CAM’S POV:
The Texas heat was fucking brutal.
We'd been driving for hours, the sun beating down on the truck like it had a personal vendetta against us. The AC was blasting but it barely made a dent in the oppressive humidity that seemed to seep through every crack in the windows. My ass was sore from sitting—still tender from Big D's massive cock two nights ago—and I was ready to get out and stretch.
Dame was driving, his hands gripping the wheel, his chestnut hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. He'd stripped down to just a tight white tank top that clung to his body, showing off those beautiful pec tits of his, and a pair of denim shorts. I was wearing basically the same thing—a black tank top and the tightest pair of light blue jean shorts I owned, the ones that made my bubble butt look absolutely obscene.
"How much longer?" I asked, adjusting myself in the seat.
"GPS says another two hours to Austin," Dame said. "But we should probably stop soon and—"
The truck made a weird grinding noise.
We both froze.
"What the fuck was that?" I said.
Dame's eyes went wide. "I don't know, but it doesn't sound good."
The truck made the noise again, louder this time, and then started shuddering. The engine light on the dashboard lit up like a fucking Christmas tree.
"Shit," Dame said, already pulling over to the side of the road. "Shit, shit, shit."
We rolled to a stop at the entrance of what looked like a massive horse ranch. There was a wooden sign that read "Reynolds Ranch" in big letters, and beyond it, I could see rolling fields and white fences stretching out for miles.
"Perfect," I muttered. "Middle of fucking nowhere."
Dame turned off the engine and we both sat there for a second, listening to the ticking sounds of the truck cooling down.
"Pop the hood," I said. "Let's see what's wrong."
We got out and I walked around to the front of the truck. The heat hit me like a wall—thick and humid and suffocating. I could already feel sweat starting to bead on my forehead. Dame pulled the lever and the hood popped open with a hiss of steam.
"Fuck," I said, waving the steam away. "That's not good."
I leaned over the engine, trying to see what the problem was. I didn't know shit about cars, but I figured I should at least look like I was trying. I bent over further, my ass sticking up in the air, and I could feel my tight shorts riding up and hugging every curve of my bubble butt.
Behind me, I heard Dame make a soft sound.
I glanced back over my shoulder and caught him staring at my ass, his eyes locked on the way my shorts clung to my cheeks. His face was flushed, and when he realized I'd caught him, he quickly looked away.
"See something you like, Tits?" I teased.
"Shut up," Dame muttered, but he was grinning.
"Come here," I said, turning back to the engine. "Help me with this."
I heard him walk up behind me, and then I felt it—the press of his bulge against my ass.
I gasped, the sound coming out softer and more surprised than I'd intended. Dame was right up against me, his crotch pressed firmly against my bubble butt, and I could feel the thick outline of his cock through his shorts.
Fuck.
I pushed back against him, slow and deliberate, grinding my ass against his bulge. I looked back over my shoulder and gave him a sly smile.
Dame's face went bright red. "Cam—"
"Yeah?" I said innocently, still grinding.
He opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, we heard a low, smooth voice from behind us.
"Howdy."
We both jumped and spun around.
And holy fuck.
Standing there, about ten feet away, was one of the most beautiful men I'd ever seen in my life.
He was tall—easily 6'2"—with a body that looked like it had been carved out of stone. Broad shoulders, thick arms, a chest that strained against the plaid shirt he was wearing. The shirt was unbuttoned at the top, showing off a deep V of tanned skin and the upper curves of massive pecs. His jeans were tight, hugging thick thighs and showing off a bulge that made my mouth water. He was wearing scuffed cowboy boots and a brown cowboy hat that sat low on his head, casting a shadow over his face.
But what I could see of his face was fucking perfect. Bright blue eyes that sparkled in the sunlight. A chiseled jaw covered in light stubble. Soft, full lips that were curved into an easy smile.
He looked like a fucking cowboy fantasy come to life.
"Y'all having some trouble?" he asked, his voice a slow Texas drawl that made my cock twitch.
"Uh," I said, suddenly unable to form words. "Yeah. Our truck broke down."
He walked closer, and I could see him better now. He looked about 25 or 26, with sun-kissed skin and laugh lines around his eyes. There was something almost puppyish about his energy—eager and excited and a little bit dumb.
"I'm Denver," he said, extending a hand. "I'm the ranch-hand here. Carson owns this ranch—he's a friend of my dad's."
I shook his hand, and his grip was firm and warm. "I'm Cam. This is my best friend, Dame."
Dame shook his hand too, and I noticed the way Denver's eyes lingered on me. He was checking me out—his gaze traveling down my body, pausing on my ass, then back up to my face.
"Nice to meet y'all," Denver said, grinning. "What seems to be the problem?"
"We don't really know," Dame said. "The engine just started making weird noises and then died."
Denver walked over to the truck and leaned over the hood, peering at the engine. I watched as his shirt rode up slightly, showing a strip of tanned skin and the lower curve of his back. His jeans were so tight I could see the outline of his ass, and fuck—it was a good ass.
"Hmm," Denver said, straightening up. "Looks like your radiator might be shot. And maybe the alternator too."
"Shit," I said. "Is there a garage nearby?"
Denver shook his head. "Not for about thirty miles. And the sun's gonna be going down soon." He looked at us, his blue eyes bright and earnest. "Y'all should come stay at the ranch tonight. We got plenty of room. You can get help in the morning."
Dame and I exchanged a glance.
"Are you sure?" Dame asked. "We don't want to impose."
"No imposition at all!" Denver said, his face lighting up like a kid on Christmas morning. "I'd love to show y'all around! We got horses and everything!"
I couldn't help but smile. He was so fucking eager, like a golden retriever in human form.
"Okay," I said. "That'd be great. Thank you."
"Awesome!" Denver said, practically bouncing on his heels. "Come on, my truck's right over there. We can come back for your stuff later."
He led us over to a massive black pickup truck that looked brand new. The interior was clean and smelled like leather and cologne. Denver hopped into the driver's seat and I climbed in next to him, with Dame on my other side.
The cab was tight, and I was pressed right up against Denver's side. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, could smell his cologne—something woodsy and masculine that made my head spin. He put his arm on the back of the seat, his hand resting just behind my shoulders, and looked back over his shoulder to back up the truck.
The movement brought his face close to mine, and I got hit with another wave of his scent—musk and sweat and something distinctly alpha. My cock throbbed in my shorts.
Next to me, I heard Dame take a sharp breath. He was getting hit with it too.
"So," Denver said as he started driving down the long dirt road toward the ranch house. "Y'all on a road trip?"
"Yeah," I said, trying to focus on his words and not the way his thigh was pressed against mine. "We're driving from Massachusetts to California."
"Wow!" Denver said, his eyes going wide. "That's so cool! I've never been out of Texas."
"Really?" Dame asked.
"Nope," Denver said cheerfully. "But I love it here. We got the best horses. I can show 'em to you tomorrow if you want! We got this one mare, her name's Daisy, and she's the sweetest thing. And then there's Thunder, he's a stallion, real big and strong. And—"
He kept talking, his voice animated and excited, and I realized Dame had been right. Denver was dumb. Not in a mean way—he was just... simple. A himbo. All muscles and enthusiasm and not a lot going on upstairs.
And fuck, it was adorable.
I glanced over at Dame and saw him trying not to laugh. He'd noticed it too.
The ranch house came into view, and my jaw dropped.
It was huge. Two stories, white with dark wood trim, wraparound porch, big windows. It looked like something out of a magazine—rustic but luxurious, the kind of place that cost more money than I'd ever see in my life.
"Holy shit," I breathed.
"Yeah, Carson did real good with the ranch," Denver said proudly. "We got about two hundred acres and fifty horses."
He pulled the truck up to the front of the house and killed the engine. We all climbed out, and I stretched, feeling my back pop.
And then I saw him.
Standing on the porch, leaning against one of the posts, was a man who looked like a fucking god.
He was tall—taller than Denver—with the same broad shoulders and muscular build, but older. Maybe mid-40s. His hair was dark with just a touch of silver at the temples, and he had a neatly trimmed beard that framed a jaw that could cut glass. He was wearing a plaid shirt—red and black, unbuttoned just enough to show off a chest covered in dark hair—and jeans that hugged his body in all the right places. Cowboy boots. A black cowboy hat.
He looked like the older, sexier, more dominant version of Denver.
And when his eyes landed on me and Dame, a slow smirk spread across his face.
"Well, well," he said, his voice a deep rumble that made my knees weak. "What do we have here?"
DAME:
Holy fuck.
I'd thought Denver was hot, but this man—this man was on another level entirely.
He walked down the porch steps with an easy confidence, his eyes moving between me and Cam like he was sizing us up. And I could tell he liked what he saw.
"Carson!" Denver said, jogging over. "This is Cam and Dame. Their truck broke down at the entrance. I told 'em they could stay the night."
"Did you now?" the man said, his smirk widening. He walked up to us and extended a hand. "I'm Carson. I own the ranch. Welcome to Reynolds Ranch."
I shook his hand, and his grip was firm and strong. His hand was rough, calloused from years of work, and I could feel the strength in it.
"Thanks for having us," I said.
"My pleasure," Carson said, and his eyes dropped to my chest.
I was still wearing my tight white tank top, and I knew it showed off my pec tits perfectly. Carson's gaze lingered there for a moment, and I felt a flush of heat spread through my body.
He was checking me out.
And fuck, I liked it.
Carson turned to Cam and pulled him into a hug, and I saw Cam's eyes go wide with surprise. Then Carson hugged me too, and I was enveloped in his scent—leather and tobacco and something earthy and masculine. His body was solid against mine, all muscle and heat, and when he pulled back, his hand lingered on my lower back for just a second too long.
"Come on inside," Carson said. "I'll pour us some bourbon and we can get to know each other."
We followed him into the house, and the interior was just as impressive as the exterior. High ceilings, exposed wooden beams, leather furniture, a massive stone fireplace. It was rustic and masculine and expensive.
Carson led us to the living room and gestured for us to sit on the couch. He walked over to a bar cart in the corner and poured four glasses of bourbon, then handed them out.
"To new friends," he said, raising his glass.
We all clinked glasses and drank. The bourbon burned going down, but it was smooth and rich, and I could tell it was the expensive stuff.
Carson sat down in the armchair across from us, but Denver plopped down on the couch right next to Cam, so close their thighs were touching. Cam glanced at me and raised an eyebrow, and I had to bite back a grin.
Carson, meanwhile, had sat down close enough to me that I could feel the heat radiating off his body. His eyes kept drifting to my chest, and I could see the hunger in them.
"So," Carson said, leaning back in the chair. "What brings you boys to Texas?"
"Road trip," Cam said. "We're heading to California."
"Long drive," Carson said. "You boys must be tired."
"A little," I admitted.
"Well, you're welcome to stay as long as you need," Carson said. "Denver can show you around the ranch in the morning. We got plenty of horses if you want to ride."
"That'd be awesome!" Denver said, his face lighting up. He turned to Cam. "I can show you the stables! And the barn! And the hot tub!"
"Hot tub?" Cam said, perking up.
"Yeah!" Denver said. "We just got it installed on the back deck. It's real nice."
Cam looked at me, and I could see the wheels turning in his head. He had that look—the one that meant he was about to do something slutty.
"You should give me a tour of the house," Cam said to Denver, his voice sweet and innocent. "I'd love to see it."
Denver's face lit up like a fucking Christmas tree. "Really? Yeah! Come on!"
He grabbed Cam's hand and practically dragged him off the couch. Cam shot me a look over his shoulder—a naughty, knowing look—and then they were gone, disappearing down a hallway.
And then it was just me and Carson.
The air in the room shifted immediately. The tension that had been simmering under the surface suddenly became thick and electric.
Carson's eyes were on me, dark and hungry, and I felt my cock start to harden in my shorts.
"Your friend's real pretty," Carson said, his voice low.
"So are you," I said, meeting his gaze.
Carson's smirk widened. "That so?"
"Yeah," I said. "That's so."
We stared at each other for a long moment, the tension building, and then I made my move.
I stood up and walked over to him, my heart pounding. Carson watched me, his eyes never leaving mine, and when I reached him, I didn't hesitate.
I slid onto his lap, straddling him, facing him.
Carson grunted, his hands immediately going to my hips. "What are you doing, boy?"
"What does it look like?" I said, my voice breathy.
I reached down and grabbed the hem of my tank top, pulling it up and over my head. My pec tits bounced free, and I heard Carson's breath catch.
"Fuck," he breathed.
I felt his cock throb beneath me, hard and thick, pressing against my ass through our clothes. His hands slid up my sides, rough and calloused, and then he was cupping my pecs, squeezing them.
"I haven't seen a more beautiful pair of tits since my wife left me," Carson said, his voice rough.
"Yeah?" I said, grinding down on his lap. "You like them?"
"Fuck yeah I do," Carson growled.
He leaned in and his mouth was on me, hot and wet. He kissed and sucked on my pec tits, his tongue flicking over my nipples, and I moaned. His beard scratched against my skin, the sensation rough and perfect, and I could feel my cock leaking pre-cum in my shorts.
"Fuck," I gasped. "Fuck, that feels good."
Carson pushed my pecs together and buried his face between them, motorboating me. The sound was obscene—wet and sloppy—and I could feel his hot breath against my skin. He groaned, the vibration sending shocks through my body, and I ground down harder on his lap.
"You like that?" I asked, my voice shaky.
"Love it," Carson said, his voice muffled. "Love these big fucking tits."
I reached down and started unbuttoning his shirt, my fingers fumbling with the buttons. Carson pulled back just enough to let me work, and when I finally got the shirt open, I pushed it off his shoulders.
Holy fuck.
His body was incredible. Thick slabs of muscle covered in dark hair. Huge pecs that I wanted to worship. A solid six-pack that flexed as he breathed. His shoulders were massive, his arms thick and veiny, and I could see the strength in every inch of him.
"Goddamn," I breathed.
Carson grinned and flexed, his pecs bouncing, and I moaned.
"You like what you see?" he asked.
"Fuck yes," I said.
I leaned in and kissed him, hard and deep, and his tongue slid into my mouth. He tasted like bourbon and tobacco, and I couldn't get enough. His hands gripped my ass, squeezing hard, and I ground down on his lap, feeling his massive cock pressing against me.
"Get on your knees," Carson said, his voice commanding.
I didn't hesitate. I slid off his lap and dropped to my knees in front of him, looking up at him with wide eyes.
Carson leaned back in the chair, his legs spread, and started unbuckling his belt. The sound of the leather sliding through the loops made my cock throb. He popped the button on his jeans and pulled down the zipper, and then he was pulling out his cock.
Fuck.
It was huge. Twelve inches, easily, and thick as my wrist. It was hard and throbbing, the head already leaking pre-cum, and I could see the veins running along the shaft.
"You gonna just stare at it?" Carson asked, his voice teasing.
I looked up at him and grinned. Then I leaned forward and drooled a hot wad of spit onto my own pecs.
Carson's eyes went dark. "Fuck yeah."
I slid my pecs around his cock, squeezing them together, and started moving. The sensation was incredible—his cock was so thick and hot, sliding between my tits, and I could feel every vein, every ridge.
"That's it," Carson groaned. "Fuck, that feels good."
I moved faster, my pecs bouncing and jiggling, and I could hear the wet sounds of my spit and his pre-cum mixing together. Carson's hands gripped the arms of the chair, his knuckles white, and I could see his abs flexing as he tried to hold back.
"You like that?" I asked, looking up at him.
"Fuck yeah I do," Carson said. "Best tit fuck I've had in years."
I leaned down and kissed the tip of his cock, tasting his pre-cum. It was salty and bitter and perfect. I licked around the head, then took it into my mouth, sucking gently.
"Fuck," Carson groaned.
I kept moving my pecs around his shaft while I sucked on the tip, and Carson's breathing got heavier. His hand came up and gripped my hair, pulling my head back.
"Open your mouth," he said.
I obeyed, and Carson leaned forward and spit directly into my mouth. I moaned, the taste of him on my tongue, and he grinned.
"Good boy," he said. "Now it's time you sucked on my cowboy cock."
He pushed my head down, and I took him into my mouth. He was so thick I could barely fit him, but I relaxed my throat and took him deeper. Three inches. Four. Five.
"That's it," Carson said. "Take it deeper."
I gagged, my eyes watering, but I kept going. Six inches. Seven. Eight.
"Fuck," Carson groaned. "Look at you taking my big dick."
I pulled back, gasping for air, and then went back down. I bobbed my head, taking him as deep as I could, and the sounds were obscene—wet and sloppy and desperate.
Carson's hand tightened in my hair, and he started fucking my face. Slow at first, then harder, his hips thrusting up to meet my mouth. I choked and gagged, spit dripping down my chin, but I didn't stop.
"Fuck," Carson groaned. "You're so good at this. Such a good little cocksucker."
I moaned around his cock, the vibration making him groan louder, and I could feel my own cock throbbing in my shorts, leaking pre-cum.
Carson pulled me off his cock suddenly, and I gasped for air. My face was a mess—spit and pre-cum everywhere—and Carson looked at me with dark, hungry eyes.
"Get on the couch," he said. "On your back.”
CAM:
Denver led me through the house, chattering excitedly about every room we passed. The kitchen. The dining room. The game room with a pool table and a massive TV.
"And this is the back deck!" Denver said, opening a sliding glass door.
We stepped outside, and I had to admit—it was beautiful. The deck was huge, made of dark wood, with comfortable-looking outdoor furniture and string lights hanging overhead. And in the center of it all was a massive hot tub, steam rising from the surface.
"Wow," I said. "This is nice."
"Right?" Denver said, grinning. "We just got it installed last month. It's real relaxing after a long day of work."
I looked at him, at his bright blue eyes and eager smile, and I made a decision.
"We should try it out," I said.
Denver's eyes went wide. "Really?"
"Yeah," I said, already pulling off my tank top. "Why not?"
I tossed my shirt aside and started unbuckling my belt. Denver just stood there, staring at me, his mouth slightly open.
"You coming?" I asked, grinning.
"Uh," Denver said, his face going red. "Yeah. Yeah, okay."
He pulled off his plaid shirt, and I got my first good look at his body. Fuck. He was built like a god—huge pecs, thick arms, a solid eight-pack. His skin was tanned and smooth, and I wanted to lick every inch of him.
He unbuckled his belt—a big silver buckle with a horse on it—and pulled it off. Then he unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down, and I saw his underwear.
I had to bite back a laugh.
He was wearing tight white briefs with little horses printed all over them. And his cock—fuck, his cock was huge. I could see the outline of it, thick and long, pressing against the fabric.
"Nice underwear," I said, trying not to smirk.
Denver's face went even redder. "Thanks."
I slid my shorts down, and Denver's eyes went wide when he realized I wasn't wearing any underwear. My cock was already half-hard, and my bubble butt was on full display.
"We shouldn't get our underwear wet," I said, winking at him.
Denver swallowed hard. "Uh. Yeah. Good point."
He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and slid them down, and my breath caught.
His cock was fucking massive. Ten inches, easily, and thick. It was already half-hard, hanging heavy between his thighs, and I could see it starting to swell as he looked at me.
"Fuck," I breathed.
Denver blushed and quickly climbed into the hot tub, sinking down into the water. I followed, the heat enveloping me, and I let out a moan.
"This feels amazing," I said.
"Yeah," Denver said, his voice a little shaky.
I moved through the water until I was right in front of him, and then I straddled his lap, facing him.
Denver's eyes went wide. "Uh. Cam? What are you—"
"Shh," I said, pressing a finger to his lips. "Being a cowboy must be so stressful. You should just sit back and relax."
"Oh," Denver said, his voice small. "Okay."
I started grinding on his lap, slow and deliberate, and I could feel his cock hardening beneath me. I reached back and positioned it between my ass cheeks, sliding it up and down, and Denver groaned.
"Fuck," he breathed.
"You like that?" I asked, leaning in to kiss his neck.
"Yeah," Denver said. "Feels real good."
I kissed along his jaw, his neck, his collarbone, and I could feel his hands hovering uncertainly at my sides.
"You can touch me," I said.
Denver's hands immediately went to my ass, squeezing hard, and I moaned.
"Goddamn," Denver breathed. "Your ass is so big."
I pulled back and looked at him, at his flushed face and wide eyes, and I grinned.
"Flex for me," I said.
"What?" Denver said.
"Your arms," I said. "Flex them. I want to see how strong you are."
Denver's face lit up, and he immediately flexed his biceps. They were huge, the muscles bulging, and I leaned in and kissed them.
"So strong," I murmured. "So big and strong."
"You really think so?" Denver asked, his voice hopeful.
"Fuck yeah," I said. "You're so hot, Denver."
He grinned, and I could see the pride in his eyes. He was so simple, so easy to please, and it was fucking adorable.
I reached back and wrapped my hand around his cock, positioning it at my hole. Denver's eyes went wide.
"Cam—"
"Shh," I said. "Just relax."
I started to sink down, and the stretch was immediate. Fuck, he was big. I took it slow, inch by inch, and Denver's hands gripped my ass hard.
"Oh fuck," Denver groaned. "Oh fuck, Cam."
I kept sinking down, taking more and more of him, and the sensation was overwhelming. He was so thick, stretching me open, and I could feel every inch of him.
"You're so tight," Denver breathed.
"And you're so big," I gasped.
I bottomed out, his cock buried deep inside me, and I took a moment to adjust. The water sloshed around us, and I could feel the heat of it mixing with the heat of his body.
"Fuck," I moaned. "You feel so good."
I started to move, lifting myself up and sinking back down, and Denver groaned. His hands squeezed my ass, spreading my cheeks, and I could feel him watching his cock disappear inside me.
"I want to be a good cowboy too," I moaned, bouncing faster.
Denver laughed, the sound breathless. "You'd be a real good cowboy."
I rode him harder, the water splashing around us, and I could feel his cock hitting my prostate with every movement. Pleasure shot through me, and I moaned louder.
"Fuck," I gasped. "Fuck, Denver."
Denver's hands moved to my hips, and he started thrusting up to meet my movements. The sensation was incredible, and I could feel myself getting close.
He smacked my ass, playful and hard, and I cried out. The sting mixed with the pleasure, and I rode him even harder.
"That's it," Denver said. "Ride me, cowboy."
I sank down all the way, taking him as deep as I could, and ground my hips in circles. Denver groaned, his head falling back, and I could see the pleasure on his face.
"Fuck," I moaned. "You're so deep."
I kept grinding, feeling him press against my prostate, and the pleasure was building. I was getting close, so close, and I could feel my cock throbbing between us.
"Denver," I gasped. "Fuck, I'm—"
"Me too," Denver groaned.
I lifted myself up and slid off his cock, and Denver made a sound of protest. But then I turned around and bent over the edge of the hot tub, arching my back and pushing my ass up.
Denver's eyes went dark, and he moved behind me. I felt his hands on my ass, squeezing and spreading, and then I felt the head of his cock pressing against my hole.
"You ready?" Denver asked.
"Fuck yes," I said.
He slammed into me in one hard thrust, and I cried out. He was so deep, hitting spots I didn't even know I had, and I could feel the water sloshing around us.
"Fuck!" I gasped.
Denver started fucking me, hard and fast, and the sound of skin slapping skin echoed across the deck. My ass bounced and jiggled with every thrust, and I could hear Denver groaning behind me.
"Goddamn," Denver said. "Look at that ass bounce."
"Yeah?" I moaned. "You like watching it?"
Denver just nodded dumbly.
He fucked me harder, his hips slamming against my ass, and I was moaning so loud I didn't care who heard. The pleasure was overwhelming, building and building, and I could feel myself getting close.
"Fuck," Denver groaned. "Fuck, I'm gonna—"
He pulled out suddenly, and before I could even process what was happening, I felt it.
Hot cum splattered across my ass and back, thick and heavy. Denver was cumming, and it was a massive load—rope after rope of hot creamy cum covering my skin.
"Oh fuck!" I gasped.
The sensation of it—the heat, the weight, the sheer amount—pushed me over the edge. My cock pulsed and I came, untouched, my cum shooting into the hot tub water.
"Fuck!" I moaned. "Fuck, Denver!"
Denver kept cumming, and I could feel it pooling in the dip of my lower back, dripping down my ass cheeks. It was so much cum, more than I'd ever seen, and it was fucking incredible.
When he finally stopped, we were both panting. Denver collapsed against my back, his chest heaving, and I could feel his heart racing.
"Holy shit," Denver breathed.
"Yeah," I said, my voice shaky. "Holy shit."
DAME:
I was on my back on the couch, my legs spread, and Carson was standing between them. He'd stripped off his jeans and boots, and he was completely naked now. His body was incredible—all muscle and hair and raw masculine power.
I cupped my own pec tits, squeezing them, and Carson's eyes were locked on them.
"Fuck," he breathed. "You're so fucking beautiful."
"So are you," I said.
Carson grabbed his cock and lined it up with my hole. I could feel the head pressing against me, hot and slick with pre-cum, and I took a deep breath.
"Ready?" Carson asked.
"Fuck yes," I said.
He pushed inside, slow and steady, and the stretch was intense. He was so thick, filling me completely, and I could feel every inch of him.
"Fuck," I gasped. "Fuck, you're big."
"You can take it," Carson said, his voice soothing. "You're doing so good."
He kept pushing until he was buried to the hilt, his balls pressed against my ass, and we both groaned.
"Goddamn," Carson breathed. "You're so tight."
He pulled back and thrust in again, and I cried out. He started fucking me, slow and deep, and the sensation was overwhelming. His cock was hitting my prostate with every thrust, sending shocks of pleasure through my body.
"Fuck," I moaned. "Fuck, Carson."
"That's it," Carson said. "Take my cock."
He fucked me harder, his hips slamming against mine, and I could feel sweat dripping off his body onto mine. His muscles flexed with every movement, and I couldn't stop staring at him.
I glanced to the side, out the window, and my breath caught.
I could see Cam on the back deck, bent over the edge of the hot tub, and Denver was behind him, fucking him hard. I could see Cam's bubble butt bouncing, could see the pleasure on his face, and it made me even hotter.
"Fuck," I gasped. "Fuck, Carson, harder."
Carson slammed into me, hitting my prostate dead-on, and I screamed. He fucked me harder, faster, his cock driving deep, and I was completely lost in the pleasure.
"You like that?" Carson growled. "You like my big cowboy cock?"
"Fuck yes," I moaned. "Fuck yes, I love it."
He leaned down and kissed me, hard and deep, and I could taste the bourbon on his tongue. His body pressed against mine, all heat and muscle, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.
"Fuck," Carson groaned. "You feel so good."
He fucked me harder, his thrusts getting erratic, and I could feel him getting close. My own cock was throbbing, leaking pre-cum all over my abs, and I was so close to cumming.
"Carson," I gasped. "Fuck, I'm gonna—"
"Cum for me," Carson growled. "Cum on my cock."
He slammed into me one more time, hitting my prostate, and I came. My cock pulsed, shooting ropes of cum all over my pec tits, and I screamed.
"Fuck!" I cried out. "Fuck, Carson!"
My hole clenched around his cock, and Carson groaned. He fucked me through my orgasm, his thrusts getting harder, and then he pulled out suddenly.
"Fuck," he groaned. "Fuck, I'm cumming."
He stroked his cock once, twice, and then he was cumming. Thick ropes of hot cum splattered across my pec tits and face, so much that I could barely breathe. It was everywhere—in my mouth, on my cheeks, dripping down my chest.
"Fuck!" Carson groaned. "Fuck, take it."
I opened my mouth and he aimed for it, and I could taste his cum—salty and bitter and perfect. He kept cumming, rope after rope, until I was completely covered.
When he finally stopped, we were both panting. Carson collapsed on top of me, his body heavy and warm, and I wrapped my arms around him.
"Fuck," I breathed.
"Yeah," Carson said, his voice rough. "Fuck."
We lay there for a moment, both trying to catch our breath, and then Carson pulled back and looked at me. His eyes were soft, and he smiled.
"You're incredible," he said.
"So are you," I said.
He kissed me, slow and gentle, and I could taste his cum on my lips.
CAM:
Denver and I were still in the hot tub, the water warm and soothing around us. He'd pulled me back against his chest, his arms wrapped around me, and I could feel his softening cock pressed against my ass.
"That was amazing," Denver said, his voice soft.
"Yeah," I said, grinning. "It really was."
We sat there in comfortable silence, the steam rising around us, and I thought about Dame inside with Carson. I wondered if they were having as much fun as we were.
Knowing Dame, they definitely were.
"You boys hungry?" Carson's voice called from inside.
Denver and I exchanged a glance, then climbed out of the hot tub. We dried off quickly and pulled our clothes back on, and then we headed inside.
Dame and Carson were on the couch, both looking thoroughly fucked. Dame's hair was a mess, his face flushed, and I could see cum still glistening on his pec tits. Carson looked just as wrecked, his shirt unbuttoned and his hair disheveled.
"Have fun?" I asked, grinning.
"You could say that," Dame said, smirking.
Carson stood up and stretched, his muscles flexing, and I had to admire the view.
"I'll grab some snacks," Carson said. "Y'all can stay in the guest rooms tonight. We'll get your truck sorted in the morning."
"Thanks," I said.
Dame and I exchanged a look, and I could see the satisfaction in his eyes. This road trip just kept getting better and better.