Christmas on the Range
a Gay Texas story
written by BRODERICK THOMPSON for Christmas.TyRain.com
November 15, 2002
PART THREEI rose to my feet, wiping a little drool of silvery cum from the side of my mouth. My new acquaintance still seemed slightly in shock. “I should have introduced myself,” I said. “I’m Steve. This is my place… and this here is Gus.”

“Chris,” said the fisherman, now actually shaking my hand instead of my cock, “Do you welcome every trespasser on your land the way you did me? You give great head, by the way. Thanks.”

I laughed. “Only those on Christmas Eve that are hot, naked, and male. So far, that means just you. I guess I was more desperate for cock than I realized. It’s been a few weeks.” My most recent and most heartbreaking breakup with a love relationship had been, as a matter of fact, more like a few months ago. It had been a painful parting, and I had been slow climbing back into the saddle.

“Chris, are you set on fishing all day, or would you like to play around down on the farm? I have another horse - a loft full of fresh hay - a cabin with a feather bed and a country breakfast - what’s your pleasure?”

“How about yes to all of the above, one at a time,” answered Chris. “And some of your good country sausage would be good, too. I’d like to return the favor, you know.”

I smiled back at him. “I’m sure that opportunity will arise.”

Together, we were over 300 pounds, but Gus was a big, strong horse. I remounted, and Chris hopped on behind me, his feet dangling. His hands rested lightly on my bare hips, and his upper thighs brushed the back of mine. Most excitingly, I could feel his cock head, still dribbling a little, pressing itself between the cheeks of my ass. I turned Gus, and we began to climb back up the slope of the bank to the trail, Chris holding on tight around my waist to keep from sliding off.

We had some laughs as we rode along - Chris sharing some details of his life. He was not long out of law school, having newly signed with a big firm in town. This was the first day off he had taken in weeks, to celebrate passing the bar exam. He was not “Out” at the office and hadn’t been dating any men since he came to town, though he had slept around some, I gathered, in college and law school days. Partners were forever trying to set him up with their nieces. He hadn’t decided yet how he was going to resolve that issue, but had begun to wonder if he would ever have a guy suck his cock again. What he really needed, it seemed to me, was a nice, discreet boyfriend with, say, a country house, outside the circle of his professional acquaintances and not interested in getting into that circle.

I began to think Chris and I might have some kind of a future. I was briefly in investment banking myself, got burned out fast on that life, and retired a year ago at age 27 to my former weekend getaway place (inherited from a great-aunt). Now I manage my own investments and those of a few others by modem in the nude instead of in an office and a power suit. I could cheerfully leave the halls of power and influence to Chris, if he liked them, and he could play it as straight as he pleased at work as long as he let me have the use of his delectable physique on the farm.

But I was getting ‘way ahead of myself. I hadn’t even kissed the guy yet – at least not above the waist. I tried to force myself to slow down and just enjoy a date for a change.

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