INTERLUDE II Page 2

  Monty got to his feet suddenly, turning his ass to Stan.

  “Rim me, and then drive it home.”

  Stan hesitated, his heart hammering in his chest.

  Monty grabbed his buttocks in either hand and parted them. He looked over his shoulder at Stan. “Wet me with your tongue, and then push it in.”

  Confusion suddenly clearing, Stan moved as though he were a man who knew what he wanted. He poked out his tongue and aimed at Monty’s asshole, wetting it with spit. The feel of his most private area sent his senses reeling out of control. He felt like he had just won the lottery. He grasped his prick in his right hand and poked it against Monty’s wet hole. In a second he pushed inside, gasping at the warmth that suddenly engulfed his prick. He began to move, pushing in, pulling back, his hands grasping Monty’s ass cheeks, his fingers digging into his muscled flesh.

  Chris was on the verge of coming, sliding his prick between Stan’s ass cheeks. He poked haphazardly at his asshole, unable to enter him because Stan was thrusting into Monty so rapidly. His hands gripped Stan’s ass cheeks and spread them wide, then he jabbed inside, nearly making Stan stumble against Monty.

  “I’m coming!” Stan bellowed.

  He had never experienced the jolt of orgasm with a woman that suddenly came upon him. His balls knotted, his belly convulsed, the muscles in his legs contracted as the orgasm streamed through him. Hot as fire and quick as lightning, it raced along his limbs and surged through his nerve endings.

  He was spent, but he couldn’t overlook the action at his rear orifice. Chris had managed to enter him and was jabbing wickedly at his hole. The pain had momentarily subsided as he reached orgasm inside Monty. He pushed Monty’s butt away and leaned forward a bit, giving Chris full access to his asshole. The experience was becoming quite pleasant the more Chris pumped into him.

  He grabbed his knees and began moving with him, thrusting his hips against Chris’s crotch in rhythm with his movements. He panted through his mouth, unable to get control of his breathing since climaxing. He felt sweaty and heated, moving against Chris as he rammed deep inside his body.

  “Oh fuck, baby! I’m coming!” Chris bellowed as he shot his wad.

  Stan felt the rush of hot semen inside his body. The sensation was new to him, the thought of having sex with a man now accomplished.

  I’m out of the closet! I’m out of the closet!

  Suddenly he felt as though there might be meaning to his life after all. His chest heaved as he tried to gain control of his breathing. His body was drenched in sweat. His muscles were spent, aching from the sudden rash of activity. He reached out one hand and stroked Monty’s bare chest.

  “Thanks.”

  “It’s the least I could do for my business partner.”

  Hope flooded Stan’s naked body. “You’ve decided not to see your share of the marina?”

  Monty nodded his head. “Yes. I’m looking forward to the future as your partner—since our relationship has taken on new dimensions.”

  BRONCO

  Cowboy Robby Benton reined his stallion in at the barn lot adjacent to the front lawn of the Benton Dude Ranch. A new group of dudes were arriving and he was anxious to meet and greet them. He swung out of the saddle and led his horse to the hitching rail at the mouth of the barn. The first order of business once new guests arrived was to put them on horses and give them a riding tour of the ranch. He strode toward the limo as the passengers began unloading.

  Robby was tall and lean, with broad shoulders and a penchant for tight clothing. His jeans hugged his trim body like a well-fitting glove, snug in all the right places, bulging in the crotch. He swaggered as he crossed the grassy pasture to the front entrance of the dude ranch. He could feel the eyes of the new dudes on him as they emerged from the limo and glimpsed him cutting across the pasture to them. He could almost sense their pulses racing as they caught sight of the sizable bulge at his crotch.

  He pulled in a long breath. He adored sex. He smiled, his full pouting lips pulling upward in a knowing grin. He reached the wooden fence separating the pasture from the lawn and threw one long leg over the top rail. Jumping to the ground on the other side, he pushed the black Stetson he wore to the back of his head. A lock of blond hair fell carelessly across his forehead, reinforcing his devil-may-care attitude as he reached the new guests.

  There were four young men. Robby surveyed each in turn. They were young professionals; obvious from their new attire of designer jeans and western style shirts, with expectant looks on their handsome, chiseled faces. He shook their hands, grasping their fingers firmly and pressing his hot palm against theirs, welcoming them to the ranch.

  “I’m Matt. I’ve been looking forward to this visit since my wife gave me the gift for my birthday.”

  He was tall and blond, with a tight butt and a firm handshake. Robby eyed his body, sliding his gaze to his crotch to check out his prick. A blond eyebrow lifted. A slight smile pulled at the newcomer’s lips.

  “Welcome. I’ll do my best to show you a good time.”

  Matt chuckled and tugged his hand free of Robby’s.

  “I’m Vernon. This is quite a different environment than I’m used to. I’m a computer programmer by profession. I hope your horses are tame.” He giggled nervously.

  Robby inched his gaze along his body. He was lacking in muscular tone—perhaps from sitting at a computer too much—but his jeans bulged nicely at his crotch.

  “I’m Charlie.”

  Robby darted his gaze to the young man. He was muscular and bronzed from the sun. He cocked an eyebrow, intrigued.

  “I’m a lifeguard. And this is my first vacation in two years.” He smiled broadly displaying white even teeth. “I hope you have lots of surprises in store. I’m up for anything.”

  Robby’s pulse shot up a degree. He returned Charlie’s smile and gave him a wink.

  “And I’m Norm. I own a bowling alley. I’m scared of horses. And—“

  Everyone laughed at Norm’s admission.

  Robby held up one hand, halting the uproar.

  “I promise to take real good care of you, Norm. I won’t let any of my horses get the better of you.”

  Robby led the way to the bunkhouse, the lavish western style lodge where the guests roomed during their week-long vacation. A full staff of employees devoted to serving guests was lined up in the front foyer, eager to escort them to their rooms and see to their every need.

  Once the new guests were settled, they gathered at the barn to prepare for the riding tour of the ranch. Horses were saddled for them and Robby sat on his stallion, ready to lead the others across the range. He watched as they mounted up, expectant and anxious. He particularly had his eye on Charlie, the bronzed lifeguard, and Norm, the confessed coward. He ogled their bodies, feeling aroused just from his imagining.

  The entourage rode west on the property, toward the high country. Robby led the way, sitting tall and regal in the saddle atop his magnificent stallion, the black Stetson hat riding low on his brow. The sun was hot, hanging high in the noontime sky. Directly beyond lay the mountainous bluff leading into the mountains. At the foot of the bluff sat a range riders’ cabin, unused except for Robby’s sexual liaisons with the visiting dudes.

  They rode for almost an hour and Robby began to hear mutterings behind him, the dudes talking amongst themselves about the heat and the length of time in the saddle. He smiled at their comments. Tenderfoots, he thought, grinning.

  The old cabin sat back amid a grove of pine trees, its roof dipping dangerously over the front door; the small porch sagged into the dusty ground stretching before it. He reined his horse and dismounted, much to the relief of the new dudes.

  “My ass hurts,” Charlie exclaimed, rubbing his buttocks.

  “Where in hell are we?” Norm asked, squinting at the old cabin. “Did anyone bring water to drink?”

  Robby handed him a bottle of water from his saddlebag, then strode to the sagging front porch of the cabin. He was prepare
d to tell the history of the old house, thinking a bit of ranch history would be of interest to the group. He pushed his hat to the back of his head, eyeing the group of men.

  “It’s hot!” Charlie exclaimed. He grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head.

  A wave of lust engulfed Robby as he watched Charlie strip out of his t-shirt, baring his incredibly bronzed chest. Powerful shoulders and well-developed pectorals tapered quite elegantly into a ropy abdomen.

  He’s an Adonis!

  He felt his breath catch in his throat. Charlie was even more than he dreamed he would be. Now—if he could just get him stripped out of his designer jeans…

  He bit his bottom lip, aroused at the thought of seeing him completely nude. He felt his prick begin to rise, pushing against his zipper with urgency to be set free.

  He pinned his eyes on Charlie and closed the gap between them. His mannerisms were enticing, but were the others of the same mind? He turned inquisitive gazes on them, looking for signs of sexual arousal among any of them. He was surprised and delighted to see that Charlie’s crotch was enlarged with an erection. Norm was glancing round, taking note of his own and piquing Charlie’s interest.

  “I need to piss,” Charlie announced and strode over to the edge of the pine grove.

  The others laughed, but followed Charlie with their eyes.

  “I do too,” Norm announced, joining Charlie at the tree line.

  “Oh hell,” Robby exclaimed. “Everybody take a leak and then we’ll get back to the tour.”

  Everyone laughed…and lined up at the tree line to take a leak.

  “Why don’t we just strip and have sex?” Charlie suggested, a note of humor in his tone.

  A shiver of unadulterated lust snaked along Robby’s spine.

  This is a dream come true!

  For years he had dreamed about a group of dudes that would be willing to have group sex—open and lusty, out on the plains. He made the first move, opening his fly and displaying his elongated prick. He grasped its round base in one hand and wagged it at the men.

  “I aim to please.” He began stripping out of his clothes, pushing his tight jeans down his powerful thighs and shedding his shirt. Within seconds, he stood before them, naked except for the Stetson sitting on his blond head, his erection bobbing at his crotch. He grinned broadly and surveyed the gawking group.

  Curious, aroused glances passed between the men and slowly, one by one, they smiled and started to gather around Robby, their pricks in their hands.

  “I’m up for anything,” Charlie reminded. He grasped his prick and came toward Robby.

  “I may be scared of horses, but fucking is what I do best!” Norm exclaimed. “Who’s first?”

  Robby’s prick already wore a dot of semen on its smooth bulbous head. He was so aroused at the sight of four naked men ready to have sex that he silently wondered about shooting his wad too early.

  “We need beer,” Matt stated. He stroked his prick with his fingers. “I’ve never had sex with a man before.” He eyed the others as they exchanged anxious glances. “But I suppose it couldn’t be too much different then banging the old lady.”

  “You’re first,” Robby exclaimed. He chuckled as he reached for Matt’s long shaft.

  “Son-of-a-bitch!” Matt bellowed when Robby wound his fingers around his erection and gave it a squeeze. He pulled in a quick breath and wiggled his ass. “I’m so fucking hot I can hardly stand it.”

  Robby turned his ass to him, bending over at the waist and parting his ass cheeks with his hands. “Wet my hole and push your prick inside. You’re about to be initiated!”

  The others laughed and surged forward for a better view of the two. Matt didn’t hesitate. He stepped up to Robby’s naked ass and bent down to lick his asshole, then holding his prick in one hand, aimed its smooth head at Robby’s orifice. He pushed inside all at once, almost pushing Robby on his face. He clasped Robby’s ass cheeks and began to pump.

  Charlie stroked his shaft, eyeing the fucking pair and presently turning his attention to Norm when he felt his hands slide around his waist. He watched as he covered his own hands with his and began stroking his dick in long slow caresses.

  Matt was quick to reach orgasm, bellowing loudly as he climaxed and rocking against Robby’s ass, grinding his hips and rising up on his toes. He breathed loudly through his mouth, gasping as the orgasm came full bloom.

  Robby was about to explode from need. He pushed away from Matt and grabbed him around the waist. “My turn,” he announced, bending him over. He had waited as long as he could and he seriously doubted whether he could manage to enter Matt’s tight ass before he came. He felt his body heat up as he spied Matt’s brown orifice and knew he was about to enter it—perhaps for the first time ever.

  “Take it easy with me, man. I’m a virgin,” Matt reminded, bending over and pulling his ass cheeks apart.

  “I eat virgins for breakfast,” Robby informed him, laughing loudly.

  He delved into Matt’s asshole with two fingers, poking in deep and preparing him for his massive cock. He lowered his face and licked his hole, wetting it real good before he rammed his prick inside.

  Robby’s emotions were racing out of control as he pressed the head of his prick against Matt’s orifice. He pulled in a quick breath and lunged inside, bringing a loud scream from Matt and riotous laughter from the other guys.

  Matt’s heat immediately engulfed Robby’s prick, surrounding the massive staff with tight hot heat. He began to move, grasping Matt’s rounded ass cheeks in his hands, his fingers digging into his soft buttocks. He pulled back, pushed inside deep, pulled back, lunged deep…

  Orgasm bore down on him, making him increase his speed. He braced his feet apart, holding Matt’s ass against his crotch in tight fists. He felt the climax knot his belly and tighten his balls—it exploded inside his body in a hot crescendo of electrical bolts that spiraled through his limbs. He threw back his head and bellowed his delight.

  “I’m fucking coming! I’m fucking coming!”

  He savored the feel of Matt’s tight ass, milked his cock inside him while he held him against his crotch. He always enjoyed the virgin in the group better than the others. A virgin was exceptionally tight—a delight to the prick!

  He eyed the others while he milked his cock. Charlie’s prick was wet on its round head, ready to fuck. He smiled and felt lust rekindle inside him. Norm was on the verge of orgasm at his own hand—he’d take a while to get it up again. Vernon was leering at him, a massive hard-on in his hand.

  “Who’s next?”

  BUBBLING OVER

  Charlie eyed the vineyard workers as they boarded the wagon for the ride to the fields. They were a mighty bunch. He smiled slightly. One in particular had caught his eye. Luke Jeffries, a tall, well-built young man who had come to the vineyard to learn the trade. He had inherited a small vineyard in Italy from his grandfather and had plans to move abroad and take the reins of the business—just as soon as he learned a bit about the art of wine making.

  Charlie had agreed to teach Luke, to share some of his knowledge about tending a vineyard and running a successful business. He heaved a long sigh as the wagon pulled away from the barn and turned toward the vineyard. He stared at Luke’s broad back and shoulders as he jostled along on the wooden conveyance, his grape basket clutched at his side. Soon he would be announcing he was leaving—having learned everything Charlie could teach him. It gave Charlie pause. He was growing quite fond of the spirited young man.

  The green hills of the vineyard stretched out as far as the eye could see. Long lush rows of green vines, heavily laden with purple grapes ready for harvest, awaited the pickers’ hands. The sun was bright, inviting, the fragrance of wine hung in the still air. Charlie surveyed the cloudless sky. It was a glorious day.

  He mounted his four-wheeler and rode toward the field where the workers would be picking today. A keen sense of urgency gripped his insides. The thought of Luke leaving the w
inery filled him with remorse. There was something about the young man that intrigued him—but he couldn’t honestly say what it was.

  He rode to the field and parked his four-wheeler near the end of one row of vines. He sat there for a moment, eyeing Luke and deciding how to handle the situation. Luke was only twenty-three, almost ten years younger than Charlie. He wasn’t certain whether he’d be receptive to his advances if he approached him, but his emotions were too mixed to push the matter aside any longer.

  He got off his four-wheeler and strode down the center of one aisle. The leafy grape vines seemed to reach out to him, beckon him into their cool, green, fragrant world. He reached out his hand and touched the twining stems, their woodsy limbs familiar and welcome to his work-calloused hands. He loved his vineyard—couldn’t stand to leave it—though there was something missing from his life—something that had little or nothing to do with his precious business.

  He saw Luke clipping the grapes and placing them gingerly in his harvest basket. He smiled to see the care the young man gave to the ripe clusters, handling them as though they were precious gems, each grape a commodity of its own, a glorious treat to savor. He pulled in a deep breath and ran his gaze over the young man.

  He was tanned from the sun, bronzed to a perfection that Charlie could appreciate with every aspect of his being. His long blond hair fell across his wide shoulders as he swept a hand across his brow, wiping at sweat perhaps. His powerful legs were bent at the knees as he stooped near the vines and filled his basket with their bounty. Charlie could close his eyes and see the muscles in his calves and thighs, flexing, recoiling, then relaxing as he stooped and rose, filling his basket.

  He felt his body heating to an intolerable degree. His prick pushed against his fly, engorged with man juice, ready to service Luke—if he would allow him to. He had watched Luke and another of the workers from a distance, trying to decide whether Luke was gay or—in all probability—straight. Charlie swallowed down his nervousness as he watched Luke walk to the end of the row and dump his bounty into the harvest wagon.