Cowboy Sandwich

Chapter 2-1

Chapter 2

On the ride to the ranch, a part of Barry worried about what he’d let himself in for. These two men could be taking him anywhere and could do anything to him and no one would know if anything…Barry shuddered.

“Cold?” Jake asked, rubbing Barry’s left arm.

Barry was sitting sideways across Jake’s lap, his feet resting in Jimmy’s lap. Barry had adopted the position to mollify Jimmy, who had complained for the first couple of miles that he was being left out.

“A little,” Barry replied, not wanting to admit he was having second thoughts about this whole thing, drop-dead sexy though the cowboys were.

Jake turned a knob on the central console. “You forgot to switch on the heater, jerkwad.”

“No I didn’t,” Jimmy protested, shooting a brief look over at Jake. “The heater in this piece-of-s**t truck—which you said you’d have serviced last month by the way—needs to run for a few miles before the engine warms up.” He moved his right arm to behind his seat and came back with a blanket. “Here, Barry, wrap this around you.” More quietly he added, “’Course, if you were on my lap I’d be keeping you plenty warm enough.”

Barry smiled. The to-and-fro between the men helped soothe his nerves.

“Let me,” Jake said, unfolding the blanket and wrapping it around both Barry and himself. “Better?” he asked, pulling Barry against his awesome chest.

Jake smelled of soap, aftershave, and man. Barry snuggled in even closer and nodded his head. No, these men wouldn’t hurt him.

“You still should have sat on my lap,” Jimmy said a few minutes later.

Barry ran a socked foot up the inside of Jimmy’s left thigh and, on reaching the prominent bulge at the top, began to rub. “Wouldn’t be able to do this if I had.”

Jimmy let out a soft moan and pushed his groin into Barry’s foot.

Beginning to realize how competitive the two cowboys were, Barry ran a hand down the side of Jake’s chest and onto his leg. It was awkward to reach, but he gave the man’s tenting d**k a few rubs.

“What’re you two doing under that blanket?” Jimmy wanted to know.

“You just concentrate on getting us home,” Jake told him.

The truck sped up and Barry grabbed onto the nearest object to steady himself.

“In one piece, dumbass!” Jake shouted. “And you can ease off, too, bud.” He pried Barry’s fingers loose from his d**k.

“Sorry.” Barry pressed his face into Jake’s flannel-clad shoulder.

Jake chuckled and nuzzled the top of Barry’s head. Barry melted. Oh, yes, he was definitely safe with these two men.