“Holy fuck. Holy fuck!”
Ocho smirked. Then he took his middle finger and stuck it my mouth. That was the signal of where his finger had gone.
Bill pushed his head into the shower, shaking. I washed his huge panting body. Ocho actually joined in. Clean as a whistle. No, he wasn’t getting hard.
Fetching a towel, I threw it to him. Five minutes later, he was gone. Ocho and I heard the door slam.
Ocho looked at me with this wanton look.
“Bend over faggot. I bet it’s easy to get in that hole.”
“Look out there, Ocho. I have been ridden by another Western Rider.”
He groaned.
I was going to sit funny for a while. I’d enjoy every minute of it.