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I know I mentioned that I wasn't going to do a sequel to Rammin', but I haven't done a m/m story in a while and there aren't any in my queue so I needed to cleanse my pallet and these two are what I wound up cleansing it with. Ram & Lamb in a car, what do you think happens?

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In the parking lots of some campuses an old Ford four wheel drive pick-up would have stuck out like a sore thumb, but a lot of Purdue’s student body consisted of country boys and girls and with the fall semester over, a lot of them were being picked up in… well, pick-ups. But I didn’t have trouble finding Roy’s since the ram was outside the car. Unless you were both blind and deaf you couldn’t really miss Roy in a crowd. And it looked like he wasn’t alone.

“Hey, looks like my fare’s here!” he said, loud and in his usual drawl but… fuck, gotta admit I missed it and couldn’t keep from smiling in spite of my best efforts. The girl he was talking to - blonde, freckled and while taller than me still not near Roy’s seven feet - was also smiling which means Roy had just started talking and hadn’t had time to say enough to get him either laid or smacked. “Jesse, this is Bethany and Beth this is… fuck, what am I thinking, you two probably know each other!” the ram said, dropping a nice, juicy f-bomb in front of the girl looking at me as she tried to put a name to the face.

“I think I’ve seen you around, but we’ve never been introduced. Nice to meet you, Jesse…” she said, with a drawl I was willing to bet she’d managed to keep well-hidden until she’d started talking to Roy. He tends to have that effect on people.

“Same here.”

“Well, I won’t keep you. Nice talkin’ to you, Roy…” she said, and I swear there was pink under those freckles. Normally it was to be expected mid-December in Indiana but it was uncharacteristically balmy this week.

“You take care, girl!” he called out after her, getting an over-the-shoulder glance before Bethany left them. “Fuck man, it’s good to see you, don’t get me wrong, but if you’d been like… fifteen minutes late I’d have found out if Bethany’s freckled all over…” he said. Still the same old Roy I remembered from September.

“What makes you think you had a chance? You just met her like what… five minutes ago?”

“I know man, but you saw the way she was looking at me… the way she was listening to me. She sure as hell didn’t give a damn about what I had to say, but I’m fresh out of the country and all these farm-girls are just itching for a taste of home, you know what I mean?”

“Yeah, I see what you mean. Now let’s get in the truck before anyone else does…” I said, pointing with my eyes as the distinct outline in Roy’s pants. I tossed my bag on the backseat and sat shotgun next to the big ram.

“So, is that for me or for Beth?” I asked, pointing at the still persistent bulge in Roy's jeans.

“Well Beth’s not here, so I guess I’m all yours…”

“I’m honored…”

“Awwww, don’t sulk on me lamb-chop! Tell you what - I could have made that girl squeal, scream, made her call me anything from ‘daddy’ to ‘God’, but I sure as shit couldn’t make her go…”

“I get it!” I cut him off. I wasn’t in the right mindspace to be reminded of the noises he could coax out of me.

Roy kept his fleece trimmed close to show off what was, in all honesty, a pretty amazing body, so it came as no surprise that even on a (relatively) balmy December day he’d worn nothing but jeans and a leather jacket over a beat-up old Van Halen t-shirt. But he’d cranked up the heat in the pickup, so I found myself ditching my jacket as well.

“Heh, what happened? First time doin’ your own laundry and you shrunk all your clothes?”

“They haven’t shrunk, this is the fashion…” I said.

West Lafayette was hardly a metropolis, but it was a college town with a trendy, urban vibe, at least for a country-refugee like me. I’d gotten used to my new environment which honestly suited me better than back home. Roy was still the same old Roy, but it seemed I’d changed in the past few months. At least the tight shirt and skinny jeans, anyway.

“Well your momma will be glad to see you like that. She’s been worrying if you’re eating enough over there, imagine how happy she’ll be to see how you’ve filled out your clothes!” he said, laughing his ass off as he took us out on the highway. “So, you getting any action with that outfit?”

“Actually, yeah. I kinda started seeing this girl about a month ago. Her name’s Beatrice…”

“You got any pics of this woman who made a man out of my lamb?” he said, and in spite of my best judgment I flicked at my phone before turning the screen towards him.

“Whooooa, look at that! Now that’s what I call a woman! She looks more like my size though, you sure you can handle a girl like that?”

“I can ‘handle’ her just fine…” I said, although I know we seem like a bit of an odd pair whenever people see us together around campus. Bea isn’t much taller than me but she is noticeably heavier, which is more my fault for being scrawny than hers for being heavy. I can’t really complain since most of the weight is up here and down there, still youthful, firm and bouncy. Enough to get a randy ram drooling at a fairly innocent photo of her.

“Lucky you then. Okay, so that’s the picture you’re gonna show your folks, so you got anything better for me?”

“No.” I tossed back, not that it would faze him.

“Well, just to make you feel bad about that, why don’t you open the glove compartment…”

“What’s in it?” I asked, putting my phone away.

“Well you weren’t home for your nineteenth birthday, but I still got you a little something…”

“And this is it?” I asked, holding up a bottle of Jack Daniels with a bow tied around the neck.

“Well I figured: What do you get someone who’s a legal adult but still too young to buy liquor?”

“Put a lot of thought in, did you?”

“Hey, it’s the thought that counts! So this Beatrice… she trusts you to behave while you’re away?”

“It’s not… we still aren't exclusive or anything.” I said, kinda tiptoeing around the truth. Bea is pretty open about things and she admitted on our first night together that she really dug the ‘twink vibe’ I had going. I was in a very… candid mood so I confessed I had bottomed before, and since she got really into that I gave her as much detail about what it felt like without letting it slip who did the deed, or exactly what kind of noises I made. She made it clear that she understood that I might have needs that a woman can’t fill and as long as I’m honest she didn’t mind me being with a man. I also kinda got the impression that she’d love to be a fly on the wall while it was happening, so I’m really glad she’d gone home yesterday and didn’t see me and Roy together. Pretty sure she would have put two and two together even if he didn’t open his big mouth and spell it out for her.

“Shit, man! On one hand I wanna say that a girl like that is something you lock down, but if you are allowed to stray that kinda works out for me…”

“What do you mean?”

“C’mon, remember what we talked about the summer before you left for school?”

“We didn’t talk about it, you wouldn’t shut up about… what are you doing?” I asked as his hand went for his zipper.

“C’mon, it’s gas, grass or ass, no one rides for free…”

“Nice try. This is dad’s truck and unless you have a receipt I’m betting he filled up the tank.”

“Well, you got me…” he said, and still pulled down his zipper.

“What are you…”

“Just getting comfy. It’s a long ride home after all…” he said, with one hand on the wheel and the other in his jeans. By the time he was done he was sitting spread-legged, with a very clear outline against the inside of his left thigh. Yup, as big as I remember it. And attached to as big of a jackass as I remember!

The air freshener in the truck was due for a replacement and hadn’t managed to hide the admittedly pleasant smell of Roy's freshly shorn fleece. He showered before he came to pick me up, which says something. Whenever he had reason to expect one of my visits he always did me the courtesy of showering, probably guessing I wouldn’t go anywhere near him or his cock if he smelled like he’d been working all day in the field. Not that there was a lot of field work in December, so the horny bastard was definitely expecting to get lucky.

And I could tell that he still washed with that lump of hard lye soap, like some god-damned pioneer or something. It was strong but unscented, which might actually be clever on his part. Fleece - even close-cropped like his was- had a scent unlike bare skin, a subtle and pleasant one that was at odds with the crude jackass it emanated from. In the cab of a pick-up with the heat blasting there was no escaping it. Cloying, familiar…

“And just what are you doing?” he asked, grinning from horn to horn as I let my hand settle on his crotch.

“Never you mind what I’m doing, just watch the road!” I spat back. Fuck, why couldn’t he just be the strong silent type?

“Hey, my hands are on ten-and-two…” he drawled. My own hand was on two right now and… I never measured him but I think he’s an inch short of ten. Maybe. “Feel that? That’s how pent up I’ve been while you’ve been elbow deep in big-tittied co-eds…”

I rolled my eyes at that while resisting the urge to roll his nuts. Sex with Beatrice was amazing, but memories of being inside her or of touching what in all honesty were really big tits didn’t stop me from touching Roy’s pair. Pretty huge, but hard instead of soft. I didn’t buy that pent-up bullshit though. Even with me around he could always find action whenever he felt like it, especially in winter when the work on the farm is slow and the nights are long. This is… a day, maybe two without nutting. If he went celibate for a week he wouldn't fit into these jeans.

My own were feeling snug as I split my attention between the dull highway ahead of us and the exciting bulges in the denim below. I haven’t looked at a single male at school, even though my looks caused some to approach me. But less than ten minutes in a truck with Roy and I was moving on from fondling his balls to brushing my fingers along the length of mutton outlined against the leg of his jeans. I wasn’t lying when I said Bea gave me the green light to be with a man if I needed to. Didn’t think it would be this soon. I was going to do it tonight. It would be a little cold in that barn he spent most of his free time in, but I’d warm up easy enough. I’ll probably be able to see my breath as I make the… noises. Until then…

Ever try to undo someone else’s belt-buckle one-handed, with your left hand, while looking away? I actually kept it up for a minute before sighing, twisting in my seat and opening Roy’s fly and fishing him out. Just like I remembered it, but after months of going without… well, absence makes the heart grow fonder. A shaft so pale it was almost white and a pale-pink at the tip. Semi soft, even though the tip was already leaking. Roy liked to brag that he didn’t pop random boners, and that his cock knew when it had work to do.

I wrapped my hand around it, thumb and middle finger touching, but barely. I bit my lip as I grasped the tumescent length, still at that stage when it had a bit of bend and give to it. Not yet the length of steel-hard flesh that made it clear why rams were for battering. It was still flopping a little as I stroked up and down, trying to seem only semi-interested as my hand became wetter. Roy groaned and leaned back, resting one forearm against the window. Closed! The bastard knew what his smell was doing to me, especially now that it wasn’t just fleece making my nose twitch.

“What happened to ten-and-two?” I asked.

“You’re not using both hands, why should I? Of course, if being a college-boy makes you too good to get your hands dirty, you could always have a little taste of home…” he said, not bothering to look at me, which was fair since I was avoiding looking at either of his heads.

It’s not like he put the idea in my head. It was in there but he’d just casually aired it out. Anyone passing us by couldn’t see what I was doing, the truck was too high, but they could see me awkwardly sitting next to a smiling Roy and blushing like a radish. So might as well duck out of sight.

He didn’t say anything, but he did get comfy and spread his legs enough to give me room as I twisted in my seat, getting as comfortable as I could in an… unfamiliar position. I wasn’t a stranger to kneeling between Roy’s legs or just draping myself over his makeshift couch and his thigh while I sucked him off, but this was the first time I’d done it in a car. One thing was familiar - the scent. And the taste, I guess.

He kept mercifully quiet, maybe worried that if he said something I’d feel compelled to reply and take my mouth off his cock. I hadn't done this in months but we’d made good use of the summer before I went to college. The hand gripping it was still as I twirled my tongue around the leaky glans, my eyes growing lidded as the taste brought back…intense memories. Fuck, I can’t believe I’m doing this - the thing he’d pestered me about right until I left for school. I knew nobody could actually see me. Heck, this was probably safer than doing it at night in the barn where my parents could - theoretically- have caught us. I kinda tensed up whenever I heard the rev of someone passing us on the road. I didn’t dare look up at Roy because I was sure he was wearing his blowjob expression. People could see him, and would probably read the ram’s face like a book.

None of this was actually making his cock any less appetizing though. I’d quit my swirling and pushed my tongue out past my bottom lip because I’d need every spare bit of room in my mouth just to take part of him. I was still stroking him and feeling him get fully hard in my grip and knew that the best I could do was to get my lips to touch a hand wrapped around the base of his shaft.

My jaw was straining as the glans slid back along my tongue, with enough left outside of my mouth for me to stroke. Roy was fully hard now and throbbing both against my tongue and in my grip as I pushed my free hand under his cock to fondle his heavy sack, nearly spilling out of my seat as I sought some remotely comfortable position.

This was as far as I was intending to go, which was new for us. I didn’t really give him a lot of blowjobs because he sure as hell hasn’t - and will never - give me any. It was mostly just a way of getting him ready for the main attraction. That would have to wait until tonight, so I was just… fuck, I’m either a slut or I’ve missed him more than I’m willing to admit to myself. I was now kneeling on my own seat and resting my chest against his thigh as I pushed my face deeper into his crotch, relaxing my throat as the tip tickled the back of it.

I can’t really deep-throat the ram, but I figured I was doing a good job, considering what he was packing. My tongue was sticking out and a little bit of drool was running from between the lips wrapped around the hard rod, even though I was doing my best to swallow. My eyes were growing lidded and I found myself softly moaning around my mouthful. I could tell he switched hands since the one that had been on the wheel was tousling my hair, moving down along the thin tight shirt covering my back, settling on the very snug jeans covering my ass. The ass that was going to get it tonight, I could tell by the way Roy was squeezing.

I was getting really into it, with the moaning and the two hands squeezing and fondling everything they could reach. Enough not to really pay attention to the rumble of a truck passing us, or the fact that the rumble was keeping up with us, suggesting the truck was doing the same. It was only when I heard the god-damned horn that I made the mistake of looking up. Our pickup was tall so most cars couldn’t see me, but the eighteen-wheeler was tall enough for the bloodhound at the wheel to see what I was doing, and now to see my face as well. The dog was grinning and I… well I had to hide my face from shame and so…

Roy was laughing so hard that I could feel his god-damned balls twitch in my palm as the honking truck sped away, the driver happy with the show he got and no doubt already re-telling it on the squawk-box. And Roy was laughing his ass off while my mouth was still wrapped around him, the fucking jackass! I should have emasculated him right then and there, but he did have the wheel and these were his only redeeming qualities.

Okay, so some trucker saw you. He’s probably from out of state, you’re never gonna see him again, so no biggie. Thinking like that got it easier to get back to what I was doing. Somehow the idea of stopping didn’t occur to me. The hand moving back to my head should have been a hint because I know Roy liked the feel of my ass more than he did the feel of my hair. When the shaft I was slurping began to twitch I took that as my cue and I tried to pull off, but a big, beefy hand was keeping me right where I was. Nor could I actually scream at Roy to let me up. There was nothing I could do, at least not in time, and once the time was up all I could do was swallow. The first spurt hit the back of my throat and fucked up that plan because I started sputtering as Roy kept spraying.

My mouth was as stuffed as it could get so my next cough had spunk shooting out of my nose before I managed to get a grip and start gulping his load down, the same mess that would require me to put in a tampon once we finished fucking just so I could make it to the bathroom back in the house without leaking. He only moved his hand once he was done and I pulled off his still hard shaft, wiping my mouth and nose as I gasped for breath.

“Ughhhhhh!” I grimaced, sticking my tongue out. I’d tasted Roy before and while I kinda like licking up his pre, the bitter/bleachy cum was something I preferred to do without. And that was just one spurt before I pulled my mouth off, not the whole god-damned load!

“Wash that down with your birthday present…” he advised, not minding my glare as I opened the bottle and took a swig. It burned going down but it did kill the taste of mutton. So did the second swig.

“What, ain’t you gonna share?” Roy asked.

“Not with my designated driver. Besides, you weren’t asking to share when I had a mouthful of your spunk, did you? What the fuck got into you? You never pushed me down like that!”

“You know, for a college boy you ain’t too bright. When we’re back home we can make as much of a mess as we want. So did you want me blowing my load all over the cab of your dad’s truck, or all over your face? Before you answer, keep in mind wet-wipes only go so far and your momma isn’t gonna give you a chance to wash it before she starts kissing your cheeks.”

“You…! I knew you’d wait until your cock wasn’t between my teeth before you mentioned mom.” I huffed. Not that I ever gave any credence to his half-innuendos about my mother since she wasn’t the type to be caught dead fooling around with anyone and least of all a horny hayseed like Roy. But he knew it got my dander up and never missed a chance. He also knew I couldn’t storm out in a huff while in a truck speeding down the highway through miles and miles of fields.

“You figure that’s gonna go down by the time momma gives you a welcome home hug?” he said, pointing with his eyes at the erection my snug jeans couldn’t hide.

“You want me to jack off while you watch?” I asked.

“Nah, I owe you one for draining my nuts, and I always make sure to leave a girl happy. That’s why they keep comin’ back…”

“I’m not one of your girls…” I said, and it might have been harder to say with conviction if the scotch hadn't washed the taste of his cum from my mouth.

“That’s right, you're my lamb. So for starters, prove to me those jeans aren’t painted on and shimmy outta them…”

If I hadn't taken those two swigs I might have said no. But I had a habit of getting a little buzzed just to dampen that instinct to tell Roy to go fuck himself when he gets too crude to be cute. He’d gone a little soft, but the cock that he wasn’t in a hurry to stuff back into his pants was still mostly hard, and the sight of it had me pushing my pants down until they were crumpled up on the floor of the cab.

“Nice! You still shaving down there?” he said, eyeing my crotch.

“Yeah. Bea likes it…”

“I’m gonna have to meet that girl. Now the glove-box…” he said.

“And what am I looking f-... oh…” I said as I dug out the small plastic tub, still a little slippery. “You were expecting to get this lucky?”

“Nah I used to be a boy scout. You know - always prepared…”

“You?”

“Scout’s honor…” said the horny bastard with his dick still out and eager for action.

“Now as you know, I love nothing more than fingering that boy-pussy… well, except for fucking that boy-pussy… but this time I’m gonna need you to do the prepwork yourself.” he said, glancing towards me. “Or we could just wait until tonight…” he said after catching sight of my expression.

Yeah, wait until tonight… it wasn’t even noon yet. Nor was he in a hurry to put his dick away, at least not in his pants. So I heaved a sigh and opened up the tub of what I pretended not to know was veterinary lube. It had been a while since I’ve had to do this myself, and I’ve never done it in the passenger seat. I scooted forward, scooped up and pushed my hand down there. After that proved to be really awkward I raised my legs and planted my feet on the dash, legs spread apart. This… okay, I could work with this. I started with one finger, but quickly added a second, getting in deep as I could while Roy kept stealing glances my way, making me wonder if his plan was just to watch me finger myself next to him. I was up to three fingers, with my cock hard and leaking on my shaved pubis when the pickup shook as he drove off the road and onto the rough dirt beside it before killing the engine. He took his shirt off, either because he was hot or because he was trying to make me hot. I was chewing my lip and pumping faster as I watched him either way.

“Now let’s see if you did as good a job as I do…” he said, adjusting his seat until it went back as far as it could go and just waiting for me to…

“What… right here?”

“This thing doesn’t have a back-seat, so unless you want me to bend you over the tailgate while I take your tail…”

“Okay, fine!” I said already clambering over. What did I really expect from Roy? A motel room? Fuck, maybe on our honeymoon…

I wasn’t going to turn him down and finish things myself, and he knew it before I began clambering onto him. The seat was far enough back that it looked more like he was laying down than sitting up, smirking as he watched me. I still had my shirt on but it was tight enough to leave nothing to the imagination. Even my nipples were poking through as something else poked against my cheeks.

I had the weirdest kind of Deja-vu right then - seeing myself on top of Beatrice as I aimed myself and imagining the sight of Roy's cock as I grasped it and aimed him at my hole. The same kind of excitement, the same urge to hold my breath. I rubbed the last of the lube off on his tip even though he was leaking so much he hardly needed it. I had one hand braced against his chest - broad and hard and covered in that short fuzz that was always a thrill to touch. For all I knew he’d been shorn this morning…

I got his glans between my cheeks but was having a hard time getting him in. I was rushing things, and not just because I was horny. While I was straddling him upright like this I could be seen, just above the shoulders. Not a weird sight, someone might have taken me for the driver if I wasn’t facing the wrong way! I little more, a shift of my hips… the kiss of heat against the slick mess I’d made of my pucker. My hand trembled just a little as I held him steady and pushed back, opening up and…

“Unnnnnghh…” I groaned, feeling myself stretch wider and wider and then grow taut as his tip slipped in. I was grimacing as I fought the reflex to clench.

“Seriously?” Roy asked, laying his heavy hands on my hips.

“Yes - seriously! It’s been months since… just… give me a sec…”

“Man, college made my lamb soft…” he said as I laid myself on top of him, relaxing once I rested my weight on the hard, warm body that could so easily carry it. “Remember the last few nights before you left? Shit, you got so good you could take me like-”

I didn’t kiss Roy just then because I was a romantic, or because I missed him. I mean, I did honestly, but I got good at telling when he was about to say something that would infuriate me. What was the end of that sentence going to be - ‘your mom’ or ‘a slut’? I’d rather not know. So he just stuck his tongue deeper into my mouth and I pushed back so he went deeper in the other end too.

He had a point - we’d spent a lot of summer nights together in that barn, during which I’d let him have me just about any way he could think of and took him any way I could think of when he was too tired or just too lazy to do it himself. I shimmied down, feeling my insides adjust to take more and more of that hard, pale cock while my own stiffy was rubbing against the short-cropped fleece. I think I’d taken him all the way, or near enough when a wince told me I was at my limit. I knew I could eventually take him all the way, as long as we had time, and I didn’t really feel comfortable enough to take it slow. We broke the kiss and I just laid my head at the divot of his chest as I caught my breath.

“Knew you missed me…” Roy murmured, and I could hear his cocky grin as he let his hands slip low and started kneading my ass, strong hoof-nailed fingers digging deep enough to make me groan.

I did though. Sex with Bea was amazing - she was really frisky and I loved her body. But resting on Roy’s muscular bulk while feeling his heartbeat inside me...

It was intense, more so because we were doing it in public, because I got so horned up I couldn’t wait ten hours or so. No regrets though, not with what Roy calls my ‘boy pussy’ wrapped snug around that throbbing cock. Not with his hands kneading my ass like bread dough. I began to move, both because we had little time and because I wasn’t in the mood for slow. Back and forth, only moving a few inches off and feeling my pucker cling to every one.

I was lying flat against him, my hands on his broad shoulders, forearms against his chest and my own dripping cock sandwiched between us. I could feel him throbbing in me, twitching as things back there got messier with my tight ring milking pre from an already leaking tip. Only a preview though. Even though he’d shot a load down my throat I had little doubt he had another one churning and just itching to spray his… lamb. I was keeping quiet for now but I knew it wouldn’t last. It never did.

I was reliving it again - all the things I’d described to Beatrice while we cuddled together, the cute, curvy country girl pressing herself against me, kissing my cheek and neck as I described what it felt to have a male fuck me while she ground herself against my thigh. Maybe she thought I was making it up just to turn her on? The big buff (but otherwise nondescript) male either on top of me or under me like now. Another male’s cock pushing against my ass, spreading me open until it abruptly slipped in, sliding deeper until it claimed me.

I never told her about the noises though. Oh God, I think I could just about live through her seeing Roy fuck me like a slut as long as she didn’t have audio. It was okay right now - groans, sighs… a moan here and there. Fuck, I did miss this… the fulness, the heat. Him hard against me and him hard inside me. The scent of him… of us, in every breath I took and the taste of his cock lingering on my tongue in spite of the liquor… maybe I was just imagining that part?

I felt my back flex and arch as I slid back and forth along his cock, smoother and faster. I felt like my hair was standing on end, it felt electric… fuck, it was! My tight shirt’s synthetic fibers were rubbing against his fleece. You could probably stick a light-bulb in my mouth right now and it would glow. Roy wound up sticking his tongue in.

I was running out of breath and glad of his muzzle on my mouth, muffling the increasingly obscene sounds. But just then he pulled away, smirking and groping me as I gasped and moaned, almost but not quite what he wanted. Not far though. The thick cock I was riding was milking my prostate and I'd leaked enough to soak the fuzz covering his lower belly, giving the shorn fleece a thrillingly slimy texture, to say nothing of the heat. Every time I slid off Roy I could feel my ass flex, clinging hard and pressing my button right against the hot mass sliding out before I relaxed just in time to impale myself again. Soon I was speeding up, bouncing my butt against him fast enough to make it impossible to tell when he was going out and when he was slipping back in.

It didn’t matter. I pushed my face into his neck, drooling a little into his fleece as I gripped his shoulders hard. I felt myself clench around him but I was still trying to move, right until the first rope of my cum spurted between us and my ass began the rhythmic pulses that would try to coax his cum into me even as my body rid itself of my own load.

“Hold on Lamb-chop, I’m gonna get mine…” he said, the voice deep enough that I could feel it rumbling through the chest pressed against my own. I was still cumming when he said that, still cumming as he gripped my ass hard and thrust.

“Bhhaaa-hhaaaaa!”

“Fuck, that’s what I wanted to hear!” Roy growled and just started jack-hammeering up into me while holding me down against him.

The noises I made as he drilled me did not disappoint, I’m sure. I was done cumming but with a horny ram hammering my prostate it didn’t feel like it, nor was my cock likely to go soft while sandwiched between us and rubbing around in the mess it made. I didn’t complain when he teased me about the lamb noises, didn’t complain when he smacked my ass as if pummeling it wasn’t enough.

I almost missed his own orgasm because he never stopped rutting me. I just noticed things getting wetter and hotter back there, the noises obscene as his pistoning churned out what my body couldn’t hold. And he was filling me as fast as the stuff was squirting out, grunting away while I gasped against the fur of his neck. By the time he stopped breeding my ass my own cock was a floppy worm trapped between us and the ass still plugged by a still hard ram rod was an absolute mess. Not that I minded. Not that I could with my brain still struggling to get back to working order. I winced briefly as my own ‘bleats’ echoed in my head when the softening shifting mass buried between my cheeks brought to mind practical concerns.

“Awwww… f-fuck! I don’t… I didn’t bring any…” I panted, while Roy dug around in the little compartment of the driver-side door and fished out a pack of tampons.

“Told you I used to be a boy scout…”

“Really? There’s a few missing… fuck, I don’t even wanna…”

“After you left, I had enough sense to sneak into your room and rummage around a little. Just on the off-chance that a smart kid might be dumb enough to leave this lying around where his parents might find it. So shut up and plug up…”

“It’s… your mess anyway…” I said, pushing the damned thing in.

“...and we’ll stop at the first rest stop so you can clean my mess up. Unless you want to hug your momma smelling like me and carrying my load?”

“F-fuck you…”

“After lights out, in the barn. And bring the tampons…"