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"What am I doin' here?" Aaron shouted back to Robert, red-faced in fury. "I heard you're doin' a runner...coward you are!"
Aaron was Robert's ex-lover. Secret lover, so secret that Robert's wife finding out led her to accidentally blow up a helicopter and kill several people. The village hadn't given a damn about the affair - pretty common these days - but the exploding helicopter had gotten a few raised eyebrows. It was also one of the reasons Robert was going to Europe for business. Well, business, and lots of sex, any way he could get it.
He knew he wasn't going anywhere while Aaron was in lecture mode. He wanted to tell the bearded, slightly chubby man how hot he was when he ranted, but he didn't want to lose any teeth.
Instead, Robert took off his blue suit jacket (a size too small - he always wore everything a size too small because he knew people wanted to get a good look at him) and threw it on the B&B chair, scanning the room for his suitcase.
"Fine. You called me a coward. Now please go."
He didn't feel like arguing with Aaron. He'd enjoyed their spats in the past, because they'd usually led to incredibly hot fucking, but Aaron couldn't stand the sight of him these days.
"What gives YOU the right to think you can leave, eh? Leave us all behind to pick up the pieces?"
Robert had a low tolerance for moral tirades, especially from a man who'd taken his fist in his wife's bed.
"I'm leaving because I have a job. You might remember you do too - scrapping in a sardine can. Now if you want to go with me...I'm sure there's room in the luggage compartment."
He expected Aaron to rush him, grab his lapels, snarl in his face, like the old days, but instead Aaron just shook his head and laughed.
"You're pathetic."
Robert was bored, and seeing the outline of Aaron's meaty thighs packed into his black jeans made him horny.
He knew a quick solution to end the conversation, one way or another.
He unbuckled his belt and promptly lowered his slacks, not wearing underwear (he never did), sliding his hand up his dark blonde treasure trail to ensure his rapidly hardening, eye-popping length didn't stain his best shirt.
Aaron's jaw dropped - just the way Robert liked it best.
"Tell you what," Robert taunted, leaving his tie on and shirt buttoned as he kicked off his shoes and trousers, "I'll give you an offer. You either stay and give me one last fuck to see me off into new voyages...or you go and wank in a dark room over how sad you feel. I'm not bothered either way."
He put a bottle of lube on the bed beside him as he laid against the bed, his small belly pushed against the duvet. He even spread his cheeks helpfully, winking with his pink hole, because he knew Aaron was a little slow sometimes.
"You gotta be kiddin' -"
Robert knew he was winning, because Aaron's voice was even grittier than usual, which probably meant he was about to poke a hole in his cheap boxers.
"Hate you," his former/current lover spat, literally, as he sank to his knees and shoved his face straight into Robert's puckering hole.
Robert purred at the feel of Aaron's beard scratching his cheeks, just the way he liked.
"Try the lube - tastes better than your cum."
Aaron slapped his right cheek, hard.
Robert heard the sound of a lowering zip and soon heard slapping sounds and grunts, followed by a steady stream on his bottom.
"I hope you haven't shot your wad."
Aaron slapped the left cheek, hard, with a cummy hand, before working his semen into Robert with one, then two, then three slick fingers.
"Shut it."
Robert assumed Aaron had meant his mouth, but he clenched his ring around the fingers anyway.
"Imagine how good that will feel when it's your cock."
He moaned as Aaron slowly entered him, the fat head steadily burrowing through Robert's defenses, as always.
He hadn't bottomed that much before Aaron, and the times he had involved money more than love. Aaron was the perfect size and girth for Robert, although he'd eventually started using one of his wife's dildos, and finally bought a fire engine red beauty of his own that stretched him out the way he liked.
He could feel Aaron's denim-clad legs shuddering against his bare thighs as he continued to keep tight pressure on his ex-lover's pulsating manhood.
"I'm the best you'll ever have," Robert boasted, smirking when Aaron didn't bother to argue back. "Aren't I?"
Aaron responded by yanking him forward, fingers curled in his floppy hair, and biting into his neck like a panting vampire.
"I'll take that as a yes."
Aaron shoved him back down onto the bed again, face first, head held firmly in place while his lower head skidded against the crisp white sheets. He knew Aaron was getting sloppy, that it would be over soon. He didn't know whether he was sad or happy that it would be over.
He blew his load on the sheets, knowing one last squeeze from his arse muscles would send Aaron with him. He felt the cream fill his insides, but didn't hear the moans or grunts he was used to from the husky mechanic. Instead he heard smacking sounds, and muffled moans, and a hand that didn't feel like Aaron's, squeezing his red cheeks hard and sharp with fingernails while slowly pulling Aaron's spent cock out.
Before Robert could ask what was going on, he saw a smug Ross Barton, black jumper painted to his barrel chest, naked from the waist down, horse cock lined up with his hungry hole and ready to feed his needs.
Aaron stared on at the picture of the two of them in awe before he slowly sank to his knees behind Ross, spreading his muscular buttocks wide.
"Your boy's got a fetish," Ross husked, scratching at his trimmed brown beard, his black eyes staring right through a calmly delirious Robert.
This was everything Robert had wanked about every since they'd worked together on the raid at Home Farm, but it couldn't be this easy.
Ross slapped at Robert's meaty thighs before lifting Robert's left leg.
"Ew," he sneered at the sight of the blue argyle socks. "Shit taste, mate."
Robert wanted to be offended, but his revived erection smacking his belly was too much of a distraction.
Ross noticed, squeezing the shaft before putting Robert's foot to his lips. For good measure, Ross grabbed the back of Aaron's head, pushing his tongue deeper, grunting at the facial scruff scratching him raw.
"I've got plans for you, baby," he smirked at Robert before sliding his warm mouth over Robert's toes.
As the foot bath increased and the fat crown slipped past his cum-sloppy hole, Robert knew he'd do anything for Ross. Anything.
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Not even his ex-girlfriend giving birth to a baby he'd once thought was his could shake Kirin's thoughts from the night he'd had with Cain.
Not even a night - barely even an hour - but it had felt like so much more. Just not enough.
Kirin risked humiliation (maybe even wanted it) by driving out to the farm Cain and his wife called home. He'd thought of going commando with his tight black jeans, but didn't want to seem too cheap. An eggplant-colored shirt that hugged his smooth torso just right, and a black leather jacket to top it off - just as Cain would top him by the end of the day if he had his way.
He'd just gotten out of his fancy sports car when Adam, wearing the green/yellow work overalls that managed to be both baggy and tight, walked up.
"Ey, mate. Came out here to clear me head in the fields - wife told me to stay away from hospital for a while."
Adam was the biological father of the baby Kirin had thought was his. His girlfriend - now wife - had taken it in more stride than Kirin had. As he looked at Adam's lush dick-sucking lips framed by his closely-trimmed beard and sparkling chocolate eyes, Kirin could understand why.
"Fix you a cuppa?"
Kirin nodded, not wanting to be obvious and ask where Cain and his glorious dick of deliverance were, instead passing time by watching Adam's sexy arse straining against the work material as he walked in front of Kirin with confident strides.
"So - you all alone here?"
Adam paused for a moment before finishing the brew.
"Few of the other lads are about. Mum and Cain went to the cattle market."
Kirin tried to hide his anger, but he didn't hide it well.
"Summat the matter, Kirin? Owe ya money?"
Kirin laughed it off.
"Nah, mate. Just wanted to talk to Cain about the new business I set up with Belle. Boring stuff, really."
Adam nodded.
"Yeah. Goes right over me head. Listen, mate - if you wanna talk about what happened with Vanessa, I got no problems with sayin' sorry again. I know Vanessa was your girl."
That was the last thing on Kirin's mind right now as he looked at Adam's thick fingers holding the cup, imagined them holding his pulsating shaft.
"Huh? No. No. S'fine, Adam. I'm over it. She's happier, and I'm sure as shit happier. You happy?"
Adam looked somber as Kirin remembered he had no reason to feel happy right now.
"I'm sorry, Adam. Sorry. I'm an idiot."
Adam suddenly hugged him close, the smell of country air and sweat and farming life wafting through Kirin's nose, and stiffening his crotch.
"Aaron's so busy lately - I used to hug him like this. Made me feel better."
Kirin had a feeling it made Aaron feel damn good too.
Adam screwed up his face as he smelled his armpit.
"I need a shower! Proper shower. Mind keeping an eye on me phone? Oh shit - left it in my old room."
Kirin went back to follow-the-bum as Adam bounded up the stairs.
Adam handed him the phone, squeezing his hand as he did.
"Lifesaver, mate."
Kirin stayed quiet as Adam tried to pull off his overalls, struggling with a catch.
"Let me help," Kirin not so selflessly offered, biting back a lustful smile as Aaron wriggled down to his tight white undershirt.
"Gotta get this fuckin' thing OFF," he growled as he shoved the the farm gear down his legs, around his ankles, and promptly kicked off along with his boots.
He was wearing white Calvins, his big balls thick shaft, a good size even when flaccid, transparent against the cotton mesh. His tanned, hairy legs were a contrast to the clear boxers, only further highlighting the beefy thighs that made Kirin want to touch and taste.
Adam, either used to being leered at by Aaron and his wife, or totally oblivious to Kirin's perversions, turned around, giving a perfect view of his chunky arse as he lowered his pants and tossed them on the bed. His densely hairy crack caught Kirin's eye, his lightly-haired cheeks bouncing as he walked to the bathroom and started the shower.
"Shit - almost forgot."
He turned just enough to peel the undershirt off, nearly giving Kirin a full-frontal, but instead making him settle for a hairy, nicely developed chest and a hint of trimmed pubes.
"Thanks for keeping the phone, mate," he said with a warm grin, and a hint of a cocky smirk, before closing the bathroom door.
Kirin was half-tempted to throw the phone to the floor and join him in the shower, but he'd promised.
When Adam got a text 5 minutes later from wifey Victoria saying nothing had changed and they told her to go rest and she was staying at the Woolpack for a kip, he felt less guilty about his lusts taking over.
Just as he put Adam's boxers to his nose, breathing deep, he heard voices downstairs.
Loud, male voices.
Knowing Adam was still scrubbing and soaping, he crept downstairs to see who they might be...