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“Cannonball!”
The warning came just as Beck jumped on the thick rope, his momentum carrying him out over the water. He let go at just the right time so that when he hit the water, he fell between me and Brody, soaking us both.
The second his head broke the surface, Brody grabbed him and dunked him under the water again. They took turns splashing and dunking each other as they wrestled in the crystal-clear water. I used the time to check on the horses tied to a nearby tree.
I’d decided to take the trail leading to the small, natural pool this morning when I’d realized how hot it would get this afternoon. It would surely be a popular spot for the resort’s guests not only because of the privacy, but because of the small waterfall that filled the pool with mountain runoff.
Beck and Brody hadn’t hesitated to strip down to their underwear when I’d told them we had time to go for a swim and I’d watched as they’d raced each other to the water and jumped in without any kind of hesitation. I hadn’t intended to join them at first, but when they’d both gotten out of the water and each grabbed one of my arms, threatening to force me in the water fully clothed, I’d relented and started stripping. The atmosphere had turned heated as both men had returned to the water and watched me get undressed, but a well-placed leap into the water that had left them both sputtering had broken up the tension.
I watched Brody and Beck wrestle for a few more minutes before they both cried “Uncle” at nearly the exact same time. As the humor drifted away, the familiar heated energy returned and I watched as Brody and Beck stared at each other, as if each was waiting for the other to make the next move. I found myself not caring who did what first…hell, I was seriously considering grabbing whoever was closest to me and getting things started myself.
“Can we check out the waterfall?” Beck finally asked. I nodded and followed him and Brody towards the small cascade of water on the far side of the small pool. Beck tested the waterfall with his hand first before taking the plunge and swimming to the other side. Brody and I followed and found ourselves in small cocoon of darkness and light. Beck’s eyes shifted back and forth between us as the wall of water closed off behind us. There was barely enough room for the three of us, but none of us seemed to notice. Beck had a hold of the wall of rocks behind him that offered natural outcroppings to hang on to. I glanced at Brody and saw the unfettered lust in his eyes…a mirror to my own desire that had spiked up the second I’d breached the waterfall.
I was the first to move. Beck didn’t hesitate to open to me as I reached him and slammed my mouth down on his. I took over holding onto the rocks as his arms came around me. I groaned when his legs wrapped around my waist and his hands fisted my hair. Somehow in the time since I’d first kissed him in that bathroom, he’d turned into an expert at kissing. He quickly took control of my mouth and then Brody was there, his firm lips taking over. I felt a hand close around my dick through my underwear, but it wasn’t enough so I grabbed Beck’s wrist, forcing him to release his hold on me. “Let’s go,” was all I said to both of them, and then I was dragging Beck behind me as I swam back through the waterfall.
Excitement flooded my nerve endings as we reached the shore and before Beck could even climb to his feet, I dragged him back to me and kissed him hard. He did what I’d hoped and wrapped himself around me once again, soft whimpers falling from his throat as he clung to me and I took ownership of his mouth. I didn’t even clear the water before I was lowering him to his back. With one sweep of my hand, I pushed his wet boxers down to reveal his dick. My own underwear cleared my ass thanks to Brody who was at my back. I settled my weight on Beck, our cocks sliding together as Brody’s solid form pressed against my back, his lips at my neck. I turned to kiss him even as I began humping against Beck, our dicks sliding together. I groaned at the feeling of Brody’s cock between my ass cheeks. His shaft slid back and forth over my hole and for the first time ever, I felt the need to be filled.
But there wasn’t even time to consider the newfound moment because I was already unbearably close to coming. I hadn’t even touched Beck’s dick, or even my own, with my hand – it was just our wet bodies sliding together and Brody’s hot shaft urging me on. I couldn’t even imagine the sight we must have made, the three of us grinding against each other desperately, our bodies half in, half out of the cool water. Beck’s arms were wrapped around my shoulders and Brody’s were braced alongside of my body. Pleas for relief kept falling from Beck’s mouth in between kisses and that only spurred me to grind against him harder, our slick dicks burning as we sought our release. I cried out in relief when my orgasm finally slammed into me and I felt Beck’s fingers digging into me when my hot cum hit his skin. He shouted my name as he bucked his hips against mine one final time and I felt his semen mix with mine between us. Brody’s cry of completion shattered the air around us before the proof of his release slickened my ass and burned over my hole.
My muscles felt like noodles as I collapsed all of my weight on Beck and I was dimly aware of Brody and him kissing over my shoulder. We lay there for long minutes in a tangle of limbs and broken breaths. Brody was the first to move and I instantly missed the feel of his heavy cock nestled in the crease of my ass and his muscled body pinning mine. I forced myself to climb off of Beck and I steeled myself for what I knew would come next – Beck’s panic. But to my surprise, Beck merely sat up, eyed the mess our mixed semen had made on his softening dick and belly and then he kissed me. He got up and returned to the water to wash off. He and Brody kissed languidly before both looking at me expectantly. I bit back my smile and got back in the water. I quickly rinsed the proof of what had just happened from my body and then we all got out of the water and laid on our backs on the rocks as we let the sun dry us.
* * *
“What did you compete in when you were in the rodeo?”
The question came from Beck which was a surprise since he’d been pretty quiet since we’d returned to the barn this afternoon. Of course, after the events at the small reservoir, none of us had been particularly chatty. I had no doubt we were each thinking about what the whole thing had meant. For my part, I was at a complete loss. I’d had no intention of pursuing a relationship with either man, yet I was doing things I knew would bring us together rather than keep us apart.
Like our little swim this afternoon.
And what had happened behind that waterfall.
I had no one but myself to blame for that.
And here I was having dinner with both men again, despite how things had ended after the last meal we’d shared.
“Roping mostly,” I said. “My parents owned a ranch in Nevada so I learned early on how to ride and work cattle.”
“And you said Griff rode bulls?” Brody said.
I nodded. “He was fearless and a big-time adrenaline junkie. He didn’t always know when it was time to quit.”
“What do you mean?” Brody asked.
“He would put proving himself above his safety sometimes. He once rode in the championship with a fractured hand because no one believed he could win. He did, of course, but he fucked his hand up so bad he needed surgery and spent six months in PT trying to regain normal use of it. The day after he finished PT, he was on a bull.”
Brody shook his head solemnly. “That must have been hard to watch.”
I nodded and swallowed hard, debating how much to say. I glanced at Beck and saw him watching me with a mix of pity and concern. “It was hard to accept that some things just meant more to Griff than us and our future together. Winning, for one,” I murmured.
“But you got married,” Beck said. “You were planning a family.”
“Yeah, it took a while to get Griff to agree to leave the rodeo circuit, but once that need to always be number one was gone, things got better. We bought a small piece of property in Wyoming and got jobs at a nearby cattle ranch so we could save up enough money to get our own place going. It took a few years, but we finally managed it. We were looking into options for adoption and surrogacy when he died.”
“What happened to him?” Beck asked softly.
“I was supposed to meet him at our favorite restaurant for our anniversary – we’d been together for five years. He didn’t show. I got a call from the cops that his body was found behind a bar he used to frequent. Witnesses said he’d gotten into an altercation with a couple of guys earlier in the evening…they’d been hassling a waitress and he’d stepped in. He was never one to hide his sexuality so when one of the guys called him a fag, he made some snide comment that he’d known would piss them off. The bartender broke up the fight and kicked the guys out but they caught up to Griff when he left.”
