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Owen watched appreciatively. I hopped up next to Owen but Hank shook his head and gestured
for me to lie down on my back. When I was spread out naked on the bar he got up next to me and
knelt between my thighs. He took my throbbing cock in his mouth and let Owen's hot cum drip
all over me, rubbing it all the way down to my balls and asshole.
"Like I said, Johnny, turnabout is fair play." He grinned up at me from between my thighs,
Owen's cum glistening on his full lips. I thought I was going to shoot my load right then, but I
managed to hang on. Hank gestured to the mirror behind the bar and said, "I thought you might
like the view." Owen took the hint. As he moved the bottles away from the base of the mirror, the
muscles in his back rippled and his firm asscheeks flexed. In the mirror I saw Hank's sleek body
kneeling over mine, his head bobbing over my cock. I nearly came right then, but Hank sensed it
and pulled back. He toyed with me, lightly licking the underside of my shaft and running his
fingers gently over my balls and asshole. When Owen was done adjusting the bottles, he came
around to the customer side of the bar and stood next to my head.
"How you doing, Johnny?" he said.
Hank took that as his cue to begin working my cock more thoroughly, licking, sucking, and deep-
throating while increasing his ass-teasing as well.
My response to Owen came out as an unintelligible moan. He laughed and kissed me,
immediately working his way over my neck and chest as Hank kept sucking me and fondling my
ass. I turned again to the mirror to watch but had to look away. My whole body was so ripe to
come that I was tingling all over. And I didn't want it to end.
Hank worked my ass in earnest now. Owen's jizz was the perfect lubricant, and I was greedy for
more. I was so out of my mind that at that moment I thought I could take even Owen's fat cock in
my ass and love every inch of it. But that would have meant stopping what was happening, and
there was no way I was doing that. Hank slipped another finger into me as Owen worked his way
down my stomach with licks and kisses. Panting and moaning, I spread my legs wider as Owen's
head nudged into my crotch.
I didn't want to come yet, but I had to watch. I looked down at the tops of their heads moving on
me, their sweet asses in the air. Then I looked at the mirror and saw Owen's face framed below
Hank's, his big pink tongue headed for my balls. Hank was gulping a throatful of cock, his arm
flexing as he pumped his fingers in my ass. The sight burned itself into my brain and went
straight to my cock. Just as Owen's fat tongue lapped my nuts, I came like a fucking rocket. I
shuddered and bucked, riding Hank's fingers in my ass, both of their mouths all over me. Owen
kept licking my balls, but Hank moved his mouth off me so he could watch my cum load shoot up
over all of us and onto the bar. He grinned at me as I writhed and moaned.
When I was done, Owen surfaced, and both he and Hank
moved up the bar to lie down on either side of me. The three of us lay on our backs laughing as I
caught my breath.
"Welcome to Carson Hole, Johnny," Hank said.
"We hope you can stay awhile," Owen said.
"He has to stay," Hank said. "He still owes me a dare."
LONGHORNS
Victor J. Banis
They were roping cattle when he showed up. "Heard you was herding some longhorns," he said.
"Thought you could use an extra hand. Name's Buck."
Les looked him over. The stranger wore an old shirt, faded but clean, and those new pants
dungarees, the boys called them they said were more comfortable than old-fashioned woolies.
He wasn't more than eighteen, maybe nineteen, and small built but wiry, his skin leather colored.
His hair was a mass of curls, black as obsidian; his eyes, in the fading light, nearly as dark.
"You Indian?" Les asked.
"Half." He seemed unembarrassed by the fact. "Daddy was a trader, so's I heard. Mama was a
Nasoni."
"Don't know that tribe."
"Texas is a Nasoni word. Means friend. I'm a friendly sort." Buck grinned again and surveyed Les
up and down. Something about the way he looked at him made Les uncomfortable.
"You new around here? I don't recall seeing you."
"Just come up from Galveston."
Les looked past him to where the boys were working on the corral. "Best make that a little higher,
Red," he called. "Looks like we might get some weather."
When he turned his gaze back, the kid was looking down. Les looked too, and realized Buck was
staring right at the bulge of his crotch.
"What you got on your mind?" he said sharply.
"I was just thinking..." Buck seemed not to mind at all that he'd been caught staring. "...'Bout
some of the things them sailors taught me down in Galveston."
"Well, they ain't no sailors here," Les said, doubly annoyed because he'd been out on the prairie
weeks now, and his prick, on alert for any prospects, took note of the attention. "I reckon you can
stick around for a day or two, see how it goes. I guess you can ride," he added spitefully. "We
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