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 dick 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 dick.
“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.
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