Stallions and Studs Box Set

Shoulda Been a Cowboy-7

“Right this way, gents,” Mack said as the group of ten men stepped off the porch of The Bunkhouse. All were dressed in their brand new western outfits. Charlie had to smile as the would-be cowboys followed Mack on the tour, some teetering precariously in their high-heeled cowboy boots. Cleopatra and Caesar tagged along behind. The guests that had arrived earlier in the day had already made the rounds and were partaking of some of the activities the ranch had to offer.

The tour started with the pool. A couple of guys were taking advantage of the clothing optional rule. Charlie knew this would be at the top of Jared’s list. Jared liked nothing as much as naked voyeurism.

From the pool they walked past the tennis courts where still more of the guests were found playing. From there they went to the spa and gym. The gym was very well equipped. Charlie saw two young men in the midst of a workout. Mack called them over and introduced them.

Sandy and Todd were ranch hands who took care of the horses and stables, as well as leading trail rides. Both were enough to make Charlie’s c**k tingle even though he’d just c*m a short time earlier.

He watched for Jared’s reaction. He was nodding and smiling as he looked the men up and down. So far so good.

The next stop was the stable. Charlie knew next to nothing about horses or their care, but even he could see this place was top notch. The stalls were clean and constructed out of rich, finished, pine wood. The cement aisle-way was swept clean enough to eat from. The whole place smelled so fresh you would hardly guess livestock was kept here. While there they met Rio again, whose job, it seemed, was to manage the barn. The stalls were all empty and Rio explained all the horses that weren’t being used were out on pasture.

Rio led the party outside to the riding arena. Wade was in the arena, astride a huge black horse, giving riding instructions to three of the guests. Charlie’s heart skipped a beat and his c**k twitched. When Wade saw the tour group he loped his horse over to the rail. Charlie took a deep breath; Wade looked like a living centaur.

Wade touched the brim of his hat and nodded a greeting. He said he hoped he would be seeing many of them for lessons real soon. Charlie was sure it was his imagination, but it seemed that Wade had directed the invitation to him.

“Well, that part was a waste,” Jared said as they left the stable area. “Where to next?” he called out to Mack.

They walked back past the pool and came to a building that looked like an old-fashioned western saloon, complete with swinging doors.

“And here we are, gents, The Waterin’ Hole Saloon,” Mack announced.

Inside was the bar, bandstand, and dance floor. The quality that had gone into the rest of the ranch’s construction was evident here as well. Mack told them the bar opened at four, the live band arrived about eight, and they stayed open until midnight three nights during the week. On the nights the band didn’t play, there would be evening trail rides and campfires. The bar would be open and one of the staff would act as DJ for those who wanted to dance.

“This is more like it,” Jared said approvingly.

“Last stop,” Mack announced as the group walked into The Chuck Wagon restaurant. “We have breakfast startin’ 6 A.M. Lunch is at 11 and dinner’s at 6 in the evening. The dinner bell’ll ring whenever Cookie has yer meals ready, so times will vary somewhat. Y’all kin eat dinner in the saloon if ya like. In between times there’s always a snack buffet set out fer ya if ya git ta starvin’ ta death.” Mack chuckled softly.

“This is where I’ll leave ya, but feel free ta wander about the place and take advantage of the facilities. The schedule of daily activities is at the front desk in the lodge, as are the sign-up sheets. If ya need anything, jist ask me, er Seth, er any a the hands. Hope y’all enjoy yer stay with us.”

As the group dispersed, Charlie turned to Jared. “What do you want to do?”

“Pool,” Jared said without hesitation.

Charlie wasn’t surprised. If there was one thing his boyfriend loved, it was naked sunbathing.

As they went through the lobby area of The Bunkhouse, Charlie stopped at the desk to look at the schedule, hoping to get in his first riding lesson.

“Sorry, Charlie,” Seth said. “Ya’ll have ta wait ‘til tamorra. It’s about 4 and the ridin’ activities’ll be done fer the day.”

Charlie checked the schedule. It didn’t indicate who the instructor would be. Not wanting to appear too obvious, but at the same time wanting to make sure Wade was the instructor, he asked, “Uh…who does the teaching?”

“Wade mostly.”

Yes!

“But once in a while Sandy or Todd if a lot of guys er signed up.”

Charlie wanted to ask how he could make sure he got Wade, but Seth continued and it turned out he didn’t have to.

“They’re busy with barn chores in the mornins’, so it’s almost always Wade then.”

Charlie signed up for the earliest lesson he could the next day: 7 o’clock in the morning.

Since a riding lesson wasn’t an option today, he decided the pool wouldn’t be a bad choice, so he went to the room to change. When he got there Jared was just leaving.

“I thought you’d be headed out to the barn by now,” he said. “Isn’t that what we came to this cowboy paradise for?”

As he got out of his regular clothes and donned a swimsuit, Charlie told him that horse activities were done for the day.

“Are you going to be Mr. Modesty or are you going to live a little?” Jared asked as he waited for Charlie to get a towel from the bathroom.

Charlie was never too keen on public nudity…well, not for himself anyway. He did appreciate hanging around the pool and enjoying the sights. It wasn’t that he was ashamed of his body. He was all right with it. He worked out some, watched his weight, so he felt he looked fairly decent, above average for sure. Not as good as Jared, who bordered on being a gym rat and had a fair set of guns and pecs, a slim waist, and a nice six-pack. Nowhere near the development of Wade or Rio but he was pretty nice. Jared also completely shaved his body hair except for a patch above his d**k. Charlie didn’t know whether he even had much body hair or not. He’d been shaven when they’d met and had continued to be so.

Charlie, on the other hand ,was moderately hairy and liked it that way. Jared often ragged on him to workout more and shave at least his chest and balls, but Charlie was satisfied. Although, somehow, after meeting Wade, he kind of wished he had gone to the gym with Jared more regularly.

The men left their room and headed for the pool. A nice crowd had gathered, and it was interesting to check out the ways gay men displayed themselves. A few of the guys evidently felt as Charlie did and kept their trunks on. Most were more like Jared and seemed not in the least self-conscious about displaying their wares for all to see. Some of those, Charlie thought, should really take a good look at themselves in a mirror before deciding to let it all hang out.

Jared dropped his trunks as soon as they were in the pool area. He and Charlie found a couple of chaise lounge chairs, deposited their towels, and took a quick dip in the pool. When they emerged Rick and Richard had arrived. Both men were slender and it was evident they weren’t frequent gym visitors. They, too, dropped their swimwear immediately. Rick had a d**k but Richard had a ‘Richard’. Charlie wondered how men with that much endowment could be comfortable in clothing. He was curious to know just how much Richard’s c**k would grow in an erect state. The two joined Jared and Charlie as they settled into some serious late afternoon sunning.

Rick and Richard had done some research on their fellow guests and staff, and readily shared what they had learned. Charlie wasn’t really into gay gossip, so he paid little attention to what was said until Wade’s name came up.

“Well, I heard,” Richard was saying in a quiet, conspiratorial tone, “that Wade is quite the Casanova.”

“Oh, really?” Jared asked, turning on his side and leaning closer. “What have you found out?”

Richard went on. “Seems he picks out one guy every week and makes them his pet project. Evidently he’s broken a few hearts in the process. Guys fall for him but at the end of the week it’s sayonara, baby.”

“Sort of like breaking in a horse and then selling it,” Jared quipped.

Charlie felt defensive for some reason. “That’s just talk. Wade’s a nice guy. Why would he purposely try to hurt someone’s feelings?”

“I didn’t say he does it on purpose, sweetie,” Richard continued. “But can you blame someone for flipping for the man? Did you get a good look at him? He’s drop dead gorgeous. I think he’s just after a bit of play and the dumb dudes take it the wrong way.”

Charlie still felt it was an unfair characterization of the man. Then he thought of the ride to the ranch: how Wade had somehow wound up sitting next to him, Wade’s hand on his knee, and then the look he had given Charlie when inviting the men on the tour to take some riding lessons. Was he Wade’s project for this week? His heart raced at the thought. Then he looked at Jared. Could he be unfaithful to him? He and Jared had been together for seven years. He’d been true to Jared, although they’d never really discussed exclusivity. In fact they’d never really discussed much about their relationship. They had met, enjoyed the s*x, and moved in together. He’d never told Jared he loved him, even though in the beginning he thought he did. He couldn’t remember Jared, when sober, ever saying those words to him. Would it really be a breach of commitment if he was Wade’s proj…

“Speak of the devil,” Rick whispered.

Charlie looked in the direction Rick was nodding. There, striding toward the pool was Wade, looking like Apollo, Zeus, Adonis, or any of the gods, incarnate. He had on a pair of baggy swim trunks, and a towel was casually flung over his shoulder. Charlie’s breath caught in his throat and his d**k prickled. Would he take off those trunks? It really didn’t matter. What was revealed was ambrosia to the eyes even without seeing what was concealed beneath the fabric of his swimsuit.

Then, wonder of wonders, Wade dropped his towel on a lounge chair directly across the pool from Charlie and, with his back to him, let the flowered his trunks slide to the ground, revealing one of the most dazzling sets of male bunnery Charlie had ever seen in his life.

He glanced around. Every eye on the pool deck was glued to those fantastic glutes, that flared back, those powerful legs.

Wade couldn’t help but be aware of the adulation he was receiving. It was as if time had stopped and the only thing that existed for the men gaping at this deity come to life was the man himself. Yet Wade nonchalantly turned and walked to the far end of the pool, his magnificent half-hard manhood and generous balls swaying in time to the rhythm of his steps.

Charlie was glad he had chosen to leave his trunks on as by the time Wade was poised at the end of the pool, he was as hard as a rock. Many of the sunbathers were trying to cover their blooming tumescences with towels. Others, like Jared, were unabashedly letting everything hang out for the entire world to see.

Charlie’s wish was granted when he glanced down and saw Richard’s Richard was a shower rather than a grower. In an erect state, while impressive, his equipment wasn’t much bigger than when flaccid.

If Wade noticed any of the phallic display that surrounded the pool he gave no indication. He merely dove into the water and began swimming laps, his massive shoulders, V-shaped back, and extraordinary ass swirling through the water as his powerful arms and commanding kicks propelled him from one end of the pool to the other.

After fifteen minutes, Wade emerged from the pool and stood on the deck. He shook like a spaniel and stretched, the evening sun glistening off the hair on his well-defined chest and his rippled stomach. He strode to his chair and sat directly across from Charlie, spreading his legs and displaying his prodigious package. And in spite of the shrinkage that occurs when a man has been swimming, Wade’s balls and c**k stood enshrouded in his thick, hairy crotch in prominent relief.

Charlie never took his eyes off of him. And even though the rest of the assembly seemed to go back to the state they were in before the appearance of the god among them, Charlie sat transfixed.

Some time passed and the dinner bell rang. Most of those poolside rose and, either donning their trunks or wrapping towels around themselves, made their way to The Bunkhouse to get ready for dinner. Charlie, however, stayed seated, still mesmerized by the sight of Wade, who had remained sprawled on his chair, displaying his bountiful charms.

“You coming?” Jared asked, rising from the chaise.

“I’ll be along in a minute,” Charlie responded. “I just want to sit awhile longer and get a few more rays.”

Jared seemed to accept his excuse for lingering on the deck, although Charlie was sure it was very transparent he was there for a different reason…to keep staring at Wade.

Once most everyone had departed for The Chuck Wagon, Wade got up and with extreme sensuality walked around the deck.

Yet again Charlie was grateful he had his trunks on to hide his burgeoning hard-on.

“Ain’t ya hungry?” Wade asked as he sat down next to Charlie.

Oh yeah I am! Charlie thought feeling his d**k strain against his trunks.

“Uh…uh…yes, but I just thought I’d get a few more minutes in the sun,” he lied, hoping he didn’t sound too phony.

“Yeah, me, too,” Wade added, stretching luxuriantly.

Charlie’s pulse raced and his c**k started to tremble.

“Don’t git a chance to be out in the sun much with lessons goin’ on all day. Say, yer gonna take some lessons with me, ain’t ya?” he asked, smiling and turning on his side so his semi-hard prick dangled invitingly just inches from Charlie.

“Yeah I am,” Charlie enthused. “Tomorrow morning. I think I’ve got the first lesson of the day.”

“That’s great.” Wade rolled onto his back, reached down, and scratched his nuts. He turned his head back in Charlie’s direction. “Are ya goin’ the saloon tanight?”

“Ah…I hadn’t really thought about it,” Charlie replied.

“It’s a good time. I’d go if I was you.”

“Well, if you say so, maybe I will.”

“Fantastic,” Wade said. “I’m goin’, too. Maybe I’ll catch up with ya there.”

With that Wade got up and, without putting on his trunks or wrapping his magnificent ass in a towel, undulated off in the direction of the stable.