Here’s the thing—I knew that three grown-ass men sleeping together in the same bed, every night, night after night, would not work. I tend to get hot, and so does Wick, and sometimes you just need your space. On top of that, we never had any storage to begin with.
The built-in beds make me smile because they solve a few problems at once. They each consist of an upper bunk with a double bed and a closet area below, along with room for a comfy chair or, in Wick’s case, a bean bag.
I made fun of him for getting it, and then he spent an afternoon convincing me of its finer points.
By the way, the guys initially vetoed my dorm room idea, with Joaquin complaining about a man of his age sleeping on a bunk bed, but I convinced them.
With my ass.
You may have noticed a theme.
Anyway, Joaquin had never had a full-sized man sit on his face before, and let’s just say that he came so hard, his cum hit me in the eye. I had to have Doc look at it and everything.
Once we started living in the new rooms, it made all the sense in the world. Aside from solving the storage problem, the fact that it gives us both space and togetherness is really something special. And they can deny this all they want to, but when you get three grown men, each with their own top bunk, it feels like we’re at camp, in some sort of magical space. We open up like little kids, chatting and teasing each other for hours on end.
I'd say we evenly split our time between the big bed and bunk beds. Though the big bed is mostly for fucking—and we get a lot of fucking done—sometimes we all just want to sleep together. Just last week, one of the older mares finally passed after a long life, and Wick, who’d known her for as long as he’s been here, was incredibly sad. Joaquin and I took Wick to bed with us and surrounded him with all the love we could give.
We’re also pretty adamant about each of us having our own relationship with the other, so there are days when it's just Joaquin and me in the big room, or Wick and me in the big room, or just Joaquin and Wick. We laughingly call it maintenance time, and those intimate moments are some of my favorites.
The other thing we agreed on is that, since we’re all some flavor of multi-sexual, we all occasionally enjoy time with someone more femme-presenting. Our only rule is that if we’re playing, we all play together.
Wick and Joaquin's friend, LuLu, has been amazing, and she’s now my friend too. I’m super grateful that her dad is okay, but I am also a teensy tiny bit thankful for the timing of his medical emergency. LuLu says he’s tickled that his heart attack helped jump-start our love story. She calls us her harem, and we enjoy her company whenever one or more of us needs some variety.
Usually, by the end of it, she’s either riding my face while Joaquin and Wick DP me, or she’s blowing someone while the other two DP her. We also like to daisy chain…well, you get the point.
It's a tough life, but somebody's gotta live it.
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Joaquin
Watching Warwick pull his perfectly worn Wranglers up over his perfectly worn ass—that’s my fault, by the way, Dios mio—life does not get better than this.
I’d love to strip the clothes right back off him, maybe go another round, but we’ve got a party to attend.
Sam and Trip, having seen the benefits of a good renovation, followed suit and expanded on the big house. Of course, everything took longer than it should have, but in the end, was worth it.
I heard when they first got together they spent a lot of time in the tack room, which my guys and I eventually took over as one of our favorite places to fuck. However, between them adopting two kids, not to mention the ongoing construction, we ceded the tack room back to them.
A couple should have their own private space to reconnect, after all.
They’ve beenreconnectingso much that we have a special knock before we walk into the stallion barn. This is not a complaint—I love that passionate love is alive at this ranch. I didn't know her in life, but I suspect it’s exactly what Renée would've wanted.
I have to take a moment to brag on my son because he and Luke have been running a wildly successful horse-training facility. They’re working with Charlie Wills now that he’s rebuilt everything, but the details remain sketchy.
It’s all very mysterious because Charlie’s only in town for a weekend or two every month. Colt and I think that whatever’s happening is a bigger deal than Sebastián is letting on, but Warwick warns us it’s not a good idea to get nosy about that sort of thing.
Que bueno—I know when to mind my own business.
Anyway, Desi and Wyatt still live in Luke's old house, and it turns out that Wyatt’s software has several uses outside of horses. Based on Colt’s idea that the software they use for estrus cycles had multiple uses, Wyatt built an app that’s gone through the roof, and his portfolio now rivals Desi's. Colt also gets a percentage of the profits, and a lot of that goes to charity organizations that help people maintain their sobriety. Even though Desi and Wy can well afford to live in much more luxurious accommodations, they prefer their location and the closeness to the grandkids.
Aside from the completion of the construction on the main house, we’re also celebrating the fact that Charity and Doc, whose name is Lynn, got married. They’d been seeing each other on the sly this whole time, a fact that somehow escaped all of us.
A relationship that has escaped no one is between Jason Jennings and Sheriff Patrick. Everybody on the ranch has a running bet regarding those two. They maintain that they’re just friends, especially now that Patrick is officially the sheriff. Patrick told Wyatt there’s a huge conflict of interest for a convicted troublemaker and the county's top lawman to get together, but we all think it’s just a matter of time before they show up married or something.
I do have an ace up my sleeve—two weeks ago, I went into Jason and Justin's ranching supply store and overheard Jason say the wordDaddyin a passionate moan. I may have just been hearing things, but I’m pretty sure the answeringbaby boywas Patrick’s deep rumble. Make of that what you will.
Jason’s fencing business is also doing well, and he’s got Justin managing that operation while Jason manages the ranching supply store. More importantly, it’s my understanding that they both have maintained a level of stability beyond what anybody expected.
