Western Bodies

The ranch was vast and few had reason to come down to the river, so there was no concern that the noise they were making in their rutting at the river’s edge would be noted. But as luck would have it, Enrique Abarca was out riding the range near the river that day and did hear to sounds of rough sex. He wasn’t all that surprised what he would find by checking the commotion out. He had seen the looks that Isaac and Kawa had shared of recent times and knew he would have to do something about that. He was loathe to lose either one of them, though, and had been putting off the inevitable. He also knew the horse Isaac rode and the pony Kawa owned and the two were tethered together on this side of the river as he approached. The ranch owned a string of horses, but both Isaac and Kawa, as was the case with most of the cowboys working on the ranch, owned their own as a well.

He slowly moved through the bushes and then the trees and held up on the other side of the stand of blackberry bushes from the river. He saw what he expected to see as far as Isaac fucking Kawa, but the circumstances—Kawa being hogtied and fully taken as a captive—surprised and aroused him.

Abarca didn’t interrupt or disturb the two naked men in full fuck. This was a new way to him of one man taking another, and since it already was in full rut and he hadn’t prevented it from happening, he decided just to enjoy watching it for now. He unbuttoned and flared his jeans, freed his engorging erection, and stroked himself off while he watched the coupling. He came before either of them did their second time, stuffed himself back into his jeans, buttoned them up, and stole away, giving the two fucking men no idea he had been there and had watched them.

He would take care of this later. He couldn’t say he was surprised it had happened.