Spurs: Book 2 (Part 2) Cowboy lust, hot—dirty, and unstoppable

How far are these wranglers prepared to go to fulfill their rough stock lust?

Blake adjusted his stance. He glanced down at Garrett from beneath the brim of his hat, but only for a moment before looking off into the distance.

He'd yet to make a sound.

Garrett released Blake's thickening cock and stood, grabbed ahold of his shirt, and removed it over his head, flexing his pecs in plain sight of Blake's apprehensive gaze.

I stroked the front of my jeans, my cock pulsing—hard. I loved watching Garrett play his games. He wasn't one to hide his maleness. If guys followed him deep into his world of ecstasy, they went knowing full well they were fucking around with a guy.

Garrett winked at Blake then sunk back onto his knees, licking, sucking—wetting Blake's deep-crimson cockhead. His eyes fluttered closed as he nuzzled the underside of Blake's balls.

This was pure bliss for Garrett.

Blake tipped his head back, eyes closed, and set his jaw. I could tell he wasn't convinced he wanted to go through with this, but he couldn't pull away. I'd seen it before—many times.

I kicked my boots off and flung my hat onto the bed in the loft as Garrett sucked each of Blake's balls into his mouth, dragged them down with his lips, and released them.

It would soon be safe for me to join them. Blake was completely distracted. I ran my hand up under my shirt and pinched my nipple—twisting it until it burned hot and sharp.

Garrett slid his hand up along Blake's smooth shaft, tight—strangling it. He spat on the taut head and circled the ridge with his tongue, coating it to glistening.

I adjusted my stance to steady myself, my cock throbbing to be released. I reached back and shut off the air conditioning. I preferred Garrett's body to be glistening with sweat by the time I got to him. Sweat and the promise of cum soon to be licked off his skin.

Off his lips—

If only I could.

I brushed my hand across my stomach and tucked it into the band of my jeans. I squeezed the base of my cock, reveling in the pulsing discomfort I was inflicting to distract myself.