Brokeback Wildlife Refuge Part 1

“I forgot them damn snacks, but at least I remembered the condoms and the lube.” Cody smiled at his buddy Luke. They’d been out there at the Wildlife Refuge for hours by then, stuck at one of the sentinel posts near the highway, watching for the Feds to arrive.

“Long as you got your priorities straight,” Luke said.

Cody laughed. “Ain’t nothing straight about me, bud, lest it’s the barrel of my 20-gauge shotgun.”

Luke reached over and grabbed Cody’s stiff dick. “Dunno, bud. This here feels plenty straight and stiff to me.”

“Seems I just can’t quit you,” Cody said, as he leaned in to kiss Luke’s grizzled chin.

They were both just twenty-one years old, and they’d met two years before at the initial meeting of the Booty Militia, a group of men determined to safeguard their land, their weapons, and their right to suck dick. Cody had taken a special shine to Luke, because of his handsome face, his floppy dark hair, and all that plaid he wore.

Course, there was his dick, too, long and thin and able to hit just the right point at Cody’s prostate when they fucked. Even now, just with Luke’s flannel-clad arms around him, Cody felt that stirring in his guts that meant he was close to shooting off.

He scrambled in the pocket of his overalls for a condom and a bottle of lube, then unbuckled the bib and stood up in a hunched-over position, breaking the embrace with Luke. The overalls dropped to the floor of their tent, and then he pulled down his JCPenney thermals and bent over, presenting his smooth ass to Luke.

“Yeah, bud, gimme that booty,” Luke said. He spit out his wad of chewing tobacco and then hocked a lugie right into Cody’s rosebud. Then he leaned in and tongued the hole. “My favorite, tobacco-flavored ass.”

Cody leaned down and picked up his own Colt Combat Elite. The handle was smooth and cold, just like Luke’s dick until it warmed up inside Cody’s ass. He held the barrel up against his stiff dick, smelling the machine oil, his own sweat, and the tangy scent of Luke’s pre-cum.

“Pretend I’m that damn president in the Black House,” Cody whimpered, “and fuck me into oblivion, Luke.”