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  We were both ravenous as we’d skied fifteen miles that day.

  As Mike was fixing the plates for us, I could see the difference all the skiin’ was making in the muscles of his legs and ass. His longhandles were stretched tight across his ass and around his thighs and calves. His walking around like that was definitely giving rise to all sorts of visions.

  Finally dinner was done. I cleaned up and then we headed upstairs. No sooner than we got into the bedroom, and we were all over each other. Mike and I have real similar builds. We’re both about six feet tall and kinda lean but muscular, and we both get a lot of exercise and work out five or six days a week, so we both have broad shoulders, well-developed chests, arms, and legs, and cuts in our abs. The resemblance ends there though. Mike is blond, with these beautiful, tawny, brown-gold eyes. His beard is red, and he’s very furry. You could call his chest and belly a pelt. He’s also got this fine, blond hair all over his arms, legs, and ass. The hair under his arms and below the belt is red like his beard. I think he’s the handsomest guy I’ve ever seen. Me, I’m darker, olive skin, black hair, and green eyes. My grandmother was Native American, Nez Perce, and it’s obvious from my coloring.

  I held Mike in my arms, and we kissed a deep, longing kiss, which spoke volumes without words. He tasted of spice from dinner, want, and need. I was right there with him. I pushed him down on the bed and slowly began unbuttoning his longhandles, rubbing his chest, belly, and balls as I went. Finally I pulled his underwear and socks off. He lay on his back with his legs spread and his hands behind his head. I undressed as he watched.

  “Mike, buddy, you are incredibly good lookin’. Did I ever tell ya that?”

  “Only about four or five times a day. You’re makin’ me believe it, but really, you’re the good lookin’ one.”

  “Your legs and ass look just incredible. All that skiin’ has really got you pumped up. All that muscle, fur, and that beautiful smile of yours has me goin’, bud.” I was hard as rock and dripping. Mike was all stiff too. When I mentioned the muscle from the skiing, he grabbed the backs of his thighs and hoisted his legs in the air.

  “You can see my ass a bit better this way.” He grinned at me lasciviously.

  “I ain’t gonna be responsible for my actions if you stay in that position.”

  “Oh really, Jeffy, and just what might you do?”

  “I’m gonna fuck ya, buddy, long, hard, and deep.”

  “Ride me, Jeffy, please. I wanna know I’ve been fucked.”

  Although Mike hadn’t been really sexually experienced when we got together, he wasn’t afraid to try new things or to speak up about what he wanted. He really liked to be submissive and actually liked it a bit rough. He’d surprised me once by asking if I’d spank him.

  I opened the drawer on the nightstand and got out lube and condoms. I knelt down by him and pushed his legs up even further. His sweet ass was on display, that beautiful little puckered hole and the blond fur all over. I leaned into him and slowly worked my tongue around his hole. He began to whimper. He was embarrassed at first when I told him he whimpered when he was all horned up. I finally got it through his head I liked it and it turned me on no end. I gently nibbled his ass cheeks, and then began to tongue his hole. It took all of about a minute for him to start relaxing and opening up. The boy just loves to get fucked. Even though we’re close to the same age, he likes it when I call him boy. He also loves getting rimmed, and he’s got such a beautiful ass I’m happy to oblige. I continued tonguing him until he was really going good. I worked my way up the sensitive area behind his balls and then licked and sucked on them for a while. Finally I moved up to his cock. A little puddle of precum had already formed under his dick. I licked up the back of the shaft. When I took him in my mouth, his precum had a sweet taste. I took my time making him feel good. He was squirming and whimpering something fierce. Finally I pulled off.

  “So what do ya want, buddy?”

  “I want you to fuck me.”

  “Why don’t you beg for it?”

  “Please, Jeffy, please fuck me. I need it bad. I need you bad, Jeffy, please.”

  I lubed up his ass and slipped a finger in. He moaned and his cock jumped against his belly. I found his gland and began massaging it in a slow circle.

  “Yeah, Jeffy, that’s it. Holy Christ that feels so good.” I worked another finger in. He sighed in pleasure.

  “You like it when I fingerfuck ya, don’t ya, buddy?”

  “Yeah, hell yeah, I like it.”

  “Makes you wanna get fucked, though, don’t it?”

  “It does, Jeffy. Fuck me. I need to have you in me. I need it bad.” I rubbed my cock against his hole. He pushed his hips toward me. I had gotten some lube on it, so I used the hand that wasn’t fingering him to put on the condom. I pulled out my fingers and positioned my cock head at his opening.

  “What do ya want, buddy?”

  “I wanna get fucked, please.” His voice rose in a pleading tone. I continued to rub my cock head on his asshole, teasing him gently.

  “Who’s gonna fuck you?”

  “You are, Jeffy, my Jeffy. You’re gonna fuck me.” I pushed in with a slow, gentle stroke.

  “Oh God yes! That feels sooo good! I love havin’ you in me.” I leaned over and kissed him while I fucked him with a nice, slow rhythm. He caught on to the rhythm and began pushing against me on the in stroke and clenching down on the out stroke. It felt incredible.

  “Mike, that is good, you feel great, all warm and tight. Just like a glove. So good.” I grabbed his ankles and pushed his legs further back and further apart. He looked so incredible. I could watch him all spread out for me like this for hours. He looked up at me with a gentle smile on his face, an unfocused kind of grin that showed he was really into what he was feeling. After a while I put his feet on my shoulders. With one hand I rubbed his chest and teased his nipples. With the other I began stroking his cock in the same rhythm as I was moving in and out of his ass. He was whimpering nonstop now.

  I could tell he was close, since he was squirming all around and clenching down really tight on my dick. All of a sudden the pressure on my dick increased as he tightened up. His cock jumped in my hand, and he shot, his juice hitting his beard and leaving a pearly trail down his chest and belly. The additional tightness got me, and I came just a moment after him. We were both trembling with the release. I pulled out, pulled off the condom, and lay next to him. He wiped off with a hand towel from the nightstand and backed into me. I put my arms around him. He felt nice, warm and familiar.

  “Thanks, Jeffy. That was just incredible.”

  “Yeah it was.” I kissed his neck and nuzzled my beard against it. “Let’s get some sleep, buddy, we done used up this day.” We drifted off, breathing in unison, our hearts beating with one synchronized beat.

  WE SKIED off the trail and into Winslett. It had been a fun ski trip from the ranch into town. It was cold, only in the low twenties, and windy. The wind had been blowing right in our faces as we skied. Both Mike and I had icicles in our beards, and our mustaches were frozen from the condensation of our breath. We looked like old man winter and his brother.

  When we got into town, we took off the skis. Just about every place in Winslett has a rack for skis in the winter. The Methow Valley Trail System is a huge tourist attraction for winter sports, and most shops, restaurants, and pubs stay open all winter, hoping for the tourist trade.

  Mike and I had been laughing pretty hard on the trail. I kept encouraging him to ski ahead of me, and he finally figured out it was so I could watch his ass in those ski tights. After he figured that one out, we took turns skiing first.

  We put our skis and poles in the ski rack in front of the co-op and walked in. An older gentleman was looking at one of my sculptures. He caught sight of us, and then did a double take. He looked quickly at the pictures of us and then back at us.

  “Are you Jeff Connelly, the sculptor?” We probably looked a bit different with icy beards and in s
ki clothes rather than cowboy gear.

  “Guilty as charged.”

  He stuck out his hand. “Ronald Sears. Pleased to meet you, Mr. Connelly. You must be Mike Guidry.” He then shook hands with Mike. Mary Grace heard the voices and came out front.

  “Jeff, Mike! I’m so happy to see you. That was perfect timing. Mr. Sears wanted to meet you. That was why I asked you to stop by.” She came over and gave each one of us a hug.

  The gentleman who had recognized us was from Seattle. He was interested in sometime having some students from an art class he taught meet me and Mike to learn about Western art. I gave him a card and asked him to call anytime. Mr. Sears took the brand new Lucky Jeff Ranch card I gave him and headed out.

  “Shall we go over to Rick’s and have some coffee? I’m sure you boys would like some pie, too, after skiing all the way from the ranch.”

  “I don’t think either me or Jeff is gonna say no to that.” Mike smiled at her. She smiled back and got her coat on. We walked over to Rick’s bakery. It was only a block or so away, but everything in Winslett is within a couple of blocks. Rick is another hippie type with tie dye, Birkenstocks and wool socks, and a ponytail. He came here and opened a bakery and coffee shop. He was also a member of Mary Grace’s coven; both were practicing Wiccans. We walked into the bakery and got a table.

  “Jeff, Mike, Mary Grace, hello, do you all want coffee?” Mike and I nodded and Mary Grace asked for chamomile tea. I looked over at the display window.

  “Rick, what type of pies do you have today?”

  “Pumpkin, mincemeat, apple, peach, and coconut cream, I think I’ve got a couple of slices of chocolate pie left too.”

  “Mary Grace, what would you like?” She giggled and asked for the chocolate. I settled on peach and Mike wanted the pumpkin.

  After we got our coffee and pie, Mary Grace looked from me to Mike.

  “I guess that we can just socialize now.” I smiled at Mary Grace. “It’s not every day we get to socialize with pretty young ladies, is it Mike?”

  “It sure ain’t,” he added with a grin. Mary Grace giggled again.

  We started talking about the artists’ co-op and our exhibits. Mary Grace was hoping Mike would come up with a few more belts. Just then the bell at the door sounded, and we were greeted by a draft of very cold air, and in walked Sandy and Smitty. Sandy is one of my best and oldest friends. Her father is the sheriff, and she and I went to school together. She was my date for the senior prom. She’s really pretty, with shoulder-length, auburn hair and sparkling green eyes. Smitty was one of our newer hands. He is a nice, secure, and open guy. He has no problem with Mike and me being gay. He looks like a young Sam Elliott, with sandy blond hair. He was very obviously smitten with Sandy, and it looked like the attraction worked both ways. Sandy usually didn’t wear makeup, but today she had a little bit on. I noticed also that she had been dressing much nicer since Smitty came into the picture.

  “Jeff, Mike!” Sandy headed toward us and gave each of us a hug as well as one to Mary Grace. Smitty clapped us on the back and tipped his hat to Mary Grace. Sandy turned to him and said, very loudly, “Well, since they’re here, you can ask them now.”

  Smitty looked a little uncomfortable and hemmed and hawed after sitting down. He made some small talk after ordering coffee and pie for himself and Sandy. I could see Sandy was getting more impatient with him to ask us whatever it was he wanted to ask. Finally she just spoke up.

  “I bet you’re wondering what Smitty wants to ask you.”

  “I can’t say it didn’t cross my mind,” I responded.

  “Go ahead, Smitty, tell them.”

  He sighed. “This is a bit difficult. My brother is coming tomorrow and wants to stay with me. He got in with a bad crowd at school and ended up taking drugs. The drug habit got the best of him, and he ended up dropping out and selling himself on the streets to get enough for his next bit of drugs. I remember mentioning to you before that he’s gay. My parents finally had him committed to a drug rehabilitation program. He’s clean now, and has gotten his GED, but he’s really kind of lost. The only other gay folks he really knows are the hustlers he met on the street and the guys that picked them up. I was kinda hoping….” He continued to hem and haw.

  Sandy finally spoke up. “We were hoping that you could maybe hire him to work at the ranch, now that you’ll be having dudes. We both thought the two of you would be a real good influence on him, you know, good role models.” She had an earnest look on her face as she looked from me to Mike.

  Smitty sighed again and spoke up. “Before you even think about it, I want you to know there are some other issues. He’s nineteen and has that chip-on-the-shoulder, I-know-everything attitude. Also, he was repeatedly molested by a teacher in his school. The teacher is male, and Jason is trying to deal with his sexuality, feeling guilty about the experience with the teacher as well as having enjoyed it, but not being mature enough to handle it. I’m just so worried about him. He’s a good kid, really, but he’s had some bad breaks and made some very bad choices.” He stared at us expectantly.

  Mike and I looked at one another. “Smitty, I don’t know the first thing about working with young folks who got all messed up. I’m not sure even how we would handle him.”

  “Jeffy, just a minute. I feel bad for the kid. I know what it’s like to be a confused kid who feels he doesn’t have a friend in the world. Please think about it, for me.” Mike had a pleading look in his eyes. I took his hand and turned to Smitty.

  “Just what would you want us to do?”

  “I was thinking of his working at the ranch and staying in the bunkhouse. He could clean the rooms and the bathrooms and even the house.”

  “Does he know anythin’ about cowboyin’?”

  Smitty hesitated a minute before answering. “No. He can muck out horse stalls. I do feel the two of you and our friends would be a very good influence on him.”

  “Have you talked to him about this?” Mike was really interested in helping this kid.

  “I have, Mike. I also showed him the articles about the two of you. He’s excited about the possibility.”

  I took a bite of pie and a drink of coffee to give myself some time to think. Smitty had become a good friend, and I really wanted to help him. Mike seemed to think it was a good idea, but I was worried that it might interfere with the dudes.

  “Smitty, what if we do try and for some reason it doesn’t work out?”

  “Then I’ll be very thankful you tried. I know you want to make the dude ranch part of your business a big success, and need to run a tight ship. You need to treat Jason just like any other employee.”

  “I reckon it won’t hurt to try.” Mike reached under the table and squeezed my knee when I said that.

  We spent the next hour or so talking about his pay, his staying in the bunkhouse from time to time, and the other logistics. Smitty was picking up Jason at the airport this evening, so we could all meet each other tomorrow. Mary Grace had been quiet through the whole conversation, but on the ride back to the ranch, she let us know she thought what we were going to do was great. I was just hoping we weren’t biting off more than we could chew.

  THE next day dawned cold and windy with flurries off and on. Since we were having visitors today, Mike and I wouldn’t have time to ski, so we just did a workout at home. By the time Smitty and Jason arrived, we had lunch ready. I’d made a pot of vegetable soup, and we had good bread from Rick’s bakery. Right on time, Smitty and his brother walked toward the house. Jason was about five foot eight or so, very slender, and he had a wispy patch of hair on his chin. He looked like a skinny and grumpy version of Smitty. He was scowling. Mike and I both were wearing jeans and flannel shirts. I noticed that Jason had a T-shirt with a heavy-metal-band logo on it through his unzipped jacket, and he was wearing sneakers. Not the best outfit for the current weather. He also had piercings in his ears, eyebrows, septum, and one through his lower lip. “Howdy, Smitty.”

  I extended m
y hand to Jason. “You must be Jason, I’m Jeff.” He took my hand and shook it limply.

  “Zero.”

  I had no idea why Jason said that. “Pardon me?”

  “It’s my street name, Zero. It’s what I go by.”

  “Not here, ya don’t. When we got guests, you’ll go by Jason.” He scowled at me. I kept staring at him until he looked away.

  “Hey.” Mike stepped forward, hand outstretched, and got the same limp shake. “I’m Mike, pleased to meet you.”

  “Hey.”

  “Mike and I made some lunch, just some simple soup, but it’s hot, and there’s a lot of it.” Mary Grace is a vegetarian and was supposed to stop by later, so I’d made it with lentils and beans rather than a meat base. It was kind of like minestrone.

  “Does the soup have meat?”

  “No, Jason, I made it veggie for Mary Grace, a vegetarian friend of ours.” He looked away from me quickly again.

  “Good. I only eat vegetarian food.”

  “Normally we don’t eat vegetarian, but you’ll be fixin’ a lot of your own food in the bunkhouse, so you can make whatever you want. José, our foreman, usually has a pot of beans goin’.”

  “You ever cowboyed before, Jason?” Mike was smiling at him.

  “Nope.”

  “Well there isn’t too much cowboyin’ to do now anyway. I reckon Smitty told you about cleanin’ rooms and stuff.”

  “Yeah.”

  I had to chuckle. Mike was gettin’ treated the same way he used to treat people when we first met, getting one word answers and sullen responses. I had to give him credit, he kept trying.

  “How do you like Winslett, Jason?”

  “It looks boring.”

  I laughed at that one, and he looked at me. “I thought the same thing when I was your age.”

  “Really?”

  “Yep, I always liked ridin’ and cowboyin’, and I like the outdoors stuff here, but it seemed on Friday and Saturday nights there was never anythin’ to do.”

  “At least you like all that outdoors stuff. I don’t.”