This is my second story, the first was Jesse's Marine posted in the military and beginnings section under gay male. I had so many requests to make that a longer story, but i don't feel the need to do that. At least for right now, perhaps in the future i might. So this story will be a little longer, I'll definately write two chapters, maybe five or more. Depends on how the story unfolds. I'll stop when I feel it is finished. Thanks for all the positive encouragement, it definately motivated me to write this one. Feel free to email me at bimale4uxx@yahoo.com with your comments and constructive critiscism. Thanks for reading my story.
A New Dawn for Montgomery Chase
Copyright (c) 2005 by Billy Merritt. All rights reserved. The use is expressly forbidden unless explicit arrangement has been made with the Author. This copyright applies to all chapters and pages of this work. It may not be reproduced, posted, stored electronically, or archived, except for personal, non-public use, without the express written permission of the Author.
Warning: this is a fictional story of sex between consenting adult men. If gay sex offends you or you are a minor or living where this is illegal to read. GO AWAY!
CHAPTER ONE
"IS THERE LIFE AFTER DEATH?"
The sun rising just above the horizon spewed golden rays across the lush green pasture. Steam rising from the ground as the dew began to evaporate. The beauty of his surroundings always held his eyes captive at this time of the morning. The morning chores about half completed, Montgomery had come back to the house for his first cup of hot black coffee and sit on the rambling porch of his country home. This had been his ritual for the past twenty years, and he didn't intend to stop now. At forty-five years, he looked much younger until you saw his face up close. The weather had not been kind to his once porcelain smooth skin. His face red from the morning wind, and tanned from the many long days outside, it had a leathery appearance. His deep blue eyes, danced mischievously whenever he was joking or pulling a prank, but would turn to ice in anger. The once jet black hair had streaks of silver that were so perfectly placed it looked as if he had just had them put in down at Carla's Beauty Salon, the only one in the entire small town. His six-foot frame was padded with the muscles of a hardworking man, wide shoulders making his torso a sharp V to his narrow waist. His big hands gnarled from the hard work, had thick long fingers, and calluses covered his palms. The well worn Levi's molded to his full round bubble butt and clung tightly to his thighs. The dusty roper boots, well worn from his daily work fit his feet like a kidskin glove. If anyone had told him what effect he had on women and most men, he would have called them a damn liar, just wanting to get the best of him in a horse deal. He had no idea of his masculine beauty.
He stood up with a deep sigh, finishing the last of the strong black coffee, his thoughts turned to his wife, Carla. The very one who owned and operated the local beauty salon. He chuckled as he thought of how much she hated him saying he liked his coffee like he liked his women, black and strong. Her fiery temperament was always a source of enjoyment and pride for him. He rushed into the kitchen to wash out his cup and get started. It was going to be a busy day, and he had a long drive that afternoon to the hospital in the closest city, where Carla was, receiving chemo for her breast cancer. As he reached for the spigot to turn on the water, the phone rang. He froze in midair. Fear ran through him. He quickly picked up the phone.
"Hello, Chase Stables."
"Mr. Chase?"
"Yes."
"This is Doctor Smith from the hospital. Are you alone?"
"Yes, why?"
"I'm afraid I have bad news Mr. Chase. Your wife passed away this morning about fifteen minutes ago. Her heart couldn't take the stress of chemo anymore." He sagged, this couldn't be happening.
The next six months were a blur. Friends and neighbors took over the chores and kept his operation running. That was one thing about small communities and rural areas, even if you didn't like the person, if someone needed help, everyone pitched in. Montgomery knew he was fortunate to have good friends and neighbors. If it hadn't been for them, he would have been too far behind to ever catch up. As he sat on the porch drinking his coffee, he felt a resolve to get going again, time to face life head on. This particular morning's sunrise was the best he had seen or noticed in a long time. He watched the mares and foals frolicking in the field, it was time for them to be weaned, he began to plan out his day. But first he had some calls to make.
The first call was to Clara's sister, she had been a big help, keeping him fed, clothes washed and forcing him to shower and shave daily, even when he didn't want to get out of bed.
"Good morning Laura, it is a beautiful day today isn't it?" he smiled into the phone as she babbled on, thrilled that he was in such a good mood.
"Laura, quiet down, I want to talk to you about something. What time can you be here today?"
"Around lunch time, and I'll bring you something to eat."
"Great, see you then."
He busied himself about the house, the new man he had hired to work would take care of the chores until later this afternoon. His mind wandered thinking about the man. Bill was 29, recently divorced, and needed a job that provided housing. He was very experienced with horses, and didn't require a big salary. So giving him a room in the house and providing his meals, use of the farm truck occasionally, and a small salary was exactly perfect for both of them. Short, stocky and as strong as a mule, Bill was doing an excellent job. His fiery red hair was a direct opposite of his temperament. Calm, patient and quiet he was perfect with the young stock, and skittish broodmares who were only handled during breeding season and at foaling time.
Montgomery slowly walked through the house gathering mementos of his life with Clara, and put them all together on the dining room table. He then picked up the phone, and started calling all the ones who had been helping him since her death. It was a long list, and just saying thanks wasn't enough, he had to talk with them quite some time, assuring everyone he was doing ok, and was getting back into taking care of his stable again. He was only half way done, when he heard Laura knocking on the kitchen door. He opened and smiled broadly at her, and gave her a tight hug. Shell shocked by his change in behavior she almost dropped the large basket with the food in it.
"Now what is it that you wanted to talk about Monty?" Everyone who knew him called him that. He just smiled and winked at her.
"I'll tell you over lunch, let's get the food out."
Setting on the porch as they ate the generous portions of potato salad and ham sandwiches she had brought with her, he began to talk, not looking at her, just keeping his eyes on the now faded pastures, the August heat had begun to dry everything up. She sat silently as he talked about Clara, sharing with her many things he had never told anyone. It was a cleansing, that kept her memory alive and yet released her from his grief. He told her what she had told him when she left that last time for the hospital.
"Now gomery" she always called him that when she was feeling frisky. "If something happens to me, you know how I feel."
"Nothing is going to happen, there is too much fire in you to let that happen Clara" he grouched at her.
She simply ignored his comment and continued talking.
"As I see it you have three options. You and wallow in your sorrow and grief, drink until you forget, and lose everything. And if you do, I'll come back and haunt you everyday for the rest of your damn life!"
"Or you can sell the place and make a fresh start somewhere else, maybe find you someone to make you happy"
"Or you can keep this place, and continue what we dreamed it would become. But if you do that, promise me that you will not stay alone, find someone to love and who will love you back, make a new life, I know you will never forget me, but don't quit living just because I've already made my journey on home." He heard Laura sniffling as he finished.
At the time she had told him this, he was adamantly angry, he hated talk like that. But now as he repeated the conversation with Laura, he idly wondered why Clara had said find someone, and not some woman.
He turned to Laura, and looked at her red eyes from crying, the sadness still filled both. He gently wiped her tears with his handkerchief.
"Now Laura, I've gathered some things that I want to keep, and put them on the dining room table, I want you to have anything else that you feel you would like to keep, then give the rest to people who knew and loved her. I can't bring myself to do that. And I'd like for you to redecorate the house, using the things I've selected to keep. Will you do that for me?"
The tears rolling down their cheeks, she agreed saying.
"If I let you decorate, all I'd find in here are hooks for tack, horse magazines and a TV. I'd be honored." She laughed as he hugged her tight, kissed her tears on her cheek.
"I miss her so much. But I have to go on, even if at first I do it just for her." Then his tears began to flow, surprising him. He thought he had cried until he had no more tears left in him. This time Laura used his handkerchief to wipe away his tears.
Later that afternoon, after all the mares and foals had been separated. He and Bill loaded the last of the broodmares on a trailer for the pasture on the other end of the farm were they couldn't hear the whinnying of their young. He turned to Bill and smiled, the dust, dirt and grime covered them. Sweat soaked shirts clung to their torso's.
"We have the colts in one paddock and the fillies in another one, as soon as we get them watered and fed, what do you say we have a quick shower, and a beer?"
"Sounds like heaven" Bill hoarsely answered.
They sat companionably on the porch, freshly showered and drinking a bud. The warm evening breeze was just enough to keep them from sweating. Sharing funny thoughts of the day, how this had been a very productive week and what the plans were for the upcoming months.
Montgomery in a pair of shorts only and sandals, black hair covered his chest, and a treasure trail down his flat stomach, a swirl of hair just below his belly button, a cowlick. His legs were also hairy, the black hair on them was a perfect complement to the muscles that shaped his legs.
Bill in his Levi's and socks. His nipples were circled with a small amount of bright red hair, and a few wisps peeking from his armpits. His chest was very developed from the heavy work of throwing hay bales, carrying feed sacks, and the general work required on horse farms. Pecs dancing every time he moved, and his abs you could have used as a wash board. Montgomery noticed how his biceps and forearms bulged when he lifted up the long neck beer bottle.
"Bill I am very happy with the way things are working out here, how do you feel about it?"
"I love it, you have a great place, excellent stock and are good to work for. This is exactly what I love doing, I just want my own place eventually."
Montgomery nodded his understanding, that's the way it had always been for him too.
Four beers later the talked turned to sex, as it almost always does when guys have a few drinks, and their inhibitions are lowered. Montgomery admitted that he had only been with his wife, never even dated another woman. And yes, the sex was good, just not as great as everyone had made it out to be. Bill talked about his many conquests. He was handsome in a rugged kind of way, very masculine, sure of himself, and his muscled body certainly attracted many women Montgomery assumed.
As they talked he noticed that Bill kept rubbing his crotch, his bulge growing as the talk about sex became more graphic. Even his cock felt plumped up a bit, something that hadn't happened it a long time, while Clara was sick sex went out of the window as more important things took priority, and since her death, he hadn't even masturbated.
"I think the wildest time I ever had was when I was with the rodeo in San Francisco." He heard Bill saying as his thoughts turned back to the conversation. He realized he had been staring at Bill's crotch for a while, unsure of how long, but long enough to be embarrassed by it.
"What happened there?" he asked.
"If I tell you, you promise me to not tell anyone." Bill responded, with just enough beer to loosen his tongue, he wanted to share his secret.
He made a sign of a cross over his heart, promising to keep it a secret. Everyone knew he was a man of his word, so Bill knew he meant it.
"Well, I had been without sex for almost two weeks when we got there, the girl I had been seeing took off with another guy. And I was horny as a bull in a field of cows in heat. I kept hearing all this talk from guys around about how if you didn't mind who was giving you head, there were many men there who would love to suck a cowboy cock."
Startled by this turn of the conversation, Montgomery realized his cock was almost at full mast, his shorts were about to tear from the pressure inside. He looked down at Bills groin and noticed he was very hard too, and rubbing it as he talked on. Bill continued his story about the cowboy who sucked him off in the shower, and then about the married man who sucked him in the barns behind some bales of hay. As he raved on about how good they were, the stories continued to pour out of him. The ten days in `Frisco were very active Montgomery thought. He had never really thought about gay people having sex. Sure he knew some or thought they were from they way they acted, but it never occurred to him to dislike or shun those who were or might be. Many were good repeat customers for his horses, and had become fairly close, almost friends with him and Clara, and now that he thought about it, he was sure some of them were couples.
"Damn" he thought "I am horny, I haven't been this hard and horny since was a teenager. Maybe Bill will go to bed soon and I can jack off." He looked down and noticed a spot of precum appearing on his shorts.
About that time he saw Bill reaching for his cock again. Bill looked him directly in his eyes.
"Mind if I beat off? I'm so fucking horny I could screw a knot hole in the fence." Montgomery barely nodded.
He watched mesmerized as Bill pulled down his pants, and boxer shorts, and began stroking his hard cock, the precum slicked his head, making it shine in the moonlight. His bright red pubic hair contrasted with the very white skin, and his red cockhead. Bill watched Montgomery through half closed eyes, enjoying the sensations. Stroking slowly he spread his legs and groaned. His almost hairless balls were big and round, up tight against his body, and they were a red that almost matched the color of his cockhead. He took his finger, wiped up a little of his precum and licked it off, closing his eyes. Montgomery wondered if he liked the taste, Clara never had. In fact oral sex had only happened with her a few times, he could count on one hand the number.
"Take out your cock and stroke, I can see how hard you are." Bill whispered huskily. Before he processed what had just been said, he dropped his shorts and trembled as he touched his cock with his finger tips, stroking with feather light touches. If he grabbed his cock, he would shoot, and he wasn't ready to cum just yet. His head fell back, as he spread his legs, one hand gently rubbing his very hairy balls, and the other hand teasing his cock. His crotch had a huge bush of black hair, richly standing out on his white skin.
"Damn this feels good" he spoke before he realized it. Touching the tip of his cock, he felt the precum droplet and rubbed it into his head, careful not to stimulate his cock too much. He looked over at Bill who was looking as his cock and balls, saliva was dripping from the corners of his mouth. He looked hungry Montgomery thought.
He closed his eyes again, he head back, and began to gently rub his nipple with one hand and kept massaging his balls with the other. He moaned and switched to the other nipple, when suddenly he realized his cock was in a hot wet orifice. He kept his eyes closed tightly, not wanting to see, just wanted to keep the sensations going. After about four deep swallows on his cock he couldn't keep his eyes closed any longer, and looked down to see Bill sucking his cock. Their eyes locked as he hungrily swallowed him to the hilt. He reached down and began to gently caress his head and face. He watched as the muscles corded on his arms and back. Bill was bobbing slowly up and down sucking hard when he pulled up. He lifted his head from the pulsating cock, and bent lower and began to lick his balls. Montgomery's body shook with the intense pleasure. This was a definite first for him, he never realized how sensitive his balls really were. Then he felt one of his balls slip into Bills hot mouth. Spreading his legs wider, for easier access, his breathing became ragged. Then he felt the second ball go in. He was in total bliss. Then the hot tongue went to work again, licking up his shaft, and then sliding it around on his very sensitive head. He watched enthralled as Bill opened his mouth and began to swallow him into that burning hot vacuum. His orgasm was approaching rapidly.
"I'm gonna cum Bill" he hissed, wanting to warn him. Bill only redoubled his efforts, sucking harder and faster. He saw his arm moving rapidly, the muscles growing larger as he stroked his cock faster too. Suddenly his world exploded, the most massive orgasm he could ever remember shook his body. Shot after shot of his thick white cum spewed into Bills mouth, running out of the corners. He tried valiantly to swallow it all, but the volume was enormous. He felt something hot hitting his leg, and he realized Bill was cumming too, somehow that made him shoot that much harder, and he squeezed out more from his balls. His balls ached, it had been so long since he had cum that it was a shock to them. Exhausted he went limp as Bill suckled his cock causing him to jerk from the stimulation of his very sensitive cockhead and cleaned up all of the cum he missed.
"Wow that was amazing." He moaned after few minutes. It was silent. He opened his eyes to see that Bill had left. Puzzled he finished his beer and went to bed.
He awoke to the smell of freshly brewed coffee. Bill always left the house a little earlier than he did to get started on the morning chores and left him a fresh pot brewing. Stretching languidly his sore body from the heavy work and subsequent blow job made him feel more alive than he had in months. As he poured himself a cup of steaming hot coffee, he noticed an envelope laying next to the coffee maker, with his name on it. Mystified he opened it. There was a short note inside.
"Effective today, I am giving you my notice that I am leaving. I'll stay for two weeks, and help train anyone you hire. Bill"
Shocked and angry he stormed out to the barn, in the predawn darkness, he saw Bill carrying a feed bucket with grain towards one of the paddocks. He flew over and grabbed him by his massive arm, turning him around. His ice cold blue eyes glared angrily into the still, blank, empty blue eyes of Bill.
"What the hell is this all about?" he yelled.
"After last night I figured my time here was over, and I'd just make it easier if I quit, rather than get fired" Bill answered quietly.
"What do you mean get fired? I told you I've been very happy with your work. Is it about the friggin' blow job? As I recall, it was your idea, and I never forced you to do anything. And why the hell would I fire you for something like that anyway?" he was almost screaming at the top of his lungs . Bill just looked at him quietly, a sadness around his eyes. It's a good thing he isn't hot tempered with all that red hair Montgomery thought.
"I assumed that you wouldn't want me around anymore after that, and I definitely don't want my reputation as a cocksucker to get around town. Besides, yours is only the second one I've ever sucked." He stated flatly, an emotionless expression on his face.
The calm statement let out all the anger from him like a balloon. He looked over and pointed to a bale of hay . "Let's go sit down and talk about this before you do something rash"
Sitting side by side on the bale, their legs touching, he quietly began to talk.
"I meant what I said last night, about being happy with you here. As far as the blow job is concerned that was unexpected, but not unwanted last night. If you don't want to ever do it again, that's ok. And we don't have to ever discuss it again. I'll even fix up the small grooms quarters in the barn if you don't want to be in the same house. But as far as me not wanting you to stay, if I'd felt that way I'd have thrown your ass out of here last night."
"I'd like to have my own quarters. That would be nice. Not that you are difficult to live with, but it's nice to have a place that you can call home." Bill said quietly looking down at his boots. Montgomery reached over and grabbed his chin gently, pulling his face up to look him directly in the eyes.
"And what about the other thing" he quietly asked.
"That's not something I want to do all the time. I'll admit I enjoyed it last night, but I don't want it often. If it's ok with you, it can happen again, but only if we are both in the mood. I don't want it to be expected of me."
"Well, it was certainly a first for me, and it is something I'll have to think about and get used to. You give a hell of a blow job, and until that happened last night it never crossed my mind about having my cock sucked by a guy. It certainly has made me think about sex in a different way, but I definitely enjoyed it. I'll have the quarters ready in a week or so, is that soon enough for you" Bill nodded.
"Are we ok now?" he gently asked.
"Yes" Bill answered, he let out a sigh, and his shoulders straightened like a load had just been lifted from them. His eyes softened, he had hardened himself to deflect the derogatory remarks he expected. Montgomery held out his hand, and they shook. He resisted the urge to hug him. "Wonder where that idea came from, I don't hug men" he thought.
Turning around he tore up the notice. The small pieces of paper floated out on the wind.
The sunrise was beautiful. Watching it slowly brighten up from his porch, he reflected back on the unusual twist and turns of the past few days. Finishing up his cup of coffee, the thought crossed his mind. Yes, there was life after death, just not what he had expected it would be.
End of chapter one.
What do you think? So many of you have asked me to make Jesse and Frank's story longer, I reread it several times and right now I don't have the desire to do that, although I may in the future. So I decided to start something that would be a bit longer. It may be only two sections, or five or more, I'll just keep writing until I feel it's finished. You can email me at bimale4uxx@yahoo.com with your comments.