Cody and Rusty – Chapter 3 – Rodeo
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For every weekend in July, Cody and Rusty (the Guys) spent Friday night through Monday morning together doing more than just sex. Cody took Rusty out to meet his family and ride horses on the ranch. Horse riding got both of them ready for the Rodeo that the Edison County Fairgrounds hosted at the end of July.
It was a hot July and the single bed in Rusty's semi-tractor cab and the single bed in Cody's little bedroom just wasn't working well even with air conditioning. The Guys had figured out one way to stay cool at night – they set up two canopy tents just outside Cody's office door. One tent was set up with folding chairs, a side table, and even a television. The other tent had screen walls and held a queen size bed with some side tables too. At least the guys had a slightly cooler location to sleep together and roll around too. Because the tents were on the back side of the fairgrounds building, it was a private space that few people would ever see.
During the first couple nights of the rodeo, Rusty stayed away so that Cody won't be distracted while he was working. The last night of the rodeo was the championships and Rusty wanted to see it. Afterward, he wandered over to Cody's place because they hadn't seen each other in nearly a week, and also Rusty was really horny from watching the hot cowboys compete. Perhaps they could spend the night together.
Given that it was the last night of the rodeo, quite a few of the competitors had already left. The remaining ones had traveled with their own trailers which had space for their horses as well as sleeping. Only a couple of the riders had stayed in the fairgrounds building which housed Cody's office / apartment. Perhaps Cody and Rusty could wait until late that night, grab a quiet shower, and then have roll around in the canopy tent covered bed.
That was a good idea except for one thing. Three of the men staying inside of Cody's building competed in the rodeo finals and decided that they should go out and celebrate. About 2 AM in the morning, Cody and Rusty were rolling around on the sweaty bed and had locked themselves into a tight 69 position with Cody on top. They had no lamps on just some moon light creeping over them so they could find the lube when necessary. That was until the sound of a diesel pickup truck engine froze them in place. The sound got louder and then the headlight beams turned and came around the corner of Cody's building. The headlight beams on a pickup like that go far and wide, and so Cody and Rusty were bathed in light for a few seconds. Cody and Rusty stayed frozen and stopped breathing. Foolishly, the Guys thought that perhaps they weren't seen.
The truck completed its turn and parked. Quickly after the engine shut down, three truck doors were opened and shut, and the guys heard footsteps crunching on the gravel. Cody and Rusty stayed frozen except they both had lost their hard-ons. The footfalls stopped just outside of the screened walls of the bedroom canopy tent.
"Is this party open to everyone?" a booming voice said in the dark. Cody and Rusty had turned their heads but couldn't see who was standing outside their tent.
"Ah fuck," Cody said in a near whisper.
"Sounds like a yes to me boys," the booming voice announced.
The screen wall was quickly unzipped and someone flipped on the little bedside table. Cody and Rusty blinked a bit to get their eyes to adjust and they saw three figures in the canopy tent with them. One figure had turned on the light, another one stood holding a case of beer, and the third one was tugging in one of the folding chairs. The last one said more in the booming voice.
"When we left for the bar this evening, I told the boys I would get them laid to celebrate our wins. I thought I might have lied so I picked up a case of Bud Light as a consolation. Had no idea that we could have just stayed here at the fairgrounds to celebrate. Okay you two on the bed, why don't ya' help the boys relax," the booming voice said.
By this time, Cody and Rusty saw who was talking. Most people just called him Chief; he was the lead cowboy at a ranch several counties away and won the steer wrestling competition. Chief was bigger than the guys, maybe 6 foot 2 inches tall with wide shoulders. He had shoulder length brown hair and a scruffy beard and mustache – more of a lazy shaver than planned facial hair. Chief sat the folding chair at the end of the bed and took the case of beer from the other guy. After tossing a can of beer to both of the other guys, Chief sat down cracked opened a beer and lit a cigar. The two standing cowboys each moved to either sides of the bed.
"Okay you two on the bed, my boys' cocks ain't gonna suck themselves. Be careful with them buckles. Better not scratch them," Chief told Cody and Rusty.
Cody and Rusty weren't against messing around with other guys, and truthfully, they found that they liked it given what happened with the carnies at the end of the county fair. Now there were two 5-feet 10-inch-tall cowboys standing on each side of their bed each holding a beer in one hand and the other hand groping the crotch of their wrangler jeans. Heck, the guys thought, `why not see what is under the denim.'
Cody and Rusty were naked as can be because of the heat and because they were sucking each other's cocks and fingering each other's ass holes. Now they were each crawling over to the edge of the bed to kneel down in front of a cowboy. When the Guys reached over to open the shiny belt buckles, they both knew who was standing in front of them. Well, not exactly who they just could narrow it down to two cowboys, Brody or Blake Bailey. These twin young cowboys won the team roping event that evening. The twins were also handsome, clean shaven, and lean. They stood by the bedside wearing their soon-to-be-less-tight wranglers, plaid pearl snap western shirts, hats, and boots. The twins were also identical. No one could tell them apart, except if the twins were naked. Cody and Rusty would soon learn that Blake was cut and Brody was uncut. Their parents would never tell them what happened – maybe it was on purpose or maybe it was a mis-communication with the medical staff.
The twins finished their beers and tossed them to the corner of the canopy tent bedroom. They pulled open the snaps of their plaid shirts showing their nearly hairless chests, and then asked Chief for another beer. The twins opened up their beers and watched the Guys below them open their jeans and pull them down to the top of their cowboy boots. Under the jeans, the twins were wearing matching gray boxer briefs – nicely filled boxer briefs.
The Guys reached up to the waist bands of the boxer briefs in front of them and pulled them down. Cody was greeted with a 7.5-inch uncut cock (Brody's). Rusty found a 7.5-inch cut cock in the boxer briefs before him (Blake's). The underwear was also pushed to the jeans. The Guys almost at the same time leaned forward and swallowed the cock in front of them in a single slide. The Twins moaned and the Guys did as well
Even though they were only in their early twenty's, Brody and Blake were not new to messing around with girls or guys, but they didn't get much action out on the ranch other than jacking off. Having a warm wet mouth on their cocks was something that they had missed out on. About the only good reason for coming into town was a tight pussy or sloppy blowjob. With their single free hands, Brody and Blake started to help the Guys in their back-and-forth cock sucking motion. The Guys had no problem with that – helped them keep a smooth rhythm and go even deeper down the steel hard shafts.
The booming voice of Chief gave some sideline direction, "You two on the bed switch around and give the other twin a taste. Boys, tell me who is the best cock sucker so I will know for later."
Cody and Rusty pulled their faces off the twin that they were blowing and turned around to face the other twin. Cody was surprised to be sucking Blake's cut cock, and Rusty was happy to find that Brody had an uncut cock (it reminded him of Cody's dick). The Guys started slow tasting the pre-cum – pretty much the same as the other twin – but tasting the spit from their boyfriend made it more fun. The Twins were starting to get really into the blowjobs, but Chief wanted to see more than just his ranch hands getting sucked.
"I promised the boys some tail. Time for you two on the bed to take a poking from the boys," Chief gave the next command to the four men in front of him.
Rusty was the first one to unlatch from the cock in his mouth. He reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the lube. After placing a squirt in his hand, he pushed some lubing fingers into Cody's ass and then into his own. The Guys then turned around and presented their muscled asses to the Twins. The Twins didn't need to be told what to do. They pushed their hard vertical dicks to horizontal and moved forward until they were inline with the ass puckers in front of them.
The Twins did almost everything together so they stared at each other while taking a gulp of beer and then sliding into the Guys' asses. The staring broke when both of the Twins squinted their eyes and moaned. The Guys gave a moan as well. Nothing had been in either of their ass for over a week (other than fingers) so having a warm wet steel hard shaft slide in was just want they needed.
After the Twins got into a good rhythm, Cody and Rusty raised their heads to watch the other get fucked. It was nice to see each other's pleasure from the cowboy cock in their holes.
Chief's booming voice instructed the rutting group again, "Okay Boys, switch it up and trade holes."
Cody and Rusty knew one thing – if the cock in their asses pulled out, the new one would feel just as good. And it was true. The Twins had the same motion and dick flexing movements. The Guys had no complaints about the ass drilling that they were receiving. Given that the Twins had nearly the perfect size dicks and were forceful but not cock jabbers, the Guys could have been fucked for another hour. The Twins over stimulated nuts had other ideas.
Brody looked at Blake and said, "Yeah?" Blake responded with, "Yeah!"
And that was all it took; the Twins gave a couple more thrusts into the ass in front of them and then they unloaded their cowboy batter. The Guys had no idea how many days it had been since the Twins had cum, but the tube down their cock shafts seemed to flex more times than the Guys could count. It was probably a week or so since the Twins had rubbed one out so cum load was full strength and plentiful.
The Twins stayed in their asses for a few minutes and just had few full body shivers. It was a good thing that they had finished the beers in theirs paws, because beer would have been splashed everywhere. The Twins unclenched their beer hands and tossed the empties into the tent corners, and with both hands they pushed the gripping asses off their cocks. Their dicks had become really sensitive after all of the action and the intense cum that had occurred.
Chief's final command, "Boys, pull up them wranglers and hit the hay. I need to drop a load or two before I head to my bunk."
The Twins were still twitching from their orgasms, but they were able to get their boxer briefs up and at least their jeans were mostly pulled up to their hips. Brody and Blake both grabbed another beer and zipped themselves out of the bedroom canopy tent.
Chief stayed in the folding chair smoking and drinking until the Twins had left. Cody and Rusty were still on the bed catching their breathe when Chief gave a new command, "I ain't gonna have a stand and screw like the boys. I'm gonna lay back. You two better be ready to do the work."
Cody and Rusty looked at each other and then at Chief as he stood up. Both of the Guys just responded with a simple, "Okay."
Chief rested his cigar on a empty can, finished the final swig from the beer in his hand, and then stood up. With both hands, he popped all of the pearl snaps on his plaid western shirt. After he dropped the shirt on the folding chair, he walked over to the foot of the bed where Cody and Rusty were kneeling, watching, and waiting for him.
"Be careful with that buckle. I just won it tonight," Chief proudly said. He had just won the steer wrestling competition this evening so he was rightfully to be proud about that.
As the Guys were working on the buckle and the zipper, Chief toed off one of his dress cowboy boots and then the other one. Chief raised one leg so that the Guys could push down the wranglers and then the other jeans leg. Chief was left wearing a pair of plaid boxers which appeared to contain something large. Chief said, "Comin' in. Part the sea for me."
Chief pushed himself in between Cody and Rusty and laid back in the center of the bed. A bed that seemed a lot smaller with three men in it. Chief's hat didn't even come off when he landed on the pillow – it was just pushed forward some.
"Okay you two. I need my socks off and my dogs massaged. If you do a good job, I might let you work your way up my legs." Chief informed the Guys.
Cody and Rusty each took a leg and started massaging a sock covered. Rusty couldn't help himself and just leaned forward and took a sniff of the big foot in his hands. It must have been size 13 or 14 foot but the sock only had a sort of leather smell. Chief must only wear these boots for special occasions because they didn't come off as work boots. Cody saw what Rusty did and did the same. The Guys rubbed for a few minutes and decided that they should pull of the socks. Chief's feet looked even larger without the socks.
With Chief moaning, Cody massaged harder and then surprised himself by leaning over and sucking the long second toe into his mouth. Rusty watched Cody do that and thought that it looked like Cody was sucking a dick. Chief really groaned when his toe slid into Cody's mouth. Soon Rusty was also sucking the five toes in his hand just like Cody.
Chief pulled off his hat and tossed it to the folding chair. When he did that, he saw Cody's ass winking at him – winking the pucker and leaking a drop of cum from the twin that had fucked him earlier. Chief licked his lips and gave a new command.
"I need some twin sauce, blondie. Straddle my head and sit that butt on my face. Hair ball you can fish out my cock and see if it will fit in your throat," Chief casually commanded.
Cody and Rusty released the toes that they were sucking and looked at each other and gave each other an eyebrow raise. Cody knee walked up to the head of the bed and swung his right leg over Chief's head. Chief used his big baseball-mitt hands to grab Cody's ass cheeks and pulled them apart and direct them down to his face. Soon a thick cowboy tongue started to swirl around Cody's ass pucker and drill into it. Chief was searching for more the cum that the twin had left in Cody's butt.
Rusty had his own command to follow and he stuck his hand into the plaid boxer fly looking for what might be hiding in there. He hit a tube of flesh with a furry root. With more than a little effort, Rusty was able to snake everything out into the open. A thick forest of public hair surrounded two nearly lemon size balls and a half hard cut cock. With the cooler air hitting it and Rusty's hand holding it, Chief's dick started to fill with blood. Soon the cock was standing a good 9 inches above the balls and furry forest. A drop of pre-cum formed at the top after a few more gentle strokes and Rusty bent his head over and licked it off.
Cody was moaning behind him so Rusty was happy to see if he could swallow Chief's cock to the root. Rusty started with some tongue swiping over the pronounced dick head ridges and then slide down the shaft as far as he could. With each pass, he was able to take more and more. Not the whole cock but a lot of it. Chief was moaning and kind of swearing into Cody's slobbery ass while this was going on.
"You both switch. I need more of twin sauce. Sit on my face fur ball and blondie can slide that sloppy hole down my cock." Chief commanded.
Cody and Rusty disengaged and changed positions. Chief pulled Rusty's ass open and pulled his pucker to his face. When Cody got into position, he started to drop his ass down that ridge pole. All three men moaned and groaned as the next round started.
After he tongued the butt fur away, Chief was able to taste the load that the twin had planted into Rusty. Rusty has great pucker control and started to pulling that meaty tongue into his ass. Chief was happy to have his tongued sucked off like that.
Cody was able to get most of Chief's cock deep into his guts but not all of it. The twins had warmed him up well, but length was a challenge for this man who was just learning how to get fucked. Chief was getting really worked up by all of the sensations as well as the show that the twins had put on earlier. With a few more minutes of rising and falling on that skin-covered spike, Cody was near his limit and luckily so was Chief. With a muffled shout into Rusty's furry butt, Chief started shooting his load. It was a forceful load, more like a squirt gun of pressure. When Chief jacks off, the loads go over his head and sometime way up on the wall. Cody felt the flexing and spasms and maybe even the cum squirts too.
Rusty was afraid of smothering Chief so he lifted a leg off of his face and moved to Chief's left side. Chief had grabbed Cody's thighs and pull him as far down on his shooting cock as possible. After a few minutes of heavy breathing, Rusty raised himself off of Chief's cock and laid down on the Chief's right side.
Chief reached under over Cody and grabbed his beer from the side table. That gave Cody a good whiff of the armpit sweat that had accumulated during the man sex. Cody sort of snuggled into Chief's arm pit while Rusty sat back on his haunches looking at the worn-out men. Rusty even reached over and jacked a drop of cum out of Chief's cock; his finger brought it to his lips.
"Ahh, if you want more of that – give me a minute to recover. I'll fill your ass with my second load and you can suck the first one out of blondie's ass. I'm never done until I cum twice," Chief suggested.
They all smiled at that thought. And yes, after about ten minutes, Rusty was on his back in the middle of the bed. Chief was balls deep fucking his furry hole while Cody sat on Rusty's face. After all of the cum was sucked out of Cody's ass, the Guys started a well deserved 69.
The three men didn't come at the same time, but they the all came in sweaty pile of man flesh. When they tumbled out of the fucking and sucking pile, the three of them fell asleep in seconds.
Cody woke up when the bed started to move. He thought Rusty or Chief must be getting out of bed, but his arm was still draped over both of them. Chief was still in the middle of the bed with Cody snuggled on Chief's back and Rusty being held by Chief as if he were a giant teddy bear.
"Wake the fuck up," Brody said with another kick to the bed.
"Wake up Chief," Blake added.
Cody looked up and the twins were standing at the end of the bed in the morning light. Both of the twins were taking turns kicking the mattress with the side of their scuffed-up work cowboy boots. They both were no longer in their fancy town duds but back in regular cowboy clothes. Cody took his arm that barely reached over Chief's chest and shock Chiefs shoulder. Chief final started to come back to reality.
"What the fuck?" Chief sort of asked.
"We packed up the truck – even your shit," Brody said.
"Get dressed – we will be in the truck," Blake added.
The twins walked out of the bedroom tent canopy. Cody rolled onto his back to give Chief some room. Chief gave Rusty another big squeeze and then pushed Rusty away. Chief sat up and gave a big noisy yawn.
"Thanks blondie. Thanks fur ball," Chief said and then reached over pulling Rusty's face to his own and gave him a kiss on the lips. Chief turned to Cody and gave him a kiss too. That surprised the Guys.
Chief stood up and pulled on his clothes as he walked away, he said, "See ya' another time."