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As soon as I saw that thing pushing against Joel’s hole, the second I heard Joel’s whisper of air being blown out from between his lips, I felt like the place was finished at long last.
Oh, the supplies weren’t all in and the shipment of equipment hadn’t arrived yet either, but our boy, spearing his own ass on the dildo…riding a toy bull, I knew the place was right.
Damon caressed his face watching him. “Rough mountin’, cowboy?”
“Ain’t nothin’, Sir. Lit’ler than y’all both in there!”
Damon winked at me and held Joel’s face. “Who knows? That might happen again soon! Tonight, tomorrow, we own that sweet ass of yours.”
“Yes, y’all do,” he whispered, and I watched him push down to sit right on the base, then, like the brat he could be, he wiggled on before turning his head to give me a wink too.
“Brattin’ me, boy?”
“No, Sir. Just teasin’s all.”
I nodded to Damon. “Let’s watch this boy of ours have a prize-winning ride on this bull. Get the crop on him.”
“My fucking pleasure.”
I went around front and stood with my arms crossed over my chest, much like the Burke in the mural, watching my boy riding, slamming himself down on that dildo while Damon slapped the crop across his ass, which wasn’t easy, because he couldn’t exactly aim. Joel was moving too fast, so Damon started on Joel’s back, and some of the cracks went perfectly with Joel’s eyes widening, then rolling back in his head. He was getting off on it, no matter the grumbling he did about getting on the thing.
It rocked with his movements on their own, but of course, Damon couldn’t let go of that much control, so he threw the crop down and got behind the bull and started rocking it crazy fast, and finally, despite Joel having a dildo crammed up his ass, he started laughing, and Damon did, then I started and Joel fell right off the thing, the dildo slipping out of his well lubed ass to stick straight up on the back of the spring bull.
We couldn’t stop for the longest time, until I got such a stitch in my side I had to beg for the laughter to stop. Joel, naked, rolling on the floor, it was beautiful. The three of us, laughing together, after all the tension and worry, it was much needed.
When we stopped laughing, though, we did fuck him on stage. On all fours, he was, me in his mouth, Damon in his ass, and we went to town on our boy until we were all satisfied.
He slept in his cage again, and I told Damon what he’d said, making him laugh. “You are a bed hog,” he accused.
I stared. Damon was all over the bed all the time. When we first got together and started sharing our apartment, we’d had a queen size bed. I got the king to be able to have any room at all.
“Damon…”
“Fine,” he sighed. “I like to spread out. It’s my?”
“One flaw, I know.”
The following day, we had a big surprise. A semitruck pulled into the yard, and we heard it all the way from the guesthouse, the shoosh of the airbrakes as it stopped. Joel came out of the house, forgetting his hat, which he never did. “What the hell?”
“I don’t know, babe. Stay back here, okay?”
“Why?”
I didn’t want to say it, but I had to. “What if it’s something to do with your dad or something?”
“My daddy in a big ol’ truck like ‘at? Shoot, not a chance in hell.”
Damon held his arm regardless. “Let Burke check it out and stay back here with me for now.”
“Fine,” he complained. “I guess.”
I went to meet the driver, a big man with a cowboy hat on his head. I eyed him hard as I approached him. “May I help you?”
“You Street or Monteleone?”
“Monteleone. Burke.”
“Got yer stuff,” he said as he held out his hand for me to shake. “Someone followin’ me up that hill. That was no fun, driving in this thin’. Good thin’ I’m good at drivin’.”
