Wranglers: Rodeo Boys #1

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Garrett and I had known each other since high school, senior year. After that, we’d gone to college together. Shared a dorm room. It was somewhere during that time, not sure when that we started fucking. Not boyfriend—boyfriend fucking. Just a couple of buddies getting each other off.I’m definitely not gay. Maybe bisexual—maybe something else entirely. All I know is my best friend knows how to suck cock better than any girlfriend I’ve ever had, and I get an insane rush every time his cock fills my ass and pounds it into submission.Now in our late twenties, we’ve started cruising. Hitting the rodeo circuit. Partially because we love bronc riding and steer wrestling, and partially because the rodeo grounds and local country bars are prime hunting grounds for tracking down straight guys who are willing to walk the line with us—experiment. Let us show them what it feels like to really cum.Intense, convulsive, soul-shattering surges of relentless, mind-blowing cum.—but that’s just my experience.—and Garrett’s.—and most everyone else we’ve lassoed into joining us.”What the hell are you daydreaming about now?” Garrett jostled me, propelling me toward the back of my horse Mason’s stall. “Dirk, I’m not mucking out this entire barn for you.””Sorry, dude …distracted.” I dragged my bare arm across my forehead to wipe away the perspiration and grime. Summer had been brutal this year. Mid-eighties since June. Jeans, my favorite boots, and a white, sleeveless shirt had been my uniform of choice, much like today.I smirked and unlatched my belt buckle, a sound that always set my heart racing. “Care to regain my attention?” I undid the button on my jeans and unzipped the fly.Garrett was quick. Always was. He leaned his stall fork against the wall and shoved Mason’s hind-end out of the way, so he would have sufficient space.He peered down the past the other stalls toward the large, open doors of my family’s barn. The coast must’ve been clear because he was on his knees in the sawdust before I’d even pulled my cock out. His rough hands retrieved it for me, stretching my jeans open wider—his huge pawlike hands gripping my balls and pulling my foreskin tight to my body as his mouth encased my soft cock.He hummed around it, anxious—greedy.Garrett loved cock.Loved it in his mouth.Loved it in his ass.I nearly tipped forward, the power of his mouth drawing me to steady myself by placing my hands on his shoulders. He ran the tip of his tongue around the ridge of my cockhead, gently, savoring it, and sucked my soft cock into his mouth.His chin pressed against my balls, then pulled away—his lips and tongue sucking and teasing until my cock stiffened.It didn’t take long.I removed my shirt and draped it over the divider between Mason’s stall and the next one over, and dropped my head back against the rough wood of the stall’s wall.”Fuck, you’re good.” I touched the top of Garrett’s head, ruffling his curly, brown hair, then gripped a handful of it within my fist and hauled him forward, forcing him to take the full length of my rock-hard cock into his mouth.The tip of my cock struck the resistance I was craving.I held steady until he coughed and gagged on my cock, then released him. He grabbed my thighs, his fingers clinging to the fabric of my jeans. He wanted more.I took his head in both hands and jammed my cock into his mouth, fucking him until he had tears running down his cheeks, and snot coating his lips.I looked down at him as he slurped and licked his way along my shaft. As he made his way back to the tip of my cock, his face glistened in the faint light of the barn’s inadequate illumination.I liked him dirty. The dirtier the better …his grubby face staring up at me, his big brown eyes blinking—wet and hungry. He released my thighs, clung to my cock with one hand, and lifted it flat against my stomach so he could get at my balls.I groaned and balanced myself by placing a hand on the wall behind me as he savored each of my balls, taking his time, pulling them down and away from my body—dampening and warming them. Licking the coarse hair there until it became plastered to my skin. Growling as he released each one to take the other back in his mouth—using his rough hands to squeeze them.He pressed his hand to the swelling beneath his own jeans, rubbing—massaging, grunting with arousal. Garrett loved sucking on a guy’s balls almost as much as he Escort Haramidere loved sucking cock. I loved the sounds he made. Crude, guttural—fucking savage.I gripped his throat, hauled him to his feet, and spat in his face.Dirtier. So much dirtier.I turned him to face the corner of the stall, shoved him toward it, reached around, and undid his pants. I yanked them down, right to the ground, and stared down at what I’d revealed.The thick, dark hair on his ass always caused my cock to throb.When I was fucking that ass, there was no doubt I was fucking a guy. The hair, the powerful ass muscles—the low grunts and growls that erupted from Garrett… It was a high like no other.His ass was perfect.I slapped it, startling him.”Whoa, buddy.” I grinned. “You’re a bit skittish today.””Hardly.” Garrett spread his legs as wide as he could, given that his pants were still around his ankles. “Just fuck me already, would you.””Maybe.” I grabbed ahold of his ass with both hands, crushing the flesh within my grasp. Damn it was hot. I could keep fucking his ass all day if he let me.I released him and wrapped my hand around the aching girth of my own cock, stroking it slow—steady. The temptation to drive it straight into his ass was overwhelming. I took a deep breath and delicately stroked my forefingers along the sensitive creases between Garrett’s balls and inner thighs. An area of his body that always made him squirm.”Damn, Dirk …” He tucked his ass up and away, then released it back to me. Fresh, glossy pre-cum pooled in the slit of my cock. I rubbed my thumb over it and brought the clear, slick liquid to my mouth. I closed my eyes, reveling in the taste.I’d be given more, from Garrett’s cock, when we fucked next. When I’d descend upon him and take his cock into my mouth—take his cock into my ass.”Do you have condoms in your wallet?” I asked Garrett. Stupid question, but I did not intend on retrieving one from my own wallet, which was located in the back pocket of my jeans. Jeans that had worked their way down onto my boots. “Bend over and get them, would you.”Garrett made a noise best described as a combination of arousal, amusement, and irritation. Not sure how he managed it, but it made my balls tighten. I placed my hands on his hips to keep him from toppling over as he dug in his wallet.”Here.” He passed the purple, square wrapper up to me, but kept himself bent over, stabilizing himself by placing both of his hands on the walls of the corner in front of him.We typically didn’t bother with condoms when it was just the two of us. But Garrett had slipped up, got drunk …fucked someone bareback. Girl or guy …he wouldn’t tell me.I wouldn’t say it had upset me …not really. I didn’t own him, but his going out drinking on his own wasn’t like him. And getting so drunk, he’d become reckless… It had stunned me.I cleared the worry from my mind, and knowing Garrett was secure against the wall, I removed one hand from his hip, wet my thumb, and ran it down the crease of his ass. I used my thumb to stroke the anxious, pulsing hole I desperately wanted to fill.Circling it—rewetting it.Causing us both to heave through every breath.He didn’t plead for me to start fucking him. I know he wanted to, but he didn’t. Garrett could become noisy if he allowed himself to start begging for cock, and we needed to stay quiet. There was no telling when my dad or one of the farmhands might wander into the barn and catch us. It had only happened once, years ago, but the fallout had been epic.Mason turned in the stall to get at his water, nearly knocking me off my feet. “Mason, watch it.” I gave him a nudge to regain our piece of ground at the back of the stall. It wasn’t an ideal location, but even so, the stalls and tack room in the horse barn were favorites of ours. An element of danger increased our arousal for one another.Not that we needed any additional encouragement…I bit my bottom lip and exhaled in wonder. Contracting and expanding, opening for me, Garrett’s sweet hole was begging for attention. I spat at it and massaged the wetness into the eager ring, and used both hands to spread his cheeks wide enough to see everything.My cock pulsed, dripping pre-cum onto the sawdust beneath our feet. His hole was beautiful and pink, flushed with anticipation. I pressed my thumb against it and slipped inside.Only to the first İkitelli escort knuckle.Just enough to—The muscles of his hole tightened around my thumb. So damn hot. My heart was racing. I couldn’t wait any longer. I wanted him—I wanted him now.…right fucking now—I ripped the condom wrapper open and let it drop to the ground. I’d find it later. My cheek twitched in irritation as I donned the irritating latex, my impulse to ride Garrett bareback at serious odds with the skin-tight bondage being inflicted upon my cock.The condom rolled into place, I rubbed the length of my cock between Garrett’s muscular thighs, jamming the impatient tip against his full, low-hanging balls—then back up again.Garrett’s breathing quickened and he shifted his hips then reset the placement of his hands. Laying my hand on the small of his back, I wrapped the other around my cock and put slow, steady pressure on his hole. Garrett exhaled, steadying his breath, and the tense ring relaxed.—somewhat.Garrett was always so damn tight—a familiar, soft grip cautious to encase my cock. It was a beautiful sight watching my cock be dragged into his ass, his body yearning to be filled.”Ready, buddy?” It was a courtesy. If Garrett weren’t ready, he would’ve placed one of his hands on the front of my thigh by now. After years of fucking each other, verbal communication wasn’t necessary. We knew what each other needed without whispering a word.”Mm-hm.” Garrett undulated his hips, tipping his ass up, and braced himself, his biceps tightening into gorgeous knots of muscle. He wanted a thrashing.I slammed my hips forward—once, spearing Garrett deep. He grunted but held his ground. I smirked as I gripped tighter to his hips and began battering him, time and again—thrusting and retreating—ruthless. My hips hitting his ass rapid, rhythmic,—thundering. My cock slipped in and out of his ass, each time brutal but smooth, his hole encasing me in velvety warmth.I stroked the clammy skin above his hips with my thumbs and slowed my assault so he could catch his breath. It also gave me an opportunity to listen for the sound of anyone approaching. Talking, the sound of boots …tractors—anything. It was silent other than the soft sounds of the barn owls up in the rafters, Mason’s mild irritation, and Garrett’s breathing.I ran my hand up the length of his spine, bent my knees, and came up at him from a different angle, nearly slamming him into the wall. A low, guttural growl followed by a hearty laugh filled the small space between us. I grinned as I drilled Garrett again, hard, from the same angle, and kept pounding him until he was intermittingly gasping and holding his breath.He lowered one hand from the wall and grabbed his own cock with it.I restrained myself, rocking and undulating my hips against his ass, still penetrating him deep, but gentler. More precise. I concentrated on his subtle body language as he stroked himself.His breathing turned into rapid, intense panting, his hand moving faster—urgent.He was about to cum.I wrapped my arms around his chest, supporting him as he adjusted his free hand to be further up the wall until he was nearly standing. He whispered my name as I jammed my cock high into his ass, and held it in place, unmoving—steady …the position that would carry him over.The first drops of Garrett’s cum spat up into the air, splattering the back wall. I gripped his shoulder and adjusted the angle of his stance so I could run past his gland again.Deep in his chest, a guttural groan had me wishing I could climb inside him to feel how it would feel to have that sound surrounding me.—the next wave erupted.Garrett’s shoulder blades hit my chest, his head tucked against my cheek as he shuddered through the final roller coaster. My cock had long since slid from his ass. I didn’t care. Witnessing Garrett cum with such ferocity always outstripped any needs of my own.Momentarily.Panting and laughing, Garrett slipped away from me, turned to face me, and rolled the condom off my cock. After wiping his hands on his thighs, he sunk to his knees at my feet.I didn’t last as long as I’d hoped. Edging with Garrett was typically out of the question. The guy was too anxious to have cum coating his tongue and dripping from his lips. His undeniable talent for teasing cum from my balls in intense, escalating steps made it impossible to hold Çapa escort bayan out.I nearly bit my tongue, as the rolling crest Garrett had been working me toward broke free, violently — convulsively. I shot the entirety of my warm load down his throat.”Fuck …” I placed my hand on top of his head, steadying myself—light-headed as hell, my heart hammering in my chest, my cock still pulsing.I managed to help him up, and without missing a step, as if nothing had happened, he yanked his pants up and used his shirt to wipe the spit and cum from his face.”Okay. Stalls then lunch. I’m starving.” Garrett shoved me in the shoulder and made his way around to the other side of Mason, and slid open the stall door. “I’ll take him out to the paddock with his buddies so you can finish mucking out in here. You’ve got the entire barn to finish.””What time are you boys leaving in the morning?” My mom sat in the chair across from me at a teal, metal-rimmed Formica kitchen table that had been in our family’s farmhouse since long before I was born. It was chipped and stained from decades of use and happy memories.”Early.” Garrett mopped up the last of the mushroom gravy on his plate with his fifth biscuit. “Probably around four.”My mom nodded her head at Garrett as affectionately as if I’d spoken. Garrett spent as much time in and around the farm as I did. Had done so since we first met in high school. My mom had been immediately drawn to him. Taken him under her wing when she found out he came from a dysfunctional alcoholic home. She’d fed him to bursting at least three nights each week.Now Garrett lived on the property, sharing a workers’ cottage with two other guys. My mom considered him family, which made us even more thankful that my dad had kept what he’d seen Garrett and I doing to each other to himself. As far as he was concerned, he’d put a stop to it.If Garrett hadn’t been one of the best beef cattle farmers my dad had ever worked with, he would’ve been out of a job. Me—my dad had kept an invasive eye on me as I’d gone about my day breeding and training stock horses for our ten thousand acre farm, plus quite a few others in our home state. A side business of mine that was thriving.I looked over at Garrett. He had gravy running down his chin. It made me smile. I almost leaned over to remove the greasy mess with my thumb, and suck it from my skin.It would take a lot more than my dad’s disapproval to make us stop. We were a couple of wranglers in the middle of cattle country who did not intend to fall in line with what that meant in his mind. Or what that meant in anyone else’s mind in the heartland township we lived in.”I still need to pack.” I caught Garrett’s eye and pointed to his chin. Instead of using one of the cloth napkins my mother insisted on having at each place setting during meals, Garrett scrubbed the heel of his hand across his chin, only managing to smear the gravy.I would’ve loved his permission to clean away what he’d left on his chin with my tongue once we were out of sight, but that would’ve placed my mouth too close to his.And that would’ve been out of the question.No kissing. That was the unspoken rule.Fucking was fucking.Kissing meant something else entirely.The screen door leading into the kitchen screeched and slammed, and a shadow fell across the table. I turned in my chair. It was my dad. He’d missed lunch, which was unusual, and you could tell by the look on his face, he wasn’t pleased.”I need you boys to mend a piece of fence along the southern perimeter of the range. About two miles out near the dense grove of pine.” He scrubbed a slow hand across his face. “I spent the last hour and a half rounding up four of our heifers.”Garrett stood, knocking his chair backward in his haste. “Why didn’t you call me?”My dad dismissed him, waving his hand in the air. “No time. I didn’t see you around, so Dan and I took a couple of the horses out ourselves.”I looked over at Garrett. He was scowling. He took his job around the farm seriously. He’d spent four years in college earning his bachelor’s degree in animal science. I had as well, but I was using mine for my own side venture with the horses.I could see he was beating himself up for not being available. My dad would’ve been looking for him right around the time he had my cock in his mouth.”We’ll head right out.” I grabbed my tattered, cowboy hat from the sideboard and was out the door before my dad added to the list of chores we had to finish before dark. We still had to sort through what was in the RV end of the horse trailer. We’d hauled the bedding and towels out to be washed last time we’d used it, but more than likely, we’d forgotten to empty the fridge.

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