AUTHOR: PANDORA
FEEDBACK:mail@theyoungriders.com
RATING: ADULTS ONLY- Dirty f---ing scenes.
MAIN CHARACTER/S: JIMMY (Yeah!)and Lou
STATUS:Complete (Yeah!)
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Jimmy but I would like to.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: A million thanks to Mystic for kicking my ass and e-bitchslapping me. Thanks to cutlery for glancing over it and liking it. Thanks to my mother for breeding me in a gutter.
I
wake up to the familiar view of the dim and dusty bunkhouse and rub my
eyes. I take a deep breath and release
it. I feel a relaxed bliss throughout my body and especially in my balls, which
had been begging for the kind of release that only comes from a good, down and
dirty fuck. I reach down and scratch my nuts, listening to the rustle rustle
sound. It was definitely down and dirty.
“Oh crap!” I sit up and try to focus
my eyes and search my memory. “Damn! I finally did her last night. I can’t
believe it. After all this time! I don’t fucking believe it!”
I
had been avoiding Lou ever since I kissed that night when we were escorting
Elias to his eventual death. I revealed too much of myself to her that night.
My fears, my feelings, she did try to talk to me afterwards but she
didn’t try too hard. She knew the offer was there and she didn’t take me up on
it. She turned to Kid after Elias was hung. She knew I was the one in pain but
she wanted him. She’ll probably always want him- at least that’s what I thought
at the time.
After
we got back, I did my damndest to avoid her. I guess I was embarrassed so I
played it cool and aloof. It’s what I
had to do to deal with things. If I ran into her when we were both alone, I
would just leave and pretend I needed to do something. If she said she was
confused and wanted to talk. I told her there was nothin’ to talk about. Honestly, it was all I could do to rein the
unbelievable urge I had to be with her, to have her. Kid be damned! Yeah I
liked Kid, more than that, I loved him like a brother. He was my brother and
you shouldn’t mess with your brother’s girl, no matter what. My head knew that
fact but my heart and my dick remained ignorant.
The
thing was, Lou was my friend too. And her friendship offered a little bit more
than Kid’s ever could. Lou…well, I could tell her things…. things about me and
my fears and my weaknesses and stuff. Her covert rejection on the day that Elias
died had changed things between us. She turned to Kid. She still wanted HIM even
after I’d kissed her, even after I’d told her things that I’d never told
anyone, even after she had told me I was a better man than I gave myself credit
for. The only way I could deal with her decision was to detach myself from her
friendship, even her presence. This helped keep my urges under control, though
they still throbbed from time to time. Times like when I’d see her dusty ass
tucked into those just-too-tight pants, and when she bounced up and down on a
horse, and when those giant brown eyes that were too big for her little self
looked at me. Those eyes reminded me of our interrupted kiss and of the unfinished
business between us.
One
thing I’m good at is pushing people away. I’ve become an expert at not letting
anyone know what I’m really thinking. When I first started at the express, I
was bad tempered boy with a pretty high opinion of myself. I was outta control
at times. I’ve tried to change, tried to keep my temper and impulses in check
and control myself. Teaspoon and the
others helped me change, for the most part anyway. The problem is that if you
don’t let things out, they’ve got a way of pushing themselves to the surface,
no matter how much you try to stop them.
I’m
not sure when exactly my feelings towards Lou began to change. I’m not sure on which
particular day I fell in love with her. I’m not sure why I encouraged the Kid
to ‘dance’ with her. I liked to lie to myself. I’d tell myself the reason why I
never told her how I felt was because of my loyalty to Kid. Another favourite
excuse was that I had no future to offer her. The truth was that I was simply
afraid. I feared that, in the end, Lou would choose him over me. Seeing her
turn to Kid when I was the one hurting showed me that she had made her
choice. Despite that, I just couldn’t let the idea go. She has a way of making
me feel...special, like I’m worthy of something better. It’s not just that I
want to fuck her, though I do. I feel that she’s the kind of person I could bare
my soul to, even the ugly parts, maybe some hidden parts. I could tell her whatever I wanted and she
would just accept it. I would do the same for her; we could lean on each other.
There are certain things a man can’t tell another man, like how I always feel
unsafe, hunted and exposed. How I feel at times that I’m not even whole and
that a big chunk was ripped out of me long ago, and nothing was put back in its
place. I realized now that I would never say these things to her. It was just a
fantasy. Lou was lost to me. Her actions proved it. Sometimes her eyes seemed
to tell me something different but I was not going to hope anymore.
Try
as I did to resist her, the damn girl wouldn’t leave me alone. She kept wanting
to ‘talk about it’ and I could tell she was upset about how awkward we were
around each other. I just hope no one else noticed. So yesterday she came to me again. “Jimmy, we gotta talk, why do....blah blah blah blah blah?”.
Normally, I like to listen to her but not when she starts probing like that. I
feel uncomfortable, like I’m going to say something embarrassing. She always looks a little scared when she
talks to me. Like she’s scared of how I’m going to react. I know it’s sick, but
I like that...power. All I could do was try not to get drawn into her eyes.
Damn she has big eyes! I said something cold to her, something about women
being too emotional. I knew it would make her angry and leave and leave she
did. I felt bad afterwards. I always do. She sulked during dinner and didn’t
talk to me. I think Kid’s been noticing the tension between us. He kept looking
from her to me. I know he suspects
something is up. I get the feeling Noah and Buck have cottoned onto me too, but
they haven’t said a thing. Luckily Cody was entertaining us with a story during
the meal so it wasn’t too uncomfortable. It was starting to worry me that my
mask was being lifted, when I had been trying so damn hard to hide under
it.
So
I decided to get outta there and go to bed early but, as is always the way,
despite being physically tired, I couldn’t sleep. My mind kept going down a
million paths guilt, uncertainty, fear, anxiety, and lust - all paths led back
to Lou. My thoughts were interrupted when I heard movement below and the sound
of Kid whispering in her ear. I new she wasn’t sleeping with him at the moment
and I felt a little smug because I thought it had something to with me. At
least I hoped it did. The thought of Kid and her having sex was really starting
to bother me lately. I know he’s my friend and I know that they’ve already done
it a bunch of times but it bothered me anyway.
I’m
always restless when a storm is coming. Especially when it’s a humid night like
tonight. I knew that I wasn’t going to fall asleep for a few hours yet. If I
stayed here, I wouldn’t be able to resist watching Lou sleeping in the
darkness. That would make me hard which would in turn make me want to rub
myself. That wouldn’t do. So I got out of bed quietly and walked outside. The
air was thick but starting to cool. I could see lighting flashing in the
distance; the clouds were headed this way. It was a perfect night, even though
it wasn’t. After a few minutes, a cool wind started to blow. It had been so hot
during the day that it was a nice relief. I took a few deep breaths and looked
up. The moon appeared and disappeared
under the gathering clouds. There was still a surprising amount of light. I
could easily do a run on a night like this, even if it rained. I wandered away
from the station a little bit, even though I had bare feet and was only in my
long johns. Rain started to fall in light drops. I raised my face to the sky
and opened my mouth to taste a little. I stood out there for about 10 minutes;
I didn’t care about the wet. The sound was so beautiful. Sheets of lightning
flashed and thunder echoed and growled, getting closer. The wind picked up and
it was getting wilder. Mud was starting
to ooze between the toes of my bare feet. It was an electric night.
There I was, standing in the rain getting saturated. I needed to piss so I whipped it out and felt warm urine flowing out of me. It felt good. I finished up and my sweaty body started to cool as the rain soaked through the fabric. Hot droplets dripped from my hair and washed away. It was a little eerie and I jumped out of my skin when I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder and a low, quiet voice. “Watcha doin’ out here in the rain?”
The
sheets of lightning lit out the sky and I could see in intermittent flashes of
Lou. She looked like a ghost lit up by lighting. What did she want? “Damn Lou, don’t scare me like that, you’re
lucky I don’t have my gun.” Lou looked around nervously.
“Jimmy this looks like it’s going to be a pretty
big storm. I think you should come inside.”
This annoyed me. She was always giving advice like that. Reminded me of
Kid. Why the heck did she follow me out here anyway? I looked at her, about to
tell her as much but no words came. I looked at her eyes and they were
different, I didn’t want to misread them so I looked down. Bad mistake. I
lingered too long on the hard nubs of her high tits through the long johns.
They were getting wetter. She almost seemed naked. Did she purposely choose
such a small size? The white fabric clung to her tightly except for a little
space down below where her dick should have been. Fuck she looked good. I was
getting hard as I looked back up to her face. She knew I was looking at her
with fucklust and as the lightning flashed, I saw the lust reflected in her
eyes and it shocked the hell out of me. Her hair was wet and tousled. Steam
came from her mouth as she breathed out and raindrops ran down her cheeks. The moment felt not unlike the night we had
kissed and my throbbing cock reminded me of our unfinished business.
Lightning
flashed once more and lit up the sky. Thunder roared. It was nature’s cue.
Suddenly, I was sure of it. She was here to fuck me. I reached out and touched her face. I grabbed her jaw firmly and
crushed my lips down hard over hers. I had to do it hard and wide or she would have
felt me shaking. I drew back, gazed at
her, steadily, unwaveringly and ran my hand down from her jaw to her breast,
lightly squeezing her nipple between my thumb and my finger. She gasped. I
grabbed her other cheek with my free hand and kissed her again, quickly but
firmly. I was in charge here. Well that’s a lie. My dick was in charge. For a
second I thought she would stop it, slap me, whatever, but her tongue probed
into my mouth and I lost all non-bodily thoughts.
Lips,
tongue, hair, teeth, jaw. I grabbed her hair and she reached for my face with
one hand. Her tits pressed against me as I felt her other hand pop open the
long johns and take my dick. I groaned or something as she pulled it out, fast
and furious. I ran my hand across her breasts and sucked her neck, marking her.
I reached up to the shoulders of her long johns and yanked them down until her
breasts were bare. They were looking up at me. I licked and sucked one, then
the other and Lou was grabbing my ass and moaning. I liked the sound and it
coaxed me to reach down and find her mound. I had wanted to touch her for so
long. She suddenly put her hands around my neck and jumped up, wrapping her
legs around me, sucking my face, trying to push her cunt around my dick. I
grabbed her ass to steady us but it didn’t work. We fell to the ground and I
was on top of her, her legs spread underneath me. We shed whatever was left and
before I knew it, my mouth was seeking her clit. I had to taste her to see if
she tasted how she smelt.
I
kissed her hip bones and her legs stayed open. I moved my tongue down her lips.
She had surprisingly little hair on her cunt. It was cute, steam was pouring
out of her. I licked my way to her clit and just as I reached it she said, “Jimmy? What are you……? ooooohhhhhhh!” and I
knew that no man had ever tasted her juices like that, smelt her scent like
that, made her moan like that. I massaged my tongue and lips and gently with my
teeth up and down and around until I felt her hips arched high, begging. I
slipped two fingers in her hole to find it sticky and wet. My cock wanted in.
It had been waiting too long. I moved
my face back up before she had a chance to come. I wanted her to save something
for later.
Her
nipples are a little darker than I thought they’d be. I try to engulf her whole
breast in my mouth, I rub and pinch the other and hear her say something but
the thunder muffles her voice. She starts dragging her nails lightly down her
back and she softly begs and calls me “Jimmy, oh God Jimmy!” She seeks out my mouth and eats
it again and again. We feed on each other and she turns me over and I’m on my
back, lying in mud. Her back is muddy too. I kiss her a bit more and then I
whisper two words in her ear “My turn”. I slowly encourage her head to
move down south and she figures it out, suddenly she is licking my head and
shaft and her mouth is around my cock. Fuck it feels so good. I place my hands on her scalp and guide her a
little farther down and she gags a little. She looks up at me and I see she is
abandoning the idea and she moves up a bit and straddles me. I don’t mind that
something else is unfinished between us because I am about to explode and I
know it’s too soon at this point. It
starts to rain harder as she rises up and positions herself. It pours harder
than my dick when she moves down in one fell swoop, enclosing me. She stops and
groans for a minute, getting a comfortable fit. She molds around me and starts
to move up and down quickly, like the expert rider she is. I lean forward with
my muddy hands and put them on her narrow hips, her breasts bounce up and down
trying to catch the rhythm. It seems appropriate that we are dirty. I try to
slow her movements, even though I really want her to gallop. I find her clit and
don’t even need to do anything because her movements rub it against my finger.
It doesn’t take long for her to cry out and stiffen as she clamps around my
cock and comes. Damn, she’s quick! She breathes out heavily; I echo my earlier
words “My turn.”
I
turn her over, mud oozing everywhere, and pin her under me. I can tell my
weight is pressing her down so she can’t move. She is smiling now and wraps her
legs and grabs my long, wet hair in her fists. She kisses me briefly and then
licks my ear. She knows her puny weight
couldn’t fight me off and I like that she knows it. Not that she wants to fight
me off. She says a little too loudly “Oh CHRIST Jimmy, shove it in Jimmy,
now Jimmy NOW!”
I
can’t believe it’s Lou fucking saying these words to me. LOU! I decide to
oblige the lady, like a gentleman should. The only problem is, I have never
been gentle. I enter her hard, and start bucking and hammering her, crushing
her pelvis. She screams a little too loud so I put my muddy hand over her mouth
and look at her wide brown eyes, wild with pleasure and pain. I go inside her
right to the hilt and draw my dick three quarters of the way out, then back in
and out and in…. My balls, which are burning like hell, are almost inside of
her at times. After the shock, she starts to move under me and I let go of her
mouth. The rain pounds my back and I pound my dick in her wet cunt. She starts
to moan and move. “Jimmy, I want you so
baaad oh God.” I stay silent. She wants me! I suck on her neck while I pump. I
feel her sliding under me. The mud provides friction and I know she’s never
been fucked so hard. I bite into her neck a little too hard. She screams but
it’s definitely with delight as well as shock.
Some of her blood enters my mouth and it’s mixed with the mud from her
neck. I put my mouth on hers so she can taste the strange mix and I pump her
harder. I want her to bleed from both
ends. Fuck she is so tight. Her pussy is clamped around me. Wet, hot, and full.
Her ass is moving up and down and I feel her shudder inside. She gives a series
of sharp quick moans and she fucking comes again. Hot juices fall around my
dick and I feel a rush from my nads, I try to stop it but can’t and I groan as
our liquids mix together and I explode my heavy load deep within her. It starts
to drip out of her and probably slides down into the dirt somewhere making cum
mud. We stay joined for a while, trying to comprehend what’s just happened,
staring into each other’s eyes.
We
slip apart and I roll off her. I notice the mud, our fuck mud, on the ground
and I gather small handfuls. She’s lying there looking at me and I rub the warm
and cold mud onto her cheeks and breasts, massaging her slowly with my hands as
the rain falls on her skin. I make her dirtier and dirtier. She catches on pretty
quickly and soon I feel her hand spread some in my ass crack. Soon we are
rubbing each other with all the mud we can find and rooting around like pigs, our
body parts slipping through each other’s fingers, trying to see in just how
many places the mud will ooze into. The steady rain tries to wash it off but we
keep spreading it everywhere: ears, cunt, arses, nostrils, foreskin, and hair.
She surprises me when she takes eats a mouthful of mud and kisses me. It tastes
like the earth; it tastes natural. We kiss some more. We roll around and she
starts to paint my face with the mud. She looks at me lovingly and intensely
and I feel her finger trace the shape of a heart with her muddy finger. She
loves me! I stare at her muddy face and I try to convey how I feel about her
with my gaze. She looks savage. At this moment, there is no language. Words do
not exist. She has the look of a wild animal about to strike. I think she’s
about to say something when suddenly a strange look crosses her face. As though
clouds engulfed the moon and hid it. Like the wild animal she is, she flees.
The lightning gives me one last glimpse of running figure her before the storm
becomes a tempest.
Now
it’s the next day and I’m lying here in the bunkhouse. I’m wondering whether it
was just some kind of Lou-ghost I had been fucking in the mud. My sheets of
still-moist dirt tell me that it wasn’t a ghost and that Lou, with the drawing
of her heart on my face, had made her declarations. I understand why she fled;
it’s the same reason I had been running from her.
Our
masks had been lifted.