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a load that almost back-flushed into my trussed-up nuts, since Rowdy had such a tight grip on my
     rod. But once he figured I was cuming he loosened his fingers and I spewed a fine fountain of cum, wetting his back, which
     was already being needle-sprayed by the shower.
    My body jerked and I powered out another healthy burst of cream, and another, and finally a couple of shots that we only later
     learned had roped all the way up into his thick dark hair.
    A chuckle bounced up from his flat abs and, after determining I had finished shooting my wad, he let go of my meat and swung
     his arm around to join his other one in cupping my head. Firmly fucking my face, he brought himself nearer and nearer to the
     big roundup.
    His body went stiff as he lifted his butt off my chest to shift his hips forward. My face mashed into his belly and his massive
     member seemed to grow thicker and longer as his nuts tightened against my lower lip.
    Suddenly, his body jerked and thrashed around. Inside my mouth, his dick swelled and started propelling load after load of
     cum down my gut. The sweet stink of his seed mingled with the clean scent of the deodorant soap and the smell of the musty,
     water-soaked walls of the shower shed.
    I reached up and plowed my fingers through the wet coating of thick hair that covered Rowdy’s front—and back—and thighs and
     butt. The mat was thick enough to grab hold of. My hands ran across his stubby nipples, and that was what I hung on to as
     my throat gobbled down his erupting dick milk. I pinched and squeezed them, which only seemed to prolong his being able to
     squirt jizz down my gullet. Finally, ’bout the time I thought I was gonna pinch his tits off, he finished emptying his nuts
     with a big, contented sigh.
    I needed some air, but Rowdy’s arm-sized pole was taking its own sweet time shrinking back to normal size, and I sure as hell
     couldn’t stretch my jaw any wider to breathe around it. Reluctantly, I pulled my mouth off of him.
    Sweet oxygen, moisture-laden and thick but fresh and clean to my parched lungs, flooded in. I felt a huge emptiness in my
     mouth and throat, and once I had sucked in more air, I started to gobble down Rowdy’s dick again. He pushed my head back with
     the butt of his hands, though, then caught me under the chin and tilted my head up, grinning down at me.
    “You’re the first who’s been able to take it all, honey mouth. I reckon that’s gonna make you and me special partners.”
    “Fine with me.” I returned his grin, licking my lips and craning my neck toward his semihard again. He still held me back.
     He frowned.
    “That might be a problem.”
    “Like what?”
    “Like me!” It was the angry voice of the other young cowhand, Jake—who was a couple of years older’n me— standing in the doorway
     of the shower room in his boots and underdrawers.
    I had thought Rowdy and me might not be the last ones out of the shower shed, but thinking about Rowdy’s butt had clouded
     my head.
    Jake was good-looking and hot, but a stubborn and hardheaded cowpoke. We’d tried to be civil, ’cause I thought he was straight
     like everybody else, but somehow it just hadn’t clicked. Now I knew why: we were two horny, closeted ranch queers after the
     same piece of ass.
    “Damn you, Rowdy, I knew you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off fresh meat.” Jake stomped into the room, his boots sending
     up mean sprays of water from the rough concrete floor, which was beginning to steam from the cool evening air settling in.
    “Now, Jakey baby, you know sometimes Daddy just—”
    “Daddy’s just gonna get his ass whupped, is what,” Jake hollered, storming over as he shoved down his Jockeys and pulled out
     his dick. He jerked Rowdy’s head back and jammed his meat down Rowdy’s throat. “That’ll shut you up, you two-timin’ bitch,”
     he snarled, throwing his leg over Rowdy’s shoulder to hold him down.
    Now it’s true that Jake was in damn