OK. I finally had my act together. I was ready to go back to the "ranch". I had had breakfast, a quick jack off, a shower, and was dressed a bit less formally than yesterday. (No tie.) I didn't have tight jeans and tailored dress shirts, but what I had brought with me would just have to do.
I had thought out my plans for the granddad and grandson. Obviously, both of them together had turned out to be a disaster. I'd not get anywhere there. So, separate interviews. I needed to find out a lot more about them, I guessed, to understand why they were fighting the library having the collection. And I just realized I didn't actually know what the collection was! How could I not have asked about that? Obviously, I was more brain dead than I had realized!
I called the house and Jorge answered to say he would pick me up in an hour. OK.
During the drive to the ranch I tried to get Jorge to tell me anything about the other men in the house, indirectly and diplomatically. No go. He refused to say anything about the men in the house. Occasionally he would say he didn't understand (my) English. I knew he did though. He also tried to sidetrack me by looking back at me from time to time (when it was safe while driving) with an expression of lust. He even winked at me from time to time! Well, I admit I'd so fuck him. Guess I am recovering from Marc's death! However, the job I was here to do was way more important than getting naked with this hot young Mexican guy. And having jacked off before calling him was helping, too! Grin.
I ignored his come-ons, with difficulty. I guess I reacted a bit, despite myself, because I could see him smile in a satisfied way from time to time. Sigh.
We finally reached the ranch. Jorge opened the door of the SUV and "helped" me out, holding on to my hand too long. Oh great. He really has me pegged. I felt like grabbing him in my arms and kissing him to see what he would do. Ok. No can do.
With real reluctance (on his part, too?) I let him lead me back into the "salon", not touching him. I asked him, please, to lead in Senior Charles only for my first interview.
With more reluctance (?), he agreed.
Quite soon, Granddad (or Chaz as I had decided to call him yesterday) entered the room. Unlike last night he was not dressed so formally. Instead he had older, and still tight jeans. Instead of a tailored dress shirt he had a very tight, sleeveless T shirt. He looked a bit disheveled and sweaty. OMG. My cock went hard in a second! He looked like he had just come off the set of a "mature guy" gay film. His chest rack was so tight and his body so lean he could have been a 17 year-old muscle twink except for his white hair and amused expression when he realized my reaction to him.
I had to catch my breath.
He came up to me, way too close, flashed his deep blue eyes at me, and asked me what he could do for me? Well, get down and suck my cock and let me tear your clothes off, I thought.
Instead I asked him to tell me his story and why he was protesting his son's will. He backed off a bit then and colored a bit in rage. Not any less attractive that way, though.
He quickly gave me the essentials. He had been a rodeo performer (got that right) who had had a one-night stand with one of the rodeo groupie women who had gotten pregnant. After she had proved her child was his and left the child with him, he had to give up his career. With money from his parents he had bought the ranch where we both were. His parents had helped him raise the child, a boy. He had worked the ranch pretty much by himself (with occasional part-time help), earning a profit mainly from the small herd of cattle and from growing some crops no one else did. He had learned about different foods from his time on the rodeo tour and realized that there was enough money and outsiders in Midland so that people there would be wanting new types of fresh food.
He didn't mind living alone (he said) all those years. But when he looked deeply into my eyes, stood up and closed the distance between us, I suddenly doubted that he had. OMG, this was such a hot man and obviously a man's man...
I had to stop him short. I asked him about his son then.
He backed off and sat down again. Well, his son grew up into a fine man. However, he had an extremely strong interest in Mexico and the Mexicans in Midland. He took Spanish in high school and wound up being a Spanish major at my Univ. before going to law school. He was smart enough to get his way paid for. He learned a lot about art and studied pre-Columbian archeology there, too. He started to take trips to Central and South America and would come back with things he had found or purchased after he started work as a lawyer. "Granddad" (Chaz) joked about all of this at first, but eventually started to wonder what was going on. His son finally built a storage place for his collection in an outbuilding on the ranch. It kept getting bigger. However, Chaz only began objecting for real when his son brought home a different kind of collection, a very pregnant Mexican woman! Yeah, like father, like son.
Quite soon Charles III was born. So, Granddad was stuck with his son, his son's wife, and a newborn. He expanded the ranch house and set up his own quarters in a new part. He continued to tend to his unusual crops.
His wife couldn't stand Midland and Texas and eventually left to return to Mexico. A few years later she died in a car accident, quite tragically. The heartbroken dad took care of the son and supported his own dad in his dad's efforts to make the ranch profitable. He set up the first farmer's market in Midland, found out about organic produce and its market and also organized the first upscale "boutique" farmer's market for the wealthy people in the Permian Basin, too. He did all of that alongside his own work as a major oil company lawyer as well as raising his son. He hired a set of "Marias" to help with this. As a result his son grew up half-Mexican, devoted to his Dad. His Dad made sure his son was connected to his former wife's family in Mexico, sending him down to be with them frequently. So, his son was half-Mexican in all ways.
When Chaz (as I thought of him) stopped his narrative, I had to admire his objectivity, at least when he was telling this story. He did it in the third person, did it thoroughly and clearly. And I also heard his objection to his son's marriage and to Mexicans come through quite clearly, too.
"And your son? How did he die?"
"Weird early cancer."
"So, the reason that you don't want the library to have this rare collection of pre-Columbian and post objects is because you want to sell the collection, yourself, so you can keep the ranch?"
He graced me with a real smile. Fuck, he was handsome.
"The ranch is barely profitable. If we're going to stay in business as a ranch, we'll need the income from this collection to invest in new crops, look at new business models, and buy up land around us. We can't just give the collection away."
He then stood up again and came up to me again. I didn't move. He took me into his arms and held me for a minute. His naked arms and biceps surrounded me. I still didn't move.
We both heard footsteps approaching the door. He stepped back and Jorge entered the room. I nodded at him and said I'd need to interview Charles III next.
Chaz looked into my eyes to see what was there. I looked down at the floor since I didn't know what was there.
"Mark", he said. "If you ever decide you want to leave your job and settle down here, I'm sure I could help you settle in." I looked up at him, quite startled. What was he saying? What was he asking? He just stared at me for a minute and left the room.
Soon enough Charles III (Chuck) entered. Looking at him with new knowledge I could see his half-Mexican heritage. His soft brown eyes and slightly dark and luscious skin, soft mouth, curly hair, muscled young body framed in his white T shirt...Stop it Mark! I had to chide myself. I looked at him and Jorge and suddenly saw a kinship.
"So, you and Jorge are related?" I blurted out before I could stop myself.
"Yes. He's a cousin from my mother's family in Mexico. He tried to help someone get away from the drug cartel in his town and suddenly needed to get out of Mexico. That's why he's here. Hope that's not too much information." Chuck smiled at me and Jorge did, too. They did look a lot alike then. And they were both extremely hot, in similar kinds of ways. I also saw them look at each other after looking at me and wondered what their real relationship was? The look they gave each other was quite intimate. I recognized it from looks Marc had given me. While they weren't in from working in the barn in a sleeveless T and tight jeans like Chaz, they were both in regular T shirts which showed off their similar tight chests, good muscles, and flat abs. For the briefest instant I wondered how it would be feel to be in the middle of a sandwich with them. Looking at them both, I decided it wouldn't matter who was on either side of me either!
I snapped out of it. I asked the same questions again. Again it was clear that while both of them were working and doing ok (and Jorge was adding to his job by helping out here at the ranch), neither one of them (even together) could afford to keep the ranch, pay its taxes, and make a go of it without the money from the collection. Looked like they had even a smaller chance of making a go of it than Chaz.
Once they realized my questions were done they both started to come closer to me and soon both of them were surrounding me, too close. Their smiles were tantalizing. Their fresh smell and white T shirts and tight jeans...Oh fuck, oh fuck. It had been so long...
I came to again, in the nick of time, and I asked for Chaz to come back. Soon, all three of them were with me in the salon.
"So," I said, looking at Granddad and Grandson (and cousin), "let's summarize. You both want to keep the ranch in your hands. You're not willing to work together and try to figure out how to keep the ranch in both your hands. You, (I said, looking at Chaz) don't like your grandson's Mexicanness. You (I said looking at Chuck), think your granddad is a racist. Neither of you wants my library to have the collection your Dad/Son created, despite his express wishes that it have it and despite the fact that my library would cherish the collection, use it well, use it to educate people, and secure the library's future for generations to come. Instead, you both want to sell the collection to whoever will pay enough money for you to continue to live here. And you're both willing to do pretty much anything to get that money, including flirting with me, trying to seduce me, hoping I'll help you get the library to forego its claim and leave the collection for you all to sell?"
I flushed. I hadn't meant to say that last.
"I'm sorry. I think I need to go back to my hotel and clear my head. I apologize. I'll come back tomorrow."
I didn't say a word after that outburst.
Jorge drove me back to the hotel in silence. I put in a request to be picked up at the same time tomorrow.
I had an unpleasant rest of the day and night. I eventually decided I wasn't sorry I had said what I said. I did feel like they had all tried to seduce me. Frankly that was really wrong. However I also had to face the fact that I wanted to be seduced. An additional problem was I couldn't decide by whom!
And, yes, I had an obvious answer to this whole problem. I'd share that tomorrow.
Once I was back at the ranch and the three of them were in the room with me I asked the obvious question.
"How much money do you think you'll get from selling the collection your father or son created?"
None of them had an answer. "Do the research and let me know. And what had you thought to do with that money, for real? I know that Chaz wants to continue farming and cattle raising. However, he'll have a hard time breaking even unless he has funds to develop new crops and look into new directions for both. What about you guys?"
Chuck looked at Jorge and finally said, "we want to make a big time dude ranch for the kids in the area. We'd have to target it to wealthy kids but we'd also have special slots for poor kids, too. We think we could make money enough that way after spending money on advertisements and promotions. We'd also do parties and weddings, too. Lots of people would probably like a "cowboy" wedding with horses on a ranch. We've got lots of ideas actually on how to market the ranch as a resort and party place this but we need seed money to make it happen."
I looked at them all. "Is there anything in either of your plans that makes the other plan impossible? Could you all share the ranch and have your hopes realized without disrupting the others' plans? Could you learn to get along and live together? Or do you need to fight it out? Frankly, if Chuck and Chaz want to fight it out I'd be happy to watch. Better yet, I'd film it and make money as long as they agree to fight in their underwear only."
Everyone looked quite shocked and then started to laugh, ruefully. I think I had finally broken through their reserve.
"Anyway, I'm serious now. I want you all to talk about how you could work to make your plans happen, if not working closely together, then at least not as enemies. I want you to figure out how much money you need to make your dreams come trueÑat least potentially. I want a plan for this ranch and its future and I want you all to create one, together. I have access to some donor money, which could be used as seed money if the donors believe the money is well invested. And, as an aside, Chuck and Jorge, I think you might make more money if this became a gay resort/dude ranch. You guys have the looks and personality to make that a success. And if you could persuade Chaz here to help out with the guys liking older men..." I smiled then and they all finally chuckled. Chaz even had to nod his head.
Well, thank the Lord! The dam was burst. The barrier was broken. The fact that I had brought up the gay card had done it. We were all at least somewhat gay, obviously. We had all been looking at each other and were all interested in each other in some way. I was super glad to have made this obvious to all of us. And once Chaz and Chuck finally talked to each other after my outburst, they realized they did have things in common, not the least of which was their love for the ranch.
OMG, a happy ending? I hope so. They were all making real progress on their shared plan for the ranch. I finally interrupted them to have Jorge take me back to my hotel, leaving them to it.
I had a quiet dinner and was getting ready to relax with a book afterwards when there was a knock at the door of my hotel room. I had stripped to my shorts, getting comfy. I threw on a robe and answered the door. To my shock, there was Chaz, dressed to kill in another form-fitting dress shirt and tight jeans, with a bottle of champagne and two glasses. He actually leered at me, seeing part of my naked chest peeking out through the robe.
"I need to thank you for what you've done since you've been here", he said. "My grandson and I are talking for the first time in our lives and I actually like him finally. I think we'll be able to come up with a plan for the ranch that will work and make your donors happy."
"You're more than welcome", I answered, looking at him, and trying not to lick my lips.
"I want to thank you very personally now", he said as he gazed deeply into my eyes.
"I'd like to accept your thanks," I said, finally knowing what I wanted from him.
He put the champagne and glasses down, closed the door and locked it and took me into his arms.
He untied my robe and let it fall to the ground. I was nearly naked and totally vulnerable in his strong arms. He put my face in his hands and smiled at me. He said, "I've wanted you like this since I first saw you. Do you even have any clue as to how hot you are?"
I shook my head to say, no.
He smiled again and began to make love to me.
He took me to bed and started to kiss every inch of my body. He remained fully clothed and the feeling of his denim-covered legs and his silky shirt against my nakedness enhanced the feeling that I was being made love to. I was the object. I was the intention of this gorgeous man. I was desired! He remained clothed and finally, after kissing and licking every inch of my exposed flesh, finally removed my shorts to work on the rest of me!
My hard as steel cock jumped out at him. He murmured something about how beautiful it was and then slowly started to work it over.
Damn, this man was good! I started to moan immediately. I didn't want to cum yet though.
"Please Chaz. Please stop." He looked up at me smiling again and raised his eyebrows. "Can you please thank me by getting naked, too?"
This got a real smile from him. He slowly, oh so slowly, started to strip. I gasped as his shirt finally came off him and his chest was revealed. Perfect pink nipples and perfect amount of white hair on his chest that traveled down his front into his jeans...perfect rack, strong shoulders, and real biceps, too...He finally undid his jeans as I tried not to cum from just looking at him. No underwear. Wow. Long, slim, legs with whipcord muscle to match the rest of him. And a beautiful, long, slim cock in the middle of it all... Beautifully hard, too...
I know I was gasping. "Please, Chaz, please make love to me now?" I couldn't believe I said that. I sounded like...I don't know what. I'm not sure I liked it. However, I meant it.
He smiled again. He reached into his jeans and took out lube and a condom. Soon he was on top of me, letting me feel every inch of his beautiful body against mine. I think I died and was in heaven. It had been so long since I had made love and here was this gorgeous man naked and rubbing his naked body against mine!
I kept squirming under him, wanting to feel him, every inch of him against me, wanting to glue our bodies together. I was panting already. I thrust my legs up around his slim waist, exposing my ass to him.
He prepared me well with his fingers and lube, while not letting my body go and continuing to rub and frot me with his super hot masculine body. I started to incoherently ask him to do me. Finally I could feel the head of his long and slim cock against my ass. I arched up and took the head of his slippery cock into my slippery hole. He took his time but eventually was all the way in. Then he kissed me on the lips for the first time...
I was totally lost in lust. He started to fuck me slowly and deeply. He thrust his tongue into me. He mashed his tight chest and nipples against me. He rubbed my hard cock between his tight abs and mine. He held me in his strong arms and made love to me like no one else ever had...
All too soon, I could feel my cock pulsate. Chaz was hitting my prostate so well, it wouldn't be long...I clamped down with my ass muscles, milking his cock. I wanted him to cum with me, desperately badly. I used every bit of my body to make him cum. I rubbed our nipples, grabbed his tight ass and stuck my finger in, trying to find his prostate.
I guess it all worked! Just when I knew I couldn't hold off any more, I heard him gasp, moan and start to yell. Eureka! I let go then and burst out with the biggest ejac I'd had in years!! He came and came and came in me, yelling and cussing all the time! Finally he finished and collapsed on top of me, breathing hard, panting...
We both came to finally and finally separated. I did feel empty when he withdrew his now soft cock, I have to admit. He went to the bathroom. Came back minus condom and with towel to clean us up. He lovingly dried us both off. He then climbed back into bed with me and lovingly kissed me and held me tight.
Damn, what was this man trying to do to me, make me fall in love with him? Well, if he was it was working.
He finally let me go and said he had to go. I asked him if he couldn't stay the night. I already had visions of a second round with him. Grin. He smiled regretfully, but said he had to get up early to work on the ranch. A rancher's work was never done. Right. He got dressed quickly. Then he endeared himself even more to me. He reached over, grabbed my cock, sucked it a bit and said that he wanted me to return the favor next time. I went almost totally hard in a second! Him sucking me and the thought of fucking (making love) to his tight ass was incredible!
I know I must have moaned and gasped both since he started to laugh out loud. "That good, huh?" he asked.
"Yeah," I was able to say finally. "And when you fuck me next, I want it hard and rough, cowboy. I want it in every position you can think of, too."
He gulped and flushed. Score one for the visiting team. Grin. I beamed at him and he soon returned the smile with one of his amazing ones as he looked my naked body over and started to visualize just how that would feel and how he would do me! Grin again.
"I really do have to go," he said. Jorge will be here tomorrow with Chuck to pick you up." I must have looked quizzically at him then. He answered my unspoken question about why both of them were coming out. "They both said they want to get to know you better and were both coming out here tomorrow morning. And, I'm guessing they want to get to know you like I did tonight..."
My mouth fell open in shock!
He laughed out loud again at me, blew me a kiss and was gone.
Ma--ana por la ma--ana in part 6....