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.
