Chapter 25 GENTRY
Chapter twenty-five
GENTRY
Shit! Those two little vixens sent me pictures that were hot as fuck.
It’s obvious that they are trying to kill me, but I loved the photos.
While I waited for the people who wanted to buy one of the mini-highlands, I thumbed back and forth between the nude pictures of the two men I was falling for—one I was already gone.
The body types were different, but they were both gorgeous.
I saw the couple moving toward me, and I pocketed my phone and knew my hard-on was not cute. Fortunately, I had dark pants on and a few minutes of walking to get myself under control. As I talked about the calf and shared how wonderful these animals were, my mind was on my guys.
After the paperwork for the animal was complete, I texted Martin to let him know we had only two calves left of the seven we had this season.
In the bunkhouse, I went into my bedroom where I had a sizable mirror.
Making sure my door was locked, I pulled out my cock and stroked it while looking at the pictures on my phone.
Once I was hard and throbbing, I pulled off my shirt, stood on my bed, and pushed down my pants.
Leaning on the wall, I posed in a way that showed my deep V, solid cock, and abs.
Taking a few pictures, I picked one that was from mid-thigh to my forehead.
I knew I looked good and planned to send it to my lovers.
They were so much more than that, but right now, this was all about lust.
There it was again, thinking about them as mine. I couldn’t imagine having to pick one. The fact that they took these photos together and then shared them with me made me think they weren’t ready to choose either, so for now, they were both mine.
I attached the picture to both of them, hoping they enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed theirs.
Sending the attachment to Dusty, made me think of when we were kids and learning our own bodies.
JACOB
Fair is fair.
Joe and I didn't have the history but I knew he would like the pictures because it was of me.
GENTRY
It’s not as great as your photos, but I hope you like it.
It was going to be a busy few weeks, but I was determined to see each of them a few times. Joe and I were leaving for the dude ranch soon. Martin had a list of things I needed finished before we left, which meant late nights. Fortunately, there was a lot of work I could do after dark, on my laptop.
DUSTY
You are so fucking hot.
JACOB
I like that you are dirty.
I miss you.
DUSTY
Miss you too. I’m afraid we can’t get together until you and Joe are home.
JACOB
That makes me sad.
DUSTY
Work to do. Talk more tonight. Missing you.
I was glad I could ride and text at the same time because Dusty, the horse, was perfect. Right as Dusty’s last text came through, my phone had another notification.
JOE
That is very sexy. I guess you need a date with my lens.
GENTRY
I love that idea. I miss you.
JOE
I’m free in the evenings after around 6:00 p.m., any night you want.
If it’s easier, you can plan to spend the night.
I had too much to do the next couple of days, but I also wanted to try to see Dusty before our trip. When we text tonight, I’ll ask Dusty about his schedule.
GENTRY
I want to see you every night, but I think Wednesday is the first opportunity.
Dinner?
Sleepover?
JOE
Yes to all of it.
GENTRY
Can’t wait to see you.
I was glad to have something planned with Joe. It wasn’t enough, I wanted to be with him all the time, but it felt good to know when I would see him.
At 8:30 p.m., I entered my room at the bunkhouse and fell into my bed. Exhaustion crept up on me, and I knew it wasn’t long before I was out for the night. Pulling my phone out, I was excited to see new messages.
DUSTY
Thinking about you.
Attached was another erotic picture of him, his cock standing proud.
Licking my lips, I recalled how it felt to have him in my mouth, his taste on my tongue.
I wanted him under me while I was buried inside of him.
He would beg for me, and I would give him what he wanted.
Reaching down, I gave myself some relief, tempted to rub one out, I refrained, wanting to save myself for them.
GENTRY
You look delicious. I want you.
JOE
Thinking about you. Wish you were here.
He attached a picture similar to the one Dusty had sent. Did they conspire together to drive me mad? The look in Joe’s eyes was lecherous, as if he wanted to devour whomever he was looking at. Shuddering, I knew that it had been Dusty on the other side of the lens.
Thinking about them together turned me on and made me feel a warmth inside, I’d almost call it comfort.
It felt good to know they had each other and would find pleasure together.
I wasn’t worldly, but I knew that it wasn’t common to like the idea of your lover being with someone else.
Of course, the fact that we were all with each other wasn’t common either.
Leaning into these feelings was my plan for now.
GENTRY
It looked like you wanted to eat Dusty alive.
After I sent the message, I realized what I had said. I held my breath and really hoped I hadn’t stepped over a line with him. We had all been pretty open about our coupling. Maybe this would be okay, since they had agreed to send those first pictures together.
JOE
I did.
I let out a sigh of relief. That was a good response, but the next message caught me off guard.
JOE
He was naked, and hard, you know how it is.
This was the first time we had ever really talked about being with the same man.
I expected to feel jealous because he had been with someone I cared about, but my response surprised me.
Fascination, excitement, and desire were all things I actually felt.
Even stranger was that I mostly wanted them to be happy with each other and to enjoy the pleasure they found in intimacy.
If I wasn’t giving to them, then finding it together made me happy—and turned me on.
Unpacking these new emotions was going to take some time, and I was starting to fade. Before falling asleep completely, I wished one or both of them were there with me.
Actually, I definitely wanted both of them.
Now that was a surprise.
GENTRY
I do know how it is.
I need sleep. Can’t wait until our date.
JOE
Me too. Get some rest, cowboy.
Now that it was in my head as I fell asleep, I revisited the thought about having them both with me. That would be perfect. The dreams I had that night were nothing like those I had experienced before.
When I stepped out of the truck at Joe’s cottage, it felt like I had dropped off the peak of a roller coaster. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t calm down my excitement.
Two men walked out of his front door carrying boxes. I jogged the few steps and held open the door. Behind them, I saw Joe smile. The light in his eyes made my heart beat hard, reminding me how amazing he was.
“Thanks, guys. I’ll send those pictures over by Saturday morning.” He yelled as they put the boxes in their trunk.
“No rush. Looks like you have a busy night planned.” I turned and saw him wiggle his eyebrows at Joe. “Sunday is fine, have a good time tonight.”
The blush that crept up his neck was adorable, but he gave me a smile and cocked his head toward his door. Taking it as the invitation it was, I walked in behind him. It was really good to see him.
Once we were inside, I kicked the door shut, while he walked backwards slowly, “Hi, there. I’ve missed you.”
I caught up with him in a few steps, my legs longer, and he was going slow. Grabbing his wrist, I stopped his movement, then wrapped my arm around his waist.
“Hi there. I missed you, too.” It had been a while, but when my lips touched his, everything in me settled. When I felt his tongue on mine, slick and hot, my cock filled fast, my need for him immediate.
“Kissing you is perfect. You are perfect.” We kissed some more, and he continued to move backwards.
“Everything is set up in my studio, and from what I could feel, you are ready for some pictures. I can’t wait to see all that,” he gestured up and down my body, “through my lens.”
In the room he used as a studio, he had the same rugs out that I saw in the pictures he took with Dusty. “How did you and Dusty do this?”
“You sure you want to know?”
I sat on the bed and pulled him between my legs. I gently set the camera down that he had picked up.
“I know I should have big feelings about you with someone else. I do. But knowing you are intimate with Dusty makes me feel—” I was having trouble coming up with the right words.
“Aroused. Happy? Not really jealous but left out a little. I’m glad you have someone that I know treats you well if it isn’t me.
” I watched as a tear slid down his cheek.
“What’s wrong?” My hands sat on his hips as I looked up into his eyes.
“I feel that too. All of it.”
His words made me smile, but there was also a sense of relief—it wasn’t just me. I kissed him again, tired of talking. I pushed up his shirt because I could no longer wait to be skin-to-skin. As soon as his shirt was off, I reached behind me and took mine off.
“Now tell me what we are going to do?”
“Get naked.” We kissed hard, his desire obvious as he rubbed against my hip. Clumsily, we removed the remainder of our clothes until we were both naked, our bodies tight together. Licking up his throat, I stopped and kissed under his chin, then near his ear.
Unable to stop him, he stood next to the bed with his camera in hand. I noticed he had one sitting on a tripod as well. “I’m going to take pictures of you, but this camera will be taking pictures every fifteen seconds while we are in here.”
He told me to move, pose, stretch, and kneel. When I started to flag, he would lick me or suck me, and then take more pictures.
He finally declared, “fucking gorgeous.”