Barry Logan’s day starts out shitty and continues to go down the crapper. His car breaks down in the Middle of Nowhere, Colorado. The only mechanic for miles is out of town, forcing Barry to hole up and await his return. Bored and hungry, Barry goes to the town’s only bar in search of food and entertainment. The former is almost inedible, but his interest in the latter is piqued when two specimens of cowboy perfection walk in. Barry has always had a thing for cowboys, and he’s been on a mission to get up close and personal with as many as possible before flying home to England. Having two cowboys at the same time would be a new experience, and one Barry is eager to try. So when the two men leave the bar, Barry follows in hot pursuit. He overhears them arguing about whose turn it is to bottom that night. Without thinking, Barry offers his services. Jimmy Pierce and Jake Wilson drive Barry back to the Double J ranch for a night of wild passion he won’t forget. The next morning, Barry wakes in an empty bed to a beeping smoke alarm. It seems the ranch cook quit the night before, leaving Jimmy, Jake, and their three ranch hands to fend for themselves. Barry immediately takes charge. His cooking meets with everyone’s approval, and he agrees to stay on both in the kitchen and in Jimmy’s and Jake’s bed. The two cowboys are physically demonstrative, both with each other as well as with Barry, who finds himself falling fast for both of them. It’s like a dream come true -- Barry has two men and a job he loves. But petty jealousies, rivalries, and miscommunications threaten to shatter the dream, and when Barry’s scheming ex shows up, things get even worse. Sandwiched between two cowboy lovers, has Barry bitten off more than he can chew?

Cowboy Sandwich

Barry was about to ask if Jake had deliberately matched the color with his shirt when the underwear was pushed down and…“Holy cow!” 


Barry didn’t know whether to run screaming from the room or drop down to his knees in worship. The cowboy sported an awesome monument of masculinity that jutted proudly from a nest of brown curly pubes. A set of low-hanging balls in a hairless sack dangled beneath.


Jake grinned and distantly Barry heard Jimmy mutter, “Mine’s fatter.”


Without being conscious of his actions, Barry found himself on his knees and reaching for Jake’s dick. The skin was smooth, hot, and covered in a network of fine veins. A drop of precum glistened at the exposed head and Barry’s tongue whipped out to lick it away. He moaned at the slight sweetness.


“So what am I supposed to do?” a frustrated Jimmy asked. 


Chapter 8