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help him. He came for a third time, all
     over my chest. This boy couldn’t get enough! I milked every last drop out of his man meat. Soon Vince moaned. “Oh, yeah! Oh,
     yeah! I’m cuming again! Taste it!” His load ended up on my hairy chest too, and I ran my hand through it and licked the mixture
     off my hand as Mikey plugged away.
    “Aw, yeah!” Mikey yelled. “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum in your ass! You like that, boy? Huh?” I was almost comatose, and
     could only moan in assent. “What? You want my cum in you, you little fucker? You want me to fill your hole? You want my cum
     in your ass? Aw fuck, yeah! Here it comes! Take it! Take it!!” He slammed into me harder than ever, and I swear I could feel
     his hot load splash inside the condom he had worked so far up my ass-hole. “Aw, yeah! Fuck! Mmm, yeah!”
    He pulled out. My ass was in shambles. Mikey straddled my neck, pulled off the condom, and made me suck the cum off his cock.
     “Taste my cock again. Lick it clean.” I licked those juices off, and finally passed out from exhaustion.
    I woke up about two hours later. The boys were gone, and so was the car. My entire bed was stained with cum; my entire body
     was sticky and caked with dry man juice. My throat was so sore I could barely talk, my ass so numb I could barely walk.
    In other words, I was in ecstasy.

Bunkhouse Bruisers
    Hank Arnold
    R owdy charged out from under his showerhead and slammed my sorry ass against the wall of the washhouse, shoving his grinning
     kisser close to mine. His hot breath all but steamed the water off my cheeks.
    “I caught’cha checking out my backside this time, you little horndog,” the naked cowhand whooped. “Admit it! You’re hot for
     my tail.”
    “I’m not,” I grunted, frowning, trying to squirm out of his clutches. Having big, muscular Rowdy grappling me was firing off
     sensors in my gonads that were gonna have my dick announcing to the whole damn bunkhouse just how queer I was if I didn’t
     get away from him.
    He held me against the wall at arm’s length. “Nuthin’ wrong with appreciating a man’s finer
ass
-ets,” he chuckled. Rowdy fancied himself a smart man. He was always showing off by announcing how he was working on the
Denver Post
crossword puzzle.
    Far as I was concerned, smart
ass
was more like it.
Oh, shit, thinking about Rowdy’s ass
… there went my dick. And he was holding my arms, so there was no way I could cover my stiffer.
    He leaned into me again. “You are such a pretty little cowpoke.” His whisper tickled my ear; his stubble scraped my chin.
     “All smooth and hairless like you been scraped clean. I wouldn’t mind licking off them fine, soft hairs, if you want.” He
     pushed himself out to look at me. “And here I’m such a big ol’ older, hairy piece of meat.” He looked down. He focused on
     my dick. His jaw dropped. “Talk about a big ol’ piece of meat….”
    Oh, man, I got as red as some of them peppers Cook serves us, “to keep your nelly-ass balls from dryin’ up.”
    “Hank, son,” Rowdy wheedled, “where you been hiding that howitzer?” He tucked his head and winked at me. “Is that mine? Looks
     like my sweet butt brought out the best you got to offer. Why don’t we figure something extra special to do with it.”
    I really started struggling to try and break away, but that dick of mine had a fucking mind of its own. It wouldn’t go down.
     There was no way I could allow Rowdy to show me off to the rest of the boys. Everybody on that damn ranch was straight. If
     they found out I wasn’t, my life would be hell, if not worse.
    He was stronger’n me and had a really good grip. No matter how I twisted and strained, he hung on—and I had even been a second-string
     wrestler in high school.
    The only thing left to do was to knee him. I didn’t want to think about what damage I might do, but I was desperate.
    I shot my knee out. “Haw!” Rowdy jumped back, grabbed me under my