Date: Sat, 2 Sep 2006 05:47:46 -0700
From: qwb <qwb@san.rr.com>
Subject: Stonegate, chap 15

Some of you may be interested enough to know more about the
jumps that Sean is doing in the GPs. Here's a link to a site
that explains them.

http://groups.msn.com/KnowingYourHorse/jumps.msnw

>From the previous chapter.......

     After dinner, we wandered into the den, curling up on
the couch with Vincent between my legs leaning back against
me.  I put a hand under his shirt and savored the smooth
warmth of his skin as I traced the muscles of his stomach.
As I reached for the TV remote, Vincent pulled my hand back
and brought it to his lips, kissing my palm, then folding my
fingers over his and kissing each knuckle before laying it
on his chest.
     He took a deep breath.  "His name is Ray and I met him
when I was 17. He raped me."


Stonegate Stables

Chapter 15

I'm so lost without you
I'm so lost without you
Baby, I'm so lost without you
That I can't find myself
- Little Big Town


     I felt the blood drain from my face and I got light headed
for a second.  "Raped you? Jesus Christ!"  No wonder Vincent
had never talked to me about him.

     "I was pretty wild back then, still in high school but
just barely. Good thing my old man didn't require a college
degree to bus tables."  He sighed heavily.  "I was cruising one
night and he tried to pick me up.  He was older than I liked
and looked pretty tough.  I was a skinny kid then, and he made
me uncomfortable so I blew him off.  He grabbed me into his car
later that night when I was walking home.  He had a place on
the east side of town and when we got there, he dragged me
inside and yanked my pants down.  I was fighting him by then,
but I think that just made it worse."

     He stopped for a bit and when he started talking again,
his voice was flat, as though he was speaking about someone
else.

     "I don't think he even used spit, just rammed into me and
came.  I fought him but he was a lot bigger than me and .  .  .
"  His voice trailed off and he turned sideways to bury his
face against my chest.  I hugged him tightly to me, sick about
what that man had done to him, once to the boy he'd been, and
again to the man I loved.

     "He dropped me off where he'd found me and I made it home.
I bled for a week, but I was too Goddamn scared to go to the
doctor.  A few months later, he tried to pick me up again and
this time I let him.  I guess I thought if I went voluntarily,
I'd have more control over what happened . . .  and that was
true to some degree; he was a little gentler with me.  As time
went on, I just fell into it.  He gave me money sometimes or
took me to Dallas for the weekend.  He wasn't around all the
time and he didn't bother me about what I did when I wasn't
with him, so it worked okay until I met you."  He turned to me
then with an imploring look on his face.

     "Baby, I need to tell you this.  I've wanted to for years,
but I just couldn't find the right time.  Whenever we were
together, I just wanted to be with you.  I'm sorry, Sean."  He
looked away and his hands clenched mine tightly.  "And I was
afraid you'd think that maybe I was like him somehow. Please
tell me you're not sitting there wondering what the fuck you're
doing with me."

     I shook him a little.  "You know better.  I love you.
Nothing you could tell me is gonna change that."  I kissed the
top of his head as he lay back down.

     "You're the second man who's ever fucked me and you'll
probably be the last."

     "Yeah, I sort of figured.  That meant a lot to me, even
when I didn't know the reason."

     We sat for a while longer, then he turned and crawled up
me until his nose was three inches from mine.  "I could really
use a blow job, and I bet you could, too, huh?"  He was rubbing
my crotch as he spoke and my dick confirmed his guess,
hardening quickly in his hand.  He smiled and began to kiss me,
putting some heat into it, and in seconds, my pants were off
and he was running his tongue up the underside of my cock and
sucking gently on the head.  His lip was too sore for much more
than that, but he used his hand too, circling his thumb and
middle finger snugly, and it was more than enough to get me off
quickly.  He sat there smiling at me as I tried to get my
breath back and stop my legs from trembling.

     "Jesus, it's only been four days," I said, shivering as he
licked a drop of cum from my belly.  He was still dressed,
something I remedied quickly, flinging his shirt across the
room in my haste to get down to skin.  I pushed him back on the
couch and knelt on the floor next to him so I could use both
hands.  His shorts made it to mid-thigh, just enough for me to
get my hands on him, cupping his balls in one, and guiding his
cock into my mouth with the other.  He gasped when I sucked him
in and grabbed my head for a moment.  I thought he was going to
stop me but he was just slowing me down.

     I took the hint and reined in my enthusiasm, moving up and
down on him in long, deep strokes.  Since I'd been the
"equipment", I hadn't gotten to enter the deep throat contest,
but I would have come in second so I soon had Vincent moaning
with every plunge.  When he got close, I held his cock firmly
at the base with one hand and quickly bobbed my head on just
the top of his dick, letting my lips catch on the rim.  His
moans rose in pitch until he was almost wailing, there was a
moment of silence, then he grunted deeply and filled my throat
with hot semen, pulsing into my mouth until he was drained.

     I gave him a couple minutes, then pulled him to his feet
and up to our shower.  We stayed under the warm spray, soaping
each other and kissing.  I got carried away and unthinkingly
ran my hand down his back into the crack of his ass like I'd
done a thousand times.  He stiffened, clenching his butt and
flinching away from me.  I stopped immediately but he grabbed
my arm and kept me close to him as he relaxed.

     "It's okay, just caught me by surprise."

     "God, I'm sorry.  It's just so good to be with you again.
I'll leave you alone 'til .  .  .  "

     "It's okay, babe," he assured me.  "Just go easy."  He
moved into my arms so that my hands were on his back and leaned
into me.  I soaped him again and slowly rubbed my way down to
his butt, cupping his firm brown cheeks in both hands.  I
squeezed his ass, sliding one finger gently down the center,
pausing to circle his hole very gently, barely touching him.
He was relaxed against me, kissing my neck, then I moved on to
his arms and shoulders, and soon we were in bed, curled up
together.

     I worked Saturday morning, catching up on a week's worth
of neglect. All the horses were fresh and I rode my ass off
trying to stay on them as they gallivanted around the arena.
At one point, Vincent called and suggested some sort of get
together on Sunday.  He had spoken with Dylan and Cody since
the attack, but hadn't seen anyone yet.  We settled on a
wine and cheese thing and I left him pondering the relative
merits of Californian vs. Australian wines, and making a
shopping list.  Vincent had lasagna ready for lunch when I got
home and life began to feel more normal, something I was
thrilled about.  I like things comfortable.  Not in a rut, but
I like being able to count on certain things, and Vincent in
our kitchen when I got home was one of them.

     Saturday afternoon we ran around, buying all sorts of
silly stuff for our party.  We found cock-and-ball ice cube
trays at a novelty shop, and penis pasta at the adult store
where we stopped for condoms and lube.  I made penis pasta
salad when we got home, giggling the entire time, popping
little penis pastas into my mouth, then sticking them out at
Vincent who shook his head and rolled his eyes at me but came
over and sucked one seductively from my lips. That led to sex
in the kitchen, a noisy blow job apiece, then we spent an hour
moving furniture around so we could have a table each for white
wine, red wine, food, and desserts.

     Vincent had been somewhat quiet all day and I wondered if
he was uncomfortable about facing our friends after what had
happened to him. Before dinner, we took a long walk around the
estates, holding hands, not talking much.  As we wandered
through the community gardens in the center of the development,
Vincent pulled me down onto a bench and took my hand in both of
his, running his fingers over the veins on the back of my hand.
He was silent for so long that I finally put a finger under his
chin, raising his eyes to mine.  "You okay?"

     He had an odd expression on his face and my heart lurched
a little when he said, "I need to ask you something.  I'm not
sure what you'll think."

     I stared at him for a moment, wondering what could have
him acting so strangely.  "Go ahead."

     He swallowed and licked his lips, then turned on the bench
so he was facing me.  "I want us to make it legal."

     I blinked at him.  "Texas doesn't allow same-sex
marriage," I said stupidly, totaling missing the point.

     "I know that, Sean," he said patiently.  "I mean I want a
commitment ceremony of some kind.  I want something between us,
something that tells the rest of the world how important you
are to me, how much I love you."

     He looked away for a minute, his eyes wandering unseeingly
over the gardens.  When he looked back at me, his voice was
soft.  "I thought he was gonna kill me this time.  I couldn't
stand the thought that I might die and you'd be alone, without
even a piece of paper that validated what I felt for you.  I
want my ring on your finger, Sean, and I want to wear yours.
I've thought a lot about this the last few days and it's
important to me."

     My voice quavered unsteadily but I was smiling as I said,
"Are you asking me to marry you?"

     He smiled and gently ran a knuckle up a tear track on my
cheek.  "Yes, sweetheart, I am.  If you'll have me."  He gave
me back the words I had said to him the night I told him that I
loved him and wanted us to be together.

     "Oh, God," I sputtered and burst into tears.

     He held me until I calmed down a little, sniffling and
wiping my nose on the sleeve of my shirt like a kid.  "Is that
a `yes'?" he asked.

     That set me off again but I bit my tongue hard and managed
to get out, "Yes!  Yes!  God, I'm so happy!" I grabbed him and
buried my soggy face in his neck, so incredibly glad that I had
followed my heart like Wade had advised me to.  Because I'd had
the faith to do that, I had this wonderful man who wanted me to
be his, forever and ever, amen.

     We wandered home in a daze, at least I did, talking about
what we wanted to do, who to invite, what kind of rings to buy,
who we could get to officiate.  We finally decided to have
something in the back yard in late spring, when the garden
would be coming to life.  We each wanted to buy a ring for the
other so that it would be a surprise.  By the time we got home,
we had the guest list up to about 80 people and that was just
off the tops of our heads.  We had no idea what to do about an
official, but I said I'd ask Jesse because I thought Wade had
mentioned they'd done something a couple years ago, and he and
Ben both wore rings.

     The detective called right after dinner and told us that
they had no leads on Ray and that it appeared he had left the
area.  That wasn't surprising but I had no intention of
dismissing Jesse's guys from their surveillance of the property
until that sick bastard was dead or under lock and key, so we
forgot about the call and went to bed early with popcorn and a
movie but Vincent got bored and I missed a major plot
development when my eyes were shut tight as I climaxed into his
hand.  I gave up on the movie, clicking it off and turning my
attention to Vincent, sucking a hot load out of him before
rolling to my back and pulling him on top of me.  He propped
himself on his elbows and we looked at each other for a moment.

     I smiled at him.  "Do you have any idea what you mean to
me?" I ran my fingers lightly down his cheek, stopping to
caress the corner of his mouth with the pad of my thumb.

     He looked deep into my eyes and his face clouded over a
little. "Yeah, I think I do, but don't ever stop telling me, or
showing me.  I love you, Sean.  Some days, I still can't
believe that we ended up together, like I dreamed about for so
long."  He fell silent for a moment, then spoke hesitantly.
"Are you angry with me now that you know about Ray?  Because I
didn't tell you sooner?"

     I pulled his head down to my chest.  "No, baby.  The only
thing I'm angry about is that he got his hands on you a second
time."  He nuzzled into my neck and I fell asleep like that,
with the warm, comforting weight on Vincent's body pinning me
to the bed, our soft cocks nestled together. When I woke up
several hours later, we had rolled onto our sides but we were
still close, my arm over his rib cage and his head bowed down
to my chest.

     Sunday dawned clear and sunny so we moved the party to the
jungle pool.  Jesse and Ben came early so Jesse could check on
his guys.  Adam and Dylan arrived and were hugging Vincent when
TJ got there.  Cody and Wade finally showed up, fashionably
late.  Wade had just gotten back from a week long trip and it
was obvious they'd spent some time in bed before coming over;
Cody had that just fucked look about him.  Still, Wade could
barely keep his hands off him and I intercepted several
lingering smiles between them as I moved around the party.

     I stopped being the host for a moment and found Vincent
talking to TJ and Tommy near the hot tub.  I wrapped my arms
around him from behind, kissed the back of his neck and
whispered, "It's been two whole hours since I told you that I
love you.  I don't want you to forget."

     He smiled and leaned back into me, reaching around to grip
my thighs with his strong hands, flexing his fingers into me as
he turned his head to kiss my mouth.  "I'll never forget."

     When it cooled off, we ended up sprawled around the living
room.  Cody was on the floor, leaning back between Wade's legs,
his arms wrapped up around Wade's knees.  Dylan lay on his back
on the floor with his head in TJ's lap.  Adam sat in a chair at
Dylan's feet and played footsie with him. Vincent and I took
the couch, my legs across his lap as I leaned back against the
arm.  We talked a little about the lack of progress in
Vincent's case, then moved on to Cody's chances in the cutting
horse nationals next February.  We decided to make a long
weekend of it, all of us driving to Amarillo on Friday morning
and staying at Cody's dad's place.

     Several days later, we went out to dinner.  Vincent was
quiet on the way home, but reached for my hand and held it as I
drove through the dark neighborhood.  As we got near the
community garden, he squeezed my fingers.

     "Stop for a minute."

     When I pulled over and killed the engine, he opened his
door and hitched his chin at me.  "Come on."  I followed him
into the garden and dropped down onto 'our' bench next to him.
"I've got something for you."

     He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small jewelry
box.  He turned it toward me and flipped up the lid.  Even in
the dim glow of the garden lights, I could see the dull gleam
of gold.  I looked at him in surprise.

     "I thought we were gonna wait 'til the ceremony."

     "We are.  I guess engagement rings are more a 'straight'
thing, but I needed to do something now.  This is part of the
set I'm having made."  He took it from the box and slipped it
on the third finger of my left hand. It was narrow and engraved
with a design that I couldn't make out in the low light of the
garden.

     "It's a Celtic vine.  Endless, like us."  His dark eyes
looked at me solemnly and I lost it.

     "Goddamn it, all I ever do in this garden is cry," I
whimpered through clenched teeth as tears trickled down my
face.  "It's beautiful, Vincent. Thank you."

     He held my hand, his fingers running over the ring and we
sat there 'til we got chilly, then drove home to hot chocolate
in the den.  Vincent lay on his side in front of the fire,
staring into the flames.  I was sitting on the floor leaning
against the couch, my feet in the small of his back.  He spoke
softly.  "This has been a big year for us.  Getting together,
living together, getting engaged . . ." he turned and smiled at
me as I admired my ring.

     We went up to bed and when I came out of the bathroom,
Vincent was face down on the bed.  My heart stopped for an
instant as my mind flashed back to that awful day, but then I
recognized his signature invitation and began to breathe again.
I stepped closer and looked down at him.  His ass was round and
perfect, rising up from the base of his back.  Between his
spread legs, his balls squashed out on either side of his semi-
hard cock, which was pointing toward his toes.  I could just
see the darker promise of his hole in the shadowed cleft of his
ass, and the sight of him offering himself to me sent every
drop of blood in my body directly to my cock.  I crawled up
between his legs and lay my weight down on him, rubbing my face
along his, running my hands down his arms until our fingers
laced.

     "You sure?"  I whispered and he nodded, eyes closed.
"I'll be real gentle, sweetheart, but tell me if you want me to
stop."  I worked my way slowly down, trailing my tongue along
his shoulders, stopping to kiss the burn scars.  He had decided
not to have corrective surgery and the dark little indentations
marred the otherwise smooth skin of his back.  I kissed and
nibbled on his butt for a while, wanting him to be as
comfortable as possible before I got really intimate with him.
When I parted his ass and slid my tongue down his crack, he
moaned softly and arched up to me.

     I played a long time with my mouth, licking from his hole
up to his balls, sucking my way back down.  Each time I pushed
my tongue into him, he groaned and twisted his body, trying to
get closer to me, until he was on his knees with his face in
the sheets.  The smell and taste of him had me so hard it hurt
and I squeezed my cock in one hand as I rimmed him, knowing
that soon I'd be sinking it deep inside him.  Finally I
couldn't take it any longer and pulled back, pushing him down
onto the bed again.

     I lubed us both really well and very slowly pushed one
finger a little way into him.  He held his breath for a moment,
and I stopped until he exhaled and began breathing evenly
again.  As my finger slid the rest of the way in, he lifted his
hips to take it deeper.  After a few minutes and two fingers,
he pulled away from me and rolled onto his back.  I thought he
had changed his mind and began to crawl up onto him, but he
pushed me back down and raised his knees.  I looked at him in
surprise; he had never let me take him this way.  He smiled at
me a little.  "I want to see you," he said softly.  I leaned
down and kissed him passionately, my rigid cock smacking wetly
up against my belly with each thrust of his tongue.

     I scooted up close to him and angled my hips to bring us
together.  As I pressed the head of my penis to him, I watched
his face for signs of discomfort.  He swallowed once, then
tugged on my knees, coaxing me forward.  I pushed gently into
him, stopping once, until the head of my cock passed through.
Vincent closed his eyes for a moment and took a couple deep
breaths.  I didn't move until he looked up at me again.  As I
slid into him, we watched each other.  His eyes narrowed
slightly as I sank deeper and my jaw tightened at the
incredible feel of him, hot and smooth and tight.

     "Oh, babe, you feel so good.  I like being able to kiss
you."  I leaned forward and did just that.  We fucked slowly
for a long time, neither of us wanting to bring things to an
end too soon.  When we finally did get going, I braced my arms
on either side of his chest and used the full swing of my hips
to stroke him with my entire cock.  He took it for about two
minutes, then his face contorted and he shot all over his chest
and stomach.  I only made it through his first two blasts, then
slipped out of him and added my load to the hot cum spattered
all over him.

     "Jesus Christ!"  Vincent chuckled when he had enough
breath.  "Don't tell me - let me guess.  Engagement sex,
right?"  I snorted and we staggered into the shower.

     That was the end of August.  He had the first nightmare
three days later.

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Thanks to those of you who have written recently to let me know
                              you
like the story. It's great to hear from the readers.
qwb@san.rr.com

     David of Hope - thanks for making this a better story.