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.

  Garrett jogged up alongside me. "Dirk, we've got to stop doing that …fucking around when we're supposed to be working."

  I stopped and stared at him. "Fixing that fence shouldn't take long." I walked into the storage building near the cowshed and passed Garrett a spool of barbed wire and a few tools. "Then what work are we supposed to be doing? Because I can't think of anything …"

  He peered over at me, his brow furrowing as he tossed everything into the cargo box of the Gator utility vehicle. It really wouldn't take long. I'd been out that way two days ago. Three of the posts had been loose. Holding but loose. It had been sheer luck that the heifers had found the weakness in the fence before I'd got around to fixing it.

  Garrett smirked. "Fine …I've always wanted to see you bent over the hood of this thing anyway," he patted the XUV, "…your ass splayed wide open in the daylight in the fields."

  I grunted in amusement and slid into the driver's seat. I knew Garrett couldn't resist an opportunity to fuck me somewhere new. Responsibilities or not, we always found the time, and Garrett sounded legitimately enthusiastic despite his reservations.

  My cock twitched, swelling at the thought of Garrett exposing my ass—fucking it where anyone might see us. It was risky, but there was no turning back. Not following through would be excruciating for both of us. Once we set our sights on something—or someone. That was it.

  Garrett slipped into the passenger seat beside me and gripped tight to the grab-handle. I had a reputation for taking chances and driving too fast. Today would be no exception. Today I had a damn good incentive for driving like a maniac.

  I exhaled in surprise, sucking in a quick breath, and hazarded a glance at Garrett. He'd placed his hand on my lap, rubbing my cock sedately through my jeans with his palm.

  He'd never done that before, foreplay well in advance of any actual fucking, and it was incredibly subtle, uncharacteristically so. I decreased my speed and looked over at Garrett.

  He was staring straight ahead as if there were nothing unusual happening.

  I was about to say something, when he licked his lips, changed the position of his hand, and used his fingers to stroke the full length of my cock, pressing harder as it swelled and expanded.

  When Garrett undid the button of my jeans and unzipped my fly, I shot him a stunned glance and skidded to a stop a good two hundred feet from the fence. His sexual advances so unprecedented—that the rapid pounding of my heart was deafening.

  I placed the Gator in Park as Garrett reached inside my jeans, slipped his hand beneath the band of my underwear, and grasped my cock, freeing it. I clung to the grab-handle on my side of the XUV as he lowered his face into my lap and began sucking.

  This time, due to the empty expanse surrounding us, making as much noise as he wanted.

  "Mm …fuck." Garrett lifted his head and licked his lips, then circled the taut ridge of my cockhead with his tongue until I was bucking in my seat. He sat back, his breathing heavy, his cheeks flushed. "I'll never get tired of your cock …seriously."

  I laughed. "You'll never get tired of anyone's cock."

  Garrett studied me quietly then a smile spread across his face. "Yeah, you're probably right." I settled my head against the headrest, groaning. His hands were warm and rough, and he was bringing me close to the edge, but he wasn't intending on stroking me until I came.

  We had other plans …Garrett in specific. My ass clenched, and my hole contracted, pinching closed—then relaxing, ready to be exposed.

  Ready to be used.

  Garrett left the vehicle before me and felt the shamrock-green hood of the Gator, presumably to make sure it wasn't too hot. He circled back, rooted around in the cargo box, and retrieved a couple of old burlap grain sacks. One he rolled up and placed along the bulky bumper, the other he spread out on the hood. We were really doing this.

  I turned sideways in my seat, set my hat on the passenger seat, and removed my boots and socks before making my way over to where Garrett was leaning his ass on the hood, his jeans already undone. He tipped his hat forward on his head to shield his eyes from the sun. His warm, brown eyes watched me from beneath the brim, sparkling with arousal.

  He motioned for me to remove my shirt and jeans. I did. I was too wound up to object to pretty much anything. I fell to my knees in the thick grass, nude, and lifted Garrett's cock into my mouth with my tongue, separating it from where it had laid nestled atop his balls.

  I nearly groaned aloud. The taste—the texture. Semi-erect, the skin still loose… Folds and creases I could trace, taste …caress. I sighed, ecstatic. The sun felt good on my ass—the gentle breeze blowing past—dangerous, daring. I was at his mercy.

  Pumping, slicking up his shaft with my mouth. Tightening—hardening as I sucked—the thick vein riding the flat of my tongue. Working every gorgeous inch of him. I gripped his hips and surged forward, descending fully on his rock-hard cock, wanting to feel him filling my mouth.

  Filling my throat.

  —Filling me in any way possible.

  He laid a gentle hand on my head, tempering me. Still, the thick head of his cock pressed deliciously against the back of my throat. I inhaled the scent of his perspiration and arousal, relishing in it, and reached up under his shirt. I raked my fingers up through the dense hair on his chest and gripped one of his nipples, twisting it enough to make his stomach muscles tighten.

  Keeping my lips tight around Garrett's shaft, I sucked his cock until I reached the tip then teased the slit. I sipped at it and stuck my tongue inside hoping to gather any pre-cum I'd missed. I caressed the smooth, tight ripples of his abs with my hand as I returned it to his hip.

  I thrust his cock back into my mouth. He grabbed a handful of my hair and wrenched on it. His voice low—commanding. "Take it deeper." I took Garrett's cock in as far as I could—until my nose and lips were pressed tight against his body. Until I could no longer take a breath.

  It was glorious.

  I linked my arms together behind my back, pitching my body forward. I had no way of pushing away from Garrett without breaking my self-restraint. My face was buried against him.

  Helpless.

  Garrett placed his hands on either side of my head, supporting it, and withdrew his cock—for a moment. I only managed a quick, sucking breath before Garrett forced my head back.

  Thrusting upward, he jammed his cock deep into my throat and held my head so I couldn't escape. My lungs were screaming by the time he released me.

  He knew me so well.

  "Up." Garrett hauled me to my feet and pushed me toward the hood of the XUV. He gripped the back of my neck and shoved my face down onto the scratchy, musty smelling burlap. I had to struggle to adjust my stance to accommodate the large bumper at the front of the vehicle.

  Garrett grabbed ahold of my balls and hauled them down and toward him. He didn't release them or relent in the force he was using until he'd positioned my cock where he wanted it. I'm assuming draped down in front of the green, John Deere emblem.

  Garrett had a sense of humor.

  He tugged on my balls and cock, and continued pulling, stretching my flesh. I gritted my teeth, not wanting to cry out, but the extent of the pain Garrett was achieving was challenging my threshold. He released them and smacked my ass.

  Garrett obviously thought he wasn't challenging me enough. I heard the clink of his buckle and the distinct swish of a belt being removed from the loops of his jeans.

  I squeezed my eyes shut as the first lash came down on my ass. I instinctively moved one of my hands to reach back …or push myself off the vehicle—anything.

  "Whoa, whoa. None of that." Garrett's hand wrapped around one of my wrists and stretched my arm out, so my hand was touching the windshield. "Other one too."

  I hesitated, staring off across the green pastures. If I did as Garrett asked, pressed both hands to the windshield, my submission would be considered complete, meaning I agreed to whatever he'd dreamed up. Not that he would ever push me past what I could take or refuse to stop when I asked him to.

  I lifted my other hand to the windshield and shut my eyes.

  Crack—

  I flinched and clenched my teeth—waiting, waiting for the next—

  Crack—

  I grunted and gripped the smooth surface of the glass beneath my fingertips.

  Crack—

  I jumped.

  Crack—

  I pressed my forehead to the hood of the vehicle. Garrett wasn't going easy on me.

  Crack—

  My cock hardened against the metal grate that was digging into my stomach just below my ribcage, making it difficult to catch my breath.

  The subtle sound of Garrett dropping his belt to the grass at his feet calmed me. One of his fingers ran down my crease then both hands were on my ass, spreading my cheeks open.

  Then nothing. Garrett had stepped away.

  "Hold your ass open for me." Garrett's voice was a fair distance away, but I couldn't see where because he was directly behind me. I adjusted my body on the hood, placing more pressure on my chest, and swung my arms around behind me. I looked out across the open, empty fields, then closed my eyes and spread my ass open with both hands.

  I could hear Garrett making a sound I hadn't heard before. Gasping—quivering. Growling—groaning. Purring. I opened my eyes again and scanned the horizon.

  I thought I'd heard something.

  "Garrett …" I moved to lift my head, but Garrett set his hand on my back.

  "Shh …it's nothing." He set his hat down on the hood beside my face, blocking my view in that direction. I shut my eyes, calming myself, but desperate for him. His warm breath tickled my balls, and his hands replaced mine, holding my ass open.

  Garrett hummed as he circled my hole with his tongue, wetting it—reveling in my reaction—teasing my desperation for him until my legs were trembling.

  I moaned, heavy and desperate, tipping my ass up further, wanting more. His thumb entered my hole fully to the last knuckle, breaking my resolve to hold out as long as possible.

  "Fuck me," I whispered. "Please …I can't—"

  "Lightweight." Garrett patted my ass then stood. "Stay face down on the Gator."

  The wait was excruciating as Garrett fumbled with a condom behind me. I touched my hands to the hot areas of the metal hood to distract myself.

  The familiar touch of his cock between my legs eased my increasing anxiety over our lack of cover. His bare chest came to rest on my back, placing significant weight on me.

  A coil of something foreign tightened in my gut then unfurled, trembling as Garrett's tongue touched the back of my ear. I sighed and turned my head, wanting more of whatever experimentation he was embarking on. His teeth and hot breath skimmed across my earlobe—I shuddered. I reached back, placing my hand on the back of his head to keep him close.

  I gripped his hair, swearing under my breath as his cock slipped into me and lifted my hips away from the front of the vehicle. His lips traveled from my earlobe to the sensitive skin on my neck beneath it, licking and kissing, the feel of them softer than I'd ever imagined they might be.

  Garrett nipped and licked at the skin along my neck, straight through to my shoulder. I shivered despite the heat in the air. Combined with the slow, steady rocking of his hips, I was experiencing something with him I never had before.

  The beating of my heart felt as if it was faltering—escalating dangerously.

  —And it scared me.

  It was no surprise that neither one of us heard the truck engine shutting off beside us. We'd both been immersed in the exhilarating new connection we'd made with one another.

  It wasn't until a door slammed that we became aware of anyone entering our world. Neither one of us had easy access to our clothes. Especially me. I'd discarded mine on the ground at the driver's side of the Gator. The best I could do was step behind Garrett as he pulled his pants up.

  Tapper turned his back to us, then peered over his shoulder and cleared his throat. "Your dad sent me to check on you boys …see how you're getting on with that there fence."

  "Not well," Garrett said. "As you can see, we haven't started yet." He reached behind his body and grabbed my ass. "Dirk assures me the repair will be easy …much like he is."

  I shoved on the back of Garrett's shoulder with my hand. Granted, Tapper would stay quiet about what he'd seen, but Garrett was pushing it. Tapper wasn't some young, testosterone-filled cowboy looking to stick his cock into whatever willing, random hole was available to him.

  "Garrett …don't you dare," I whispered.

  I'd known Tapper since I was a teenager. He oversaw repairs and maintenance of the buildings mostly. All you had to do was listen for the tapping sound, and you'd find Tapper. He'd been working for my dad for fifteen-some-odd years, living in the farmhand's quarters down by the cowshed. No wife, no kids …just a cowboy earning an honest living.

  Garrett took a step toward Tapper. "When was the last time you wet that cock of yours?"

  "Goddammit, Garrett …stop." I crowded up behind him. He was my only cover. I set my chin on Garrett's shoulder. Tapper had turned to face us, his brow furrowed in what appeared to be honest consideration. Maybe Garrett was on to something …but persuading one of my dad's farmhands, one I saw every day, to fuck me, was …bold.

  Yes, bold—but not wrong.

  The game Garrett and I played held very few plays we considered wrong.

  I took a deep breath, walked back over to the XUV, and bent over the hood—and waited. Garrett's hand touched my ass, and my stomach jolted upward. I hadn't heard him approach, my heart thundering, drowning out much of the sound around me.

  I clung to the burlap sack as Garrett leaned against the Gator, brushed his palms down my ass, and stretched me open, displaying my hole.

  He brushed his thumb across it, causing it to pinch closed then fall open. I desperately wanted someone's cock in there. Garrett—Tapper… I didn't care. I bit my bottom lip, panting—squirming.

  Grinding my hips against the hood of the vehicle and moaning in desperation… I spread my legs wider, my ass aching for attention.

  "It's beautiful, isn't it?" Garrett stroked a wet finger around my opening. "So velvety smooth inside. So tight around your cock …"

  A hand rougher than Garrett's stroked the skin of my ass. My smooth skin and dusting of blond hair sometimes made enticing straight guys into crossing that line easier. What happened after they started fucking me was all them.

  The sound of a condom wrapper being torn open had me smirking.

  Garrett had been right about Tapper.

  I tucked my arms against my chest to absorb the initial thrust of Tapper's cock as his hand came down on the back of my neck and clutched it tight within his grasp.

  His raspy voice hissing in my ear startled me.

  "You better stay still, you little bitch."

  Tapper's palm crushed the side of my face against the rough, unforgiving, burlap sack as he impaled me, smashing my hips against the grill of the Gator.

  It seemed Tapper had a level of anger toward me I hadn't been aware of until now.

  I grunted, pain screaming up my spine, but I patted the hood of the vehicle to let Garrett know I was all right …that I didn't need him to wrestle Tapper off me.

  It had only happened once, a cowboy experience gone wrong. Garrett had ended up choking the guy out with a length of rein to rescue me from what might have resulted in some serious injuries. We'd developed a system after that to let each other know if we needed help.

  I breathed easier, delirious, as euphoria swept through me at last, the steady rocking motion thrilling me, his cock thrusting and caressing, his panting in my ear.

  His perspiration dripping onto my shoulders.

  "Harder." I clenched my ass, challenging him, and changed my stance. "Harder!" A brief flash of sparks, an angry ache of pain in my gut. "Come on …harder!"

  Grunting, panting above me—his cock pumped, battering my insides.

  He shuddered above me, swearing, and ended the ride far sooner than I'd hoped. I set my forehead on the burlap sack as he slipped from my ass, only looking up when I heard the truck start up and take off. I laughed as I rolled over and righted myself.

  "I can't believe we just did that."

  "Tapper was an easy mark." Garrett stepped around to the driver's side of the vehicle and grabbed my clothes. "I've been watching him for a while now." He handed me my underwear and pants and dropped everything else at my feet. "We need to hurry and finish that fence."

  I rolled my eyes as I pulled everything on except my shirt. I'd be shedding that in no time anyway. I jumped into the passenger seat as Garrett started up the Gator.

  He didn't put it into gear. He just sat there, staring out through the windshield toward the heifer-trampled length of fence. He sighed, shook his head, and drove toward it.

  "No more fucking around until we get this done and pack the trailer." He turned to face me and smirked. "The sooner we get to those rodeo grounds, the sooner we can do whatever we want."

  I smiled and nodded. For some reason, my excitement about heading out on the road with Garrett felt different. It was making me uneasy. I hauled the toolbox out and set it on the grass. I glanced over at him slipping his gloves on and pulling the barbed wire from the downed poles, and my gut twisted, remembering the feel of his mouth on the back of my neck—his lips, his teeth—his tongue. I nearly sunk to my knees. It had felt so damn good—

  I dismissed the uncertainty circulating throughout my body, grabbed some wire cutters, and went to help him.

 

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