Christmas on the Range
a Gay Texas story
written by BRODERICK THOMPSON for Christmas.TyRain.com
November 15, 2002
CONCLUSIONWe began to talk a little. Chris told me of his dilemma at the firm and about going out with some of the women he encountered - even fucking a few he considered most likely to gossip about it, just to keep up appearances. He knew this could not go on forever, but was hoping to make partner or break off to start a firm of his own before any more of the truth about him got out… other than that he was handsome and hung but a mediocre lover with women. Meanwhile, he was sadly jerking off through some of the hottest and horniest times of his life until being rescued by our nude encounter Christmas Eve morning.

We decided to clean ourselves up a little and go for a ride, mounted separately. Chris handled Gus expertly, even bare back, bare assed and barefoot. I switched over to my mare Katie. It was a wonderful and carefree morning romp. Rarely have I ever spent such an altogether marvelous morning, exploring my entire domain and showing off to an appreciative viewer every one of its scenic, pastoral treasures.

“Do you think we could fuck on horseback?” Chris asked. I laughed hard at the abruptness and absurdity of the suggestion.

“You can fuck me anywhere,” I answered, “or at least try. I can’t think what we’ll tell them at the emergency room if it doesn’t work, though.”

Of course, there was the problem of lubrication. I was still pretty juicy on the inside from the morning, but needed more for entering my asshole. We rode back to the stable, where we unsaddled Katie and found the Vaseline I keep there for the horses. Chris slathered us up with it very thoroughly, stem and stern, and we hopped onto poor Gus again, setting off at a slow walk.

“You’re going to have to stimulate yourself this time, I can do nothing for you,” I said lightly. “Looking at your broad shoulders and feeling my cock against your ass does something for me,” was his response. “Also feeling you up.” He laughed as his hands reached around and began to fondle my crotch, at the same time massaging his own cock against my backside by rotating his hips against me. My dick had become his handle for holding himself on Gus behind me. I felt his dick inflating with each bump and grind. Finally, he said, “OK, let’s go for it,” his hands sliding out to my thighs. I partially stood in the leather stirrups, lifting my ass off the saddle while continuing to grip Gus’s withers with my knees. I felt the head of his cock pressing at my sphincter; then with a quick pang of pain it plunged in. I sat back down on it as Chris scooted up as tight to my butt as he could get, his thighs parallel to mine, and his arms holding me around my waist.

We tried several of Gus’s gaits. Most were comical, sometimes painful attempts. The only one that worked somewhat was the rack (Gus is five-gaited), a rocking walk similar to that of Tennessee Walking Horses. In the rack, we moved along pretty swiftly, and I was able to slide up and down on his hard shaft fairly smoothly in the rhythm of the gait without much effort on my part. Chris just held on and got pumped. He claimed it felt really good, but mostly I think it was the exhilaration of doing something so kinky out of doors. Ejaculation-wise, it was a failure (he couldn’t get off), but nevertheless, we had fun, which was more important. My horse and my ass both got good workouts that day.

In the center of the pasture, there was a large cube formed of hay bales, fully cured for winter use. We stopped there this time, and I pulled out the center square to leave a sort of room with four-foot high walls around it. I opened one bale and scattered it on the bottom, and in we climbed for some afternoon lovemaking.

Now it was my turn to fuck Chris, and I was more than primed for it. We made out a little in our den of hay, but very soon I rolled my partner over and began to massage his back from a position kneeling between his legs. I savored the feel of my strong fingers sliding along his strong back muscles and down to his delectable bubble butt. Before long I was grinding my hard cock on his crack while I continued to rub his shoulders and back. He spread his legs even further, invitingly. My cock head moved closer and closer to his asshole as it rubbed, pulling at his slick sphincter. Finally, I changed my angle a little, and in it went with a satisfying pop. I lay on top of his back full length and pumped away at him with eagerness and abandon. He moaned with that combination of pain and pleasure that is the essence of ass-fucking. I am even longer in the cock than he is (about the same thickness), and I had the optimum angle for a good, deep fucking, and I gave it to him pretty heavy before finally injecting him with a nice basting of heavy sperm-butter. Afterwards, I lay on top of him for a few minutes, enjoying the winter sun on my full length while my cock was buried to the hilt in this gorgeous creature.

We stayed in our little haven for an hour or so, sunning in one another’s arms. We finally emerged, tired, sore, and hungry. We returned to the house for a shower (together of course, how delightful) and a lunch of sandwiches and beer. It took all afternoon to share our life stories, but we were eager to tell them.

It had become obvious by now that Chris would stay past cocktails and dinner, and that our dessert, though it might involve whipped cream, would be otherwise low calorie. The way it turned out, though, he stayed the remainder of Christmas Eve, all of Christmas Day - so far for the rest of our lives.

He kept his apartment in town, where he worked long hours at the firm but left by noon on Friday to be with me for the weekends. Often I would go into town on Tuesday night and stay until Thursday morning so that we could at least sleep together a couple of weeknights, too. Then we decided to make the arrangement permanent.

Chris was offered a partnership, but he turned it down. We are now in the process of starting our own firm, the two of us working together with clients in legal and financial aspects of estate building and planning. Office and apartment in the city, home office and playground in the country.

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