Everybody was decked out in cowboy boots, jeans, and bandannas at the afternoon barbecue. Of course, Derek with his sleeveless button-up shirt, tight jeans (with a big buckle belt), and cowboy boots looked like the Playgirl cover model for the cowboys issue. Everyone watched him swagger around the patio. Karen gave him a cowboy hat, and every gay guy and straight girl came a little.
It was a really warm day and some folks decided to get into the pool. Derek didn't get in the pool, but he had taken his shirt off. He was laid out on a lounger, his boots crossed, while Karen rubbed oil onto his bulging chest and rippled belly. The oil made his thick chest hair glisten in the sunlight. He tipped his hat forward stretched his arms back behind his head like he was asleep while Karen ran her hands over his body. He didn't try to hide the fact that his huge fat cock visibly snaked down his thigh.
After making his body shine with oil, Karen whispered something to Derek and lay back on her lounger. She put on her shades and held out the oil. Derek didn't budge. Karen sat up and took off her shades.
"Fuck you!" She shouted at him as she got up and walked away in a huff into the house.
I started talking to Ben and Ray. When I looked back, I saw Chris sitting on the lounger beside Derek. Derek had pushed his hat back and had his hands on his chest. Chris was wearing some skimpy bathing suit with his hair in a ponytail. He had a towel draped over his neck, the ends falling over his nipples. To complete his look, he had a bandana tied around his neck and was wearing a pair of colorful cowboy boots.
Chris was obviously flirting with Derek, and Derek was enjoying it. Chris, with his long blond hair and soft twinky body, could always get straight guys do a double take. Chris had the coy flirty gestures down pat and Derek was paying attention. After my encounters with Derek, I don't think Chris had to try very hard.
After a bit, Karen came back and whispered something to Derek. She looked at Chris; her lips curled and she tossed her hair to the side. She slyly slid a hand across Derek's thigh. Chris put on his shades and laid back. Karen grabbed Derek's hand and pulled on him. He leaned toward Chris and said something. Chris just waved to him without stirring. Karen then dragged Derek away.
A few seconds later, Chris walked after them.
Ben and Ray had walked off arguing, so I walked inside to find Chris. I couldn't find him anywhere, so I just decided to just walk around.
On the other side of the house were a group of outbuildings - a shop, a barn, and other assorted little structures. The barn looked locked so I walked around it and found a cracked door and walked inside. It looked like an empty stall or storage area. I started to leave when I heard moaning. There was a large gap between boards in the wall and I peered through it.
There was Derek, shirtless, looking like a hot porn model. His tan oily muscles bulging, his hairy chest flexing as he pounded Karen's pussy. He was still wearing his tight jeans, his massive cock protruding from his zipper. He was fingering his hairy nips as his hips ground hard into her pussy. But he wasn't even looking at Karen whose head was thrown back and who was softly moaning as the thick meat stretched her snatch. He was looking up at the hay loft.
Chris was in the hay loft butt naked except for his cowboy boots and bandanna around his neck. He was leaning back against a stack of hay bales while sitting on another. His legs were on either side of the bale as his ass was exposed. He was fingering his ass with one hand as he jerked his small cock with the other. He was fingering his ass as if it were the sweetest pussy on Earth. Derek and Chris were staring directly at each other.
Derek was fucking Karen at the same tempo as Chris fingered himself. As Chris' finger disappeared into his tight ass, Derek sank his fat cock into Karen's pussy. Chris nodded his head as he stared at Derek who himself licked his lips, his mouth watering as he lecherously watched the twink pleasuring himself.
Somebody yelled for Karen outside the barn. I slipped deeper into the shadows, as I heard them get closer. Karen sat up and pushed Derek away, his hard cock shiny from her wet pussy. She grabbed her panties and adjusted her skirt. She hobbled to the barn door, trying to put her panties on; finally she just shoved them in her pocket and left. I looked out a crack in the wall to the outside and could see Ray waving his arms and pointing to a plume of smoke out where the grill pit was located. Then they both ran off.
I turned back to Derek who had his shirt draped around his neck, one finger hooked in his pocket as he leaned against a wooden pole. His thick hard cock still jutted out of his zipper as he watched Chris throw his swim trunks and towel down from the hay loft and quickly jump down the ladder himself.
Chris picked up his trunks and towel and balled them up in front of his boy cock. He seductively shook is hips as he approached the big alpha stud watching him. Derek was grinning with a bit of straw between his teeth.
Chris ran a hand across the hairy muscled chest and down the ripped abs, almost purring. Derek flexed his arm and Chris leaned in to lick the bulging bicep. Derek grabbed the twink's long hair with his other hand, pulling him to him and forcing his tongue into Chris' mouth.
"Suck my fuckin' big cock," Derek said, pulling his lips away and pushing Chris to the hay-strewn ground.
Derek, his hand still clutching the long hair, forced the boy's head back and pushed the head of his cock between the eager lips. But he didn't stop pushing until Chris gagged on the thick member. Derek pulled back a bit as Chris gasped in a breath, and then he sank his cock back down his throat. Chris gurgled as Derek sneered, sinking further down the boy's throat. Derek was giving no mercy to Chris as he lodged his cock deep down his throat.
Tears ran down Chris' cheeks as the massive cock stretched his throat, gagging him. Derek pushed the boy's head against his hairy crotch trying to gain another inch down the tight throat.
"Fuckin' throat feels like the best virgin cunt. Gawd, I want to own ya mouth pussy, boy," Derek growled as he pulled out a bit and sank back in.
Derek began to face fuck Chris. Both of his hands were griping the long blond hair, forcing Chris to take all of the hard meat into his throat. Chris was giving guttural moans every time Derek bucked his hips back and forth.
I was stoking my own cock and didn't notice as Ben snuck up beside me. My eyes went wide and I had almost jumped out of my pants as he slid next to me. He looked down at my hard cock leaking precum and looked out of the crack in the wall at Derek punishing Chris' throat. As he watched he grabbed my cock and started milking it. He had a finger to lips, gesturing for me to keep quiet.
