a Gay Texas story
written by BRODERICK THOMPSON for Christmas.TyRain.com
November 15, 2002
PART ONE
The air felt slightly chilly to my naked skin, but being Christmas Eve, it felt almost balmy at an unseasonable warm 72 degrees. I moved toward the stable along one of the wheel-tracks of the long access drive from farmhouse to barn. This was my farm, all 90 acres of it - tucked between the stream and the mountainside, well away from the county road on the far side of the creek bed. There were never any observers to my nudity. From May to October, I am almost always nude when I tend the horses and a large portion of the rest of the day as well.
I reached the stable and greeted the two eager horses as they strained their necks towards their food pail and me. I watched them chomp for a few seconds, then went to work pouring water from the hose, mucking stalls, and putting down fresh hay. The work warmed me up as nearness to the two friendly animals cheered my spirits, and I patted each affectionately.
I then turned and had to snicker to myself at the Christmas greenery I had loosely draped on an antique mirror I had recently installed. The image presented to me was pleasing; a lean strong-jawed face, with its masculine nose, neat mustache and expressive lips. Broad tanned shoulders and a brawny, finely chiseled chest. All in shades of brown and tan - skin, eyes, and hair. I then looked down at my cock. It is not one of those huge but misshapen things you occasionally see, no, but it is big enough for all natural purposes - just over eight inches, six inches flaccid - cut, big-headed, and thick. It is beautiful and manly, and it is my most faithful friend and constant companion. At regular intervals, my hands just naturally migrate towards it, petting, caressing, and seeking reassurance. It has never yet let me down, rising to every occasion, and has seen me through some tough and lonely times.
Well… enough of the image self-indulgence. Today was Gus’s turn for the first exercise ride, so I fitted the bridle onto the head of the dappled gray and led him out of the enclosure. I flung the “bareback saddle” onto him, a piece of padded cloth that mainly serves just to keep my bare butt and balls from being soaked in horse sweat, but also has leather strap stirrups sewn in for footrests. I swung onto his back, and he jerked his head up, pleased and gratified to be chosen for a ramble outside the fenced pasture into the open field and wooded trail beyond. We set out at an easy canter, both of our long manes whipping and tossing behind our necks, horse and man together.
Just a couple of hundred yards beyond the stable, the trail dips down toward the creek bank. I was planning to ride around the perimeter of my property, but something caught my eye on the far side of the creek: a bright red Jeep parked on the rough, weedy access track that leads from the road to the creek through the trees opposite. This is the one spot on my domain where I am a little bit vulnerable to interlopers, and it is not unusual for fishermen to park there while they ply the waters for trout, but I rarely actually see anyone. I certainly did not expect someone there today, Christmas Eve.
I caught a glimpse of movement - a bare arm casting in a sliver of sunlight through the branches. But wait - the shoulder looked bare also, quite tanned and muscular. I reined in on Gus and directed him to walk a few steps closer to the creek, on the chance that there might be a shirtless fisherman worth watching for a moment.
My face split into a wide, appreciative grin. Just yards away from me was the rear view of a fine specimen of young manhood. Totally hot, and totally naked.
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