No Harm in Looking
Follows A Guilty Heart
- 1 -For the second time in two weeks, Vin made the ride back from Clarksville to Four Corners. This time he'd done a delivery for Mary, rather than a collection. He smiled to himself at the delivery boy label he'd picked up courtesy of Buck. Not that he cared - a day's ride each way in the glorious spring weather was no hardship. Far from it. There was little he liked better than traveling and there was certainly nothing in town to beat it.
He reflected on his last errand, seeing the noose around JD's neck again, as he had so often in the days since. At the time, he hadn't doubted his aim and approached the task with customary calm. It was only afterwards that he asked himself what he'd have done if he missed. He doubted he could have lived with the knowledge that JD had died when he could have been saved. He chided himself for the thought. There was no point brooding on something that hadn't happened.
He considered the whole misadventure again, still unable to understand why it caused JD such profound distress. No one had been hurt. On the contrary, it sounded like his friends had enjoyed one hell of a night. There was no need for anyone else to know or care. He could see no reason why God should have any interest in the affair - if God even existed. Vin had gone to church with his mother when he was small but old Ray Clark had little time for what he called organized religion and so the custom died with her. Ray would have given him a whipping for lying, thieving and a range of other transgressions but had paid little heed to where he parked his cock. He pointed out once that a boy could make a lot of trouble for a girl that way and left it there.
In the years since, Vin had tried to live up to the expectations of both his mother and guardian. He measured his behavior by whether it hurt anyone and whether he'd want someone else to do the same to him. It was a simple code but it had served him well enough for the dozen or so years he'd been on his own.
He reined back at Baker Pass as he often did. He liked to survey the landscape from the pass - Four Corners on the horizon, river to the south and mountains to the north. For the first year or so, it took a conscious effort to head for the town when his instincts screamed for open country. He wasn't sure when it happened but, at some point, he started riding back automatically and now he looked forward to it. It wasn't the town itself, or even its citizens although he was fond of some of them. It was the six men he now called friends. Only when they disbanded after Marshal Bryce's arrival did he truly appreciate how much he valued them.
A movement near the river caught his eye. He withdrew his spyglass and examined the treeline. Two horses, one JD's unless he was mistaken. He looked at the town, then back at the horses. After a moment's indecision, he turned Peso southwards. He'd kept an eye on JD since their return, following once or twice when the boy glumly set off for a solitary ride. Several talks with Josiah seemed to allay JD's worries and he was now almost back to his normal cheery self.
Vin didn't know what JD had told Josiah. Even the closest scrutiny revealed no change in the former preacher's manner, to Buck or to any of them, but Vin doubted that it would anyhow. Ezra and Nathan had surely noted that something was amiss but they hadn't asked Vin about it. He knew they too had watched JD, inviting him to join in a game here or an errand there a bit more often than usual but leaving him to decide whom he confided in and whom he asked for help - as they all did. Vin had gone from having no friends in the territory to having six and he could not have stood that if they didn't all give each other the space they did.
When he topped a small rise to the southwest of JD's horse, Vin saw its rider by the river. The second horse was Casey's. The youngsters were sitting close together, knees folded to opposite sides so that their bodies were only inches apart. Vin smiled. Their relaxed manner and the way they were staring into each other's eyes told him that JD must be well on the way to recovery. It was definitely a tryst, not a confessional. His presence concealed by a scrawny thorn bush, he did not move on immediately. After a brief inner debate, he lifted his spyglass to his eye again. The lens pulled him sharply into the scene.
JD leaned forward, pushed back a stray lock of Casey's hair and then kissed her. A short, shy kiss. It must be six months since they started stepping out but he clearly hadn't been hurrying her. He was speaking now. Vin watched his lips move, gauging the earnest expression and judging it to be a plea of some sort. Casey sat back sharply and frowned. Vin smiled again. A plea of that sort. Even though the girl was visibly shocked, she made no move to leave and did not object when JD took her hand. He held it for a moment and then rested it on his groin.
Vin chuckled to see Casey's wide eyes. JD said something more, kissed her again and then unbuttoned his pants. The girl's expression was somewhere between fear and fascination. Vin didn't think those soft brown eyes could get much wider but he was wrong. He followed their gaze to JD's erect cock, now standing proud of his pants. The boy took her hand again and guided it onto his shaft. Vin reached down absently to rearrange his balls, which had suddenly gotten very crowded. He watched as JD moved Casey's hand in slow, steady strokes, building to a tempo that sent Vin's pulse racing. After a few seconds, JD took his hand away, giving Casey the chance to stop. She was blushing the sweetest shade of pink but kept on as he had shown her.
JD put an arm around the girl and rested his head on her shoulder. A few more strokes and his body tensed perceptibly. Vin watched through the lens, seeing his friend's cock convulse, twitch and then yield its harvest. Spectacle over, he dropped the spyglass back into his pocket and faded silently away. Unless he missed his guess, he could stop worrying about JD's state of mind now. Of course, concern for a friend hadn't honestly required that he watch the whole thing through a spyglass but then what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them and it wouldn't bother him if someone watched him getting his greens.
Half an hour later, he approached the haystore just out of town. As he rode alongside, a bale of hay slid down the far side of the shelter. Vin tensed warily, although he'd be willing to put money on the cause of the avalanche. He circled the structure cautiously, alert as always for unwelcome surprises. Half buried in loose hay, Buck winked at him over the shoulder of the buxom blonde on his lap. Molly? Polly? Something like that. Hell but it took some memory to keep up with Buck.
The smile was back on Vin's lips. He remembered a poem Josiah had quoted to JD some time before: in the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love. Of course, in Buck's case, the man wasn't so young and love had little to do with it.
Buck lifted the woman's skirts but, instead of arranging them so that he could see what she was doing, he gathered them up to expose her ass to Vin. She was oblivious, leaning forward to lock her mouth on his. The older man still had an eye on Vin, who obligingly craned his neck so that he could just about see where Buck's cock entered the woman's body. He let his gaze linger while she moved up and down, then grinned, shook his head and rode on.
It had been a strange week, Vin reflected, and he still couldn't decide if he was imagining things. He drifted back to the first oddity he'd noticed.
- 2 -
Monday morning and there was a rumor of some guns passing through half a day east of town. He figured maybe it was worth a ride to find out how many and make sure they'd kept moving. He'd gone to see what Chris thought, tapping on his door in the boarding house.
'Yeah?'
'Vin.'
'S'open.'
Vin let himself in to find Chris halfway through shaving. He stood by the window, gazing down on the street below, and told Chris what he'd heard.
'I'll ride out with you, if you like.'
Vin shrugged, happy to go alone but just as happy to have Chris along. In his peripheral vision, he studied his friend's reflection in the mirror. Chris wiped the last of the soap from his face with a blue towel and then peeled off his undershirt. Vin watched how his muscles rippled as his back arched and then how the golden hair caught in the neck of the garment and tumbled appealingly as it pulled free. The strands were shiny and clean. Vin had seen Chris come out of the bathhouse the previous afternoon and was surprised that his friend was stripping to wash again so soon. Come to think of it, he was surprised that Chris hadn't dismissed him with instructions to meet shortly. He couldn't recall witnessing a scene quite like this before but then perhaps the circumstances just hadn't arisen.
All too soon, Chris was dressed again and they rode out to investigate. There were eight riders but they had passed by far from town and there was nothing to suggest any cause for concern. Late afternoon saw the friends on their way back and they made it to the saloon well before closing time.
Vin had a couple of drinks and then turned in. He lay in his wagon, picturing Chris's soapy torso and wishing he'd had the balls to lather it for him. The thought startled him - since when did he fantasize about men and what the hell made him imagine Chris would let him soap him down? He'd told JD the truth when he said that men weren't really his thing. Not that he hadn't enjoyed sex with his Kiowa friend - it was an understatement to say that it got him there well enough - but he'd never sought sex with any other man. He considered that. The truth was that, when he fantasized, it was almost always the same fantasy, six years old and still going strong.
He hadn't been bounty hunting long when he took the Carson twins into San Antonio. Their capture caused quite a stir and he found himself the focus of more attention than he was comfortable with. The silver lining was soon revealed when two girls approached him. Rose was tall and willowy, with black silk for hair and the eyes of a pet spaniel. June was six inches shorter, curvaceous, with ringlets the color of ripe corn and a gaze of pure blue laughter. They were opposites in every way and yet, they assured him, best friends who always shared everything. He rarely went with the sort of girls who hung around saloons - fact was, he rarely went for anyone - but this he could not resist.
It proved to be the most exhausting night of his life, which was saying something for a man who'd lived the life Vin had. He watched them pleasure each other and did their bidding, filling their mouths, cunts and asses over and over. Each time he ran dry, they would let him sleep for an hour or so before starting their antics again. By morning, he wondered if he'd ever want to have sex again but, of course, he soon did.
Rose and June had taken him there countless times in the intervening years. In his fantasies, he never participated - he just watched them together as he had that night. But now the strangest thing happened. Rather than seeing them, he found he was… he frowned. That wouldn't do at all. He let his cock slip from his fingers and wondered what the hell was happening to him.
- 3 -
Tuesday passed uneventfully. Lying waiting for sleep again, Vin had just convinced himself that his mind was playing tricks on him when he heard voices outside.
'No, Buck, that's Vin's wagon. He'll hear.' Vin couldn't place the voice but the girl was young.
'Aw, he sleeps like a log,' Buck lied.
The girl's reluctance was short-lived. Vin heard the soft wet sound of hungry kisses. He frowned, an expression that was becoming all too familiar lately. He listened, trying to make out what was going on. Buck sighed, just the other side of the canvas from Vin's head, but the wet noises continued while he exhaled. The girl wasn't kissing his lips. Vin smiled in spite of himself - his wagon surely wasn't the only cover in town but the shadows between it and the side of the building were deep and private. Buck's heavy breathing lasted a minute or two, before terminating in a satisfied groan. Vin actually heard the girl swallow before Buck kissed her passionately and swept her away.
Vin pulled pensively on his own cock, which lay as stiff as a poker on his belly. Least old Bucklin could do was to get the girl to take care of his friend too, he thought wryly. Had Buck thought he was asleep? That was hard to believe - all his friends knew how lightly he slept and the man had barely lowered his voice. Even while he pondered, his hand settled into a rhythm. Just as he neared climax, his mind filled again with the sight of Chris's bare chest and golden hair. Too close to stop, he came to that image.
- 4 -
Wednesday was beautiful from the moment the sun rose. By mid-morning, it felt more like summer than spring. Vin was grooming Peso when Buck wandered into the livery stable.
'Fine day for swimmin',' he remarked.
Vin nodded, saying nothing. Buck often went swimming with JD but that was probably off the menu at present.
'You ever swim, Vin?'
Vin shook his head. It was a lie, just a white one to avoid the need to explain. Explain what? That he hadn't swum with a man since his Kiowa friend, that it had been foreplay for them and that he'd never felt comfortable doing it in innocence since?
'You should try it sometime.'
Vin nodded and watched as Buck left. An uneasy feeling crept over him. Perhaps this was some kind of joke between Buck and Chris at his expense. He turned that idea over and around. He'd never known Buck to be malicious, though he was sometimes misguided, and humor wasn't something he associated much with Chris at all. Who could say?
He saddled Peso and rode out of town, spending the day deep in thought. Past and present mingled and twisted as he tried to make sense of the preceding days.
- 5 -
Thursday morning he was sitting outside the saloon with Chris, pondering if and how to try to broach the subject, when Mary came over.
'Good morning, gentlemen.'
Chris nodded. 'Mary.'
Vin touched his hat brim but said nothing.
'Vin… I was wondering… I know it's an imposition but you said… I have a parcel for Clarksville.' She looked awkward and then added hastily, 'There's no hurry.'
'No trouble,' Vin assured her. 'I wasn't doin' nothin' anyhow.'
'Are you sure?'
He gave a slight nod. 'Wouldn'ta said so if I wasn't.'
She smiled and bustled away to get the parcel.
A grin spread slowly over Chris's face. 'You're goin' to a lotta trouble for Mary these days. Got plans there?'
The question took Vin aback. He'd always assumed it was Chris, if anyone, who had plans there.
'Jus' bein' neighborly.'
'You be that neighborly if I needed some help? Out at my place maybe?'
Vin met his friend's eye. He saw amusement there but no malice. He didn't really get the feeling he was being laughed at but, if not that, then what? He was saved by Mary's return and, taking the parcel, he headed for the livery.
- 6 -
And that took him up to the present, Friday afternoon and only minutes from town. He rode in briskly, stabled Peso and made for the saloon, where he found Ezra playing cards with Josiah and Nathan.
'Good afternoon, Mr Tanner. How are things in the delivery business?'
Vin grinned and made a crude gesture at Ezra.
'We were just remarking how quiet things are at present. We appear to find ourselves alone in town.'
'Chris?' Vin asked.
'At his country retreat. Are we to assume that you know the whereabouts of Messrs Dunne and Wilmington?'
Vin saw that his friends had been concerned at the unexplained absence of the two men after the strained atmosphere of the past two weeks. He smiled to Josiah. 'Well, ya know what ya was sayin' a ways back, 'bout spring and young men's fancies? JD's down by the river with Casey 'n' Buck's out at the haystore with… Molly?'
'Polly,' Nathan offered.
That news was clearly a relief to Josiah, and Vin wondered again what JD had told him. However, when the big man spoke, it was not about JD.
'Chris left a message for you.'
Vin looked up, wondering what now.
'He was hoping you might go up there tomorrow to give him a hand with something. Said you discussed it yesterday morning?'
Vin nodded, trying to look less confused than he felt.
- 7 -
Vin woke even earlier than usual on Saturday morning. He'd fallen asleep among a jumble of confused thoughts and they were still milling around his head when he awoke. He rode out before the town began to stir.
While resting Peso at a walk, he closed his eyes to picture Chris's expression after Mary went to get her parcel. Those sharp eyes had been smiling in a way that his friends rarely saw. In fact, Vin would almost say that they'd been twinkling, something he associated with Chris even less than humor. He wondered what his own eyes had shown. Confusion most likely, as they had for most of the week. If a woman looked at him how Chris looked at him, he'd know exactly what it meant. Did the fact that the look came from a man make any difference?
Deciding that he should be prepared for anything, he turned Peso eastward. It was only a short detour to a creek where he often bathed. A bend in its course was sheltered by a rocky bluff, making a private corner where a watcher could not see without being seen. Vin tethered Peso and stripped. Taking a small jar of soap from his saddlebag, he waded in until the water reached his waist and then lazily soaped his upper body.
Eyes half shut, he envisioned Buck's hands running over Chris's slim torso. He knew he'd accepted the new desire when his cock's awakening did not disturb him. He stepped into shallower water and lathered his groin, cupping his balls in one hand while he ran the other up and down the thick pole that sprang from them. The intensity of the fantasy made the touch seem irrelevant and it was only seconds before white streaks traced an arc into the clear water, where they swirled briefly before being swept downstream by the current.
Once dressed, Vin resumed his journey, resolutely putting his thoughts in order and preparing himself for a day of chopping wood, hauling hay or whatever other chores Chris had lined up for him. He wasn't in the least bothered by hard work, or by giving up time to help a friend, but he didn't want his disappointment at the nature of the task to show.
When he reached the shack, there was no sign of life but Chris's black gelding was turned out in the corral. As he'd hardly dared hoped, Buck's gray was alongside it. He rode up noisily, hitched Peso to the rail and called out. He didn't aim to startle a man like Larabee any time and certainly not in the arms of another man. A sleepy voice invited him in. As he opened the door, Chris emerged from the bedroom, wearing only drawers and with his hair comically tousled.
'Hey, Vin. You musta set out early.'
'I was awake anyhow,' Vin replied in a tone of mixed apology and explanation.
Chris banged away, raking the embers in the stove and throwing on more wood, then filling a kettle from a pail of water and setting it to boil. When he found himself watching Chris's cock jiggle in his drawers, Vin hastily moved over to the window and fixed his eyes on the view.
'Thanks for comin'.'
'No problem.' Vin left a pause before asking, 'Where's Buck?'
'Gone for a piss.'
Vin said nothing.
Chris gave him a long stare. 'You okay with him bein' here?'
'Sure. Why wouldn't I be?'
'No reason.'
'What is it ya want done?'
'Wanna put a bridge over that creek out back. Gets hard to cross in winter.'
Vin considered the reply. A bridge was fair enough he supposed but it was early days to be worrying about next winter.
'Shouldn't take too long,' Chris went on. 'Cut 'n' split some poles, drive in the posts, then rails 'n' slats.'
Vin nodded. He'd built bridges before and the creek was hardly the Mississippi - not that he'd seen the Mississippi but Mary had helped him to read about it in her atlas.
Chris poured three mugs of coffee, handed one to Vin and drank a deep draught of scalding fluid from his own. Vin sipped more cautiously - he'd wondered before how Chris managed to drink things so hot. Chris pulled on a pair of pants and an undershirt, then ran his hands through his dead straight hair. He drained his cup.
'Ready then?'
Vin ladled cold water into his coffee and downed it.
'Okay.'
As they went outside, Buck was coming back. He wore pants and undershirt like Chris.
'Vin.'
'Buck.'
'Coffee's inside,' Chris told him before going round to the toolchest he'd built against the back of the house.
Vin attended to Peso, untacking the gelding and turning him out in the corral with the other horses. He tried to piece together what he was seeing. If Buck had beaten him to the shack that morning it would be a first. He'd have had to get up in the middle of the night. Presumably he'd ridden up the previous evening, after parting with Polly. Had he slept with Chris? Vin had no idea what was going on or what his place in it was. Part of him felt uneasy, ready to ride out before things got any stranger, but part of him was tantalized by the scene being played out and anxious to discover where it would lead. He strolled over to Chris, who was still rummaging in the chest, tossing out the implements they'd need for his latest property improvement: ax and saw, mallet and hammer, splitting wedge and nails. By the time he was done, Buck had joined them.
'Surprised he managed to drag you in on this, Vin. Thought you wasn't a farmer.'
Vin gave an easy grin. 'Like to remind myself why from time to time.'
'Too much like hard work?'
'Something like that.'
Each taking a selection of tools, they headed into the belt of trees that grew between the shack and the creek. Chris had already selected a small stand of pine saplings for the job and now laid into one of them with the ax.
Vin stood with Buck, watching Chris's muscles rippling beneath the undershirt and knowing Buck was watching too. He admired his friend's aim as much as his physique. Almost every blow of the blade fell precisely on the last, quickly biting through the soft timber. The pole soon fell, away from Vin and Buck following the exact line that Chris intended.
Buck took the ax from Chris and attacked the next sapling. His blows bit deeper but lacked accuracy, wasting effort and producing a ragged cut. Still, his tree fell almost as quickly and lay beside Chris's. He passed the ax to Vin, who shrugged off his jacket and tossed it to one side. He set about the third tree with a series of smooth swings, the blade hitting home even more uniformly than when Chris wielded it.
They carried on taking turns until they had a dozen poles lined up. Vin drew his hunting knife and began lopping off the scraggy sideshoots, while Chris and Buck arranged the sawhorses and dropped the first trimmed trunk onto them. Chris took a crumpled scrap of paper from his pocket and checked the measurements he'd scribbled down. He and Buck each took an end of the two-handled saw and began cutting posts to length.
Having finished his trimming, Vin sat on an old log and watched them labor. They worked together well, matching the timing and force of their movements. Vin was an observant man and could have given a full description of all his friends, and a high proportion of the townspeople, but as he studied them he realized he was now looking in a different way. Yes, he knew Chris was a bit under six feet while Buck was well over but he'd never thought about where that put different parts of their bodies in relation to each other. It tickled him to think of Chris reaching on tiptoe to kiss Buck. Yes, he knew Chris was even slimmer than he was but he'd never lingered on how that trim body tapered into that neat butt. It did more than tickle him to think of Buck tending those firm cheeks.
He wondered what they made of him. Men given to snap judgements usually held one of two opinions about his long hair: either he was an Indian-lover, which he supposed he was, or he was a soft, which ordinarily he wasn't. As far as he knew, neither Chris nor Buck had ever made any assumptions. He could trace their current peculiar behavior back to JD's ordeal. He'd let Chris read what had happened in his eyes and the man had clearly read more than he expected.
After their third sawcut, Buck groaned and stretched. He grinned at Vin and pulled off his undershirt to reveal chest hairs glistening with sweat.
'Your turn. This ain't a spectator sport.'
Vin pondered the man's turn of phrase but took his place without complaint, helping Chris to lift the next pole into position and then picking up the saw. The handle was hot from Buck's grip and damp from his sweat. Vin wiped his palm on his pants, then took off his bandanna and used it to dry the saw. He set the teeth of the blade on the line Chris marked with a stub of pencil.
Looking up, he met his friend's gaze. There was still a trace of amusement there but the usual emerald green was dark with desire. Vin had no doubt what was going on now or that the deep blue of his own eyes was several shades closer to the midnight sky than normal.
They made two cuts together before Chris called for a breather. Vin smiled. It was a strange thing to indulge in ranch chores as foreplay. If they weren't careful, they'd be too tired to do anything to each other by the end of it. He wriggled out of his suspenders, letting them hang by his sides, took off his shirt and tossed it on top of his jacket. Unlike his friends, who were already in summer underwear, he wore a winter undershirt. It wasn't that he'd been cold lately - the weather had been perfect - but simply that he hadn't got around to making the switch. That and the fact that he liked scarlet flannel better than off-white cotton.
He wondered where his fondness for bright colors came from and then remembered how Ray had always helped him pick out the most vivid clothes in the shop as a kid. Funny how stuff like that stayed with a man. Vin had no vanity and rarely looked in a mirror but, if he had, he would have known that the scarlet suited him down to the ground, setting off his chestnut hair and tanned skin perfectly.
Buck took Chris's end of the saw and kept with Vin through another four cuts, by which time they'd both had enough. Vin pulled off the red undershirt, only to find his companions staring at him.
'What?'
They looked at each other and laughed.
Chris said, 'I don't reckon we ever seen you without a shirt, 'cept when you been shot.'
Buck gestured his dissent. 'Don't reckon we ever seen him without a shirt, even when he has been shot.'
Vin scowled. It was true that he bathed in the river, not in the bathhouse, and that he wasn't given to stripping in public but he didn't think it warranted the feigned shock and hilarity. He held the undershirt in a bundle against his chest. Chris moved close, plucked the garment from his grip and threw it with the others. He stood almost level with Vin, just an inch or so taller.
'Remember you told JD it wasn't a big thing?'
Vin nodded slowly.
Chris raised an inquiring eyebrow.
Vin smiled. 'Reckon ya got a head start on me. Maybe I'll jus' see how it's done.'
Chris's eyes clouded with questions he didn't want to ask. Buck moved behind him, slipped his arms around the slim waist and nibbled at a perfect lobeless ear.
'Seems like our boy likes to watch,' he murmured softly. 'An' listen?'
Vin's smile broadened. 'Can't help but hear sometimes.'
He saw that Chris was still unsettled by his reply. Did the man not like to be watched? Or was it only that he wanted more? Buck, on the other hand, was clearly aroused by the idea. From the moment he lifted Polly's skirts, Vin had known that he would be. He returned to his perch on the log and waited.
Buck had been stroking Chris's stomach, tracing the line of hair from his navel down to the button on his pants. Vin saw the bulge in their tight fabric and waited for Chris to give in to his desire. Buck was not so patient, unbuttoning pants and drawers to free Chris's cock. Vin watched it reach for Buck's hand, swelling further as it sought his stimulation.
Chris held Vin's eye for a moment, something akin to resentment in his gaze, then twisted to face Buck and kissed him hard. There now seemed little doubt that he'd already fucked Buck, probably rediscovering a side of their relationship that had lain buried since he met Sarah so long before. Something in his reassurance to JD had put such liaisons far in the past - until now. Vin laughed softly. This turn of events was clearly in his honor and he knew Chris was piqued that he was not participating. He was acting like a child denied a candy.
Vin pushed a hand into his pants pocket and stroked himself through the thin lining. In front of him, Buck pulled off Chris's undershirt and dropped his pants and drawers, leaving the man to shed his boots and kick off the crumpled garments. He looked at Vin with an expression of pure pleasure - Buck was an exhibitionist of the first order and there was nothing he liked more than an audience, for sex as much as for anything else in life. He stripped, taking a small tin from his pocket first, and then fondled his balls dreamily.
Chris looked from one man to the other, understanding dawning on his face. Vin smiled comfortingly - he had no doubt that they could all get what they wanted and saw no reason for Chris to be uneasy about it. A moment later, he recognized familiar determination in their leader's eyes. Chris walked purposefully over to the log, stood astride it, looked at Vin and waited for Buck.
Vin grinned at Buck, sharing his amusement at the way Chris still managed to take charge, even when drawn into a situation he had not anticipated. Buck ambled over with customary ease, stepped over the log and positioned himself behind Chris, who leaned forward and rested his weight on his hands.
Vin swiveled so that he too was astride the log, facing his friends, and sat up straighter so that he could see over Chris's back to Buck's cock. He unbuttoned his pants and took himself in hand, rolling his foreskin slowly up and down while he watched Buck take a scoop from the tin and spread the grease over his rigid flesh. When Buck began to prepare Chris's ass, Vin felt his anticipation heighten. He'd watched Buck screw women several times, occasionally with his knowledge, usually without, but that was as nothing compared with the thrill of waiting for him to take the man who led them.
He'd never thought about it before but, if he had, Vin would not have expected Chris to let himself be fucked. As he'd told JD, he thought Chris had probably done most things but, when the man spoke of fucking Buck, Vin thought he meant just that. His best hope for the day had been to watch Chris screw Buck but, as so often happened, the man exceeded his expectations.
Vin got to his feet so that he could see what Buck was doing. The man had two fingers in Chris's ass and was gently stretching the muscles. Vin caressed himself, dividing his attention between the action and the pleasure on his friends' faces. His excitement built as Buck pressed his cock to the opening he'd prepared and slowly buried it to the hilt.
Buck's movements became ever more fluid as Chris relaxed to accept him. Watching Chris's face, eyes now closed, Vin could actually see the waves of pleasure in the movements of his facial muscles. He matched his own strokes to the rhythm, sharing the sensation. As he sensed Chris's mounting arousal, he looked at Buck and saw the man was watching his hand. Finally, Vin returned his gaze to the juncture of Buck's cock and Chris's ass and matched the acceleration of Buck's thrusts.
Only now did Chris lift one hand from the log and touch himself. Vin watched the contact take him over the edge, his cock jerking four times as it spat on the rough bark. Glancing up, Vin saw Buck's grimace as he filled Chris's ass. Vin felt the circle complete as his own cock swelled and shot cum over Chris's face. The eyes opened, wide with satisfaction, while the tongue licked the lips to savor the string of pearls spilled across them.
Buck withdrew slowly and Chris rose to his feet, leaning back against his friend's chest to study Vin.
'Never had you down for a looker not a doer, Vin.'
Vin shrugged and said nothing.
'Seems to me like a man'd wanna give a friend chance to try it,' Buck said, pulling on his pants.
Vin stood to button his fly. 'Seems to me like we was buildin' a bridge afore the ol' man's mind started wand'rin'.'
He and Buck sauntered over to take up the saw again, grinning at each other and ready to tease the old man through the afternoon and far into the night.