I can't believe this is my life.
* * *
Having recoveredfrom the trauma of helping three sex deviants move in together, I head over to the stallion barn. I'll be honest, Colt’s solution for Sisko’s stall door didn't seem feasible at first. I mean, it's made of heavy-duty canvas, and he’d been kicking through heavy-duty locks. I was happy to let him give it a try, but I was not in any way, shape, or form convinced that it’d work.
Letting myself in, I am happy to see Sisko hanging out in his stall, the door still perfectly in place. Colt’s gargantuan mare, Beverly, pokes her head out as I pass her stall and steals my hat.
That's a new trick of hers, but she gives the hat back to me right away when I ask sweetly. Wesley, the breakaway colt, comes up next to her in the stall and nuzzles under her chin. He’s still pretty fucking adorable, and we haven't decided whether or not we’re going to keep him or adopt him out.
Trip has always been a tender heart, so I feel pretty good about my ability to convince him that we need to keep young Wesley.
Just as I'm considering exactly how to guilt my boss into keeping an expensive animal on the property, a very distinct, very recognizable moan hits my ears, quickly followed by low, gravelly words said in Spanish.
Chuckling to myself, I sneak my way to the back.
Damn.
They didn't even bother shutting the door to the tack room. I hang out like a voyeur, watching Joaquin slowly, carefully work his way into Colt. I rub my chest, realizing that just a few days ago, this would've driven me wild with jealousy. But seeing them like this makes me so happy. I love how tender Joaquin is with Colt. And I love how responsive Colt is to Joaquin's gentle ministrations.
Quietly, but not too quietly, I open the door.
“Getting started without me, I see,” I say, covering my laugh when Colt startles.
Joaquin laughs. “Dickhead. Come over here. Suck him off while I fuck this perfect ass.”
I take off my hat and set it on the hook. “Yessir.”
Colt’s eyes go wide as I kneel in front of him, and I adore how he's wrapped up in Joaquin's strong arms. I run my hands up and down his belly, loving the freckles and thick hair under my fingertips.
I sink down on this beautiful man, using my fist in tandem with my mouth to keep it shallow, finding a rhythm with Joaquin's thrusts.
He’s so damn responsive, and I know he's given himself up to the pleasure of it when he reaches behind himself, gripping Joaquin's head, arching into my mouth and hand. I swirl around his pretty cockhead, ignoring the uncomfortable situation in my own jeans.
“Just want to let y'all know that I left a pair of tennis shoes back at the bunkhouse, and I could hear you from the sidewalk,” Abel says from just beyond the door. “This is not a complaint.”
I pull off Colt, feeling guilty as fuck. “Shit, I didn't shut the door either.”
He’s so far gone that he shifts his cock back into my mouth, grunting, “Don’t give a fuck. Keep doing what you’re doing.”
“And can I say I appreciate that oversight?” Abel says, speaking through the crack in the door.
“Pinche madre.Quitate de aqui,” Joaquin grumbles out.
“Already leaving. Thanks for the show, fellas.”
Colts moans fill the space as his cum fills my mouth, and I swear I don't even care what Abel has seen at this point. Joaquin thrusts hard, spilling his orgasm into Colt’s ass quickly after. I pull back, wrestling with the button and zipper on my jeans.
Joaquin pulls out of Colt, pushing him toward the wall, spreading his ass so that I can see the cum dripping down his balls.
I nearly lose my balance trying to shove my jeans down past my thighs, and Joaquin’s hand shoots out, keeping me on my feet. He then scoops up some of his cum, slicking my cock with it.
Rolling my eyes with the near-orgasm that one little move causes, I slip into Colt’s sloppy, wet hole.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” I pant out, barely holding out against the electricity making its way through my every cell.
Colt, still recovering from coming so hard between Joaquin and me, can barely hold himself up against the wall. I grip his thighs. “I’ve got you, baby.”
“Fill me up, Wick.”
