Clint‘s touch was like fire, lighting all Tyler‘s nerve endings. Oh, it suited him all right. That was the problem. His heart was beating fast and he caught his breath. Lust and need overrode any philosophical concern of his own moral fiber or lack thereof. He wanted what these two sexy cowboys were offering, and he wanted it bad.
Yeah, he managed, his voice throaty. He jerked hard against Clint‘s legs as Clint‘s palm landed hard against his ass. Despite the denim that covered him, he could feel the powerful sting. Jonas held his wrists fast.
Clint struck him with a series of blows that made Tyler‘s cock harden into pure steel as it rubbed against Clint‘s legs. For a moment he had the terrible feeling he was going to come in his pants. He wriggled some, trying to take the direct pressure off his cock but it only made things worse.
He was distracted by Clint‘s words to Jonas. You‘re the one he took a swipe at. Care to even the score?
Thought you‘d never ask. Still holding Tyler‘s wrists in one hand, Jonas brought the other down hard on his ass, the palm cupped to add an extra wallop. This was followed by a series of lighter smacks that seemed to be coming from both men at once, covering both cheeks in rapid-fire succession.
Just when Tyler didn‘t think he could take another lick, Jonas sat back, and Clint began to rub Tyler‘s burning ass cheeks with a soothing, easy touch that calmed him some, though it did nothing to ease his raging erection.
When Clint finally let him up, Jonas let go of his wrists and Tyler rolled from Clint‘s lap to the dirt. Clint was watching him with that fiery gleam in his eyes that made Tyler want to get to his knees and wrap his arms around Clint‘s legs right then and there.
Clint stood and moved behind Tyler. Stand up, he ordered, his raspy voice rolling like sex over Tyler‘s senses. We ain‘t done with you, boy.
Tyler scrambled to his feet, confused and excited, not sure what to expect next. Clint grabbed his arms, locking them behind his back and Jonas, as if on cue, knelt in front of Tyler.
Looking up at Clint, Jonas reached for Tyler‘s crotch, covering the very evident bulge with one large hand. I declare, Clinton, he said with an evil grin. I sure would like to get a taste of that. Yes, indeed. He rubbed his palm over Tyler‘s bulge.
Clint pulled his arms back harder, forcing Tyler‘s back to arch, his groin thrust forward. That suit you, boy? You took your correction like a man. Would you like a reward? Jonas here is very skilled in that particular department. He‘ll make you forget all about that stingin‘ ass of yours.
Jonas reached for Tyler‘s belt buckle. Clint, Tyler pleaded, trying to twist away. We‘re outside. Someone could see.
Tyler‘s heart was going a mile a minute. Wayne had done this, or something like it, forcing Tyler to suck him off out behind the barns where anyone could have stumbled upon them. Though he couldn‘t deny the thrill of possible exposure, he‘d resented Wayne‘s refusal to listen to his concerns.
But this was different. He didn‘t know anyone on this ranch, and besides, his cock was so hard it probably wouldn‘t take more than a few strokes before he came. Beyond that, he was thrilled at what was happening to him—it touched the core of some of his deepest, darkest fantasies.
Nah, Clint said, unaware of his inner turmoil. Nobody ever comes back here behind my cabin. Anyway, we‘d hear em if they tried. Don‘t you worry, Ty. You‘re safe. I would never do somethin‘ to put you at risk.
He drew his tongue down the side of Tyler‘s neck, drawing an involuntary shudder from him. You earned this, boy. Just relax and enjoy it.
Jonas looked up at Tyler, smiling broadly. Tyler gulped and then nodded his consent. He wanted this too damn bad to protest any further. His cock was bent uncomfortably in his jeans, aching for release. He sighed with relief when Jonas unbuckled his belt and pulled opened the metal buttons on his fly. Hooking his large thumbs beneath the fabric at Tyler‘s hips, Jonas yanked both the jeans and Tyler‘s underwear, dragging them to his knees.
This here is mighty fine. He stared at Tyler‘s cock and balls with open appreciation that only made Tyler‘s cock harder, if such a thing were possible. Mighty fine, Jonas reiterated.
Clint held Tyler‘s arms fast behind him. He could feel Clint‘s erection pressing against the small of his back as Clint leaned forward, lightly biting Tyler‘s neck.
Jonas looked up at Clint, a question in his face. Clint spoke behind Tyler. Use your hands first. Stroke him, light and easy. Take your time. I‘ll let you know when you can taste the goods.
Yes, Sir, Jonas said, eyes bright. His use of the word sir, and the fact he was the one on his knees, reminded Tyler of the dynamic of their relationship. Though Clint said they were now just friends, the lines remained sharply drawn, with Clint clearly the one in control.
He stopped thinking altogether when Jonas‘ big hand closed over his cock, pulling up and drawing the skin taut before moving down again in a perfect friction. Tyler moaned and then gasped as Clint lightly bit and then licked his neck. You‘re mine, boy, Clint murmured.
Now? Jonas growled, his mouth hovering near Tyler‘s fisted cock. Now, Clint agreed.
Jonas‘ lips slid wetly over the head. Tyler let his head fall back against Clint. Jonas moved lower, taking the full length of Tyler‘s engorged cock into his mouth. Oooo, Tyler moaned, his legs going weak with pleasure as Jonas licked, kissed and sucked his cock. He cradled Tyler‘s balls in one hand, letting one finger trail along toward the sensitive pucker between his cheeks.
As Clint kissed his neck, Tyler twisted back, searching hungrily for Clint‘s mouth with his. Their lips met, tongues entwining while Jonas continued to suck and stroke Tyler‘s cock. Tyler gasped against Clint‘s mouth as Clint pulled back hard on his arms, reminding him he was restrained. Jonas gripped Tyler‘s shaft in his hand as he nuzzled against Tyler‘s crotch.
Tyler felt dizzy and hot. Sweat was trickling down his sides. That‘s it, baby, Clint murmured, as Tyler began to shake. He heard someone moaning and realized it was himself. His balls tightened against Jonas‘ relentless, sweet attack and he felt his orgasm rising, fast and hard.
Fuck, he breathed. I‘m gonna come.
Not yet. Clint emphasized his words by tightening his grip on Tyler‘s restrained arms. Hold out for me. Wait till I say. A part of Tyler thrilled to Clint‘s command, making it that much harder to control the impending climax.
He forced himself to ease off, willing his body to delay its pleasure a little longer, despite Jonas‘ continued and focused attention at his crotch.
When Clint reached beneath Tyler‘s sweat-soaked shirt, finding and twisting his nipple, the zing of sensation ricocheted directly to his cock. Tyler let out a cry that was part pain, part nearly unbearable pleasure.
Now, boy. Come for me. Do it. Clint‘s voice was a low, sensual growl in Tyler‘s ear.
And suddenly Tyler understood. This was it—that strange, elusive thing he had always longed for and never quite achieved at Wayne‘s cruel hands. On a deep, primal level that defied words or understanding, the sweet pain, the low seductive voice of his dominant lover and the rising tide of orgasm combined together to wrest from him his complete surrender. He let go, jerking against Jonas‘ hot, wet grip, giving in to the climax that overtook him, rising up from his groin and ripping through his body like a tornado.
Clint let go of his nipple and wrapped his strong arms around Tyler from behind, holding him close. Tyler sagged against him, leaning his head back into Clint‘s chest. His legs felt like rubber and his heart was pulsing in his ears.
When he could focus, Tyler saw that Jonas was smiling up at them. Tyler smiled back weakly. Wow, he managed to croak. That was something amazing.
It sure was, Jonas agreed with a grin. For a second there I thought you was gonna take off like a rocket and lift all three of us clean up into the sky. Whooo weee, you got you a live one there, Clint.
We got us a live one, all right, Clint agreed. But something tells me you had more than a little to
do with that, Jonas. Tyler, still held up in Clint‘s arms as he tried to recover from the most powerful orgasm he could ever remember, nodded his agreement. He held out his hand and Jonas took it, surprising him by planting a quick kiss on his palm.
Jonas, Clint added, still supporting Tyler with one arm as he reached down to rub his hand through Jonas‘ hair, you‘ve been my best friend for a long time. I‘m honored you can still be my boy from time to time. A tiny barb of jealousy poked into Tyler‘s gut, but he barely felt it, held so close in Clint‘s arms.
And Ty. Clint nuzzled his chin against the side of Tyler‘s neck. I didn‘t even realize I was lackin‘, but havin‘ you in my arms is like comin‘ home, if that makes any sense.
Still holding tightly to Jonas‘ big hand, Tyler twisted his head back and kissed the bottom of Clint‘s chin, a surge of affection rushing through him. He felt safe in Clint‘s arms, possessed in the best of ways. Something was moving through him, opening and easing that part of him inside that was always coiled tight. It took him a moment to identify the feeling.
He was happy.
~*~
Clint let Tyler go and stepped back. Tyler swayed a little but was otherwise reasonably steady on his feet. Jonas stood and bent down, pulling up Tyler‘s jeans and underwear with a laugh. The skeeters are comin‘ out in force, Ty. You don‘t want em bitin‘ areas best left covered.
No sir, Clint agreed, laughing. I think we need to move this party inside, don‘t y‘all agree? Neither Jonas nor Tyler offered any protest, though Tyler still seemed lost in a blissful, post-orgasmic fog.
Once in the cabin, the thought of stringing both his boys up, side by side and naked, had a definite appeal, but before he could act on this idea, Jonas said, Now it‘s your turn, Clint. Me and Tyler here will show you a right good time, won‘t we, Ty? You just set back and relax and leave it to us.
Clint glanced at Tyler to see his reaction. If he seemed hesitant or uncomfortable, Clint would step in and make it right for him, whatever that took. But Tyler only nodded, a slow, sexy smile edging its way along his lips. Maybe the combination of the beer and the orgasm had relaxed him enough to move forward, or maybe he was just getting more comfortable with the situation.
Yeah, Tyler said eagerly. I‘m the only one got any, uh, satisfaction. I want to return the favor.
Well, that‘s good, very good, Ty, Clint said with a smile. And don‘t you worry. We both intend to get our satisfaction, you can rest assured. We got all night. Jonas and I aren‘t quite so wet behind the ears, he teased. We know how to wait for what we want.
Hey, that‘s not fair— Tyler began, but Clint only laughed and pulled him into his arms.
I‘m just teasin‘ you, Ty. You were perfect out there. And if you‘re willin‘, we‘ll just keep right on goin‘. Would that suit you? He brushed Tyler‘s ear with his lips.
Yeah, Tyler said, relaxing against him. It would suit me fine.
The three of them shucked their boots and tossed off their clothing, leaving it in small heaps around the room. Clint couldn‘t help but smile as he watched Tyler‘s eyes move down toward Jonas‘ cock, which was in proportion to the rest of his body, huge even in its present state of semi-erection.
Jonas was also apparently following Tyler‘s gaze. A grin broke over his face as he reached for his cock. Like what you see, boy? Clint was at once amused and touched by the sweet flush that suffused Tyler‘s features as he looked away.
It was clear Jonas planned to run the show, which was fine by Clint for the time being. Jonas sometimes like to exert control, but they both knew that for him it was just a game, and a way to show his affection. In the order of things, Jonas would always be his boy.
But Tyler, he realized, was becoming more than just his boy—he was becoming his lover, and where did that leave them come morning?
Shaking away this thought, Clint allowed Jonas to direct him to the bed, where he lay on his back across the old hand-stitched quilt. On your belly, Jonas directed. We got to work out the kinks before we service you properly. Your job right now is to lie still and hush. Think you can handle that? Jonas asked teasingly.
I think I can manage it, boy, Clint drawled, adding emphasis to the last word to remind Jonas of his place, though he too was teasing. He rolled over, stretching his arms over his head with a contented sigh. He knew Jonas had a way of easing those strong fingers into the muscle, rubbing out the kinks, as he called them, until a body fairly melted.
You sit on this side, he heard Jonas say to Tyler, and I‘ll be over here. The two men settled on either side of Clint on the bed. He remained still, his eyes closed. I‘ll take his back, you take his ass and legs. Take your time and use your muscle. Clint likes it hard, don‘t ya‘, boy?
Clint growled his laugh. Watch your step, Jonas. You‘ll find yourself trussed and hogtied before you know it.
Promises, promises, Jonas replied. Now hush and take what‘s comin‘ to ya‘.
Clint sighed his appreciation as strong fingers dug into the muscle at his shoulders. He felt Tyler‘s hands too, moving lightly over his ass and down his thighs. Tyler‘s touch made his cock harden beneath him and he lifted his hips slightly to adjust himself.
Tyler strengthened his touch some, kneading the flesh of Clint‘s ass and thighs as Jonas continued the deep tissue massage on his shoulders and back. Clint gave himself over to the sensations as two sets of powerful hands rubbed and eased every stitch of tension from his body. He felt himself sliding down into a half-dream state but was too contented to do anything about it.
Then he felt himself being flipped over, limp as a ragdoll. He opened his eyes and groaned as Jonas leaned over his chest, flicking at his nipples with a warm tongue, while Tyler closed silky lips over his erect shaft.
He luxuriated in the sensations for a while, but as Tyler licked and sucked, the familiar, welcome rush of dominance reasserted itself in Clint‘s consciousness and he sat up, gently but firmly pushing both men away.
That was heaven, boys, and I thank you. But unless you want to knock me out for the night, we gotta change things up a bit. He gripped his erect cock and ran his tongue over his lips. I still expect your full attention, but for now I‘m runnin‘ the show.
Jonas grinned, used to Clint‘s taking over. Tyler was watching him with shining eyes and parted lips. Both men‘s cocks were as hard as his own. Clint felt the power of his position like a rush of pure adrenaline kicking up in his blood.
He focused on Tyler, looking deep into those very blue eyes. I want you Ty, I want you bad. I want to feel your mouth around my cock. I want you to take me so deep I can feel your throat swallowing my cock. Do you want that too, Ty? He stroked Tyler‘s cheek, still gazing deep into his eyes. Do you want to please me? Will you let me take you the way I want to? Will you let me take your breath away? Will you trust me to take you there and back again safely?
His eyes fixed on Clint, Tyler took a deep breath, swallowed hard and nodded his consent.
Clint slid off the bed and stood, energized with excitement. Ty, you lie flat on the bed, head hanging just off the edge here. He pointed to indicate what he meant. Jonas, you straddle Ty‘s hips and keep that cock of his hard, you hear?
From the look of things, that shouldn‘t be a problem, Jonas quipped, staring pointedly at Tyler‘s full erection.
The two men moved quickly to obey, Tyler stretching himself horizontally across the mattress, his head hanging just off the side as Clint had indicated. Jonas climbed over Tyler‘s hips, his erect cock brushing Ty‘s as he positioned himself.
Your job, Ty, Clint growled softly into Ty‘s ear as he knelt down beside him, is to worship my cock and balls with your mouth. I want you to stay focused on me. Open yourself to me, trust me. I‘m gonna give you my cock slowly at first, and I want you to stay relaxed. When I get goin‘, I‘ll go deeper. Would you like that, boy? To feel all of me? I may go so deep that it‘ll block your breathin‘ a bit, but I won‘t give you more than you can handle. If you feel
like it‘s too much, just raise your hand and I‘ll stop. I may be runnin‘ the show, but ultimately you call the shots. Okay?
Yeah, Tyler said in a throaty whisper.
Clint kissed Tyler, thrusting his tongue deep as a prelude for what was to come. Tyler responded eagerly, moaning against his mouth. When Clint let him go, he noticed the drop of pre-cum gleaming at the tip of Tyler‘s cock. Jonas had noticed it too. He licked his lips and grinned at Clint, raising his eyebrows in unspoken question.
Clint nodded toward Jonas. That‘s your job. Keep him hard while I use his mouth, but don‘t let him come.
Yes, Sir, Jonas said, the delighted anticipation fairly glowing on his face. He leaned down, licking the pre-cum from the tip of Tyler‘s cock.
Focus, boy, Clint reminded Tyler. Your job is to pleasure me and take what‘s given to you. Don‘t initiate anything. And you will not come, understand? Not unless or until I say so, no matter what Jonas is doin‘ to you.
Tyler nodded, gulping, and Clint smiled, well aware of that curious reaction guys like Tyler experienced when told they couldn‘t come—they immediately and desperately wanted to do just that. He understood too, that the sexual suffering this engendered was pure pleasure—pleasure he was glad to give.
He met Jonas‘ eye a moment and Jonas gave a small nod. Clint felt the acceptance and approval in his old friend‘s nod. He‘d meant what he‘d said earlier about being happy for Clint, and Clint felt the last bit of anxiety over hurting Jonas‘ feelings slip away. Clint stood again, leaning over Tyler to lightly kiss Jonas‘ lips.
The bed was just high enough for what he had planned. By bending his knees slightly, his cock was at the perfect angle to ease down into Tyler‘s open mouth. As he inserted the head, Tyler at once began to suckle and lick.
Jonas caught Tyler‘s shaft in one hand, the other loosely wrapped around his own formidable cock. Tyler moaned against Clint‘s cock. Focus, Clint reminded him. He teased Tyler‘s lips, allowing only the head of his cock to move past them. To his credit, Tyler did focus, licking and kissing whatever Clint offered him with eager abandon.
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