Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 49178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
I hit send before I could overthink things. Control of my body had been handed over to the caveman that lived inside me.
SAM: Fuck, Benny… that’s really hot.
BENNY: You have me stroking right now.
SAM: I’m jerking too.
Holy shit. I briefly considered inviting him over. Not like he’d have to deal with any traffic on his way, but the caveman ceased his ugga uggas long enough for me to hold back. This didn’t need to be rushed.
BENNY: Close your eyes. Imagine it’s my hand around your cock. Spit on it. Stroke faster.
My breaths came in faster bursts. I fisted my full balls, cock leaking what seemed like a river of precum. I don’t think I’d ever gotten this fucking wet before. What was Sam doing to me?
SAM: I’m honestly getting close.
BENNY: Good, so am I. Keep jerking yourself off.
SAM: I am. I’m so fucking hard.
God damnnnn, he wants me to melt.
BENNY: Me too. I’m using my precum as lube, you’ve got me dripping.
SAM: Oh fuck, Benny, you’re gonna make me bust.
I jerked off harder, feeling the precipice slam into me as I read his words. My toes curled and my legs stretched out, cum shooting out of my cock, hitting my chin and chest. Just behind me, I heard the muffled moans of someone experiencing the same exact pleasure I’d just been given.
Then, without me asking for anything, Sam sent a picture. It showed his flushed pink chest covered in cum.
SAM: You made me make a mess.
His photo was enough to keep me hard. I sent him a picture showing him just how messy he made me.
BENNY: We’re even then.
SAM: Haha guess so.
SAM: Thanks for keeping me entertained. Maybe coming back wasn’t such a bad idea after all ;)
I huffed out a laugh.
BENNY: Clearly it wasn’t. Alright, get some sleep. You have to be up at six with the rest of us.
SAM: Six?! I haven’t woken up that early in years.
BENNY: Well then welcome back, buddy.
SAM: Right. Six it is. Night.
I locked my phone and laid in bed for a while, both basking in the afterglow of such a great orgasm and questioning what the hell I was doing with my life. I’d been feeling like I was in a rut for a while now. Was this just me trying any way I could to break out of that? Was I asking to get hurt again? Or was this something entirely different? Could this be the beginning of something new?
Whatever it was, I wasn’t going to figure it out tonight.
7
SAM
I wiped the sweat off my brow with a corner of my already drenched T-shirt. Thankfully it was black, so I didn’t look like a splotchy and melting mess.
Since when did it get so damn hot in Oklahoma? I couldn’t remember ever feeling like I was in the second circle of hell when I lived here, but maybe that was nostalgia talking. Or possibly climate change.
One or the other.
“How ya doing out here, Sam?”
I looked up from the food trough I’d been cleaning out. Sky walked toward me with a beaming smile, their bright green hair matching a wrist full of green bracelets in all different shades. They were pretty new to the ranch, having practically stumbled onto it after chasing a storm—or, I guess in Sky’s case, after being chased by a storm.
It was likely one of their luckiest days yet, considering that tornado led them directly into the arms of Beau and Pris. The trio were nearly inseparable, their connection as clear as day.
It was nice to see. That’s something I loved about Rainbow Ranch. It served as a haven—not just for the animals that lived on the property or the teens who came seeking purpose, but also as a safe space for expressing yourself and live free from judgment. Maybe that’s why I loved living in the city, too. It was a different kind of safe space. The multitude of people and personalities and cultures made it easier to blend into the crowd.
But at Rainbow Ranch, there was no blending in, and no need to, either. Everyone’s individuality was celebrated equally.
“I’m doing alright,” I said, feeling beads of sweat drip down my shoulders. “Hot as balls out here, though.”
“Want some water?”
“Nah, I was just about to head inside for lunch anyway.”
“Oh, you might want to hurry. Benny made some killer mac and cheese bites. His cooking is trouble.” They rubbed their belly, grinning.
“Trust me, I know. He’s always been a great chef. Even in high school. He’d cook up the wildest, tastiest dishes. It was impressive. Especially at that age, when microwaving a Hot Pocket was already difficult enough.”
Sky laughed at that. They leaned against the barn door, sunlight painting the red wood slats behind them in bold strokes of gold. They wore a red and white plaid shirt half-tucked into their torn jeans. “You two have known each other since high school?”