Date: Fri, 20 Jan 2006 21:07:40 -0800
From: Dusty <dustytale@gmail.com>
Subject: The Ride 4

This is a work of adult gay fiction if this offends you stop reading now. If
for whatever reason it is not legal for you to read this, stop. I hope you
like it and I am always looking for feedback. Email me at Dustytale@Gmail.com.


**Authors Rant**

There have been some minor changes to chapters 1 and 2 to clear up some
continuity issues. This story is still kind of up in the air as far as how
long I will continue to write it. I lost my battle with school for now and
plan to take a quarter off which will give me a whole lot of free time. Then
again I need to eat so a new job is going to be a priority. Enough about my
troubles though, it looks like now The Ride will continue on for at least one
more maybe two chapters. Though I do plan to introduce Rick and Brady into my
other story on here Loft Lovers. Look for that in about a week maybe two. I
truly apologize for my inability to post at any sane pace. Thank you all
again who have given me feedback it is what keeps me writing.

See you all later,
Dusty

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* * * *

It was a calm morning. As the sun rose over the mountains warm sunlight
cascaded down into the forest, fighting back the cold night. Brady woke
gently, Rick still wrapped in his arms. It was still early in the morning.
Their camp filled with broken pools of light. The sunlight struggling to
break through the trees. For a while Brady thought about waking Rick but he
couldn't bring himself to do it. He looked so peaceful and content as he
slept.

Carefully Brady slipped out of bed trying not to wake Rick. The sleeping boy
just rolled over wrapping himself up with blankets. Standing, he felt crisp
cool breezes molest his naked flesh. The sunlight as if in defiance to the
cool autumn chased away the chill of the wicked morning air. Chasing away any
thoughts of modesty he walked over to his rucksack clad only in a small grin.

Slipping on his boots he headed off to relieve his bladder. Brady slipped
into the shadows of the trees, the sudden chill of the air hurried his
actions.

When he got back to the camp Brady slipped on his underwear.  Going over to
the campfire; it had died sometime in the early morning. He tried to revive
it but it was no use. It had long since been reduced to nothing more than ash.
He built another fire, gathering wood from around the camp. Still nearly nude,
one side was wonderfully warm facing the small flame, while the other was
exposed to the cold air.  He began making their breakfast. They didn't have
much in the way of supplies left that could be cooked over a campfire but he
made due. When he finished Rick was still asleep.

"Just like he usually does, that boy thinks he can sleep the day away."
Thought Brady.

Brady served up the food and brought it over to the bedroll. Setting it off
to the side he crawled back into bed behind Rick.

Brady pressed himself against Rick. Feeling his dick stiffen slowly, cradled
between his lovers cheeks. Rick still didn't wake. He just let out a long
sigh. Reaching over top of him Brady caressed a young limp cock. His balls
hung nicely in his loose sack. Brady eagerly caressed Rick's package bringing
his young lover to a full erection. His hand slid up and down Rick's cock, he
loved feeling the skin glide as he stroked. Pulling back the hood Brady
fondled the head. Before long it was moist with precum. Brady didn't notice
Rick wake up.

"Well good morning to you too." Rick's voice strained, barely above a whisper.

"I was wonderin' when you were going to get up..." Embarrassed Brady pulled
away his hand. "I made breakfast and I got back in to wake you up." The
ashamed look on his face said it all. He couldn't believe he had let himself
get that carried away.

"Some wake up call. Not that I am complaining mind you." Brady rolled over,
bringing himself face to face with his lover. His cock bobbed slightly
brushing up against Brady's. "I would've said somethin' earlier but I didn't
want you to stop."

"I did get you "up" didn't I?" Brady said taking the smooth cock in his hand.
He started stroking it again. Rick returned the favor enthusiastically taking
Brady into his hands. Slowly at first they just fondled each other. Without
warning Brady rolled him over onto his back. Brady positioned himself between
his legs. Spreading them apart he gently stroked Rick's cock. Savoring every
moment of it Rick just lay back, closed his eyes and rode the waves of
pleasure. He gasped when Brady took him into his mouth. His rigid dick
plunged deeper and deeper with every stroke until he felt the rough whiskers
on Brady's chin brush up against his sack.

Rick was in heaven. For what seemed like an eternity Brady sucked, licked,
stroked and, teased his boy cock.

Brady paused to admire Rick. His body was bathed in the early morning light.
It accentuated his muscles and illuminated his fine hair. His smooth skin
seemed pale in the weak light. His breathing was heavy, and his eyes were
still closed. Glistening, wet from his lover's attentions, his stiff cock
swayed slightly with each breath. His body quivered, it waited for a touch, a
stroke, any feeling to take him over the edge.

Brady gave him what he wanted. After so long in the crisp autumn air, the
flood of warmth as Brady engulfed his dick and balls with his big hands made
Rick moan in overwhelming satisfaction. Brady stroked him passionately. Each
deep stroke brought him closer to his release.

"Ooooooh God Brady! Uuunh...faster!" Rick pleaded, through his heavy panting.

Brady stepped up his pace for only a moment before drawing back Rick's hood
tight and going down on him again. Rick howled in a ecstatic mixture of
pleasure and pain as his skin was drawn back suddenly then engulfed in
Brady's mouth. With in moments he came, hard. Driving his hips forward with
every wave of pleasure. With every thrust another shot of his warm cum filled
Brady's mouth. Swallowing it down he licked Rick clean before laying back
down next to Rick. His own cock pointing skyward, rigid as a board.

"Wow...that...was good." Rick said catching his breath. His eyes darted over to
Brady's hardon, he was beginning to massage it himself. Entranced, he watched
for a moment before rolling onto his side to face Brady.

While lightly stroking his cock, Brady stared up at the sky. He didn't see
Rick nuzzling up to his belly, he just felt his boy's soft cheek up against
his stomach. Facing Brady's crotch Rick grabbed his thick cock. Rick started
sucking lightly on his head, it hung barely inside his lips.

"Mmmmmm That feels so good." Brady moaned, tussling Rick hair with a free
hand. Brady's hand moved, down a smooth neck and across Rick's shoulders. A
reassuring hand stroked his back as Rick sucked gently. It didn't take him
long to make Brady come. He backed off and jerked him as he came letting his
cum spill onto his stomach.

Looking up from his belly Rick gave Brady a satisfied smile while still
massaging the last drops of cum from his soft cock.

"Boy, you will be the death of me." Brady chuckled.

"And why would that be?" Rick said, toweling off Brady.

"I try to get up and get going in the morning. One look at that butt I can't
help myself." He answered playfully giving Rick's butt a swat.

"I can't help it if you are a dirty old man. I was the one who woke up being
touched." Rick said with mock defensiveness.

"Dirty! Old! I'll show you." Brady lunged for Rick knocking him over. They
wrestled for a while. Rick never being able to beat the sheer body size of
Brady. Eventually Brady ended up with Rick across his lap "A whoopin'! That's
what you need. Learn to respect old fogies like me."

Rick feigned struggling laughing the whole time. After a couple playful swats
he let Rick go. "Now eat your grub so we can get the hell out of here." Brady
said reaching for his own food. It had gone cold long before.

* * * *

The rest of the morning went quickly. After eating and a quick cleanup they
were back on the trail. It wasn't long before the train became to dense that
they had to walk the horses. Rick was actually kind of glad he was still kind
of sore after the previous night.

By noon it had turned out to be a warmer day, though rain clouds from the
west seemed to worry Brady. Rick didn't really seem all that worries though,
he was just happy to be off the farm and with Brady.

"You know if something happens to this trail we are in one heap of trouble.
The bridge on the north road in is washed out. Hell, that is why we are
riding in the first place." Brady said grimly.

"You can't look on the bright side can you." Rick teased.

"What bright side? We would be stuck for quite a while. With little to no
food."

"You would at least have me...alone...in the cabin...no one for miles around."

"Kid, you are about as subtle as a brick to the head." Brady laughed.

"Besides you said the bridge on the north road was washed out. So we couldn't
drive. That doesn't mean we can't take horses that way."

"You are probably right. Though I do think we will have a storm. Hell this
time of year we might even get snow up here."

Rick shuddered comically. "Now that is something I am worried about."

"What can't take a little chill?"

"Nah I just prefer to not freeze my ass off."

"Well you better get used to it..."

"Why?"

"Once I get this place fixed up I plan to stay the whole winter up here."
Brady said hesitantly.

Rick was confused for a moment, then it hit him. "Is that an invitation?"

"Well not really, I just kinda assumed you would want to." It came out more
sheepishly than he intended.

Not knowing what to really say Rick just replied. "That would be great."

Eventually they came to a fork that Brady insisted was the way to the cabin.
Its winding path blocked the view of what was up ahead. For over three hours
they wound their way up the hill. They only had a few more hours of light if
they were going to make it to the cabin before night fall they needed to
hurry.

As they crested the final hill the deep orange sun lung low on the horizon.
As they looked down into the small valley they saw the cabin nestled among
the trees. The valley was mostly cleared except for a few trees that grew up
around the cabin. A small creek ran east-west through the valley. Next to the
cabin appeared was a small stable.

The cabin was larger than either had expected. Its two stories looked small
though among the pines. There was an outhouse though Brady had been assured
there was indoor plumbing and electricity. The brick chimney was covered in
moss. The porch seemed to be leaning to one side but looked sturdy.

"This should be it." Brady said proudly looking down from the ridge.

"I can't wait to get down there, it looks real nice." Rick said truthfully,
it had been a long day and he wanted to rest.

Brady led the way down. The trail was steep and in a couple of places the
horses had problems but all in all it was easy. When they got down they put
the horses in the stable and headed to the house. At the front door Brady
pulled out a key that he had been keeping in an envelope. At first the door
didn't open, Brady had to take a strong shoulder to it. A rush of stale air
greeted them. The seller had been telling the truth this place had gone
several years with out seeing any use. Someone had gotten it ready for them
though a letter was waiting for them on a small table near the front door.

Brady tried the lights and a couple small lamps on the walls flickered to
life.

"Thank God for small blessings." Brady whispered. He grabbed the letter and
began to read it as Rick wandered aimlessly through out the cabin.


Dear Brady,

       If you are reading this it means you found the cabin ok. Right now you
are probably looking around thinking how in the hell did I ever talk Gary
into selling this place to me for so cheap. Well I will tell you why. This
cabin is special to me, well me and a friend. We met during the war. I never
loved anyone more than I loved him but when we got back things got difficult.
There was no place for people like us. So at first we went our separate ways.
I ended up getting married. Things didn't work out to well with us but as you
know we never got divorced. She was catholic. Some years later I met up with
him again. I still loved him more than anything else in this world.

       This was our place. This was where we would come to get away from it
all. To love each other like we wanted. Looking back I am ashamed that he had
to be my secret for so long. That we could never be together in public. To
let everyone know how much I loved him. But it doesn't matter now after my
wife passed away we were together for a number of years. Last year I lost him
too. We were happy for the time we had together.

       So I am selling this place to you. I wanted to give it to some one who
would appreciate it and its past. I spent a good many years making this place
what it is today. And spent more money than you would care to know. All I ask
is three things. One, take care of it and love it like I did. Two, share it
with some young man you truly love. Three, if and when you do sell it make
sure they will do the same.


Your Friend,
Gary.


       P.S. You wouldn't have accepted it if I had just given it to you so I
let you buy it from me. I have plenty of money for someone my age. Enough to
last me however long the good Lord sees fit to give me. So I left you a
little present. Don't be a fool like me though, don't spend your life lying
to yourself. It isn't worth it.

Brady realized there was another envelope in the table, placed behind a lamp.
It wasn't addressed to him like the first. It was a plain manila envelope
though someone had tied a red string in a bow around it. When Brady opened it
he nearly passed out. 50's. Small stacks of 50's, after a quick count it was
exactly how much Brady had paid him. There was also a small note that simply
read,

"This is a gift. I won't take no for an answer. You are a good man. Use it
wisely."

>From somewhere in the cabin he heard Rick squeal "Brady come here!"

It took him a minute to find him but Rick was up stairs in the larger of the
two bed rooms. Brady couldn't help but laugh as he came in on Rick sprawled
out on a gigantic bed. His clothing laying in a heap on the floor.

"Subtle as a brick to the bed..." Brady mumbled as he lay down next to Rick.

"So what do you think?" Rick said playfully flopping onto his side to face
Brady. "There is a huge bathtub and shower. This wonderful bed."

"I guess this means you give it your seal of approval, huh?" Brady said eying
Rick's body.

"Yup." Rick muttered dreamily.

"What is this? You must think that it's chilly in here." Brady said fondling
Rick's soft dick.

It really had been cold though. Rick's was normally hung nicely when soft.
Now it seemed to be almost like a child's.

Rick seemed to begin to protest but his words were lost as two big arms
grabbed him and pulled him closer. For a long time Brady held him keeping him
warm. Two big hands stroked his body slowly. Rick's small, soft, dick had
quickly grown to it's full six and a half inches. Brady's hand lightly
brushed up against it and Rick moaned. Giving his young lover a gentle kiss
on the neck Brady began to stroke him. Rick moaned softly, thrusting his cock
deeper into Brady's hand. Brady could feel his every breath as he held him in
his arms. For Brady it was electrifying, holding Rick like that. The feeling
of his stiff rod sliding through his hand. Hearing his breathing quicken, his
soft moans. He tasted only sweetness as he gently kissed Rick.

Rick's soft moaning turned to a pleading whimper as he neared climax. Toward
the end it became short cries of ecstasy with every breath.

"That's it Ricky." Brady's words were soft, whispered into his lover's ear.
"Cum for me."

As if on command Rick began to cum. Hot jizz spilled onto Brady's hand. He
didn't stop stroking. He kept coaxing that smooth dick until Rick lay totally
relaxed in front of him. Brady's hand covered in warm cum.

Pulling out his handkerchief he cleaned off his hand, then caringly gave
Rick a once over with it.

For a long time they laid there on the bed Rick held tight in Brady's arms.
Before long Brady heard Rick had fallen fast asleep.

"He's had some pretty rough few days." Brady thought to himself. Deciding to
let him sleep for awhile Brady headed down stairs after covering Rick with a
blanket.

Brady headed back down stairs and looked around in awe. Later he would have
to talk to Gary. The money was a nice and he really could use it but it just
felt wrong. In the mean time this was his. A home.

He couldn't help but think of Rick. This is what he needed he needed a real
home. Suddenly Brady felt unimaginably dirty. Knowing what he knew now about
Rick's past, sleeping with him seemed wrong. He was young and vulnerable.
Brady could understand Rick's attraction to him. He had always been a father
figure to Rick ever since he was eleven. He was the only person that ever
really cared for Rick and Rick just soaked it up. Somewhere along the way
caring and support turned to love and passion. Rick was only 17 when they
first had sex. Somehow looking back on it now Brady could only see it as a
failing on his part. Only one question ran through his mind, over and over
again.

Am I taking advantage of Rick?


Brady walked out of the cabin into the cool crisp air still struggling with
his feelings. Pulling his coat a little tighter he surveyed the mountains
surrounding his land.

"My land." The thought still resonated in his mind. "No this is going to be
our land. Mine and Rick's he deserves it as much as I do."

Taking almost and hour Brady walked around his few acres of land. Soft wisps
rose past his head with every breath. He strolled down the creek and looked
into the frozen ice. It was getting colder. Brady had originally hoped that
it wouldn't snow but they were prepared for it. Looking at the dark clouds
rolling in Brady could only hope it was snow now. It looked so much worse.
With the winds kicking up it looked like they were in for one hell of a storm.

Picking up his pace Brady hurried back into the cabin. It was almost pitch
black now. On his way in he grabbed a load of firewood. Again he would have
to thank Gary later. Someone had spent a lot of time making this place as
convenient as possible. The fire didn't take long to get going and warmth
slowly filled the room. For a while Brady just sat in front of the fire
staring into its flames, lost in his thoughts. He was brought out of it by
the sound Rick walking down the stairs. Seeing him walk down Brady was
slightly surprised that he had put clothing on. If nothing else during this
trip Rick had become a lot less shy. He was wearing only his long johns but
had himself wrapped up in a blanket.

"Hey, how long did sleep? Last thing I remember was laying next to you. I
woke up and you weren't around." Rick mumbled sleepily.

"Hey bud, you were out for a little over an hour. Come here and sit by me you
look cold." Brady said patting the seat next to him on the big sofa.

Sitting down gently Rick threw one arm around Brady bringing him under the
blanket. In return Brady wrapped an arm around Ricks middle and pulled him
closer.

"Mmmmm. Warm at last." Rick said snuggling up to Brady. He smiled as Brady
gently ran a hand through his hair and softly stroked his face.

"I just want you to know that I love having you here and getting to share
this time with you Rick. Try as I might though sometimes it feels like I'm
pushing you. And I don't want to force you into something at your age..."
Brady's words were cut short.

"Brady, I spent a long time thinking that there was no one in this world that
could show me kindness. Let alone love me. I spent almost two years hoping
and dreaming that you felt the same way about me that I felt about you. I was
always just afraid that you wouldn't love me...that you didn't really care. Now
that I know you do, I want you to think that this is the most happy I have
ever been." The words hung in the air for what seemed like an eternity before
fading into silence.

Brady sat in silence staring into the fire. Rick's hand gently touched the
side of his face. He turned staring for only a moment into Rick's light blue
eyes before Rick kissed him. At first Brady was gentle, soft, a reassuring
affirmation of love. There was something beneath though, a deep passion
waiting to escape. Rick leaned back taking his lover with him. Brady was now
laying on top of Rick kissing his neck and chest. The older man's excitement
was apparent through his tight jeans. Rick could feel every stiffening inch
of that thick manhood grinding against his own engorged dick. He wrapped his
legs around Brady's back. Brady's big hands caressed Rick's lithe body and
thighs.

Brady began fumbling with his belt. Rick stood him up and pulled his hands
away from the buckle. Quickly Rick slipped out of his long johns, naked he
stood waiting in front of Brady. Eyeing him from head to toe Brady nearly
shuddered with anticipation. His cock strained against his jeans. He pulled
Rick close and passionately kissed him. His hands explored the smooth young
man before him. One of his hands wandered to Rick's balls and massaged them
before slowly making their way up his shaft. It paused for only a second on
his head before peeling back the hood revealing a swollen knob moist with
precum.

Rick seemed to tremble as Brady's hands explored his most tender of places.
He then pulled himself away much to Brady's surprise. Taking a step back he
began to undress Brady. Peeling off his shirt, Rick marveled at Brady's
barrel of a chest. He planted soft kisses on his hairy chest and began
sucking on a nipple as he wrestled with Brady's large belt buckle. When he
finally popped open the buckle he kissed his way down to the top of his jeans.
Now kneeling in front of Brady Rick fondled the magnificent bulge only inches
from his face. Grabbing Brady's ass firmly he pulled his hips closer mouthing
his hot bulge.

"Oh god Rick that feels so good." Brady moaned.

Rick undid the fly of his jeans. With every button he kissed what was exposed.
With only his thin boxers between him and Rick's warm mouth he was flooded
with wonderful sensations. A warm hand wormed its way up the leg of his
boxers and grasped his throbbing cock. Hard strokes and soft kisses enticed
soft moans from Brady.

"Ahhhh, Oh yeah, ohh." Brady mumbles through his ragged breathing.

Looking up from his partner's cock Rick flashed a smile before slipping down
Brady's underwear. Rick Let the waistband catch on the stiff rod pulling it
down. It shot back up once it was free, it bobbed only inches from Rick's
willing mouth.

"Oooohhhhhhhhh!" Was all Brady could manage as Rick slipped his mouth over
Brady's hard cock.

Rick attentively sucked Brady off. Listening to every moan and sigh Rick
brought Brady ever closer to orgasm.

"Oh harder... suck the head... oh yeah the balls... unnnh... Oh god!... Ahhhh!... "
Gentle instructions became pleas for release.

Rick followed every command and responded to every plea. He loved the feeling
of Brady's thick cock in his mouth. The feel of a firm shaft and smooth head
passing through his lips. The taste of his precum. Playing his tongue over
the foreskin. Sucking his balls and tasting the sweat. Rick loved it all.

He could tell Brady was getting close so with a gentle touch he lay him back
into the soft rug in front of the fire place. Brady lay on his back with his
legs spread. Rick kneeled between them one hand massaging Brady's balls the
other holding the stiff cock he was sucking down once more.

When Brady was about to come he began to thrust his hips harder into Rick's
mouth. Rick backed off and watched wide eyes as his swift strokes took Brady
over the edge.

They lay there naked warmed by the fire. Brady's heavy breathing slowly
turned to satisfied sighs. Rick's ran a finger lazily along Brady's hairy
chest. He turned to look at his young lover. A broad smile spread across his
face as he drew Rick into a warm embrace.

As the last of the light slipped away, the wind howled as it whipped past the
cabin. The lover's retreated to the warmth of the large bath. Easing into the
hot water Brady felt the long hours of their ride melt away. Once he was in
Rick crawled in sitting on Brady's lap. Two big arms wrapped around him
pulling him tight.

They woke the next morning with their bodies intertwined seeking love and
warmth. In the large soft bed only a light sheet veiled their nude bodies.
They found a new world outside their window. In the black of night their
world had turned white, and the snow continued to fall.