My eyes dilated. “Is that so?”
With nobody around us, and the shadows concealing our indiscretions, his hand slipped behind my boxers, circling my cock that was fucking rock hard and yearning for him.
“Stop, Jason. Someone could see us.”
“Nobody is going to see us,” he whispered, covering my mouth with his own. I felt the button on my pants get undone, and then his hand move along my V until it was stroking my cock. Both of us throwing caution to the wind, just for a measly hand job. Before I could protest more, he picked up speed, enjoying how good my cock felt in his hands.
“We should stop,” I begged.
“Not until you come.” He moved up beside me, sucking on my neck and tugging my earlobe between his teeth. “That’s it, big guy. Come for me.”
Tipping my head back, the cum shot out of the head of my cock, spraying the grass in front of us. I couldn’t keep in my orgasm if I tried, but I did keep my moans quiet, so only he could hear. The man was literally becoming my undoing.
Before I could say one more thing to sway him away, he dropped to his knees, licking the pearls of cum off the tip of my dick before sucking me all the way to the back of his throat, causing me to gasp.
His mouth left the head of my cock with a loud pop, and he smiled evilly as he dabbed at his mouth with his fingers. “There, now we can both say we made each other cum before we die.”
He gave me one fleeting kiss, then moved toward the back door, watching it for any movement.
I came up behind him, squeezing his ass as I gripped it in my hand. “You’ll pay for that later,” I said playfully.
He opened his mouth to respond, but it was silenced by the first shot, which sounded like it came from the bunkhouse.
“Shit, they’re moving, we got to get inside,” I said, immediately springing into action.
Kicking down the door, we entered the farmhouse, taking out two guys who were asleep in some beds. They were dead to the world, not even the door breaking down woke them.
Fortunately for us, they were the only two in the house, and our sweep was short and easy.
“See, they’ll just think we were busy taking care of business in here,” Skid said with a wink.
We then joined up with the others at the barn house doors.
“House is clear.”
“So is the bunkhouse,” Clash stated.
Sabbath had just finished tying up the doors with chains as we walked up. “Good. These bastards are so comfortable they didn’t even post up guards. Fucking morons. Anybody get a location on Shasta or Hoax?”
Everyone shook their heads.
Jackyl waved to get our attention from the window. “He’s on the move, about to exit the side door with some bitch.”
Sabbath’s eyes darkened with rage. “Let him out, but then lock that door down too. Nobody gets out but him.” Riot was just finishing up with the last of the gasoline, before he came to a stop near the front door.
“Riot, on my go, light this bitch up.”
The side door to the barn opened up, and a drunk Hoax stumbled out with a girl attached to his arm.
“You ready to make Hoax a happy man?” he asked her.
She giggled. “Of course, baby.”
“How about me, Hoax? Can I make you happy?” Sabbath asked, appearing out of the shadows.
He pulled the trigger, taking out Hoax’s left kneecap.
The girl screamed.