body pressed tight, cock trying to rub right into his skin through the denim.
"Shit, Tor, ease off or I'm gonna come in my jeans."
Tor shifted, shoving his thigh between Jake's legs, and that was all it took for Jake to start on the way to release, humping Tor’s thigh and tasting Tor in his mouth, feeling strong hands on his ass, listening to the noises Tor was making, and the racket from outside.
Then there was another sound, far too fucking close, boots on the hard pack of the stable, and a voice calling out for him. "Jake, you in here?"
Tor whimpered into Jake's mouth and threw himself away, leaning against the stall wall, trying to disappear into darkness of the corner.
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Jake swore and wiped at his mouth, knowing he looked like he was just being fucked into the wall and tried to adjust himself, moving to the stall door. He looked out and saw the Boss, heading into the tack room.
Oh, fuck.
Jake moved out of the stall as fast as he could, and back into River's, draping himself over the stall door to hide his rather stubborn erection.
"Right here," he called out, and the Boss came back out of the tack room and looked around, finally spotting him.
"How's the horse?" he asked, walking up.
"He's fine, sir. I don't want him out 'til tomorrow night though. Whoever had him out today didn't check his hooves for rocks, and he's most likely a little tender." Jake shifted his weight, wishing his damned hard on would just go away.
The Boss nodded and looked closely at him. "You okay, son? You look a little flushed."
Jake looked away and then back at the man. "Fine, really. I think I'm done with the party for this year, though. Gonna go out to the fields, I think, camp out."
The Boss smiled at him. "You do that. Take Lug, if you want. And don't rush back in the morning, there's going to be a lot of hung over cranky people around." The Boss turned to leave and then glanced back at him. He paused for a second and came back. "How you doing these days, Jake? Really?"
Jake smiled. "I'm just fine, sir. Thanks for asking." It gave Jake a warm feeling in his stomach whenever the man did something like that. If Jake had family at all, it was this man.
They said good night and then the man was leaving, and Jake collapsed against the stall door, the tension in his body finally getting to him.
"Oh hell, that was close," he said as Tor came out of the other stall.
Tor looked pretty fucking relaxed and Jake glared at him. "Bastard. Least you were quiet about it."
Tor just grinned and looked pleased with himself.
Jake went to the tack room and got Lug's saddle. "You coming out with me?"
"Fuck, yes, don't be an idiot. You saddle him, I'll go get some stuff from the bunkhouse.
Back in five minutes." Tor took off and Jake just grinned, heading for Lug's stall.
Bareback
47
When Tor got back Lug was ready to go and they started stowing the mountain of stuff Tor had brought into the saddlebags. Blankets, feed, apples, water. Then Tor started handing him the rest: bread, cheese, three bottles of apple juice, bag of cookies, condoms, lube, another blanket, and something wrapped in foil.
Jake raised his eyebrow and Tor said, "Apple pie, of course." Of course.
They led Lug out the back of the stable and Jake said, "Wait, forgot to sign him out. Hold on." They had a system for the horses, so if anyone went looking they would know where the animal was. It was just a small chalkboard in each stall, and when a horse was taken out the hand either wrote 'field', if the horse was out to pasture, or just the hand’s initials if they were out for a ride.
Jake went into the stall and marked a 'T' on the board. That was easy – Taggart/Tornado.
No problem.
When he went back out Tor was already mounted, so he grabbed the back of the saddle and swung up behind him. "Where we goin'?"
"Know a spot. Won't take long."
They rode for about twenty minutes, Jake feeling slightly odd being behind Tor and not holding the reins. He
"Shit, Tor, ease off or I'm gonna come in my jeans."
Tor shifted, shoving his thigh between Jake's legs, and that was all it took for Jake to start on the way to release, humping Tor’s thigh and tasting Tor in his mouth, feeling strong hands on his ass, listening to the noises Tor was making, and the racket from outside.
Then there was another sound, far too fucking close, boots on the hard pack of the stable, and a voice calling out for him. "Jake, you in here?"
Tor whimpered into Jake's mouth and threw himself away, leaning against the stall wall, trying to disappear into darkness of the corner.
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Bareback
Jake swore and wiped at his mouth, knowing he looked like he was just being fucked into the wall and tried to adjust himself, moving to the stall door. He looked out and saw the Boss, heading into the tack room.
Oh, fuck.
Jake moved out of the stall as fast as he could, and back into River's, draping himself over the stall door to hide his rather stubborn erection.
"Right here," he called out, and the Boss came back out of the tack room and looked around, finally spotting him.
"How's the horse?" he asked, walking up.
"He's fine, sir. I don't want him out 'til tomorrow night though. Whoever had him out today didn't check his hooves for rocks, and he's most likely a little tender." Jake shifted his weight, wishing his damned hard on would just go away.
The Boss nodded and looked closely at him. "You okay, son? You look a little flushed."
Jake looked away and then back at the man. "Fine, really. I think I'm done with the party for this year, though. Gonna go out to the fields, I think, camp out."
The Boss smiled at him. "You do that. Take Lug, if you want. And don't rush back in the morning, there's going to be a lot of hung over cranky people around." The Boss turned to leave and then glanced back at him. He paused for a second and came back. "How you doing these days, Jake? Really?"
Jake smiled. "I'm just fine, sir. Thanks for asking." It gave Jake a warm feeling in his stomach whenever the man did something like that. If Jake had family at all, it was this man.
They said good night and then the man was leaving, and Jake collapsed against the stall door, the tension in his body finally getting to him.
"Oh hell, that was close," he said as Tor came out of the other stall.
Tor looked pretty fucking relaxed and Jake glared at him. "Bastard. Least you were quiet about it."
Tor just grinned and looked pleased with himself.
Jake went to the tack room and got Lug's saddle. "You coming out with me?"
"Fuck, yes, don't be an idiot. You saddle him, I'll go get some stuff from the bunkhouse.
Back in five minutes." Tor took off and Jake just grinned, heading for Lug's stall.
Bareback
47
When Tor got back Lug was ready to go and they started stowing the mountain of stuff Tor had brought into the saddlebags. Blankets, feed, apples, water. Then Tor started handing him the rest: bread, cheese, three bottles of apple juice, bag of cookies, condoms, lube, another blanket, and something wrapped in foil.
Jake raised his eyebrow and Tor said, "Apple pie, of course." Of course.
They led Lug out the back of the stable and Jake said, "Wait, forgot to sign him out. Hold on." They had a system for the horses, so if anyone went looking they would know where the animal was. It was just a small chalkboard in each stall, and when a horse was taken out the hand either wrote 'field', if the horse was out to pasture, or just the hand’s initials if they were out for a ride.
Jake went into the stall and marked a 'T' on the board. That was easy – Taggart/Tornado.
No problem.
When he went back out Tor was already mounted, so he grabbed the back of the saddle and swung up behind him. "Where we goin'?"
"Know a spot. Won't take long."
They rode for about twenty minutes, Jake feeling slightly odd being behind Tor and not holding the reins. He
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