He likes me and finds me irresistible. I become a cookie cutter fit for his new personalized ranch hand role. I come off as being clever and smooth, which causes him to scrape up a hearty laugh as he massages my rod and hard balls. He catches my gaze with his and whispers in the evening breeze, “Of course you are the man for the job. Did you get all settled into your cabin?”
I nod and respond, “Yes, sir,” and stand with my legs slightly parted as my Adam’s apple nervously bobs up and down.
The cowboy slowly rubs his hand against the denim between my legs, hardening up my goods all the way, which causes me to feel dizzy and raw. “Are you going to be a gentleman and take a bath before this evening’s introduction to the rest of the staff?”
“Sure.” I smile, sound easy, naïve, and boy-like.
