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After the disaster that was his first car, a shiny, brand new SUV that seemed to break down every time he hit a pothole, Logan decided to get a used truck. The old rednecks who sold them were a lot more reliable than the young, well dressed car salespeople who drove show cars everywhere they went.
He was walking the hour long journey to the fellows farm; a redneck, with a redneck name, too; Chet. He seemed like a nice enough guy, talking to him over Facebook Marketplace. Not too old to text like a senior, not too young to stop him from sharing a few memories about the old truck. They had agreed to meet at two, so Logan had started walking at twelve thirty, giving himself time to stop and buy a drink on the way, but he was still twenty minutes early. Hopefully Chet wouldn't mind.
Something to consider with these types was the fact he was a trans man, but he wasn't worried about it. He had been on T for years, had gotten top surgery, and he had always passed as a man just fine. He doubted Chet would notice.
He walked up the side of the gravel road under the shade, dust kicking up from his feet in a cloud - he was glad he hadn't brought his shitty SUV. He doubted it would survive this road.
The side of the road got more grassy, turning into a clearing that led up to a nice looking house. The porch had a couple chairs on it, a low coffee table between them, two ashtrays on either side of the table. He could smell hay and horses, fresh cut grass, dust and some wood smoke. Certainly a redneck.
Logan slowed as he came up the grass, rocking on heel to heel. He checked his phone to find he was still twenty minutes early. Was it rude to show up so early? He could stand to wander around for ten minutes.
The first step he took to his left, he scanned the ground in front of him, and his face lit up in delight. A little black and white kitten was prowling low to the ground, about six feet in front of him. Logan crouched down and stuck out his hand.
"Pspspsps!" he brought his fingers together like he was holding a treat, shaking it in the kittens field of view, and that seemed to do the trick. It meowed and ambled up to him until its whiskers tickled his knuckles and Logan could feel it sniffing his hand. He slowly opened it and gently scritched the kitten's chin, and although the kitten seemed to be annoyed there was no treat, it accepted the attention with a happy little meow.
The cat mewled and jerked his head around until Logan was petting him between the ears, loudly purring when he hit the right spot. Logan gave up on crouching and simply sat on the ground, stretching his legs out in front of him. His jeans already had a couple grass stains on them because of how old they were, but he was sure Chet wouldn't mind a couple dirt stains. It might even help him trust him with the old truck.
"Adorable little sweetheart." He murmured, enchanted by the little kitten. It was purring so loudly, it almost sounded like a car engine.
"He is, isn't he?" A close voice behind him agreed, speaking with a rural drawl.
Logan turned his head and looked up at the man, who was much closer than he thought. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a button up T-shirt, and blue cotton jeans, stained with dirt and grass. His dark hair was streaked with silver, eyes smiling at him, and he had a very well kept mustache, trimmed neatly with some stubble on his chin and cheeks to compliment it.
"You must be Chet." Logan greeted him with a nod and a smile, unwilling to take his hand away from the kitten to shake his hand.
"Yep. You must be Logan." Chet crouched down next to him and stuck out his hand, his big, calloused and sunburnt hand brushing Logan's as he reached out to pet the kitten. "And this is Oreo. He likes you. Don't you, buddy?" He cooed, gently stroking down the kittens head. "Yeah, you like him, don't you?"
Logan blushed a little - it never failed to make him happy when somebody called him a he, no matter how long he'd been out.
"Is he yours?" He asked, turning his head towards Chet, only to find how close he'd gotten, practically leaning over his shoulder.
"Him? No, no. He's part of a litter.. there's a barn cat that likes to hang around here. I leave out food for the mama cat, so I guess she decided to have her babies here. You like cats?"
"I love cats.. especially little guys." Logan answered, trying not to look over his shoulder at Chet.
"You ever leave any food out for the animals?" Chet asked him, and Logan could practically feel his eyes on his face.
"Oh, I have a couple bird feeders up in the trees near my place! Damn squirrels always jump on them, though."
"Good boy." Chet said to him in a friendly voice, and Logan's eyes widened when he felt a hand squeeze his shoulder. It was a friendly gesture, friendly words, a gentle, friendly hand.. he looked over his shoulder at that smile, those eyes, his facial hair.. oh, fuck, he was hot. And maybe twenty years older than him.. which made him even sexier.
"Well! Guess I should get to showin you the truck, huh?" Chet asked him, reaching right over his shoulder to pat the kitten goodbye. He pat it like he was patting a man on the shoulder, and the sight made Logan's cheeks flush. Even with a kitten, he was a sweet guy. "But would you mind if I had a smoke first? I didn't expect you so soon."
"Oh, no, I don't mind.. I love the smell of cigarettes." Logan lied and smiled on reflex, unsure why he did. He had never even smoked a cigarette before.
"Oh!" Chet groaned when he stood up, rubbing his knees for a moment before he straightened out. "Come on over to the porch with me, son." He took Logan's arm in hand, pulling to help him stand up, and the power in him combined with the roughness of his fingertips, and the gentleness of his grip.. oh, God, Logan didn't want to think about the warmth blooming inside him.
"How long have you lived here?" Logan decided to ask while they walked together, gesturing around with his hands. "You have a very nice place."
"Oh, you're sweet. Why don't you guess how long I've lived here?" Chet asked, leading him up the gravel road to his porch.
"Mm.. ten years?" Logan guessed, looking Chet's way.
"Aww. How old do you think I am?" Chet sat in the chair closest to his house's front door, and Logan sat in the chair next to him, across the coffee table.
Logan looked him over. Obviously, he was in his mid to late thirties, at least. But he wanted to suck up to him. "Oh.. thirty three? Thirty two?"
Chet laughed, a deep sort of rumbling sound coming from his chest. "Here, take a whole one. Usually I don't like sharing, but you've earned it."
Logan looked at the pack he was being offered, the orange filters sticking out, and he felt it would be rude not to accept. He had never even been offered a cigarette, but he still took one, using his entire hand to wrap around the orange and the white parts. He examined it while Chet lit his cigarette.
Logan awkwardly set the white part between his lips, unsure how far into his mouth to push it. He waited until Chet was comfortably smoking and set his lighter down on the coffee table to turn towards him.
When Chet saw him, he snorted, and a big cloud of smoke came out while he laughed. He looked away from him, and every time he looked back, he laughed even harder.
"Turn the.. turn it around." Chet giggled at him, holding his cigarette between his fingers. Logan just blinked, confused. Chet put his smoke back between his lips and got up, moving around the table towards him. He put his hand on the coffee table and leaned in closer, his kind eyes and roughly stubbled cheeks making it impossible for Logan to do anything other than dumbly stare, admiring his mustache and silver streaked hair while he was at it.
Chet's fingertips brushing his lips was all Logan cared to notice while the older man delicately took the cigarette from his lips and flipped it around, rubbing his thumb between his lips to part them. He placed the filter between them, then took his cigarette from his mouth and placed it against the end of Logan's.
"Inhale. Inhale deep." Chet told him, so Logan listened. He inhaled.. and he grasped at his throat in alarm when it burned.
"Aah!" Logan exclaimed, hands flying to his neck in a panic. He coughed out a lungful of acrid smoke, the scent filling his nose.
"Woah!" Chet exclaimed, immediately swiping the cigarette from him. He placed it in his own mouth alongside the first one, then brought Logan in by the shoulder and started patting his back, helping him cough. Logan could've died from the way his chest pressed against the bigger man's felt. "Sorry about that."
"I should've told you I've never smoked. Before." Logan awkwardly told him, hiding his blush while Chet let him lean back into the chair.
"I should've asked. Sorry, bud." Chet pat him on the shoulder, walking back around the table to his seat. "Feel free to go inside and grab a drink of water."
"Oh, I.. I wouldn't want to intrude." Logan stammered, his eyes focused on the clouds of smoke billowing from Chet's mouth, highlighting his facial hair, sparkling in his eyes. Lord, he was hot.
"Oh, you wouldn't be intruding. I keep water bottles in the kitchen." Chet swept his hand towards the front door, smiling at him with two cigarettes in his mouth. "Come on, go on in."
Logan awkwardly smiled, standing up from his seat. It would give him a chance to take a breather without being enchanted by Chet's handsome body and sweet face. "Okay. Can I get you one?"
"Very thoughtful of you. I'd love one, thank you, son!"
Logan smiled at him, scurrying past him into the house. The second he opened the door, he was greeted with the smell of coffee and bacon. Not a bad smell, really. He respectfully slipped out of his shoes at the door and went right to the kitchen, trying not to snoop through anything else.
He grabbed two water bottles from the kitchen counter, but he paused from taking them back when something caught his eye. He squinted; it was a green handkerchief. Colored like forest green, with just enough of a tinge of blue to come through and still be green. Hunter green.
It may have been a coincidence, but Logan knew there was an older handkerchief code that was still periodically used among gay men. But a redneck could hardly be gay.. unless he could.
Logan shook his head, putting it out of his mind. Rednecks carried guns and weren't friendly to queer people. That was the end of that.
Logan came back out of the house to find both of Chet's cigarettes half smoked, a pile of ash still smoking in his ashtray. He was staring off into the distance in the opposite direction of the front door, not seeming to notice Logan's footsteps, or his close presence beside his chair. Logan gently set the bottle down in his lap - but his eyes widened when he realized he set it down right on Chet's crotch. But he couldn't adjust it without risking touching him there, and where was he supposed to move it? His thighs?
Chet looked down, then looked up at him, but Logan could've sworn his eyes made a detour somewhere else, just for a moment.
"Thank you, boy." Chet smiled up at him, his hand coming up to take the cigarettes out of his mouth. "A charmin' young man like you's probably got somebody he's seeing, huh?"
Logan tried not to act like the question affected him as much as it affected him; there was no way Chet was coming onto him, right? "No, sir." He answered, then started mentally kicking himself for it. 'Sir?'
"No? Hmm. I don't have anyone right now, either." Chet watched him carefully while Logan walked back around to his chair. He wondered what the older man was looking at with his back turned like that, but he didn't dwell on it.
"But, um, I have a steady job. I have enough for whatever you're selling your truck for.. I'd just love to give it a test drive first."
"Oh, right!" Chet exclaimed, as though he'd forgotten about the truck. The cigarettes were down to stubs, just under a centimeter of white left in them both, so Chet stubbed them out in the ashtray and left the orange filters hanging over the side. "I'll bring it around to the front here. You just stay put."
Logan watched Chet get up, and when his back was turned, he took a good look up and down the man's body. He had a baggy pair of jeans on, which pulled tight around his backside. He tried not to notice his bulge, visible even from his side. He couldn't help his mind running wild that Chet must be big, and experienced, too.
Logan adjusted his pants in his seat, finding his underwear felt wet between his legs. He tried to convince himself it was only from the heat, that he was sweating, but he knew that wasn't the whole truth.
All he had to do was take the truck for a drive, decide whether or not he wanted it, let Chet know, then walk home. But then why could he feel that it wasn't going to be that simple, then?
The truck's engine was surprisingly quiet, coming into view from the side of the house. Logan stood up, sipping his water while he waited for Chet to pull up close to the porch. Chet rolled down the window, stopping a little ways away.
"Y' ever driven on a farm road, boy?!" Chet yelled from the truck, sticking his head far out the window.
"No, I haven't!" Logan loudly answered him, walking closer toward the truck.
"Better get in the passenger side, then. I'll take you to a smoother road."
Logan blushed at the thought of the bigger man driving him around, so close to him he could reach out and rub him between his legs. The thought made him even more excited, walking a little faster towards the truck.
He got in the passenger side, shut the door, and looked to his side to find the separation between the driver's seat and the passengers seat was a small one. Not particularly cramped, but close. He could see the way Chet's jeans pulled over his bulge more clearly, now. He tried not to stare, instead settling for looking at the dashboard.
"Don't be shy, son! Take a look around. This'll be your truck, if you want it to be!" Chet clapped him on the shoulder, then grabbed for the gear shifter. He grabbed Logan's thigh, instead. Logan gasped at the feeling of Chet's hand strongly tugging on him before he noticed and let go.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Chet apologized like it had been an accident; Logan was almost certain that it hadn't been.
"It's okay." He quickly answered, unable to say anything else. What was Chet's game? He was sure he was dripping, by now. His thigh felt warm, tingling rivlets of shivers running up to where he couldn't control his arousal. He fidgeted in the seat, praying Chet wouldn't notice.
"Hey, you know what the passenger seat is great for?" Chet asked, and Logan just mustered a shake of his head. "Let me show you." He stopped the car, parking it right there and taking the keys from the ignition. He got out of the car.
Logan watched him walk around the car, blushing a deeper red while Chet walked up to the passenger side. He froze when he opened the door.
"The passenger seat.." Chet pulled a lever on the side of his seat, suddenly moving the seat back a few inches, leaning Logan just slightly back with it. "..it leans back to romance pretty people."
Logan's breath caught in his throat; Chet climbed into the space in front of his seat and closed the car door behind him. He was down on his knees in front of him, and he could see only his face, his hair, his shoulders, and then his arms, slowly coming up to gently rest on his thighs. "Or to romance pretty boys who stare too long at your dick."
Logan's heart felt like it stopped. He shivered in arousal, staring down at Chet's seductive smile. "I- I.. I'm.. I'm trans.." he whispered, unable to think of anything else to say.
"Oh, so.. you like boys and girls?" Chet raised an eyebrow.
"N-no, I.. I wasn't born with a dick, but I'm a man. I have a.. um."
"Ohh. I see. Okay." Chet smiled, rubbing up and down his thighs. "Well, are you interested? Hm?"
"I want you." Logan responded, the words leaving his mouth almost like a moan, too worked up to come up with any sexy sort of response. The words seemed to do the trick anyway, and Chet grinned, moving his hands up to press down on Logan's lower belly. He gasped, shivering in delight.
"Mm. And you don't mind that I'm forty one and you're.."
"Twenty five." Logan's body was pressing further into Chet's hands, unable to stop himself. "A-as long as you don't mind that I'm trans."
"Mind? I get to play with the three holes of a sweet, darling boy. I think I'll start by eating you out." Chet gently rubbed his hands down between Logan's legs, slowly parting his thighs. "Can I do that for you?"
"Please.." Logan murmured, guiding Chet's warm, calloused hands to the hem of his pants.
He helped Chet pull them off, lifting up his legs so he would have an easier time. The older man didn't waste any time pulling his boxers off, too, removing his shoes to leave him stark naked from the waist down. He tossed the garment vaguely to the side, setting his shoes on the driver seat, then pressed his palms into each of Logan's inner thighs, spreading them apart.
Chet wolf whistled, bringing two fingers between his legs. He brushed them through his folds, his fingers getting covered in slick. Logan couldn't help but squirm.
"How long have you been this wet, boy?" Chet purred, leaning up towards him.
"I, uh.. ah!" Chet started kissing his thighs, sucking and using his teeth to nibble on his sensitive skin. "S-since you called me a good boy.."
"You are a good boy." Chet purred between kisses, licking at his inner thighs. He paused for a moment, gusting warm breath all the way up to Logan's cunt. He leaned forward and kissed his little dick, the sound of pleasured alarm Logan suddenly made absolute music to his ears. "You sensitive there, darling?"
Logan vigorously nodded, so Chet circled his dick with his mouth and sucked hard, tonguing the head.
"Oh! A-aah.." Logan cried out, instinctively grasping at Chet's hair. He couldn't help squirming and grinding on his mouth, moaning from both the pleasure and the way Chet's mustache tickled his sensitive skin, stubble rubbing against his thighs. He was experienced, knew how to flit his tongue just right across his dick, how to move his head along with his squirming to relentlessly suck on him.
He shook under the pleasure, head angling back and mouth hanging open, tensing towards Chet's warm, tantalizing mouth. "Fuck.. F-fuck.. daddy!" he nearly screamed, cumming hard, holding Chet's mouth to his dick until his entire body went limp, collapsing into the seat, his shaky hands loosening their grip on Chet's hair, unable to hear or see anything clearly with a wave of pleasure wracking his entire body.
Chet slowly pulled away from his dick, waiting for Logan to open his eyes. When Logan finally looked down at him, he was speechless, overcome with embarrassment.
"I'm.. I'm sorry, I didn't even know I could do that, I.." Logan was mortified to see that he had squirted all over Chet's chin, there were wet spots on his shirt, and a pool of slick on the seat below him.
"Don't apologize, baby. Daddy's got you." Chet rubbed his thighs, bringing his face in closer once again, slower this time. He licked up from Logan's folds to his dick, dragging his tongue back and forth. "Mm. I bet you saw my handkerchief, didn't you?"
"What does- aah! Mm, please.. w-what does it mean?"
"I like taking care of submissive guys like you.. and I like making you feel good, too. And I love being called Daddy." Chet grinned at him, barely giving him a chance to reply before diving back into his pussy, his mouth full of Logan's own slick to rub his dick with.
"Ah! Fuck.. d-daddy.." Logan whimpered, squirming against Chet's relentless assault, taking full advantage of his sensitive, twitchy clit. It tingled across his entire body, burned in him, muscles tensing up as his whole body arched towards the older man.
He gasped a shaking sigh of total pleasure, cumming into Chet's mouth again, his panting turning into moaning when Chet refused to slow down, only lapping up his cum like a dying man in the desert and using it to continue torturing his clit.
"Chet! P-please, that's.. oh!" Logan shivered, his hips jumping involuntarily, but Chet only brought his hands to his thighs and held them down, spread far apart.
He wailed in pleasure, brought to orgasm after orgasm, the way Chet's insistent tongue tortured him getting more and more overwhelming by the second. Logan's voice was near hoarse from screaming in pleasure, his breathing hot and heavy, gasps like whimpers leaving his mouth.
Logan felt a wave of bliss wash over him at the next orgasm, making his mind cloud over for a moment, relaxing into the pleasure. He could feel Chet grinning at the sight of him, ruined and ragged.
Chet gently nipped at Logan's dick, and the young man cried out, instinctively yanking Chet's mouth off his pussy by the hair. He held him away, taking a moment to pant and recompose himself. He was sweating, as well as filthy from the waist down.
"Sensitive there, boy?" Chet cooed, rubbing his hands up and down Logan's thighs to soothe him.
Logan simply nodded, mouth hanging open from panting. He ran his hand through Chet's hair, then pulled off his shirt, leaving himself stark naked, under Chet's mercy.
"Handsome. That's what you are." Chet ran his hands between his legs once again, this time caressing his inner thighs, pushing them apart. He rubbed two fingers up Logan's folds-
"Mmh! Ohh.." Logan cried out, Chet's fingers roughly forcing inside his pussy.
"You're tight, too." Chet gently pushed his fingers in deeper, curling his fingertips to rub for his g-spot. "Are you a virgin, baby?"
"N-no.." Logan answered, thinking of all the times he'd been fucked. The men had mostly been great, but nobody had ever held him down while making him squirt so much he made a mess of their face.
"Hmm." Chet scissored his fingers inside of Logan's pussy, stretching him out. He brushed over Logan's clit with his thumb, rubbing where he'd nipped, and the young man shivered under his hands. He pulled the fingers out, but only held them up. "Open wide, baby." He purred, holding out his fingers.
Logan eagerly took the tips of his fingers into his mouth, moaning around the fingers when Chet pushed them in deeper, rubbing them inside his mouth like he was fucking them. Logan moaned around them, his eyes partway closing, lips beginning to drool.
Chet took out his fingers, simply admiring how glossy they were with Logan's saliva. "You couldn't resist showin off, hm?"
He slowly climbed up Logan's body, licking and kissing up from his clit to his stomach, slowly rising to trace his scars with his tongue, using his wet fingers to touch Logan's nipples. Chet pressed his knee between the younger man's legs, rubbing faster when he felt Logan shamelessly rubbing himself on his knee.
Chet kissed Logan's jaw, nuzzling up to his ear. He teased his cunt with one hand, his mustache brushing Logan's face, the wetness of the younger man's cum smearing from Chet's face to Logan's.
"You must be good at sucking cock.." Chet purred, brushing his finger up Logan's t-dick. "The only question is if you want daddy to use a condom when I fuck your mouth, or to let you drip my cum from your pretty lips."
"I.. aah.. p-please.." Logan shifted his hips against Chet's hand, arching into his stubbled face.
"Do you want me to use a condom? Hm? Or would you rather be bred and dripping with daddy's cum like a slutty, free use boy?" Chet purred, firmly sucking a bruise under his ear.
"Don't use a condom.. I want it." Logan scrambled to palm Chet's fly, but his hands were caught by the older man's. They instead guided him to squeeze his other delicate bits first, rubbing along his thighs, up and down his inner thighs, and squeezing his ass before guiding them to his belt. He let Logan's hands go, then, simply shuffling up to straddle Logan's hips.
Logan got the hint, taking his time to rub and caress his obvious erection through his jeans, watching his face for his reactions. He could bring himself to tease and toy with him while he opened his fly, but once his jeans were open, he stuck his hand in Chet's boxers and pulled out his cock.
He handled him with ease, teasing the head of his cock with his fingers, swirling around his tip before he stroked him up and down, jerking him off until he was fully hard. Chet was about as big as Logan had dreamed of, and beautifully expressive in pleasure, low moans of pleasure making his eyelids flutter.
Chet's jeans fell down to his ankles, and he couldn't take it anymore. He kneeled on the seat, yanking Logan down to level his mouth with his cock. He used one hand to press his cockhead to Logan's lips, spreading the precum at the head but not forcing inside. As soon as Logan sucked his cock in a little deeper, he slowly pressed it deeper in his mouth, up until he gasped.
"That's a good boy.." he purred, slowly starting to fuck in and out of Logan's pretty lips. He didn't want to be too rough, but couldn't help jerking his hips forward when the young man tongued his tip. He fucked his mouth a little faster, a little harder.
He fucked him faster and faster, the sound of his cock slapping against Logan's mouth drowning out his low moans. He felt perfect, looked perfect. He felt a trickle down his cock and realized Logan was drooling, his own spit and Chet's precum leaking from his mouth.
"Mmh!" Logan cried out, his throat tightening around Chet's dick, involuntarily gagging. As tempting as it was to force his cock deeper down his hot, tight throat, Chet pulled his cock out immediately, bringing a hand to Logan's neck to rub and soothe him.
"You did so well, baby.." Chet pushed him back up the seat, shuffling down between his legs to line himself up. "I'm gonna fuck your lil' pussy til you're filled with my cum. Then, you're going to ride my cock. You'll be a droolin, darlin whore by the time I'm done with you."
"Please.." Logan begged, soaked in his own cum, tasting the older man's on his tongue.
"Last chance for a condom, hun." Logan vigorously nodded in understanding, rocking his hips up towards Chet's cock anyway. "Y' want it? Hmm?"
"Please.." Logan reached down, guiding Chet to slowly press his tip inside him, begging for it without words.
"Do you want me to be gentle?" Chet pushed inside him inch by inch, watching Logan's face from up close. "Or do you want me to be rough with you?"
"Fuck me as hard as you like." Logan breathed, reaching out to hold onto Chet's sides. He encircled his body, holding him closer. Logan tilted his hips up, taking every little bit of Chet inside him. "Can.. can I kiss you?"
"Of course, baby." Chet leaned closer, allowing Logan to catch his lips in his own. He started out slowly, shallowly rocking his hips to not overwhelm the younger man, or himself. It was enough to simply be wrapped in his wet heat, stretching him open with his dick.
Logan moaned into his mouth, his eyes closing, slowly rocking his hips along with Chet's dick. He grabbed and rubbed at the older man's body, dripping in arousal, shivering and tightening around him when Chet started to simply take what he wanted.
He broke the kiss, Chet's skin continually slapping against his pussy, panting into the older man's neck. His humid breath gusted across his stubble, his mustache tickling his face. Chet's body weighed heavy on Logan's, warming him in a blanket of his body heat.
"Fuck.. that feels so.." Logan moaned, unable to do more than gasp, making a wet mess of Chet's cock, limp in Chet's arms. It was still too much, too intense, fucked into again and again. The force Chet was gripping his sides with was more than enough to bruise, his low, breathy moaning into his neck a delight of itself, his stubble stimulating the sensitive skin on his neck.
"Mm.. tell you what.. s-stay here overnight and.. I'll breed you until you're nothing but a toy for daddy to use.."
Logan came to a shuddering orgasm from his words alone, his voice hoarse with pleasure. He finally sighed in bliss, his entire body flopping back into the passenger seat, being filled up with hot cum while Chet sucked on his neck. It felt so good, he could hardly move.
Chet leaned over Logan in contentment, panting very near to his face, enjoying the warmth from being buried inside him. His vision slowly cleared, the cum already dripping from Logan's pussy cooled on his cock, and finally he had the presence of mind to check on Logan.
"Y'alright, Logan?" He pulled back to ask, taking a good look up and down at what he had done. Logan smelled like sex, like sweat, like cum, but also like cigarettes by Chet's facial hair rubbing all over his body. Chet liked that smell; it gave the impression he'd claimed the young man. He was a mess, as well, small tear stains trickling down his eyes from overstimulation, covered in sucked bruises and his own drool.
"I'm.. I'm alright." He answered, eyes glossy.
"Oh, good." Chet took his time rising, then gently pushed Logan aside. He sat on the passenger seat himself, stretching his back out next to the younger man. "So, how was that compared to one of 'em city dwellin youngbucks?"
Logan paused for a way of answering, a sly smile spreading across his face, meeting Chet's eye. "I've always preferred rural areas to big cities.. maybe I could spend the night, learning what people do on a farm instead of a big city." His eyes twinkled, and thankfully Chet seemed to understand what he was getting at.
"The first thing is cleanin up. Then, I'll clean you up.." Chet licked his lips, the same sly grin spreading on his lips. "..an inch at a time."