Adam was riding Marty while I was stroking a healthy erection and waiting for my turn in Adam's ass...he was rock hard, upright, and bobbing with a mesmerizing fuck-bounce. He'd be hard like that till he finished us both...he always claimed a cock in his ass was like Viagra.
I was enjoying the show, but Adam was definitely enjoying the ride, because he grinned, looking at me, "Your next...ahhhh...ahhhh...gonna drain those balls, just like your boyfriend's."
Eager to have my balls drained, I was putting on a show and watching my roommate leer. Almost drooling with a wild, cock-crazed lust, he laughed, "Drain'm...drain'm dry!"
Adam wasn't going easy, giving Marty a good workout, but Marty wasn't taking it easy either, grinding like there was no tomorrow. It didn't take long before Marty's body tensed and shuddered, "Ohhhh god...close...so fuck'n close...ride it...ride that cock!"
When he felt the steamy warmth paint his insides, Adam grinned, "Fuckkkkk...yeahhhhhhh...there it is...yeah...yeah...yeah, that's what I want."
Marty roared, driving him down over his cock and slamming deep, filling him with a thick creamy load. Then he grinned, "I know it's deep, but I get the job done right...give'n you a good breeding...every fucking drop's in there!"
They both were still catching their breath, when Adam threw his leg over me, "You're turn, dude...just let me saddle up." He grinned, "He left you with plenty of lube to work with."
Well, how'd all this happen? Let me catch you up. We'd just gone to bed, and Marty had his head resting on my shoulder, when my "sometime-straight-sometime-gay roommate," knocked on the door, "Guys, can we um...talk about something?"
When the door opened, he was wearing nothing but a flannel shirt, work boots, and a six-inch erection. Before we could say anything, he spoke with an awkward grin, "I...I've been thinking about that week on the farm you all had...and I've been wondering if I could saddle you both up...maybe? I'm really horny...and wanna ride some cowboy, if you're okay with it."
Adam had become a regular in my bedroom, whenever he wasn't with Crissy...I won't go into all the details, but everybody was really cool about things.
Anyway, Marty and I grinned at each other, and I said, "Why not...get in here...guess, we didn't expect a visit from a cowboy, tonight."
Marty shucked off his underwear, tossing it aside, "We'll give ya a good ride! You can start with me."
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That's how it started, but what inspired Adam's late-night cowboy fantasy was when we told him about the week Marty and I spent farm-sitting at my cousin's place. No cattle or hogs, but they had horses, goats and chickens that had to be tended...plus, they needed somebody to do the mowing. Tim and Lynne were both thankful that I said yes, because it meant they could attend her niece's wedding in Maui...
I mean who wouldn't want to spend a week in Hawaii, but Marty and I were excited to spend a week together, with the farm to ourselves; it would be a cool vacation for us, too. You couldn't call the farm isolated, because they had a few neighbors and they were just a few miles from 55, but it was on a dead-end road that nobody used except the mail carrier.
It was only an hour's drive for us, and after picking up groceries in town, we headed out to the farm. About a mile or two out, I was driving and daydreaming. We both knew there was going to be some extracurricular activity during the week and I'm sure he was thinking about it too. Anyway, I was picturing myself thrusting up into his ass, driving my cock deep into his gut. In no time, he was riding me, grinding his ass against my pubes, and I was watching his big dick bob and bounce...mmmm.
Already rearranging myself, I looked over at Marty, but he was looking out the window. I gave his crotch a quick glance, before focusing back on the road. That all just made things worse, because I couldn't stop thinking about his dick...eight inches, thick and veiny. And to top it off, Marty loved cock...he was always stayed erect when he had a cock...in his ass...in his hand...or in his lips.
I looked back for a split second, and we locked eyes, and he asked, "I know we're taking care of the animals, but what else do you have planned?"
I knew it was going to be one hell of a week, thinking...mmmm, I got big...big plans. Jarred from my lusty fantasy, I managed to respond, "Uh...well...it's really quiet with some timber and a pond...we'll find plenty to keep us busy."
My cousin and his wife were an hour or two from O'Hare, and they had a 4 pm flight to LAX, where they were spending the night and catching an early flight to Hawaii. They quickly walked through things with us, before heading for the airport. They could hardly thank us enough, because when you have livestock or animals, it can be hard to get away. Tim left us with a credit card for things we might need, and wanted to pay for our groceries, but we wouldn't let him. They even stocked the fridge with our beer preferences and told us to use the card for some new work boots.
We checked things out and finished with the things on our list for the day; there really wasn't much to do but gather eggs and wash them. Of course, for dinner we had the steaks they set out for us. They had a few cattle in a partnership, with one of the neighbors, and I think we drove by the farm...I'd have to say it was one of the best steaks either of us ever had.
After dinner, we took a walk and Marty asked, "Where are we headed?"
I grinned, "The hayloft, of course...always wanted to take a guy up there!"
He smirked with big ass grin, "You just wanna take me up there, because I'm easy...and you want some!"
I nodded, grabbing a handful of ass cheek, "You're right about that!" I let go and gave it a slap, "I want some ass!"
Once we got to the barn, I pointed out the ladder to the hayloft. Pausing at the bottom, he was on the first rung and looking back, "Never done it in a hayloft before...you'll have to show me the ropes."
That conjured up a whole other fantasy, thinking a tied-up cowboy wasn't a bad idea. He knew what I had in mind, when I smirked, "I'm sure we could find some suitable rope, if you're willing." I swatted his ass, "Now go ahead get up there!"
He headed up the ladder, laughing, "You know, I don't mind a little rope, now and then!"
Climbing up behind him, I gave him another, "Well, you'd better move it!"
Laughing, he tossed hay at me as I pulled myself up into the loft. I wrestled with him, knowing I was outmatched, but I grabbed him by the waist and rolled us over to where I was on top.
It was a miracle that I managed that, but then he noticed the blankets and lube. "Fuck, look at what your cousin left for us! He must know we're a couple...that's very cool! He wanted us to...roll in the hay!"
"He does know we're together...I hope you don't mind that I said something, but they're good with it all...but...I set this up when you were finishing the eggs."
He grinned, "I don't mind at all...it's nice to be open about things."
Leaning back on his elbows with his legs spread, he looked up and rubbed his crotch, "A roll in the hay...the hot farmer hayloft thing's got me hard already...and you too, I see."
My cock was throbbing in my jeans, and I grinned, "I was feeling it before we left the house."
