Date: Sat, 22 Oct 2005 11:08:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: billy merit <bimale4uxx@yahoo.com>
Subject: "A NEW DAWN FOR MONTGOMERY CHASE" CHAPTER TWO

Well, here it is, I hope it is up to snuff, this is a enjoyable, but
tiring experience.  Chapter three is in outline form already, but that
doesn't mean alot. I seem to digress from the original outline quite a
bit as i write.  The story seems to unfold on its own.

As always your thoughts and comments are welcomed. I appreciate you
taking the time to read my story.

Billy



                    "A NEW DAWN FOR MONTGOMERY CHASE"

Copyright (c) 2005 by Billy Merritt. All rights reserved. The use is
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Author. This copyright applies to all chapters and pages of this work.
It may not be reproduced, posted, stored electronically, or archived,
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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 TWO

		      "WHAT IN THE HELL HAVE I DONE?"

Sipping his scalding hot black coffee, Montgomery was raptly watching the
morning sunrise.  Bright cascades of light flooded the now brown pasture,
making it look golden.  This was his time of day to reflect on his life.
Every morning, weather permitting he would sit savoring the acrid strong
flavor of his coffee, and think about things that were happening in his
life, reminisce or make plans for the future.  The past month had been very
hectic and quite interesting to him.  He learned things about himself that
just never occurred to him before.  First the sale of the beauty salon to
Mitzi, Carla's long time friend and employee.  She had actually managed the
business for over a year during Carla's battle with cancer.  Not wanting to
offend her, he sold it for a paltry sum, payable in extremely small
payments, never intending to collect if she couldn't pay.  He actually
wanted to give it to her, but her pride would have prevented that.  His
sister-in-law, or was it former sister-in-law now that Carla had passed, he
wondered, had completely redecorated his home.  It still had memories of
his wife, but it was a very cheerful atmosphere now.  Perfect for
remembering, and not mourning, she had done an outstanding job. She had
also done the small apartment in the barn.  It had been gutted, and an
extra room added. It was now a fairly nice place and very cozy thanks to
her decorative touch.  The carpenters had grumbled at him for insisting
they work long hours, and have it completed in a week.  He pushed them very
hard, not wanting Bill to get frustrated with not having his own personal
space.

His thoughts had returned to that night frequently.  Especially at night,
alone in his bed, then he would stroke and have another intense orgasm,
almost as good as that night.  Bill had acted as if nothing had happened,
yet he still seemed distant, and that was ok with him.  He also needed his
space to process everything.  Sometimes he would look up and catch Bill off
guard watching him.  He now allowed himself to view Bill when he thought it
wasn't noticed, and carefully noted every detail about his body, and face.
He kept looking at Bill's ass, intrigued by the fullness, and the way it
moved when he walked.  His mind would wander and his cock would get hard at
the thought of seeing it bare.  He didn't know if men actually enjoyed
getting fucked in the ass, he didn't think it would feel good that's for
sure.  The prostate exam given by his doctor was very uncomfortable.  It
was Sunday morning, and Bill had volunteered to do all the chores today and
give him a day off, if he could have the following Saturday off.  Seems
like he had an important date with a girl, a waitress at the local meat and
three restaurant.  Good for him, Montgomery thought, he needs to get out,
and have some fun.

"I think I'll go to church, I haven't been in along time. It will be good
to see my friends and neighbors."  He startled himself by not only that
thought, but that he spoke it.  Damn, I must be getting old now, I'm even
talking to myself.  Chuckling to himself he went in the house and picked up
the phone.

"Hello"

"Good morning Clay, how are you today?" he asked one of his oldest
friends. Not only had he known him a long time, he WAS old, almost 80 he
thought. No one really knew his age, and no one was brave enough to ask.
Clay spoke his mind, and had a very sharp tongue.  The only person he never
talked to in that manner was his wife, Ethel.

"You old dog, where the hell have you been?"

"I've been busy, attending to things that I neglected while Carla was sick
and right after she passed.  I've been meaning to call you.  I won't be
needing your help this year with my annual auction. I've decided not to
have one this year."

"Damn fool, why the hell not? You got the best damned horses around and
everyone looks forward to it.  Besides I'm sure you need the money."

"No, Carla had a decent life insurance policy. It's enough to keep me going
for a few years, and this will give me a whole year to get ready.  Plus,
she always did all the office work, calls, and organized it all.  All I had
to do was make sure the horses were broke enough to get through the auction
ring, and groomed show ready."

"Ethel, what to you think about having Monty over for Sunday dinner?"  he
heard him say.

"No, I couldn't put you out, you always have lunch with your grandson in
town after church."

"Nonsense, be here at 12:30, Ethel will be upset if you don't come. And you
know how I get when she is upset." Laughing at his own jab at his gruff
personality, Clay insisted.  "Ok, I'm going to church anyway, I'll meet you
there and just follow you to your house, how is that?"

"Yup" click, Clay was never one to mince words or say more than was
necessary.

Dressed, he was ready for church and walked quickly down to the barn to
inform Bill where he was going.  He saw him, at the end of the barn,
stripped of his shirt, his muscled back defined and shining from the sweat
as he cleaned out the dirty stalls.  He simply stood a few minutes taking
in the view.  Since that night, he definitely looked a men a lot
differently than before.  Suddenly Bill looked directly at him, caught off
balance.  Montgomery almost blushed.

"Bill I'm off to church and then to Clay and Ethel's for Sunday
dinner. Call me if you need anything.  And Laura sent food, it's in the
fridge, just warm it up."

"Ok" Bill nodded panting from the physical exertion.

As he turned to leave, Montgomery turned back quickly.

"I hear you have a hot date Friday and Saturday."

A fleeting expression on Bill's face looked miserable, and then he half
smiled and nodded still panting.

"Well have a good time, don't come home drunk and if you are back before
dawn on Sunday I'm gonna have to kick your ass." Montgomery joked. Turning
to leave, he missed the sad expression on Bill's face.

"You got it" he heard, something didn't sound quite right, but he dismissed
it and left.

As he left the church, he grinned to himself, the single, divorced and
widowed women had really been overly friendly.  He knew they were sizing
him up, like he did a prospective stud for his horse breeding
program. Offers of Sunday dinner abounded. He graciously excused himself,
telling them he appreciated it, but had plans already.  He deliberately
didn't specify. Keep them guessing, after all it was a small community and
everyone would know before the first fork was lifted where he was having
his Sunday meal.  He saw Clay's grandson also.  On crutches from some horse
related accident no doubt. In his late thirties, and never married, he had
been chased by every available woman and some who weren't for years.
Handsome, Tall, Blonde, always laughing, and in a good mood he livened up
the party wherever he was.

Montgomery pushed back from the table. His belly felt like it was going to
burst.  No offense Laura, he thought, but as good as you can cook, you
can't come near as good as Ethel.  This almost felt like home here.  Clay's
grandson had joined them and dinner was a laugh fest.

"Thanks Gramps, it's so good to get out of town."

"Don't thank me, thank your Gramma, and Monty here.  She insisted you come
and Monty had you ride with him. Otherwise you would have had to ride in
the bed of my pickup truck, and that ain't a comfortable place to ride."

"Thanks Gramma, I swear I think you get prettier every time I see you and a
better cook too."

"Oh you" she blushed, leaning over and bussed him on his cheek. "You say
that to all the women.  Your reputation precedes you young man" she
laughed. Talking plainly was one of her strong traits also.

Laughing they all stood as she shooed them from the dining room and on to
the front porch, refusing any help they offered.

"Clay has something he wants to talk to you boys about, now git"

"Ok Clay what is it?" Montgomery asked as he settled into the porch swing
alongside David, Clay's grandson.

"Well, just keep your mouth shut and listen to me until I'm finished" he
ordered and when he gave orders everyone listened.  He proceeded to lay out
his idea to get Montgomery to have his auction.  David needed to get out of
town and in the fresh air, he was also an expert on bloodlines, and knew
his horses almost as well as Montgomery and most everyone knew him He was
also very organized and could take care of all the arrangements.  And he
was also good with computers and could help computerize the business,
pedigrees, prices, etc. Monty could provide him with a place to live,
meals, and after the auction pay him a small salary for his work. All in
all it was what they both needed.

Montgomery pushed his hat back, scratching his head, it was an excellent
idea, until he looked over at Dave.  His blood ran hot, then cold.  How
could he live in the same house with this handsome man?  It shook him to
his toes, when he realized what he was thinking.  After all these years, he
had never given any thought to what a man looked like, only if he was
honest and trustworthy.  And now after one blow job from Bill, he was
looking at men like a silly school girl. Then he felt a hand on his
shoulder, the heat burning through his entire body. Sweating profusely, he
looked over a Dave.

"I'd like that Monty, if you would have me.  I've always liked your
breeding program and we have always gotten along just great.  I promise I
won't be a burden with this bum leg." His pleading eyes were something that
Montgomery couldn't refuse.

Ethel came out on the porch with a tray, cups of coffee, and a piece of
pecan pie for each of them.  As full as Montgomery was, he couldn't resist
the temptation.

"Ethel, are you planning on sending us to market?  Seems like you trying to
fatten us up."  He laughed.

"Lordy, no, I couldn't get much for the three of you. You're much too old
and tough, they look for tender young stock at the market" she gave it
right back at him, then turned laughing as she headed back in the house.
He reached for his pie, when he realized that Dave wouldn't be able to get
to his without standing up, so he handed him the first slice.  As their
hands touched, electricity shot up his arm, he fought to control the
shivering that threatened to take over.  Dave touched his thigh, looked
directly into his eyes, and held the gaze a bit too long.

"Thanks Monty" he quietly spoke.  Montgomery mumbled something that kind of
sounded like you are welcome.

Standing by his pickup preparing to leave, he and Dave talked about the
upcoming auction. Montgomery couldn't be sure, but he thought he was
getting signals from Dave that was more than just an interest in coming to
work for him. They would brush up against each other and he made a point
not to pull away, noticing that Dave would touch him a lot, his hands were
on his back, arms shoulders and sometimes seem to wander towards his crotch
before stopping.  It even looked as if Dave's crotch might be swelling a
bit.  This was so very confusing to him, it was new territory, and he
didn't have a map to guide him. Sometimes it seemed as if he could hardly
breathe the excitement, fear and unknown was drawing him.

Dave stepped a bit closer to him.  The scent of his aftershave, probably
old spice Montgomery thought it smelled like his, and his musky manly sweat
aroma drifted into his nostrils, causing them to flare like a stud horse
catching the scent of a mare in heat.  He wanted to rip his clothes off and
take him right there, although he wasn't sure what taking a man would
involve.  His lips, full with a very short trimmed mustache looked so
kissable, and the thought of them wrapped around his hard dick caused him
to shiver.

"Are you alright Monty, you look like you have just seen a ghost, all pale
like that."

"I'm fine, just a bit tired is all, this is first time I've been off the
place this long since before Clara died."

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to bring that up. She was a wonderful woman I
respected a lot." Dave said, as he tottered a bit, seeming to almost lose
his balance.

"It's ok, I don't want to forget her.  Do you need help getting back up the
steps? You look a bit peaked too."

"Sure if you don't mind I'd appreciate it."  One arm around his waist and
the other holding his arm Montgomery assisted him back. The heat that
passed between them was searing his skin like a branding iron. It took
every bit of control he had to act like just a friend assisting a man to
door.  At the door they paused, Montgomery held him a bit too long and Dave
seemed to lean into him a little.

"Are you going to be okay?" he forced a barely audible whisper out.

"Yea, Monty, thanks I really appreciate it." as Dave looked deeply into his
eyes, he was sure there was more.

"Well I guess I better get going, I'll see you tomorrow when Clay brings
you and your things over to get started?" Clay nodded his head not taking
his eyes from him.

As he approached the truck door, he turned back and it appeared as if Dave
was walking much better under his own power.  Puzzled he got in and drove
away without looking back.  If he had, he would have seen a lonely figure
standing on the porch in the dark with the light from inside the house
surrounding him watching as he drove away.

As he pulled into the drive, he noticed the barn lights on. Bill should
have completed the chores hours ago, what was he doing in the barn?
Cautiously he walked in, looking around. And there he saw Bill, sitting in
a lawn chair, his shirt off, and wearing a pair of shorts, drinking a beer.
The sight of him took his breath away.  He had only seen him without his
shirt a couple of times. And now he couldn't take his eyes from the
masculine muscled body. His porcelain white chest, succulent large red
nipples surrounded by a smattering of red hair almost made him drool.  He
took a deep breath and walked over.

"Evening Bill, everything ok?'

"Yea" when Bill looked at him he saw the desire again. He saw a couple of
empty beer bottles, and realized why Bill was horny.  His heart thudded in
his chest, he was craving another blow job, and didn't know how to pursue
it or if he should.  His cock was really hard he realized.  Bill just
looked at it, he was eye level with his dick and slowly reached over and
began to rub Montgomery's hardened cock.

"I want your cock Monty, I want to feel it throbbing in my mouth and
throat, and swallow you tasty cum." He was almost salivating as he said it.
Montgomery groaned and pushed his crotch against the fevered hand rubbing
it.  Bill reached over with his other hand and slowly unzipped his jeans.
Sinking to his knees he pulled down his pants and boxer shorts until they
were around his ankles, his cowboy boots showing above them.  Panting, Bill
groaned as he stuck out his tongue and began to lap at the fully engorged
head. His tongue working overtime, he licked the entire shaft then lifted
up his cock and licked and sucked on his balls.  Now that Montgomery had
been jacking off almost nightly, he wasn't so quick on the trigger, and was
able to close his eyes and just enjoy the sensations without struggling to
keep from cumming to quickly.  He reached down and held Bill's head gently
and began to slowly fuck his mouth, forcing deep in his throat.  He felt
Bill's hands rubbing his hairy thighs, his balls and rubbing his ass as he
continued to fuck his face.

"Oh god that feels good, I haven't been able to forget the first time.
Your mouth is so fucking hot, and wet." He moaned with a shaking voice. His
legs began to quiver with the intensity of it all.

Bill pushed Montgomery away, stood up and quickly dropped his shorts.  He
whispered in a lust laden husky voice.

"I want you to fuck my ass Monty." Startled he realized he wanted to fuck
him more than anything else right at that moment. Bill shuffled over to a
saddle rack and handed him some oil, and bent over the rack.

"Fuck me hard, don't be gentle, I want you to shove it in me and ride
hard." He croaked with unabated desire.

Complying quickly, Montgomery lubed his cock and squirted some on the
beautiful pink rosebud spread before him.  He had never fucked anally
before and wasn't quite sure what to do, but he did exactly as Bill
wanted. He placed the head of his cock at the opening and pushed steadily
until he was buried deep.  He felt Bill's body tense, and his sphincter
muscles squeeze his cock. Damn, he is fucking tight. He thought. He slowly
pulled out and entered.  Bill moaned deeply, sounding like an animal
growling.

"Dammit, fuck me hard.  Ride my ass Monty. Just take it. It's all yours"

Montgomery didn't need a second invitation, he fucked like there was no
tomorrow.  The hot tight wet hole squeezed with every thrust. He pounded
him frantically. Giving no mercy, he continued for what seemed like hours,
Bill vocally encouraging him on to go faster, harder. He leaned forward,
biting the neck in front of him. They were like wild beasts mating. He
marked Bill's neck in several spots before he realized what he had done.
Watching as the marks darkened, he was filled with an animalistic lust that
he had never felt before.  Somewhere within him, he kept control and didn't
cum too quickly.  Punishing Bill's hole with harsh thrust after thrust, he
maintained a fast rhythm. He didn't realize it, but with every stroke he
hit Bill's magic button inside, and was bringing him more and more
pleasure, until he was at the edge of a massive orgasm.  The muscled body
beneath him stiffened, then began to shake with a massive orgasm, the
saddle rack creaking threatening to break apart any minute. As the love
ring tightened around his cock in a vise like grip, he flew over the edge,
pounding harder, faster and more erratic.  Nature had taken over and was
making sure his seed was planted as deep as it could reach.

Exhausted he collapsed on his back, and lay there gasping for air.  Their
chests were heaving, trying to pull as much oxygen in as possible.  Still
shaking, they just lay like that quietly for a long time as Montgomery's
cock softened and plopped out.  He stood up, and saw the tears falling and
heard a quiet sob from the man beneath him.  His knee jerk reaction was to
pull up his pants and get the hell out of there and fast.  Berating himself
the entire time for what had just happened.  He didn't see the look of
desperate need on the face of Bill, but he did notice the cum dripping from
the saddle skirt and realized he had fucked the cum out of this man.

Showering before he went to bed, he scrubbed his body until it was red,
trying to wash off the feeling of his filth.  The sex wasn't what bothered
him, it was the man he thought he was becoming, using someone just to get
off, regardless of what they needed or wanted.  Exhausted he fell into bed
asleep before his head hit the pillow. A restless dream filled night
awaited him.

The morning sunrise was lackluster, the field looked a dreadful dull brown.
He frowned as he sipped his coffee, it had never tasted this bad before. He
spit it out and dumped the entire contents over the edge of the porch.  He
rubbed his scratchy face, unshaven this morning.  Nothing looked good to
him or tasted good to him this morning.  He had gotten up earlier than
usual and went to the barn before Bill got up, and cleaned the cum from the
saddle skirt, cussing himself the entire time. Then he hustled back to the
house, so he could think before he saw Bill this morning.  He had to fix
this, but the problem was he didn't know what to do or what was wrong for
sure.  Bill was too good of a man to use like this and he didn't deserve
it.

He got up and paced back and forth on the porch.  At times like this he was
tempted to start smoking again.  Unable to think clearly he stopped
watching the final darkness leave as the sun cleared the horizon. It had
never looked less appealing to him than it did right now.

"What the hell have I done?" he thought.

End of chapter two.

I hope you enjoyed chapter two.  I want this to be more than just a stroke
story. I hope I am up to the challenge.

Feel free to email me with any of your comments. I appreciate all of you
readers.  Billy