I stifled a groan as my c**k shot. He aimed it to the side, the bench soon covered in sticky spunk, a pool of it that dripped down to the dirt below. And as my ass clenched around his thick tool, he shot as well, filling my ass, bucking me like I’d soon be bucking that bronco.
Panting, I told him, “Good luck out there, Taza.”
“No need luck,” he panted back. “Have this.” He touched his fingertip to his head. “And this.” It went to his heart. “And…this.” It went to mine.
“That you do,” I replied, the kiss repeated again and again.
* * * *
We watched some of the competition after that, but our minds were clearly on our own upcoming battles, on wondering if we’d even get to compete at all.
As to that, the sign-up feller found us just before the bronco bucking was to begin. “You’re in,” h
