Owen
With Kelly gone since this morning’s updates regarding the case, the day passes by. An emptiness takes root in my heart, replacing her giddy countenance and her can-do attitude. That’s gonna leave a scar when she’s no longer around the ranch, having a resolution to the case.
Smiling, I remember that I couldn’t not stare at the lovely curve of her ass in the tight jeans she had on as she stood from her chair. Nice, round and plump, ripe for spanking. Her hair flowed nicely around her face as she turned to ask for one more item, the picture of the sign.
Then she’s gone from my presence and I miss her.
It’s totally strange to me that I didn’t notice before how incredibly handsome and rugged Trent is. He has a better body than me, well better than most any man. With well-trained muscles and his Indian features standing out beneath his shiny dark wavy hair, who wouldn’t look twice at him?
He’s a perfect specimen of manhood. He looks like his mother and I always thought that she’s a pretty lady.
I leave Trent at the barn looking at the junk I put in a pile and go inside, grabbing some grub from the main house. While I’m heating up a frozen burrito, he walks in with that smile of his. “Want one?”
“Sure,” he says as I take another one from the package. “That’s a good pile of junk out there.”
“Needs to be gone, making room for better equipment,” I say as I hand him the first burrito I made. “Hey,” I look at him as he takes a huge bite of the burrito. “I thought that maybe you and I could go stake out the area where Kelly and I heard something in the bushes.”
He cocks his head to the side while he chews the bite, considering my proposition. When he finishes his bite, “Yeah, sounds good.” I join him as he eats the remainder and wipes his mouth. “Let’s make sure we have plenty of beer and a couple of sandwiches. One can’t be too prepared when staking out at night.”
“Yeah, eat or be eaten,” I chew my burrito as he stands to leave.
“See you later then?”
“Yep, around seven?” I ask him. He nods his head with a smile and heads out to the yard. Through the screen door, I watch as he backs the F-150 to the junk pile. He gets out and begins tossing the shit in the bed of the truck.
When he leaves and I finish my lunch, I make a couple of sandwiches and gather some beer, placing them all in a cooler. I take the cooler to my place and change for the evening, making sure to wear long sleeves because of the biting bugs.
Later, I take an ATV up to the site and see that Trent is there, making a hideout in the chicory during the last rays of the sun. A small fire is lit next to the side to chase the chill of the night air away as the sun dips below the horizon, creating a masterpiece in yellow, pink and purple hues.
“I figured you’d be here. I went to get you, but no answer.”
Trent stands and raises his hands, saying, “Now you have found me. Thanks be to Manitou. Maybe we’ll spot some of our missing cattle.”
I hand him a beer as he takes a seat beneath the honeysuckle and I sit down next to him, watching as the sky fades to black. As the night wears on and all the food and beers are in our bellies, we climb into the hideout, completely bored.
As I lay next to Trent in the earthen chamber, I feel his hand slide up my chest and then he leans over me, kissing me. I respond, kissing him deeply, placing my hand behind his thick neck. Wanting to pull him inside of me, I continue to kiss him as his hand finds my swollen package beneath my jeans.
In full arousal by his eagerness, I return the favor, rubbing his cock from the outside. He takes my pants down after I unzip his pants, taking them down halfway. Both of our dicks stand like tentpoles, shimmering in the movement of the flames.
Trent goes down on me, licking and twisting his tongue around the tip of my cock. I swear it feels so damned good and moans begin erupting from deep inside me. His other hand finds my sac and gently plays with them, exacerbating the sensations. Tingles and electric pulses ripple throughout my body in the cool night air.
I lay him down on his back and begin to softly caress the shaft of his penis. He moans with every touch of my fingers and it excites me to the core. I lean down and kiss him again while I continue to stroke his hard cock. I can feel the ejaculate drip from his tip and I go down for a taste.
As he moans, I can feel the tension rise in his muscles and I decide to lay next to him, pumping his rifle to shoot. “Oh yeah,” he moans. “That feels good.”
While I’m next to him, he turns toward me and plays with my dick again, making it harder. The temp inside the hideout rises as our breathing gets heavier and more intense. I feel pleasant tingles rise up my spine as he grips my dick tighter, pumping it up and down.
Trent grunts loudly as I pull the orgasm from him, forcing him to stop rubbing me momentarily. “Wow, that's amazing!” he says breathlessly. I gently rub the come into his skin, making him softer.
“There’s more where that came from,” I tell him as he returns the favor, whacking me off hard and fast. The sensations that I feel are innumerable and intense. The feel of his hand tugging at my manhood, gets me off.
Coming all over his hand he smiles at me, then lays next to me. Once we’re breathing normal, we pull our clothes up and quickly fall asleep to the chirping of crickets.