Chaps: Book 3 (Part 1) Cowboy lust, hot—dirty, and unstoppable
Chaps: Book 3 (Part 1) Cowboy lust, hot—dirty, and unstoppable
How far are these wranglers prepared to go to fulfill their rough stock lust?
Garrett rolled over onto his back and threw his arm over his eyes, breathing heavily. His skin was glistening with sweat, his hair damp—his cock lying spent atop his thigh. He sighed, set one hand on his stomach, and used his forearm to wipe the perspiration from the bridge of his nose.
I closed my eyes, exhausted. Garrett had been pummeling my ass, riding me bareback—breeding me gloriously raw for much of the afternoon in the stifling heat. The brand-new air conditioning unit in the RV was on the fritz and had chosen to withhold any significant cooling for the duration of Garrett's attempts to wear me out.
I twisted my wrists within the restraints Garrett had used to secure me face down on his bed, a pull-out couch next to the dining area. A trickle of sweat ran down from my hairline and across my lips. I licked it away along with the load of cum Garrett had smeared on my lips.
The RV had been excruciatingly stifling before we'd even started, but that hadn't stopped us. The steer-wrestling event had ended at half-past noon, and we'd barely made it back to the RV with our clothes intact.
The sight of Garrett wrestling steers to the ground during the bulldogging event had given me such an intense hard-on, I'd had to jump down from the guardrail to keep anyone from seeing how turned on my cock was by my buddy's display of strength and skill.
Watching Garrett leap off his horse, down onto those steer—had conjured images of him doing the same to me. Leaping on me, pinning me down,—fucking me into oblivion. Garrett could subdue me with minimal effort compared to the six-hundred-pound beasts he'd taken down today.
Typically, I would've been out there with Garrett, but my horse had come up lame, so Garrett had decided, rather than withdraw from the event, to chat up a few guys and find himself a new hazer. He'd been lucky to find one willing. Retired, mind you, but skilled. Garrett had achieved 3.5 seconds as his best score for the event. Not fast enough to win, but a respectable time.
Seeking relief from the stifling heat and dampness, I attempted to catch a proper breath by lifting my head and shifting my ass atop the pillow Garrett had placed beneath my hips. Lazy rivulets of warm cum escaped my battered hole, further coating my balls.
Garrett grunted, righted himself, and climbed back on top of me, slipping his semi-erect cock into my ass. There was no resistance, just his cock dipping in and out of my slick, gaping hole.
He adjusted his position, not satisfied, and grasped the slippery flesh of my ass and drove both thumbs in alongside his cock, filling the space somewhat. His hips slammed against my ass, his fingers digging into my skin, his thumbs stretching me wider.
More of the cum he'd filled me with oozed onto the pillow.
Determined to punish me further, Garrett pushed on my thighs until my knees were bent up beneath me. My hips ached as he thrust into me one final time.
He slipped his cock from my ass but left one of his thumbs in place, the fingers of his left hand playing along the edges of my hole. I grunted as he pressed a cupped hand partway into my ass. We'd never done much fisting, but my ass was prime for it after the beating it had taken.
I rocked forward, struggling to my knees, and allowed Garrett to explore deeper into my hole. I shut my eyes as he tested my pain-pleasure boundary. I knew he wouldn't go further without the proper amount of lube, but the depth he was currently at stirred my desire for more.
"Please …" I whispered as I squirmed to better position myself. Garrett hesitated behind me in silence, then rotated his hand inside me, causing me to clench my jaw, to avoid crying out.
His hand slipped away, and his sweaty chest came to rest on my back, knocking me off my knees, flat onto the bed again. He nuzzled the skin behind my ear. His lips, his teeth—his hot breath welcome despite the heat.
"Maybe later," he sighed against the back of my neck, and kissed it, then reached up and released my restraints.
As he withdrew, rolled off me, and stretched out on his back, I groaned with a combination of disappointment and exhilaration as a breeze of relative cool swept across my skin.
"Damn air conditioner." I rose to my feet and walked over to the useless piece of machinery meant to keep our confined space cool. "Not that I mind getting sweaty with you, but—"
I turned toward the bed, the rustling sound of sheets behind me alerting me to the fact Garrett was headed for the shower with no acknowledgment as to whether he'd heard me.
We'd been on the rodeo grounds since Friday morning, and Garrett had avoided most of my attempts to engage him in any conversation beyond, 'Fuck me harder.'
I grabbed the towel we'd tossed off to one side of Garrett's bed and attempted to clean myself off somewhat. My balls, my cock, the skin of my ass, my back, my stomach… nearly every inch of me was coated in cum, both his and mine. Combined with my own perspiration, I was a mess.
I slid the bathroom door open, releasing a cloud of steam.
"I'm going to open some windows," I said to Garrett through the glass of the shower stall. "Maybe we'll be able to catch some airflow."
"Sure. Whatever."
I threw the towel at the dirty laundry hamper in frustration. Garrett's lack of engagement in our usual jovial banter was pushing me beyond a state of mild irritation. "Once I've done that, I'm going to throw open the side door and step outside so the breeze can cool my balls."
I could hear Garrett snort in amusement. Then he was quiet again. I'd planned on joining him in the shower, but that was out of the question now.
"Fine," I whispered to myself, then slid the bathroom door closed with more force than I'd intended. It bounced, slamming against the frame, causing it to open again.
"Hey," Garrett shouted from the shower. "Watch the door."
"It's my goddamn door," I whispered to myself and pulled a shirt on over my head. "I'm going to grab a cold beer. I'll see you out front." I yanked my jeans on.
"Aren't you going to have a shower—?"
Barefoot and shirtless, I slammed the exterior screen door behind me, mumbling, "Not when it's occupied by someone who can barely look at me when he's not fucking me."
I ran my hand through my sweat-dampened hair and cracked open the cold beer I'd grabbed from the fridge inside, and held it to my forehead.
Garrett's change in behavior …it had started when he'd bent me over that Gator in the fields of my family's ranch. Then the restroom stall, breathing hard down the back of my neck, kissing it, nibbling, and sucking at my ear. So incredibly intimate …so unlike him.
I sank into one of the lawn chairs beneath our shade canopy and set the beer on the ground. "Fuck." I bent forward, supporting myself on my knees, and put my face in my hands.
I honestly felt like I was losing him. The kiss he'd just laid on the back of my neck before letting me up from his bed had felt very much like a good-bye.
"Hey, Dirk …buddy!" A smiling face with a mop of curly, blond hair haphazardly jammed beneath a battered straw Stetson peered under the canopy. "I hoped I'd find you guys at home."
He looked around. "Where's Garrett?"
I lifted my beer from the ground and took a swig. "In the shower. We spent all afternoon fucking in my brand-new glorified sweatbox …" I cocked my head toward the RV.
Austin was fully aware of the extra-curricular relationship Garrett and I had. He'd joined us numerous times in the past. Austin wasn't our usual pursuit, he identified as unequivocally gay, but he was always the perfect amount of kinky to sway us.
"Pretty sweet rig," Austin said. "Your air broke already?"
I smirked. "Probably overstressed the thing. Couldn't exactly open the windows with Garrett being as loud as he usually is."
"True, true." Austin set his hands on his hips. "I could look at it. As you well know, I'm talented with my hands …including working with machinery."
A voice behind me, "Hey, Austin."
I looked over my shoulder. Garrett had immerged wearing nothing but a towel. He was grinning, seemingly in a fantastic mood, unlike the sullen attitude I'd been putting up with.
My grip tightened around my beer. I was about to take off toward the stables to check on the horses when my eye caught a goddamn carbon copy of Austin striding across the camping area toward us, brushing at his dusty chaps to knock clumps of dirt free.
"Austin?" I blinked, not certain if I was seeing things. Garrett had fucked me into a state of mind-altering euphoria, but it had long since passed. "Austin …do you have a twin?"
I peered over my shoulder at Garrett. He had the same glimmer in his eye I'm sure I was sporting—along with a rapid onset hard-on.
"You never thought to mention this?" I asked Austin as I turned back to face him.
Austin simply laughed and ushered his twin beneath the shade canopy to join us. "Guys, this is my brother, Nash. Nash, these are the two I was telling you about, Dirk and Garrett."
Nash nodded his acknowledgment, tipping his hat, then looked off into the distance. He might look precisely like Austin, but his twin's gregarious personality seemed to have bypassed him.
"Beer," Garrett asked from behind me. Upon a positive response from Austin and Nash, Garrett must've dropped his towel before stepping back into the RV because Austin let out a low, appreciative whistle. Whereas Nash looked as if he were about to pass out.
There was no way Garrett's long, thick cock would've remained soft with the prospect of fucking around with twins.
Austin smirked and looked over at me. "Okay, Dirk, here's the deal. My brother here …he's straight, but he's looking to experiment."
A low, rumbling growl escaped Garrett's lips as he re-immerged from the RV behind me.
I rubbed my cock through my jeans. It wanted out—now. No foreplay required.
When it came to Austin, experimenting could mean different things. Usually, grossly obscene things, so I wasn't sure what including his twin brother would entail.
"Where do you want to do this?" I asked Austin. "The RV would be too cramped for all of us. Plus, too hot." I wrinkled my brow. "I'm assuming—praying you're sticking around for this."
"Yeah …but I have boundaries," Austin replied as he placed his arm around his brother. "I also have somewhere in mind." He cocked his chin toward an abandoned horse trailer parked at the far end of the rodeo grounds, backed against some old hedge beside the outdoor arena.
It also sat squarely alongside a grassy area where the organizers had set up a tented beer garden. We'd be wedged between two public spaces.
"Twisted, as usual, Austin," Garrett said as he walked toward the twins and handed them their beers. He nudged Nash—and stroked his ass as he passed back around him. "Nothing you need to be worried about. Your brother is a freak, but I promise to take care of you."
I leaned back in my chair and pressed my bare foot against Garrett's bare ankle. "You sure you can muster up enough energy to do this today?"
Garrett grunted and stepped away from me, out of my reach.
Too much. Too familiar.
Too affectionate.
I had no idea where the line was anymore.
"I'm fine." Garrett walked back over to where Nash was standing and put his arm around Nash's shoulders. "Just not planning on doing any topping is all." He clenched his jaw as he stared at me and adjusted his hat to shade his eyes. "What about you? Had enough yet?"
I crossed my arms, apprehension creeping into my gut. Garrett had never suggested I sit out before. That he head out on his own. "What exactly are you suggesting? That I need a nap?"
Garrett shrugged.
"And here I thought you knew me." I rose out of my chair. "Let me shower first."
"Excellent." Austin clapped his hands together, oblivious to the tension between Garrett and me. He slung a small backpack onto his shoulder. In true Austin style, he'd come prepared. There'd be no need for us to bring any condoms and lube of our own.
CHAPS; Rodeo Boys #3 Copyright © 2018 by Gavin E. Black