Both cocks remained in him as they drained their massive loads. They eased back and Cullen rolled him over on his back, collapsing on top of him. The hairy man was sheathed in sweat and his furry chest rubbed against George’s smooth one. The crushing weight pressed him into the mattress but the musculature under the wet skin sent a shudder of excitement through his body. Cullen’s warm breath and tender, furry kisses on his skin enhanced the tremors. His penis was sandwiched between them and the pressure and smooth friction of Cullen’s hairy, six-pack abs ignited an explosion of pleasure and cum from deep inside George. He wrapped his arms around Cullen’s broad chest and back and dug his fingers into the hardened muscle, crying out in blissful agony.
Daddy climbed onto Cullen’s back, bracing his arms on the mattress on either side of George’s head.
“Don’t want to break the kid,” he said, grinning in the dim light. His eyes seemed to sparkle. “At least, not yet.”
The gasp from Cullen and the manner in which his head snapped up told George that Daddy had entered him. Cullen’s cock was large but Daddy’s was even bigger. George imagined that if Daddy had screwed him, he would’ve been split in two. From his position on his back, he could see both of their faces clearly in the low light. Cullen’s open mouth and closed eyes were a picture of ecstasy. Daddy kissed and nibbled the back of his neck and cheeks. He murmured softly into Cullen’s ears. George had never seen that look before but knew what it was. Not the drooling, blank-staring mask of lust but the gentle expression of love.
Cullen’s moans grew louder as Daddy’s thrusts increased. Tremors of climax from both men shook the bed. Cullen erupted on George’s chest, coating it with hot, sticky fluid. Daddy clutched Cullen tightly while he emptied inside his lover.
When the tremors subsided, they collapsed onto George, knocking the wind out of him but they rolled off, giving him a chance to breathe. For the next few minutes, they lay in each other’s arms, caressing and kissing while George listened to their afterglow.
Cullen rose and retrieved a towel from the chest of drawers. He wiped them off and then climbed back in bed, putting the kid between them.
George fell asleep, sandwiched between two warm, furry bodies.
* * * *
Morning came with clear skies and sun but no sign of Johnny. This time, Daddy and Cullen couldn’t keep the worry out of their voices and George had no words to comfort them.
Daddy retrieved the boar he killed earlier from where he had stuffed it into the refrigerator and set off to butcher it. George was too squeamish to help him so he opted to join Cullen in the garden. Much work needed to be done since the rain day before. The heat and humidity before the storm returned with a vengeance. The sun beat down on the drenched soil, making the air feel like a steam bath. Cullen made George stay in the shade of the trees to protect his pale skin. Despite their precaution, his shoulders reddened and began to burn. He donned one of Daddy’s shirts, which hung past his knees. It cut down on the direct sun rays but also made the heat unbearable.
In the early afternoon, Daddy walked into the garden and they all broke for lunch. As they approached the cabin, a figure stepped out of the woods on the other side of the building.
“Johnny!” Cullen and Daddy called in unison. They bolted forward with George struggling to keep up.
Cullen reached him first and they embraced tightly, smothering each other in kisses. When they let go, Daddy grabbed Johnny by the neck and slammed him against the outer wall of the cabin.
“Where the fuck have you been, boy?” he screamed. “We were fucking worried about you!”
Johnny seemed shocked at Daddy’s outburst and he fumbled for words. “I went to make sure his story was right. I had to see if he was telling us the truth and he’s not a spy for the U.S. Marshals.” He pointed at George.
It was then George noticed a backpack slung over Johnny’s shoulders. He recognized the bedroll that fell from his grasp next to his feet when Daddy grabbed him.
“That’s mine,” he cried out.
All three heads snapped in his direction. Then Daddy and Cullen looked back at Johnny.
“I walked all the way to Route 66, where he said he was hitchhiking. I found where he fell down the bank. I walked up and down the highway and saw the skid marks where the car was parked then took off. Then I discovered his backpack in the woods where the driver must’ve thrown it when he got into his car after shooting at him.”
George grabbed the backpack and tore into it. Everything was still there, including the cash.