Stallions and Studs Box Set

Shoulda Been a Cowboy-2

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Jared said with a smirk. “A dude ranch…in Idaho no less. What do you do there, dig for potatoes?” He laughed out loud. “No, Charlie, this year we’re going to New Orleans. There’s this really popular resort you’ll just lo—”

“You promised,” Charlie said somewhat petulantly.

Jared went to the refrigerator and took out a bottle of Chablis. Charlie sighed. Another sign of Jared’s wants before his. Charlie didn’t care for white wine, especially Chablis, and yet Jared was pouring two glasses without even asking if he wanted any.

“Charlie, I did not promise anything. What I said was ‘Why don’t you see if you can find something for our vacation this year.’ I didn’t say you could make the final choice.” Jared handed Charlie his glass.

“Oh yes, you did. After we came home from Oscar’s party Saturday you distinctly said, ‘Charlie, it’s your turn to choose a place to go this summer. Wherever you want. It’s completely your choice.’ ”

Jared chuckled. “Well, my man, I was pretty drunk after we were at Oscar’s.”

Jared didn’t overindulge on a regular basis, but when they went to parties he usually got pretty blitzed. It really wasn’t too much of a problem. He didn’t usually turn mean, nasty, or maudlin when he was drunk. He got happy and horny which was sometimes to Charlie’s benefit.

He came over to Charlie and put the arm holding his wine around his boyfriend’s shoulders and pulled him close, grinding his package against Charlie’s.

“And as I remember, foggy as it is, we were engaged in some pretty serious f*****g when the subject of vacations came up,” Jared continued as he rubbed Charlie’s c**k through his trousers with his free hand. “So combine inebriation with horniness and you get all sorts of promises that aren’t really promises. And I don’t think I ever really used the words ‘I promise’…”

Jared leaned forward to kiss Charlie. Charlie gave him a perfunctory peck. “Well, at least listen to what the place has to offer. The ad says it’s not a typical dude ranch.”

“What? Do they ride ostriches instead of horses, herd chickens instead of cows?” Jared laughed again and went to sit on the couch where he leaned back and crossed his legs.

“Okay, give me the sales pitch. Not saying I’m going to go for it but…hey…what the hell.”

Somewhat encouraged, Charlie dug in his briefcase for the information he’d printed out at work that afternoon. He sat down next to Jared who put an arm on his back and began to massage it. Wine and s*x again? Charlie thought but proceeded anyway.

He showed Jared the pictures of the Stallions and Studs ranch: the stable, the horses, the riding trails. Passing over these very quickly, he mainly concentrated his presentation on the pool, spa, bar, and activities that he knew would be more to Jared’s liking.

“Well, what do you think?” he asked when he’d finished.

“Idaho? Couldn’t it at least have been Wyoming? That’s where Brokeback took place. What’s in Idaho besides potatoes and Mormons?” Jared whined.

“That’s Utah.”

“What is?”

“The Mormons are from Utah.”

“Whatever.” Jared shrugged and took a sip of his wine.

“Come on, Jared. You have to admit the place has lots of stuff you’d really enjoy.”

“Well…let me think about it. I don’t suppose there’s a line waiting to make reservations so give me a couple of days.”

Charlie was surprised Jared had even gone so far as to say he’d think about it. But the bit about giving him a couple of days…well, that was probably so he could come up with something he would prefer. At least Jared had given him a shred of hope.

“Come on,” Jared said. “Let’s go to bed. You can work on convincing me that I owe you this trip to cowboyland by letting me have my way with you.”

“Okay,” Charlie replied. If that’s what it takes.

A half an hour later, Jared was buried deep inside Charlie’s ass. It wasn’t that Charlie wasn’t enjoying the s*x. He was…sort of. But somehow he felt Jared was being more demanding than usual, testing to see just how far Charlie would go in pleasing him in order to get him to give in and say they could go to the ranch. Jared knew Charlie didn’t especially care for being topped doggie style, face buried in the pillows. Jared had often told him he didn’t much like f*****g him that way either, but that was what Jared wanted just then. And Charlie obliged.

“On all fours, horsey. You want cowboy, cowboy’s what you’ll get. This cowpoke’s gonna ride ya hard and put ya up wet: wet meanin’ full a ma c*m!”

Once Jared was fully inside and after he had been humping Charlie for awhile, he told Charlie to try to buck him off. “Come on, get a little wild, bronco. Throw this cowboy off if ya can.”

Charlie bounced up and down a bit.

“Oh, come on. You can do better than that…Buck, stud horse, buck!”

By this time Charlie wasn’t so sure he was enjoying the turn things were taking. He had always been kind of a romantic, and to him s*x was something to be shared for the mutual benefit and respect of both partners. It could be tender, gentle or fun and playful, even passionate, but this was going beyond that limit.

Jared straightened up and knelt behind Charlie, his c**k still fully inside.

“I said buck, ya old nag!” he shouted and slapped Charlie hard on both ass cheeks.

Charlie grunted in pain and felt himself getting angry.

Okay, you bastard, he thought and let loose with a series of bucks that soon unseated Jared, who fell off the bed, landing on the floor with a thump.

Shit, Charlie was sure he had blown it for sure. Jared would probably be angry and now would never assent to going to the f*****g ranch. But to his surprise Jared hopped back on the bed and impaled Charlie on his c**k once more.

“That’s more like it, ya fuckin’ bronc. Yippee-i-o-ki-ay!” Jared humped and slapped.

Charlie bucked. Finally, when he thought he could take it no more, Jared let out a roar, pressed himself hard against Charlie’s back and shot his load into him. Then he collapsed on top of Charlie, who in turn buckled and dropped to the bed. Jared lay heavily on his back.

He bit Charlie’s ear hard and said, “Good, horsey, that’s a good boy.”