Date: Wed, 19 Oct 2005 13:08:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: billy merit <bimale4uxx@yahoo.com>
Subject: "A NEW DAWN FOR MONTGOMERY CHASE" CHAPTER ONE

   This is my second story, the first was Jesse's Marine posted in the
military and beginnings section under gay male.  I had so many requests
to make that a longer story, but i don't feel the need to do that.  At
least for right now, perhaps in the future i might.  So this story will
be a little longer, I'll definately write two chapters, maybe five or
more. Depends on how the story unfolds.  I'll stop when I feel it is
finished.  Thanks for all the positive encouragement, it definately
motivated me to write this one.  Feel free to email me at
bimale4uxx@yahoo.com with your comments and constructive critiscism.
Thanks for reading my story.

		      A New Dawn for Montgomery Chase

Copyright (c) 2005 by Billy Merritt. All rights reserved. The use is
expressly forbidden unless explicit arrangement has been made with the
Author. This copyright applies to all chapters and pages of this work.  It
may not be reproduced, posted, stored electronically, or archived, except
for personal, non-public use, without the express written permission of the
Author.

Warning: this is a fictional story of sex between consenting adult men. If
gay sex offends you or you are a minor or living where this is illegal to
read.  GO AWAY!


				CHAPTER ONE

		       "IS THERE LIFE AFTER DEATH?"

The sun rising just above the horizon spewed golden rays across the lush
green pasture. Steam rising from the ground as the dew began to evaporate.
The beauty of his surroundings always held his eyes captive at this time of
the morning.  The morning chores about half completed, Montgomery had come
back to the house for his first cup of hot black coffee and sit on the
rambling porch of his country home.  This had been his ritual for the past
twenty years, and he didn't intend to stop now. At forty-five years, he
looked much younger until you saw his face up close.  The weather had not
been kind to his once porcelain smooth skin.  His face red from the morning
wind, and tanned from the many long days outside, it had a leathery
appearance.  His deep blue eyes, danced mischievously whenever he was
joking or pulling a prank, but would turn to ice in anger.  The once jet
black hair had streaks of silver that were so perfectly placed it looked as
if he had just had them put in down at Carla's Beauty Salon, the only one
in the entire small town. His six-foot frame was padded with the muscles of
a hardworking man, wide shoulders making his torso a sharp V to his narrow
waist. His big hands gnarled from the hard work, had thick long fingers,
and calluses covered his palms. The well worn Levi's molded to his full
round bubble butt and clung tightly to his thighs. The dusty roper boots,
well worn from his daily work fit his feet like a kidskin glove. If anyone
had told him what effect he had on women and most men, he would have called
them a damn liar, just wanting to get the best of him in a horse deal.  He
had no idea of his masculine beauty.

He stood up with a deep sigh, finishing the last of the strong black
coffee, his thoughts turned to his wife, Carla.  The very one who owned and
operated the local beauty salon. He chuckled as he thought of how much she
hated him saying he liked his coffee like he liked his women, black and
strong.  Her fiery temperament was always a source of enjoyment and pride
for him.  He rushed into the kitchen to wash out his cup and get started.
It was going to be a busy day, and he had a long drive that afternoon to
the hospital in the closest city, where Carla was, receiving chemo for her
breast cancer. As he reached for the spigot to turn on the water, the phone
rang. He froze in midair. Fear ran through him. He quickly picked up the
phone.

"Hello, Chase Stables."

"Mr. Chase?"

"Yes."

"This is Doctor Smith from the hospital.  Are you alone?"

"Yes, why?"

"I'm afraid I have bad news Mr. Chase. Your wife passed away this morning
about fifteen minutes ago.  Her heart couldn't take the stress of chemo
anymore."  He sagged, this couldn't be happening.

The next six months were a blur.  Friends and neighbors took over the
chores and kept his operation running. That was one thing about small
communities and rural areas, even if you didn't like the person, if someone
needed help, everyone pitched in.  Montgomery knew he was fortunate to have
good friends and neighbors.  If it hadn't been for them, he would have been
too far behind to ever catch up.  As he sat on the porch drinking his
coffee, he felt a resolve to get going again, time to face life head on.
This particular morning's sunrise was the best he had seen or noticed in a
long time. He watched the mares and foals frolicking in the field, it was
time for them to be weaned, he began to plan out his day. But first he had
some calls to make.

The first call was to Clara's sister, she had been a big help, keeping him
fed, clothes washed and forcing him to shower and shave daily, even when he
didn't want to get out of bed.

"Good morning Laura, it is a beautiful day today isn't it?" he smiled into
the phone as she babbled on, thrilled that he was in such a good mood.

"Laura, quiet down, I want to talk to you about something. What time can
you be here today?"

"Around lunch time, and I'll bring you something to eat."

"Great, see you then."

He busied himself about the house, the new man he had hired to work would
take care of the chores until later this afternoon.  His mind wandered
thinking about the man.  Bill was 29, recently divorced, and needed a job
that provided housing.  He was very experienced with horses, and didn't
require a big salary. So giving him a room in the house and providing his
meals, use of the farm truck occasionally, and a small salary was exactly
perfect for both of them.  Short, stocky and as strong as a mule, Bill was
doing an excellent job.  His fiery red hair was a direct opposite of his
temperament. Calm, patient and quiet he was perfect with the young stock,
and skittish broodmares who were only handled during breeding season and at
foaling time.

Montgomery slowly walked through the house gathering mementos of his life
with Clara, and put them all together on the dining room table. He then
picked up the phone, and started calling all the ones who had been helping
him since her death. It was a long list, and just saying thanks wasn't
enough, he had to talk with them quite some time, assuring everyone he was
doing ok, and was getting back into taking care of his stable again. He was
only half way done, when he heard Laura knocking on the kitchen door.  He
opened and smiled broadly at her, and gave her a tight hug. Shell shocked
by his change in behavior she almost dropped the large basket with the food
in it.

"Now what is it that you wanted to talk about Monty?" Everyone who knew him
called him that.  He just smiled and winked at her.

"I'll tell you over lunch, let's get the food out."

Setting on the porch as they ate the generous portions of potato salad and
ham sandwiches she had brought with her, he began to talk, not looking at
her, just keeping his eyes on the now faded pastures, the August heat had
begun to dry everything up. She sat silently as he talked about Clara,
sharing with her many things he had never told anyone. It was a cleansing,
that kept her memory alive and yet released her from his grief. He told her
what she had told him when she left that last time for the hospital.

"Now gomery" she always called him that when she was feeling frisky.  "If
something happens to me, you know how I feel."

"Nothing is going to happen, there is too much fire in you to let that
happen Clara" he grouched at her.

She simply ignored his comment and continued talking.

"As I see it you have three options.  You and wallow in your sorrow and
grief, drink until you forget, and lose everything.  And if you do, I'll
come back and haunt you everyday for the rest of your damn life!"

"Or you can sell the place and make a fresh start somewhere else, maybe
find you someone to make you happy"

"Or you can keep this place, and continue what we dreamed it would
become. But if you do that, promise me that you will not stay alone, find
someone to love and who will love you back, make a new life, I know you
will never forget me, but don't quit living just because I've already made
my journey on home."  He heard Laura sniffling as he finished.

At the time she had told him this, he was adamantly angry, he hated talk
like that. But now as he repeated the conversation with Laura, he idly
wondered why Clara had said find someone, and not some woman.

He turned to Laura, and looked at her red eyes from crying, the sadness
still filled both.  He gently wiped her tears with his handkerchief.

"Now Laura, I've gathered some things that I want to keep, and put them on
the dining room table, I want you to have anything else that you feel you
would like to keep, then give the rest to people who knew and loved her.  I
can't bring myself to do that.  And I'd like for you to redecorate the
house, using the things I've selected to keep. Will you do that for me?"

The tears rolling down their cheeks, she agreed saying.

"If I let you decorate, all I'd find in here are hooks for tack, horse
magazines and a TV. I'd be honored." She laughed as he hugged her tight,
kissed her tears on her cheek.

"I miss her so much.  But I have to go on, even if at first I do it just
for her."  Then his tears began to flow, surprising him.  He thought he had
cried until he had no more tears left in him.  This time Laura used his
handkerchief to wipe away his tears.

Later that afternoon, after all the mares and foals had been separated.  He
and Bill loaded the last of the broodmares on a trailer for the pasture on
the other end of the farm were they couldn't hear the whinnying of their
young. He turned to Bill and smiled, the dust, dirt and grime covered
them. Sweat soaked shirts clung to their torso's.

"We have the colts in one paddock and the fillies in another one, as soon
as we get them watered and fed, what do you say we have a quick shower, and
a beer?"

"Sounds like heaven" Bill hoarsely answered.

They sat companionably on the porch, freshly showered and drinking a bud.
The warm evening breeze was just enough to keep them from sweating.
Sharing funny thoughts of the day, how this had been a very productive week
and what the plans were for the upcoming months.

Montgomery in a pair of shorts only and sandals, black hair covered his
chest, and a treasure trail down his flat stomach, a swirl of hair just
below his belly button, a cowlick.  His legs were also hairy, the black
hair on them was a perfect complement to the muscles that shaped his legs.

Bill in his Levi's and socks.  His nipples were circled with a small amount
of bright red hair, and a few wisps peeking from his armpits. His chest was
very developed from the heavy work of throwing hay bales, carrying feed
sacks, and the general work required on horse farms. Pecs dancing every
time he moved, and his abs you could have used as a wash board.  Montgomery
noticed how his biceps and forearms bulged when he lifted up the long neck
beer bottle.

"Bill I am very happy with the way things are working out here, how do you
feel about it?"

"I love it, you have a great place, excellent stock and are good to work
for.  This is exactly what I love doing, I just want my own place
eventually."

Montgomery nodded his understanding, that's the way it had always been for
him too.

Four beers later the talked turned to sex, as it almost always does when
guys have a few drinks, and their inhibitions are lowered.  Montgomery
admitted that he had only been with his wife, never even dated another
woman. And yes, the sex was good, just not as great as everyone had made it
out to be.  Bill talked about his many conquests.  He was handsome in a
rugged kind of way, very masculine, sure of himself, and his muscled body
certainly attracted many women Montgomery assumed.

As they talked he noticed that Bill kept rubbing his crotch, his bulge
growing as the talk about sex became more graphic.  Even his cock felt
plumped up a bit, something that hadn't happened it a long time, while
Clara was sick sex went out of the window as more important things took
priority, and since her death, he hadn't even masturbated.

"I think the wildest time I ever had was when I was with the rodeo in San
Francisco." He heard Bill saying as his thoughts turned back to the
conversation. He realized he had been staring at Bill's crotch for a while,
unsure of how long, but long enough to be embarrassed by it.

"What happened there?" he asked.

"If I tell you, you promise me to not tell anyone." Bill responded, with
just enough beer to loosen his tongue, he wanted to share his secret.

He made a sign of a cross over his heart, promising to keep it a secret.
Everyone knew he was a man of his word, so Bill knew he meant it.

"Well, I had been without sex for almost two weeks when we got there, the
girl I had been seeing took off with another guy. And I was horny as a bull
in a field of cows in heat. I kept hearing all this talk from guys around
about how if you didn't mind who was giving you head, there were many men
there who would love to suck a cowboy cock."

Startled by this turn of the conversation, Montgomery realized his cock was
almost at full mast, his shorts were about to tear from the pressure
inside. He looked down at Bills groin and noticed he was very hard too, and
rubbing it as he talked on. Bill continued his story about the cowboy who
sucked him off in the shower, and then about the married man who sucked him
in the barns behind some bales of hay. As he raved on about how good they
were, the stories continued to pour out of him. The ten days in `Frisco
were very active Montgomery thought.  He had never really thought about gay
people having sex. Sure he knew some or thought they were from they way
they acted, but it never occurred to him to dislike or shun those who were
or might be.  Many were good repeat customers for his horses, and had
become fairly close, almost friends with him and Clara, and now that he
thought about it, he was sure some of them were couples.

"Damn" he thought "I am horny, I haven't been this hard and horny since was
a teenager. Maybe Bill will go to bed soon and I can jack off." He looked
down and noticed a spot of precum appearing on his shorts.

About that time he saw Bill reaching for his cock again. Bill looked him
directly in his eyes.

"Mind if I beat off?  I'm so fucking horny I could screw a knot hole in the
fence."  Montgomery barely nodded.

He watched mesmerized as Bill pulled down his pants, and boxer shorts, and
began stroking his hard cock, the precum slicked his head, making it shine
in the moonlight. His bright red pubic hair contrasted with the very white
skin, and his red cockhead.  Bill watched Montgomery through half closed
eyes, enjoying the sensations. Stroking slowly he spread his legs and
groaned.  His almost hairless balls were big and round, up tight against
his body, and they were a red that almost matched the color of his
cockhead. He took his finger, wiped up a little of his precum and licked it
off, closing his eyes.  Montgomery wondered if he liked the taste, Clara
never had. In fact oral sex had only happened with her a few times, he
could count on one hand the number.

"Take out your cock and stroke, I can see how hard you are."  Bill
whispered huskily.  Before he processed what had just been said, he dropped
his shorts and trembled as he touched his cock with his finger tips,
stroking with feather light touches. If he grabbed his cock, he would
shoot, and he wasn't ready to cum just yet.  His head fell back, as he
spread his legs, one hand gently rubbing his very hairy balls, and the
other hand teasing his cock.  His crotch had a huge bush of black hair,
richly standing out on his white skin.

"Damn this feels good" he spoke before he realized it. Touching the tip of
his cock, he felt the precum droplet and rubbed it into his head, careful
not to stimulate his cock too much. He looked over at Bill who was looking
as his cock and balls, saliva was dripping from the corners of his
mouth. He looked hungry Montgomery thought.

He closed his eyes again, he head back, and began to gently rub his nipple
with one hand and kept massaging his balls with the other.  He moaned and
switched to the other nipple, when suddenly he realized his cock was in a
hot wet orifice.  He kept his eyes closed tightly, not wanting to see, just
wanted to keep the sensations going. After about four deep swallows on his
cock he couldn't keep his eyes closed any longer, and looked down to see
Bill sucking his cock.  Their eyes locked as he hungrily swallowed him to
the hilt.  He reached down and began to gently caress his head and face.
He watched as the muscles corded on his arms and back.  Bill was bobbing
slowly up and down sucking hard when he pulled up. He lifted his head from
the pulsating cock, and bent lower and began to lick his balls.
Montgomery's body shook with the intense pleasure.  This was a definite
first for him, he never realized how sensitive his balls really were. Then
he felt one of his balls slip into Bills hot mouth. Spreading his legs
wider, for easier access, his breathing became ragged. Then he felt the
second ball go in. He was in total bliss.  Then the hot tongue went to work
again, licking up his shaft, and then sliding it around on his very
sensitive head. He watched enthralled as Bill opened his mouth and began to
swallow him into that burning hot vacuum.  His orgasm was approaching
rapidly.

"I'm gonna cum Bill" he hissed, wanting to warn him.  Bill only redoubled
his efforts, sucking harder and faster. He saw his arm moving rapidly, the
muscles growing larger as he stroked his cock faster too. Suddenly his
world exploded, the most massive orgasm he could ever remember shook his
body.  Shot after shot of his thick white cum spewed into Bills mouth,
running out of the corners. He tried valiantly to swallow it all, but the
volume was enormous. He felt something hot hitting his leg, and he realized
Bill was cumming too, somehow that made him shoot that much harder, and he
squeezed out more from his balls. His balls ached, it had been so long
since he had cum that it was a shock to them. Exhausted he went limp as
Bill suckled his cock causing him to jerk from the stimulation of his very
sensitive cockhead and cleaned up all of the cum he missed.

"Wow that was amazing." He moaned after few minutes.  It was silent. He
opened his eyes to see that Bill had left.  Puzzled he finished his beer
and went to bed.

He awoke to the smell of freshly brewed coffee. Bill always left the house
a little earlier than he did to get started on the morning chores and left
him a fresh pot brewing.  Stretching languidly his sore body from the heavy
work and subsequent blow job made him feel more alive than he had in
months.  As he poured himself a cup of steaming hot coffee, he noticed an
envelope laying next to the coffee maker, with his name on it. Mystified he
opened it.  There was a short note inside.

"Effective today, I am giving you my notice that I am leaving. I'll stay
for two weeks, and help train anyone you hire.  Bill"

Shocked and angry he stormed out to the barn, in the predawn darkness, he
saw Bill carrying a feed bucket with grain towards one of the paddocks.  He
flew over and grabbed him by his massive arm, turning him around. His ice
cold blue eyes glared angrily into the still, blank, empty blue eyes of
Bill.

"What the hell is this all about?" he yelled.

"After last night I figured my time here was over, and I'd just make it
easier if I quit, rather than get fired" Bill answered quietly.

"What do you mean get fired?  I told you I've been very happy with your
work.  Is it about the friggin' blow job?  As I recall, it was your idea,
and I never forced you to do anything.  And why the hell would I fire you
for something like that anyway?" he was almost screaming at the top of his
lungs .  Bill just looked at him quietly, a sadness around his eyes.  It's
a good thing he isn't hot tempered with all that red hair Montgomery
thought.

"I assumed that you wouldn't want me around anymore after that, and I
definitely don't want my reputation as a cocksucker to get around town.
Besides, yours is only the second one I've ever sucked." He stated flatly,
an emotionless expression on his face.

The calm statement let out all the anger from him like a balloon. He looked
over and pointed to a bale of hay .  "Let's go sit down and talk about this
before you do something rash"

Sitting side by side on the bale, their legs touching, he quietly began to
talk.

"I meant what I said last night, about being happy with you here.  As far
as the blow job is concerned that was unexpected, but not unwanted last
night.  If you don't want to ever do it again, that's ok. And we don't have
to ever discuss it again.  I'll even fix up the small grooms quarters in
the barn if you don't want to be in the same house. But as far as me not
wanting you to stay, if I'd felt that way I'd have thrown your ass out of
here last night."

"I'd like to have my own quarters. That would be nice. Not that you are
difficult to live with, but it's nice to have a place that you can call
home."  Bill said quietly looking down at his boots.  Montgomery reached
over and grabbed his chin gently, pulling his face up to look him directly
in the eyes.

"And what about the other thing" he quietly asked.

"That's not something I want to do all the time. I'll admit I enjoyed it
last night, but I don't want it often. If it's ok with you, it can happen
again, but only if we are both in the mood. I don't want it to be expected
of me."

"Well, it was certainly a first for me, and it is something I'll have to
think about and get used to. You give a hell of a blow job, and until that
happened last night it never crossed my mind about having my cock sucked by
a guy.  It certainly has made me think about sex in a different way, but I
definitely enjoyed it.  I'll have the quarters ready in a week or so, is
that soon enough for you" Bill nodded.

"Are we ok now?" he gently asked.

"Yes" Bill answered, he let out a sigh, and his shoulders straightened like
a load had just been lifted from them. His eyes softened, he had hardened
himself to deflect the derogatory remarks he expected.  Montgomery held out
his hand, and they shook. He resisted the urge to hug him.  "Wonder where
that idea came from, I don't hug men" he thought.

Turning around he tore up the notice.  The small pieces of paper floated
out on the wind.

The sunrise was beautiful. Watching it slowly brighten up from his porch,
he reflected back on the unusual twist and turns of the past few days.
Finishing up his cup of coffee, the thought crossed his mind. Yes, there
was life after death, just not what he had expected it would be.

End of chapter one.


What do you think?  So many of you have asked me to make Jesse and Frank's
story longer, I reread it several times and right now I don't have the
desire to do that, although I may in the future.  So I decided to start
something that would be a bit longer. It may be only two sections, or five
or more, I'll just keep writing until I feel it's finished. You can email
me at bimale4uxx@yahoo.com with your comments.