The hotel room was bathed in the soft, warm light of dawn, the sun slowly ascending over the Brooklyn Bridge, casting long shadows across the cityscape. Standing naked by the window, Cocky, a ruggedly handsome cowboy, his body taut and muscled from years of ranch work, gazed out at the sunrise, his mind filled with memories of the night before.
Sunrise over the Bridge – Adventures of the Cocky Cowboy by Maxwell Alexander – Homoerotic Story
He could still feel the ghost of Carlos’ touch on his skin, the press of his lips, the heat of his body. They had met at a bustling bar in the Village, their eyes locking across the crowded room. The connection had been instantaneous, electric. Carlos, with his dark eyes and wicked smile, had sidled up to Cocky, his voice a low purr as he introduced himself.
Back in the hotel room, their chemistry had exploded. Carlos had pushed Cocky against the wall, his hands rough and demanding as they roamed Cocky’s body. Their lips crashed together, tongues clashing in a hungry, desperate dance. Cocky could still taste the faint hint of whiskey on Carlos’ tongue, the salt of his skin.
Carlos had spun Cocky around, his hands gripping Cocky’s hips as he ground his hard cock against Cocky’s ass. Cocky could feel the heat of him, the promise of what was to come. He had braced his hands against the wall, spreading his legs in invitation. Carlos had taken his time, his fingers teasing and probing, slick with lube, opening Cocky up. Cocky had groaned, pushing back against Carlos’ hand, eager for more.
When Carlos finally slid into him, it was slow and deep, filling Cocky completely. Cocky had gasped, his body stretching to accommodate Carlos’ length. Carlos had started to move, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm, his cock hitting that spot deep inside Cocky that made him see stars. Cocky had pushed back against him, meeting each thrust, their bodies moving in sync.
They had fucked against the wall, then on the bed, Carlos flipping Cocky onto his back, his legs pushed up to his chest. Carlos had leaned over him, his hands gripping Cocky’s shoulders for leverage as he drove into him, hard and deep. Cocky had wrapped his legs around Carlos’ waist, pulling him closer, wanting more.
At one point, Cocky had climbed onto Carlos’ lap, lowering himself onto Carlos’ cock, his own hard length trapped between their bodies. He had ridden Carlos, his hips rolling and grinding, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Carlos had gripped Cocky’s ass, his fingers digging into the firm flesh, guiding his movements.
They had both come like that, their bodies slick with sweat, their cries of pleasure filling the room. Cocky could still feel the heat of Carlos’ release inside him, the sticky mess on his stomach where he had come untouched.
But Carlos had not been done with him. He had pushed Cocky back onto the bed, his head between Cocky’s thighs, his tongue licking and probing at Cocky’s sensitive hole. Cocky had squirmed and moaned, the sensation almost too much to bear. Carlos had sucked him, his mouth hot and wet, his tongue teasing the rim before plunging inside.
Cocky had come again, his body convulsing, his cock pulsing as he spilled onto the sheets. Carlos had lapped at him, his tongue cleaning up every last drop. Then he had flipped Cocky onto his stomach, his cock hard again, ready for more.
They had fucked like that, Carlos’ body covering Cocky’s, his cock sliding in and out of Cocky’s ass, his hands gripping Cocky’s wrists, pinning him down. Cocky had pushed back against him, their bodies moving in a primal, desperate rhythm. They had come together, their bodies shaking, their cries echoing through the room.
Now, standing by the window, Cocky could still feel the echo of Carlos’ touch. He could still feel the stretch of his body, the heat of Carlos’ release inside him. He reached down, his fingers tracing the rim of his hole, feeling the slickness there. He pushed a finger inside, his body clenching around it, remembering the feel of Carlos’ cock.
He stroked himself, his cock hardening in his hand, his body still sensitive and aching from the night before. He came quickly, his body convulsing, his release spilling onto the floor. He leaned his forehead against the cool glass of the window, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
As the sun rose higher over the city, Cocky knew he would never forget this night, this room, this view. He would never forget Carlos, the heat of his touch, the feel of his body. It was a memory he would carry with him, a secret smile on his lips, as he rode off into the sunset.
