Chapter 19: A Cowboy’s Hunger
The Bunker
Arched Q Ranch
1:17 P.M.
To my surprise, I was granite hard in moments, ready for him to work on me. My swollen d**k was ready for his mouth to pleasure in any way he desired.
He was breathing hard already as he nosed my stiff c**k, breathing in my masculine scent to the fullest, and opened his mouth, running his lips and tongue up and down my eight inches. He seemed entranced, moving steadily along my wood and huffing through his nostrils like a bull. His work was nothing short of mind-blowing; he was skilled in man-on-man action.
I was breathing hard, too, feeling almost dizzy. My heart was pounding in my ears, at my temples, proving our passion. Entranced by his appetite for my queer flesh, all I could do was hold onto his smooth shoulders
