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HaRD iN THe SaDDLe 03
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Lost?" a voice crosses Josh's path.
Metaphorically, it's exactly how Joshua Bizewski felt at this moment, but didn't let on, saying the obvious, turning around to face LL, "Uh, yeah... a little, I suppose."
Never one to turn off towards an honest, sincere, bright-smiling, handsome, deep-staring face, LL replies, "Where are you headed?"
He hadn't met everyone at the farm. It would be impossible task for a newcomer, with hands being added daily.
Explaining himself, Josh says, "I came from the farmhouse, looking for this guy named, "Gino. You know him?"
"Gino, huh?" LL smiles at the err, recalling an earlier incident, not in recent history, though vivid in LL's mind, Gio putting up with another, Rusel, always screwing up his name. What made LL smile, it took Gio, wearing a temporary tattoo on his chest, though it did look lifelike, in big, bold letters, G' and O', a small i' in the middle, to educate Rusel. Yet, sometimes Rusel would slip, causing Gio to fake-punch him in the stomach, as a reminder'. Now, Rusel does with intent, to test out his chiseled abs, sometimes over and over and over muttering, in between tensing his abs, `Gino... Gino... Gino...', until Gio delivers fist after fist, after fist, after...
"Could be," furthering how he got here. Josh continues, "Javier asked if anyone had a problem working on kitchen detail, to speak up. I spoke up, so he said to go find this Gino-guy, for reassignment."
Smiling, thinking how Gio would respond, LL knew instantly where he wanted to reassign this young lad!
"I might be able to help you out."
Like, he really did, but Jef happens along, with the same tag line, since it ran rampant all over the grounds, "Another soul, who's lost his way?"
Rather than surrender Josh just yet, LL says, "Yeah. He's looking for Gino. You see what direction he went?"
"Gino?" Jef looks perplexed, but lets it slide, "I left him not more than ten minutes ago, up at your house," meaning the plot LL is having a home built, Jef explains, eyes all over the `other dude'! Finally, Jef offers hand and introduction, "I'm Jef, and you are?"
`Dammit,' LL thought, not even getting that far!
"Joshua Bizewski, but you can call me Josh. Everybody does. I came in with the guys from the supermarket, but I wasn't interested in kitchen duty and..."
Stopping him dead-cold, Jef says, "You look like a `Joshua' but I'll call you whatever you want?"
Joshua was thinking, `bitch', but knew he had mixed emotions over the tag name, especially when circumstances applied, "Joshua is cool."
The smile, gaze between the two spoke louder than the situation could be explained.
Whereas LL could be accommodating, Jef, which standing there in front of the boss could have swayed his decision, says, "Well, we don't all have a choice. A person is positioned where the greatest need is and..."
Placing a hand on Jef's shoulder, LL says, "Well, thank you Jef, but I'll take it from here. I'm sure you have other details to follow up on?"
Glancing back and forth, from the boss to the new worker, Jef figured something might have been up before he set upon the pair, "Oh sure. Got plenty on my plate."
He walks off, thinking what-was-that-all-about, but then didn't give it another thought, after reckoning with himself, coming in at an unfortunate time, grins. Though, Jef was kind of sorry Joshua was `taken away' from him!
They walked all the way down the scruffy road, then a slight upgrade, to LL's house under construction, having likened the atmosphere of the area.
In their walk, LL tried digging into Josh's brain, extracting something about the 20-year old. He got plenty!
In fact, Josh didn't want to shut up, "I was born in Colorado and spent most of my life there, until my mom and dad separated. Then we moved here, because my mom's brother, owned the supermarket. It's the only place I could get a job and being 14-years old. Under the table, you know?"
LL wasn't thinking fourteen, but rather Josh at the age he is now and what could be seen `under the table', threw off his racy thoughts, "Earned your first dollar?"
"Much more. I don't know what for, but my uncle used to give me what he called `bonuses'. Mom called it an allowance, because he felt sorry for me. We weren't rich, but our family had a lot of love... that is, until my uncle found out I was gay," Josh suddenly laments.
"Happens," LL replies. "Then I guess you stopped getting the royal treatment?"
"Not until I was a senior in high school. He caught me out back on the loading dock, kissing a customer I had dragged back there."
"You dragged him or he dragged you?"
Josh smiles, says, "Mutual, I guess you can call it."
"Only kissing?" LL asks, with secret desire.
"Well, yes, except he had worked my shirt off. I was caught red-handed unbuttoning his," Josh reports, nervously tearing apart a frond from a pine tree. "He was livid, but you know what?"
"What?"
"Mom wasn't. I can't believe how supportive she was. Know what else?"
"What?" LL paves the way.
"I don't know how, but mom said she had a feeling I was gay!"
"Might have been a good thing. At least she wasn't shocked, like your uncle!"
Josh says, "I'll say!"
"But he didn't fire you, kept you on?"
"Right, only because mom made him, but it didn't mean things went well. Not only for me though. Anyone who came in the store who even `looked' gay was shunned by my uncle. I have to laugh though," Josh laughs.
"What?" LL grins.
"One time my-uncle was staring at two guys, like he was one of the security guards."
"Uh-oh!"
"I'll say, uh-oh is right. One of them confronted uncle, accused him of, `What are you, gay?'"
LL roars with laughter!
"Yeah, and it left him speechless. Come to find out, they weren't even a gay couple, but step brothers!"
"You found out?"
Smirking, Josh tells, "Uh, yeah, because one of them was gay. I felt led to apologize. I ran after them and caught them right before they got into their car. They had California plates, were from West Hollywood, on a road trip to Atlanta..."
Not at all disturbed over Josh, turning a two-minute explanation into well over ten, LL smiles, thinking how he could very well end up as a storyteller, giving him a chance to breathe, "All the problems you were facing, you didn't accept their offer to go along with them?"
This is one of the things LL liked about Josh, strong character, "Escape? No. I couldn't do that to mom. Besides, I'm not one to run away from my problems. I face them head on."
"Hmm, I see," the gears were turning in LL's head; not the gears between his legs this time, but his brain, formulating some plans for his business empire!
Not himself, he questioned LL, "You think I was wrong? That I should have gone with them and spared myself the grief?"
Joshua stopped walking, LL doing the same.
Turning to face Josh, LL says, "You were given only seconds to make a choice. I think a weak person, who didn't have the insight, would have jumped in the back seat. Instead, you followed not only your heart, but used your head. I like that in a man."
"Man?" Josh compared himself to others, like Alex Cobb. He snickers, "I only have one year of college and if I don't get busy, get off my ass and start earning some loot, I won't be able to continue. Maybe I won't anyway. Maybe I'll just work for a while and in two or three years..."
"You wait that long," LL cuts in, "and you'll never go back. I've seen it happen!"
"Oh," was the shortest sentence Josh used since they started their trek.
Thinking of Jef, his self-starter attitude, he felt Josh not too much different, even though a little less aggressive, nonetheless says, "What do you think about being one of my assistants?"
Downside to Josh talking about himself, he hadn't a clue to who LL rightfully was, "Will the boss be okay with that? Don't I need to interview?" A little lighter, "Does that mean I'll be working with Jef?"
Smiling, LL says, "You've just had your interview with the boss!" he giggles.
"Oh my god! Not you!" Josh gasps.
Thinking Josh `so cute', LL smiles, saying, "And as your first duty, I have to meet in town later with some of the locals. I'd like you to come along and take notes?"
"I can do that," Josh jumps at the opportunity. "But what about that other guy, Jef? I had the feeling he was already your... what is my job anyway?"
Thinking fast, LL darned if he knew, thinks back to office-life, "Personal secretary sound okay?"
"Me?" Josh's mouth drops open, "Your personal secretary?"
Putting the dramatics behind him, LL says, "Does 69 sound okay?"
"What?" It threw a haze over Josh's brain, thinking of lying down with the boss!
On business terms, LL says, "Well, I think Gio will quote $68,000 and some change, but 69 is close enough. What do you think?"
It gave Josh some lower activity reaction at first, but changing his pattern of thought, "Oh, you mean money?"
"Of course," LL acts like he's all business, knowing exactly what Josh must've been thinking, "what do you think I meant?"
Waving a hand back and forth, the 20-year old replies, "Oh nothing. I was just thinking..." resolved, "never mind."
Thinking Josh still trying to get his brain back on page one, LL makes it like he was being talked up to a higher set of digits, "Everyone has to start somewhere."
"Oh, I'm not complaining. That's like more than I could ever dream of..."
LL leading, Josh starts walking again, "Plus there will be travel allowances, bonuses and when we catch up with Gio," LL pauses, thinking of the dickens of a time Gio has, rubbing his own name off his broad chest, "he will order you a new phone and laptop. I require all of my employees in executive positions to... and for God's sake, make sure you call him Gio' and not Gino'?"
"Of course," Josh memorizes, saying it over and over, until he realizes something else. Holding LL up, a hand to his chest, "I'm an executive?"
Not which LL minded one bit, Josh's hand on his chest, he looks down at it...
"Oh sorry," Josh removes his hand quickly, like immersed in hot coals.
Overriding Josh's impulses for the second time, LL replies, "Of course. I'm paying you an executive salary, the title goes along as a fringe benefit."
"Fringe benefit?" Josh questions.
Third time LL thought Josh's mind had slipped into the gutter. However, not a self-proclaimed perfectionist, at times he has called the shots wrong, "Not what you're thinking. I don't sleep with my employees!" he snickers.
"Oh, you're gay?"
Smiling, LL cups his hand to the side of his mouth, "Don't tell anyone, will ya?"
Gullible, Joshua, who could be that way at times, says, "I wasn't thinking... fringe benefits meant, like a company car or membership to the golf club?"
"Oops," LL says subtly. "You play golf?" he switches off.
"No."
"Me neither."
Fortunately, inadvertently Gio got LL off the hook again, walking towards them, an unidentified male with him.
"Oh goody! There's Gio," LL meant it in ways more than one!
"You're friend looks nice." Yet, Josh hadn't met either, the two coming closer, shirtless, making up his mind which he fancied more, the hairy one or sweat-shined smooth one, frontal assault looking like spit-polished boots!
"L," Gio greets them, though his eyes settled on Josh.
Going first, LL introduces, "Josh has been looking for you."
"Has he now?" Gio takes in the whole picture.
"And you are?"
With Josh on his mind, it slipped Gio's mind, "Oh yes. This is Dallas, whom I have, for the moment put on `odd jobs' detail."
"Odd jobs, Gio?" LL questions.
"With potential," Gio adds.
LL probably had his own thoughts, built on Gio's opinion, but Josh was having opinions of his own, thinking of what potential lay in knowing Dallas, "And I'm Josh," his hand ejects from midsection.
"Dallas," introduces himself to Josh.
After the quick intro's, feeling something equivalent to lightning shoot through his main vein, Josh says, "Since I'm not sure much of what I'm doing," he tread lightly.
LL didn't get to the top of the totem pole without hearing about every line a guy could throw out, automatically detects where Josh is going with this and based on the very fact, Josh not really having any trade, "Might be a good idea. What do you say, Gio?"
Gio, even though he thought of the possibility of mentoring Dallas, man enough to handle two, "If you think it's good, it's good enough for me, L."
"Glad you agree, Gio."
Though, his loss was LL's gain, thinking it should have been him walking away with the two hot men, not LL. In a sneaky, snidely, but friendly train of thought, Gio thinks to himself, `Wait till I get even with you!'
Watching the trio walk away from him, down the road, getting smaller and smaller, Gio thought of the next matter of business. He had a list of things to do, people to check up on, opting for a visit to the pool behind the old farmhands dormitory. However, his feet were sidetracked, having seen something in the woods which caught his attention.
Traveling through a field, as he got closer, Gio could see something metallic hanging from a tree branch. For the life of him, he could not make out the object, other than being reflective. Up close, he could not be mistaken. Apparently two guys had secluded themselves away in the woods. One pair of pants still hung from a tree branch, but the other lay on the ground. He sums up, originally the second pair hung from the branch, but slipped off. The belt, still caught, had pulled out of the loops and it was the buckle which caught the suns reflection.
Turning on his detective skills, Gio listened for a familiar sound, but a werewolf he was not, so had to further himself into the woods. Soon enough he came upon the owners of the duds he found. One way or another, the belt he pulled from the tree by the buckle was going to come in handy.
`How sweet it is!' he thought to himself, coming upon two in the forest, most likely their creamy substance plastered between them like cement. Perfect scenario for the plan unraveling in Gio's mind, they were sleeping off their orgasms. With the pinned dude's face hidden by the shaggy hair of the dude on top, he couldn't make out either one.
Smiling, Gio was working up a plan, which in turn helped to get himself turned on, causing the hand not holding the belt migrated' down the slick space between navel and... Then he finally figured out a course of action, which came easy, because it would not be the first time he's played' a guy. Leaving his pent up cock alone and holding the belt buckle, he wound the leather around his hand.
`Oh, this is going to be so sweet!' he giggled softly, raising the belt. Eye on the white ass, it was about to change color!
Their identities became clear, when the belt came down, man on top hopping up, holding ass with both hands and moving up and down faster than a Mexican jumping bean, "Agh-h-h-h-h-ow-ow-ow-ow!"
Forgetting the other dude, Gio concentrated on the one he knew, "At it again, Rick? Getting your protein fill for the day? The man with talents beyond talents?"
"I can explain," Rick says, getting up, holding his now deflated junk, realizing he was all gooey. Even though Rick's hand tried holding everything in place, still he could not contain white goo, running down his stomach, slipping from the seams of his fingers, dripping in loose strands.
"Okay," Gio was fair, "want to explain why your crotch is all gummed up, on company time?"
Wouldn't be the first time for Rick, as he, LL, Gio and the rest of the team knew and if it wasn't for Rick being a damned good designer, he might have been cut loose, "It's so tough to get totally serious with all the distractions?"
Noticing, over Rick's shoulder, a distraction of his own, he tells Rick, "Want to call your fuckbuddy over here?"
"Um, like, I didn't get his name?" Rick show teeth, a little grin on his face.
By reputation, Gio knew Rick a total bottom, calling out, "Hey fuckbuddy, you wanna get your red ass over here?"
First he looked out from being clothed in the trunk of the tree, curly hair atop his adorable face, "Oh, you mean me?"
"No one else in the forest with a red stripe on their ass?" Gio replies in an authoritative manner.
He hadn't bothered to look, Chad turning head over shoulder, trying for a glimpse of his ass, looking for that red stripe, which still stung. Knowing he couldn't make a clean getaway, he surrenders, walking towards Gio and Rick, both hands gobbling up his cock and balls.
"So, who's idea was this?"
"What's the big deal?" Chad immediately says. "We didn't hurt anyone by getting it on in the woods?"
"Oh, you mean the one about having sex only in secluded places, which loosely translated means a cabin or farmhands dorm and not some woods, whereas someone like myself could have turned your little rendezvous into a spectator sport?" Gio tells it like it is.
Rick kept silent. One thing he knew, no one could get away with anything where Gio was a part of it.
Giving in, facing the music, Chad remained skeptical, "Yeah, I think I heard something like that... still," he changes the subject, "it doesn't mean you have to go around, pretending you're a prison guard and whacking guys on the ass," a hand revisits his still-stung ass.
Skipping over the code of life on the farm and prison guard remark, Gio says, "Well, boys who don't go by the rules need a little reminding," he lets out a little giggle.
Assessing the situation, Chad tells him, "I can't wait till you do something wrong... can I have my belt back?"
"Sure can," Gio smiles.
"Put in my hand? Like, not on my ass?" Chad remarks.
"Of course," Gio unwinds it from his hand.
After taking it, Chad looks to Gio's right, then left, asks, "Where did what's-his-name go?"
"Rick?" Gio reminds.
"Nothing like leaving me to take the blame!"
"C'mon," Gio rubs it in, "I'll walk you back to your clothes!"
In all of the twenty feet of walking back to the tree limb, the two had set a course of becoming friends. Gio really did communicate his painful act of walloping Chad on the glutes, said he couldn't help himself.
On the rebound, Chad, even though he didn't really follow up on threats, said he doesn't get mad, he gets even.
One who has chosen to go with partial camo fatigues, the cap and pants, Gio watches as Chad steps in, warning, "It's going to show?"
"What is?" Chad asks, knowing it wasn't his cock, because he had already ditched his load.
A nod and a stare brought attention to Chad's pubes, "Cum stains?"
Pants over his butt, Chad was all ready to zip up, but froze, "Oh yeah," he was hesitant to admit, "You're right." Then, looking up, "I've got an idea!"
"Forget it," Gio wasn't turned on to making his mouth Chad's vacuum cleaner! Instead, he bends over, "Here, use this."
"You've got to be kidding... They probably are infested with worm germs," Chad says of the fistful of scrunched up leaves.
"Fine," Gio allows the leaves to fall and scatter, "figure it out yourself!"
Chad had a new goal for the summer and Gio's rounded ass became `it', watching him walk away. Next and foremost, was the condition of his pubes. Gio was right, securing his pants would hold his junk, but the mixture of his own and Rick's cum would show through almost as fast as an undried shower. Looking down at the leaves, it did cross his mind, but quickly changed opinion, "Gross!" Instead, he looked around, scrutinizing the dark woods. It's not he hadn't ever tasted his own cum, but to someone else would look like something it wasn't, like an animal licking his own wounds.
"Oh, one more thing..." Gio hadn't come back to spy, but entering the rustled, beat down, grassy area, caught Chad with fingertips in his mouth!
Swiping hand from his mouth, Chad turned an unfortunate situation sassy, "You were hungry for me?" he holds out some goo, dripping from fingertips.
Getting right down to business, Gio explains, "You and Rick, you've earned demerits by not following the rules. You'll report for detention at 1600 hours."
"Detention? I thought I escaped that when I graduated high school?"
Meant to hound him, Gio says, "Oh, you graduated high school?"
He thought Gio could be easy going, but in a few short minutes of absence, "I thought you were a nice guy, but you're not a very nice person."
"I'm not out to win any personality contests. See you at 1600 hours... cabin up in the northeast pocket. Be there promptly."
With Gio walking way, all Chad could say for himself is, "Fuck that shit!"
Doing the best he could, this time Chad looked around, making sure no one spied upon him, cleaning himself off much like an animal of the forest. Then he made a game of it, "But I `am' an animal of the forest," chirps like a chimp.
"What happened to you?"
"Oh shit!" Chad remarks. After being so much into himself, rather lapping up his and Rick's remains, he was totally surprised, "Joseph! What are you doing here?"
Letting himself be known, Joseph, decked out in pants, shirt over his shoulder, clinging to the hook of a finger, says, "Nothing much," he stares down at Chad's pubes, but throws off any doubt about why he's here, alone in the woods, "I was on my way down to the lake to freshen up. Looks like you could do the same?"
Wise to him, having already achieved getting to know him, the man who saved him from taking a dive off the cliff, Chad feels confident to share, "You don't care why I'm here in the woods, stripped down to my birthday suit and..."
"Oh, happy birthday!" Joseph replies, smiling.
"Shut up. I just got snagged by Gio."
"Oh? Is that the reason your hand is wet?" Joseph pries.
"No-o-o-o," throws off the guilt of Joseph's thoughts, like he and Gio were getting it on, "Rick and me got busted for getting it on in the woods..."
"By Gio?"
"Yeah and he says I've got to report for detention, at some cabin up in the woods, northwest or something?"
"Northeast... I know the place."
"Great," Chad replies. "Well, I ain't reporting for no detention. What are you doing tonight?"
"Oh no," Joseph says, "you're not using `me' for your alibi."
"I thought you were my friend?" Chad responds, grabbing his pants.
"I am," Joseph smiles, "and that's why I'm going to advise you, if you make a mistake and are caught, you should face the music."
Again Chad, on a different pitch, suggests, "I thought you were my friend, Joseph?"
"I am. That's why I'm inviting you down to the lake for a swim, to hide that wet spot on your crotch!"
Tilting head downwards, eyes focusing on where his fly remains open, Chad exclaims, "Oh shit," at the blotches of wet against the pea-green fabric!
While walking down to the lake, shirts over shoulders, Joseph lectures Chad.
With the lake in view, Chad says, "I know I'm sounding like a woos, but any chance you can come with me? You know, like moral support?"
"Woos? I don't call a man facing up to what he deserves as being very cowardly and sure, I'd love to be there to watch you suffer!"
Chad then had second thoughts, watching Joseph, stripping as he ran to jump in the lake. For himself, Chad figured keeping the pants on would remove all evidence of what went on in the woods!
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Ron upon leaving the hospital, figured AJ was coming back to farmlife. Instead, his father, who was there for his release, had a long talk. It's not that AJ was opposed to reuniting with his father, it wasn't his plan that his father should very quickly develop a relationship with one of the campers. At that, AJ was disturbed, his father's suitor was a dude around his own age.
First chance he got, in town, waiting at the bus stop, it wasn't AJ bringing up the subject with Richard, but Richard mentioning something, off the record, about his father being a `control freak'.
Come to find out, it was the one thing which plagued their relationship, both with father and stepfather.
Richard had questioned AJ about coming back to find his father, if he was running away.
All AJ could say is, his father, Gabe, was the only living relative, other than his mother, he had. "Times change. People change. I'm older and wiser than I was. If it takes bailing out again, that's what I'll do. But you," AJ show concern, "what happens when you get to depend on him and he does the same to you?"
Richard had to confide, he thought Gabe was already headed in that direction. Coupled with AJ's frank words, Richard thought it might be a good idea to end it before it got started. With that, while Gabe got the bus tickets, Richard disappeared, thinking he was of no help here.
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Jef Laird realized, when he opened his new iPad and checked the list sent him, his roster for the day would take him all over both attached properties. Slowly, almost like it was a game, he started out with an agenda of 3. Magically, it grew to 5, right before lunch. While on downtime, the list was growing, so that when he accessed the roster of duties, it had grown to 21!
"What the fuck?" he questioned another popping up. Looking up from his table, a huge grin filled Gio's face. Jef smirked, knowing Gio was testing him, which immediately he communicated via text messaging. Watching Gio pickup was priceless, seeing his rounded mouth, expression of surprise.
Gio wasn't used to getting sassed, but typed fast, returning with an answer, promise?' to Jef's audacious, Fuck you!'
Across the way, Jef rubbed his itchy nose with his fuck-finger!
Carrying on, one of his duties, which seemed really strange, was checking the wooden float out on the middle of The Lake. If it hadn't been an add-in, Jef would have checked it out while the guys were rinsing off sweat. Standing at the edge of The Lake, Jef knew right away something was missing from your standard lake gear, a way to get out to the float without getting wet! He took the liberty of the power given him to order a boat. "No," he erases before entering it to the master list on his iPad, which really became a long, long wishlist, "2 boats." Rethinking, he thought about being more specific.
"Whatcha doin'?"
"Oh shit!" Jef takes leap, his iPad almost jumping out of his embracing arm.
"Sorry. I know I should have knocked or something," the dude says, flashing a smile, which distorts his slender face.
Jef could have laid into him, "Um, like there really isn't anything to knock on?" was taken in by his smile and shirtlessness.
Then, he got a bonus glance, watching the shirtless dude bend over, knock on a rock, "Nope! My theory proves wrong..."
"What's that?"
"You can't knock on a rock, because it's too dense. There's no sound to come back."
"Unless you hit it with another rock?" Jef says.
"Or my head?" he stands up straight and pulling his pants up, which hiked down over his ass a little when he bent over.
"Trust me, not a good idea."
"You're one of the big shots who runs this place?"
Feeling a little frivolous, Jef replies, "How would you mean that?"
Gently stepping over to Jef's perimeter, he circles around to Jef's right, "Either, or?"
Because he knew he was, big, having gotten his first glimpse of comparisons in his high school locker room, Jef responds, "Both!"
He could have gone on, knowing he could provide whit, takes the easy way out, switching up the chat, "I'm Kyle Rieger."
"I know!" Jef says, smirky smile on his face.
"You do?"
Switching screens on his iPad, Jef says, "Yep. Got you right here."
"How could you?" Kyle replies, leaning into Jef's breathing space to look at the iPad screen bare shoulder touching a shirted back.
"We have quite an elaborate security system. When you hopped the fence, your picture was snapped. From there, our security team ID'd you and it was concluded, as it says here, you are not a threat to our community."
"So, you knew I was coming?" Kyle questions.
"Whether you realized it or not, you have been under surveillance, but I didn't know you would be coming right to me!" Jef smiles.
"Oh," Kyle says, hand on hip, "so I didn't really surprise you?" It was meant as a clue, putting on this queen' attitude, to inform Jef, if indeed his gaydar was working, that he was too!'
"Of course!" Jef says, explaining, "Our security is not elaborate enough to tell where you are on the grounds. Only that you hopped the fence. By the way, where's your gear? You know," Jef meant to astound, "easel? Paint brushes? Other stuff you use to paint?"
"How did you..." Kyle once again got into Jef's face.
"Told you, Kyle," Jef keys off his iPad, drops it into a case, "got it all here, except one minor detail?" he looks at Kyle with one eye cocked.
"Never measured. If you want to know, you're going to have to find out on your own!"
"Maybe later," Jef places his iPad case on an old stump, forgetting his original question, which left Kyle wondering. "Right now I have to swim out to the float and inspect it... part of the job," he's already pulling his tee shirt off.
"Maybe I can help!"
It was on Kyle's agenda. He had spotted The Lake, and after a long walk from town, especially with his gear, which he left at the old shack, same one Ron and AJ dove through the roof, decides to cool off. What he hadn't planned on, was Poseidon and his iPad!
Jef, diving in first, he casually swam, until Kyle pulls ahead. Then, it became a race to the finish.
Kyle, standing on the float, bent over, a hand reaching down, became the ultimate tease, his junk closed up in wet briefs, "Need a hand?"
Of course Jef needed assistance, which bought him some time, time to check out Kyle's hidden assets, "Nice of you!"
However, Jef wasn't ready to be Mr. Nice-guy, yanking on Kyle's hand, "Whoa-o-o-o-oh-shit!"
The shoe on the other foot, becoming Kyle's turn to be plucked out of the water. Just as cagey, whether Kyle meant it or not, Jef kept his balls lying on the float floor, tip of his cock stimulated not only by old paint, but Kyle's cute face.
Unlike, Jef, Kyle had a plan. It's not like he didn't go places unprepared. A half dozen times he has painted a male nude, in private and used very much the same technique. Only, getting fished out of the water and up onto the float, it provided a little more momentum, according to the rules of science and attraction. A little lift out of the water, by a kind hand, gave Kyle the force he needed to accidentally, on purpose, be propelled forward, again announcing himself, "Whoa-o-o-o-oh-shit!"
Yet, Jef lay there, smirking, with full knowledge of the deception, putting it gently to Kyle, "Not only a painter, but con artist as well?"
Realizing Jef was onto him, Kyle states, "An artist I am, an actor I'm not... like how could you tell?"
Gazing down the alleyway of their bods, the position Kyle allowed himself to fall victim to, lining up almost symmetrically, as if their pubes were the axis, he had an inkling he was not smarter than Kyle.
Soon enough he found out, Jef being as accident-prone, hand slipping down his own stomach, like flirting with a guy, digits down the pants, "Amazing how we lined up, like two guys having sex. Too bad I'm not gay, huh?"
"Whoa-shit!" Kyle jumps up, like Jef was too hot to touch, balls bouncing once, his cock taking up the slack of the movement.
Already Kyle was growing on him. Even though almost totally smooth himself, except for the trickling of treasure trail below his bellyhole, Jef pictured his ideal man as having some sort of arrangement of manfur. It was not only Kyle's way of presently himself, as pouncing on a straight man and realizing it, abruptly, but the ginger red hair. Seemingly, Jef could tell it was some shade of ginger, even though the lake water made it look darker, deep auburn.
It was because of Jef, checking out the fur, from full beard and stache, down to unshaved pubes, taking his time doing so, brings Kyle to the conclusion, "If you're not gay, Justin Bieber doesn't do drugs!"
"Who?"
This time around, Kyle drops into a squat, hands to the side, in slow abandon kneels, corralling Jef's knees in between his, "Whew, you gave me quite a scare!"
He had it in mind to come back with a snappy catch-phrase, like `you don't look like the type who scares so easily', one he has used before, but Jef felt a little different in this position, deciding on not allowing Kyle to take all of the blame, "I was kind of holding my breath after saying it, could you tell?"
"Nah," Kyle could not honestly tell, saying what he really feels, "all I could think of, how could you not be gay, with your hand sliding down between our junk?" he takes Jef's hand.
Instead of down his own smooth abs, Kyle places it on his semi-wet chest, moving Jef's hand down his unchiseled abs, "I hope you like `wet!'"
Any kind of fur, close to a man's bod turned Jef on, quickly snapping back with, "Oh, I don't mind!"
They were both hard, ready for some steamy action. Perhaps it would have been better though, if they play along with the rules.
"Ahem! Out of the lake, there..." Gio's voice spoke through a projection device.
"Damn, we're snagged!" Jef got up quick, which caused Kyle to spring over onto his ass.
Like backwards, in slow motion, Kyle bails out, extending his ass over water, instead of the floatation device, going submarining into the deep.
Jumping up, Jef's junk could visibly be seen from a distance even, balls coming alive, anchored by wet briefs, which left him at the focal point of scorn!
Even though Gio was kilometers away, it seemed, they stood man to man. The `other', whom, like Jef, recognized by security surveillance, could catch up with later.
Jef didn't feel like such a man, not the one he built himself up to be in the past few days. Diving into the water, swimming, he was thinking of age, 25-years old, and how could he be such a `teenager!'
Gio was totally surprised, by what seemed as an escape, the other `perpetrator' was headed towards him, rather than away from!
Kyle was met by his first impression of Gio, perhaps someone as gentle as a general at a waterboarding ceremony, "Get dressed! Wait there!"
Jef was under much more scrutiny, lying there in the water, acting shy, like his first time stripping for a man. Swimming away from the raft, he found, if he didn't pull his briefs up over his junk, the current would carry them down his legs!
Kyle, who could be outgoing, a jester, turning an unfortunate, bad moment into something not so dire, speaks up after spotting Jef's stall, "Nice ass, huh?"
Used to being in a gay-friendly environment, it would slip Kyle's mind, how some straight people didn't take kindly to this kind of joking around. For his purposes, Kyle experiences the backlash...
"Are you going to stay in the water all day?" Gio allows Kyle's comment to fall by the wayside, even though he could agree on Jef's hot ass blowing ballast!
Standing up, even though embarrassed by faltering on one of the main rules, one he strongly dwelt on, Jef lifts himself out of the water.
On the sidelines, even though in the outer loop for the moment, Kyle couldn't hide his thoughts of rushing waters, "Daymn!"
Again, Gio, in full `uniform', choosing the camo-style first instated, walks up to the edge of the lake, sternly addressing, "Cross me once and I can be forgiving. Next time though and you'll take your punishment."
Jef felt like the guy standing in a bathtub, ready for the turned on Tv to be dropped in. Feeling Gio's leniency, Jef returns, "I won't fail you again Gio."
"Think, if you do, you're not failing only me, but LL and the rest of the team. You're on probation," Gio turns and walks away.
"Thanks, Gio. I mean it. I've started to turn my life around. I'm not going to allow this to make me go back..." Jef's words slowly fall on deaf ears, Gio fading into the forest.
Forgetting about his accomplice in disobeying the rules, Kyle asks, "What was your life like before coming here?" he holds Jef's trousers out for him to grasp.
"Thanks," it buys Jef a few seconds to figure out what to tell and what not to say, because it's happened before to Kyle, sharing too much of the `wrong' kind of history, "before I came here?"
Knowing he was a few years older, not sure the number made a difference, in maturity, unlike the full impact of cock size, Kyle knew stall when he saw it, communicating, "Of course, nothing which would entail ghosts in the closet or anything?"
To himself, Jef thinks, `Ghosts in the closet?'
Holding his pants out in front of himself, Kyle wasn't meaning to hide his manhood, even though it looked that way. Smiling, he read Jef out, hidden thoughts, helping to buy him more time to think. An artist, Kyle was into the fine lines and detail, which gestures, tweaking up a guy's face, could be read just like a psychology text. Shaking the sand out of his pants, he says, "Hold it a sec. Let me focus on this."
Temporarily, Jef lost focus, focusing on something else. With one subject slipping his mind, the other took over, "Um, you're kind of like... `big', when you get big, huh?"
Like giving a rational explanation, not which he had to, more compelled, because it wasn't only his new friend getting high on his anatomy, Kyle responds as he assembles pants about his waist, tucking his `bigness' in, "Don't we all?" he chuckles.
For the moment, Jef's attention was drawn to Kyle, but after stuffing a semi-hard cock and dangling balls into his pants, sealing it up, eyes were drawn towards Jef!
"Oh yeah," Jef jiggles his pants around, same purpose, to loosen up sand deposits.
Knowing Jef for all of 45-minutes, he could have gotten his lights punched out, but Kyle felt comfy reaching out and touching, "Mm-mm, I love watching you-tube," at which point, he starts driving Jef crazy with emotion...
"Oh-h-h-h," was Jef's first reaction, but the thought of what or `whom' could be lurking in the forest, mainly his mentor, getting busted once in a day was enough.
"What's up with that?" came Kyle's disturbing reaction, when Jef's hand, on Kyle's hand, freezes the action.
"Burn me once, but don't burn me twice!"
"Oh," Kyle removes his hand, slaps himself on the cheek, "right. The big guy!"
Cracking a smirky smile, Jef, who knew Kyle meant Gio, standing tall, alludes to another part of Gio's anatomy, "Trust me, you don't wanna go there!"
With Jef packing it in, Kyle says, "Maybe, but..." his eyes shoot down to Jef's belt buckle, "I'd sure like to go there!" he nods.
Jef had one more thing on his checklist, the main avenue in and out of Bryce Farms. For certain, he knew of at least one very big pothole. However, he was not about to have Kyle slip back over the fence and out of his life just yet over what he already knew, "I'm sure we would both like that, but as you have already noticed, it's not too much fun getting humiliated by the `big man!'"
Then they had a good laugh, Kyle saying, "Okay. I guess I can wait till later, even though sooner would be better!"
"I know the feeling," Jef responds. "Come on, let's go find your gear and I'll show you where you can stash it!"
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It seems Jef wasn't the only employee on the grounds who wound up getting busted today. Clay, who officially, this morning, was awarded the position of foreman, over all the ranch hands, excluding kitchen detail, had to more than once baby his boys, "How many times do I have to warn you boys to keep your hands to yourselves? We're not back in grade school, you know?"
Having to clear some areas of brush, a rake often became a prodder, which started out as one guy spanking another in the tush. Joking around, a rake handle became the force behind the shove, pointy tip prodding a guy in the asscrack, giving him a royal wedgie!
Any goofing off like this, it riled Clay up. Added to the criteria of his job specs, having a quota to fill, land mass cleared and manicured, he was in charge of training and discipling this young squad of ruffians, "You two!"
"Who us?"
Both were `nice' looking, however, with a strong liking towards guys who took care of themselves, stuck to a gym routine, good eating habits, what brought Clay's attention to one, over the other, admiring Ron's tanned abs, taut pecs, handsome face, "You!"
Versatile at things other than mansex, Clay could go either way, depending on who he was up against. If into cubs, he would have picked Jordan over Ron, but something appealed to him, other than some extra weight and all that messy fur, "Over to the barn wall."
They all watched expecting something extra harsh, such as heard through the grapevine, how brutal Clay could be with a leather belt. Rumor had it, on the rodeo circuit, one time Clay lacerated a dude's back with a bullwhip!
However, whatever they heard didn't play out now, Clay ordering Ron to face the barn, spread legs and arms and, "Now you'll stand there until I tell you to do otherwise!"
`That's it?' Ron thought, the others marching away to work the other side of the field.
However, he thought himself not to be so smart when the rough wood of the barn became exposed to the shifting sun. Not only did Ron begin to sweat like a hog, but the rough siding of the barn became abrasive. If he grew tired and slacked off, sagged, the scraping `tortured' him. Not in a painful manner, but the rubbing of his nips and crotch began to drive him semi-wild.
Not realizing a figure standing behind him, Clay barks out, "Arms up and you are to remain still!"
"How long do I have to stand here?"
Smart man, before Clay had reported back to the west side of the barn, he had taken the crew around the east side, "Until I feel you have been disciplined," he shoves his chest up again against Ron's back.
"Oh fuck!" he calls out, feeling his junk squashed against the barn wall.
To rub it in, Clay does just that, pressing in, moving himself into a slight squat, standing straight and repeating.
"Oh shit!" Ron exclaims, feeling his pants taken to the limit!
Then, much to Clay's dismay, that split-second-shift occurs, whereas his masochistic side kicks in, "Oh damn!" he backs off.
"What?" Ron senses something, but doesn't dare break out of the eagle-spread position. He does try to gaze over his shoulder when he doesn't get a response.
"Nothin'," Clay responds.
Knowing it not nothing, Ron could see out of the corner of one eye, Clay, hand down his pants, saying in a suggestive manner, "To me, it looks like somethin'!"
Another feeling arises, which, if more than Ron were watching, perhaps his whole crew, it would not phase Clay in the least bit, being somewhat of an exhibitionist at heart, doesn't take notice of Ron dropping out of his eagle-spread pose... "Go ahead," Clay says.
"Oh, you mean my punishment is over?"
Yeah, Ron's punishment was over and done with, Clay's infraction, touching himself in public, was about to begin, at Clay's own prompting, "Looks like you caught me," the hand down his pants freezes, "masturbating in public."
For the life of him, Ron could not see where this was going, even though he had turned around to face Clay, sums up, "Well, you're the leader, the one we're supposed to look up to?" he strives for answers.
Whether Ron realized it or not, Clay had sent the crew off to lunch, putting his second hand man on duty, Michael, to dismiss them.
However, as soon as the crew saw Clay vanish from sight, they dropped their tools and made a mad dash for the lake.
In vain, Michael tried to hold them back, yelling at them, "We've got ten minutes, guys!"
"Truthfully, Michael?" Richard hung back, "You're first failure was telling them who was boss."
"Well, Clay did leave me in charge?" Michael responds, bending down to pick up tools from the area they were raking.
Ever since setting foot off the bus, first day at Camp Rufghup, Richard has had a crush on Michael. 6'1, muscular, medium-brown hair, stylishly cut, nice dusting on the chest, stripe down the middle, flanking out over the lower abs and a big draw in, allowing his pants to sag, and all of the other assets, viewed in the shower, Richard longed to associate himself with the 19-year old.
Kind of glad this happened, a chance to work his way into Michael's life, now that the bondage of camp life had thoroughly dissipated, Richard says, "You don't go and tell them you're in charge. You act like it and allow them to draw their own conclusions. Like... right now," Richard stood there and watched Michael pick up after the crew, "I'd leave everything right where they are."
"Sure," Michael says sarcastically, "then Clay will come, step on a rake, get hit in the face and blame me!"
"There's an answer for that," Richard says, addressing Michael, a few feet between them.
Michael's silence was enough to provide question.
"Regardless of whomever's rake it is, you pick one of the guys... Chad, he's always being an asshole, and you put the blame on him."
Michael looks at Richard with reserve, "Even if it wasn't his rake, not to mention Chad with the `get mad-get even' philosophy?"
Placing a hand on Michael's bare shoulder, since the whole crew went shirtless, Richard replies, "Don't worry. I've got your back!"
Literally disturbed by the comment, Michael asks, "How do you mean that?"
Richard, thinking it a line, was about to smile with humor, but sensed seriousness. As a nervous reaction, his tee shirt, which he held in both hands, like a towel around the neck, moved it back and forth, as wiping sweat from his shoulders, "Um, never mind what I said. Trust me, you don't have to worry about Chad. Lots of times he's a bunch of talk and no action."
Lightening up, Michael busts on Chad, "You mean like how aggressively he rakes?"
Even though they all sweat, Richard replies, "Why do you think Chad doesn't break out in a sweat?" he laughs.
With five minutes remaining before the lunch bell would be clanging, Michael says, as he walks over to the barn wall, "We better hurry if we want to get the sweat off," he takes rakes and throws them on the ground.
"What are you doing?" Richard could pretty much gather.
"There," Michael brushes hands back and forth, "our two are neatly leaning against the barn..."
Dramatically speaking, Richard says, "And those poor slobs... I can't wait to see what Clay thinks!"
From years of being fenced in, the camp side had amassed a forest, whereas the farm side was more grassy. Soon as the pair crossed the barrier and slipped into the forested area, Richard grabs Michael's arm, "Hold up a sec."
"What?" Michael asks.
His 20-year old friend confronts him, "Um, I..." again, nervous reaction, Richard seesaws his shirt around the back of the neck.
Whereas Richard stumbled on his words, Michael became more direct, "I know. I have to be more forceful if I'm going to be as good a foreman as Clay."
"Not what I was thinking," Richard grabs both ends of his shirt tautly. "What I was thinking, was... is... is, since you and me, almost the only one's leftover from Camp Rufghup, um, like," he gulps, "maybe we can be friends?"
Perhaps Michael didn't play the part of a macho, alpha male, but his instincts were there, having minutes ago felt his balls tingling, regardless, "I thought we already were friends?"
"Yeah, we are," Richard says, thinking of nowhere to go, except the next level. Still shy at this romantic stuff, he works around it, "I meant, I could give you more tips on how to be assertive. Catch my drift?" he ends with a smile.
`Assertive', that was the key word here, Michael thinking, if ever he was going to be more outgoing, maybe this is a good place to start, "I know exactly what you mean."
"You do?" Richard watches as Michael tiptoes towards him.
Standing about an inch apart, Michael stops. "I'm not really good at this," a knuckle of his finger barely scrapes Richard's bod, "but, if think it's okay, I'd like us to be more than friends?" he takes to staring Richard in the eyes.
"Of course," Richard shakes his head, like he's coming out of a trance, "I mean, I'd like us to do that, be more than friends."
Right now they couldn't, a tall figure looming over them, "Not hungry?" Gio asks.
"Is it that time already?" Michael fidgets with his cell phone, trying to cue up the clock feature.
Richard, grabs both Michael's hand and phone, "Let's just take his word for it," he turns Michael around, steering him back towards the farm parcel.
Lost for words, talking about romantic matters, Richard was not at all reluctant, nor stumbling in communicating they were just about to head over to the mess hall.
Gio knew they were screwing him over, but let them slide. Some guys were just too hot to make an issue over. He would follow the chain of command, complaining about the rake which struck him right between the pecs. At the time, Gio exhaled a sigh of relief, thinking he was blessed with `height', taller than a rake was long, though, what was tingling between his thighs, all he could think of is a bent rake!
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Copyright 2014 T. Chase McPhee
`Giv2GeT: HaRD iN THe SaDDLe', and developing segments of this story, may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.