Chapter 5

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Clifford and Brian would fuss over the slightest matter. They began talking about the farm, the work in Abilene, and even the chickens and horses. They changed their conversation to get away from Rick and the possibility of him being a gay married man.

They still managed to work in Abilene - that was the easy part. The work they handled, was simply work, still both men (especially Brian) wanted to get into Rick’s pants in the worse way however, it wasn’t going to happen, so why talk about it!

Brian wouldn’t plan a strategy, and Cliff was inclined not to talk unless it was necessary. It is not because he didn’t like Rick, quite the contrary. He was aroused thinking of his sweet pumpkin butt, fuzzy with blond hair, and so adorable. Oh yeah, he liked him all right.

Brian’s thoughts were similar, to Cliff’s thoughts. He was hungrier though, wanting to kiss him, and maul, rub and lick his body. For sure, he liked him too.

So what did they do? They stopped talking about him and avoided the campsite. It didn’t matter much, because Rick’s family lived in Abilene coming to Belvidere Lake on weekends. Out of sight is out of mind – sorry, that doesn’t work at all, for people like Brian and Cliff.

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The week after July 4^th was wonderful weather-wise. It was warm, not humid, and perfect beach weather. The water in Belvidere Lake, usually cold had warmed considerably from twenty days of June’s summer sun.

The folks staying at the campsite on vacation camped all week swimming, fishing, and enjoying the water. They were families, but the Sanderson’s (Rick’s family) was home in Abilene. 

Brian finished brushing ‘Shadow’ and throwing down fresh hay, for the other horses. Clifford went to work in town, because the auto garage was, short a mechanic.

After tending to the animals including the chickens, Brian took a long cool shower. He was drying off when his phone rang. He knew it was Cliff.

He never looked at the incoming number, he simply said, “Hello, jerk off – what’s up!”

“I’m resting on the miles I did yesterday – this is Rick.”

“Dang,  I thought Cliff was calling, he is in Abilene at work. “Sorry, to say, but you are the number two jerk on my people’s list. Where the hell have you been the last three weeks?” clamored Brian no longer careful how he spoke to Rick.

Rick had (among other things) a deep rich voice fit for radio or TV. Just hearing him talk, was arousing for Brian, however, he never let on.

The in-laws are here and they hate camping, so we didn’t go near Belvidere. Anyway - what are you up to?” asked Rick.

“I’m naked, if you “really-really” want to know,” he finally chuckled.

“Naked! – what the fuck have you been doing?” barked Rick. This was the first time Brian heard Rick curse, and he liked it, in a warped sort of way.

“I just got out of the shower.”

“Oh, then, that’s allowed,” laughed Rick.

“I never heard you say ‘fuck’ before, was that a slip of the tongue?” asked Brian?

“I’m on vacation, so I don’t have to watch my words like I do at work. Being inside a bank is not so great. I would rather be out on a farm. I didn’t tell you, but I am from Texas and brought up on a cattle ranch.” Rick continued. “I married Holly, and moved from Texas to Kansas, to be near her folks. I could comment on that dumb ass idea, but I won’t.”

“No wonder we get along, we are both farmers bred from the soil,” Brian said, aroused hearing Rick talk. His dick was stone hard sticking straight out. He hung his towel over his cock giggling to himself. The teenage boys in high school would get stiff and drop a towel over their penis just for a laugh. The boys with little dicks usually walked away pretending not to notice. Brian never walked away, he was one of the big boys, with a grown up dick.

“I better let you get dressed,” said Rick. “What time do you want me to come by the farm?” he asked Brian.

“I didn’t know you were coming to Belvidere Lake today.”

“Fuck Belvidere Lake, I am coming to ride a horse.” Rick replied.

“Don’t bring Jamie with you.” Brian insisted, still keeping it friendly. He’s a good kid, but….just, don’t.”

“I won’t – the pony was Holly’s idea. Today, she will keep the kids with her.”

“I’ll see yuh ‘bout an hour. Get dressed, I would hate to walk in on you with no pants on,” laughed Rick.

“Are you sure about that?”

“Brian, I’m not sure of anything,” whispered Rick with his dark velvet abounding voice.

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The conversation ended giving Brian a wider perspective on somebody he and Cliff had written off as a lost cause. He wasn’t about to question anything, assuming it was more of the same, simply, ‘Rick being Rick.’

Brian was determined to let the chips fall (providing there were any chips) where they may.

He dressed putting on his sexiest clothes, knowing very well the reason he wanted to look good. He was 100% cowboy with his butt and crotch bait for the taking. He looked in the full-length mirrors muttering – “damn, no comment.”

Brian plunked a Stetson hat on his head like a wrangler straight from Dodge City Kansas. He was a ‘Long Branch’ cowboy in the making.

He grabbed a couple of beers and a cooler filled with ice, and then strutted out to the porch. With one leg up on the railing, he relaxed with legs spread and his cock bulged in his jeans. If this was a man trap, it was a sinful one, yet like Rhett Butler – He didn’t give a damn.”

True to his word, the green jeep peeked around the curve in the road and headed straight to the Hagen Farm. Rick stopped in front of the house staring at Brian setting on the porch. He sat in the jeep for a few minutes not getting out of the car.

Brian saw him behind the wheel, doing nothing but sitting. “What the hell is his problem,” he thought, finally waving to Rick. He felt stupid waving, but that is what he did.

Rick opened the car door, got out and then reached back inside for his hat. He placed a sexy well broken in cowboy, hat on his head, slammed the car door shut, and walked upon the porch.

“Yeow, Rick looked different. At Belvidere Lake, he always wore summer shorts and sometimes a shirt and sometimes not. At the bank during the week, it was jacket and sometimes a tie. This time, he was dressed like a Texas wrangler fresh from the farm wearing cowboy duds.

He dropped his butt on the porch railing with legs spread for balance. His pants were not black, but khaki brown. It accented (Brian thought) an erection moving ever so slowly. “Awe, gaud, this was not fair, he looked too damn good for behaving.

“I saved you a seat,” Brian said patting the rocking chair next to him. He stared intently between Rick’s legs trying to be coy about it.

Rick slipped off the railing and plunked himself down next to Brian and they began talking.

“You look fuckin great,” Brian commented. “That hat has seen some trail dust, handsome devil. Can I try her on,” he asked, Rick.

“Shore can,” “Now Rick was talking like a Texan and not a Kansas banker.

They exchanged hats and oddly enough the hats, fit both men, perfectly. There was smirking holding back little boy laughter, like kids playing. “We are a little crazy,” said Brian.

“Probably, do you think it really matters? asked Rick.

“Not really, “crazy” is my second best feature,” replied Brian with his head tilted towards Rick and smiling.

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To be continued...