Date: Thu, 16 Nov 2006 17:05:42 -0800
From: qwb <qwb@san.rr.com>
Subject: Stonegate Stables chapter 25

We all turned to face a bearded guy in his mid-
40s, big like Wade.  His face was weathered and
creased, and he had a bit of a belly starting,
but he looked pretty good.  Cody was staring at
him in delight.

"Levi?  Jesus Christ, it's been years.  How the
hell are ya?"  He stepped into Levi's
outstretched arms and almost disappeared as Levi
wrapped him up tight.

They hugged longer than necessary to just say
Hi, and when Levi began to chew on Cody's ear
lobe, Wade stepped forward and settled a meaty
hand onto the back of Cody's neck, sliding his
thumb in next to Levi's whiskery chin.

Levi pulled his mouth off Cody, rolled his eyes
up to Wade's smiling-but-not-anused face, and
said in a stage whisper to Cody, "Who the fuck
is that?"

Cody laughed and pulled free, dragging Wade's
hand down onto his chest to pull Wade close
behind him.  "Levi, this is my partner, Wade
Morgan.  Wade, Levi Garrett, an old family
friend."

"Partner?"  Levi said, raising his eyebrows
almost off his forehead.  "You went and got
married?  Well, fuck."

Wade and Levi shook hands, and then Cody
introduced the rest of us.  Looked to me like
Levi was a bit more than a family friend, but he
seemed like a nice enough guy, so we invited him
to dinner.  At the restaurant, Wade defined his
territory a little more by maneuvering Cody so
that I was on one side of him and he was on the
other, with Adam and Levi across the table.  As
we worked on our first round of drinks, Levi and
Cody caught up.

Levi had rodeoed with Davis, Cody's daddy, for
years, hauling their horses from one dusty
fairground to the next, and sleeping in the back
of the truck when they were too broke for a
cheap motel.  They team roped together - Davis
heading while Levi heeled - and they went to the
World Finals six times, winning two of those
times.  Davis' horse, Ticket, was heading horse
of the year three times, finally retiring to a
well-deserved life at pasture with lifetime
earnings of $2.1 million.

(go here to read about team roping
http://www.ustrc.com/Roping101/  )

They'd parted ways when Levi went home to run
his uncle's feed business in Wyoming, but they
kept in touch and visited each other once a year
or so.  Cody had spent a summer with Levi when
he was nineteen, and they'd apparently had a
pretty good time.  Wade listened to all this
with a calm expression and a hand firmly planted
on Cody's thigh.  Levi had recently sold the
feed business and hit the road with a hefty bank
account and a couple horses.  He was here this
week competing in the adult amateur division and
drumming up clients for his colt starting
business.

Matt was fascinated with Levi and smiled at all
his rough talk and rowdy stories, but Levi
seemed oblivious, which was fine with me.  I
wasn't about to let Matt run off with a total
stranger for the night, no matter how amusing
his stories.  When the party moved to the bar
next door, Adam offered to take Matt out for
some non-alcoholic nightlife and they left.
Cody watched Adam leave, and Wade watched Cody,
while I watched Wade.  I felt like the end
domino.

It was unsettling to see their relationship
struggling a little, and I put a hand on
Vincent's leg.  He turned to look at me with a
half smile and lay his hand over mine, pressing
my fingers into the meat of his thigh.  He kept
his eyes on mine for a long time, just gazing
steadily at me, and I felt my chest tighten.  It
was an odd moment, intimate and loving, but then
the waiter brought our drinks and it was over.

We got back to the hotel around midnight and
went to bed. Matt's room and ours were on a
different floor than everyone else's, so I have
no idea who ended up with whom, but I'd be
willing to bet that Wade and Cody went home
together, alone. I didn't check up on Matt,
knowing that he was safe with Adam.

We all met for breakfast around nine.  Cody had
already left for the barn, so Wade sat down next
to me with a slight smile that only got wider
when I looked more closely at him. "Well?"

"Nothing."  He tried to wipe the grin off his
face without much success.

"Cody happy to see you?"  I ventured.

He chuckled.  "Yeah, we had a good night.  I
guess they talked a lot on the drive here.  Adam
told him to quit being a jerk, and got his own
room.  They didn't fuck around after they got
here, so Cody was ready to blow the minute I got
his jeans off."  He sobered up a little.  "We're
okay, Sean."  He didn't offer any more, and I
let it drop, happy that they had apparently
talked it out.


The first semi-final cutting round was at one
pm, but Cody didn't figure he'd ride till around
three, so we went to the Panhandle-Plains Museum
for a few hours - the largest history museum in
Texas, full of fascinating artifacts and
displays.  We had a late lunch, and headed back
to the show grounds to watch Cody do his cow
thing.

Queenie was on her game, and Cody rode her to a
second overall finish for the day, which he was
satisfied with.  By the time he got her put away
and showered off the dust, it was six, so we
found another good restaurant and ate too much.
We decided to walk it off, wandering around
downtown taking in the nightlife.

Along the way, we ran into the daughter of the
couple next to Queenie with her posse of boys
and girls around Matt's age.  She introduced
herself to me again (her name was Katie) and
chatted politely for a few minutes.  They seemed
like decent kids, and when they invited Matt to
go with them for the evening, I let him, making
sure his cell phone had a full charge, and that
he had enough money for a cab, just in case.
They were headed for the mall, and I was a
little surprised that he wanted to go after his
experience with her the day before, but he stuck
his hands in his pockets and wandered off with
them.

About nine we found a bar that seemed okay.  It
definitely wasn't a gay bar, but there was
enough of a mix that we blended in okay.  By the
time we'd been there an hour we'd identified a
few other homos in the crowd and had quit
worrying about the occasional affectionate
touch.  I'm just a toucher by nature and can't
go long without putting a hand on Vincent's leg,
or patting Adam's arm as I laughed at something
he said.

As Vincent walked towards the washroom, I saw a
guy wearing a big black Stetson stop him for a
moment.  They spoke briefly, Vincent gestured my
way, and they both smiled at me.  Vincent winked
as he turned away, and I gripped my drink a
little harder.  It looked like cowboy night
might be tonight.  We hadn't discussed it, but
after Vincent's eyebrow yesterday afternoon, I'd
been wondering if he'd actually do anything
about it.  As a couple, we'd never been with a
total stranger, and the thought had me half-hard
in about three seconds.

We were definitely exploring the boundaries of
our relationship as we settled into the security
of knowing each other well.  So far, I was okay
with the direction Vincent was taking us.  He
and I talked easily about sex, about the things
we did with each other and with other people,
and I never felt pressured by him.  Our
conversations were always a two-way street, and
as long as we were communicating well, I was
willing to follow where he led.  Didn't somebody
once say that the ideal relationship consists of
one-third communication and two-thirds
fornication?

When Vincent came back, he had the Stetson in
tow and parked him next to me, squeezing in a
chair so that we couldn't help but rub legs
under the table.  Vincent gave me a quick,
intent look as DeLaCroix Boudreaux introduced
himself to everyone.  He was from the bayou in
Looozianna, as he pronounced it, and had come to
Amarillo for the Quarter horse sale tomorrow
night.

He was a big boy, probably 6'3", 235 or so,
muscular as hell, and turned out to be a calf
roper and a steer wrestler, or bulldogger, as
it's sometimes known.  At twentyfour years old,
he was in the prime of his rodeo career, and
looking for a good horse or two to add to his
string.  He had dark hair, curling slightly over
the collar of his shirt, and big brown eyes with
long lashes.  He was fairskinned with a full
lower lip and a deep dimple when he smiled.
When he gazed at me from under the brim of that
big black hat, I fell in lust.

We drank and swapped stories and even danced a
little, keeping it PG-rated so as not to offend
the tourists.  Del was in the same hotel we
were, so he walked back with us when we called
it a night around eleven.  I had a wet spot on
the front of my jeans from my dripping cock, and
couldn't wait to get Del naked so I could run my
hands over the bulging muscles that strained the
fabric of his shirt.

Everyone peeled off to go to their own rooms as
the elevator went up, but Del stuck with Vincent
and me as we said goodnight to Wade and Cody,
then Adam and TJ, then Ben and Jesse.  I opened
the connecting door to Matt's room, where he was
sleeping peacefully, and when I turned around,
Vincent was removing Del's western shirt snap by
pearl snap. A sexy wedge of dark hair fanned out
to his nipples, already hard in anticipation.

I stepped close and circled my finger lightly
around one brown nub, causing him to tighten his
jaw and close his eyes briefly before leaning
toward me to slide his tongue along the seam of
my mouth.  My lips parted, and he closed his
mouth over mine, kissing me softly at first,
then deepening it as I responded.  He lifted off
his hat as we kissed, setting it carefully on
the dresser.

Vincent reached for Del's belt and Del broke the
kiss as he shrugged out of his shirt, his arm
and shoulder muscles flexing deliciously under
his smooth, pale skin.  Vincent turned to me,
holding me with his eyes as he tugged my shirt
out of my jeans, then over my head, tossing it
out of the way.  Del had moved around me and was
unbuckling my belt from behind, mouthing my neck
as he undid my jeans.  When he got to the last
button, he put both hands on my chest and slowly
rubbed his way down my body, breathing softly
against my neck.  I reached back to wrap both
hands around his ass, pulling his dick tight
against me and grinding back into him.

Vincent had been undressing while he watched us,
and now he came to me, dropping to his knees in
front of me and nuzzling into the crotch of my
jeans.  I was so hard by this time that I needed
someone to do something with my cock, but as I
reached for it, Del pushed my hand away and slid
his palm down into my shorts.  As his big,
callused hand closed around my penis, I
shuddered with pleasure and lay my head back
against the rocky pillow of his pecs.

He squeezed me a couple times, and then pulled
my erection free as Vincent shoved my jeans down
my thighs.  Del aimed my cock at Vincent's mouth
and he sucked it in, going clear to the bottom
on the first slide as I arched back into Del.
Vincent blew me for a minute or so, but I pushed
him off and pulled him to his feet.

"Fuck, I'll be done in thirty seconds at this
rate," I panted, and Del laughed as he toed off
his boots and dropped his jeans to the floor.
He had a cock to match the rest of him, thick
and muscular, reminiscent of Danny's, but a
little longer and not quite as fat, with a
slight left curve.  His nuts swung low as he
walked backward toward the bed, pulling me by
the arm.  Vincent came along, since I had his
balls in one hand and a nipple in the other.

In my experience, guys the size of Del usually
like to top, but it was clear pretty quickly
that he wanted to get fucked.  He flopped onto
the bed on his back, then turned around so that
his head hung off the edge.  He pulled me over
to straddle his face and bent my cock down to
his mouth.  I leaned forward to brace myself on
his chest, feeling the mounds of muscle shift as
he reached a hand up to play with my balls.

Vincent had climbed onto the bed and shoved
Del's knees back, exposing his ass.  As Vincent
began to rim him, Del lost his concentration on
my cock and lay there for a minute with his eyes
closed in an expression of pure bliss - my cock
just lying in his open mouth.  I knew the
feeling.  I reached for him, stroking him with a
wet hand, and he came back to the living,
slurping my dick down his throat and tugging on
my balls.

We changed around a little, but eventually
Vincent pulled Del to the edge of the bed and
put him on all fours, greased up, and pushed on
in.  Del hung his head and breathed heavily as
he got used to Vincent's cock in his ass,
dropping to his elbows when Vincent began to
thrust.  I watched for a minute, my eyes locked
onto the sight of Vincent pumping away at this
big, beautiful cowboy.

I crawled onto the bed and lay down on my back
under Del's face so I could kiss him.  Each time
Vincent drove into him, his cock slapped up
against his belly, smacking wetly into the
swirls of precum-soaked hair that trailed down
from his bellybutton.  He kissed pretty good,
but the sound his cock made was irresistible, so
I slid further under him until we were in a 69
position.



Vincent was fucking him steadily, and from where
I lay, I had a view of Del's nuts banging back
and forth, Vincent's cock sliding in and out of
Del's ass, and a glimpse of Vincent's face each
time he withdrew.  Vincent's eyes were closed,
and the look of concentration on his face - a
look I knew very well - brought me almost to the
edge.  Del chose that moment to suck my dick
into his hot mouth, so I returned the favor,
losing myself in the sounds and sensations of
the hottest three-way I'd ever been in.

When Vincent's breathing increased to the point
where I knew he was close, I crawled out from
under Del and stood up on the bed, straddling
Del's back to face Vincent.  I grabbed my
slippery dick and started to stroke quickly,
wanting to shoot with him, if possible.  He
leaned into me, pinching my nipple and licking
just the tip of my cock as I felt my balls
tighten in the familiar prelude to orgasm.

Del had been yanking his own dick, and just as I
felt myself pass the point of no return, he let
loose a roar and spewed cum all over the place,
splattering my feet and lower legs. I gripped
Vincent's shoulder tightly and unloaded onto
Del's ass just as Vincent's face contorted with
the force of his climax.  He was silent except
for a soft grunt each time his cock jerked, but
he was trembling, and I knew he was cumming
hard.

He slowly loosened his hold on Del's hips,
leaving behind red indentations that I figured
Del would still be able to see tomorrow, and
withdrew after his cock had softened enough.  I
was sitting on the bed by this time, holding my
nuts, which still ached a little.  Del had
collapsed face first into the bed, moaning
softly, when Vincent came back from the bathroom
with a few towels.  I wiped my cum off Del,
admiring the rounded perfection of his butt,
until he rolled over and sat up, smiling at us.

Tugging on his still semi-hard dick, he drawled,
"Ya'll boys really know how to fuck."

For some reason that struck me funny, and I
looked at him and chuckled.  He grinned back,
the dimple drilling a hole in his cheek, then
got up, kissed us both, and started to get
dressed.  He settled the Stetson back on his
head, gave Vincent's dick a soft squeeze, and
was out the door.

We got cleaned up a little and climbed into bed,
careful to remove the sticky bedspread first.  I
really wonder what the maids think sometimes.
After we'd settled into our usual
positions, Vincent kissed the back of my neck
softly, then asked me, "What did you think about
all that?"

I thought about the evening - my little shock of
realization in the bar that Del might be coming
home with us, my excitement and eagerness to get
him naked, Vincent's face as he fucked Del - and
said truthfully, "It was hot as fuck."

Vincent chuckled against my neck.  I thought he
might want to talk about it more, but he just
tugged me closer with an arm around my chest,
and I knew we were done for tonight.

Cody was third to go on Saturday, so we ate a
quick breakfast and went to the arena in time to
see the opening ceremony, which included a drill
team of twenty girls on flashy pintos who rode
amazingly complicated patterns at a speedy lope.
Having made my living going fast on a horse, I
had a lot of respect for the time and practice
necessary to do what they were doing and make it
look easy.

Matt had been quiet at breakfast, and as the
cowgirls ran out of the arena, I turned to him.

"So - how was last night?"

He continued to gaze at the empty arena as he
spoke. "Interesting.  I've never been around
normal kids my own age much, just talking and
hanging out like that.  It was kinda fun."  He
paused for a moment, and then turned to me.
"She kissed me."

"Katie?"  I could feel my eyebrows shoot up into
my hairline, and quickly forced them back down.

He nodded.  "Yeah.  After we were at the mall
for a while, one of them asked me if you were my
brother, cause you didn't look old enough to be
my dad.  I told them about you and Vincent, that
you were gay, and then another guy asked if I
was queer, too.  I told them the truth, and they
didn't seem to care much one way or the other.
Katie asked me if I'd ever been with a girl, and
when I told her no, she asked if she could kiss
me."  He shrugged one shoulder.  "I said yes."

He'd turned back to the arena while he was
speaking, and I looked at his profile.  He was
so mature in many ways and yet so much a kid in
others.  He'd told me one time when we'd been
talking about his past that all of his sexual
experiences had been with men, all of them years
older than himself.  I wondered if he was
questioning his sexual orientation, never having
had a chance to see if he liked girls or not.

"How did it feel?"  I asked him.

He shrugged a little.  "Okay.  Her mouth was
really soft, and she smelled good, but it didn't
excite me, if that's what you mean.  She didn't
kiss nearly as good as you or Adam.  OR TJ," he
added.  "Did you ever .  .  .?"

"Have sex with a woman?  No.  I came close a
couple times, but sanity prevailed.  Are you
thinking about trying it?"

He turned back to me with a sexy little smile,
and shook his head.  "I like boys, Sean," he
replied, squeezing my dick discretely to
reinforce his words.

I smiled back and hugged him to me for a moment,
then they ran the steers into the arena and the
event began. Yesterday had been an elimination
round, so only ten cowboys were riding today.
The first two guys posted good scores, but there
was room for Cody to do better if he rode well
and Queenie was sharp.  As he jogged into the
packed arena, we hooted and hollered so loudly
that he actually spotted us and grinned.

When a cutting horse knows its job, it's really
something to watch, and Queenie went at it with
a single-mindedness that made you shake your
head in admiration.  She locked onto the steer
Cody chose, separating it easily from the little
herd huddled in a corner of the cutting pen,
then worked it well, dodging back and forth as
the steer tried to get back to his buddies.  As
she changed directions, her front legs were
aimed one way and her back legs another, and she
was so low to the ground that I was sure Cody's
feet would drag in the dirt any minute.

He worked three steers in his first run, scoring
well.  We met him back in the barn between
rounds, and he was pumped. Wade grabbed him in a
hard hug, and it made me feel good to watch
Cody's eyes shut tightly as Wade held him.  We
ate a quick lunch before going back to the
stands for round two. Cody scored high again,
and by the end of the day, he was in second
place overall.

Cody was tired, so Wade stayed at the hotel with
him when the rest of us trooped off to dinner at
a steakhouse Jesse knew of.  Although neither of
them knew anything about horses, he and Ben
seemed to be enjoying themselves, and it was
nice to get to know them better.  Ben was a
funny guy with a dry wit that I hadn't picked up
on in the previous couple times I'd been around
him, and he kept us chuckling through dinner.

TJ wanted to go dancing again, and Matt was hot
to go, but at a gay bar this time so that they
could really get into it.  We asked a likely-
looking waiter if there was such a thing in
Amarillo.  He ran his eyes once around the
table, slowing slightly at TJ's blond
wonderfulness, then gave us directions to a hot
place just a few blocks away.  We had a couple
hours to kill until the club opened, so we went
to the Quarter horse sale, where I pointed out
the traits to look for in a good horse.

As we were watching the bidding on a grey two-
year-old, I spotted Del ambling along and
hollered at him.  He climbed up into the stands,
sitting down between TJ and Jesse in the row
behind me.  He clamped both paws onto my
shoulders and gave me a gentle shake, which
rattled my teeth.  He had already purchased one
horse and was waiting for the next one he liked
to come on the block.  We watched the action,
Del and I commenting about the price each horse
went for, until he sat up and pulled his number
out of his back pocket.

The horse he'd been waiting for was a big bay
colt that was circling at the end of his rope
and snorting at the crowd noise.  He looked like
a handful to me, but Del said he liked 'em
feisty, and raised the bid by a hundred bucks.
It came down to him and a guy at the other end
of the stands somewhere.  Del was reaching his
limit, and when the other guy yelled out an
amount higher than the next bid, Del slumped in
disappointment.

"Goddamn.  I really wanted that colt," he said,
looking at the prancing horse with regret.

Without even thinking about it, I grabbed the
number from his hand and jumped to my feet,
shouting out a thousand dollar increase.  The
auctioneer stopped his gavel just short of
selling the colt to the other guy and looked at
him to see what he'd do.  He nodded to the
auctioneer, and we were off, going back and
forth while the crowd went nuts, and the colt
kicked at a handler who got too close.

Del kept grabbing at my arm trying to get me to
sit down and shut up, but by now I was
determined to own that damn horse, nodding
grimly every time the auctioneer looked my way.
I ended up paying more than the colt was
currently worth, but young horses are all about
potential, and this one looked to me like he had
a lot of promise.  Del watched glumly as I wrote
out a check at the cashier's stand.

"What're you gonna do with him?  You don't even
like him."

"I like him fine - I just don't want to start
him.  That's your job."

Del blinked at me, and I set him down at a
nearby table.

"I'm gonna lease him to you for a dollar a year.
You get him broke, show him, whatever - and then
bring him to my place in a year, cause I have a
couple mares I want to breed to him."

Del was grinning from ear to ear, and I just
wanted to stick my tongue in that dimple, but I
settled for shaking his hand.  He went off to
collect the colt, and we caught a cab to the
dance club.  Matt nonchalantly produced a false
ID and walked into the club like he owned it.
Vincent gave me a leave-it-alone-for-now look,
and we made our way to the bar.

The club was loud and crowded, and the dance
floor was jammed with sweaty bodies in various
states of undress.  I closed my eyes for a
minute, pondering my responsibility to Matt, but
Vincent pointed out that a dirty dance in a
public bar was a huge step up from blow jobs in
dark alleys, so I took a big slug of my drink
and kept my mouth shut.

Matt was a great dancer - not that you needed to
be in this place - but he moved well and he was
fun to watch.  He tugged his shirt over his head
and jammed it into the back of his jeans as he
moved closer to some hot looking guy in spandex
pants.  Jesus.  Eventually we all ended up out
there, shirtless and sweaty like all the others
boys, and I had a blast.  This weekend was so
far removed from my Monday through Friday, nine-
to-five existence, that I felt like a different
person.

I saw TJ grinding away with someone, and
recognized the hunky waiter who'd given us
directions.  He grinned at me as he leaned in to
chew on TJ's neck.  Vincent and I had gone
dancing a few times soon after we'd met, but
neither one of us was crazy enough about it to
make the hour drive to the nearest club very
often, and we'd eventually stopped going.
Vincent moved pretty well too, shimmying up
behind me with his dick in my ass and a hand
down the front of my jeans.

After a couple hours everyone was hot, tired,
and ready to go, so we cabbed back to the hotel,
showered, and fell into bed.  Matt slept with us
that night, snuggling up to me for a kiss as
Vincent turned out the light and climbed in
behind me.  Matt lay on his back with my arm
holding him close, and his own hand working
slowly in his crotch.  I would have fallen
asleep regardless of Matt's hard-on, but Vincent
slid a hand down my belly, and soon I was wide
awake and thrusting into the snug grip of his
fist.

I took over Matt's erection, stroking him in the
same rhythm Vincent was doing me, so that we
were all moving together. After a few minutes, I
felt Vincent's cock slide between my legs from
behind, shoving my nuts forward with each
stroke, and putting the perfect friction on the
area just behind them.

Vincent came first for a change, something he
doesn't usually do, preferring to make sure I'm
taken care of before releasing himself.  As his
thick cum spurted against the back of my balls,
he let go of me for a second to capture some in
his hand, using the slickness to finish me.
Matt, who'd started all this in the first place,
took his time about it, finally shooting when
Vincent reached over to squeeze his nuts in a
warm, sticky hand.

After a few minutes, Matt got up to get towels
and I rolled onto my back to kiss Vincent.  He
nuzzled into me, affectionate in the afterglow
of good sex, and I thanked whatever gods may be
for the choice I'd made back in June that had
brought Vincent and me together permanently.

Matty crawled onto the bed and toweled us off
while I tickled him and tried to blow a
raspberry on his belly as he leaned across me to
do Vincent.  When he was laughing too hard to be
useful with the towel, he threw it at me and
curled into a ball to protect his stomach.  I
pulled him to me then, kissing his neck softly
so that he knew I was done tormenting him.  We
all settled down again, hopefully to sleep this
time, and soon both of them were breathing
evenly.

I lay awake for a while longer, Vincent's chest
moving against my back and Matt's rising and
falling under my arm. I don't think there is a
safer feeling in the world than falling asleep
in the arms of someone who loves you.  I pulled
Vincent's arm a little more snugly around my
body, pushed my face into Matt's neck, and let
myself drift off, secure in the knowledge that
they'd both be there if I woke up in the night.