Date: Thu, 9 Nov 2006 16:46:06 -0800
From: qwb <qwb@san.rr.com>
Subject: Stonegate Stables chapter 24

TJ's donkeys quickly became the hit of the
stable, charming everyone who saw them with
their goofy noises and sweet, friendly
personalities.  We learned they were a family
father, mother, and son - and mom and dad had
once been part of a carnival that disbanded
nearby.  We named them Kukla, Fran, and Ollie
for the children's puppet show that was on TV in
the 50s.

Gabriel took to coming to work a little early,
and as he played with them, he discovered that
they still knew a few simple tricks from their
carny days.  He gave them each a bath, trimmed
up their shaggy coats, and it wasn't long before
he was entertaining millionaire owners of pricey
purebred horses with his little circus of
donkeys shaking hands, standing on pedestals
that Alejandro had knocked together for him, and
bowing when they were finished.
Ollie, the baby, always got laughs when he'd
shake his head at Gabriel whenever Gabriel told
him to do something.  I think he knew all the
tricks, but it was more fun to waggle his head
with his ears flopping around than it was to
count to three.

It was all pretty damn cute, and we ended up
building them a little pen with a shed out by
the lane, just before you got to the yard.  They
slept in a stall at night so the coyotes
wouldn't get them, but they spent the days in
their pen, getting petted and fed by anyone with
a minute to spare. Before a month was out, we
had to grade a parking area next to the pen to
keep the donkey visitors from parking all over
the yard and getting in the way.

A few days after Matt's Eddie date, I invited
Adam over for dinner, but he begged off.  "I'm,
uh, going over to Cody and Wade's for the
evening."

Interesting.  "Okay.  Well, have a good time.
They're fun."

"Yeah, thanks, I'm looking forward to it."

We said goodbye and went our separate ways as I
mulled that over.  I knew Adam had been with
Wade and Cody a few times, but not in quite a
while.  Apparently, he was expanding his
horizons now that Dylan was out of the picture.
I wondered what that meant for Matt, who clearly
felt more than a brotherly affection for Adam.

That evening as I walked into the kitchen, Matt
glanced up from the island where he was getting
salad fixings out of the fridge.  It was quick,
but I saw the flicker of disappointment cross
his face when he realized I was alone.

"Adam's busy?" he asked me in a neutral tone
that did nothing to disguise his feelings.

"Yeah, he is.  He's spending the evening with
Cody and Wade."

Matt didn't look up, but his hands slowed to a
halt as his mind processed the implications of
my statement.  Dinner was quiet, and Matt went
upstairs after helping with cleanup.  I let him
go, and for the first time since he'd come to
live
with us, his door was closed when Vincent and I
went up to bed.  I stood outside it for a
minute, wondering if I should intrude on his
obvious wish for solitude.  Vincent took my hand
and pulled me into our room, where he undressed
first me, then himself.

"Leave him be, Sean," he mumbled around a
mouthful of toothpaste suds.  "You can't fix
everything."

I knew that, but it gave me a little ache to
know that Matt was unhappy.  I didn't blame Adam
for getting back into the swing of things; I was
more irritated at Dylan for upsetting the
applecart by not returning Adam's affection.
Vincent got impatient with my mental meanderings
and dragged me down onto the bed.

"Baby, let it go."  He tugged the quilt up over
us and draped himself half over me with his face
in my neck.  I fell asleep counting the seconds
between his warm breaths washing over my skin.

I felt better in the morning, and when Cody came
slouching out of Queenie's stall the next
afternoon, I stopped to say hey.

"You guys have a good time with Adam?" I asked
as he put his tack away.

"Yup," he nodded thoughtfully.  "That boy's
gotta nice ass on him."

I laughed.  Adam's ass was one of his better
features.

"It's from all that jumping.  See?" I said,
turning halfway around and sticking my butt out
at him.  He gave it an appreciative pat, then
slid his hand deeper and gave me a good squeeze.
I squawked in surprise, hopping out of his grip.

"Jesus, Cody!"

He grinned at me and went back to Queenie.  I
gave myself a couple more squeezes just cause it
felt good, and decided to call Vincent to come
home early for a pre-dinner romp in the kitchen.

"Shit, Sean, I can't.  The Mendelssohn rehearsal
dinner is tonight, remember?  I won't be home
till ten probably."

"Well, fuck!"

He laughed at my frustrated tone.  "Call Adam if
you're so desperate . . . or Matt'll probably be
home this evening."

I was silent for a moment.  "Are you serious?"

It was his turn to pause.  "Yeah, I am.  The
longer you and I are together, and the more sure
I am of us, the less it bothers me if you do
someone we know when I'm not around. Like with
Danny."

I gave that a long thought.  "I guess I feel the
same way . . . about certain guys, at least.  I
hadn't really thought about it like that until
you just said it . . . I love you."

I could hear the smile in his voice.  "I know
you do, baby. Have a good evening, and I'll be
home as soon as I can."

I was totally preoccupied by that conversation
for the rest of the day, and Calvin dumped me on
my ass when I asked him for an extended trot and
he bucked instead.  I landed on a foot and one
hand and rolled out of it, but it's still a long
way to the ground, and I knew I'd be sore.  I
climbed back on and got the trot out of him.  He
wasn't getting ridden enough, and I knew I had
to lease him out or something to keep him from
getting too frisky.

When I hobbled into the kitchen that night, Matt
pulled out a chair and got me an ice pack for my
hip, which had taken the brunt of the impact.
He pulled my shirt off and cleaned up the
scrapes on my shoulder, gently rubbing some
lotion on them.  When he began to massage my
neck, I sighed in contentment at the feel of his
hands and dropped my head to my chest

We ate leftover goulash for dinner before
curling up on the couch together.  I was sitting
with my feet up on the coffee table, and Matt
was lying across my lap with my dick in his
armpit.  I had one hand on his chest and the
other ruffling his hair.  He was feeling
friendly and turned to kiss me during the
commercials.  The feel of his smooth body, so
different from Vincent's, got me thinking about
our phone conversation, and I started getting
hard.  Matt noticed and muttered that he wished
Vincent would hurry up and get home.

I turned off the TV and pulled Matt upright so I
could look at him as we talked.  "You want to
mess around, Matt?  Just you and me?"

He looked at me for a second, and blinked.  "Is
that cool with Vincent?  I mean, it's always
been the three of us."

"Yeah, it's okay with him.  In fact, he
suggested it since he has to work late."  I
reached out to touch his cheek. "How do you feel
about it?"

He shrugged.  "I love you both, so, yeah, let's
do it.  I was wantin' to . . . I just thought we
had to wait for him."

He turned his mouth into my hand, kissing my
palm, and then dragged his tongue up my wrist to
my inner elbow where he sucked softly.  I had no
idea the nerve endings on the inside of my elbow
were connected to my cock, but apparently so, as
my dick bounced around in my shorts.  I flopped
lengthwise on the couch as Matt worked his way
up my arm, ending up with his mouth on my
nipple, licking it to a hard peak.

I pulled him to me and kissed him, feeling the
pressure of his hands where he leaned on my
legs.  He lowered himself onto me, and I cupped
his ass in both hands, holding him tight for a
minute, enjoying the feel of his cock hardening
against mine.

Matt had taken to wearing boxer briefs, and I
slid one hand under the waistband as he pulled
himself up me, grinding our crotches together.
As he moved up my body, my hand followed the
curve of his butt, and my finger dropped into
the crack of his ass, warm with his body heat.
He arched his pelvis into me, which lifted his
butt into my hand, and my finger found its
target, soft and wrinkled.  I brought my hand to
my mouth, smelling the earthy scent of him, then
wet my hand and put it back.

We kissed for a long time as I slowly worked my
finger into him.  He moved with my hand, and
soon I was buried in him, tight in the slick
heat of his hole.  The pressure of his ass
muscles dragged against the sensitive skin on
the sides of my finger, and I lay there
imagining that feeling on my hard cock.  Matt
left my lips to breathe open-mouthed against my
neck, his body thrusting slowly onto my finger
as our cocks rubbed together between our tense
stomachs. Finally, he lifted his head to look at
me with eyes that were heavy and dark with
arousal.

"Please, Sean," he whispered.

He didn't have to tell me what he was asking
for.  He moaned as I eased my finger from him
and pulled him to his feet. Supporting him with
my arm around his waist, we walked upstairs to
my room, where I tossed a pillow into the center
of the bed and then tugged down his underwear.

"On your tummy," I whispered to him as I pushed
him gently onto the bed.

He lay down with the pillow under his lower
belly, pushing his cock and balls down where I
could get to them.  I crawled up between his
legs, pushing them further apart as I settled
in.  The light from the bedside table cast a
shadow in the cleft of his ass, but I could see
the darker circle of his hole against his pale
skin.  I wet a finger and dragged it down toward
his balls, gliding over the soft depression each
time until he was moaning and pushing into my
hand in an attempt to get me back inside him.

I got to my knees, lubed my cock well, and
positioned myself to enter him.  My initial
penetration was a slow push that eased me into
him without the shock of popping in hard, and he
exhaled in a shuddery `uhhhhhh' that made my
cock lurch inside him.  I stopped, holding his
hips still for a moment as I struggled for
control.  This was only the second time I'd
fucked him, and he felt really good; the elastic
strength of his ass held me firmly.  I had to
work hard at not shooting in the first thirty
seconds, but gradually I got used to the feel of
him and started to stroke.

I fucked him slowly for a while, just cruising
along with my eyes closed, listening to the
sucking, sliding sounds our bodies made
together, and the little moans he gave every
time he exhaled.  Just as I was about to drop
forward onto my hands, a shadow fell over the
bed, and Vincent's warm mouth settled onto the
back of my neck for a moment.

He slid his tongue up to my ear and whispered,
"You two look fucking HOT together."  He kissed
me wetly as he pinched my nipple, shooting a
zing to my nuts, and then lay down next to Matt.
"Hi, Matty.  Havin' fun?"

Matt managed a smile, then moaned as Vincent
kissed him long and deep, sucking at his bottom
lip.  Vincent rubbed Matt's back, working his
way down until his hand was caressing the smooth
stretch of Matt's hole around my swollen cock.
After a moment, he sat up to look at what he was
doing.  Having him touch us like that, just
tracing his fingertips softly along where our
bodies joined, and watching while he did it,
almost undid me, and I had to stop him after a
few minutes.

Vincent moved around behind me, where he pushed
Matt's legs together with mine outside them, and
stood straddling me.  I heard the 'pop' of the
lube bottle, and a moment later Vincent's
slippery finger slid into my ass.  He pushed me
forward so that I was lying over Matt, propped
on my elbows, and then gripped my hips.  "Hang
on," he muttered, and entered me with a quick
thrust that took my breath for a second.

Matt had craned his head around at my gasp, and
when he realized what was happening, he moaned,
"Ohhh, God . . ." and turned his face down into
his hands.

Vincent pumped a few times to get his cock
seated in my ass and then told me to start
moving again.  I began to thrust slowly while
Vincent adjusted his angle and distance so that
when I was deep in Matt, the head of his cock
was barely inside me.  When I withdrew from
Matt, I was impaled on Vincent's steel rod.

I began to move more quickly, and the feel of
having Vincent's cock up my ass while my dick
was buried in Matt's tight hole was just about
unbearable.  I stared at the wall and thought
about the donkeys and about Amanda's silicone
tits -- anything except the fact that I was
fucking and being fucked by the two men whom I
loved most in the world, but it wasn't much
help, and finally my nuts began to churn.

"Fuck," I panted.  "I'm not gonna last much
longer."

"Go for it, Matt," Vincent grunted, and Matt
pushed his hips up slightly, reaching in to grab
his dick.  He'd been hard all along, and began
to tense up after only a minute or two. By the
time he blasted into the sheets, his body
trembling in little bursts, I had my face in the
back of his neck, gritting my teeth and barely
moving.  The spasms of his ass around my
sensitive cock head flipped my switch, and I
shortstroked into him as I came in quick shots
that jerked my body.

Vincent managed to wait until I was finished,
then pulled me up tight to him, banding one arm
around my hips and the other around my chest.
He drove into me hard four or five times,
jerking me loose from Matt, then slammed in and
strained against me as he unloaded deep inside
me, his cock pulsing rhythmically.  Our bodies
were pressed so tightly together that I could
feel the contractions low in his belly against
my ass as each shot surged up from his balls.

He gradually loosened his hold on me and pulled
out as I leaned over to kiss Matt before lying
down between them. Matt dozed for a while, but
eventually, after some intense goodnight kisses,
went to his own room for the night.  I got up
for a drink of water and came back to find
Vincent propped against the headboard.  He
smiled and settled his arm around me when I
crawled up to lay against his chest.

"You got home early," I said, running my hand
down his belly to touch his soft cock where it
lay against his leg.  I know all about the
physiological mechanics of an erection, but it's
still a wonder to me to look at a soft penis,
especially one like Vincent's, which is quite
average when flaccid, yet knowing that it can
grow to become so thick and hard.

"Yeah, Tony said he'd finish up."

"You shoulda called. I'd've waited for you."

He didn't say anything for a minute.  "When I
came upstairs and saw you with Matt, I almost
went back down until you were done, but after I
watched you for a minute, I realized that all I
wanted to do was be with you, in you, while you
were fucking Matt.  It was so different than
being there from the beginning."

I smiled against his chest, where I was licking
the soft skin around his left nipple.  "Yeah, it
was a little odd to start without you.  When you
kissed my neck, I got this big rush of love and
lust for you."

He smiled and kissed me, then sat back and
looked at me soberly.  "Do you really feel like
you said on the phone? That it's okay for us to
be with someone else . . . solo?"

I was silent for a minute, making damn sure that
what I was about to say was what I truly felt.
This was a door we hadn't really opened before,
and it's always easier to not go there to begin
with, than to try to undo it later.

"Well, not quite the way you're putting it, no.
I'd be okay with it being someone we knew well,
and that both of us were comfortable with - like
Adam or Matt.  But it would have to be a
situation like tonight, when you weren't gonna
be home or I was out of town or something, not
just for the hell of it; and I'd want to know
about it beforehand. No surprises."  I paused
for a moment.  "Maybe I'm not as comfortable
with it as I thought.  I mean, I am, but under
certain conditions."

Vincent slid his hand down to my hip, running
his fingertips along the soft skin of the crease
where my thigh met my belly, bumping into the
base of my dick each time.  It almost tickled,
but he did it just firmly enough to make it
erotic.

"That's pretty much how I feel.  I've been
thinking about it off and on lately, and when
you called this afternoon, it just sort of
popped out.  The only guy I'd be a little weird
about would be TJ.  I wouldn't tell you no, but
it would . . . bother me."  He stopped for a
minute, and I could tell he was trying to decide
whether to tell me something or not. Finally, he
hugged me tighter and continued in a quiet
voice.

"Back in June, that night you told me you'd met
someone, I could hardly get any words out.  I
think I said something like 'is he the one,' and
you said you weren't sure, that you'd just met
him.  I was so afraid that I'd waited too long
to tell you how I felt, and that I was going to
lose you to him."  He paused again, and then
said really softly, barely breathing it, "TJ
frightens me."

I had become totally still as he spoke, and his
last sentence repeated itself over and over in
my head when he finished.  Vincent had always
been the more confident, less emotional, of the
two of us, and I'd had no idea that he wasn't
completely secure in our partnership.  My heart
rate had spiked up to double normal, and my
stomach was knotted as I turned to face him.

"Vincent, I care more for you than I could for
ten TJs rolled into one.  The history you and I
have together, how good we are in bed, the way
you always say just what I need to hear when I'm
upset, this . . ." I gestured to the two of us
snuggled up in bed, ". . . are things I'll never
have with anyone else.  TJ's a great guy and I
love him, but it's you I'm in love with, and who
I've chosen to spend my life with."

His eyes roamed my face as I spoke.  When I was
done, he looked at me for another long beat and
then pulled my head to his chest while we clung
to each other.  It felt sort of like the
aftermath of a fight where you're still a little
shaky, but you know it's going to be okay.
After a few minutes, he reached over and turned
the light off, pulling me along with him as he
slid down flat in the bed.  Instead of pushing
me onto my other side like he usually does so
that he could curl up behind me, he kept us face
to face, holding my hand against his chest in
both of his as we fell asleep.

I lay awake for a while, studying his face,
barely able to see him in the dim light, but he
looked sad to me, and I kissed my fingertip
before gently touching it to his mouth. He
didn't stir, and I rolled over, pushing back
against him, needing the comfort of his body
around mine.


Cody had Queenie tuned up within an inch of her
life for the Cutting Horse Nationals in
Amarillo, which began in early February with the
final round on a Sunday.  He pulled out of the
yard eight days before that with Adam riding
shotgun, which surprised me.  Despite the fact
that they played as a couple, I knew Wade was a
little possessive of Cody, and sending him off
for several days with footloose Adam seemed
unlike him.

I gave Wade a call the next day and got right to
the point. "Hey, it's Sean.  Everything kosher
with you and Cody?"

"Well, 'hello' to you, too."  There was a pause.
"Yeah, we're okay.  Cody's got the seven year
itch at five years, I guess.  He's infatuated
with Adam right now, so I'm giving him a little
space."

"Jesus, what the hell's going on?  You two are
my model couple."

"Tell me about it.  Adam came over a couple
weeks ago for the first time in probably two
years, and Cody had dinner with him another time
or two after that.  Then Cody says he needs help
driving to Amarillo, that he wants to do it in
one day, but it's 10 or 12 hours, and he needs
another driver, and - what do you know - Adam's
available.  I called him on it, and he admitted
that Adam got to him when he was over that
night.  I always thought if we played together,
this wouldn't happen."  He stopped for a minute,
and I could hear him sigh.

"We're gonna be fine, Sean.  Cody loves me - I
know that but we've been together five years,
and he was only 21 when we met, so I think he
just needs to kick up his heels a little.  I
guess I'm glad it's Adam, because I know he
won't run off with Cody, even if that little son-
of-a-bitch wants him to."

I hung up and just sat there at my desk for a
while, the sounds of the busy stable muted by
the solid stone walls. Wade and Cody had been as
solid a couple as I'd ever known until now, and
it shook me a little.  If it could happen to
them, it could happen to Vincent and me,
something I really couldn't even begin to
contemplate.  I dialed Corleone's and Vincent
answered on the second ring.

"Good afternoon, Corleone's."

"Hey, sailor, wanna have a good time?"

"That sounds like a wonderful idea."  His voice
was very professional.

"Customers nearby?"

"Yes, but we can arrange for a private party.
What did you have in mind?"

"Your big, thick, dripping cock buried to the
balls in my hot, pulsing ass?" I never talked
like that in real life and I could tell he was
surprised. There was a pause as he swallowed and
cleared his throat.

"I think we can arrange something along those
lines. Corleone's aims to please."

"And your aim has always been excellent."  I
started to laugh at that point and gave up the
charade.  "Just called to tell you that I love
you."

"I know you do.  Thank you for thinking of
Corleone's, and rest assured that I will take
personal responsibility for the success of your
special evening."

I hung up with a grin on my face and felt a
whole lot better.  Good enough, in fact, to go
ride a new horse Frank had bought, a rascally
two-year-old with the dubious barn name of
Spike, who had bucked off the trainer Frank had
hired, breaking his arm.  Frank had begged me to
give it a try, so I tacked up Spike with a
standing martingale - no guarantee that he
wouldn't buck, but it certainly helped and I got
through an hour on him with no mishaps.  Spike
moved really well, and it occurred to me that
Frank might finally have purchased a winner.

When Vincent got home that night, he came
straight to me, grabbed me by the shoulders, and
backed me firmly up against the kitchen island.
He pinned me there with his hips, gripped my
face in hard hands, then dropped his mouth to
mine and kissed the daylights out of me.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed.  "I've wanted to do that
since you called.  You know who was standing
there?  The entire goddamn Ladies Garden Club -
all twenty-seven of them watching me with nods
of approval as I assured you I could take care
of your fucking little party.  Thank Christ I
was wearing a jacket to hide my big, thick,
dripping cock."

He kissed me again, a little less forcefully
than before, but just as passionately, sliding
his hands down my arms until our fingers were
entwined.

"Lock your elbows," he said, then bent his knees
slightly and lifted me onto the island, where he
released my hands and went for my belt.  Dinner
was late, but Matt was out with Eddie the
gangster, so it didn't matter.

The rest of us had originally thought to drive
over to Amarillo, but here I was with William's
little jet (I still couldn't quite think of it
as mine) gathering dust in the hanger, so I
lined up the pilot to ferry us to Amarillo in
style.  Jesse and Ben had decided to come along,
so they joined Matt, Vincent, TJ, Wade, and me
as we climbed aboard on Thursday, humming
'Amarillo by Morning' as we stowed our bags.

The flight was uneventful, and by lunchtime we
were checked into the hotel and on our way to
the show grounds to find Cody and Adam.  There
were several big barns of gorgeous horses, so we
wandered for a while, checking out the denim-
clad cowboy butts that were everywhere you
looked.  I finally quit pointing out the good
ones to Vincent, because there were just too
many.  He turned to me at one point and raised
an eyebrow ever so slightly in a look I knew
well, and I realized we might be enjoying
'cowboy a la carte' some night this weekend.

We finally ran into Cody in the next to last
barn, where he was just putting Queenie away
after a workout.  Wade greeted him with a casual
hug, which Cody returned, although he seemed a
little reserved to me.  Adam was out
sightseeing, so we called him to meet us later
for dinner.  We hung around for a while and met
the people stabled on either side of Queenie.

On the left were a man and his wife who were
into various horsy pursuits, and had seen Adam
and me ride in Florida. The woman laughingly
inquired if I had recovered from my 'incident,'
and I assured her that everything was fine and
in good working order, while Vincent smirked at
me from behind her.  Their names were Jack and
Paula Baker, and they lived about two hours from
us.  They were there because Paula's horse was
in training with one of the cutting competitors
who had ridden him in a few practice sessions.

Their cute, blond, teenaged daughter, whose name
I didn't catch, was heavily into horses, and was
the defending state champion in the 18-and-under
amateur-owner jumper division. She had started
chatting with Matt, and I happened to be
watching him at the exact moment he realized she
was flirting.  He was surprisingly na‹ve
sometimes, especially about girls his own age,
with which he had no experience.

He straightened up from leaning against the
stall door and took a step back.  She stepped
with him, and they danced across the barn aisle
until she had him up against the opposite stall
door.  I was trying hard not to smile, but it
was tough.  I poked Vincent, who glanced at them
and then watched with interest as the girl
traced her finger along the word 'Coors' on
Matt's t-shirt, chuckling when he flinched as
she coasted across his nipple.  That was too
much for Matt, and he ducked free to come over
and wedge himself between Vincent and me.
Eventually we said goodbye and wandered back
through the barns again.

As we were walking toward the parking lot headed
for dinner, a deep, gravelly voice from behind
us growled, "I'll be goddamned if it ain't Cody
Birdwell."

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