Working in an office with Ben was always hilarious. Gregarious, it was a safe bet that Ben was gay before you knew of his partner Ringer and enjoyed his aftershave lotion and fine dress sense.
He told Mandy that he was worried about Ringer – he had to return to the ranch and bring in some cattle that had strayed during the last muster. Short noticed he couldn’t get hands to ride with him. Ben was going to join Ringer for the weekend but even two was marginal for all but the most placid cattle. “I ride, I’ve moved cows” Mandy joked. “You’re in” he said.
She watches the firelight glisten on the stiff cock. Ringer raises it vertical and lowers his bearded mouth over it, pink tongue protuberant and incongruous in the firelight. Mandy struggles to silently snake her hand down in the sleeping bag, probes her growing desire. Her breathing seems loud.
Wetness clicking as he exposes Ben’s cock, pulls the foreskin back from the angry head, licks it and replaces his mouth. God, Ben is hung for a slight dude. He is tall but slight. Ringer on the other hand is a bear of a man. Stocky ball of muscle, stiff black beard like a woven mat. Polar opposites attract.
They’d spent the day riding the boundary fence line to a bunkhouse where they planned to return and pen any cattle they found and then driving the herd back the following day. A long day, the three under Ringer’s direction. They drove eight head into the pen and stabled the horses in the dark.
Ringer smacked Ben’s dusty ass as he laid food out. Like a couple of buddies, not lovers. It was a surprise when she awoke to the action. She took a top bunk while the boys took the double bed adjacent at her insistence. The angle and the fire light made it compelling. Her movements grow apace.
Ben groans and arches his back. Ringer was unmoved but swallows audibly. Mandy freezes. Ben looks over “Oh God, Mandy, sorry”. As Ben covers his crotch Ringer pulls his shirt over his head. His chest hair is thick, swirled flat with sweat. “We’re all adults here Mandy, if you want to see, get down here!”
Ringer lifts Ben by the waist and flips him face-down, pulling his hips up. Ringer’s not waiting and he lowers his bristled face into his lovers pale buttocks, pink tongue probing the crease. She slides off the bunk, awkward, stepping out of the nylon sleeping bag pooling at her feet, in knickers and cutoff tee.
Emboldened Mandy jumps on the bed beside Ringers feet, resting against the headboard and slides her fingers beneath the elastic, the other hand under her shirt. She’s close enough to see the skin change from goose bump buttock, smoother taint, scrotum beneath and under the pink flicking tongue, twitching puckered anus. Her fingers separate in her opening, the stretch welcome and her thumb strokes her clit. So wet.
Ringer withdraws and sleeves his cock in a pink condom and squeezes lubricant around the Ben’s crack. He roughly fingers the anus and adds more lube to the condom.
Mandy can see Ringer’s cock, with it’s condom emerge from his springy black pubic hair. Her fingers are urgent now, driven by Ben’s impatient moan, Ringer pushes straight onto Ben’s wanton ass. Ringer starts long hard strokes, Ben bracing on the baseboard, face panting sideways against the sheets. Ringer lets out a yell and doubles the pace. Mandy’s triggered over and also groans loudly but it’s drowned out by Ringer, on his forth or fifth yowl, and then lies on Ben’s ass as his legs collapse.
All silent, Ringer stands up, pulling and tying the condom off.
“Let’s get some shut-eye”. END
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