Date: Sat, 30 Jul 2011 15:04:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dave Ledge <mikedave01@yahoo.com>
Subject: Older and Younger Chapter 5

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....