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hot and hard. The erotic dance of hips and cocks and lips culminated in an explosion of light behind his eyelids when Jeff came, spurting hot liquid over their joined hands.
    “Oh yeah,” Clay moaned, working his hand furiously. He grabbed his own cock and gave a twist at the end of each stroke, coming quickly after Jeff, who was still swaying in a post-orgasmic haze.
    They stood pressed together, trying to catch their breath after the cataclysmic high they’d shared. Clay slid his hands around Jeff, digging his fingers into the firm cheeks.

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    Jeff jumped when the door to the trailer opened suddenly.
    “Uh, sorry, excuse me,” came Sam’s voice. He pushed the door almost all the way closed and spoke through the crack. “Clay, there’s been a change up in the draw tomorrow.
    You’ll be ridin’ Boom-Boom. Just thought you’d want to know.” The door shut completely with a firm click.
    “Oh my God, he saw my ass,” Jeff moaned.
    “No, he didn’t,” Clay said comfortingly. “My hands were covering it.”
    “Oh, that’s so much better!” Jeff tried to break free of Clay’s grip.
    “Your shirttail was over my hands,” Clay offered.
    “Great, but he still knows exactly what was going on!”
    “Well, what the hell was he doing barging in without knocking?”
    “I’ll ask him that when he grills us about what we were up to,” Jeff said with heavy sarcasm.
    “Relax, it’s only Sam. He’s friends with Doug and Jamie, he won’t care.”
    “Other people will.”
    “It had to come out sometime.”

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    “No, it didn’t!” Jeff managed to free himself and pulled up his pants. ”And what do we tell him? That I needed help learning how to button up my pants and you were teaching me?”
    “Why do we need to tell him anything? Sam won’t care.
    He’s a friend of Doug Morgan’s, and he’s fine with—homos.”
    “So now we’re queer?”
    “What if we are?”
    “I don’t want to ride in the gay rodeo and get bashed by
    ‘real’ cowboys.”
    The forlorn note in Jeff’s voice shook Clay. “You still like women?”
    “Yeah. Kinda.”
    “Kinda?”
    “I like ’em, they just never put a kick in my gallop like you do.”
    “Maybe we’re not queer. Maybe we’re bisexual.”
    “I think I like open-minded better,” Jeff said gloomily.
    “Okay, but you’re not being very open-minded about it.
    How you expect anyone else to accept it?”
    “Can we lock the door while we’re having this conversation?” Jeff squirmed free, and Clay let him go. Jeff Extreme Bull | Catt Ford
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    pulled up his pants and buckled his belt. “Sticky again. I’m going to run out of drawers.”
    “I guess that’ll force you to do laundry for once.” Clay hoisted his jeans up and buttoned the top button, letting his belt hang free as he went to lock the door. “Stay with me tonight?”
    Jeff’s lips quirked slightly. “Are you going to fall off the bed and run out of here in the morning again?”
    “I’ll try to restrain myself, seeing as we’re in my trailer.” Clay held out a hand, and Jeff took it reluctantly. “I want to see you.”
    “Like, take off my clothes?”
    Clay laughed at the outraged expression on Jeff’s face.
    “Yeah, bare naked. I want skin.” Jeff touched the reddening mark on Clay’s cheekbone with his free hand. “Sorry.”
    “It’s nothing.” Clay took Jeff by the hand and led him back to the bedroom.
    “Wow, this is nice,” Jeff said looking around. “It’s bigger than mine.”
    “Yeah, it is,” Clay said proudly, letting his hips sway with his loose belt flapping from side to side.
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    “Bought it from Bobby Dean when he retired. Gave me a good price.”
    Uneasily the two men stood in the doorway, trying not to look at the bed, which took up most of the room. Jeff felt the warmth of Clay’s fingers twined with his and gave them a squeeze.