Gay Cowboy And The Man Who Wants Him

“You. Feel. So. Fucking. Good.” Every word the man bit out was punctuated by a hard thrust into his brutalized ass. He used the last of his strength to squeeze down hard on the cock plowing into him and was rewarded by Craig’s dick pulsing in release.
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“Dude, I have something you so want to get in on!” Mitch whispered excitedly into Craig’s ear. Craig turned away from loading paving stones onto the back of the truck and eyed his bud suspiciously. They’d been friends ever since Craig had hired on, right out of high school, with Mitch’s dad’s landscaping company, and the subsequent four years had taught Craig to be leery of ‘getting in on’ anything his friend was overly excited about. He had to admit the man had a great sense of fun. What he did not have was any fear of consequences. His schemes had not landed them in jail yet, but it had been a near miss on several occasions.
“Okay, lay it on me,” he said with a deep sigh. Mitch looked around them quickly. James, Mitch’s dad, was heading towards them with a few of the other laborers.
“Naw man, not now. Let’s meet up at the Station tonight for a couple of beers.” The Station was the only gay bar in their uptight, southern town. Their sexual orientation was one of the reasons he and Mitch had become such fast friends, but they’d never hooked up with each other since they both strictly topped.
“Just a couple though, I have a paper I have to finish up tonight.” Mitch agreed and they finished loading the truck.
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Craig walked into the Station and looked around for Mitch. He did not see him but his eyes narrowed in on a fine, tight little ass bent over one of the pool...