Chapter 159

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That evening Fargo had dinner—western burgers on the grill and corn on the cob—with Chip at Chip’s place, they watched a Hilary Swank movie, consumed far too many brownies as a snack, and decided to spend a few hours together in Chip’s bedroom, making love.

The sex was heated, rough, and exactly what the two men desired, and needed. They rocked together with cowboy ruggedness. Sweat clung to their frames and they became breathless. Eventually, they exploded semen over each other during pleasurable tongue kisses, satisfied with their lovemaking.

And after their tangle in the sheets, exhausted and sticky, they fell asleep in an S-shape with Fargo positioned in the front and Chip behind him.