Chapter 3

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“You came up with a good idea, horseback riding is a way to know somebody.” Cliff announced. “Just be careful and don’t make problems.

“I would like to agree, so I’ll do just that! A-ha, see, I am agreeing! responded Brian, with a devious grin on his sturdy face. “NO Problem!”

“No Nothing,” his brother replied, “I’m just saying, easy as she goes!”

“Damn, give me a little credit – No, make that a lot of credit, you’re too suspicious. I am only going to ride horses with a neighbor, not suck dick in the barn. Christ, you’re such a granny,” barked Brian, getting upset. “Stop telling me what to do!”

“You’re right – I’m sorry.”

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The mind (as the saying goes) is a funny thing to understand. It can be downright shy of thoughts about sex, or it can be vicious and hungry, depending on how people feel inside.

Cliff understood the way his brother thought around good-looking men. If on the prowl, a source of embarrassment could happen. Cliff didn’t want anything unpleasant associated with grandfather Hagen’s name.

Yet, on the other hand, suppose Rick was closeted gay, married and longing for a romp with a hot cowboy, even two hot cowboys. Stranger things been known to happen. If romping doesn’t work, then it doesn’t work, but at least think about giving it a “Go.”

“Rick surprised me saying that he liked riding, but didn’t own a horse, or had anybody to go riding with. You have to admit, he is likable,” continued Brian.

“And I suppose “hot,” has nothing to do with riding in the woods on a deserted trail. How did you talk him into riding?” Cliff asked.

“I didn’t. It was Rick’s idea when he found out we own horses, ‘Shadow’ made an impression on him, and now he wants to ride a horse.

“Are you loaning him ‘Shadow’? That animal may be too much horse for a city dude. This is cattle country.”

“HELL, NO, ‘Shadow’ isn’t for loan. That stallion carries only me (and you, of course,)” Brian snapped back at his brother.

“As I said before, let’s give him, “Audrey.” She’s a dude’s horse, large but gentle – very gentle.” Brian continued.

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Living rural where the Hagen’s farm was located created habits that old time farmers lived by. They had decent cell coverage with T-Mobil and Verizon out of Abilene. However, most farmers didn’t give a hoot about such things.

For the longest time Cliff and Brian wanted nothing to do with caring a phone in their pocket. They had nobody to call, no text messages of any sort and picture taking was stupid in their opinion. However, time graduated their thinking into being sensible people. So Clifford, then Brian, purchased phones, in order to join the ranks of the living. In no time, they became addicted to phone convenience for work, for google searches, and even play time. And they took pictures of everything, because it was so easy to do.

“Did I tell you that Rick gave me his cell number?” said Cliff.

“Probably, but it didn’t mean much, however thinking about it now, makes sense.”

“What makes sense?” asked Cliff.

“I can text him about going horseback riding without having to go over there. I don’t mind going, but his wife is full of questions such as, when, where, and what time are you coming back,” said Brian.

“Of course she is - dumb ass. Rick oversees the cabins, people and manages the place for the bank. If a problem arises, somebody has to know where to find him. The campers will go to his wife first, looking for Rick.”

“I knew that, I just had a non-thinking moment, ha ha-ha.”

“Of course you did!”

Clifford sat back in a comfortable rocking chair, and looked out over the lake. He was a stud, wearing white shorts and nothing else. His bare chest was as unyielding as Brian’s chest was fuzzy. Clifford’s dick looked hard as a rock. He was definitely a top. Brian nicknamed him, “The fucker.”

Brian went towards the kitchen to prepare breakfast. It would be cool to say they took turns cooking, however, Brian was the chef, and that suited Clifford just fine.

They shared everything including their bodies, but cooking belonged to Brian. Clifford would make the morning coffee. “Big deal” Brian teased, as he often did. “I hope you didn’t strain anything!”

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The weekend arrived and that meant cabins at the lake, would fill up quickly. Some folks came early and took cabins, they had already reserved.

“Would you like the binoculars, so you can watch people walking around,” said Brian, caring Breakfast plates for the two of them.

“I am not going to spy on strangers,” barked Cliff, getting up from the rocking chair. Brian had breakfast setting on the porch table, which was part of their daily routine.

“It’s not spying; they are outside and walking around. It’s called people watching, just like bird watching,” he explained.

“OK, hand me the damn binoculars,” agreed Clifford peeking and letting out a gasp.

OMG, you should see this young stud walking around in a red speedo with a body like a statue. Close the curtain – Close the curtain, the show is over, I am a dirty old man,” he babbled being a dramatic, asinine cowboy.

“Is it Rick?” asked Brian.

“No, this candy sweetie is younger. OMG hotter - Here you look; it’s too much for me to grasp, so early in the morning.”

“You realize you’re being an ass, don’t you,” said Brian.

“Yeah, I’m having fun with you. I thought the news of somebody hot would get your pecker up.”

“If you want to blow me, just say so. I have time now between the second cup of coffee and washing dishes,” giggled Brian hugging his brother from behind. “Gaud, you’re a nut!” he exclaimed. Nothing happened.

After breakfast, they sat together on the porch talking.

“I have to get dressed and check on the animals. There are chickens to feed, eggs to gather, and give half bowl of oats to the horses. Yuh can’t overfeed with oats, however, I like to spoil them,” said Brian. “Like pa always said, - Think about what you’re doing.”

He also said, - “and don’t fuck it up either,” Clifford reminded him.

“Yeah, he never was charming, with his comments.”

There were times during their lives when they needed each other, for crazy things, such as blowjobs. It was usually on the spare of the moment, with no thinking about it. Folks would never understand such action, but they did, and being so personal, was all that mattered. This was how they rolled; it was their duty to care for one another.

“So how about that blowjob,” asked Clifford.

Without hesitation, Brian dropped his pants, held his plump hard dick, and slid it between Clifford’s lips.

After being gobbled and drained, his wet hairy balls were covered with spit. Although he liked accommodating Clifford, messy never bothered him. Brian didn’t see ‘messy’ as obscene, because the sex kept getting better. Nothing to it, he simply would shower again. That’s it – plain and simple.

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Brian had just returned from the barn, and got a text from, of all people, Rick. He leaned against a tree and began to read.