“Lean over the tailgate, Ricky. I’m gonna fuck ya’ll here and now, out in the open, where anybody can see me doin’ you, my pretty little blond angel. Anyone, a rancher, a ranch hand, another cowboy, anyone can ride by and see me takin’ ya,” Mav whispered into Ricky’s ear. He knew that this far out, the chances of anyone riding by, were somewhere between slim and none, but nevertheless, he could hear Ricky’s excited rapid breathing. He smiled to himself as Ricky bent forward over the tailgate, widening his legs as Maverick slid a thick thigh between them.
“Fuck me, Mav,” Ricky moaned as Maverick dropped to his jean covered knees behind him. Ricky yelped as Maverick grabbed his butt cheeks, pulling them apart, and just as quickly, slid his tongue around Ricky’s rim, poking it inside the tight hole. “Jesus, Mav! Jesus!” Ricky cried out. “Yeah, oh Mav, tongue-fuck that tight hole!” Maverick smiled against Ricky’s cheeks, continuing to feast on the lovely pucker, wondering if Ricky got his monologue from a cheap, gay porn film. Ricky’s taste was amazing, musky, hot and all man. Ricky was the whole package and Mav was drowning in him. He felt his own cock bobbing between his legs, the confining denim digging into his thighs. He knew his own ass was exposed to the elements and that if anyone really did come by at this moment, he’d never be able to face anyone at the ranch again. But it was the last thing he cared about, as he made a meal of Ricky La Grange.
