Taylor yanked the phone out from the pocket of his jeans and called Jamie just as soon as he heard the news.
"So, that's a no?"
"Is that a good thing or bad?"
"Hey, what are you doing now?"
"Getting ready for work."
"I thought you had tonight off, I wanted to celebrate."
"One of the bartenders called in sick, I'm taking his shift. What's going on, what's to celebrate?"
Jamie and Taylor moved in together three months ago. They were excited to start a life together, however the recession was making things very difficult for them. Taylor was having difficulties finding a job even after graduating with a post graduate degree from a prestigious university. They had figured it wouldn't take this long to be offered a good job. In the meantime, Jamie was paying all the bills; they were young and in love, it didn't matter.
"Well..." Jamie could hear some hesitation in his voice. "I have great news and some not-so-good news. So, what do you want first?" Taylor knew Jamie well enough to know that he would ask for the bad news first, he wanted to get it out of the way.
"Bad news first." Taylor heard a nervous, stressful tone from his boyfriend.
"OK... I have to move to Eastern Oregon for three months."
"We have to move?"
"Ah... I have to move and...well, you're supposed to ask me now, so what's the good news."
"Jesus, Taylor, after that how could there even be any good news?"
"I got a job!" He blurted out the news quickly as if he were putting out a raging fire.
"Wow, well, OK, that's great news! I have to process this now; is it a good job, since you're leaving me for it?
"Oh c'mon, I'm not leaving you!"
"Is this job something you actually went to school for?"
"Oh c'mon, I'm not leaving you!"
"Is this job something you actually went to school for?"
Taylor had studied biology and graduated with honors.
"Yes, it's a government job with the BLM. It could be some creepy chemical job, but no, this is out in the outdoors!"
"Federal job... congratulations. Now, why are you leaving me for Eastern Oregon?"
"Oh, come on, I'm not leaving you! Look, you're way too cute for me to leave you! I'll be studying the effects of cattle grazing on federal land. I'll be living in a town of about 24 people."
"Well, I won't have to worry about any hot looking men trying to pick you up, that's for sure!"
"Hardly, these guys are all hardened cowboys and cattle ranchers."
"Whoa, how 'bout you stay here and I go!"
"Oh, be serious. We're talking redneck, ranchers. They vote Republican and hate gay marriage."
"Yea, but I bet they're gorgeous!"
"Doesn't matter? I'm getting a great break, going to work for the federal government! Good pay, benefits and even two week vacation after a year."
"Then you'll put me on your insurance and take me to Paris on vacation?"
"Anything your heart desires, baby."
"I'm holding you to that."
"Got to run, my bus is coming; love you!"
"Love you too."
Taylor jumped on the bus and grabbed a seat in the back. He thought how weird it would be leaving Seattle and going to a place so isolated. The man who hired him said that the closest grocery store is almost an hour's drive away. It'll be a culture shock, but something he'll remember forever.
Taylor poured the last bit of wine from the bottle into Jamie's glass. It was well past 3 a.m. and Taylor waited up for him to come home from work so that he could explain it all.
"So you'll be actually riding with cowboys, out in the range?"
"On the range, and yes, I will. I have three months to assemble a complete report showing the negative or positive effects of overgrazing on public land."
"I'm guessing those cowboys don't exactly like some gay, city boy coming out to their ranch and telling them how to run a cattle operation."
"I am a biologist, I go by the facts. And they will have no idea I am gay; why would I volunteer that information way out in cowboy country?"
Jamie took a sip from his wine and started to laugh.
"What's so damn funny?"
"I am imagining you up on a horse wearing Wranglers and a cowboy hat!"
"You think I ain't butch enough?"
"Yes, yes I do! Actually, it's a major fucking turn-on"
Taylor grabbed a pillow from the sofa and tossed it playfully at Jamie.
"Hey, on a serious note, do I get to come see you in those three months?"
"Jamie, this place is like, in the middle of nowhere. It looks like those Roadrunner cartoons where the acme anvil falls out of the sky!"
"Look, I'm staying in a BLM cabin that has three rooms including the bathroom and kitchen! They're gonna know we're sleeping together! This town is so small, it's not really even a town!"
Jamie was quiet. He looked down at the floor.
"Hey, look, maybe we'll work something out, OK? How am I going to tell a bunch of tough cowboys who I'm trying to put the brakes on their cattle grazing on public land, that my lover boy wants to come stay the weekend and have hot sex with me?"
"Oh, well don't kid yourself, I wouldn't doubt one of those hot cowhands with the perfectly round bubble butt is just as gay as we are."
They looked at each other for a while, then Jamie finished the last of his wine and spoke. "Naaa, but damn, it sure sounds sexy!"
Taylor picked up a government jeep outside of Seattle and drove east to Pendelton, Oregon. After grabbing a hamburger, he continued traveling south and drove for hours. There were many stretches of highway that times, he would not see another vehicle for 20 to 30 minutes at a time. The landscape looked like old 60's classic western films. The desolate rock formation also resembled something from a NASA photograph of Mars, except with clusters of cattle grazing out on the horizon. When he turned into the tiny store and asked for directions, the old man at the counter knew exactly where he was going; he went on to say that folks at the hardware store were expecting the new BLM biologist. He smiled, grabbed his beef jerky and Coke can then jumped back into his jeep. A pickup loaded with young cowboys pulled in beside him. They were all young lanky, gorgeous bodies. Some wore dusty, worn chaps; all wore spurs, boots and hats. Their clothes clearly seen some serious, hard work. There was an innocence to each one of their gorgeous faces. Taylor thought that any of them could be plucked out right there and sent to New York for a top modeling job for Ralph Lauren. Beautiful, honest, naive, adventurous and so sex. He thought about a remark Jamie had made; a percentage of those sweet, buff young wranglers were certainly gay. But of course it was critical that they keep it confidential. Unless two just happened to secretly sneak off and have sex out in the stable or on the prairie. The thought of two of these dusty, hot young cowboys in the truck next to him naked and eating our a smooth, muscular butt, burned his erotic imagination. Yes, it was true, there was a remote possibility that any of them could be gay.
Suddenly one of them glanced his way. There was a long moment between them, his cobalt blue eyes, five-days stubble on his chiseled, strong cheekbones made Taylor's heart slam against his chest. Taylor imagined what he might look like nude as the boy walked over to the Jeep.
"Hey," he held out his hand. "you that new biologist guy, or just passing through?"
"Yep, I'm the biologist. Name's Taylor."
"Andy." Taylor grabbed his hand and tried to squeeze as hard as he could. He imagined grabbing his penis. He thought of Jamie and felt guilty that he was so turned on. Fuck, he couldn't help this; these guts are just so sexy.
"Yea, I'm the BLM..."
Before he could finish, the cowboy's eyes lit up.
"Damn, everyone's itching to talk to you!"
"Depends on how you feel 'bout working folks trying to raise up cattle."
Taylor studied his gaze as he leaned on the driver's side of the Jeep.
"Just want to do my job well. I think it'll all work out good for us."
The cowboy smiled, "Hey, you wanna' follow us? We're going right pass the BLM cabin where you'll be staying."
"Ya, that'll be great."
The young cowboy stud studied Taylor's gaze, then smiled back and turned away. As he walked back to the truck, Taylor got a quick glance at his ass. Wow, tight buns busting through those worn, faded old Wrangler jeans.
The young cowboy stud studied Taylor's gaze, then smiled back and turned away. As he walked back to the truck, Taylor got a quick glance at his ass. Wow, tight buns busting through those worn, faded old Wrangler jeans.
Taylor followed the boys the pickup slowed down and the driver put his arm out the window and pointed to a dirt road that turned off from the highway. Taylor beeped and waved, then turned slowly down the dirt road. Once he arrived he saw a clean, simple cabin with the BLM seal and an American flag flying on a pole. At the base of the flagpole, river rock completed a perfect circle around the pole.
After he met with the current biologist who he to relieve of duty, they opened a few beers and eat dinner. They watched the sun from the front porch. The an enormous ball of cherry red slowly sank down behind the horizon.
"Man, I can easily get used to this," Taylor said as the other man smiled.
"Yea, sure gonna miss it myself." He was an older professor-looking guy with a red flannel shirt and tortoise shell glasses.
"Where you heading off to?"
"Alaska to do some fish work. Hell, you might be heading up there after this job. Consider yourself lucky, some guys never get to leave the office building in Washington D.C."
After getting briefed on the job at hand and getting all settled in, the other BLM biologist jumped into his pickup and headed down the road; Taylor was now alone. The other man told him to get out and meet with the three main ranchers and introduce himself. He planned a meet up at Seth Wilkins ranch on Saturday.
Taylor arrived at the front door nervous. The big porch wrapped around a classic American vintage home that was well kept and looked out over the beautiful ranch. When the door opened three buff cowboys, each chiseled and handsome with bushy mustaches and honest eyes, stood there.
Seth was in his late 40's, short with dark eyes and a mustache covering his lips completely. Aaron, the tallest, looked as strong as a bull with a three-day beard riding down to the bottom of his jawline. His piecing brown eyes looked like dark dots.
Then there was Hank Smith, also in his late 40's or early 50's who was strongest of the three. With greying temples and salt and pepper mustache and stubble, he had a quiet sexiness about him. His small, buff body immediately caught Taylor's attention. Forget those young guys back there, this man had the most incredible body he'd even stood this close to. Taylor had never in his life, seen a man so classically gorgeous, yet so natural. It was if the man had no idea just how beautiful he was. He was working on getting more quick glances at how Hank's rock-hard ass filled those thinly-worn, dull blue Wranglers.
They all agreed that they'd take Taylor around to the various ranches and grazing spots so he could get a fell of the land.
"You plannin' on riding out with us to see what we're dealing with?" Sethe asked, as his wife gathered up the dinner plates.
"Sure, shall I drive my truck out and follow you guys up there tomorrow?" The three cowboys looked at each other in surprise, before Hank's friendly smile broke the silence. He walked over and laid his big, weathered hand on Taylor's shoulder.
"We'll be riding horses out that way, tomorrow son. You ever been on a horse?"
"Never," admitted Taylor. The smell of Hank was intoxicatingly sexy. While his hand lay still on Taylor's shoulders, he smelled old leather, worn denim, sweat and dust. Still seated, Taylor was eye level to Hank's crotch, which was inches from his face. The other men were just staring at him seated at the table.
"Well then, Hank will have to be your teacher," Aaron quipped.
"I'll give ya' a crash course. Your butt may be a little sore for a few days after we finish," The three cowboys snickered. "We can start tomorrow morning, five sharp, awright?" Taylor reached up and grabbed his huge extended hand, Hank's crotch was now inches from his lips.
The next day when Taylor arrived at Hank's ranch, he was met at the door by Hank's wife, an average looking women with determined eyes and calloused hands. She introduced herself, then excused herself, explaining to Taylor it was time for her weekly drive into town for supplies. She called for Hank and invited Taylor inside the large, sprawling ranch house. Taylor made himself at home, sinking deeply into a big leather chair, noticing the pictures mounted on the wall. There was a photo that caught his eye of a young Hank, wearing no shirt and bucking hay. Sweat glistened off his massive biceps, his chest golden brown from a summer tan.
"Yep, that's when I was 'bout your age." Hank spoke as he entered the room and noticed Taylor eyeing the photos; it startled Taylor.
"Wow, you have quite a build there," Taylor said trying not to sound to obvious. Hank's voice was relaxed and friendly.
"I bucked hay damn near every day; I was in great shape then. Now I'm just a fat old man."
"Oh, hardly, you look pretty fucking good to me," Taylor suddenly caught himself and blushed.
"Why, yea," Hank snickered. "Thank you, son. Maybe I still have a decent shape on this weathered old body." If Hank picked up that Taylor was aroused by his body, he sure wasn't letting on. Hank took a good look at Taylor and asked, "So you have any boots or jeans? Chaps or a hat?"
"Well, I have these Levis and some hiking boots..."
"No, that won't due," Hank interupted, "Come on with me, we'll get you some gear."
Taylor followed Hank into a back bedroom where he pulled out a couple pair of brand new Wrangler's and tossed them at Taylor. "See if these fit you. They were my boys' but he never got to wear 'em."
"You have a son?"
"Had," Hank corrected. "He died in Iraq. Special Forces, Green Beret. He was going to come home to the ranch, but..." The was a very uncomfortable silence. "Yea, anyways, he died two weeks after his first deployment. Hey, don't worry about it. I'm way better than before. So here's some boots and a hat. He was about your size, this should all fit you."
"Well, I don't know what to say, but, thank you."
"Not a problem, go ahead and try 'em on." Hank left the room as Taylor sat on a mattress that lay on the floor of the bedroom. He pulled his underwear to his feet, wanting to try on the Wranglers commando. He worked quickly to get the Wranglers on before Hank came back in through the open bedroom door. He was pulling them feverishly up over his naked ass when he tripped and toppled to the floor. He lay in the fetal position with his jeans at his knees just as Hank came walking in.
"Hey, you OK?" Hank said as he lay on the floor trying to get up with the jeans not quite covering his little naked buns.
"Yea," he laughed and started tugged at the pants trying to get them over his exposed buns. He was in great shape and knew he has a cute ass; but what would a tough, married, straight cowboy care about that.
"Commando!" Hank remarked as he reached his finger through the belt loop with one hand and pulled Taylor up from the floor.
"'Scuse me," Taylor said, very embarrassed while he frantically pulled at his jeans. hank chuckled and confided that he too would often go commando before he was married.
"Would always forget to do laundry and it was OK wearing 3-day old jeans, but not underwear." They laughed together.
Taylor felt very good around Hank. While all the ranchers he worked kept to themselves, he new that they were all cut from conservative stock and if they were to find out Taylor was gay, he'd have a tough time getting any of them to work with him. Hank had reached out the most to help Taylor; teaching him how to ride, put tack on a horse, how to run cattle. While the other ranchers were not very comfortable giving away any more information than what they were liable for, Hank was forthcoming about almost everything it took to run his cattle business. For three Sundays in a row, Hank invited Taylor to have dinner with him and his wife, Connie. She was a quiet woman, like Hank, who spent most of her time doing the books for the ranch and other various chores. They seemed to get along nicely, however didn't show much affection to one another.
On this particular Sunday as they were seated quietly at the dinner table, the dogs outside begain to bark. Hank leaned back and pulled the curtain away from the window pane so he could see who was coming up the road.
"Seth and Aaron, wonder what's on their minds?" The engine of the pickup was quiet and the dogs stopped barking. Son they could hear both truck doors slam and the clatter of boots across the porch. Hank jumped up to greet them at the front door.
"Hey, you guys hungry?"
"Naw, we both had dinner already, thanks."
"Bet 'cha didn't have any of Connie's apple pie!" He picked up the pie with both big hands and proudly displayed it as if he were in a TV commercial.
"Wow, hey, that's looks like a real good apple pie there," Seth commented. Connie smiled and jumped up to get two plates and forks.
"Set 'em down guys. Hey, you know Taylor." Each man reached across the table and shook hands with Taylor before pulling out a wooden kitchen chair and lowered their big, buff bodies down. Connie handed them each a heaping of apple pie and a glass of milk.
"Oh, my, thank you ma'am."
"So you guys got to be up to something more than mooching apple pie off us." Everyone smiled at Hank's joke. Aaron took a massive bite of pie, washed it with some milk then spoke.
"Well, seems with summer just 'round the corner, Seth and I been wondering if we can start thinking about moving cattle east of Trout Creek Pass." He turned his attention to Taylor who tried not to show how much he admired Aaron's gorgeous face.
"Haven't had a chance to get a look over there yet, Aaron. I guess we could change plans and head that way instead."
"Well, we're looking at getting cattle that way in the next few weeks, we've been grazing there at this time of year for ten years. The past two BLM boys held us back, but word was we'd be given the go ahead this year."
"Well, this is the first I've heard of it. I'll email my boss in D.C., but if that's what you were told, I don't see much of a problem."
"So that's a green light?" There was a long silence; it seemed like Talyor was at a threshold of trust. The three beautiful cowboys stared at him waiting for an answer.
"Yes it is. I'll have to initiate a report, maybe change gears a bit and head out that way this week. But if the guys said you'd be able to graze this year, well then, that's good enough for me. Fact is, most conditions around these parts are looking exceptional."
Seth took the final bite of his pie and turned to Hank, "Hey, I like this kid! Anyway you could convince those government types to let you stay out here and be a permanent BLM guy?"
"Well, thanks Seth," Taylor responded, "I will look into that." He wanted these guys to like him bu wasn't about to jeopardize his job. Every chance he could get to accommodate these guys without straying outside the lines, he'd take it. He loved being around these guys; he felt macho, sexy and the eye candy was an immense turn on.
The men chatted a while before Aaron and Seth pushed themselves away from the table.
"Well, that about does it. If ya don't mind me sayin', we sure do appreciate the way you streamline this process for us ranchers Taylor. It always seemed them BLM boys enjoyed making things harder for us; kind of gives you a bad taste in yer mouth for the government, ya know?"
"Yea, I know see where all that anti-government sentiment starts creeping in." Taylor said as he looked each at each one of the men in the eye. He knew he was earning their respect. If they only knew of his wild fantasy: taking off all his clothes and letting each one of these cowboys slap his ass and tie him up, they'd be horrified.
"You ain't bad for a city boy, Taylor. Anything we can do to make you comfortable, just ask." My God, he thought to himself, if only he could ask them.
"Just doing my job, out here." With that all three ranchers got up from the dinner table and headed for the front door.
"How you planning on getting out to inspect the grazing area? You need one of us to ride out there with ya? It's rough country, boy. No offense, but for a city boy to just talk up and ride out there with little or no experience, why, that is dangerous."
Seth was volunteering valuable ranch time to escort Taylor. It was obvious that he was beginning to loosen up. Even though he was warming up to Taylor, he wondered what he should say if they started asking him about home life. Should he be honest and tell the truth? He wondered how Seth and the other two ranchers would react if Taylor told them that he had a boyfriend back home and they'd sleep in the same bed and sex together many times. No, that couldn't work.
"I got nothing happening for a few days 'til we get our calves from the Steens Mountains. Hell, I'll take him up that way." Hank turned to Taylor. "Hope you're prepared buddy, this trip here is about a four or five day ride, all day too, ya know? Sleeping under the stars, campfire and gettin' up and riding 10-hour days. You up for that?"
"Well, I guess I'm not supposed to say this, but it sounds like fun!"
"Yea, fun till the second day and you have saddle sores on that little city boy ass of yours." Hank had a playful, innocent demeanor to that remark. Taylor envisioned himself bent over Hank's denim-clad knees while he rubbed lotion on his tender, nude ass near a campfire on a starry night.
"Hey look, maybe I should start riding right now to get broken in."
"Wouldn't hurt, and I can help you with that as well."
Hank was willing to take Taylor under his wing and give him a crash course in riding, cowboy style. For the next few days, Taylor rode out to Hank's ranch, saddled up and rode with Hank and some of his hot ranch hands as they went about their chores. He was having so much fun, that he had failed to call Jamie back after he noticed at breakfast that he had called. The reception was spotty and it was challenging making phones calls in most places. One he returned back to the BLM field office, he pulled out his cell phone and noticed the reception indicator was very strong. He dialed Jamie's number.
"Taylor! You OK?"
"Yes, fine. The reception is horrible out here so if I'm not in the field office it gets impossible to make calls."
"Oh, so you've been working outside of the office?"
"Well of course. It's the job, Jamie."
"Well what? Tell me."
"Well I have been learning to ride horses and saddled them up and other cowboy stuff!"
"You like that stuff?"
"I love it!"
"I think you just love those cowboys out there!"
"Oh knock it off."
"Do you miss me?"
"Oh course I miss you! Do you miss me?" There was a strong tinge of jealousy in Jamie's voice that was very irritating to Taylor. He was carrying inside him his secret gay life that his newfound cowboy buddies could never find out and he was keeping his lust for these macho cowboys from his lover back at home. If only Jamie knew how he ended each day masturbating to the fantasy of Hank; he had it bad for this older cowboy indeed.
"I miss you terribly," Jamie spoke. It was the longest amount of time they'd spent apart since moving in together. After Taylor finished this first assignment, they would have been apart for as long as they had been together. As they got deep into dirty, sexy talk, the bell hanging on the front door to the field office rang.
"Shit, I have to go, love you." Taylor quickly stuffed his cell phone in his hip pocket and went to the front counter to see who was coming.
It was a nature photographer asking for directions; Taylor pulled out a map and they both poured over it together as it lie open on the counter.
The next few days that passed, Taylor was up well before the sunrise, showered, dressed and in the pickup. With coffee cup in hand, he gazed out at the moon-like bluffs and rocks that seemed to go past the horizon. He'd drive down the lonely highway being the only vehicle on the road for miles. Once he arrived at Hank's ranch, he found it comforting to be amongst the ranch hands as they busily saddled their horses while balancing black coffee in tin cups as the the sun slowly thawed the frozen high desert. Taylor could hardly wait to climb on the back of his Morgan gelding and hit the trail, as always. Every morning, Hank was friendly and patient, working with Taylor to perfect his horsemanship techniques. Working close to him, Taylor could smell the pull of Hank's intoxicating, sexy body. He turned to see Hank leaning down to pickup a saddle and imagined him pulling his Wranglers down past his knees so he could see his big, buff ass for him to enjoy. Taylor's fantasies were become all too powerful, consuming and vivid.
With a few days to go before he and Hank set out on the trail, he received a call from Jamie.
"Hey cutie, I'm at the Boise airport."
"What, why?!"
"I... well, I thought you'd be excited to see me."
"Jesus, Jamie, I am leaving to examine overgrazing in two days out on the trail! Why didn't you call me?"
"I wanted to surprise you!" Jamie did his best to sound hurt, but Taylor could sense the jealousy in his voice.
"Alright, so what are your plans?"
"Well, I rented as car and I was going to drive..."
"No! You don't understand, the closest town around is John Day, with a population of, maybe, a couple thousand people. And that includes the horses!"
"Oh, don't be so dramatic..."
Taylor cut him off, "And that's a two-hour drive! Look, I thought we went over this, Goddamn it! Jesus I have a job to do, one I love to do. I have a career I am trying to mold..."
"And let's see, you don't have any room for a relationship."
"Not a one-sided relationship!"
As Taylor stood by the front counter at the field station, he could see a cloud of dirt trailing behind Hank's truck; he was coming down the highway in the distance.
"Look, I have a client that I can see coming up the road. I will meet you half way in Ontario, Oregon. It's on Interstate 84, just across the Idaho border. I'll get us a hotel and we'll spend one night there, OK?"
"So, you must have some reason why you don't want me in your little cowboy town?"
"Yea, because I'm fucking gay and I don't need to come out in front of all these ranchers in the beginnings of my career, got it? Just fucking be there! I'm leaving now and I'll have to drive all God damn night!" He disconnected his cell phone and in a rage stuffed it in his shirt pocket. When he looked up, Hank was waiting patiently outside. He scurried to the front door to greet him. The sun was a beautiful, glowing ball hanging right between two boulders, each the size of small skyscrapers. It sent a shadow across the plains for miles and across the front of Hank's vintage Ford pickup, where he leaned himself against. His cowboy hat was lowered slightly over his eyes, his legs crossed, one dusty leather boot over the other. He looked like an model for some exotic, wild west, cowboy cologne that men in San Francisco or New York would swoon over simply because the model in the ad was so gorgeous, but off course, real cowboys would never wear.
"Hey, sorry, I was caught up in a personal matter."
"Not a problem, pal." He pushed his hat back revealing his sexy, sky blue eyes. The crows feet and three-day stubble around them made Hank's already handsome face look even sexier. The way his faded, worn out old Wranglers hugged his thick thighs and incredibly muscular ass made Taylor wish he could see Hank nude. With the sun sneaking behind the horizon and now illuminating behind Hank, he looked like a movie still for an old western. No one would believe a cowboy could look that good.
"Hey, Hank, I'm keeping a file of my first job. Mind if I get a shot of you?"
"Na, go right a 'head."
"Go on and get back by your truck, yea, perfect." As he centered his camera phone on Hank's body, he nervously snapped two or three very quick shots. He planned on downloading the best one into his computer and adjusting the light to make sure it was just perfect.
"Thanks pal."
"Well, I just came by to see if you are all set to go tomorrow."
"Tomorrow? Shit! Hank I hate to do this and I know you have shit going on, but I had a personal matter pop up. I'm driving out to Ontario to meet my room mate from Seattle; long story, but I'm turning around and coming right back. Can we post pone it a day? Christ, I hate to do this to ya..."
Hank studied him for a few seconds, then answered,"Yea, sure, I guess so."
"Look, I know this looks flaky and I ain't a flake. It's just that he has some relationship issue and needs to talk to a friend right now."
"Yea, I guess so; having come clear out from Seattle..." Hank chuckled. "Damn women do all kinds of strange things to a man."
"You got that right."
"Personally, I would never let a woman make me drive all night jus' ta talk to a friend. Just ain't worth it. Maybe it's time your friend get someone else, someone a man can trust."
Taylor looked at Hank and wondered if he heard any part of his conversation; he wondered how long he was standing outside and if he could hear Taylor as he was raising his voice. "Yea, Hank, I get what your saying."
"OK, pal, we pull out of here then on Wednesday at 5 a.m. Now I can't be setting it off any later than that, understand?"
"Yes, yes, thank you Hank, I am so sorry for this." Taylor was tempted to just call Jamie back and tell him he wouldn't be there. He was so pissed off that Jamie had been so jealous, insecure and inconsiderate to make Taylor drive non stop and put, not only a budding friendship with Hank on the line, but his good word. The men out here in cattle country live by their word and their ability to get up early and get jobs done. Taylor loved that and wanted to start living by that creed as well; having to post phone the trail ride for a day because of Jamie's stupid jeaousy made him furious.
"You must have a good relationship with your wife, huh Hank?"
"We are good life partners who accept each other for what exactly what we are, if ya know what I mean? Those silly days of arguing and being jealous are long past us."
Taylor thought about what hank had said as he drove through the night, stopping twice for coffee refills in his massive thermos. When he reached Ontario the sun was just coming up. The hotel was right off the main drag and he pulled in and parked. Jamie had already checked in; he walked over to the room. He was so tired at that point, all he wanted to do was sleep. He tapped on the hotel door and stepped back. Jamie threw open the door and stood there in a bath towel.
"Hey beautiful, welcome to Ontario!" He opened his arms expecting a massive greetings but instead received a luke warm response with a kiss on his cheek.
"I'm exhausted, I need sleep." Taylor dropped his bag on the floor and fell to the bed. There was a conflict of intentions as soon as Taylor entered the room. While Jamie did not see the complexity of the problem and viewed their meeting as an opportunity to have a sexual romp, Taylor was exhausted from driving and way more interested in doing his new job. Once he awoke from his nap, both men had a discussion that became heated at times. In the end, Taylor left to drive back to work and Jamie to return to their apartment in Seattle. It was almost nigh fall when Taylor got back; there was a note attached to the field office door. It was from Hank saying to meet him at his ranch in the morning at 5 a.m.
The lights were seeping from the wooden slates of the old round barn as Taylor rolled up in the darkness. Once inside, cowboys were busy with their saddles and feeding horses, a scene he found addicting. He was loving this cowboy lifestyle and couldn't keep from thinking about what Hank might look like wearing only a cowboy hat and shirt. Hank's massive hands were tucked into the front pockets of his faded Wranglers as he walked over to Taylor. The twinkle from his eyes and the stature of his body was a delightful way to start the day, Taylor thought. Soon both men had their supplies in their saddlebags and were well on the trail.
They rode out the patch directly behind the barn as the sun sprang up on the horizon directly in front of them as if they would run right into it. As they switch-backed through the prairie, he felt the elevation rise and soon huge slabs of glacier lay between boulders the size of buildings. They rode most of the day and stopped near a tiny pond to water their horses and munch on chunks of jerky themselves. The warm sun massaged his face as the cool glacier winds blew. They continued riding. Pine dotted the surroundings to either side as signs of snow and ice were present in the distance. They had ridden the crest of the pass and were now descending into a huge, alpine meadow.
"Think we'll break here for the night," Hank said as he pulled up. Within a half hour, a campfire was crackling and their horses were unsaddled and munching contently on wild clover and alfalfa grass.
"There's a pond just over that hill," Hank pointed to a soft, rounded hill where thickets of purple and yellow wildflowers painted the hillside like the floral print dresses of women in the first row of an Easter church service.
"In the morning you can get cleaned up over there."
"Is is cold?" Taylor asked.
"It's glacier fed," he smiled. "But your a cowboy now, you can handle it. Besides, there ain't nothing that makes a man feel more alive than a tin cup of hot, black, campfire coffee in his hand while ice-cold, spring-fed water numbs your toes as the warm spring sun grants you another day of life." The way Hank had such a deep-seeded appreciation for simple things made him even more attractive, thought Taylor.
"Did you even come up here with your wife?" Taylor asked.
"No, only other cowboys. Kind of a private, sacred place, if ya know what I mean?" Taylor wasn't quite sure, but nodded and smiled all the same.
They passed the whiskey bottle for a few rounds, then zippered the sleeping bags over their heads. Taylor slept good and woke as light was just breaking. A light breeze rustled the pine needles around him as he noticed the campfire was already roaring with a pot of hot coffee ready to drink. Hank was nowhere to be seen. He pulled his tin cup from a leather bag and poured the thick, black caffeine and walked towards the hill. As he reached the top he was rewarded with a breathtaking view of the large, alpine meadow with colorful spring flowers blooming all around. A circle of pine draped around the pond like nature's privacy fence. A trail led him through, as he ducked his head at times from low hanging pine limbs until he reached the banks of the pond. The clear, blue water was as clear and cobalt as Hanks' eyes; he could see trout swimming near the bottom from the bank. He stooped down and cupped his hand, bringing a cool drink to his mouth. The mountain spring water was almost sweet; certainly he had never tasted water so wonderful.
Just as Hank promised, the water was numbingly cold; cold enough to submerge a six-pack of beer near the banks to serve on a sweltering summer day. It was during his second cupped handful of water he brought to his mouth, his eyes had wandered to his far right. What he saw caused his heart to tremble like a captive bird and butterflies fluttered in his belly. Even the tips of his ears burnt with excitement. Moving through the pond was Hank, nude. The water was just shy of his big, round, perfectly symmetrical ass cheeks as he waded causally into the pond completely nude. His ass reminded Taylor of those Greek and Roman sculptures he'd seen on his senior year trip to Europe. Marble sculptures designed by the great masters were displayed everywhere in pubic were exquisite designs of men's smooth, tight, muscular naked asses. He often wondered as he browsed museums and sat in public piazzas staring at those gorgeous butts, if a perfect ass that those really existed in the flesh. Did a man actually have an ass like that and if so, would he ever get the chance to see it in person? At that moment, there in that pond, the moment had arrived.
He watched Hank slowly move through the frigid water looking like a wild, buff warrior moving slowly through the waters before a day of hunting. For a moment, he wondered if he should hide himself within the trees so Hank didn't see him if he were to turn around. But then surely Hank would know he was there and it would appear even worse. So he continued squatting near the bank, drinking his coffee and enjoying long, erotic glances of Hank's beautiful butt and muscular torso. Just then as Hank moved towards the bank, he turned and looked over his shoulder directly at Taylor, just as if he knew he was watching all along. Then he smiled a gentle, dream-like smile and moved up to the bank disappearing behind the pine trees.
Then, just as Taylor stood and turned to go back up to the camp, he could see Hank once again through a clearing. Taylor watched quietly as Hank plopped his cowboy hat on his head and toweled dried his naked body in the morning, mountain sunshine.
Taylor made it back to the campsite before Hank, who arrived fully dressed, his shirt unbuttoned revealing drops of pond water clinging to his chest.
"It's going to be a beautiful day," Hank said as he knelt down to grab the coffee pot off the wire rack setup in the hot coals.
It was well past noon when Hank pulled up the reins on his horse and reached in his saddle bag for a hunk of elk jerky. He ripped off a piece with his massive, leathered fingers and offered some to Taylor.
"Thanks," Taylor said reaching out to accept the offer.
"You might want to record this area, we generally run cattle here 'round July." Hank suggested as he climbed off his horse looked out over the lush prairie like a ship captain standing at the bough of his vessel looking out to sea.
"Lots of wonderful memories riding this here range."
"Wow, it just gets more beautiful as we ride!" Taylor commented.
"We'll ride out to where that mountain range meets the prairie; there's an old cabin that was used for cattle drives. We'll bed down there for the night."
A warm summer breeze drifted at their backs as their horses made a casual cantor towards the cabin. The tangy scent of fresh juniper that rode it's way on the wings of the breeze was one of the most beautiful scents Taylor could recall. He knew right then, as it lodged its way into the memory banks of his mind, that for many years to come he'd always be able to tap into that familiar scent to bring him back to this gorgeous place on earth where the gorgeous cowboy riding at his side.
The one-room cabin was rustic, simple, clean and comfortable, with a wooden table and 4 chairs, two small beds, a wood stove and some shelves built above a very tiny kitchen. All the furniture was extremely well constructed from local oak. There was no running water, but a hand pump was just outside the front porch where fresh spring water could be pumped and carried into the kitchen basin for meals. Just a few hundred feet from the porch, a twisted creek ran by the cabin lined with Alder and Elm trees.
While Taylor was perched at the table busily crunching grazing data on his laptop, Hank walked out the back door with a hunting rifle. He returned less than an hour later carrying two wild game birds he had killed and announced that they'd be dinning on barbecued grouse with wild rice and grilled red potatoes.
After dinner the two met sat on the front porch sipping Jack Daniel's whiskey out of tin cups. They watched the sun lower down slowly behind the creek and band of trees.
"Damn, that is beautiful!" remarked Hank.
"Each day as the sunsets into the Ganges River in India, Hindu's exercise their traditions by wading into the waters to worship the sun as it marks the end to each day," Taylor said trying to impress the older cowboy.
"I have seen that on a documentary and apparently they worship the rising of the sun in the same fashion," quipped Hank. A long moment passed between the men until Hank broke the silence, "And cowboys in Eastern Oregon sit on the front porch of a late 17th century prairie cabin and exercise their traditions by sipping Jack Daniels -- the finest American whiskey -- as the sun marks the end of their day as it dips into Jordon Creek!" Both men laugh heartedly while clinking their cups together in a toast.
"I have to say Hank, I have never enjoyed myself more."
"Kinda' like it out here, huh city boy?" Hank poked fun at Taylor.
"Hank, I am in love with this county!" By now Taylor was feeling pretty good after 3 shots of whiskey and was cautious not to blurt out that he was also in love with Hank's sexy body.
"I have been to a lot of places, popular places, like Rome and Paris. But this is a hidden gem!"
"Yes it is Taylor. I haven't been to any of those places you've mentioned Taylor. Sure, back when I was in the Marines, I did some traveling in the Middle East; ya see, I'm just a simple cowboy. I love my life, I love riding the range on my beautiful horse. I love snagging a wild grouse and having a great dinner then sitting on the deck with my buddy Taylor and watching the sun go down!"
"So well said, Hank, so well said!" Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the way the shadows of the remaining light cast the silver images of the day across Hank's handsome face revealing the sexy crow's feet around his eyes. Maybe it was the way he was so damn strong, so buff yet so gentle, but Taylor had to hold down the powerful emotions that was erupting from within. Was he falling in love with Hank? If so, it was impossible. Hank was a married straight man, Taylor was a gay man with a lover back home in their apartment waiting for him to return.
"No need to bath in the river, cowboy, there's a shower behind the cabin. Just pump the handle a few times and you have a shower for a minute or more. You have to pump a half dozen or so times to keep up the pressure. Oh, and it's ass-cold, pal!"
"I'll be heading out to get samples from the prairie tomorrow, it's supposed to get pretty hot, so maybe I'll wait till the afternoon to shower. I'll need cooling off by then."
"Sounds like a plan. I'm going to hang out here and cut some fire wood to replenish stock," Hank said. "We all use the cabin and keep plenty of fire wood cut and seasoned." He looked squarely at Taylor, "You ain't gonna get lost on me know, are ya?"
"Na, I'm just working over that hill. I won't be more than a shout away."
The sun was already hot at 7:30 when Hank helped Taylor saddle his horse. "Make sure you have plenty of water."
"I'll just be on the other side of the stream. I can always dip my cup into the water there; it is clean enough to drink, right?"
Hank smiled, "That's some of the cleanest, tastiest water on earth, lil' cowboy. Have at it!"
Taylor loaded his laptop and canteen, then rode off alone. He worked gathering samples and logging information into the program until well after noon. He could feel the sweat gather under his arms and on his neck, so he took off his shirt. The afternoon heat stung his skin.
As he worked alone, he thought about Hank chopping wood; how sexy he must look by now, sweaty with his massive muscles glowing in the hot sun. He wondered if Hank would be showering at just the time Taylor returned.
He finished his work, wrapped up his equipment and slipped his laptop back into its protective case. He mind quickly wandered and he began getting thoughts of harmless, erotic mischief. Maybe he'd sneak up and watch Hank from the bank of the river, through the band of trees, but quickly reconsidered thinking that might be too creepy. Instead, he'd leave his horse a few yards behind seeing as Hank was too smart and would certainly detect a horse nearby so he left him to munch clover contently nearby. Just sitting by the bank of the stream wasn't nothing out of the ordinary.
He crossed the shallow end by stepping over river rock, then hunched down on the banks. He could hear Hank cracking firewood with one swift, hefty blow. He watched Hank bend over. His big body picked up a new log, placed it on the stump, then repeat the process until he had a large pile. Then he'd stack the wood against the cabin under the eves and continue. The sleeveless denim jacket he was wearing was soaked with sweat, his jeans sticking to his legs with perspiration and humidity.
By now, the afternoon heat was scorching and well into the upper 90's, perhaps even 100. He watched as Hank stopped cutting, took off his cowboy hat before pumping fresh water into his cupped hands to drink. He lowered his head under the flow of crystal, cold water from the old, brass spigot and soaked the heat from his skull. He pumped the handle with his powerful arms showing off his massive biceps; he pumped hard until the water came flowing freely from the shower head. Taylor became enthralled as he patiently watched Hank bend down and start to remove his jeans while leaning on the old wooden fence near the shower head. Suddenly Taylor felt his heart skip a beat as Hank finally unbuckled his rodeo buckle and peeled his Wrangler jeans down to his boots with his powerful and fully formed man-ass pointing directly at Taylor as he sat amongst the trees. An overwhelming rush of adrenaline propelled up through his brain in one direction while blood surged down to his penis in the other.
Hank moved under the shower like a big, bull elk cooling off under a mountain waterfall. It was too far away to see anything of real erotic value; like perhaps the muscular roundness in each ass muscle, his six-pack of abs or the size of Hank's cock; Taylor still had yet to get a good look at that. For a fleeting moment, Taylor considered dashing back to get mount his horse and ride up to the cabin in the hopes of catch Hank naked. He trashed the plan, realizing that by the time he'd get back, Hank would be clothed and cutting firewood. It was painful to be so close, yet so far away. He could watch Hank's sexy naked ass, yet he was too far to see close up. He watched the water flow from the pump cease, just like a cock that had come and was now growing limp. Hank walked back around the cabin, still naked and dripping wet and pumped the handle for another round. From the distance, Taylor could barely make out his ass muscles flexing each time he drove down the handle. Once the water was flowing again, Hank slowly walked back around the cabin again until he was under the shower head. It was an excellent opportunity to size up his cock -- he saw it swinging as he moved from shower head to pump and back again -- but alas, just too far to get a good look.
After a while he got back on his horse and rode to the cabin. After crossing the stream, he could hear the distinct crack and topple of firewood now being chopped at a swift, consistent pace. When he was less than a hundred yards away, he looked up though there clearing and was startled. Hank with his ax, was now wearing a fresh t-shirt, his cowboy hat, but no jeans or underwear. Hank suddenly looked up and waved. Taylor made a clicking sound with his teeth as his horse moved ahead in a leisurely walk towards Hank.
"Too damn hot to wear pants," Hank commented with a laugh. Taylor tried not to gawk, but was exploding inside.
"Ah, that's enough for today," Hank said before plopping himself down on the boards of the porch, still nude from the waste down. He laid his arms behind his head and seemed to be totally unaware that his nakedness was driving Taylor mad.
"Oh, hope this don't bother ya..."
"No," Taylor quickly interrupted, "no, not at all."
"That's one of the many conveniences of working out in nature, you can wear natures clothes."
"Sure," Taylor nodded, "Last night here, huh?"
"Yep and it'll be a hot one. No air in these here prairie cabins," Hank laughed.
Just as Taylor was considering removing his jeans, Hank went back in and came out with his boxers, then began to fire up the wood stove. They ate and both men wandered out to the porch to watch the sunset.
"I wish I could stay here forever," Taylor said as he gazed out at the red sunset.
"Really, now? You, a city boy seemed to be adapting nicely to this here county life."
"Yea, indeed, Hank. I mean, like, I'm really loving it here. Not sure if I want to go back." Taylor appeared to be self-confident and relaxed, but inside his excited mind kept rolling through the images of Hank lying on the porch with his cock exposed. It was the last bit of his body that Taylor was wanting to see. Taylor was overwhelmed by this man's sexy naked stature and his matter-of-fact, easy-going nature. If only he were gay, if only Taylor lived by, if only he didn't have a jealous lover waiting for him in a Seattle apartment back home. If only life could be different.
As they sat quietly on the cabin porch, prairie crickets kept time with a steady hum; a raspberry-colored sunset spilled across the early night sky. Daytime temperatures had barely moved, there was little relief hovering in the mid-nineties.
"It's gonna be a hot one tonight, Taylor; there's no AC way out here."
"I'm having a great time, everything is just beautiful," Taylor said before downing his fourth shot of whisky.
"Yup, get drunk and sleep it out."
"Maybe we should leave the doors open to the cabin?" Taylor asked innocently.
"Not if you don't mind having a black bear standing over you in the morning."
"No, I'll pass on that."
After five shots, Taylor realized that he'd gone over his limit of two. He knew exactly how much alcohol he could handle and five shots was way over the top.
"Guess I'll get ready for bed." He got up from the chair and quickly felt a powerful rush surge to his head. He turned away -- not wanting to alert and suspicion of his condition -- then closed his eyes trying to concentrate on not passing out.
"Hey, how you doing cowboy?" Genuinely concerned, Hank got up from his chair as well.
"Yea, yea, I'm good, it's just the heat."
"Well, we have to stay hydrated and whiskey don't count." Still dressed his shorts and shirt, Hank walked over to the water hand pump and drew up a large, cold glass of water into a canteen and handed it to taylor. "Here ya go partner, drink up."
Hank took a long look at the two singe beds setup just a few feet away from each,"don't know about you, but I'm I'm sleeping with as little as possible on. Don't want to gross you out, but it's just too damn hot tonight."
"Hey, that don't gross me out, believe me!" Hank glanced back at him with a confused look on his face and immediately Taylor realized that the alcohol was giving him newfound confidence. Hank reached for the whiskey bottle,"You want a nightcap?"
"Noooo, I'm done for the night. Should sleep like a baby." Hank smiled and looked at Taylor through the raised shotglass. Taylor smiled back at him, then toppled onto the bed.
"Ah, the final night. Damn, I'm missing this already." Hank just nodded and was already undressing in that casual, matter-of-fact way he does. As Taylor spoke, his eyes roamed over to the other side of the room where Hank had already removed everything and was down to his sleeveless t-shirt, briefs and his Stetson cowboy hat.
"Well, I guess I probably won't be needing my sleeping bag," Taylor remarks while trying to keep a keen eye on the very moment Hank removed his underwear. He suddenly realized that he'll be able to see Hank nude for the rest of the night. Then Hank tugged his white, cotton briefs down past his big thighs until they hit the wooden floor of the old cabin. Then he kicked them aside and reached for a cigar.
"Mind if I smoke?"
"No, go ahead." Looking sexier than any man he'd ever imagined, Hank lights the stogie and walks across the cabin floor, his long cock dangling like a quarter horse stud. He looks out through the window as the full moon shines brightly on his handsome, rugged face. He quietly takes a puff and blows it out through the window into the hot summer night. As he quietly peers out, Taylor now gets an extended look at his perfect ass again. Finally Taylor gets enough nerve to strip and settle down on his bed with his arms behind his head. The two men talk for a while before their conversation drifts. Taylor takes note that hank has turned over, his beautiful butt bathed in moonlight as he is fast asleep. For minutes, he can hardly contain his excitement being alone in a cabin, out in the woods, on a smothering summer's night, with the cowboy's buff body lying just inches away. He certainly cannot sleep and slowing his erection grows. He turns away, in an effort to hide it should Hank suddenly awaken. Slowly, he stroked his erection, pretending he's lying next to Hank until it was exploding with pleasure. But as he got lost in that pleasure and failed to keep guard, Hank was awoken.
"Hey, you awright?"
"Yea, yea, oh God," Taylor was mortified. Hank had caught him with his slender hand wrapped around his cock and pumping it to delight.
"I, I, shit I'm...sorry," Taylor struggled to find words. What a fool to even attempt such a thing, he thought to himself. He turned away and curled into a fetal position as his erection rapidly softened.
"Hey, I didn't mean to started you, it's fine..."
"Sorry, I',m going to sleep now." Taylor quickly shut down his brain and escaped into blackness.
The next day as Hank struggled to console him, he refused to even look Hank in the eye. Once they arrived back at the ranch, Taylor clammed up and for the next few weeks avoided Hank's phone calls. He would only meet with him when other ranchers were there for the BLM meetings. He even tried to see if he could leave early and return home to Seattle. He had finally decided to put his mind into his work until the final day he was to leave. With just 5 days left, Hank finally managed to catch him at the BLM office one late morning.
"Are you busy?" Hank asked as he walked into the field office; Taylor looked as if he's seen a ghost.
"Look, Taylor, I have been meaning to talk to you..."
"I would rather forget that night if you don't mind. And thanks for not mentioning it to anyone." Hank was silent for a moment, then spoke."Well, if you wouldn't have shut me out that night, I would have told you, that, well...look I want to be frank with you, Taylor. Godman, that was pretty awesome!"
"What, excuse me?" Taylor was confused.
"Look, maybe we can load up the horses and head out before you leave? One last time maybe?"
It didn't take Taylor much to agree to that. He and Hank took off that next morning without telling a soul. This time Hank led him through a rocky pass, where the elevation was steady and they climbed almost all day in the warm, Indian summer sun. It was a secret place, Hank had confided to him, where no cattle roam. Once they passed through a narrow, tight trail where rocky cliffs loomed as tall as skyscrapers on both sides of the dirt trail, they found what Hank described as Indian Heaven.
"Wow," Taylor said wide-eyed from the back of his horse. "It's so beautiful!"
"And almost untouched by man. Few people knew about it and it's just too difficult to get to. Many an Indian chief and brave have been buried up here."
A wide alpine meadow colored with late summer flowers grew among the tall, soft yellow grass. In the middle was a placid pond and a tiny cabin.
"That cabin, so they say, was used by early cowboys to visit and trade with Indians. Only the white men who were trusted were allowed back here."
They took off their horses saddles and released them to graze peacefully on the tall grass. Taylor and Hank walked close to each other past the pond and a few hundred yards to where hot steam rose up from a bed of rocks.
"Hot springs, go ahead place your hand in there." Taylor dropped his hand into the warm flow of water and watched as Hank smiled back at him. Taylor watched eagerly as Hank started removing his clothes. After he was completely nude, he walked over to Taylor and pulled him into his naked buff body, they kissed long and hard under the heavenly sunshine. Hank moved Taylor's frame around and slowly started removing his clothes as well. Then, hand in hand, both erections bouncing, they walked towards the hot springs and lowered their naked asses into the water.
"But, I thought you were married," Taylor finally whispered.
Hank just smiled, "let's just enjoy this time." Taylor wondered if he were actually dreaming and if he were, it was the greatest dream ever.
They soaked their bodies for almost an hour before gathering up their clothes and walking back to the small cabin naked. He smiled at Hank who reached back and laid his big, rough hand on Taylor's smooth ass cheek. Then Taylor stopped and turned towards Hank.
The tiny old cabin was simple, clean and had a wonderful red cedar smell that Taylor found intoxicating. Inside this rustic cabin in God's country -- with a buff, hot, naked cowboy that he has been having a constant fantasy about all summer -- has overwhelmingly erotic.
"There's only one bed in this one," Taylor said smiling, a tiny bead of come glistened in the dying day's light on the tip of his solid erection.
"Hopefully we can make do," Hank replied with that stoic, Marlboro-man grin. His cowboy prowess and confidence took over Taylor's slim, smooth body. His brawny, buff frame held him down on the bed firmly while he kissed him incessantly yet gently, caressing every inch as if he knew somehow it'll be the first and final time they'd ever make love.
He laid Taylor's limp body over on the bed as if he were an empty dress being laid out for a special social occasion.
"Wow...you make me feel so ...fucking sexy!" Taylor whispered, feeling Hank's mustache brush against his supple ass, Hanks' big hands spreading his ass cheeks wide open.
"You are real special, I want to please you."
"Oh my god! So, does that mean you will do special things to me? I have always wanted a handsome cowboy to do to me, ah, special things, you know? Things I have only like, day-dreamed about..." Taylor looked back over his shoulder as he felt both of his Hank's firm, tough hands move slowly up his legs until they had a firm grasp on each of his butt cheeks. Taylor rotated his ass playfully as he felt Hank's thumbs and fingers start to grip deeper into his ass. He stretched his arms out across the bed completely surrendering himself to Hank when suddenly he felt his ass being opened like a clam shell. He felt Hank's warm whisky breath on his sensitive ass hole, before he entered his ass with his tongue. For the next half hour, Taylor moaned in ecstasy while Hank massaged and tasted Taylor's butt hole. It was too surreal, he thought, this buff, naked, handsome daddy-cowboy was contently eating Taylor's butt. After another half hour passed, Hank entered Taylor's little ass with his skillful tongue, tender lips and whiskers scrapping against Taylor's ass, The he sensation was so powerful, it almost caused him to come numerous times.
Hank was unselfish; he turned the boy over sucking and rubbing his rod endlessly, pausing just slightly before Taylor orgasmed. He watched as a silky, single bead of come glistened from the tip of his erection, then slowly trickled down to the base of his pole. Taylor tried in vain to catch his breath before Hank lapped it off with his big tongue and continued with on with another infantry attack going down on him until he orgasmed. He lay in Hank's arms breathing heavy like a rabbit being pursued by a pack of coyotes.
"Can I, ha...can I, ask you to do something for me?" He caught his breath and continued to ask Hank a question.
"Sure, anything for you."
"Well, would you masturbate for me? Jesus, that would drive me crazy. If that's too weird, I..."
"Hank got up from the bed and walked across the floor. Still wearing his cowboy hat and a sleeveless flannel he grabbed his pole. He put one leg up on the stool and his hand on his hip. His long cock hanging low and big as Taylor eagerly watched. Hank seemed very comfortable the way he grabbed his big cock and stroked it proudly in front of Taylor's wide eyes. Then just when his erection reached it's throbbing hight, he took Taylor's tiny hand and placed in on his pulsating pole. Taylor felt the power heat and Hank's heath beat right there in his sexy erection. Seconds later hank was mounting Taylor, deep inside his tender ass. After a heated exchange he lay motionless in Hank's massive arms.
"I, don't know what to say..."
"Say nothing my little dear, say nothing. I know this is confusing, what with my married situation and all, but just enjoy this moment."
And they feel asleep together, while coyotes yelped in t he distance under a honey moon.
posz
After he met with the current biologist who he to relieve of duty, they opened a few beers and eat dinner. They watched the sun from the front porch. The an enormous ball of cherry red slowly sank down behind the horizon.
"Man, I can easily get used to this," Taylor said as the other man smiled.
"Yea, sure gonna miss it myself." He was an older professor-looking guy with a red flannel shirt and tortoise shell glasses.
"Where you heading off to?"
"Alaska to do some fish work. Hell, you might be heading up there after this job. Consider yourself lucky, some guys never get to leave the office building in Washington D.C."
After getting briefed on the job at hand and getting all settled in, the other BLM biologist jumped into his pickup and headed down the road; Taylor was now alone. The other man told him to get out and meet with the three main ranchers and introduce himself. He planned a meet up at Seth Wilkins ranch on Saturday.
Taylor arrived at the front door nervous. The big porch wrapped around a classic American vintage home that was well kept and looked out over the beautiful ranch. When the door opened three buff cowboys, each chiseled and handsome with bushy mustaches and honest eyes, stood there.
Seth was in his late 40's, short with dark eyes and a mustache covering his lips completely. Aaron, the tallest, looked as strong as a bull with a three-day beard riding down to the bottom of his jawline. His piecing brown eyes looked like dark dots.
Then there was Hank Smith, also in his late 40's or early 50's who was strongest of the three. With greying temples and salt and pepper mustache and stubble, he had a quiet sexiness about him. His small, buff body immediately caught Taylor's attention. Forget those young guys back there, this man had the most incredible body he'd even stood this close to. Taylor had never in his life, seen a man so classically gorgeous, yet so natural. It was if the man had no idea just how beautiful he was. He was working on getting more quick glances at how Hank's rock-hard ass filled those thinly-worn, dull blue Wranglers.
They all agreed that they'd take Taylor around to the various ranches and grazing spots so he could get a fell of the land.
"You plannin' on riding out with us to see what we're dealing with?" Sethe asked, as his wife gathered up the dinner plates.
"Sure, shall I drive my truck out and follow you guys up there tomorrow?" The three cowboys looked at each other in surprise, before Hank's friendly smile broke the silence. He walked over and laid his big, weathered hand on Taylor's shoulder.
"We'll be riding horses out that way, tomorrow son. You ever been on a horse?"
"Never," admitted Taylor. The smell of Hank was intoxicatingly sexy. While his hand lay still on Taylor's shoulders, he smelled old leather, worn denim, sweat and dust. Still seated, Taylor was eye level to Hank's crotch, which was inches from his face. The other men were just staring at him seated at the table.
"Well then, Hank will have to be your teacher," Aaron quipped.
"I'll give ya' a crash course. Your butt may be a little sore for a few days after we finish," The three cowboys snickered. "We can start tomorrow morning, five sharp, awright?" Taylor reached up and grabbed his huge extended hand, Hank's crotch was now inches from his lips.
The next day when Taylor arrived at Hank's ranch, he was met at the door by Hank's wife, an average looking women with determined eyes and calloused hands. She introduced herself, then excused herself, explaining to Taylor it was time for her weekly drive into town for supplies. She called for Hank and invited Taylor inside the large, sprawling ranch house. Taylor made himself at home, sinking deeply into a big leather chair, noticing the pictures mounted on the wall. There was a photo that caught his eye of a young Hank, wearing no shirt and bucking hay. Sweat glistened off his massive biceps, his chest golden brown from a summer tan.
"Yep, that's when I was 'bout your age." Hank spoke as he entered the room and noticed Taylor eyeing the photos; it startled Taylor.
"Wow, you have quite a build there," Taylor said trying not to sound to obvious. Hank's voice was relaxed and friendly.
"I bucked hay damn near every day; I was in great shape then. Now I'm just a fat old man."
"Oh, hardly, you look pretty fucking good to me," Taylor suddenly caught himself and blushed.
"Why, yea," Hank snickered. "Thank you, son. Maybe I still have a decent shape on this weathered old body." If Hank picked up that Taylor was aroused by his body, he sure wasn't letting on. Hank took a good look at Taylor and asked, "So you have any boots or jeans? Chaps or a hat?"
"Well, I have these Levis and some hiking boots..."
"No, that won't due," Hank interupted, "Come on with me, we'll get you some gear."
Taylor followed Hank into a back bedroom where he pulled out a couple pair of brand new Wrangler's and tossed them at Taylor. "See if these fit you. They were my boys' but he never got to wear 'em."
"You have a son?"
"Had," Hank corrected. "He died in Iraq. Special Forces, Green Beret. He was going to come home to the ranch, but..." The was a very uncomfortable silence. "Yea, anyways, he died two weeks after his first deployment. Hey, don't worry about it. I'm way better than before. So here's some boots and a hat. He was about your size, this should all fit you."
"Well, I don't know what to say, but, thank you."
"Not a problem, go ahead and try 'em on." Hank left the room as Taylor sat on a mattress that lay on the floor of the bedroom. He pulled his underwear to his feet, wanting to try on the Wranglers commando. He worked quickly to get the Wranglers on before Hank came back in through the open bedroom door. He was pulling them feverishly up over his naked ass when he tripped and toppled to the floor. He lay in the fetal position with his jeans at his knees just as Hank came walking in.
"Hey, you OK?" Hank said as he lay on the floor trying to get up with the jeans not quite covering his little naked buns.
"Yea," he laughed and started tugged at the pants trying to get them over his exposed buns. He was in great shape and knew he has a cute ass; but what would a tough, married, straight cowboy care about that.
"Commando!" Hank remarked as he reached his finger through the belt loop with one hand and pulled Taylor up from the floor.
"'Scuse me," Taylor said, very embarrassed while he frantically pulled at his jeans. hank chuckled and confided that he too would often go commando before he was married."Would always forget to do laundry and it was OK wearing 3-day old jeans, but not underwear." They laughed together.
Taylor felt very good around Hank. While all the ranchers he worked kept to themselves, he new that they were all cut from conservative stock and if they were to find out Taylor was gay, he'd have a tough time getting any of them to work with him. Hank had reached out the most to help Taylor; teaching him how to ride, put tack on a horse, how to run cattle. While the other ranchers were not very comfortable giving away any more information than what they were liable for, Hank was forthcoming about almost everything it took to run his cattle business. For three Sundays in a row, Hank invited Taylor to have dinner with him and his wife, Connie. She was a quiet woman, like Hank, who spent most of her time doing the books for the ranch and other various chores. They seemed to get along nicely, however didn't show much affection to one another.
On this particular Sunday as they were seated quietly at the dinner table, the dogs outside begain to bark. Hank leaned back and pulled the curtain away from the window pane so he could see who was coming up the road.
"Seth and Aaron, wonder what's on their minds?" The engine of the pickup was quiet and the dogs stopped barking. Son they could hear both truck doors slam and the clatter of boots across the porch. Hank jumped up to greet them at the front door.
"Hey, you guys hungry?"
"Naw, we both had dinner already, thanks."
"Bet 'cha didn't have any of Connie's apple pie!" He picked up the pie with both big hands and proudly displayed it as if he were in a TV commercial.
"Wow, hey, that's looks like a real good apple pie there," Seth commented. Connie smiled and jumped up to get two plates and forks.
"Set 'em down guys. Hey, you know Taylor." Each man reached across the table and shook hands with Taylor before pulling out a wooden kitchen chair and lowered their big, buff bodies down. Connie handed them each a heaping of apple pie and a glass of milk.
"Oh, my, thank you ma'am."
"So you guys got to be up to something more than mooching apple pie off us." Everyone smiled at Hank's joke. Aaron took a massive bite of pie, washed it with some milk then spoke.
"Well, seems with summer just 'round the corner, Seth and I been wondering if we can start thinking about moving cattle east of Trout Creek Pass." He turned his attention to Taylor who tried not to show how much he admired Aaron's gorgeous face.
"Haven't had a chance to get a look over there yet, Aaron. I guess we could change plans and head that way instead."
"Well, we're looking at getting cattle that way in the next few weeks, we've been grazing there at this time of year for ten years. The past two BLM boys held us back, but word was we'd be given the go ahead this year."
"Well, this is the first I've heard of it. I'll email my boss in D.C., but if that's what you were told, I don't see much of a problem."
"So that's a green light?" There was a long silence; it seemed like Talyor was at a threshold of trust. The three beautiful cowboys stared at him waiting for an answer.
"Yes it is. I'll have to initiate a report, maybe change gears a bit and head out that way this week. But if the guys said you'd be able to graze this year, well then, that's good enough for me. Fact is, most conditions around these parts are looking exceptional."
Seth took the final bite of his pie and turned to Hank, "Hey, I like this kid! Anyway you could convince those government types to let you stay out here and be a permanent BLM guy?"
"Well, thanks Seth," Taylor responded, "I will look into that." He wanted these guys to like him bu wasn't about to jeopardize his job. Every chance he could get to accommodate these guys without straying outside the lines, he'd take it. He loved being around these guys; he felt macho, sexy and the eye candy was an immense turn on.
The men chatted a while before Aaron and Seth pushed themselves away from the table.
"Well, that about does it. If ya don't mind me sayin', we sure do appreciate the way you streamline this process for us ranchers Taylor. It always seemed them BLM boys enjoyed making things harder for us; kind of gives you a bad taste in yer mouth for the government, ya know?"
"Yea, I know see where all that anti-government sentiment starts creeping in." Taylor said as he looked each at each one of the men in the eye. He knew he was earning their respect. If they only knew of his wild fantasy: taking off all his clothes and letting each one of these cowboys slap his ass and tie him up, they'd be horrified.
"You ain't bad for a city boy, Taylor. Anything we can do to make you comfortable, just ask." My God, he thought to himself, if only he could ask them.
"Just doing my job, out here." With that all three ranchers got up from the dinner table and headed for the front door.
"How you planning on getting out to inspect the grazing area? You need one of us to ride out there with ya? It's rough country, boy. No offense, but for a city boy to just talk up and ride out there with little or no experience, why, that is dangerous."
Seth was volunteering valuable ranch time to escort Taylor. It was obvious that he was beginning to loosen up. Even though he was warming up to Taylor, he wondered what he should say if they started asking him about home life. Should he be honest and tell the truth? He wondered how Seth and the other two ranchers would react if Taylor told them that he had a boyfriend back home and they'd sleep in the same bed and sex together many times. No, that couldn't work.
"I got nothing happening for a few days 'til we get our calves from the Steens Mountains. Hell, I'll take him up that way." Hank turned to Taylor. "Hope you're prepared buddy, this trip here is about a four or five day ride, all day too, ya know? Sleeping under the stars, campfire and gettin' up and riding 10-hour days. You up for that?"
"Well, I guess I'm not supposed to say this, but it sounds like fun!"
"Yea, fun till the second day and you have saddle sores on that little city boy ass of yours." Hank had a playful, innocent demeanor to that remark. Taylor envisioned himself bent over Hank's denim-clad knees while he rubbed lotion on his tender, nude ass near a campfire on a starry night.
"Hey look, maybe I should start riding right now to get broken in."
"Wouldn't hurt, and I can help you with that as well."
Hank was willing to take Taylor under his wing and give him a crash course in riding, cowboy style. For the next few days, Taylor rode out to Hank's ranch, saddled up and rode with Hank and some of his hot ranch hands as they went about their chores. He was having so much fun, that he had failed to call Jamie back after he noticed at breakfast that he had called. The reception was spotty and it was challenging making phones calls in most places. One he returned back to the BLM field office, he pulled out his cell phone and noticed the reception indicator was very strong. He dialed Jamie's number.
"Taylor! You OK?"
"Yes, fine. The reception is horrible out here so if I'm not in the field office it gets impossible to make calls."
"Oh, so you've been working outside of the office?"
"Well of course. It's the job, Jamie."
"Well what? Tell me."
"Well I have been learning to ride horses and saddled them up and other cowboy stuff!"
"You like that stuff?"
"I love it!"
"I think you just love those cowboys out there!"
"Oh knock it off."
"Do you miss me?"
"Oh course I miss you! Do you miss me?" There was a strong tinge of jealousy in Jamie's voice that was very irritating to Taylor. He was carrying inside him his secret gay life that his newfound cowboy buddies could never find out and he was keeping his lust for these macho cowboys from his lover back at home. If only Jamie knew how he ended each day masturbating to the fantasy of Hank; he had it bad for this older cowboy indeed.
"I miss you terribly," Jamie spoke. It was the longest amount of time they'd spent apart since moving in together. After Taylor finished this first assignment, they would have been apart for as long as they had been together. As they got deep into dirty, sexy talk, the bell hanging on the front door to the field office rang.
"Shit, I have to go, love you." Taylor quickly stuffed his cell phone in his hip pocket and went to the front counter to see who was coming.
It was a nature photographer asking for directions; Taylor pulled out a map and they both poured over it together as it lie open on the counter.
With a few days to go before he and Hank set out on the trail, he received a call from Jamie.
"Hey cutie, I'm at the Boise airport."
"What, why?!"
"I... well, I thought you'd be excited to see me."
"Jesus, Jamie, I am leaving to examine overgrazing in two days out on the trail! Why didn't you call me?"
"I wanted to surprise you!" Jamie did his best to sound hurt, but Taylor could sense the jealousy in his voice.
"Alright, so what are your plans?"
"Well, I rented as car and I was going to drive..."
"No! You don't understand, the closest town around is John Day, with a population of, maybe, a couple thousand people. And that includes the horses!"
"Oh, don't be so dramatic..."
Taylor cut him off, "And that's a two-hour drive! Look, I thought we went over this, Goddamn it! Jesus I have a job to do, one I love to do. I have a career I am trying to mold..."
"And let's see, you don't have any room for a relationship."
"Not a one-sided relationship!"
As Taylor stood by the front counter at the field station, he could see a cloud of dirt trailing behind Hank's truck; he was coming down the highway in the distance.
"Look, I have a client that I can see coming up the road. I will meet you half way in Ontario, Oregon. It's on Interstate 84, just across the Idaho border. I'll get us a hotel and we'll spend one night there, OK?"
"So, you must have some reason why you don't want me in your little cowboy town?"
"Yea, because I'm fucking gay and I don't need to come out in front of all these ranchers in the beginnings of my career, got it? Just fucking be there! I'm leaving now and I'll have to drive all God damn night!" He disconnected his cell phone and in a rage stuffed it in his shirt pocket. When he looked up, Hank was waiting patiently outside. He scurried to the front door to greet him. The sun was a beautiful, glowing ball hanging right between two boulders, each the size of small skyscrapers. It sent a shadow across the plains for miles and across the front of Hank's vintage Ford pickup, where he leaned himself against. His cowboy hat was lowered slightly over his eyes, his legs crossed, one dusty leather boot over the other. He looked like an model for some exotic, wild west, cowboy cologne that men in San Francisco or New York would swoon over simply because the model in the ad was so gorgeous, but off course, real cowboys would never wear.
"Hey, sorry, I was caught up in a personal matter."
"Not a problem, pal." He pushed his hat back revealing his sexy, sky blue eyes. The crows feet and three-day stubble around them made Hank's already handsome face look even sexier. The way his faded, worn out old Wranglers hugged his thick thighs and incredibly muscular ass made Taylor wish he could see Hank nude. With the sun sneaking behind the horizon and now illuminating behind Hank, he looked like a movie still for an old western. No one would believe a cowboy could look that good.
"Hey, Hank, I'm keeping a file of my first job. Mind if I get a shot of you?"
"Na, go right a 'head."
"Go on and get back by your truck, yea, perfect." As he centered his camera phone on Hank's body, he nervously snapped two or three very quick shots. He planned on downloading the best one into his computer and adjusting the light to make sure it was just perfect.
"Thanks pal."
"Well, I just came by to see if you are all set to go tomorrow."
"Tomorrow? Shit! Hank I hate to do this and I know you have shit going on, but I had a personal matter pop up. I'm driving out to Ontario to meet my room mate from Seattle; long story, but I'm turning around and coming right back. Can we post pone it a day? Christ, I hate to do this to ya..."
Hank studied him for a few seconds, then answered,"Yea, sure, I guess so."
"Look, I know this looks flaky and I ain't a flake. It's just that he has some relationship issue and needs to talk to a friend right now."
"Yea, I guess so; having come clear out from Seattle..." Hank chuckled. "Damn women do all kinds of strange things to a man."
"You got that right."
"Personally, I would never let a woman make me drive all night jus' ta talk to a friend. Just ain't worth it. Maybe it's time your friend get someone else, someone a man can trust."
"OK, pal, we pull out of here then on Wednesday at 5 a.m. Now I can't be setting it off any later than that, understand?"
"Yes, yes, thank you Hank, I am so sorry for this." Taylor was tempted to just call Jamie back and tell him he wouldn't be there. He was so pissed off that Jamie had been so jealous, insecure and inconsiderate to make Taylor drive non stop and put, not only a budding friendship with Hank on the line, but his good word. The men out here in cattle country live by their word and their ability to get up early and get jobs done. Taylor loved that and wanted to start living by that creed as well; having to post phone the trail ride for a day because of Jamie's stupid jeaousy made him furious.
"You must have a good relationship with your wife, huh Hank?"
"We are good life partners who accept each other for what exactly what we are, if ya know what I mean? Those silly days of arguing and being jealous are long past us."
Taylor thought about what hank had said as he drove through the night, stopping twice for coffee refills in his massive thermos. When he reached Ontario the sun was just coming up. The hotel was right off the main drag and he pulled in and parked. Jamie had already checked in; he walked over to the room. He was so tired at that point, all he wanted to do was sleep. He tapped on the hotel door and stepped back. Jamie threw open the door and stood there in a bath towel.
"Hey beautiful, welcome to Ontario!" He opened his arms expecting a massive greetings but instead received a luke warm response with a kiss on his cheek.
"I'm exhausted, I need sleep." Taylor dropped his bag on the floor and fell to the bed. There was a conflict of intentions as soon as Taylor entered the room. While Jamie did not see the complexity of the problem and viewed their meeting as an opportunity to have a sexual romp, Taylor was exhausted from driving and way more interested in doing his new job. Once he awoke from his nap, both men had a discussion that became heated at times. In the end, Taylor left to drive back to work and Jamie to return to their apartment in Seattle. It was almost nigh fall when Taylor got back; there was a note attached to the field office door. It was from Hank saying to meet him at his ranch in the morning at 5 a.m.
The lights were seeping from the wooden slates of the old round barn as Taylor rolled up in the darkness. Once inside, cowboys were busy with their saddles and feeding horses, a scene he found addicting. He was loving this cowboy lifestyle and couldn't keep from thinking about what Hank might look like wearing only a cowboy hat and shirt. Hank's massive hands were tucked into the front pockets of his faded Wranglers as he walked over to Taylor. The twinkle from his eyes and the stature of his body was a delightful way to start the day, Taylor thought. Soon both men had their supplies in their saddlebags and were well on the trail.
"Think we'll break here for the night," Hank said as he pulled up. Within a half hour, a campfire was crackling and their horses were unsaddled and munching contently on wild clover and alfalfa grass.
"There's a pond just over that hill," Hank pointed to a soft, rounded hill where thickets of purple and yellow wildflowers painted the hillside like the floral print dresses of women in the first row of an Easter church service.
"In the morning you can get cleaned up over there."
"Is is cold?" Taylor asked.
"It's glacier fed," he smiled. "But your a cowboy now, you can handle it. Besides, there ain't nothing that makes a man feel more alive than a tin cup of hot, black, campfire coffee in his hand while ice-cold, spring-fed water numbs your toes as the warm spring sun grants you another day of life." The way Hank had such a deep-seeded appreciation for simple things made him even more attractive, thought Taylor.
"Did you even come up here with your wife?" Taylor asked.
"No, only other cowboys. Kind of a private, sacred place, if ya know what I mean?" Taylor wasn't quite sure, but nodded and smiled all the same.
They passed the whiskey bottle for a few rounds, then zippered the sleeping bags over their heads. Taylor slept good and woke as light was just breaking. A light breeze rustled the pine needles around him as he noticed the campfire was already roaring with a pot of hot coffee ready to drink. Hank was nowhere to be seen. He pulled his tin cup from a leather bag and poured the thick, black caffeine and walked towards the hill. As he reached the top he was rewarded with a breathtaking view of the large, alpine meadow with colorful spring flowers blooming all around. A circle of pine draped around the pond like nature's privacy fence. A trail led him through, as he ducked his head at times from low hanging pine limbs until he reached the banks of the pond. The clear, blue water was as clear and cobalt as Hanks' eyes; he could see trout swimming near the bottom from the bank. He stooped down and cupped his hand, bringing a cool drink to his mouth. The mountain spring water was almost sweet; certainly he had never tasted water so wonderful.
Just as Hank promised, the water was numbingly cold; cold enough to submerge a six-pack of beer near the banks to serve on a sweltering summer day. It was during his second cupped handful of water he brought to his mouth, his eyes had wandered to his far right. What he saw caused his heart to tremble like a captive bird and butterflies fluttered in his belly. Even the tips of his ears burnt with excitement. Moving through the pond was Hank, nude. The water was just shy of his big, round, perfectly symmetrical ass cheeks as he waded causally into the pond completely nude. His ass reminded Taylor of those Greek and Roman sculptures he'd seen on his senior year trip to Europe. Marble sculptures designed by the great masters were displayed everywhere in pubic were exquisite designs of men's smooth, tight, muscular naked asses. He often wondered as he browsed museums and sat in public piazzas staring at those gorgeous butts, if a perfect ass that those really existed in the flesh. Did a man actually have an ass like that and if so, would he ever get the chance to see it in person? At that moment, there in that pond, the moment had arrived.
He watched Hank slowly move through the frigid water looking like a wild, buff warrior moving slowly through the waters before a day of hunting. For a moment, he wondered if he should hide himself within the trees so Hank didn't see him if he were to turn around. But then surely Hank would know he was there and it would appear even worse. So he continued squatting near the bank, drinking his coffee and enjoying long, erotic glances of Hank's beautiful butt and muscular torso. Just then as Hank moved towards the bank, he turned and looked over his shoulder directly at Taylor, just as if he knew he was watching all along. Then he smiled a gentle, dream-like smile and moved up to the bank disappearing behind the pine trees.
Then, just as Taylor stood and turned to go back up to the camp, he could see Hank once again through a clearing. Taylor watched quietly as Hank plopped his cowboy hat on his head and toweled dried his naked body in the morning, mountain sunshine.
Taylor made it back to the campsite before Hank, who arrived fully dressed, his shirt unbuttoned revealing drops of pond water clinging to his chest.
"It's going to be a beautiful day," Hank said as he knelt down to grab the coffee pot off the wire rack setup in the hot coals.
It was well past noon when Hank pulled up the reins on his horse and reached in his saddle bag for a hunk of elk jerky. He ripped off a piece with his massive, leathered fingers and offered some to Taylor.
"Thanks," Taylor said reaching out to accept the offer.
"You might want to record this area, we generally run cattle here 'round July." Hank suggested as he climbed off his horse looked out over the lush prairie like a ship captain standing at the bough of his vessel looking out to sea.
"Lots of wonderful memories riding this here range."
"Wow, it just gets more beautiful as we ride!" Taylor commented.
"We'll ride out to where that mountain range meets the prairie; there's an old cabin that was used for cattle drives. We'll bed down there for the night."
A warm summer breeze drifted at their backs as their horses made a casual cantor towards the cabin. The tangy scent of fresh juniper that rode it's way on the wings of the breeze was one of the most beautiful scents Taylor could recall. He knew right then, as it lodged its way into the memory banks of his mind, that for many years to come he'd always be able to tap into that familiar scent to bring him back to this gorgeous place on earth where the gorgeous cowboy riding at his side.
The one-room cabin was rustic, simple, clean and comfortable, with a wooden table and 4 chairs, two small beds, a wood stove and some shelves built above a very tiny kitchen. All the furniture was extremely well constructed from local oak. There was no running water, but a hand pump was just outside the front porch where fresh spring water could be pumped and carried into the kitchen basin for meals. Just a few hundred feet from the porch, a twisted creek ran by the cabin lined with Alder and Elm trees.
While Taylor was perched at the table busily crunching grazing data on his laptop, Hank walked out the back door with a hunting rifle. He returned less than an hour later carrying two wild game birds he had killed and announced that they'd be dinning on barbecued grouse with wild rice and grilled red potatoes.
After dinner the two met sat on the front porch sipping Jack Daniel's whiskey out of tin cups. They watched the sun lower down slowly behind the creek and band of trees.
"Damn, that is beautiful!" remarked Hank.
"Each day as the sunsets into the Ganges River in India, Hindu's exercise their traditions by wading into the waters to worship the sun as it marks the end to each day," Taylor said trying to impress the older cowboy.
"I have seen that on a documentary and apparently they worship the rising of the sun in the same fashion," quipped Hank. A long moment passed between the men until Hank broke the silence, "And cowboys in Eastern Oregon sit on the front porch of a late 17th century prairie cabin and exercise their traditions by sipping Jack Daniels -- the finest American whiskey -- as the sun marks the end of their day as it dips into Jordon Creek!" Both men laugh heartedly while clinking their cups together in a toast.
"I have to say Hank, I have never enjoyed myself more."
"Kinda' like it out here, huh city boy?" Hank poked fun at Taylor.
"Hank, I am in love with this county!" By now Taylor was feeling pretty good after 3 shots of whiskey and was cautious not to blurt out that he was also in love with Hank's sexy body.
"I have been to a lot of places, popular places, like Rome and Paris. But this is a hidden gem!"
"Yes it is Taylor. I haven't been to any of those places you've mentioned Taylor. Sure, back when I was in the Marines, I did some traveling in the Middle East; ya see, I'm just a simple cowboy. I love my life, I love riding the range on my beautiful horse. I love snagging a wild grouse and having a great dinner then sitting on the deck with my buddy Taylor and watching the sun go down!"
"No need to bath in the river, cowboy, there's a shower behind the cabin. Just pump the handle a few times and you have a shower for a minute or more. You have to pump a half dozen or so times to keep up the pressure. Oh, and it's ass-cold, pal!"
"I'll be heading out to get samples from the prairie tomorrow, it's supposed to get pretty hot, so maybe I'll wait till the afternoon to shower. I'll need cooling off by then."
"Sounds like a plan. I'm going to hang out here and cut some fire wood to replenish stock," Hank said. "We all use the cabin and keep plenty of fire wood cut and seasoned." He looked squarely at Taylor, "You ain't gonna get lost on me know, are ya?"
"Na, I'm just working over that hill. I won't be more than a shout away."
The sun was already hot at 7:30 when Hank helped Taylor saddle his horse. "Make sure you have plenty of water."
"I'll just be on the other side of the stream. I can always dip my cup into the water there; it is clean enough to drink, right?"
Hank smiled, "That's some of the cleanest, tastiest water on earth, lil' cowboy. Have at it!"
Taylor loaded his laptop and canteen, then rode off alone. He worked gathering samples and logging information into the program until well after noon. He could feel the sweat gather under his arms and on his neck, so he took off his shirt. The afternoon heat stung his skin.
As he worked alone, he thought about Hank chopping wood; how sexy he must look by now, sweaty with his massive muscles glowing in the hot sun. He wondered if Hank would be showering at just the time Taylor returned.
He crossed the shallow end by stepping over river rock, then hunched down on the banks. He could hear Hank cracking firewood with one swift, hefty blow. He watched Hank bend over. His big body picked up a new log, placed it on the stump, then repeat the process until he had a large pile. Then he'd stack the wood against the cabin under the eves and continue. The sleeveless denim jacket he was wearing was soaked with sweat, his jeans sticking to his legs with perspiration and humidity.
By now, the afternoon heat was scorching and well into the upper 90's, perhaps even 100. He watched as Hank stopped cutting, took off his cowboy hat before pumping fresh water into his cupped hands to drink. He lowered his head under the flow of crystal, cold water from the old, brass spigot and soaked the heat from his skull. He pumped the handle with his powerful arms showing off his massive biceps; he pumped hard until the water came flowing freely from the shower head. Taylor became enthralled as he patiently watched Hank bend down and start to remove his jeans while leaning on the old wooden fence near the shower head. Suddenly Taylor felt his heart skip a beat as Hank finally unbuckled his rodeo buckle and peeled his Wrangler jeans down to his boots with his powerful and fully formed man-ass pointing directly at Taylor as he sat amongst the trees. An overwhelming rush of adrenaline propelled up through his brain in one direction while blood surged down to his penis in the other.
After a while he got back on his horse and rode to the cabin. After crossing the stream, he could hear the distinct crack and topple of firewood now being chopped at a swift, consistent pace. When he was less than a hundred yards away, he looked up though there clearing and was startled. Hank with his ax, was now wearing a fresh t-shirt, his cowboy hat, but no jeans or underwear. Hank suddenly looked up and waved. Taylor made a clicking sound with his teeth as his horse moved ahead in a leisurely walk towards Hank.
"Too damn hot to wear pants," Hank commented with a laugh. Taylor tried not to gawk, but was exploding inside.
"Oh, hope this don't bother ya..."
"No," Taylor quickly interrupted, "no, not at all."
"That's one of the many conveniences of working out in nature, you can wear natures clothes."
"Sure," Taylor nodded, "Last night here, huh?"
"Yep and it'll be a hot one. No air in these here prairie cabins," Hank laughed.
Just as Taylor was considering removing his jeans, Hank went back in and came out with his boxers, then began to fire up the wood stove. They ate and both men wandered out to the porch to watch the sunset.
"I wish I could stay here forever," Taylor said as he gazed out at the red sunset.
"Really, now? You, a city boy seemed to be adapting nicely to this here county life."
"Yea, indeed, Hank. I mean, like, I'm really loving it here. Not sure if I want to go back." Taylor appeared to be self-confident and relaxed, but inside his excited mind kept rolling through the images of Hank lying on the porch with his cock exposed. It was the last bit of his body that Taylor was wanting to see. Taylor was overwhelmed by this man's sexy naked stature and his matter-of-fact, easy-going nature. If only he were gay, if only Taylor lived by, if only he didn't have a jealous lover waiting for him in a Seattle apartment back home. If only life could be different.
As they sat quietly on the cabin porch, prairie crickets kept time with a steady hum; a raspberry-colored sunset spilled across the early night sky. Daytime temperatures had barely moved, there was little relief hovering in the mid-nineties.
"It's gonna be a hot one tonight, Taylor; there's no AC way out here."
"I'm having a great time, everything is just beautiful," Taylor said before downing his fourth shot of whisky.
"Yup, get drunk and sleep it out."
"Maybe we should leave the doors open to the cabin?" Taylor asked innocently.
"Not if you don't mind having a black bear standing over you in the morning."
"No, I'll pass on that."
After five shots, Taylor realized that he'd gone over his limit of two. He knew exactly how much alcohol he could handle and five shots was way over the top.
"Guess I'll get ready for bed." He got up from the chair and quickly felt a powerful rush surge to his head. He turned away -- not wanting to alert and suspicion of his condition -- then closed his eyes trying to concentrate on not passing out.
"Hey, how you doing cowboy?" Genuinely concerned, Hank got up from his chair as well.
"Yea, yea, I'm good, it's just the heat."
"Well, we have to stay hydrated and whiskey don't count." Still dressed his shorts and shirt, Hank walked over to the water hand pump and drew up a large, cold glass of water into a canteen and handed it to taylor. "Here ya go partner, drink up."
Hank took a long look at the two singe beds setup just a few feet away from each,"don't know about you, but I'm I'm sleeping with as little as possible on. Don't want to gross you out, but it's just too damn hot tonight."
"Hey, that don't gross me out, believe me!" Hank glanced back at him with a confused look on his face and immediately Taylor realized that the alcohol was giving him newfound confidence. Hank reached for the whiskey bottle,"You want a nightcap?"
"Noooo, I'm done for the night. Should sleep like a baby." Hank smiled and looked at Taylor through the raised shotglass. Taylor smiled back at him, then toppled onto the bed.
"Ah, the final night. Damn, I'm missing this already." Hank just nodded and was already undressing in that casual, matter-of-fact way he does. As Taylor spoke, his eyes roamed over to the other side of the room where Hank had already removed everything and was down to his sleeveless t-shirt, briefs and his Stetson cowboy hat.
"Well, I guess I probably won't be needing my sleeping bag," Taylor remarks while trying to keep a keen eye on the very moment Hank removed his underwear. He suddenly realized that he'll be able to see Hank nude for the rest of the night. Then Hank tugged his white, cotton briefs down past his big thighs until they hit the wooden floor of the old cabin. Then he kicked them aside and reached for a cigar.
"No, go ahead." Looking sexier than any man he'd ever imagined, Hank lights the stogie and walks across the cabin floor, his long cock dangling like a quarter horse stud. He looks out through the window as the full moon shines brightly on his handsome, rugged face. He quietly takes a puff and blows it out through the window into the hot summer night. As he quietly peers out, Taylor now gets an extended look at his perfect ass again. Finally Taylor gets enough nerve to strip and settle down on his bed with his arms behind his head. The two men talk for a while before their conversation drifts. Taylor takes note that hank has turned over, his beautiful butt bathed in moonlight as he is fast asleep. For minutes, he can hardly contain his excitement being alone in a cabin, out in the woods, on a smothering summer's night, with the cowboy's buff body lying just inches away. He certainly cannot sleep and slowing his erection grows. He turns away, in an effort to hide it should Hank suddenly awaken. Slowly, he stroked his erection, pretending he's lying next to Hank until it was exploding with pleasure. But as he got lost in that pleasure and failed to keep guard, Hank was awoken.
"Hey, you awright?"
"Yea, yea, oh God," Taylor was mortified. Hank had caught him with his slender hand wrapped around his cock and pumping it to delight.
"I, I, shit I'm...sorry," Taylor struggled to find words. What a fool to even attempt such a thing, he thought to himself. He turned away and curled into a fetal position as his erection rapidly softened.
"Hey, I didn't mean to started you, it's fine..."
"Sorry, I',m going to sleep now." Taylor quickly shut down his brain and escaped into blackness.
The next day as Hank struggled to console him, he refused to even look Hank in the eye. Once they arrived back at the ranch, Taylor clammed up and for the next few weeks avoided Hank's phone calls. He would only meet with him when other ranchers were there for the BLM meetings. He even tried to see if he could leave early and return home to Seattle. He had finally decided to put his mind into his work until the final day he was to leave. With just 5 days left, Hank finally managed to catch him at the BLM office one late morning.
"Are you busy?" Hank asked as he walked into the field office; Taylor looked as if he's seen a ghost.
"Look, Taylor, I have been meaning to talk to you..."
"I would rather forget that night if you don't mind. And thanks for not mentioning it to anyone." Hank was silent for a moment, then spoke."Well, if you wouldn't have shut me out that night, I would have told you, that, well...look I want to be frank with you, Taylor. Godman, that was pretty awesome!"
"What, excuse me?" Taylor was confused.
"Look, maybe we can load up the horses and head out before you leave? One last time maybe?"
It didn't take Taylor much to agree to that. He and Hank took off that next morning without telling a soul. This time Hank led him through a rocky pass, where the elevation was steady and they climbed almost all day in the warm, Indian summer sun. It was a secret place, Hank had confided to him, where no cattle roam. Once they passed through a narrow, tight trail where rocky cliffs loomed as tall as skyscrapers on both sides of the dirt trail, they found what Hank described as Indian Heaven.
"Wow," Taylor said wide-eyed from the back of his horse. "It's so beautiful!"
"And almost untouched by man. Few people knew about it and it's just too difficult to get to. Many an Indian chief and brave have been buried up here."
A wide alpine meadow colored with late summer flowers grew among the tall, soft yellow grass. In the middle was a placid pond and a tiny cabin.
"That cabin, so they say, was used by early cowboys to visit and trade with Indians. Only the white men who were trusted were allowed back here."
They took off their horses saddles and released them to graze peacefully on the tall grass. Taylor and Hank walked close to each other past the pond and a few hundred yards to where hot steam rose up from a bed of rocks.
"Hot springs, go ahead place your hand in there." Taylor dropped his hand into the warm flow of water and watched as Hank smiled back at him. Taylor watched eagerly as Hank started removing his clothes. After he was completely nude, he walked over to Taylor and pulled him into his naked buff body, they kissed long and hard under the heavenly sunshine. Hank moved Taylor's frame around and slowly started removing his clothes as well. Then, hand in hand, both erections bouncing, they walked towards the hot springs and lowered their naked asses into the water.
"But, I thought you were married," Taylor finally whispered.
Hank just smiled, "let's just enjoy this time." Taylor wondered if he were actually dreaming and if he were, it was the greatest dream ever.
They soaked their bodies for almost an hour before gathering up their clothes and walking back to the small cabin naked. He smiled at Hank who reached back and laid his big, rough hand on Taylor's smooth ass cheek. Then Taylor stopped and turned towards Hank.
The tiny old cabin was simple, clean and had a wonderful red cedar smell that Taylor found intoxicating. Inside this rustic cabin in God's country -- with a buff, hot, naked cowboy that he has been having a constant fantasy about all summer -- has overwhelmingly erotic.
"There's only one bed in this one," Taylor said smiling, a tiny bead of come glistened in the dying day's light on the tip of his solid erection.
"Hopefully we can make do," Hank replied with that stoic, Marlboro-man grin. His cowboy prowess and confidence took over Taylor's slim, smooth body. His brawny, buff frame held him down on the bed firmly while he kissed him incessantly yet gently, caressing every inch as if he knew somehow it'll be the first and final time they'd ever make love.
He laid Taylor's limp body over on the bed as if he were an empty dress being laid out for a special social occasion.
"You are real special, I want to please you."
"Oh my god! So, does that mean you will do special things to me? I have always wanted a handsome cowboy to do to me, ah, special things, you know? Things I have only like, day-dreamed about..." Taylor looked back over his shoulder as he felt both of his Hank's firm, tough hands move slowly up his legs until they had a firm grasp on each of his butt cheeks. Taylor rotated his ass playfully as he felt Hank's thumbs and fingers start to grip deeper into his ass. He stretched his arms out across the bed completely surrendering himself to Hank when suddenly he felt his ass being opened like a clam shell. He felt Hank's warm whisky breath on his sensitive ass hole, before he entered his ass with his tongue. For the next half hour, Taylor moaned in ecstasy while Hank massaged and tasted Taylor's butt hole. It was too surreal, he thought, this buff, naked, handsome daddy-cowboy was contently eating Taylor's butt. After another half hour passed, Hank entered Taylor's little ass with his skillful tongue, tender lips and whiskers scrapping against Taylor's ass, The he sensation was so powerful, it almost caused him to come numerous times.
Hank was unselfish; he turned the boy over sucking and rubbing his rod endlessly, pausing just slightly before Taylor orgasmed. He watched as a silky, single bead of come glistened from the tip of his erection, then slowly trickled down to the base of his pole. Taylor tried in vain to catch his breath before Hank lapped it off with his big tongue and continued with on with another infantry attack going down on him until he orgasmed. He lay in Hank's arms breathing heavy like a rabbit being pursued by a pack of coyotes.
"Sure, anything for you."
"Well, would you masturbate for me? Jesus, that would drive me crazy. If that's too weird, I..."
"Hank got up from the bed and walked across the floor. Still wearing his cowboy hat and a sleeveless flannel he grabbed his pole. He put one leg up on the stool and his hand on his hip. His long cock hanging low and big as Taylor eagerly watched. Hank seemed very comfortable the way he grabbed his big cock and stroked it proudly in front of Taylor's wide eyes. Then just when his erection reached it's throbbing hight, he took Taylor's tiny hand and placed in on his pulsating pole. Taylor felt the power heat and Hank's heath beat right there in his sexy erection. Seconds later hank was mounting Taylor, deep inside his tender ass. After a heated exchange he lay motionless in Hank's massive arms.
"I, don't know what to say..."
"Say nothing my little dear, say nothing. I know this is confusing, what with my married situation and all, but just enjoy this moment."
And they feel asleep together, while coyotes yelped in t he distance under a honey moon.
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