27. Finn
Chapter 27
Finn
“Do you want to check out the stables?” Ryder asked Father and me as we sat on the porch, sipping cheap beer. I really didn’t. Farm life wasn’t for me in the slightest. Give me the noisy city, full of vibrant people, any day.
“Ah…” I didn’t want to hurt his feelings, but it was hard to say no to him, too.
“It’s not to see the animals, Finn.”
Father looked up at Ryder and grinned crookedly. I must have missed something.
“Something tells me you want to explore something other than dusty corners,” Father said.
I suddenly perked up, finally getting it. “Oh, in that case…”
Ryder snorted a laugh. “Yes, let’s have some naughty fun.”
“Are we going to make the cows and horses go blind?” Father teased.
“All the animals are out in the fields. No blinding today.”
His parents were inside. His mom was getting dinner ready, and his dad was watching football. After we ate, Ryder wanted to take us to the local country/western bar. Also, not my thing, but I’d do it for him. He also wanted us to meet Waylon, his best friend and my biggest threat. The idea Ryder crushed on that man for a decade set my hackles on fire.
Ryder stood from sitting on the steps of the porch and held out his hand to me. I grabbed it, and he tugged me to stand as Father also stood. I suppose we could slip away, and no one would notice.
The stables were fairly large, but they weren’t fancy like the ones you always see in the movies. It was rickety and dusty.
Father and I followed Ryder to an empty stall, and I looked at it dubiously. It was clean and free of cow shit, but still… My nose wrinkled at the smell of cow and horse shit.
Ryder chuckled. “Where’s my daring and bold Finn?”
“I don’t want to get cow shit on me.”
“No cow shit here, but this gives us privacy, and we can make some noise because it’s far enough away from the house.”
“I suppose…”
“I’m in,” Father said.
Ryder beamed, undid what I could only classify as his cowboy jeans, and pulled them down with his underwear. He turned his back to us and boldly bent over to spread his ass cheeks.
Father and I gasped at the same time. He was wearing a delicious plug, and the gleaming metal-flared base teased us with a good time.
“Jesus…” Father groaned and reached for it, running his fingers along the metal and Ryder’s skin.
“Can someone take this out and fuck me already? I miss you all inside me. As one of you fucks me, I’ll suck the other off.”
I looked at Father as his dark eyes gleamed in a combination of lust and humor. “You fuck him. I had him last.”
“You won’t get an argument from me.”
Father tugged at the base of the plug, making Ryder groan as he rested his hands on the wooden planks of the wall, bent over.
“That is so sexy and beautiful. How did you not squirm with this in you, Sweet Boy?”
He huffed a laugh. “With great difficulty. These jeans hid my erection, but the damn thing kept hitting my prostate. It won’t take much to make me come. I can promise you that.”
Father leaned over Ryder and put his mouth close to his ear. “I could edge you… deny you from coming.”
I could see Ryder visibly shudder. “I’m… not sure I can take that. Please don’t torture me, sir. You don’t even need to prep me. I’m all ready for you.”
I tucked myself in front of Ryder and pulled down my pants. We all kept our shirts and sweaters on because it was a cool day. I fisted my cock and stroked it a few times as Father lined himself up with Ryder’s ass.
“Don’t go easy on me,” he said to Father. “Please… I want to be fucked hard, sir.”
I fisted his hair and lifted his head to look at me with him still bent in half. “Fuck, I love it when you beg.”
“Choke me.”
My cock pulsed with his words, and a bead of pre-cum slipped out. “Lick it,” I ordered.
He kept his eyes on me as his tongue peeked out and licked up the little bead over the sensitive head.
I looked at Father. “Let’s fuck his face and ass hard, Daddy.”
He nodded, lined up his large cock to Ryder’s hole, and grabbed onto his hips. “Ready, Sweet Boy? Are you ready to be stretched and filled?”
“More than ready.”
Father didn’t just shove it in; otherwise, it would’ve injured him. However, he wasn’t gentle either, sinking farther into Ryder with each hard thrust. As soon as he was fully seated, Father looked at me and nodded.
I still had a hold of Ryder’s hair. “Open your mouth.”
He did as he was told, and I eased my cock in as far as it would go, far enough to make him choke and gag around my length. Tears pooled in his eyes, and you could hear his breathing wheezing through his nose.
“Fuck, seeing you bent over, taking it from both ends, is hot as hell, Rye-baby.”
So maybe having fun in an animal stall wasn’t the worst. All I could focus on was Father’s face with his brow furrowed, and his jaw clenched as Ryder’s tight ass squeezed the hell out of him. That, along with Ryder’s warm, wet mouth, choking on me and using his tongue underneath the head of my dick whenever I pulled back, allowing him to breathe.
God, I loved it when the three of us were together like this. No pain, no suffering, no grieving could be felt. We lived in the moment of pleasure and love.
The space was filled with panting, heaving, slurping, gagging, the slapping of skin, grunting, moaning, whimpering… It was an arousing symphony of sounds. Between Ryder’s mouth wrapped around me and the musky smell of sex, I was lost in it.
“Fuck, your ass is perfect, Sweet Boy,” Father rasped. “So beautifully prepped for me.”
Ryder’s face was streaming with tears from gagging, so I pulled back and allowed him to get me off with his tongue and suck the cum out of me.
“Are you close, Precious?” Father asked me.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Ryder, make our boy come.”
He grunted around my cock, and looked at me with watery, hazel eyes, which sent a shiver up my spine from pleasure as he ran his tongue underneath my length, and to the sensitive head. After he swiped his tongue over the slit, he sucked me down again, and Father’s thrusting made Ryder’s head bob.
I closed my eyes to the sensation, getting lost in his mouth, his talents improving each time we did this. Warmth spread throughout my body, and the pressure grew around my groin, my balls getting heavy and drawing up tight.
I joined my other hand in his hair and fisted it with both hands, pumping in his mouth, but careful not to choke him. I thrummed with electricity, and soon exploded, crying out as he swallowed all I could give him, sucking me dry, milking me until I had nothing left.
“Do not let go of our boy’s cock, Ryder. Keep it warm in your mouth until I’m finished.”
He grunted in acknowledgment around me again as Father pumped faster and harder. His neck corded with effort, and his lips were drawn tight as he grew close to coming.
“You’re so sexy, Daddy,” I breathed.
That was all it took before he threw his head back and spilled inside of our Ryder. But Father didn’t linger. He quickly pulled out and shoved the plug he was still holding back inside Ryder.
“Hold my cum, would you, Sweet Boy?”
Ryder dropped my flaccid dick from his mouth and whimpered, “Oh, god… Yes, please, sir.”
I pulled up my underwear and pants as Father did for Ryder before pulling up his own.
“Short, sweet, and sexy as fuck,” he said.
I burst out laughing at Ryder’s face, full of swollen, red lips, glassy eyes, and a stupid and sexy as fuck smile on his face.
“Look, Daddy. Ryder is on a sex high. We wrecked him.”
He gently grabbed Ryder’s face and chuckled. “Gorgeous.” Father quickly kissed him before leaning forward and kissing me.
“We should get back before Ryder’s parents catch us and kick us off their property.”
“Good plan,” I said.
Ryder just nodded, still looking dazed.
Country music, country wear, and country bars… I wasn’t a fan. Give me nightclub music and fashionable clothes any day. Ryder had dressed me up in his finest flannel plaid shirt he had kept at his parents’ house, and I hated the material, but it made him happy, or at least had him laughing at me at my expense.
We all sat on wooden stools around the tall, circular table, drinking a pitcher of cheap beer. Well, I wasn’t. I was sucking on one of my lollipops. I wasn’t about to drink down that watery slop.
I sighed at myself, feeling like a snob.
Ryder just smirked and shook his head before he leaned in. “You look adorable in plaid.”
“I look like I should be in a JCPenney catalog when I belong in a Dolce & Gabbana ad.”
He tossed his head back and laughed. “Brat.”
I looked at Father, who was sipping the beer out of politeness, and winced with each sip.
“How come Father doesn’t have to wear these… clothes?”
“I don’t have anything that fits him.”
“Oh, I see. Sure, punish the cute one.”
He smirked again. “Big baby. But an adorable one.”
After he had chugged back his beer, he stood and waved across the dance floor with a huge smile on his face. I tracked his line of sight to see another cowboy-looking guy headed our way. He was as big as Father, but the closer he got, the more I saw how gorgeous he was, with his tousled light brown hair and the confident way he strode over to us as if time didn’t exist.
He reached our table and hugged Ryder, which instantly had me tense. I didn’t like other men touching him. Not one fucking bit. Especially men who were as attractive as Waylon, the man Ryder had crushed on for a decade.
“Way, this is Finn and Knox, the men I told you about. My men. Everyone, this is Waylon, my best friend.”
While I wanted to preen with his ownership of us, the jealousy just grew, seeing those stunning light blue eyes and that dimple in his chin. His crooked smile was confident and assured.
Waylon reached his hand out for me, and I shook it reluctantly. His eyes twinkled, probably laughing at my obvious jealousy. Why hide it? Ryder was mine . Then he reached for Father, who didn’t seem bothered at all. “Nice to meet you, Waylon,” he said.
I huffed, not even pretending to be happy. I pulled out a fresh lollipop from my pocket, unwrapped it, and shoved it in my mouth as Ryder and Waylon chatted and drank watered-down beer as unfamiliar music blasted through the speakers.
Ryder turned his attention to me and leaned forward to be heard over the music. “I wish we could dance. I’d love to teach you country dancing.”
I’d put up with country music for that. Definitely.
Waylon suddenly grabbed Ryder’s hand and tugged on him. “Why can’t you dance? Fuck these people. They can get over it.”
My jaw dropped as Waylon dragged Ryder to the dance floor and fucking danced. I stood with fisted hands but calmed when Father placed a gentle hand on my shoulder.
“Easy there, Tiger. If you weren’t so busy being blinded by jealousy, you would see that Waylon was intentionally messing with you. It’s obvious how you feel… well, except to Ryder. He’s clearly oblivious, but in a cute way.”
I huffed and watched Waylon and Ryder dance, chat, and laugh. Suddenly, Ryder pulled away and walked back toward me with Waylon close behind, eyeing me with a smirk.
“No hard feelings,” he said, chuckling when he reached the table. “I did it, so it was obvious to Ryder about your reaction to me because clearly he didn’t notice. And to show him no one will give a shit if he dances with his guys.”
Father was right. I instantly deflated. That didn’t mean my jealousy completely vanished. “Sorry, I…”
“It’s all good. As long as you take care of my friend, we’re friends.”
Father grabbed my shoulder. “See?”
As a slower song came on, Ryder took my hand and kissed it. “Do you want to dance?”
I bit my bottom lip and nodded, feeling ridiculous at my earlier reaction. “Yeah.”
I dropped my candy on the table as he pulled me to stand and dragged me to the dance floor before wrapping his arms around my waist. My arms went around his neck, and we started to sway to the slow beat. I looked around the dance floor as couples danced. There were a few curious glances at us, but no one said anything directly to us. My body instantly relaxed as I looked up into Ryder’s pretty eyes.
“I like being able to hold you like this in public,” I said.
“So do I, baby.”
“I’m sorry I’ve been such a sour brat tonight.”
“If it were you who was friends with Waylon, I’d be jealous, too.”
“Yeah?”
“Yep. But I only have eyes for you and Knox. I love you both so much. Don’t you ever doubt it.”
I smiled and rested my head on his shoulder. “I won’t.”