Chapter 2
“Okay, give me the sales pitch. Not saying I’m going to go for it but…hey…what the hell.”
Somewhat encouraged, Charlie dug in his briefcase for the information he’d printed out at work that afternoon. He sat down next to Jared who put an arm on his back and began to massage it. Wine and sex again? Charlie thought but proceeded anyway.
He showed Jared the pictures of the Stallions and Studs ranch: the stable, the horses, the riding trails. Passing over these very quickly, he mainly concentrated his presentation on the pool, spa, bar, and activities that he knew would be more to Jared’s liking.
“Well, what do you think?” he asked when he’d finished.
“Idaho? Couldn’t it at least have been Wyoming? That’s where Brokeback took place. What’s in Idaho besides potatoes and Mormons?” Jared whined.
“That’s Utah.”
“What is?”
“The Mormons are from Utah.”
“Whatever.” Jared shrugged and took a sip of his wine.
“Come on, Jared. You have to admit the place has lots of stuff you’d really enjoy.”
“Well…let me think about it. I don’t suppose there’s a line waiting to make reservations so give me a couple of days.”
Charlie was surprised Jared had even gone so far as to say he’d think about it. But the bit about giving him a couple of days…well, that was probably so he could come up with something he would prefer. At least Jared had given him a shred of hope.
“Come on,” Jared said. “Let’s go to bed. You can work on convincing me that I owe you this trip to cowboyland by letting me have my way with you.”
“Okay,” Charlie replied. If that’s what it takes.
A half an hour later, Jared was buried deep inside Charlie’s ass. It wasn’t that Charlie wasn’t enjoying the sex. He was…sort of. But somehow he felt Jared was being more demanding than usual, testing to see just how far Charlie would go in pleasing him in order to get him to give in and say they could go to the ranch. Jared knew Charlie didn’t especially care for being topped doggie style, face buried in the pillows. Jared had often told him he didn’t much like fucking him that way either, but that was what Jared wanted just then. And Charlie obliged
“On all fours, horsey. You want cowboy, cowboy’s what you’ll get. This cowpoke’s gonna ride ya hard and put ya up wet: wet meanin’ full a ma cum!”
Once Jared was fully inside and after he had been humping Charlie for awhile, he told Charlie to try to buck him off. “Come on, get a little wild, bronco. Throw this cowboy off if ya can.”
Charlie bounced up and down a bit.
“Oh, come on. You can do better than that…Buck, stud horse, buck!”
By this time Charlie wasn’t so sure he was enjoying the turn things were taking. He had always been kind of a romantic, and to him sex was something to be shared for the mutual benefit and respect of both partners. It could be tender, gentle or fun and playful, even passionate, but this was going beyond that limit.
Jared straightened up and knelt behind Charlie, his cock still fully inside.
“I said buck, ya old nag!” he shouted and slapped Charlie hard on both ass cheeks
Charlie grunted in pain and felt himself getting angry.
Okay, you bastard, he thought and let loose with a series of bucks that soon unseated Jared, who fell off the bed, landing on the floor with a thump.
Shit, Charlie was sure he had blown it for sure. Jared would probably be angry and now would never assent to going to the fucking ranch. But to his surprise Jared hopped back on the bed and impaled Charlie on his cock once more.
“That’s more like it, ya fuckin’ bronc. Yippee-i-o-ki-ay!” Jared humped and slapped.
Charlie bucked. Finally, when he thought he could take it no more, Jared let out a roar, pressed himself hard against Charlie’s back and shot his load into him. Then he collapsed on top of Charlie, who in turn buckled and dropped to the bed. Jared lay heavily on his back.
He bit Charlie’s ear hard and said, “Good, horsey, that’s a good boy.”
* * * *
“Well, did he go for it?” Danny asked the next day at work.
Charlie turned around in his chair to face his friend who was leaning over the half wall of Charlie’s cubicle.
Charlie shrugged his shoulders. “Who knows? I showed him the pictures and stuff. He said he would think about it. He didn’t say anything before he left for work this morning. So, I don’t have a clue.”
“If he doesn’t, I’d go by myself. He owes you, man,” Danny said, taking a sip of his coffee. “You’re too good to him, always letting him walk all over you and doing what he wants.”
Charlie’s iPhone rang. The caller ID read Jared Clarke.
“Hey,” Charlie said as he tapped the answer button. “What’s up?” To Danny he mouthed, “It’s him.”
“Hi,” came the reply. “I was thinking about your idea about the dude ranch thing…”
Charlie held his breath.