Chapter 90

“Uh,” Barry began. “I don’t know what to say. It should be me thanking you guys. Before I arrived in Springs I didn’t know what to do with my life. But you gave this Englishman—”

“Ex-Englishman,” Jimmy insisted.

Barry smiled, “Let’s go with former Englishman. Well, you gave me shelter and made me feel welcome. I have no idea how much money the game will make, so please don’t, uh, bet the ranch on it. You guys are the main breadwinners for the ranch, this was just my way of trying to do my bit. And…” Barry could feel tears begin to threaten. “And that’s quite enough maudlin sentiment from me. Anyone want seconds?”

Thankfully everyone did and Barry was able to get back to what he did best, feeding cowboys.

* * * *

Could there be any more perfect a Christmas scene? A room lit only by a crackling wood fire and multi-colored lights on the tree? Rex stretched out on the hearth rug and Barry snuggled between his cowboys under a wool blanket. A cheesy black and white Christmas movie played on the TV but no one was paying it much attention. Rex was asleep, Barry almost there, too. Jimmy and Jake were on their new tablet computers happily playing the virtual ranch game.

“This is fucking amazing, Barry,” Jimmy said, advancing to the next level and calling out his score, happy that he was ahead of Jake.

“Knew you were a talented dude with computers, but this is fucking awesome,” Jake said, looking up from his tablet.

Barry glowed under their praise.

Jimmy and Jake had hardly stopped playing the game all evening. Soon the batteries on the tablets would run down and they’d have to put them on charge.

Barry knew the game needed music, but he was no composer. He’d sampled sounds from the ranch itself, cattle mooing, horses whickering, plus birds singing and streams…doing whatever streams did.

God, he was so tired. He’d sat up late the past few nights trying to squash as many bugs in the game as he could. Jimmy and Jake had managed to find a couple more, which Barry would set to fixing the next day. Barry’s head lolled, but he forced himself to remain awake.

Christmas dinner had gone well, everyone had said so. He still had much of the clean up to do, but…He was too tired, he’d do it later, maybe tomorrow.

Things began to feel weird. He was flying, floating, gliding. Barry wanted to enjoy it, but something was wrong. Why was it cold, where was the blanket? Barry opened his eyes. It took him a moment or two to realize he was seeing an upside down closeup of Jimmy’s butt. He’d recognize it anywhere.

“Jimmy?”

“We’re taking our cook, game designer, and lover to bed.”

“Be a crowded bed then,” Barry said.

That earned him a swat to his upturned ass.

“And our smartass,” Jake added, delivering his own swat.

Jake pulled their new quilt to one side and Jimmy laid Barry on the sheet. He was made to watch—without touching or otherwise joining in—as Jake and Jimmy took their clothes off. Sadly, because of the lack of heat, they undressed quickly before diving on top of Barry and stripping him, too.

Jake pulled the quilt over them and they kissed, caressed, and explored. They were on their sides, with Barry as usual in the middle.

“Gonna love you so good,” Jimmy moaned against Barry’s lips.

“Need you,” Barry said before claiming Jimmy’s mouth and working his legs around the cowboy’s hips.

But from the hardness poking at his ass, Barry wondered if Jake might get in there before Jimmy.

“You okay with Jake going first, babe?” Barry asked, kissing Jimmy sweetly on the lips. “I’ll make the wait worth your while.” This statement was punctuated by Barry reaching down and fondling Jimmy’s balls and hard dick.

Jimmy smiled. “No problem, babe.”

“Thank you.” Barry gave Jimmy another kiss.

“Welcome,” Jimmy said, returning the favor and taking hold of Barry’s leaking dick and giving it a couple of strokes. “Jake, then me, will ride your ass so good tonight, you’ll be walking with a limp and a smile on your face till New Year’s.”

Barry laughed. “That’d mean you’d have to carry me everywhere then.”

“And the problem with that is?” Jake asked, sliding his dick along Barry’s ass trench.

“Jimmy, would you get the lube and rubbers?” Barry asked.

“Don’t need condoms no more,” Jimmy said.

“Oh, yeah.” Barry had forgotten. His heart raced at finally being able to bareback.

Reluctantly, Barry loosened his legs around Jimmy’s hips so the cowboy could rummage around in the nightstand drawer.