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"Fuck it's cold in here," Gregg said as he stepped into the Harrison family cabin.
"I'll turn the heat up and then build a fire in the wood stove," Monty said. "Gavin, come help me grab some wood, and Gregg you can finish bringing in the supplies. The kitchen is through that door." Monty pointed to a closed door beside a staircase.
Monty's family cabin was just outside of Aspen in a land trust called Hunter Creek Commune, an ironic name since the hippies that founded the commune went on to successful careers in law, medicine, and business, and produced children that did the same. The only thing communal about the place was the annual Labor Day cookout.
While there were no `official' covenants restricting the cabins and other structures on the property, it was a general agreement that the rustic nature of the area would be preserved. Most of the cabins were still log or cedar siding. In reality, the rustic exteriors were just facades to cover the modern designer interiors. Once through the front door, most of the cabins were indistinguishable from the trendy condos that catered to celebrities and wannabes in Vail, Aspen or Winter Park. It was in this way the Harrison cabin differed from its neighbors, Monty's grandfather and father refused to upgrade anything in the house except the kitchen and main bathroom. Monty's father finally agreed to put in satellite internet when Monty and his sister insisted they needed it for work, and the leasing agent said the cabin was becoming hard to rent without it.
In back of the cabin was a stack of wood and Monty and Gavin each grabbed an arm load. When they got back into the house, Monty began building a fire in the stove.
"Will it take to get the cabin warm," Gavin asked.
"Not really, around an hour. Once this stove has a good fire, it will put out a lot of heat. "
"How about during the night. Do you have to get up and add wood?"
"No, once the place is warm the heater can keep it comfortable. Plus, there are plenty of quilts in the cabin, and if all else fails we'll just have to share our body heat."
"Now that's a plan," Gavin said.
"Actually, when the entire family is here, I have the best place to sleep."
"Where's that?"
Monty pointed to a loft and said, "During the Winter the heat rises and keeps it nice and warm; and during the Summer, the windows are high enough that the trees don't block the breeze."
Once the fire was going, Monty and Gavin went to help Gregg put the provisions away. The kitchen was already warm because Gregg had put a kettle on the stove for tea, and was preheating the oven to bake the pizzas they brought for supper.
Monty grabbed one of the warm mugs from the counter, and said, "This might actually be the only time I'm glad it's tea time." Since moving in, Gavin and Gregg had insisted on tea time and occasionally roped Monty into the tradition.
"I can't believe you Yanks can hold such a grudge against tea," Gregg said. "Tea time is one of the truly civiling traditions."
Monty laughed, and said, "Yeah, this from the nation that invented soccer hooliganism."
Gavin said, "Yes, there is a theory that Edward II was deposed because he banned football. In the 14th century rival villages used to gather and kick a pig's bladder around the local heath. He thought the violence at the events threatened the peace of the Kingdom and might lead to treason."
"Of course, most historians think he lost his throne for buggering his favorite noble boy toy, Hugh Despenser," Gregg added, "I guess England wasn't ready for a King who was also a Queen."
Eventually, the conversation got around to sleeping arrangements, and Monty said, "I usually sleep in the loft. There is a queen size mattress that unfolds and lays on the floor. Down here there is a regular bed in the master and bunk beds in the smaller room."
"I think we should all sleep in the loft," Gregg said, and Gavin agreed.
"Fine, but tonight I want to sleep. If you two want something else, you will have to find someplace else."
"Okay," Gavin said, "but we can cuddle right?"
"Yes, we can cuddle," Monty said.
That evening was movie night. Monty brought `Handsome Devil,' a movie about rugby, teenage boys, and an Irish boarding school. Monty thought the twins would like it; plus, Nicholas Galitzine was hot playing gay athlete in the macho world of rugby. Before they started the movie, Monty made popcorn and the twins made hot chocolate with peppermint schnapps.
When the movie ended, Monty said, "It's 10:30, I'm tired and going to bed, and to sleep.
"We're going to stay up a bit longer," Gregg said.
""That's fine. I plan to hit the trails around 10 in the morning. Breakfast will be served at 8:30."
When the twins finally went to bed, they found Monty lying on his right side in the middle of the bed and looking so cozy. Gregg stripped off his clothes and slipped under the covers and cozied up so his naked ass was snuggled against Monty's cock. Gavin also stripped and he cuddled up to Monty's back. The threes fell asleep with Monty sandwiched between two English stud muffins.
The next morning Monty extricated himself from between the two sleeping boys, and headed for the shower. From experience, Monty knew the first person in the shower got hot water, the second person got warm water, the third cool water, and the fourth should just wait until after lunch to take a shower. Actually, Monty figured a shower was a waste of time and water. A day of cross-country skiing was going to definitely work up sweat and a fair bit of stink. He would be taking another shower later in the day, but a morning shower was a luxury he wasn't going to let practicality take away.
After getting dressed, Monty went down to start breakfast. The night before he'd mixed up a batch of steel cut oat and nuts, so in the morning all he had to do was put some berries in a baking dish, cover with the oats and nuts mixture, and bake. He'd grown up eating baked oatmeal when the family was at the cabin, so it had a special place in his heart. Also, oatmeal was the sort of food to keep someone going all morning. While the oatmeal baked, Monty made coffee and fried up plenty of bacon.
It wasn't long before the aroma of bacon frying attracted the attention of two ravenous British wolves. Monty thought the baked oatmeal would be enough for two day's breakfast, but he was wrong on that account. "Just put the dishes in the sink," Monty said. "We can do them later. I don't expect to see many people on the trails, but it snowed last night and I like to be the first on virgin snow."
The guys were soon on the trail. The Hunter Creek Commune was in a valley and beaver dams had created bonds and marshes in the valley floor. The cabins were scattered around the slopes of the valley. In addition to the gravel road that connected the area with the outside world, there were trails that circled the valley and led into the surrounding mountains or down into the valley floor. The Commune Loop Trail followed the Commune's main road and used the road's two bridges to cross Hunter Creek.
Monty decided to start on this loop trail for a couple of reasons. First, although not as scenic as the other trails, it was by far the easiest and would give him a chance to assess the twins' skills. Second, the trail ran by all the cabins and Monty wanted to see what neighbors they might have. It didn't take long for the twins to master the shuffle and glide needed to move on the flat, and they weren't even that bad when it came to climbing using the herringbone technique, but mastering the downhill wedge took a while.
However, the twins' natural athleticism and dogged determination eventually won out, and they were able to master the essential skills. Soon sibling rivalry took over and the two were racing each other. Monty laughed and yelled, "Don't do something stupid and hurt yourselves. Cory would beat the shit out of me if that happened."
After they crossed the first bridge, Monty noticed another set of tracks in the snow and figured there was only one person who would have made them, Clifford Buchanan. Bucky, was what everyone called Clifford, and he was the son of an OH, original hippie. The land now occupied by Hunter Creek Commune was once part of the Buchanan family holdings. The first Buchanan in the area, Bucky's ancestor, came out to Colorado looking for gold, found a little, but soon moved onto timber and ranching. Bucky's father and three friends, including Monty's grandfather, were the charter members on the Hunter Creek Commune. Bucky was the only permanent resident of the Commune and lived in the cabin his father had built.
A little ways down the trail, the tracks they had been following turned off onto an access trail leading to one of the cabins. Monty smiled. It was Bucky's cabin, and Monty said to the twins, "Follow me. I want you to meet someone."
About twenty yards up the access trail, it opened into a clearing with a cabin, a barn, and several outbuildings. There Monty headed for one of the outbuildings with light shining through the windows. The building was Bucky's art studio. He was currently sculpting what appeared to be mountain lion perched on a ledge ready to pounce on unsuspecting prey. No doubt this was for a casting.
Monty knocked on the door, and was soon greeted by a viking warrior in the nude. Although he just celebrated his 51st birthday, few who didn't know him would guess Bucky's age. He was muscular, tall, rugged, and his long, wavy hair, full beard, chest hair, and pubes were still a rich dark mahogany red. It was like the porn star Colby Keller had a big brother.
"Oh sorry, Monty," Bucky said, and reached for a robe. "I only saw you on the porch, and didn't realize you had children with you."
Monty laughed, and said, "Don't worry. There is nothing virtuous or innocent about these two. For the last month they have acted like I am their daddy. It's time they see what a real daddy looks like."
Bucky smiled, dropped his robe, and ran both hands through his stunning mane. Then locked his fingers behind his head and exposed his pits. He let the boys take in his mature muscular body. Bucky's shoulders, biceps and pecs were large and firm. He no longer had the washboard abs of his youth, but neither did he have a belly. He was thick and solid. His thighs and calves were large and toned from hiking, skiing, and cycling in the mountains. Then there was his ass; it was a gay boy's wet dream, large, firm, and round.
Gregg and Gavin both unconsciously rubbed their crotches. Monty couldn't help but laugh, then said, `Careful boys, or you will find yourselves following in the footsteps of Ganymede."
"Who's Ganymede?" Gavin asked.
Monty looked at Bucky who smiled and pointed to a sheet covering what must have been a sculpture. Monty motioned for the boys to follow, and he led them over and removed the sheet. What they saw was Bucky's three dimensional interpretation of Renaissance painter Peter Paul Rubens `Rape of Ganymede.' Monty said, "According to Greek and Roman mythology, Ganymede was the son of Tros, the founder of Troy. Ganymede was the most beautiful of mortals and was abducted by Zeus to become his personal cup-bearer and lover. Zeus was so taken by Ganymede that he granted the boy immortality."
The statue was a bronze of a naked and very handsome young man in the clutches of an eagle. Monty continued, "According to the myth, Zeus either took the form of an eagle, or sent an eagle to abduct Ganymede."
Gregg wasn't saying much, but was instead studying the figure of Ganymede. He then looked at Monty and smiled.
Gavin was confused and asked, "Did I miss something?"
Gregg said, "I think Monty is Ganymede."
"Really, no way!" Gavin said, then examined the statue more closely.
Bucky came up behind Monty and pulled him into a hug. Then Monty said, "Bucky wasn't my first, but he was my first real man."
"Okay, you have to tell us this story. It sounds legendary," Gavin said.
Monty looked back over his shoulder and Bucky whispered in his ear, "Go ahead. It will drive them crazy. Plus, I want to hear how Homer spins this tale."
"Only if you agree to join us across the valley at the Harrison cabin. Tonight, supper is beef stew, and all the beer you can drink."
Bucky softly purred, and said, "Damn that sounds good. Should I bring anything?"
"No, I've got it covered...unless you happen to have some weed you're willing to share."
Bucky said, "You know I do." Then he licked Monty's ear eliciting a low moan from Monty.
"We should be back at the cabin around one o'clock. Come over whenever you are ready. If we aren't back yet, you know where the key is kept."
Bucky knew where most of the cabin owners kept their cabin keys. Since he was the only permanent resident, most of the owners counted on Bucky to check on their property and assist anyone they were letting stay in their cabins. Bucky was also the Communes trail and commons keeper, which meant he supervised a group of college boys during the summer to groom the trails, clear brush for fire prevention, and cut down any diseased trees. Monty had spent a couple of Summers working on the crew. The Commune attempted to pay Bucky for his work, but between leasing his part of the family ranches to his brothers and the sale of his artwork, he didn't need the money and requested it be donated to the Audubon Society.
Monty and the twins easily finished their ski loop around 12:30 and took showers before sitting down to a lunch of ham and turkey sandwiches and chips. After lunch, Monty sent the boys out to split some firewood for the stove. He said, "You need to split it now before you start drinking. The both of you are scary enough with an ax when you're sober. After we start drinking and smoking it would be criminal to give you anything sharper than a dull pencil."
While Gregg and Gavin were restocking the firewood, Monty decided to bake some cookies. He settled on making monster cookies using trail mix instead of just M&Ms. The addition of the raisins and nuts have the illusion of something healthy.
Monty was taking the cookies out of the oven when he heard a snowmobile pull onto the property. Because the roads to the Commune could be impassable for long stretches of the Winter, Bucky kept a couple of snowmobiles around for use by himself and other residents. The Commune did own a truck with a snowplow that could handle most normal snowfall, but when a `big one' hit the roads were closed until the county got around. Since most of the Commune was empty during the Winter, it was low on the priority list. So Bucky was always prepared, and in fact seemed to bask in the solitude of Winter.
When Bucky entered the cabin, Monty smiled and said, `Welcome to my humble cabin."
"All that matters is that it has a warm fire, an ample stock of essential provisions, and good friends," Bucky said, as he threw off several layers of clothes and shucked his snow boots.
Monty was removing the cookies from the baking sheet and putting them on a rack to cool when Buck came up and wrapped him in a bear hug. Bucky kissed the nape of Monty's neck and said, "You don't know how glad I was to see you this morning. It's bee a long Winter without a good fuck."
"Oh, so that's what I am to you--a good fuck."
Bucky laughed and said, "You know you are way more than that to me. You saw I still have the `Rape of Ganymede 18.0.' You can't believe the number of good, no...great offers I have had for that piece or to issue reproductions of it. However, I just can't part with it, or share it."
"I wish you would find another name for that piece," Monty said. "We both know there was no rape."
"So what would you suggest?"
"Ganymede Seduces Zeus."
"Oh, so you think it was you who seduced me, and not the other way around?"
"Yes, and you will just have to wait until this evening to learn how I did it."
The door opened and the twins came in with arm loads of firewood.
"Fuck, it's cold!" Gavin said. "I thought it was supposed to be Spring."
Bucky laughed, "It is, that's why at noon you can be stripping your clothes off, and at four freezing your ass off. When a storm comes over the mountain or the sun dips below it, the weather at 9,000 feet can change pretty quickly."
"Well," Gregg said, "It's a good thing it's time for afternoon tea. It looks like Monty even made us cookies."
Monty rolled his eyes and said, "The place could be on fire and these two would stop for tea."
Bucky laughed, "Monty, I think I can turn you into a regular tea drinker," and he pulled a glass jar out of his backpack.
"I have honey for my tea," Monty said.
"Ahhh, but what kind of honey? This is a new business that I and a friend have started. We are raising bees in the mountain valleys where they collect nectar from alpine flowers. Then we take the honey and infuse it with cannabis to make cannahoney. We market it as Sweet Aspen Gold.' The shit flies off the shelf faster than we can make it. So, we are introducing a new line called Amber Waves of Sweetness.' We are sourcing the honey from several flatland producers. It's our Coors Light of cannahoney. We are planning a marketing campaign that says, `Now everybody can enjoy high tea.' We shot the photos for the campaign last week. My partner and I are wearing polo gear that has been tie dyed and we are being served tea by a butler."
It took a while for the cannahoney to have an effect, but when it did, Monty was completely down with tea time in the future. The four guys were all fairly mellow, although Gavin did have a tendency to occasionally randomly kiss or hug someone. The cannahoney also had the effect of amplifying Bucky's naturist inclinations and he was soon naked, and the twins were soon to follow his lead. Eventually Monty also said fuck the social conventions and stripped down as well.
Somehow, it seemed right to be stoned, naked, and sitting on the floor when on the sacred grounds of the Hunter Creek Commune. Although, Monty did have a hard time imagining his grandfather and grandmother, naked and sharing a joint. Monty had a hard time imagining his grandparents doing anything rebellious. The only hint of their wilder days was the small peace sign tattooed on his grandmother's shoulder, the handmade deerskin drum hanging on the wall of his grandfather's home office, and their wedding picture. Grandma kept the wedding picture hung discreetly in their bedroom away from public view. In the photo, Monty's grandmother was wearing a peasant's dress, and his grandfather was wearing a leather vest with no shirt. They both wore headbands and love beads. The officiant appeared to be a Buddhist monk. Monty learned that when his grandmother found out she was pregnant with his father, she and her mother insisted on a Methodist Church wedding.
As the effects of the cannahoney began with wear off. Monty began to notice two things. First, the room was getting cool, and second he was starving. Monty grabbed a throw blanket from the couch and wrapped it around his shoulders and upper body. Then he said, "I'm going to get supper on the table, one of you needs to throw a couple of logs on the fire."
Monty's stew recipe was basic: plenty of beef, beef broth, potatoes, carrots, onion, and celery. Season well with salt pepper, herbs, other spices and Worcestershire sauce. Thicken with flour. Then the most important step: pour in a bottle of Guinness and cook on low for eight hours and don't mess with it beyond an occasional stir.
The last step of stew night was slightly toasting a French Baguette and making sure there was plenty of red wine or beer. While Monty was a Coors man, with his stew he always served Guinness following the rule to drink what you cook with. Monty figured he'd invite Bucky for supper and of course the twins could be competitive eating contenders, so he had pulled out the 10 qt. Crockpot in the hopes he could actually make enough for two meals.
Something about being in a cabin in the mountains on a cold night made a thick stew the perfect meal. Add in plenty of beer and good friends, and it was an amazing feast. Monty wondered if this was what it was like to sit in the great hall of a medieval castle or a Viking feasting hall. Have men always gathered to eat, drink, and tell great stories of their battles, hunts, and sexual exploits. It was just that now battles were sports, and hunts were business deals. However, sex remained the true constant at the feasting table.
After everyone had their fill. Monty said, "I fixed both breakfast and supper, so..."
"We know,..." Gregg started.
"We've got dish duty, Gavin finished.
Bucky looked out the window and said, "Damn, look at it snow. These late season storms can really dump a lot of snow. I hope you're okay with me staying the night."
"Oh, I would be pissed if you didn't. In fact, I was thinking you should stay here for the next week."
"I didn't bring much by way of clothing," Bucky said.
"Since when did you ever need clothes?" Monty said with a smirk.
Bucky laughed and said, "Yeah, you know me too well."
Monty gave Bucky a wicked look and said, "Not as well as I plan to know you by the time we sit down for breakfast in the morning."
While the twins did the dishes, Monty and Bucky set up the table for cards. "What are we going to play?" Bucky asked.
"Well since we're all already naked, strip poker is out of the question," Monty said. "I don't want to play anything with a sexual component, because it's just you and me tonight...Zeus."
"Yes Ganymede..... So, what about the boys?"
"They are perfectly capable of entertaining themselves. We're here for at least a week. so they'll have plenty of Bucky time."
When the dishes were done, Monty said, "Okay soccer hooligans, it's time for you to get your asses whipped."
"Yes daddy," the twins said in unison.
Monty looked at Bucky and said, "See what I mean. These two are incorrigible." Then he said to the twins, "It's time for you to get schooled in Pinochle."
"Oh, and by the way," Gregg said, "we are football hooligans."
"Or if you are Swedish, Fotbollshuliganer," Gavin added.
"Assholes," Monty said.
That's `skitstovlar' in Swedish," Gregg said.
"So can you speak Swedish?" Bucky asked.
"Only football English," Gregg said, "Which means we can swear, order beer, and ask where the restrooms are. We spent a summer in Stockholm as part of a football exchange program."
"Was the language an issue when you were on the field," Bucky asked.
"Not really," Gavin said, "English is taught in their schools and over 80 percent of Swedes can speak English."
"Really the only problem we had was getting sleep," Gregg said, "Starting in June it's like near 24/7 daylight. That can really fuck with you sleep pattern."
The guys chatted as they played cards. Monty and Bucky easily took three games from the twins and finally, Gregg said, "I'm getting tired of losing. I think it's time we hear the Ganymede Epic."
"Yeah," Gavin said."
"Okay, this is..." Monty started, but Bucky interrupted. This is not how a good legend is retold. We need the proper setting and drink."
Bucky pulled another bottle out of his backpack, and said, "This story requires a fine bottle of mead. In addition to using our honey to make cannahoney, my partner and I are also experimenting with using it to ferment mead."
"I see Bucky wants an entire Homer-erotic production. Fine, then we need to move over to the wood stove." Monty went into the kitchen and found four stoneware cups. He then lit an oil lamp and turned off all the lights in the cabin."
When he joined the guys around the stove. Monty dropped the blanket he had wrapped around himself, so that he was standing totally nude and softly illuminated by the oil lamp. He took the bottle of mead and poured four cups of mead. Monty held his cup up in a toast, and said, "To friends and lovers."
Bucky and the twins replied, "To friends and lovers."
"Are you ready to hear my Ganymede tale?"
There were smiles and nods of affirmation.
"It began when a young man, really a boy, of 19 decided to live life on his own terms. He had just finished his sophomore year in college, and most importantly had just come to grips with his sexuality. He had told his best friend and his family that he was a homosexual, a lover of men. However, the truth was that he had never really known the love of a man."
"He had played with boys, casually met up with nameless cocks, and even experimented with kinks, but he had never felt the love of a man. He longed for a mentor to show him what it truly meant to be gay."
"The youth had no plans for his summer. He thought he had a job lined up, but that fell through when the owner of the business suddenly decided to sell and move out of state. So, he was looking through the help wanted ads when his father suggested he apply for a job working at the Hunter Creek Commune."
"His father said, You could live at the family cabin and spend your days doing some physical work, and then in the evenings read or write...or maybe just figure out what will make you happy.' The youth's father had noticed his son's melancholy mood. You could even invite Cory or some of your other college friends to visit,' his father suggested. The youth jumped at the opportunity, and the next day packed for a summer in the mountains. Even if he weren't hired by the Commune, his father and grandfather said they would pay him to do some work on the cabin over the summer."
"The youth, let's just call him Monty," Monty said, and the twins laughed. "Monty's father told him to contact Clifford Buchanan to inquire about a job. Monty wasn't sure who Clifford Buchanan was, but then his father said `You know, Bucky.' Of course Monty knew Bucky; everyone at the Commune knew Bucky. Bucky was the perfect neighbor. He was quiet, kept his eyes open and his nose out of other's business, and was always there to offer a hand when help was needed. On top of that Bucky was a superb physical specimen, a stud, a demigod."
"Hold it right there," Bucky said. "Let's not get carried away with puffery."
"This is not, false praise," Monty replied in a mock rhetorical style. "However, if you need proof, let us submit this to objective eyes. Gregg, Gavin, is Bucky not a superb physical specimen?"
"Aye," said the twins.
"Is he not a stud?"
"Aye!"
"Is he not a demigod, or perhaps even Zeus himself in human form?"
"Aye!!" the twins yelled and everyone laughed. Then Bucky said, I think this story will require some more mead.
"How much of that stuff did you bring?" Monty asked.
"Only two, maybe three bottles."
Monty laughed and said, "I think Zeus is up to his old tricks."
Gregg said, "Count me in."
"Me too," Gavin said.
"Hold your horses, hooligans. Tonight only men are allowed in the loft bed."
"We're men," Gavin said defiantly.
Monty smiled and said, "Not until you can grow a beard."
Monty had stopped shaving when Covid began curtailing social gathering since he didn't see a need for it, and by the time the twins moved in it was looking good. The twins decided they would also try growing beards, but their efforts had only led to teasing by Monty and Jude.
Gavin put on his pouty face and said, "This just for tonight, right?"
Monty looked at Bucky and asked, "What do you think?"
"Well..., after my last visit to Denver, I liked that Wyoming King you got so much, I ordered myself one. We could move this party over to my place tomorrow."
The twins got so excited Monty thought they might just piss. He smiled and said, "I don't think we have another option."
Gavin said, "That's great, but now we need you to finish the story."
"Yeah!" Gregg added.
"See what I have to put up with, Bucky."
"Oh, I'm sure you are loving every minute," Bucky said, "Now finish that story. I want to know how it ends."
"Spoiler alert," Monty said, and flashed the three his ass. There were boos, and then Monty continued.
THE EPIC OF GANYMEDE as told by Ganymede: ACT I
"Okay, okay," Monty said. "Well when Monty showed up at Bucky's cabin to check whether there were any jobs available, he found Bucky buck naked in his art studio. Monty asked about any opening on the grounds crew, and was told the last one was filled that morning. Monty was about to leave when Bucky said, `However, I did get a call from my brother telling me one of the family ranch's upper pastures has to have all of the fences replaced. I could use a hand with that, but I will tell you it's some of the hardest work you'll ever do. Also, you will be living off the grid for weeks at a time."
Monty thought about it for a second then said he'd take the job.
The next morning, Bucky was outside Monty's family cabin and honking his horn. "Let's go boy," he said. as Monty stumbled out of the cabin and threw his gear in the bed of the truck. "This crew gets an early start."
"Crew?" Monty asked, seeing no one else.
"Yeah, I'm the boss and you're the crew."
"Their first stop was the farm store for fencing and steel posts, the second stop was for groceries and beer. They were finally ready to head off to the ranch. Once at the ranch they followed an old logging road until they came to an old school bus and a barn. Bucky's brother, Dawson, was waiting for them. He'd brought a couple of horses and four mules. After introductions and a few words about the job, Dawson was gone and Bucky and Monty were all alone."
"Bucky said, Well kid, the first thing we have to do is set up the camp." The old school bus had been modified into a camper and would be their home for the next few weeks. The bus had a small kitchen, a composting toilet, a small sitting area and at the back of the bus were four bunks. Pick your bunk then get your gear inside. It looks like rain clouds are crossing the mountain and into the valley.' After getting their gear inside they packed in the food and beer."
"The next thing was to make sure the generator was working and the cook stove's gas was turned on. Monty started looking around and then asked, `Where do we shower?' and Bucky replied 'there's a small creek over there, and don't worry about the hot water, there ain't any'."
"Bucky and Monty sat down for their first meal together, and that's when Monty learned Bucky was not a cook. `What's this?' Monty asked when Bucky put a plate down in front of him."
"`It's mac & cheese with weenies,' Bucky said."
"Monty ate it, but when he was finished said, `How about I do the cooking?"
Bucky was more than happy to accept the offer and said he would take care of the horses in exchange. So for supper, Monty made beef enchiladas, and Bucky was in heaven. Monty mentioned that he needed some spices and other ingredients, and Bucky said the next time they were in town he could be in charge of the shopping. Bucky said, "Friday morning we will take the horses and mules down to the main house, then go into town for the weekend. We'll get a motel room and grab some nice hot showers, go to Tina's cafe, hit the bars and get some good nights sleep in real beds, then come back Monday morning."
"The next morning, Monty made pancakes and bacon. Then, he packed a lunch and snack to take out along. During breakfast, Bucky said, I probably should have asked this question before hiring you, but can you ride a horse?' Monty looked a bit sheepish, and said, I've been on a horse'."
"Bucky burst into laughter, and said, Shit, I've gone and hired a greenhorn.' Monty was embarrassed and thought Bucky was going to fire him on the spot, but instead Bucky said, Well, I guess we will be doing some training this morning. First rule is never walk behind a horse or especially a mule. They will kick your ass across the yard. Most of the time they will get you in the stomach or chest, but Blacky, my horse aims for the head. However, you see that mule, her name is Sheila and she's a bitch. She aims for your nuts. And let me tell you, nothing hurts like getting mule-kicked in the jewels; it's guaranteed to make you first born cross-eyed'."
"Bucky showed Monty how to saddle a horse, pack the mules and gave him a quick lesson on riding in the mountains. Finally, Bucky said, Let's see if you got what kinda grit you got,' and Bucky mounted Blacky. Monty swallowed hard and climbed up on his horse, Daisy. Daisy was a real lady and forgave a lot of Monty's inexperience, for which the kid was truly grateful. Bucky grabbed the lead of the two mules they were using that morning and said, Give Daisy free rein. She's done this scores of times, and knows what to do.' Bucky was right. Daisy obediently followed Bucky and the mules up the mountain trail."
"Once they got to the first gate, Bucky said, We might as well start here. They unloaded the mules and horses, and picketed them between two trees where they could graze. Bucky decided to see what kind of worker Monty was going to be, so he said, These two terminal posts need to be replaced. So I need you to dig them out then make sure the holes are at least 18 inches in diameter and three and a half feet deep. I'm going to walk the fence line and check what else has to be repaired before we can string new wire."
"Monty grabbed a shovel and a bar and got busy. Bucky was gone about a half hour and when he got back was impressed to see that Monty had gotten the first post out and the hole was at the right depth and diameter. Monty's shirt had big patches of sweat under his arms and in the middle of his back, and his hair was damp. Bucky said, Let's take a break.' and the two found a shade tree. Bucky dug a couple of honey buns out of the saddle bags and two bottles of water. As they ate. He said, The corner posts at the far end are still in good shape, so we don't have to replace them. It looks like we've got three or four steel posts to replace, and then we can start stretching the barbed wire. Unfortunately, I doubt the rest of the fences will need this little work'."
"Bucky and Monty spent the rest of the day rebuilding the terminal posts and replacing the steel posts that were missing or too bent to reuse. Monty was introduced to the post driver, a long steel tub with handles and one end welded shut. The driver would slide over the end of a steel fence post then repeatedly lifted and rammed down hard to drive the post into the ground. It was not only tiring work, but the repeated slamming of the driver down onto the post was jarring on the body."
"When the last post was finally driven into the ground, Bucky said, `let's roll up the old wire and call it a day. I want you to be alert when I show you how to string wire. It took a while to roll up five strands of wire that stretched at least the length of three football fields. They piled the old wire and worn out posts to be hauled away at the end of the job."
"Let's get saddled up and head back,' Bucky said. He watched Monty put the saddles and bridles on the horses, then helped him with the mule because they could definitely be a handful for even an experienced wrangle. Bucky noticed three things about Monty. The first was that he had obviously paid attention that morning to how Bucky had done things. Second, he was careful, but not skittish around the animals. Third, the horses and mules were comfortable around him. Are you sure you weren't a ranch hand in a past life?' Bucky had no idea how good that bit of praise was to Monty's ego and confidence."
"Back at the camp, Monty started charcoal in the grill while Bucky took care of the livestock. When Bucky finished and came over to the bus, he asked, Are you ready to go wash the dirt and stink off?' Monty nodded, and Bucky told him to grab his towel, soap, and shampoo. Come on kid, I'll show you the best place to wash off.' Bucky took off his clothes and said to follow him. Monty was a bit self-conscious about stripping off in front of Bucky, not because of any embarrassment with his body, but because he was afraid of getting a boner while secretly checking out Bucky. Bucky was a daddy's boy's dream come true. He was tall, muscular, and his chest, legs, and ass had just the right amount of fur. Then there was his cock and balls, Bucky's cock was uncut, thick, long, and hung heavy between his legs. His balls were grade AAA extra large eggs that swung low in their basket. Monty was starting to chub and knew he needed something to calm him down."
"Bucky led the way up a trail and through a thicket of willow trees until they found themselves standing on the back of a creek. At this spot in the creek it fell over a rock ledge and into a pond of water before exiting over another rock ledge. The pond was the size of an above ground backyard pool, but deeper. Monty tried to stick a toe in the water to see how cold it was, but soon he found himself sputtering and shivering in the cold mountain water. What the fuck!' Monty screamed in a voice higher and squeakier than he liked. Buck stood on the ledge where Monty just stood and was laughing so hard his balls were swinging like church bells. "Asshole," Monty yelled. Look kid, if you try to ease into it, you'll never do more than barely kiss the water with your nuts. You have to just screw up your manhood and all out commit"."
"Screw up my manhood?!' Monty said. It's so cold in here I can't even find it'."
"Bucky again laughed, and then cannonballed into the pool, nearly drowning Monty. "Damn it, you are really just a fuck asshole,' Monty yelled as he futilely tried to dunk Bucky, who continued to laugh. Finally, Monty gave up the effort. When they got down to washing, it didn't take long and soon they were standing on the rock and drying off. Monty was amazed that while his own cock had retreated like a prairie dog spotting a coyote, Bucky's seemed almost bigger."
"When they got back to the bus, the charcoal was ready to go. So Monty slipped on some athletic shorts and a sleeveless T-shirt. How do you like em?' Monty asked, and Bucky smiled and said, Oh, warm and still a little pink.' Monty wasn't sure Bucky was talking about hamburgers. Bucky stepped into the bus, and when he returned was still naked but had a couple of cold beers. He handed one to Monty and said, Here, you earned it.' Monty smiled as he took the beer from Bucky."
"All evening, Bucky remained naked and on display. Bucky's comfort with nudity was so obvious that soon Monty began to feel he was the one breaking social norms by being clothed. When it was time to eat Bucky was again complimentary of the food. The truth was, it didn't take much more than adding a little salt and pepper, toasting the buns, and not charring the meat to impress Bucky."
"Bucky got each of them another beer, and they ate burgers, potato salad, and baked beans outside as the evening turned into dusk. They joked and chatted as they ate. The conversation never turned serious or personal. Mostly, they talked about sports, travel, and school. Monty told Bucky he played soccer at Denver University, his grandmother had taken him to the U.K. and Ireland as a high school graduation gift, and he was working on dual degrees in English and secondary education. Bucky said he had spent much of the winter in New Zealand, he played football at Colorado State, and had started as pre-law, but soon switched his major to art. Bucky said, 'I just couldn't see myself in a suit everyday.' Monty was caught off guard by the statement and laughed. Unfortunately, he was in the middle of a big drink of beer and blew Coors through his nose. Bucky couldn't stop laughing as Monty sat coughing and sputtering."
"For the next two days, it was hard work during the day and easy chatter in the evenings. The only conflict Monty had was internal. Monty and Bucky slept on opposite sides of the narrow bus aisle, and Monty would find himself listening to Bucky soft breathing and soon would start to imagine what it would be like to touch Bucky's sexy, masculine body, and worship his perfect cock and balls. Unfortunately, there wasn't any privacy in the bus, and Monty had never been able to cum quietly. He thought about going outside, but remembered Bucky's warning that there were bears and mountain lions in the area."
"So when Friday came around, Monty was hoping he would be able to find some release on the weekend in town. It was around three in the afternoon when Bucky and Monty pulled into the Western Star Inn, in Rifle, Colorado. The Western Star Inn was a 1950's style motel of the kind that sprung up along America's highways to cater to the post-war desire to See the U.S.A. in your Chevrolet.' Monty heard the clerk say to Bucky, I'm sorry Mr. Buchanan, but the only room we have left is a single king. The Art and Music Festival has really filled every place in town to capacity.' Bucky smiled and said, `Well, we'll just have to make do. Won't we Monty?' The thought of sleeping in the same bed with Bucky had Monty in an emotional tug-of-war. His heart was racing and brain was in a panic at the thought of sharing a bed with Bucky; however, his dick was jumping up and down in excitement."
When they got into the room, Bucky told Monty to grab the first shower. Then offhandedly said, You probably need it more than I do.' Monty wasn't sure that comment was about him stinking or the fact that his cock had been stiff since leaving the ranch. Whichever it was, Monty wasn't going to argue. Monty was soon in the bathroom and stripping off his clothes. Before stepping in the shower, Monty looked at himself in the mirror. His muscles were popping and he knew a summer of digging fence posts and using the post driver would only build more muscle. The other thing Monty noticed was that his torso was definitely darker than his body below the belt. Monty had started taking off his shirt in the afternoon, and now there was a clear tan line just above his pubes in front and the top of his ass crack in back."
"Damn, Monty said to himself, I'm so horny I'm perving on myself.' He grabbed a washcloth and jumped into the shower. Once the water was at the temperature he liked, he bit down on the washcloth, leaned back against the shower wall and started pounding his cock like he was driving a fence post into rocky mountain soil. It didn't take long for a long arch of cum to shoot from his cock and arch across the shower to land on the opposite wall. The washcloth stifled Monty's moans as he shot volley after volley of jizz and sexual frustration down the shower drain. When Monty finally finished his shower and walked back into the bedroom, Bucky said, `You definitely look more relaxed,' then stripped off his clothes, scratched his balls, and went to take his own shower. Monty immediately knew he was going to need a lot of showers that weekend."
"When Bucky got out of the shower, he was surprised to find Monty fully dressed and ready to go. Hunger had replaced sex as Monty's primal need. Bucky said, `Supper is on me and it's steak, so don't go embarrassing me by ordering something cheap like a hamburger and fries. Got it kid?' Monty nodded."
Bucky drove to Sammy's Rocky Mountain Steakhouse. When they got out of the truck at Sammy's, Bucky tossed Monty the pickup keys and said, Since you aren't 21, so you are the designated driver. I plan to get shitfaced tonight. So you have two jobs tonight, get me back to the motel and tucked into bed, and take care of my truck. If you fail on either of those, your ass is going to pay, and pay heavily. Got it?' Money responded with, `Yes Sir.' Bucky liked that a lot."
"Bucky started his evening off with a Rifle Bear. A Rifle Bear was a twist on the Bourbon Peach Schnapps cocktail. It replaced the orange juice with lemonade and Sprite. Then he had a couple of beers to go with his meal. After they finished their meal, Bucky said, `It's time to go to the Stockade, and you are driving.'
"Located between Rifle and Silt, Colorado, the Stockade was the kind of bar where everyone, except chauvinists, dogmatists; racists, sexists, and homophobes, were welcome. There was a big sign at the front door that said 'Leave your politics, biases, and religion outside. -The Management.' The Management and owner was Kandy Kane. Kandy had been born Hazel Nance, but legally changed it to her pornstar name when she divorced her second husband. The bar got its name from the wall of used utility poles that surrounded the property to provide security and privacy."
`When they walked into the bar, several people yelled greetings to Bucky, and he was soon drinking and dancing with his friends, his male friends. Monty couldn't take his eyes off of Bucky, even when several men and women asked him to dance. Monty was nursing a Coke when Kandy said, "Damn kid, I'd go broke if all my customers were like you."
"Sorry, ma'am, I would like another Coke."
"Kandy laughed, and said, `I was just kidding you. Would you like something in that Coke'"
"No ma'am. I'm the driver tonight."
"Good boy, I wish more of my customers would think to bring a driver. It looks like Bucky will definitely need one tonight. It's been a long time since he's tied one on like that."
"`So, he doesn't drink like this all the time?' Monty said, a bit surprised."
"Heavens no. He does this a couple of times a year. Usually when he has something on his mind'."
"Oh, he hasn't said anything about it."
"Of course he wouldn't.... Because it's you he's got on his mind."
"Really?"
"Yes really, and from the way you've been watching him all night, I'd say he's on your mind as well."
"Monty turned bright red, and asked, `How did you know?"
"Look kid, I've lived a pretty rough life. When it comes to sex, alcohol, and drugs, I am an expert. I've either read about it, seen it, or done it. So, you learn to read people; it's a tool of the trade and a survival skill."
"Monty was quiet for a while and then asked, `Why hasn't he at least suggested... you know."
`Kandy laughed, then asked, "Well, why haven't you?"
"He's my boss, and well I'm a bit scared."
"So is he."
"A confused look came across Monty's face, and he asked, "Do you think he's a virgin?"
"Now, Kandy started laughing so hard she choked. When she finally got under control and drank some water, she said, "Heavens no! There ain't a bigger gay man slut between Denver and Salt Lake City. No, the problem is that a couple of years back, a kid about your age attempted to blackmail Bucky. The kid made up all kinds of lies and threatened to file a report with the sheriff. Bucky was just about to have his first big New York Art Gallery Show, and he was so afraid the negative PR would ruin it, He paid off the asshole. Unfortunately the kid kept coming back for more. Bucky was afraid he was never going to get out from under it."
"Really, what did he do?"
"Nothing, he would still be paying the bloodsucker if his friends didn't find out and take care of the problem."
"Monty's eyes grew big, then Kandy laughed, and said, `The asshole is still alive, if that's what has you on edge. No, but he sure as hell thought he was a goner. Some guys took him for a ride into the backcountry and explained the very low possibility that anyone would find him until after the Spring thaw. The story is the kid couldn't stop begging and crying. The next day he was checked into a drug rehab program where he was finally able to get clean. When he was released from the treatment center, a friend met him with a backpack containing new clothes, $5,000 in cash, a bus ticket to L.A., and the name of someone who would hire him as a busboy in her restaurant.... My sister says he's worked his way up to assistant chef. So, while it worked out for both Bucky and the kid, Bucky has been a bit skittish with younger men ever since'."
"So what you're telling me is I have to be the one to make the first move. How do I do that?"
"You seem like a smart kid. If you can't figure it out, ... well, then you're not good enough for Bucky'."
THE END OF ACT 1: THE EPIC OF GANYMEDE
"Well" Monty said, "I think that is a good place to stop the story for tonight."
"No... boo.... Not cool," the audience protested in varied iterations.
"Hey, we've got a week. Besides, I need me some Bucky time," Monty said.
Suddenly Bucky was all for continuing the tale another time.
"Sure," Gregg said, "you two have plans, but what about us? What are we going to do?"
"Might I suggest some of that course work that neither of you did today," Monty said.
"Yes daddy," Gregg and Gavin said in unison, then laughed, and ran off to the downstairs bedroom before Monty could grab one of them. Of course Bucky was laughing so hard he almost couldn't stand up.
Monty made a quick sweep of the cabin, and when he got up into the loft, He found Bucky spread out on the bed. His hands were locked behind his head, his legs were slightly parted, and his cock draped nicely over his balls. Bucky smiled and said, "Interesting place to stop the story."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, right before you revealed that the Papa Bear in the room is a big old nelly bottom."
Monty smiled and said, "That's tomorrow night's surprise."
"Well, I plan to get me some twin college jock cock."
Monty, laughed as he crawled onto the bed, and grabbed hold of Bucky's long thick cock, "I'm sure you will, but I am also sure they will expect some of this Papa Bear meat in return." Then Monty wrapped his mouth around Bucky's drooling cock. It tasted just like Monty remembered; a taste that could only be described as pure Mountain Man.
Bucky pulled his legs back to show Monty his begging hole surrounded by soft red fur. Monty couldn't resist and dived in. Soon his tongue was driving into Bucky's ass and driving him crazy. Finally, Bucky grabbed a fist full of Monty's hair and pulled him up until they were face to face. Then Buck growled, "Get your fucking cock buried in my ass." Then he smiled, and gave Monty a very passionate kiss.
Monty generously lubed his cock and Bucky's ass, aligned his cock, took a deep breath, and plowed balls deep into Bucky. Bucky threw his arms straight out onto the bed, tightly closed his eyes, and stifled a scream. Monty stayed still until Bucky was able to open his eyes and said, "Oh fuck, you have no idea how much I needed that!" Bucky liked it rough, and Monty could deliver. The pandemic had cut off Bucky's regular supply of cowboy cock and he was desperately horny to be: `ridden hard and put away wet.' It didn't take long before his cock was shooting cum like it was Old Faithful. Streaks of cum covered Bucky's hairy chest, and Monty couldn't resist using his tongue to scoop up one of the streaks. "Fuck!" Monty hissed as his cock spasmed and his ass clenched. He was filling Bucky with hot, creamy spunk.
Just as he pulled out, Monty noticed twin sets of eyes peering over the edge of the loft. He smiled and thought to himself, "I think it's time two boys get a taste of discipline."
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