Date: Thu, 27 Jul 2006 18:01:02 -0700
From: qwb <qwb@san.rr.com>
Subject: Stonegate Stables, Ch 10

Stonegate Stables
Chapter 10
Picture a fellow with his
boots shined up
A new coat of clean on his
pick-up truck
Ringin' your doorbell,
thinkin' about love
Hey, honey that's me
 - That's Me, George Straight


     The following Friday TJ spent most of the day at Stonegate
shoeing a big batch of horses that were back at the barn for a
three week break in their show schedule.  I took him to lunch
and after a morning of looking at his ass as he bent over one
set of feet after another, I couldn't resist giving his dick a
squeeze when I finally got him alone in the truck.  He clamped
his hand over mine and pushed up into me with a deep groan.
     "Fuck, I'm horny.  Adam's traveling all the time right now
and Goddamn Dylan stays in town a few nights a week." He closed
his eyes, slid down in the seat and dragged my hand up and down
his now hard cock.  That gave me an erection pretty damn quick
and since a decent restaurant was now out of the question, we
ended up eating drive-thru burgers.  Not quite what I had in
mind but since TJ was now rubbing my dick, too, I really didn't
care that much.  In fact, I barely tasted the burger.
     Mindful of my agreement with Vincent, I managed to stop
short of actually shooting but it was close.  As we sat there
waiting for our cocks to calm down, I panted, "Come over
tonight.  We gotta finish this.  In fact, just come home with
me.  You can shower there."
     The rest of the day crept by and all I could think about
was getting TJ's dick in my mouth.  I snuck him into the tack
room a couple times and kissed him silly but it just slowed
down his work so I finally left him alone and went off to
inventory tack.  He followed me home where Vincent was in the
kitchen tinkering with a new juicer or something.  I walked in
holding TJ's hand, grabbed Vincent's, who raised his eyebrows
but came along willingly, kept walking down the hall and up the
stairs where I turned on the shower and ordered them both to
strip.  After I got my shirt off, I kissed Vincent, slicked my
tongue across his mouth, turned and locked lips with TJ.  We
edged our way into the shower, kissing and stroking whatever
was handiest.
TJ didn't stand a chance now that I had him naked cause I still
                              had
the hots for him, big time.  I pushed him face first up against
the wall and proceeded to soap him from head to toe, pulling
his cock down with long, firm strokes until he was moaning
nonstop, sliding a slick finger up and down the crack of his
ass, slowing just a little over his hole but not going in, even
though he was pushing back into my hand.  I glanced at his face
once; his eyes were closed, his mouth slack, his cheek squashed
into the tile wall.  He looked like he'd had a lobotomy.

     Vincent caught our mood and did to me what I was doing to
TJ so that by the time we turned the water off, we just barely
made it, soaking wet, to the carpet outside the bathroom door
before TJ shoved me to my hands and knees, dropped to one knee
himself, dripped a big wad of spit onto my hole and pushed into
me.  It was probably the noisiest fuck I've ever heard; TJ
grunted and growled through the whole thing, which didn't take
long. Vincent knelt in front of me and stuck his dick in my
mouth which filled up both holes so I concentrated on sucking
him while TJ banged away at me, his balls slapping wetly
against me with every thrust.

     About two minutes later, TJ's decibel level doubled, he
sunk his fingers into my hips, his head fell back and he shook
through what sounded like a long-overdue orgasm.  When he
finally quieted down, he aimed his still-hard dick at my nut
and began to stroke my cock.  Vincent and I came
about the same time, the feel of his hot shots in my throat
pulling my trigger.  TJ stayed with me all the way through,
milking my cock thoroughly with his fist, which felt great, and
I was really glad I'd brought him home.  I love Vincent dearly
but it sure is fun to fuck around with someone else now and
then.

     We lay there for a while, dripping water and cum onto the
carpet from various orifices before Vincent roused himself.  He
got to his feet and dried himself off, then me, then TJ,
tossing boxers at us, so it seemed we were going to eat before
round two.  The juicer turned out to be a pasta machine,
something I'd have thought an Italian chef would avoid like a
vampire shuns garlic but he was crazy about the thing, forcing
TJ and I to watch every step of the process.  Luckily we had a
big bottle of wine to make it more interesting and before too
long we were eating cheese raviolis in pesto sauce.

     We retired to the den with coffee and lemon bars that
Maria had made that afternoon.  That kept us out of trouble for
a while but TJ wasn't going to let the evening go to waste and
soon had his head buried in Vincent's lap.  I sat behind him,
nibbling on his ass and sliding a finger in occasionally until
Vincent pushed him off and swapped places with me.
He flipped TJ onto his back, lifted his ass in both hands and
angled in.
It had been a couple weeks since the pool party and I knew TJ
had spent some time with Dylan and Adam but neither of them was
as thick as Vincent. TJ took it all in one long slide; his
tightly closed eyes and tense jaw the only clue that it was an
effort.

     "Save it for me," I told Vincent as I knelt across TJ's
belly, as far back as I could get.  I could kiss TJ and feel
Vincent's stomach bump up against my ass every time he stroked
in, pushing my cock against TJ's. Vincent gripped my ass, his
thumbs sliding between my cheeks.  The whole arrangement was
wild - my cock was in heaven, grinding between our hard
bellies; my ass was being probed by a pro; and TJ, the best
kisser in Texas, was working on my mouth.  I never wanted it to
end, but of course it finally did.

     "Get him off," Vincent grunted to me, so I reached between
us and tugged TJ to another noisy climax, coating us both with
his thick, slippery ejaculate.  Once Vincent felt TJ's ass
begin to clench around him, he pulled out, yanked me backward
and unceremoniously jammed his cock into me.

     "Make it snappy," he gritted out, groaning with the strain
of holding back.  He held me tight against him with one arm and
slid the other down my body.  As soon as he touched my dick, I
was gone and he was just a stroke later, pulsing inside me as
he rotated his pelvis against my ass.  TJ lay under us,
tweaking my nipple with one hand and gently squeezing my nuts
with the other, watching our faces as we shot.  I let my weight
down onto him and Vincent fell over sideways with a deep sigh.

"Mmmmm," TJ moaned.  "I think Adam gets home tomorrow night.  I
                              can
probably make it 'til then."

     Vincent snorted at that and we all went to bed.


     Wade's birthday was July 28th and Vincent's was August 1st
so we had a big birthday bash on Saturday the 29th.  We invited
all sorts of people including everyone's parents, some co-
workers, and Maria and her family.  I had it catered with a
barbeque wagon and a bartender so none of us would have to
work.  We got it rolling in the early afternoon so that the
older folks and kids could have a good time before it got too
late.  About 50 people showed up including a couple that Wade
knew from work, Ben and his partner Jesse.  Ben was a financial
analyst at Wade's firm, mid-30's with curly brown hair and nice
green eyes.  Jesse owned a private security company and was
probably 40 or so.  He was ex-military and looked it with
buzzed hair and a rock hard body, impressive even in baggy swim
trunks and
a t-shirt.  He was pleasant but a little aloof and very
observant, and I couldn't help but wonder if the guy ever let
himself relax.  Wade had told me that he and Ben had been
together for about six years, and I noticed that each wore a
silver band on his left hand.

     We had a great day; everyone ate too much, drank a little,
swam a lot, got some sun, and met new people.  By 8pm, only my
guys, Ben and Jesse were left.  We moved down to the jungle
pool and really relaxed.  Never the shy one, Dylan shucked his
suit first thing, as usual.  Adam joined him and before long,
all nine of us were naked and clustered around the hot tub, in
it or sitting on the edge.  Ben was in the tub leaning back
between Jesse's knees and it was easy to see how well they fit
each other.  They reminded me of Vincent and me.  Jesse's body
was amazing; not gym muscles, but real world, don't fuck with
me muscles.  Wade told me he had been in the Special Forces.  I
wasn't surprised; he had the look of a man who could stay alive
by his wits.

     TJ was starting to feel like one of the gang by now.  In
the five weeks since he'd first fooled around with Dylan and
Adam, he'd spent a lot of time with them together and singly
and had spent the night with Vincent and me one other time
since the pool party.  I didn't know if Jesse and Ben were
monogamous as a couple, but it seemed as though Ben was eyeing
TJ with a little bit more than idle curiosity.  TJ, so far, was
clueless.  Cody, Dylan, Vincent, and I were all in the tub with
Ben between Cody and me. Wade was sitting behind Vincent, TJ
behind Cody, and Adam had his feet dangling between me and
Wade.  We talked about all kinds of things, wandering from
topic to topic as someone asked a question or told a story. Ben
had ridden as a kid and asked me about Stonegate, and what it
was like to compete.  That led us off into the story of my
accident, which earned me a long contemplative look from Jesse,
which I returned curiously.

     Everyone decided to stay when we called it a night around
11.  Vincent walked up to the house with everyone but Ben and
Jesse, cause I was putting them in the cabana.  When Ben
wandered off to look around inside, Jesse turned to me, running
those vigilant eyes over my face before gripping my shoulder
with one hard hand.  I tensed up a little, wondering what was
up with this guy.  He leaned closer so that our faces were
about a foot apart and spoke quietly.

"You ever need something, anything, you call me."  It was more
                              an
order than a statement and I nodded obediently, too caught up
in his intensity to do anything else.  He stared at me a second
longer, then released me and smiled.  "Thanks for inviting us.
You got a neat place here and good friends.  See you in the
morning."  He disappeared into the cabana and I stood there for
a moment, staring at the door, wondering what the hell just
happened.

TJ had been lured away or maybe abducted by Wade and Cody so it
                              was
just Vincent and I tonight.  He was already in bed reading, but
lay down his book when I came into the room.  I must have still
had a perplexed look on my face cause he frowned at me.
"What's the matter?"

     I shook my head and told him about my little conversation
with Jesse. He looked back at me, blinking.  "Why would he say
something like that to you?"

     "Beats the shit outta me, but I'd rather have him on my
side than not, I guess.  He owns that security company.  Maybe
that's his way of drumming business."  We shrugged it off and I
climbed in beside him, lowering my weight onto him as he
reached up to wrap his arms around me.  e lay there for a
while, kissing, moving against each other a little, but not
working very hard at it, just letting things heat up on their
own; which they did nicely, ending up with me on my belly
impaled by Vincent's cock.  We don't often do it that way, so
it was different to have him hanging over me, kissing my back.
It was very passive for me, and I really got into just laying
there while he did his thing, although I missed being able to
watch
him and kiss him easily.  Finally, he pulled me up so that I
was on my knees and elbows, and got to work with one hand
gripping my hip and the other wrapped around my dick.  I was
distracted, I guess, and wasn't getting there fast enough to
suit him cause he flipped me over, slid back in, and banged the
hell out of my prostate.  It only took about ten strokes 'til I
moaned and started gushing onto my stomach.  Vincent gave me a
tight smile of approval and pulled out just in time to add his
load to mine, wincing a little each time he shot.

     Morning announced itself with the smell of coffee and
bacon wafting up the stairs.  We smiled at each other and
trotted down in boxers to find everyone in the kitchen already.
Seems like we're always the last ones up the next morning.
Jesse gave me a nod, which I returned.  After breakfast, we
swam for a while, and then everyone started heading home.
Eventually it was just Vincent, Ben, Jesse, and I.  We sat
around the pool making idle conversation `til Ben and Vincent
got too warm and hopped back in the pool. I turned to Jesse.

     "What did you mean last night?"

He glanced at me, then off across the field, and his expression
                              was
somber.  He turned back to me and sighed.  "Sometimes I get
feelings, hunches.  I don't usually speak up but I had one
about you and it was strong enough that I decided to tell you."
He shrugged a little. "Sometimes nothing comes of it, but
mostly something does.  I wanted you to know that if you need
help, the kind I can provide, you only need to ask."

 "Something bad?" I asked, trying to read his face.  I felt a
                             chill
despite the warm day.

     He glanced at me again.  "Well, if it was good, you
probably wouldn't need me, would you?"  He shook his head and
stood up.  "Look, don't get all rattled.  It may be nothing,
but my batting average is pretty good."  He raised his hands in
a gesture of surrender and cannonballed into the pool, almost
drowning Vincent who got caught in the resulting tidal wave.  I
watched him thoughtfully for a bit, but couldn't make any more
of it than what he'd said.  I didn't know of anything that was
looming on the horizon to bite me in the ass, but you never
know.  I tucked the offer of his help away in a corner of my
mind, just in case.  They took off soon after that with
promises to keep in touch.

     Life was good and over the next couple of days, I forgot
about Jesse's prophecy of doom.  One evening, I came home to a
dark house and was surprised at how let down I was, not be
greeted by Vincent's warm, deep 'hey, babe'.  I couldn't recall
that he said he'd be busy, but it looked like I was on my own.
I unsaddled Zena slowly and wandered up to the house, not
thrilled at the idea of a lonely dinner by myself.  It made me
realize again how much I loved us being a couple, having him
there to come home to, being greeted with a hug and a kiss.  I
toed off my boots at the door, slouched into the kitchen, and
went toward the fridge for some wine.

 As I lifted my head, I saw a single votive candle burning on
                              the
counter.  I stared at it for a moment, not realizing its
significance. Maria had left a candle burning all day?  That
seemed unlikely.  I walked over to blow it out, and as I got
closer, I saw that it was holding down a little note.
Vincent's handwriting instructed me to pour myself a glass of
wine and follow the candles.  Smiling now, I poured a glass and
took a big sip.  I stood still for a moment, listening, but the
house was silent, and I had no idea where he was or what to
expect.

 I walked to the door of the kitchen and peered down the long
                             hall.
About twenty feet away, in the center of the hall, sat another
candle with a second note.  "Take off your shirt, slowly,
button by button."  As I complied, I closed my eyes and rubbed
my hand over my chest, feeling my nipples harden as my fingers
brushed over them, imagining it was his hand. Just outside the
door to the den, a third candle and note told me to get
naked and come inside.  By the time my pants dropped to the
floor, I was semi-erect with anticipation.  The room was dark
except for a few more candles and I stood in the doorway for a
moment letting my eyes adjust.

     Vincent was standing on the far side of the room, leaning
against the wall, ankles crossed.  He was naked, a glass of
wine in one hand and his balls in the other.  His penis was
full and firm but still hanging down. When he knew that I saw
him, he didn't touch himself but swelled gradually to full
erection, his cock rising to stand rigidly out from his body.
The reflection of a candle flame shimmered in the glistening
drop that welled from his slit.  This explicit and unmistakable
display of his desire for me said more than words ever could.
He was watching me intently, his eyes dark and locked onto
mine.  As I stared back at him, Right Where I Am by Alabama
began to play.  I listened to the lyrics as Vincent sat his
wine down and crossed the room to take me in his arms.

And right where I am
Is where I wanna be It's all I want It's all I need
Forever in your arms It's alright with me
'Cause right where I am's where I wanna be

     We danced slowly, our embrace loose so that we could look
at each other.  Vincent didn't smile, just ran his gaze over my
face as though he was memorizing every curve of my cheek and
jaw.  Soon he closed his eyes and pulled me closer, pressing
his face to mine.  As the song ended, he kissed me slowly and
tenderly, gradually deepening the kiss until we were both
breathing hard and grinding our bodies together.  He must have
set up the CD player for just that song because the room was
silent now.  When our kiss ended, he held me tightly, burying
his face in my neck and I could feel him trembling just a
little.  We stood there for several minutes as the emotion of
the moment built between us.

     Our bellies were slick with precum as we began to move
against each other.  Vincent lowered us to the floor and lay on
me with one leg between mine, wrapping his hands under my
shoulders.  He still hadn't said a word; everything he felt was
in his face as he looked down at me, rolling his pelvis against
mine.  Our hard cocks glided through the warm, tight press of
our stomachs, each stroke accompanied by our sighs and moans.
My hands gripped his solid back, the muscles rippling under my
palms as he moved on me.

     When he lowered his head to kiss me, I knew I wouldn't
last long.  The whole evening - the disappointment when I
thought he wasn't home, the growing anticipation as I followed
his notes, the thrill of seeing him naked and hard with wanting
me - had brought me to a state of urgent arousal.  I wrapped my
leg over his and began to pump hard, panting with need.  He
joined me and we bucked against each other until I cried out
and flooded our bellies.  The feel of my hot cum on his cock
brought Vincent to a hard orgasm just a few strokes behind me.
His harsh groans filled my ears as he ground against me,
jerking with each pulse.

     When he was still, he raised his eyes to mine as a soft
smile widened his mouth.  "That's one of the ways I love you,"
he said.

     "There are others?" I asked him, smiling back.

     "Mmm, yeah," he murmured, nuzzling my face with his nose
and mouth.
We lay there for a while, savoring the quiet of the house and
the feel of our bodies so close together.  Too soon, Vincent
pulled me to my feet and led me upstairs to the shower.  We
washed each other while Vincent tickled and fingered my soapy
ass until I was ready to bend over right there, but he just
smiled and pushed me under the water to rinse off.

     Dinner was Maria's enchiladas with the sangria that we
kept on hand by the gallon in the summer time.  We ate in the
den, cross-legged on the couch, facing each other and talking
about our day.  Vincent was worried about his dad.  Running
three restaurants was wearing him out, but he wouldn't hear of
maybe selling off one or two of them.  I was having problems
with a big mare that Amanda had purchased despite my
reservations. She was a strong jumper, but head strong and too
used to getting her own way.  After dinner, we walked hand in
hand down to the hot tub where we lounged until it was full
dark.  The sky was clear, filled with stars and a meteor shower
was passing over.  As we watched, shooting stars streaked
across the dark sky.  Out there in the tub, far from the lights
of the house, it seemed like a private show for just the two of
us.

When the falling stars slowed, I pulled Vincent out of the tub
                              and
into the cabana under the waterfall.  We kissed and touched for
a long time, desire building slowly, until Vincent rolled me to
my stomach and held my wrists to the bed, as he roamed his
mouth over my shoulders and neck.  His erection dipped to my
back now and then, leaving cool traces of precum behind.  The
wet warmth of his tongue sliding down into my ass had me
moaning and lifting my hips to him.  Vincent let go of me long
enough to shove a pillow under me, then gripped my thighs and
opened me to his mouth. As I've mentioned, he is very good at
rimming, taking his time, teasing with flicks and circles,
pressing in a little, just enough to make me beg for more.  The
sounds his mouth made sucking and licking me, were incredibly
erotic and my leaking dick twitched and jerked constantly.

     When he had me moaning non-stop, desperate to impale
myself on his tongue, he moved in close behind me and pulled me
up to my knees.  With one arm tight around my chest, he pushed
his cock between my legs and slowly dragged it back until it
slipped into me.  He tucked his hips under as I groaned and dug
my fingers into his thighs, pulling him closer.  That first
moment of penetration is amazing; deeply satisfying in a primal
sort of way; the slight initial discomfort only intensifying
the incredible pleasure that follows.

     He brought both hands to my chest, brushing lightly over
my nipples at first, and then rolling them slowly between his
thumb and the side of his finger.  He timed the twists to
coincide with his thrusting so that the sensations merged and
it felt like my entire body was pulsing to the beat of his
cock.  When I began to shake with arousal, Vincent clasped me
tightly to him for a moment, then put one hand down and lowered
us to the bed.  He lay on top of me, our bodies moving in
counter point as he drew his hands along my arms and down my
sides to my hips, pushing his hands under me to hold my cock.

     I begged him to finish me.  Instead, he handled me just
lightly enough that I was achingly ready, but not quite there.
He kept me hanging for what seemed like hours before he slid
slowly free, pulling one of my legs across in front of him to
put me on my back.  He pushed my knees to my chest and entered
me smoothly, inching forward, pressing his way to full
penetration.  I looked up at him as he wrapped his hands low
around my thighs and began to thrust.  His eyes were closed,
his head thrown back, the cords in his neck taut with the
effort.  His mouth was open and sweat trickled down from his
hairline, over his jaw, leaving tracks like tears on his dark
skin.  The hair on his chest had matted into damp curls from
laying on me and his muscles flexed deeply each time he pulled
me to him.

     He slowed his stroking to long, deep glides that took him
almost completely out of me, then fully back in, slowly enough
that I could feel the contours of his thick cock on every nerve
ending in my ass.  A string of precum dangled from my dick and
my poor nuts were swollen and throbbing. I knew I'd blow the
minute either of us touched my cock, so I kept my hands tight
on Vincent's legs, willing myself to last until he let me go.

     He finally released my legs, dropping forward over me onto
braced arms and when I opened my eyes, he was watching me.
"Ready, babe?"

     I was beyond rational speech by then and could only moan.
"Ohhh, God . . . "

 He smiled as a drop of sweat fell from the end of his nose to
                              my
chest.  "Then do it.  Come for me, baby."

     His words freed me and I wrapped one hand around the back
of his neck and touched the tip of my penis with the other.  I
glided one wet finger lightly down my cock, holding my breath
as I felt my orgasm rolling up from my testicles.  When it
burst from me in short ropey streams, it was all I could do to
maintain eye contact with Vincent.  His face contorted in
empathy and then he was gone, too, shuddering over me as his
body tightened with each contraction.  As he swelled within me,
I found my voice.  "I love you," I whispered to him as he
emptied himself.

   When he was finished, he lowered himself to me, sliding a
                           little in
the slick of cum I'd coated my belly with, until he softened
and slipped from me.  I rolled us until we were on our sides;
then leaned into him so that our foreheads touched.  "That was
another way?" I asked.

     His eyes were closed, but he smiled and nodded, his nose
bumping into mine.  I kissed him and said, "I guess I better
think up a few ways to show you, huh?"

     He opened his eyes then, pulling back so that he could
look at me.  "I already know."  His face was solemn, his eyes
full of the passion and love he felt for me.  We looked at each
other for a long moment, and then kissed gently, almost
tentatively, feeling our way.  It was one of those all too rare
moments between two people when everything is simply perfect.

     The memory of that night would prove to be the only thing
that got me through the next few months when our lives changed
so drastically.


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