Chapter 6

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“So, you are from Texas,” said Brian.

“Yeah, I’m a Texan.

“You wrangle cattle and you’re a “Lone Star,” cowboy, continued Brian?”

“Yup, that I am.”

“If you want to hand over my hat, we can go saddle up a couple of horses,” Brian said, just as Rick was taking off Brian’s hat.

They both got up from sitting and Brian raised his arms doing a long stretch. “Fuck, I am tired today.” He commented.

“If you would rather skip riding today, that’s okay with me; just don’t say I didn’t show up to ‘getter done.” Rick stated, tapping Brian on his shoulder, with a buddy touch, and nothing more...

“Hell NO, I was just commenting. No way, we’re not riding today. I haven’t had ‘Shadow’ out for a good run lately.”

“I really appreciate this,” said Rick.

“Appreciate what?

“Getting my ass back on to a horse; I shore am glad you and Cliff have this farm, and we know each other. Thank the lord for Belvidere Lake,” Rick expressed sounding sincere.

“I think you ought to thank the bank; the Lord didn’t get involved with the purchase, pretty sure about that,” laughed Brian.

“Yeah, I’m sure you’re right, just the same, the three of us are friends, don’t you agree,” said Rick.

“Sounds good to me, you are aware that Cliff and I are both gay – brothers yes, gay brothers.”

“Of course I know. I recognize that, when you said I smelled like strawberries, or was it raspberries. However, being obvious is bullshit. You and Cliff are masculine Kansas cowboys.” Rick stated, “However ‘raspberry’ is a little “Nancy” sounding,” he giggled.

“Suppose so, I have to watch what I say, but you do smell good.”

“It’s all confusing,” Clamored Rick thinking it was time to change subject and get back to horse riding.

They walked together towards the corral, and sure enough, they talked entirely about horses.

“I would like to ride ‘Bullet,’ I know you said something about the mare ‘Audrey’ but ‘Bullet’ is a challenge. I may be a Bank employee, but I am really a farmer raised among cattle and horses.

“That sounds passable,” mumbled Brian, not caring what horse Rick wanted to ride. He was fixated ‘big time,’ watching Rick strut about pack into those khaki pants. 

“Saddle up ‘Bullet,’ since you’re no stranger to horseflesh. Let’s see what you’re made of buddy boy,” joked Brian, leading Bullet over to where Rick was standing.

With ‘Bullet’ and ‘Shadow’ both saddled, Brian and Rick, road away from the barn towards the trail.

Rick handled ‘Bullet,’ like a pro jockey and although not surprised, Brian yelled to Rick, “He is good with you.”

“Maybe he likes raspberries,” yelled Rick, galloping ahead of Brian.

“Dumb ass – it’s strawberries!” bellowed Brian thinking Rick was testing him. “Awe, just ‘fuck it’, he added. They were becoming gayer by the minute.

“Hah – “Fuck it” you wish, Rick boasted bouncing his butt up and down. Rick was different, and on the back of a horse, he was showing off his assets.

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The trail through the woods was an easy ride, void of people and noise. A stream ran a ways back from the trail, but accessible on horseback.

The watering hole was familiar to “Shadow’ as he knew the spot well. All Brian had to do was pull to the right and the horse went to drink.

Both horses were drinking and Rick, slid off ‘Bullet,’ and sat down on a large bolder. He tied ‘Bullet’ to a limb of a tree.

“Brian sat next to Rick on the same bolder. There wasn’t much room so they slowly slid together with arms touching. Their hats came off and they balanced the hats on their knees.

“You look great,” said Brian, starring into Rick’s face.

“We look great,” Rick replied touching Brian cheek, “yeah, simply great.”

They glared at one another with their faces mysteriously drawn together. There was no thinking about anything, just getting closer and closer. It makes one wonder – doesn’t it?”

Brian kissed Rick on the lips with a little peck. It happened without hesitation. Rick clutched Brian’s face creating a real kiss. Any pecking quickly became lips and tongues clashing. This was a “Go for it baby” moment.”

They were friends, finding a meaningful moment in the form of a kiss. Rick wasn’t looking for romance, he was married, he wanted masculine sex, and he wanted it with Brian. There was no escaping that fact.

Rick squeezed Brian’s dick through his clothes. It grew firm, however Rick couldn’t do that then walk away. Nobody ever did.

Rick simmered with friendliness that one recognizes in seconds. He kept massaging Brian’s crotch fondling whatever he could grasp keeping it playful.

 “Do you want it,” Brian asked.

“You know the answer to that,” mumbled Rick, now standing with his swollen crotch even with Brian’s face. “Do you want this?” he asked.

“C’mon,” said Brian, placing both hands on Rick’s hips. “Let’s get back to the house, so I can hand myself over to you, but not here on the ground with tics and critters crawling around in the pine needles. You need to be naked in my bed. I want you naked. His mouth pushed against Rick’s lips, while caressing his back. “You need attention,” he added.

Rick, mounted ‘Bullet’ no sooner had Brian spoken, because he was ready to ride. “Let’s get the hell out of here cowboy, you want naked – you got it!”

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It was a fair distance getting back to the house, and Brian was slightly ahead of Rick, familiar with the trail, and moving at a decent pace. Rick, riding ‘Bullet” could have passed him like lightening, but held back letting Brian led the way.

Rick let the horse do the work while he fixed his eyes on Brian’s ass going up and down on that lucky saddle. It was true; Brian had a “gold-star” butt and according to Brother Cliff, plugging that cowboy, was like falling into a volcano.

The horses galloped into the barn and were unsaddled immediately. They mingled with the other horses in the corral and things were back to normal.

Brian and Rick walked slowly towards the house. They seemed cool as a cucumber however, what they anticipated was far from cool. It was cock pulsing action, racing through their heads, with ideas of getting off.

Inside the house, they took turns using the bathroom and then went straight to the bedroom.

Rick, surprisingly, was not the least bit timid about what he wanted. He stood in front of Brian and peeled off his shirt. His chest was like a magnet and Brian began kissing his abs, chewing on chest fuzz and nibbled flesh all the way up, even under his arms. He wouldn’t get this treatment at home.

“How does that taste, cowboy?” he said to Brian. “Do I taste like strawberries,” he chuckled.

“Fuck no, you taste like sex – get ‘em off – get the pants off, he mumbled almost begging and still licking Rick’s chest. “ Fuck! Brian continued, damn you taste good. “Naked – Naked, he commanded Rick. 

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To be continued...