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  Garrett looked up at Blake, catching his eye as he wrapped his hand around Blake's cock, licking the tip with his tongue—tasting, sucking—popping it in and out of his mouth.

  Diving back onto it. Taking it to the back of his throat.

  Choking—gagging.

  I gripped the table-edge beside me.

  Garrett retreated, grinning, and pressed the flat of his tongue to Blake's seeping slit as he slid his fist up and down Blake's wet cock. Tip to base …gentle—then rough.

  Blake gripped tighter to the countertop with one hand, grunting, breathing heavy …staring down at Garrett. He dug his free hand into Garrett's hair, forcing his cock deep into Garrett's throat.

  The cowboy's inhibitions were toppling around him.

  I removed my shirt, stripped away my jeans, and approached them. I couldn't wait any longer. Blake barely gave me a glance, just a fleeting furrowing of his brow, his attention fixed on the rocking motion slipping his cock between Garrett's lips.

  I knelt behind Garrett and placed my hands on his broad shoulders. I brushed my fingers along his skin to his neck. Memories of what had happened between us in the restroom flooded in.

  What Garrett had evoked in me… his mouth on the back of my neck, hot and desperate. His lips—his tongue. His breath whispering to me.

  It had stirred something in me.

  I attempted to steady my breathing as the scent of him filled my senses. Virile—heady. The feel of his skin beneath my fingers—so close to me, his body tight against mine.

  I breathed across the back of Garrett's neck, wanting him all to myself, my rock-hard cock pressed against the small of his back, smearing his skin in pre-cum. I brushed my lips along the tiny bones of his neck and kissed the edge of his hairline.

  Garrett pushed back against me with his shoulders forcing some space between us and unfastened his jeans. Remembering my part in the theatrics unfolding, I pulled Garrett's jeans straight off his hips, exposing his hard, aroused cock for Blake's benefit—not mine. There was already no doubt in my mind that Garrett was all male—incredibly so.

  Blake looked down at both of us kneeling at his feet, ready and willing.

  Objection and reservation—to lust and surrender.

  I could see the shift in his eyes.

  He moved swiftly, hauling Garrett to his feet. His mouth closed over Garrett's before either one of us had time to object.

  —or before I had time to object at least.

  Garrett appeared to have had no such intention. His hands swept up into Blake's hair, deepening the kiss as I rose to my feet.

  Our lips had never touched, Garrett's and mine, and we had a strict rule about kissing others— We didn't. Yet, their mouths met time and again, battling—conquering.

  Their lips, their tongues—attacking, frantic.

  Blake's hands were on Garrett's face, down his back, gripping his ass, supporting Garrett as Garrett struggled out of the boots and jeans I'd left pooled at his ankles.

  I moved closer. The sounds of their arousal twisted in my gut and the need to possess Garrett overtook me, unleashing an unprecedented level of desire.

  I descended on him, tasting the back of his neck with my tongue—my lips. I took the soft lobe of his ear between my teeth and sucked it into my mouth, trembling, then released it, whispering his name, desperate for his attention.

  Garrett shivered, distracted from Blake's touch, and tipped his head to one side. I breathed in the scent of him once more, tucking my face tight against his hairline. The tip of my nose traced a line along the back of his ear. I ran my tongue along it.

  For a moment it was just us.

  When he whispered my name, my legs nearly crumpled beneath me.

  Now I understood why Garrett had stranded me in the restroom of the diner. Our emotions had run too high, become too intense.

  Much like they had just now.

  I needed to take a step back.

  Turning from them, I lowered the dining table away and shifted the booth cushions to form a sleeping platform. With Blake's tack strewn about the floor, we were going to need the space. I grabbed a blanket from the sofa and covered the area I'd created.

  Garrett crawled onto the cushions, and I stroked my hand along his body as he passed. He was stunning on all fours. His back smooth and tan from the sun, glistening with beads of perspiration, his thick, powerful legs covered in dense hair. And his ass …his ass was beautiful.

  Firm, round—irresistible, dark hair fanning out from his tight, willing hole.

  "Slide up to the end," I said to Blake, directing him to sit at the far end of the cushions by the window so Garrett could continue sucking his cock.

  Me—I wanted at Garrett's ass.

  Blake hesitated a moment, then secured his open jeans from falling to the floor, and shuffled his ass to where I'd suggested, still gripping tight to them. He adjusted his hat to keep it in place.

  A true cowboy to the core.

  Remaining on his knees, Garrett slid his arms under Blake's legs and gripped the flesh of his thighs with both hands, his elbows pressed into the bedding, and took Blake's cock back into his mouth. Blake closed his eyes, his lips parted slightly, his tongue darting in and out.

  Satisfied that Blake was occupied, I clapped my hands onto the gorgeous mounds of flesh before me, spread them open, and ran my tongue across Garrett's hole—slow. He groaned around Blake's cock, then released his hold on it and looked over his shoulder at me.

  He grinned then went back to enjoying Blake's cock. It turned me on. It really did, to see Garrett's mouth full of cock—or his ass stretched wide, a muscle-bound cowboy like Blake, hat still on, pounding his ass—making him groan and cry out.

  Garrett moaned and coughed around Blake's cock as I licked a path along the circle of ridges around his hole, holding it open with my thumbs to spread it wide. We'd fucked earlier in the day, more than once, so it was still soft—pliable.

  The tip of my tongue slipped inside easily. Garrett trembled, his feet flexing and releasing, his toes pressing into the cushions.

  On the verge of squirming—on the edge of…

  Garrett released Blake's cock and set his forehead on Blake's thigh to catch his breath. Panting—breathless, he nuzzled his face against Blake's balls as I reached through Garrett's legs, grasped his cock, and held it, so his cock and balls were in perfect alignment with his hole.

  Beautiful.

  I looked up at Blake. His expression—somewhere between fascination and disbelief. I kept eye contact with him as I once again dove into Garrett's hole with my tongue, prodding, licking

  Blake's only response was to curl his fingers deep into Garrett's hair as he watched me. I withdrew and rubbed Garrett's hole with my thumb, then pressed the full length into it. Garrett gripped tight to Blake's thighs as Blake dug both hands into Garrett's hair.

  Garrett's throaty groan caused both Blake and me to pause. We wanted the same thing. Our cocks buried deep inside Garrett's ass.

  Blake spat into his hand and wrapped it around his shaft. He kept Garrett's head pinned to him, Garrett's mouth nuzzling his balls as he stroked his cock—as he watched me.

  I drew Garrett's cock toward my mouth and flicked at the slit, savoring it, immersing myself in it. I sucked the full head into my mouth, then ran my tongue from the tip of his flushed, seeping cock, up along his firm shaft—and between his balls.

  I lingered there, taking each soft sac into my mouth—the taste, the weight, so beautifully recognizable. I felt the sexual impatience cresting in him before he spoke.

  "Dirk …," Garrett whispered and reached back for me. "Stop with the teasing already and fuck me." He tipped his ass up further, his back curving seductively.

  The view was stunning. The gape of Garrett's hole—the way his balls bounced as I jacked his cock. I wet two of my fingers and slipped them into his ass. Still so incredibly open, I stretched his hole and spat into it, pressed my thumb inside, and spat into it again.

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p; Time and again until his hole was leaking with my saliva. Until messy lines of white froth ran down between his balls.

  I tapped my finger on his wet hole. The sound hardened my cock further, pulsing—dripping onto my thighs. I reached for my cock.

  I needed to be inside him.

  I made eye contact with Blake. His eyes were hooded, his lips parted slightly. He licked them then swallowed hard. For a moment I thought he was going to speak.

  Instead, he moved off to one side, allowing Garrett to struggle up onto all fours. He brushed his hand down along Garrett's spine and off across his hip, then looked up at me.

  Fascination—and curiosity.

  And lustful yearning.

  Not relinquishing his gaze for more than a moment, I reached for a condom and the closest bottle of lube to slick up my cock. I rolled my shoulders, annoyed, the feel of the latex barrier irritating me more than it should have. It had been my idea, deciding to take a run at Blake.

  If I hadn't, and we'd driven straight through, I would've been riding Garrett bareback for the first time in months by morning.

  I gripped Garrett's flesh tight in my hands.

  Blake inhaled one short breath as I thrust my cock into Garrett's ass. He appeared to be holding that same breath when Garrett grunted and clenched the fabric of the blanket in both hands.

  I ran my thumbs down Garrett's crease and stopped on either side of my cock. I pulled him open wider and drove my cock into him—hard and fast. Withdrew—slow and steady, then pulled away—and out. His hole popped open, then closed—then open, eager to be filled.

  I released a long, lazy line of saliva down into it then drove my cock back in deep. I was surprised to see Blake's hands as he reached down and held Garrett's ass open for me.

  Our cowboy was fully on board now.

  A thousand scenarios played through my mind as I pounded Garrett's ass, each thrust intensified by Blake's firm grip keeping him spread wide. I peered over my shoulder at the floor.

  Tack.

  Blake's tack. Saddles, reins …spurs.

  I withdrew my cock and used my foot to nudge the smaller items around on the floor. The spurs were perfect. I picked one up and lay the cool, metal wheel on the sole of Garrett's foot.

  Garrett hissed, realizing what I was up to, then silently committed himself and calmed his breathing. The small, spiked wheel rolled easily up the center of Garrett's foot. I bit my bottom lip intrigued as his foot swiveled and twisted in my hand, then relaxed.

  He made no objection when I straightened out one of his legs, spur in hand, and proceeded up along his calf to the sensitive area behind his knee. I threw the spur onto the cushions and took a moment to lick and suck his skin there, reveling in Garrett's attempts to remain still.

  I licked a trail up the back of his thigh to his ass and bit and kissed his flesh—wanting to drive my cock into it once more, but Blake swung his legs off the edge of the platform and relinquished his boots and jeans to the floor. I could feel his breath on my shoulders as I straightened up and he moved to stand behind me.

  He handed me a set of reins, placed his hands on my hips, and drew me back a step or two away from Garrett. His thick, hard cock was slick with pre-cum as it touched my back.

  I ran the reins through my hand, evening out the ends, then tapped them to Garrett's ass. He lowered his upper body and set his legs wide enough to allow his cock and balls to hang free.

  I traced Garrett's spine with the cut leather ends of the reins then struck his ass with them. Not hard—but hard enough to make Garrett flinch. The next strapping came down harder. Then another—and another until his ass was pink enough to bring him a fair bit of discomfort in the ring tomorrow. He would want more though. He always did.

  I threw a saddle up onto the platform beside Garrett. We'd done this before in the tack room at home—many times. A western saddle atop a sawhorse. Stripped naked—blindfolded. Gagged. Hands tied behind his back. At my mercy.

  I slipped a condom onto the horn of the saddle and smacked Garrett's ass.

  "I want to see that horn up your ass."

  Garrett righted himself, gained his bearings, and positioned himself facing us, the saddle situated behind him as if he'd been seated on it moments before.

  He spread his ass cheeks wide and slid down smoothly onto the horn, only grunting under his breath when his ass came to rest at the base of it. He rocked his hips a few times to take advantage of the heavy pressure on his prostate.

  "Fuck …," Blake whispered.

  I pursed my lips in an attempt to refrain from laughing. Blake had finally spoken. Not sure if he was impressed by Garrett's display, or distressed about the long, drooling lines of lube running down from the horn onto the seat of his saddle.

  I ran my hand across Garrett's chest. "You know where to put your hands."

  Garrett twisted his body, reached back first with one hand to position it on the cantle, the furthest ridge of the seat, then placed the other near it. Doing so forced him to arch his back, his ribcage and hard cock protruding toward us. His thigh muscles clenched and released, and his stomach rose and fell dramatically as he maintained the position.

  I leaned over to retrieve the discarded spur. It jangled exquisitely as I picked it up. Garrett's gaze fell on me, but he simply closed his eyes. The trust between us was absolute.

  I started on the underside of his balls, rolling the sharp points gently on the delicate skin there, then moved his cock aside. Garrett sucked in a deep breath and held it as the tiny teeth crawled up his torso, causing his belly to jump, then crept up to the base of his ribcage, his sternum—and along the left side of his throat as he arched his head back to expose it.

  He laughed and sighed with exhilaration.

  I grinned at him. "You like that …"

  Garrett licked his lips then smiled. "You know I do."

  "What about this?" I touched the spur to his left nipple and pressed lightly. A small gasp escaped his lips, so I traveled across to his right one, pushing harder this time.

  Garrett's whispered, "Yes," rolled through me—my body aching for him.

  I passed the spur to Blake and helped Garrett straighten up, supporting him for a moment as his muscles relaxed from the pose they'd been holding.

  "Bend forward." I placed my hand on the saddle. "Off you come." Watching Garrett's ass release the horn of that saddle was beautiful. His hole had cinched closed around the thinner end and been forced to stretch wide to release the flared end.

  Blake dropped the spur onto the floor.

  I pushed the saddle aside and tipped Garrett over onto his back. His eyes widened, then softened, and he gripped my shoulders as I descended on him. The base of his throat, kissing, inhaling—tasting. His throat to his collarbone. His nipples, circling each with my tongue.

  I kissed the center of his chest.

  His heart thundered beneath my lips.

  Descending lower, his belly rose and fell, accentuating his panting breath. Each hip bone—kissing, sucking—setting my teeth to them.

  Lower …licking the trail of thick hair to the base of his cock.

  Garrett's hands swept into my hair, then through it. He cradled my face, demanding I look up. His eyes were glassy, questioning. His mouth opened to speak, but no words came out, then he caught sight of Blake over my shoulder, and the world came rushing back in around us.

  I nearly collapsed onto him, the disruption of the intimate connection happening between us—excruciating. I tried to regain his attention, but Garrett had moved on. He winked at Blake and reached forward, grabbing my ass. "I know you want some of this tight ass."

  Blake's strong, tough hands squeezed my ass, hard—painfully hard, pulling it open until my hole burned. He wouldn't be kind, which was fine by me.

  I needed my head cleared.

  A single wad of spit, a tentative probing thumb, and a slap on my ass preceded Blake's sheathed and lubed cock slamming into my hole. No mercy—no restraint.

  I
gasped and clutched at Garrett's shoulder until the bright, intense stars bursting behind my eyelids eased, then lowered my head, basking in the brutal simplicity of having someone fuck you.

  "Fuck …" I pushed my ass back, wanting to feel Blake's cock drill deep. I struggled away from Garrett's support, so my arms were holding me up. I rocked against Blake's cock, pummeling—punishing as I stared down at Garrett lying beneath me. He was chewing on his lip, his right hand sliding up and down his cock, panting—squirming.

  "Move …" Garrett struggled out from under me, rose to his knees, and turned around, so his shoulder and ass were parallel to and pressed against mine, side-by-side.

  He was encouraging Blake to do something we hadn't tried before. Blake caught on immediately. There was no need to be slipping in and out of different condoms to fuck us both. Blake's palm pressed into the small of my back, and he withdrew his cock.

  Garrett grunted beside me—then placed his hand near mine as he rocked forward with the force of Blake's cock entering his ass.

  I leaned against Garrett's shoulder, experiencing the jarring motion of Blake's cock being thrust up inside him. My cock tapped up against my stomach, tight and hot. Blake's cock would soon be back in my ass, slicking up my hole—having been in Garrett's moments before.

  It was all I could do not to cum.

  The trailer shifted, and Blake's rough, clammy hand grabbed my hip, then he slid his cock from Garrett's hole and plunged into mine. Brutal—merciless. I exhaled in short, jarring breaths as Blake's hips slammed against me, the platform creaking with the force.

  Sweat dripped off the tip of my nose as I sunk into the battering rhythm, becoming one with it. I nearly fell forward when Blake pulled his cock from my ass.

  I clung to the bedding and snorted out a laugh when Garrett swore at the top of his voice. He'd been catching his breath, forehead to the cushions, and hadn't been expecting the switch.

  Garrett turned his head, smirking at me. "Fuck off." His mouth was so close to mine, I briefly considered capturing it, tasting it—the way Blake had done.

  I shut my eyes as Blake's hand encased my cock, hauling down on it, stroking—persuading. Jerking then releasing. Garrett groaned beside me, shifting his ass higher.