbing in the warm feathery air.

“Possums!” Calliope waved, her usual chipper self. Completely unselfconscious, she peeled off the camisole, revealing her high, bouncing breasts that framed the elegant emerald necklace Field had given her. When she bent to step out of the drawers, her lovely titties swayed, and Rushy knew he’d lost Field. Naturally Field made a beeline for the woman, leaving Rushy to stand ankle-deep in the river, his hand limply at his side.

Field swept Calliope into his embrace, and it looked as though they might just spontaneously fuck furiously in the sand—if they hadn’t already committed that act in the engine room while Rushy steered the boat, and simply not mentioned it. Now, Field kissed Calliope deeply and thoroughly while sliding a hand down her nude back to clasp her ample ass in his hand, just as he had done to Rushy. Out of jealousy and more than a bit of arousal, Rushy went to the couple.

“Calliope. I’m trying to tell Field we’ll continue to make corpse runs. His son ain’t nearly fixed for enough gold to get any help from that asylum.”

Calliope detached from Field, gazing at Rushy with her round crystalline eyes. “Rushy. I don’t think we should make any more runs. Now you fellows are getting your hides tanned for no good reason. I think we should be on the straight and narrow from now on in.” She caressed Field’s face, and her look was one of adoration. “I just don’t want anything happening to my sweet possum.”

“And I agree,” said Field, equally as starry-eyed as he sucked the woman’s forefinger into his mouth.

Rushy nearly smacked his own forehead with frustration. “Field! I’m only thinking of your son. You can have my share of the o-fuyung gold. I don’t have a nipper who is hacking up a lung.”

Alert now, Field allowed Calliope to stand normally as he appeared to give this thought. “Hm. Perhaps just one more run, then.”

“Bully for you!” Rushy cried, using Calliope’s own pet phrase. “Now, Calliope. Get on with you and bathe. Here’s that bar of tallow soap you gave us. We should be back on the boat in fifteen minutes.”

Calliope cast Field a low, dark look but scampered off to the water, saying, “I don’t like this one bit, I’ll have you know.”

The men blankly gazed at Calliope’s jiggling ass until she dove into the current gracefully, her hands forming a point and cleaving the water. Rushy came to himself and grabbed Field by the back of the neck. Rushy kissed him so amorously his prick knocked against Field’s hip bone. Field wants me to fuck the daylights out of him. He licked Field’s teeth and lapped at his tongue.

“Let me get up on you, you nasty buck,” Rushy snarled against Field’s jaw. Depositing a gob of spit into his hand, he bent at the knees and rubbed it slowly and lecherously against Field’s tight little virginal anus. Field had taken the wooden wheel’s pin up that lovely ass, screwing it most deliciously, but taking Rushy’s mammoth cock would be another thing. He slipped his longest middle finger inside Field and growled with pleasure to hear Field gasp. He tickled the inside of the smooth channel just as Field had tickled him, gratified when Field submissively threaded his fingers behind his own neck and let his head loll back, exposing the vulnerable throat to Rushy’s voracious mouth.

Rushy pressed against Field’s shoulder to make him kneel in the sandy silt—on all fours like a brood mare, Rushy thought with evil glee. It would be difficult reaming this sweet boy with one arm strapped to his chest, but—

Suddenly he was the one bowled over in the sand! Field must have shoved him—of course, Field had two hands to work with!—for suddenly he was flat on his back with outspread thighs, and Field was kneeling between them.

What in the name of… Gripping each of Rushy’s knees in his talons, Field had a peculiarly avid and hungry look Rushy had never seen before. His cock bobbing in the air, Field reached behind him for what looked like Calliope’s reticule. Rummaging around in it, he withdrew a tin of bear grease. That Calliope. Always prepared.

Rushy eased himself up onto his one good elbow, horrified and intrigued by Field’s intentions. Field smeared several fingers’ worth of bear grease from the tin and coated his erect penis with it, choking the thick trunk of it until Rushy’s jaw dropped. Field’s other hand cupped the swollen balls as if about to feed Rushy, although that was clearly not the intention, his meat all larded with grease like that.

This was not a good plan. Rushy had wanted to mount his friend and give him a great masculine pounding, stretch him so thoroughly Field would become addicted to it, would feel empty without a big prick inside his ass. Field would crave it so badly Rushy could fuck him six ways from Sunday at every possible opportunity, earning the jealousy of every merchant and businessman on the river.

Field pinioned his thighs under Rushy’s, curling at the waist to kiss him. Field moaned with satisfaction as though he savored a particularly chocolaty pudding, the perfect picture of the contented pederasta. Drawing back, Field whispered, “Now. You want me to release my load inside you?”

Rushy’s fingers scrabbled for Field’s forearm, tense with fear. “Yes. Of course. But I’ve never been used, Field. I’m always the fucker. Your penis is too big. Why don’t you just let me—”

“Shut up.” Field licked Rushy’s mouth with the tip of his tongue, perhaps to take his mind off the fact that he was positioning the mushroom head of his cock against Rushy’s asshole. “Oh, good God. You’re tight.”

“I’ve never been used,” Rushy continued to protest, lovingly. “Why don’t you just fuck Calliope? She’s dying for your fat cock, Field. She’s been teasing you for—”

“We’ve been teasing each other,” Field murmured raggedly, pushing the tip of his cock inside Rushy’s channel. He hunched over Rushy, using his monumental hip and thigh muscles to hold himself up. Rushy could feel by the shuddering of his back muscles that he was restraining himself from a full-blown assault on his partner.

Feeling desired helped Rushy to relax, and Field thrust his stiff glans another inch inside Rushy. Rushy clung to Field’s back with a trusting desperation, his own cock twitching and jumping heavily against his hip.

“You’ve taken a fat dildo up your ass.” Field’s voice now came brokenly, the tension of restraint seizing up his lungs. “You can take my cock. Take it, Rushy. Let me fuck you. Let me erupt inside you. Let me fill your ass with my seed.”

“Damn it all,” Rushy gasped. It was the most erotic scene of his life, lying spread-eagle in the sand like a woman, thighs gaping open to accept the prick of this athletic man. He’d mounted plenty of strapping river boys, but he’d never allowed himself to be put in this subservient position that seemed so weak. Rushy now saw that this allegedly weak position actually was plumb full of power—the power to make such a robust man as Field helpless as a kitten with desire. “Mount me, you bastard. Ride me like the goddamn man you are.”

At that, Field seemed to lose control. His eyelids fluttered as his eyes rolled up in his head. He shoved another few inches of his massive prick up Rushy’s channel. He laid his open, gasping mouth to Rushy’s throat as he humped him, his limp, elegant fingers speared through Rushy’s damp hair.