Date: Sat, 17 Mar 2007 18:49:20 -0700
From: qwb224@gmail.com
Subject: Stonegate Stables ch 36

The alarm went off at six, startling all three
of us. During the night we had shifted
positions. I was on my back, as usual, with
Vincent on his side facing away from me, his
warm butt against my right hip. Danny was facing
me, one hand lightly holding my upper arm, his
drawn-up knees pressed into my leg.

"Morning," I told him with a smile, as he
blinked sleepily at me. "Sleep okay?"

"Uh-huh," he said, stifling a yawn.

Vincent rolled over and climbed on top of me,
humping his morning hard-on into mine with lots
of exaggerated huffing and puffing. Danny
chuckled at him until Vincent slid over onto him
and did the same thing. Danny's mouthed dropped
open in surprise and he grabbed Vincent's ass to
increase the pressure. I watched Vincent's face
go from silly to serious as he felt Danny's fat
cock against his own.

"No time for that, boys," I reminded them,
smacking Vincent on the ass with the flat of my
hand. He rolled off Danny to go start the
shower, and I followed with Danny trailing
behind, rubbing his fat dick with one hand.

"Jesus, Sean," he suddenly exclaimed. I turned
to him, startled. "What?"

"You can see the marks from my hands last
night. I bruised you."

I twisted around to look at my left hip where
small purple marks from his four fingertips
marred my otherwise white butt. Vincent turned
me by the shoulder so he could see them, and
then grinned at Danny.

"Hot," he commented, and climbed into the
shower.

We made it downstairs in time for breakfast
with Matt, who had come home sometime after
we'd gone to bed. He gave Danny a long look, a
slight smile widening his mouth as he watched
him dive into a stack of Maria's blueberry
pancakes. I hugged Matty from behind and
planted a noisy kiss in his ear, laughing as he
flinched and swatted at me.

As Danny was chewing his last bite of sausage,
Matt left the room and came back to hand him a
pencil drawing in a small frame. In it, a man
had his back to the viewer, standing next to a
horse, bent over with a rear hoof between his
spread legs. You could see the suggestion of
his thigh muscles, corded with the effort of
holding the horse steady.

Danny studied it carefully, comprehension
slowly dawning on his face as he realized who
it was.
"That's me?" he asked in amazement, looking up
into Matt's smiling face.

"Yes, Danny, it's you. Who'd you think it was?"

"God, I don't know." He looked more closely at
the alluring curves of his ass molded by the
snug denim of his jeans, and started to grin.
"That's really what I look like?"

I nodded, looking over his shoulder at the
drawing as I reached for his butt with both
hands. "Yes. You have a worldclass ass. Why do
you think we all wanna hold horses for you? We
practically fight over who gets to do it each
Tuesday. Can't beat the view."

I gave him a good squeeze, and he actually
blushed, his face and neck going a deep pink as
he tried to maintain his cool. "Well, shit.
Thanks, Matt. I, uh, I'll hang it in my new
room."
We explained Danny's relocation to Matt, who
watched Danny's face go still as thoughts of
his argument with his dad came back.

"Your dad may come around and he may not," Matt
commented, "but even if he doesn't, you'll be
okay, Danny. I didn't have any family at all
until Vincent found me and brought me home to
Sean." He paused, glancing at the two of us
with a warm smile. "Your real family doesn't
have to be the one you were born into.
Sometimes your friends love you more."

I looked at him, thinking what a wonderful
thing to say then looked at Danny, who was
staring intently at Matt. "He's right, you
know," I confirmed. "You have the three of us,
TJ, Wade and Cody, Adam, Gabriel, Jesse and
Ben. That's a pretty good start."

Danny nodded as he looked down at the drawing
in his hands. He blew out a long breath, and
then looked up at Matt. "Thanks."

Matt smiled as he pulled Danny into a hug, his
slender frame almost disappearing in the circle
of Danny's muscular arms. "You'll be okay," he
told Danny again. Matt broke the embrace after
a few moments, explaining that he needed to get
out to David's before the light went flat.
Danny watched him go, and then glanced at the
drawing one more time before looking up to me.

"Nice kid."

"He's a great kid," I agreed.

We all trooped out to the garage - me with a
cooler full of leftovers for Kelly, Vincent
with a briefcase full of restaurant paperwork,
and Danny with a heart full of our love. We did
goodbye hugs and kisses with Vincent getting
carried away in Danny's mouth until I cleared
my throat. He turned to me with a grin,
devouring me with lusty growls as I giggled and
fought him a little.
Danny shook his head with a laugh.

"You two are...." He shrugged, unable to come
up with a suitable adjective. "Thanks a lot for
everything. I mean it, Sean," he added
seriously. "I don't know what I woulda done
without you." "Well, if you'd never asked for
that blowjob, you'd probably be happily married
right now."

He shook his head ruefully, huffing out a
breath. "Nah. Even with the hassles with my old
man, this beats that all to hell." He paused
for a moment, then a grin slid across his face.
"Last night was better than.. anything."

"Tip of the iceberg," Vincent assured him.

"Yeah, I know," Danny said, the grin getting
wider. "I been looking on the internet."
On that note, we all left for work.



We got Danny moved in on Friday.  He didn't
have much furniture, so I sent Gabriel and one
of the stable boys to help him.  There were two
master suites in William's old home - one at
either end of the house.  TJ had settled into
one, and Gabriel had taken the other.  Each had
a slightly smaller room next to it.  Danny had
chosen the one at Gabriel's end of the house, a
sunny room that looked over the meadow, and in
the distance, the barns of Stonegate.  I
stopped by on Sunday to make sure he was
settled in okay, and to take him a housewarming
6-pack of beer.

He answered the door in cutoff jeans and a
white muscle tank, and I forgot my own name for
a moment.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed when I'd recovered my
voice.  "If you shoed horses like that, we
could charge admission."

He laughed, shaking his head at me as he stepped
back to let me in.  We hugged, and he led me
down the hall to his room, nicely filled up with
several pieces of old oak furniture, all in the
same style.  A tall dresser was against the wall
opposite a lovely sleigh bed.  Next to the door
to the patio, sat a large rocker and a big desk
took up one corner.

Matt's drawing of Danny's butt was hanging over
the desk, next to a picture of Danny with his
mom and dad.  It had been taken at a rodeo
twenty-odd years ago when he was seven or eight.
He had on boots, chaps, and a big old cowboy
hat, and was standing in front of his father
with his dad's hands resting on his shoulders.

I'd never met his mother - she'd died when Danny
was twelve - so I studied her as Danny put the
beer in a small fridge next to the desk.  He'd
gotten his looks from her - the black wavy hair,
the shape of his face, his full mouth.  She was
pretty.

Danny's dad was built solid like Danny, with
strong legs and wide shoulders.  His ears stuck
out a little under his hat, and he was smiling
at the camera.  Danny came and stood next to me,
gazing silently at the photo.  When I glanced at
him, he turned to me, his expression one of
resignation.  I put a hand on his bare shoulder,
feeling the heat of his body as I spoke to him.
"Don't give up on him, Danny.  Stay in touch and
let him get used to the idea."

He nodded, and walked out onto the patio where
we sat and talked for a while.  He loved the
house and his view of the fields, and said he'd
probably like to stay if it was really okay with
me.  I assured him that it was, and when I got
up to leave, he gave me a long hug, no passion
in it, just a warm embrace that I returned in
kind.

"You're a lucky son of a bitch, Sean," he said
as he walked me to my car.  When I raised an
eyebrow at him, he waved a hand to indicate our
surroundings.  "Everything.  Stonegate, Vincent.
You got it all."

I nodded as I replied, "Yeah, and as much as I
love Stonegate, I'd chuck it in a heartbeat for
Vincent."

"Good choice," he laughed, and leaned into the
window to kiss me goodbye.


The rest of August and early September went by
in a blur of rodeo preparations, another
gymkhana, and TJ's birthday. Danny came for
dinner every Tuesday, and we played in the hot
tub each time.  Matt joined us once, staying out
of the action, but jerking off with us at the
end.  Danny was developing a wicked blow job,
and I helped him discover the joys his ass could
provide.

The first time, he was standing on the ledge
with his dick in Vincent's mouth, bent over like
Vincent had been that first time, which put his
ass at the perfect height to play with.  I
started by sliding my hands up his legs and
massaging his beautiful, round butt.  Then I
lubed up my finger with spit and began to rub
his hole lightly, getting him used to the idea.
When he started to push back into it, I pressed
slowly in, feeling him tighten, then relax.

He stopped fucking Vincent's mouth, and his
breath quickened as I slid my finger all the way
in.  All three of us were motionless for a few
seconds, and then I began to reverse course.  He
groaned and squatted slightly, his mouth hanging
open as he panted.

"Goddamn, that feels good," he growled, grunting
each time I slid into him.  I stroked him
slowly, but between Vincent's mouth and my
finger, he didn't last two minutes, spewing cum
all over Vincent as his body jerked.  He spent
the night once, but didn't seem inclined to fuck
around, so I didn't push it.  He was a little
quieter than he'd been in the past, a little
more introspective, but he was relaxed and
comfortable with us, and seemed to be doing all
right.

Gabriel, on the other hand, was fit to be tied.
That Wednesday I'd told him and TJ that Danny
was moving in.  TJ said, "Cool," and went back
to work, but Gabriel found me later in my
office.

"How long's he gonna stay?"

"I have no idea.  I told him he could make it
permanent if it suited him.  That okay with
you?"

"Yeah, sorry.  I didn't mean it like that.  What
bedroom's he gonna take?"

"I don't know," I said carefully.  "Which one
would you like him to take?"

I was getting curious now.  Gabriel had never
opened up to me; I knew as little about him now
as I did back when he started working here.
Obviously, Danny moving in was a big deal to
him.
He shrugged.  "It doesn't matter.  I, uh, I'll
help him move, if you like," he offered, trying
not to look too eager.

"That'd be great.  I was going to ask you.  Take
the fourhorse and one of the boys.  Check with
Tommy."

I stared at the doorway for a while after he'd
left, wondering what was up with him.  He'd had
TJ right there gorgeous and willing - but he
hadn't made a move, at least nothing TJ
interpreted as a move.  Maybe Danny was more his
style.  I mentally shrugged and went back to
filling out sale papers on a horse that Amanda
wanted to unload, hoping that the three of them
would get along.



The rodeo was scheduled for the second Saturday
in September, and on Tuesday, cowboys started
showing up, parking their rigs in the big
pasture.  Most of these guys traveled from rodeo
to rodeo, usually with a buddy to share the
expenses - someone to talk to on the long drives
and the lonely nights.  Wednesday afternoon I
was in the back room of the concession stand,
bent over a table sorting entries, when I heard
a gravelly voice.

"Thought I recognized that prime piece a ass,"
Levi drawled, patting my butt as he came into
the room.

He'd lost a few pounds since I'd seen him in
Amarillo, and he looked good.  He'd shaved off
his beard, but had kept a long handlebar
mustache, gray like his hair, and it suited his
rugged features.  He looked like something out
of Lonesome Dove.  Looking at him fired up all
my cowboy/daddy fantasies, and my dick perked
up.  He wrapped me up in a hug, and since he was
the size of Wade, it was a big hug. "You just
pull in?" I asked.

He nodded his head out the door, smothering a
jaw breaking yawn.  "Yup.  Came over to piss,
then I was gonna unload the horses and take a
nap.  Been a long day for all three of us."

"Well, go piss, then follow me back out onto the
road, and up to the stable.  You can put the
horses in the barn, and stay at my place, if you
want, instead of camping out in your trailer."
"I'll take you up on that.  All I need's a
shower and a bed."

"Well, we'll feed you, too," I assured him.

We got the grateful horses bedded down in the
western barn, and then he followed me to the
house.  It was almost three, so he took a quick
shower and fell into bed with a promise for me
to wake him for dinner.  He was snoring before I
left the room, and I thought, not for the first
time, that following the circuit - any circuit -
isn't an easy life. Since it was Wednesday,
David was there for dinner.  Vincent had brought
home a tray of lasagna, and we made a big salad
and lots of garlic bread to go with it.  I let
Levi sleep until about fifteen minutes before
meal time, and then sent Matt up to wake him.
Matt came back into the kitchen a few minutes
later with mussed hair and a flustered smile.  I
raised an eyebrow at him.

"Friendly guy," he said, with a chuckle.

Levi wandered in five minutes later wearing low-
slung Levis with the top button undone, a cowboy
shirt hanging open over his hairy chest, and
bare feet.  As I began to introduce him, David
turned toward Levi and stopped dead as his eyes
widened slightly.  Apparently, I wasn't the only
one with cowboy fantasies.

They shook hands at first, looking at each other
for a moment before Levi pulled him into a hug.
David flushed as Levi squeezed him, waving a
buttery knife in one hand while the other fisted
in the back of Levi's shirt.  He staggered a
little when Levi let go of him, clutching the
counter with his free hand.  He blinked a couple
times, and then went back to the garlic bread,
re-buttering two pieces before he got a grip.
Levi watched him with a smile, looking him up
and down.

We ate on the patio as Levi told rodeo stories.
He was a natural-born story teller, embellishing
the tales just enough that you weren't quite
sure if it really happened that way or not.  We
laughed our way through dinner and dessert, and
then wandered down to the hot tub for a while
before bed.  Levi shucked his jeans and shirt
with abandon, tossing them over his shoulder as
he got naked as quickly as possible and hopped
into the warm water.

"Ah, Jesus," he sighed, giving me a tired smile.
"I need to give up this traveling shit and get
me one a these."

David was across the tub from Levi, but after a
few minutes, Levi moved over next to him.  I
watched as they talked quietly, Levi keeping his
eyes on David, and David glancing up at him now
and then, obviously nervous, but intrigued. From
what David had told me of his previous partner,
Levi seemed an unlikely successor, but who can
argue with chemistry, right?

Around ten, we headed back up to the house.
Levi walked David to his car, and was gone for
several minutes.  He came back in looking
thoughtful, but just thanked me for my
hospitality before he went up to bed.


I spent a good portion of Thursday at the rodeo
grounds taking in the atmosphere.  The pasture
had turned into a gypsy campground, with horses
staked out everywhere and laundry strung from
truck to truck as the cowboys caught up on their
housekeeping.  I wandered around talking to them
as they did their chores.  They all knew each
other, and the bullshit flew fast and furious.

The livestock arrived that morning and the bulls
were magnificent; huge, scary-looking creatures
in all different colors, some with humps, some
with horns.  They came off the truck one after
another, moving along the chutes into the pens
I'd had built.  I punched Vincent's number on my
cell as I walked slowly to the fence, stopping a
few feet away when the bull closest to me
lowered his head and snorted. "Hey, can you get
away for an hour?" I asked him.

"Jesus, Sean, we just fucked this morning," he
laughed, and then a bull bellowed about three
feet from me.  "What the hell was that?"

"A bull.  You need to come see them, they're
amazing."

He showed up twenty minutes later, his chef's
whites sparkling in the morning sun.  He joined
me at the fence, staring at the two-thousand
pound nightmare on the other side of the rails.

"My god.... I had no idea.  They're enormous.
Look at the size of his balls.  They're giving
me an inferiority complex."

They did have humongous testicles - orbs the
size of baseballs swung pendulously in a foot-
long scrotum.  Made you wonder what the cock
looked like that went with them.

That evening after dinner, Levi suggested we go
back out to the campground.  Vincent and I piled
into his truck, and as we got closer, I could
see the glow of a campfire.  They'd dug a pit
and had a nice blaze going, about thirty of them
sitting around it in small groups.  Some were
chatting while others stared into the flames
with the lonesome expressions of men far from
home.

Levi pulled his guitar out of the truck as I set
up the lawn chairs we'd brought.  One guy had a
banjo on his knee, and nodded at Levi as we sat
down.  He began to pluck out a melody, and Levi
picked it up, singing along in his gruff voice.
Vincent draped his arm across the back of my
chair, rubbing his thumb up and down my arm as
he hummed along.  It was a wonderful way to
spend the evening, sitting there under the stars
listening to a medley of voices harmonizing from
the shadowy edges of the fire's light.


Friday I saddled up Calvin and rode him through
the fields. About a quarter mile from the
livestock pens, he stopped dead, his head high
and his nostrils flaring as he scented the
bulls.  I gave him a few minutes to get used to
it, but when I asked him to go forward, he
planted his feet in the dirt and wouldn't budge.
This is a horse brave enough to leap tall
buildings in a single bound, but he wanted
nothing to do with the bulls.

I finally got him moving again, and we circled
away from the pens, riding instead through the
campground.  Calvin was almost a foot taller at
the withers than most of the Quarter horses
staked out in the pasture, and he got long looks
from a few of the cowboys.  One guy squinted at
me for a second before smiling in recognition.

"That the horse was in the papers back in
December?  Almost won that jumpin' thang?" he
drawled, referring to that crazed photo of
Calvin and me that had made the news.  I nodded.
"Looks a might more calm now, both of you."

I laughed.  "Yeah, that was a wild ride."

I continued on, and by the time we came to the
bulls, Calvin was ready to stand still and look
at them.  He was tense under me, his sides
quivering between my legs, but he stood his
ground, snorting loudly every time one of them
bellowed.


Vincent and I had a quiet evening.  It had
cooled down abruptly late in the day, so we lit
a fire in the den and took our supper of Maria's
enchilada soup in there, sitting on the floor
with our backs against the couch and our bowls
on the coffee table.  When we finished, he
pulled me up onto the couch so that we were
facing each other.  The flames flickered on one
side of his face as he took my hands.

"My dad wants to retire." He gazed steadily at
me as he continued.  "Says it's time for the
next generation to start doing the work."

I laughed - Vincent had been running Corleone's
for years. "And you want to buy the restaurant."

"I want us to be partners in it, along with
Tony."

"Really... Isn't it a family-held deal?"

"Jesus, Sean, you're family."

"You know what I mean.  What about your twenty
other cousins?  Don't they want a piece of it?"

"We had a big family meeting this afternoon
after Dad made his announcement.  Everybody's
okay with you, me, and Tony buying him out." He
squeezed my hands.  "What do you think? Wanna
add a restaurant to your holdings?  Free garlic
bread for life..." he tempted me with a grin
when I didn't reply immediately.

I agreed, of course, and we spent some time
discussing the details - lawyers, money, timing.
He was yakking away about changing the daily
lunch specials, waving his hands in the air like
he did when he got excited about something.  I
watched him, thinking that Danny had been right
- I was a lucky son of a bitch.

".....does that sound?" he finished, then
frowned at me.  "You didn't hear a word I said,
did you?"

"Something about lasagna," I replied as I pushed
him over backwards and climbed onto him.  He
started to protest my lack of interest in menu
changes, but by then I had his dick out and he
shut up to better enjoy my blow job.


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