Travis was a wanderer, looking for a place to lay down some roots.
Troy needed a new ranch hand and was pleased when Travis dropped by, unexpected.
But Troy had other plans for Travis besides shoveling hay and grooming horses from the moment their eyes met.
Short story, approx. 2,230 words.
WARNING! EXTREMELY EXPLICIT! ADULTS ONLY!
“Do you wanna watch me work?” he said.
“Not really,” Troy said.
“Oh, sorry. My mistake,” Travis said sheepishly, and went back to pitching hay again, kicking himself for blurting that out.
“No, I don't want to watch you. I want to touch you,” Troy said.
Travis stopped in his tracks, mid-pitch. He laid down the tool.
Troy ran his hands over Travis's naked chest, delighting in the the firm, smooth feel of his body. It was tight, toned, felt warm and wonderful in under his palms. He lingered at his already hard nipples, flicking them with a long fingernail, rolling them between a thumb and finger; Travis inhaled deeply, instantly feeling a rush of blood flooding into his cock.
Troy saw the bulge in the front of his jeans and the sight of it made his own cock rise; he unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, letting it drop to the hay on the floor. He moved in closer, their bodies touching for the first time, feeling the wet heat of the others skin.
“I want you so bad,” Troy whispered in his ear. “So fucking bad...”