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The orange rays of the sun found their way through the woods and covered the small camp made up of two tents, and a small campfire, crackling too loudly from the half-wet firewood. The two men set up camp in a small clearing just outside the woods near a cliff. The third man, Ethel, didn’t do much to help. He did gather some stones and neatly place them around the campfire he made. He then brushed the horses and fed them the apple Joseph gave him to eat. Afterward, he turned back to the camp, walking near the edge of the cliff, kicking small rocks along the way, with the camp ahead of him, and the woods on his left, where the red sun is going down.
Ethel wasn’t less muscular or smaller than the other two men, they were both in their thirties while Ethel was twenty-something, he stopped counting once everyone started treating him as an adult. He had on a long-sleeved white shirt that was missing a few buttons, showing a big portion of his muscular chest, and his brown cheap pants were too small for his thighs and ass. If only he had a new pair that fit him. He had his neck-long, brunette hair, covered with the wide-brimmed hat Oscar gave him, back when they first met. A light scruff and a mustache covered his white skin, his mustache is not as thick as Joseph’s or Oscar’s. He did look like a real cowboy, if only he knew how to handle a revolver without killing someone, he probably wouldn’t be here. He probably wouldn’t be running away.
This wasn’t how Ethel always lived his life, he had a more privileged lifestyle compared to Joseph and Oscar, who were bandits for a living, stealing a lot but never enough.
He was lucky Joseph spotted him, a few weeks ago, as he was passing by Canon Lake. Joe could see a naked figure by the shoreline, that’s where they struck their special deal.
“I’m heading into the woods to set some traps before nightfall,” Oscar said to Joseph, before exchanging looks with Ethel
“Alright,” replied Joseph. Ethel approached the camp as Oscar was leaving. Joseph was sitting on a log by the fire. He was a little taller than Ethel. He had his black boots, denim pants, and a white buttoned shirt under a brown leather jacket that accentuated his broad shoulders.
“Here’s my princess.” Joseph chuckled. “Where did you go?”
“With the horses. Figured I wouldn’t be much of a help.” Ethel replied, looking down. Joseph pulled him to sit down by his side and wrapped his arms around the other’s shoulder.
“You know Oscar didn’t mean what he said yesterday, he was just trying to get under your skin,” Joseph said in a husky, low voice, looking over at Ethel with a faint smile. Their hats are close together.
“Sure.” Ethel sighed. Joseph pulled him closer by his waist.
“Besides, he’s just jealous of the sounds you make when you’re with me. Maybe you should stay in his tent all night tonight, make him happy like you always do.”
“…”
“You know I’m not the only one whose debt you have to pay, Oscar has also helped you,” Joseph added after a moment of silence. Ethel looked back at Joseph, looking at his handsome square face lit by the near fire, the light beautifully blending with the blue of his eyes, barely covered by his hat.
“I know. I will.” Ethel finally said.
By nightfall Ethel was already in Joseph’s tent, the crackling of the burning wood was, for once, louder than their lewd sounds. Joseph was laying on his back against the bedroll, his hands behind his head, eyes closed and in bliss. His hat is placed on his face as if he’s asleep. A pair of pants folded next to him, but they weren’t his.
“MM~ ❤️ ~MMm!~ ❤️ ~Ah” Ethel was making all the noises, placed between Joseph’s clothed thighs. No one would ever guess that Ethel was a talented slut, he didn’t look the part, with his mustache and sturdy posture. Yet, here he is sucking a real cowboy’s cock, somehow fitting through the zipper. It’s quite impressive how Joseph can walk around with this monster somehow hidden in his undergarments. Meanwhile, Ethel’s ass was in the air, wearing nothing but his white shirt, bunched up at his chest, and his old cheap see-through white panties.
“Hmm…! mm ❤️ ~” Ethel was holding the base of the long uncut cock, kissing the pink head while looking at Joseph, hoping to see his reaction somehow. He started making out with the head and licking long stripes from his hairy testicle to the head and back down to burying his face in the cowboy’s testicles and drowning himself in his musk and sweat. He swallowed more than half his cock and felt proud, wanting nothing but to satisfy his man. He stopped and looked up, admiring Joseph’s mighty cock.
“Boy,” Joseph said in a gruff manner from under his hat. Ethel started slurping and sucking much faster, one hand jerking off what he couldn’t reach with his mouth, the other fondling his hairy testicles. Ethel’s moans started out shy but now they were melodies to Joseph’s ear. He knew his bitch was special… Their bitch.
Oscar came back to an empty camp, placing down the mushrooms and wild carrots he collected. He tied the small game he caught to the sturdy branch of the big oak tree at the camp. He turned around and headed to Joseph’s tent. He leaned down to push the rock that was holding down the flimsy entrance of the small tent. Oscar was greeted by Ethel’s ass and cunt in the air, the thin line of his panties barely hiding his holes considering how damp the piece of cloth is. Oscar has seen his ass many times before, but it looked glorious every single time. His ass was rounded and alluring, barely covering his pink hole in this position. Wet slurping sounds never halt. Joseph lifts his hat slightly with one finger, before dropping it back again.
“What is it?” He uttered lazily. The scent of Ethel’s cunt, and sweaty ass filled the tent, going straight into Oscar’s cock.
“If you’re not by the fire when dinner’s ready you’re not getting any. Both of you.” Oscar says sharply, eyes still locked on Ethel’s ass and the fine line hardly covering his hole and the light hair around it.
It’s been a few weeks since Ethel had asked Oscar to shave his ass and cunt for him, but he doesn’t see why the boy insists on shaving every once in a while. A cunt is a cunt , Oscar thought.
“Uh-mm” Ethel moans in agreement, still sucking and choking himself multiple times trying to swallow the entire shaft, trying his hardest.
Oscar left them and walked back to skin the small animal he caught. Hand on his crotch trying to tame his cock, but all he’s doing is dousing the fire. Oscar can’t help but recall the first time he fucked Ethel when they first met months ago.
The sun was beaming down, casting sharp shadows at their feet. Looking at the boy that day for the first time, he never thought he’d be hiding a pair of soft, rounded pecs, perky pink nipples, and a beautiful cunt under those rags he called clothes. At first, Oscar was confused as to why Joseph came back that day with the boy on his horse. When Joseph explained the deal he had with the boy to Oscar, Oscar got irritated. Why didn’t he consult with him first? He just saw the boy as another mouth to feed.
A mouth to feed.
That same day they met, Oscar had Ethel on horseback while they were riding back from town. Joseph was riding ahead of them to give his friend some privacy. Ethel was sitting on Oscar’s lap, his hand on his waist to keep the boy from falling, his cock speared through his cunt. The slow trot of the horse forces Ethel to bounce on Oscar’s cock at a pace he can’t control. A moan slips out of the boy every time he’s fully sheathed inside, bathing in the juices of the boy’s cunt. Ethel hadn’t even seen Oscar’s cock yet, but he was certainly feeling its size. The hand on his waist dipped down further to explore what he’s gonna be playing with for the next few hours, or at least until they find a safe spot to set up camp, away from the sheriff’s boys.
His long callused fingers reached where they were connected, and started rubbing his swollen pussy, stretched to its limits. It was the first fuck he’d had in a while, but he took his time, fondling the boy’s clit, and getting his hands wet. He had to start soothing the boy and shushing him like a baby whenever he started shifting uncomfortably following the horse’s movement on the rough soil. Oscar didn’t mind, the boy’s cunt was tight and warm around his cock, slowly changing his mind into thinking Joe might’ve been right.
A few hours later, the sun lost some of its heat. They reached a paved pathway that eased the horse’s movements. Ethel has already reached his orgasm a few times. The bottom of his pants soaking wet, as well as the front of Oscar’s jeans. The friction was enough for Oscar to reach his orgasm as well. Ethel felt the cock inside him releasing on his walls as he was held by his waist with two hands, Oscar messily kissing his neck and holding him close, a white burst of cum after another painting the insides of Ethel’s cunt with pent-up sperm, filling the space with warm liquid while shuddering a sigh behind his ear.
“Fuck” Oscar muttered breathily. He took a second to catch his breath.
“What’s your name, boy?” Oscar said.
“Ethel… What's yours?” Oscar didn’t respond. Instead, he took off his hat and put it on the boy’s head. His half-hard cock is still buried in his cunt, keeping all the mess inside, they’ll deal with it later. Oscar pricked his horse with the spurs on his boots to catch up with Joseph, still holding the boy close to his chest.
“That smells great!” Joseph said, approaching the campfire while zipping his pants. Ethel walked just behind him, wearing nothing but his long-sleeved open shirt and his wet panties, the shape of his cunt clear as day. Oscar had to stop himself from staring to look into Ethel’s eyes.
“Sorry about what I said yesterday, about you being a useless whore.” Oscar said. Ethel sat beside him on the ground.
“It’s okay,” Ethel said with a faint smile.