Date: Fri, 13 Apr 2007 18:40:16 -0700
From: qwb224@gmail.com
Subject: Stonegate Stables ch 38

Stonegate Stables

Chapter 38


Katie had made her debut in the open jumper class a few weeks ago
at the first event in San Antonio.  Calvin had behaved himself,
and they'd done well, placing 4th after Katie mis-judged the
distance to the water jump, causing Calvin to step on the board
for four faults.  The second event of the series was in Abilene,
and she did better there, placing 3rd.

By the time the 3rd event came along in Tyler - right here in our
own back yard - we were pretty much expecting her to win, but
Calvin had other ideas.  She had done very well with him while
training with Adam.  He obeyed her commands, listened when she
asked him for something, and in general was a model citizen.

Tyler was a different story.

I drove over with Matt while Adam and Katie hauled Cal in the
rig.  Adam barely had the truck parked when Calvin let loose with
a solid kick to the back door that shook the trailer and dented
the gate.  I yelled at him while Adam got the latches open. Cal
shot out of the trailer without waiting for his cue, almost
running me over in the process, so I grabbed his lead and gave
him a couple hard yanks, hollering at him to behave.

Katie watched him with wide eyes.  This was the first time she'd
seen him acting like his old GP-winning self - all balls and no
brains.

He skittered around at the end of the lead for a few moments
before calming down enough for me to tie him to the trailer. We
got him saddled and I gave Katie a leg up, warning her to work
him hard before her class or she'd be in trouble.  I walked with
them to the gate of the warm-up arena just to make sure they made
it safely.  When I saw her cantering him with no trouble, I went
back to get us set up for the day.

Katie came back a couple hours later with Cal dripping lather,
but still full of himself.  We gave him a bath, braided his mane
and tail, polished his hooves, and just generally tarted him up
to look good in the show ring.  He munched hay most of the time,
flinging his head around a little when I tightened the girth, but
mostly behaving.  I tossed Katie onto his back, wished her luck,
and went to the arena to watch her ride.

The minute they came in the ring, I knew she was in trouble. Cal
took a few steps into the arena and stopped dead with his eyes
showing white like he'd never seen a jumping course in his life.
Katie gave him a moment to look around, and then asked him to
walk.  He walked, but sideways, almost taking out the flower pots
arranged at the end of one of the verticals.  She finally got him
moving by circling him, asking him to canter as she approached
the start cones.

The first couple jumps went all right.  She gauged them correctly
and Cal cleared them by a foot, but every time they cantered near
the brick wall, Cal rolled his eyes.  It was jump number seven,
and when Katie lined him up for it, I held my breath. She rode
him hard to it, her heels drumming his sides, but just before he
should have lifted off, he slammed on the brakes, his big hooves
skidding up piles of turf as he slid to a stop.

Katie sailed over his head like she'd been launched from a
cannon, clearing the fence and landing in the grass on the far
side.  She rolled a few times from the momentum and came to rest
face down.  I was already in the arena by then, running to her
side as Calvin trotted off toward the out gate.

Katie was sitting up by the time I reached her, rubbing her hip,
and I could hear her making low noises.  At first I thought she
was crying, but as I knelt down to put my arm around her, I
realized she was swearing a blue streak.  Her pride was hurt, her
hip was bruised, and she was pissed.

"God damn mother fucking horse," she muttered, enunciating each
word separately between gritted teeth.

I helped as she struggled to her feet, brushing grass off her

jacket.

"You okay?"

"Son of a bitch!"

"Katie! Are you all right?"

"Yes, yes!" she yelled at me. "Get me that horse."



I looked at her for a moment, trying to decide whether to default
her out of the round or let her get back on, but she realized
what I was up to.


"Don't you dare," she ordered. "You let me finish this."


We had a brief stare-down, but by this time the ring steward had
brought Calvin back to us, and Katie yanked her arm out of my
grasp to reach for him.  She grabbed the cheek pieces of his
bridle in each hand and started yelling at him.  She talked to
him for a solid fifteen seconds, which is a long time with a
grandstand full of people watching your every move.  When she was
done talking, she smacked him hard on the neck with her open hand
before moving to his side and gathering up the reins. I tossed
her back on, and she rode off with a determined expression on her
face.


They circled just in front of the jump, Katie talking the entire
time, until Cal was so ready he was practically standing on his
toes.  She pointed him at the jump and he accelerated quickly,
flinging clumps of grass out behind.  I had my fingers crossed as
they got to three strides before the jump, then two, and then
Calvin was in the air, jumping so high he almost unseated Katie.
I saw her grab a handful of mane as Calvin cleared the bricks by
a foot and a half to a huge roar from the crowd.


She rode the rest of the course without incident and finished
fifth.  I met her at the out gate and we walked back to the
trailer in silence.  Adam, Matt, and I put everything away and
loaded Calvin while Katie sat in the truck with her eyes closed.
I just before they pulled out, I stuck my head in the window.


"Don't take it so hard. He's a tough horse to ride."

"But I wanna win this thing!"

I admired her determination, but winning the series your first
year is pretty unlikely.  Not impossible, but unlikely.

She worked hard the next week, and when the fourth event came,
she rode Calvin to first place.  She was thrilled with the win,
but she was still down in overall points with six events to go.



I groaned long and low as Vincent sucked the last few spurts of a
really good orgasm from my sensitive cock.  When he loosened his
grip on my thigh, I slid down the bedroom wall until I was
sitting between his knees with my riding tights in a pile under
my butt.

The day had started as a sunny mid-October Monday, but by two,
the temperature had dropped twenty degrees and a blustery wind
was whirling leaves around the yard.  I still had two more horses
to school, but I was freezing my ass off and had dashed home to
change.  Just as I was dragging my summer tights down my legs,
Vincent strolled into the bedroom.

"My God, Sean, you just can't get enough of me, can you?"

I smirked at him.  "I just ran home to put warmer clothes on.
It's like January at the barn.  What're you doin' here?"

"I'm hosting the Kiwanis dinner tonight, but I forgot my tux, so
I came home to change.  Don't be in such a hurry with those."  He
took the heavy tights from my hand, tossed them on the bed, and
pushed me back against the wall.  As he began to kiss my neck, he
murmured, "You can spare five minutes, right?"

"Uh, sure," I replied, already caught up in what his hand was
doing inside my briefs.

It took more than five minutes, but Vincent eventually sank to
his knees between my feet, my cock in his mouth, my balls in one
hand, and his own cock in the other.  As I watched his head bob
slowly on my dick, I ran my fingers over his close-cut hair.
When I was just about to blow, he began to tickle my nuts with
his finger tips.  He knows I love that, and I could see his
cheeks stretch into a grin as I exploded into his mouth.

He stroked himself off after I sat down.  Usually I'd help, but
he was really into it, so I just sat and watched.  He handles his
cock differently than I do, a little slower and without the twist
that he swears he loves.  He stared into my face as he came, his
narrowed eyes intense with the strong sensations of orgasm.

When I finally got back to the barn, I went to get Priscilla
(Presley), Amanda's latest acquisition, out of her stall. Pris
was a pretty mare, a dark chestnut with big dapples in her glossy
coat when you got her in the right light.  I put her in the cross-
ties and was walking to the tack room when TJ came around the
corner.  It had been about a week since I'd seen him, and I
surprised at how tired he looked.  I took his arm and pulled him
in with me, closing the door for privacy.

"You look like hell.  Been studying too hard, or playing too
hard?"

He snorted and shook his head, then shoved his blond hair back
off his forehead.  "I wish it was playing, but it's school.  It's
a lotta work."

I studied him for a moment.  His handsome face was lined with
fatigue, and he had bluish bags under those gorgeous blue eyes.
I put my arms around him and pulled him into a loose hug.  He
sighed and leaned against me, and my cock stirred.

Would I ever lose the little bit of me that longed for TJ? Here I
was, freshly blown by the love of my life, and getting hard
hugging TJ.  He felt my body move against him, and began to pull
back.  I let him lean back, but held him in the circle of my
arms.

"Are you havin' any fun at all?"  I asked as our crotches bumped
together.

"Not much," he admitted.  "School keeps me pretty busy, and I
just haven't met anyone who..."

His voice trailed off as his eyes came back to mine.  We stared
at each other for a long moment.  I'm not sure what either of us
saw, but when his eyes dropped to my mouth, I leaned in and
kissed him.  He kissed me back with all the sweetness and passion
I remembered from the first time we were together.

When his cock throbbed against my belly, he broke the kiss and
tried to pull away from me, but I held him tight until he quit
struggling.  I moved one hand to his belt, tugging it apart as he
held my gaze, his jaw muscle knotted and his eyes hot.  When I
slid the flat of my hand down his belly and into his shorts, he
sucked in a breath and closed his eyes.

"Sean, you don't need to ....."

"Let me.  I want to."

I kissed him softly before moving down his body until my head was
level with his zipper.  I mouthed my way around the front of his
shorts as I reached behind him and locked the tack room door.
When I pulled down the front of his underwear, his cock sprang
free to land on my outstretched tongue, and he gasped.

"Oh, God," he panted.  "It's been so long."

TJ stopped talking as I began licking from his balls to the tip
of his cock - long, slow, wet slurps that brought a deep groan
each time.  His hands came to rest on the sides of my head,
holding me gently at first, then tightening in reflex as I began
to suck him.  I got him close a few times, backed off until his
breathing slowed, and then brought him back up.

When he finally whispered my name, I finished him,
swallowing in big gulps as he thrust into my throat.  After a
couple minutes, I pulled off him, wiping my mouth with the back
of my hand as I got to my feet.  TJ watched me as I stood up.  He
touched his fingers to my cheek, holding them there as his eyes
roamed over my face.
"What?"  I asked him, although I thought I knew.

He shook his head.

"Please tell me," I asked again.



He looked away for a second, then back at me, and his voice was
very soft.  "I could have loved you."


I leaned in to touch my forehead to his.  "I know, TJ.  I'm
sorry."  I paused before continuing.  "But it had to be Vincent."


He nodded in understanding.  "Yeah, you two are perfect."

He turned away from me with a sigh as he tucked his cock away and
did up his jeans.  "But I still think about you."

"I hope you always think about me."  I pulled him around to face
me.  "Someone will come along who's perfect for you, TJ.  It
wasn't supposed to be me."

"You promise?"

I looked into that beautiful face and those sad blue eyes. "Yes,
I promise."

He smiled.  "Then I believe you."

I hugged him again, then I picked up the saddle I'd come in for
twenty minutes ago, and walked out to saddle Priscilla, who had
fallen asleep in the cross-ties.


Vincent got home around ten from the Kiwanis dinner.  I was
waiting for him in the den, gazing into the cold fireplace. He
picked up on my mood and sat down next to me without speaking,
taking my hand in his and planting a kiss in my palm.

After several minutes, I asked him, "If I died, is there anyone
else you'd want to be with?"

"What a loaded question.  What happened, Sean?"

"Just tell me.  Is there?"  I insisted.

He looked at me then, his dark eyes holding mine for a moment
before he looked back to the fireplace.  "No, baby, there's no
one."

We went to bed shortly after that, and I felt his eyes on me, but
he didn't ask me anything further, and I let it drop.  When I got
into bed, he pulled me close to him like he always does.  We lay
there for a while - both of us silent, but not asleep - and I
knew I'd tell him about TJ just not right now.  He slid one hand
up to cup my face, leaned close to my ear, and whispered, "I love
you, Sean."

He hardly ever said it first to me, so I knew he understood that
something had shaken me up.  I nodded and tightened my
hand on his arm for a second.  That was enough to make it okay
between us, and we fell asleep.

Early in the morning, just as our room was beginning to lighten,
Vincent's hand settled on my stomach.  "Talk to me, sweetheart,"
he whispered.

I took a deep breath.  "I was with TJ yesterday," I said softly.
"In the tack room at the barn."

He was silent for a long while, and then rolled out of bed. I
turned my head on the pillow and watched him walk to the
bathroom, the round halves of his ass shifting as he moved. When
the shower started, I got up and joined him.  As I stepped in, he
moved over a little to let me under the water.  After I washed my
hair, he pushed me up against the tile wall and scrubbed my back,
but he still didn't speak to me.

"Are you angry?"  I finally asked.

"Angry?  No, not angry.  I'm not sure, exactly."  He paused, and
when he continued, his voice was tight.  "Do you want ....
something else, Sean?  Something other than the relationship we
have now?"

"No," I answered him quickly and decisively.  "No.  I love you
and what we have, and I don't want it to change at all." My turn
to pause.  "When I saw TJ yesterday, I'd just come from being
with you, and I was feeling all warm and loving, and it just sort
of spilled over onto him.  He ..... he's very lonely."

We were both quiet for a bit, thinking our own thoughts. When
Vincent spoke, it was in a soft voice, but his words hit me hard.

"I didn't think I'd ever tell you this, but I need to now." I
heard him swallow.  "There isn't much I wouldn't forgive you,
Sean.  You could hurt me badly, and I'd still be here. I need you
like I never thought I'd need anyone."  He stopped to get his
voice back under control.  "Most of the time it's okay, but right
now it's scaring the fuck out of me."

I was still facing the wall, my hands planted at shoulder level,
and I leaned forward to rest my forehead on the cool tile.  I had
always known that I needed Vincent too much, that he had the
power to destroy me if he chose to.  To hear him admit the same
thing to me was almost overwhelming.  My breathing hitched as I
struggled to get hold of my emotions. When I knew I wouldn't
burst into tears, I slowly turned to face him.

His expression was stark, his heart in his eyes as he looked at
me.  As I stared back at him, I brought my left hand up next to
my face, fingers spread.

"I meant every word I said when you gave me this ring.  I will
always love you.  I'll always be here.  No one does it for me
like you do, Vincent.  No one."

Our eyes went to the ring on my finger for a moment before I lay
my hand against his neck.  When I leaned in to kiss him, his
expression broke and he grabbed me hard.  After a few moments, he
turned the water off and we stepped out.

As we dried off, Vincent said, "We've talked about this before, a
little, but I'm gonna tell you everything."

He took my hand and led me back to our bed, pulling me down next
to him.  He lay on his back, his eyes wandering the ceiling as he
began talking to me, slowly feeling his way through what he
wanted to say.

"Ray thrived on making you feel absolutely worthless; making you
think that he was the only person who saw something of value in
you, to the point where you would do anything to get a word of
praise from him.  Anything," he repeated.

He sighed deeply.  "When I met you, I was at a really low point.
I don't know how I seemed to you, but I felt like I was playing a
part, acting like a normal person when I was with you.  After
that first time we were together, I was so scared to see you
again.  I was afraid that maybe you figured out what I really
was, what Ray had made me."

He stopped for a few moments, his breath coming a little quicker;
his hand tight on mine.  When he continued, his voice was so low,
I could barely hear him.

"He made me feel filthy.  When I'd get home from being with him,
I'd shower until the water got cold, trying to get clean again.
But then I met you, and when I was with you, I felt whole and
good - like I was almost worthy of you."

I had begun to cry, tears seeping from my closed eyes to trickle
across the bridge of my nose and down into the pillow.

"When you met TJ, I'd just reached the point where seeing you a
few times a week wasn't enough.  I was in love with you and
wanted us to be together, but then you sprang TJ on me.  You have
no idea how hard it was for me to walk out of here that night.  I
wanted to drop to my knees and beg you to pick me."

"God, that was an awful night.  I got in the car and just drove.
By 3am I was halfway across Louisiana and certain that I'd lost
you.  I hadn't even met TJ yet, but the way you talked about him
....  I could tell you really liked him.  I knew you liked me,
too, but all Ray's words came back .... even though I hadn't seen
him in years ...... and I just knew it was hopeless."

He stopped again, his hand motionless on my leg, his eyes fixed
unseeingly on the ceiling.  I watched him through a blur of
tears, wanting so badly to stop him and cry it out, but I knew he
needed to talk.

"Anyway, when you called, you sounded pretty upset, and the only
reason I could think of was that you were gonna tell me goodbye.
After we hung up, I got the shakes and lost my lunch in the men's
room at the restaurant.  By the time I got here, I was calmed
down some, but when you said "if you'll have me," I was so happy
I thought I'd puke again."

He rolled to me now, wrapping me in his arms as he buried his
face in my neck.  "God, I love you.  You don't know it, but you
made me whole again, after Ray had hollowed me out. That's how I
knew you could heal Matt.  I'll always love you, Sean."

"I love you, too ..... only you ..... forever," I whispered, just
before he kissed me.

Our relationship changed with that conversation.  As close as
we'd been for the past year and a half, things were different
now.  He'd let me into his past much deeper than I'd been
previously, and admitted his need for me something I'd known
intellectually, but hadn't heard him actually say.

I ran my hand slowly up his back, trailing my fingers along the
soft skin of his neck before pulling him to me.  His breath was
warm on my cheek as our lips brushed lightly together.

"Thank you for telling me," I said against his mouth while his
tongue traced the curve of my bottom lip.

Vincent pulled away a few inches to look at me.  "You needed to
know.  I just didn't have the balls to tell you until you hit me
with TJ yesterday."  He paused, his eyes locked to mine.  "You're
mine, Sean.  Don't forget that."

"Never," I promised him.  "I'll never forget it."

He held my eyes a moment longer, my face cupped in his hand,
before sitting up and pulling me along to get dressed.

I got to work late and kind of floated through the day, staring
off into the distance a lot and thinking about Vincent.  Matt
called around three to remind me that Adam's birthday was Sunday.
He wanted to throw a party of some sort, so we tossed ideas
around for a few minutes, finally settling on a champagne brunch
with all the trimmings.

When he got home that night, the three of us sat around the den
thinking up fun things for the party.  A champagne
fountain sounded wonderful, as did a fondue station, freshly made
crepes with assorted fillings, and a coffee bar.
Vincent said the restaurant could handle the fountain, the
fondue, and the crepes, so Matt and I made a shopping list for
the other items which I left on the counter for Maria, and I made
a note to hire a coffee cart..

Wednesday David was there for dinner, as usual.  He and Matt had
spent the day out at Amanda's working on the preliminary sketches
for a large portrait of her and her husband.  David had never
been a talkative person, but he seemed unusually quiet that
night.  He and I cleaned up the kitchen while Vincent and Matt
walked out to start up the hot tub.  As I walked behind him, I
squeezed his shoulder softly.

"Everything okay?"

He shrugged one shoulder before saying quietly, "I miss him. I
hardly know him, but I miss him."

It took me a second to realize he was talking about Levi.  I
looked at him more carefully, thinking that quiet, homebody David
and garrulous, footloose Levi were an odd combination. He glanced
at me before continuing.

"He made me laugh.  I don't think I've laughed out loud since
Patrick died ..... and Bonnie likes him," he added as an
afterthought.

I didn't know what to say.  To assure him that Levi would be back
would be cruel.  From what I could tell, Levi never called a
place home for more than a few nights.  I tightened my grip on
his shoulder, but didn't say anything.  David stood there for a
moment more, and then moved away from me to finish clearing the
table.


Whenever Vincent and I go through an emotional episode, I can
count on an intense to rough lovemaking session within the next
few days.  Our talk had been on Tuesday morning, and Thursday
evening at dinner, I knew tonight was the night.  Vincent was a
little quiet at dinner, and after we cleaned up, he took me by
the wrist and headed down the hall and up the stairs.  Leading me
by the wrist instead of taking my hand is the real sign that I'm
in for it, and sure enough, after he closed the bedroom door
behind us, Vincent looked at me.

"Strip," was all he said as he proceeded to shed his own clothes
in a few seconds.

I moved over near the bed, and when I was naked, he looked me up
and down, his eyes traveling slowly over my body.  The close
scrutiny made me slightly uncomfortable, but it was arousing,
too, and my cock started to fill.  Vincent zeroed in on it, his
face expressionless as my penis stiffened and rose to the
horizontal.  He moved around behind me, one hand spread on my
chest, and with the other, he took a careful grip on my balls.

It's amazing how much pressure your nuts can stand when the grip
is just right.

Vincent pinched my nipples as he chewed on my neck and
manipulated my balls, squeezing harder and harder as he tugged
and pressed.  He never touched my cock, but he didn't have to - I
was rigid and dripping about a minute after he started in on me.
I leaned back into him, grasping his thighs and trying to
remember to breathe as his hands jolted sensations though my
body.  When he had me moaning in pain, (10%), and need (90%), he
dropped his hand from my chest to my cock, jacking me slowly
until I came, bucking in his arms as I shot streams of cum onto
the sheet.

Thank god he held onto me as I recovered because my knees
wouldn't have kept me up.  My nipples were red and sore, my balls
were beginning to ache, and I felt used and abused and thoroughly
satisfied.  Vincent was very gentle with me then, kissing my neck
and whispering to me how excited it made him to see me like that.
His cock was hard and pushing into the crack of my ass, so I
dropped forward until my elbows rested on the bed.  Vincent took
that as the invitation it was, and pushed into me with a short
grunt.

It only took him a few minutes to climax, and I could feel the
tremors in his hands as he held my hips, thrusting convulsively
into my ass as he emptied himself.  When he was finished, he
lowered me onto the bed and crawled on top of me, his body
covering mine, my hands clasped in his.  We lay there until we
got chilly, then cleaned up and got into bed.


Saturday afternoon we shoved furniture around until we had room
for everyone to move freely between the various food
areas.  The champagne fountain would be the center of attention
in the middle of the island with Tony making crepes in the
breakfast nook, fondue pots on the table under the big mirror,
and the coffee bar by the patio doors.  We had fun setting
everything up, and taste-testing all the appetizers Maria had
whipped up.

When we were satisfied that we couldn't make things any better,
we retired to the den with leftovers, courtesy of Corleone's.
Matt was excited about tomorrow, but nervous about trying to
throw party for Adam, who had grown up surrounded by fancier digs
than mine.  Vincent looked at him curiously.

"You've known Adam for almost a year now.  Why do you still worry
that he's gonna be less than happy with ....." Vincent ran out of
words and waved his hand around in the air as Matt shrugged.

"I don't know.  He just comes from such a different background
than me, and I can't help feeling that he's aware of it
sometimes."

"But why, honey?"  I asked him.  "He doesn't act like that, or
say things that would make you feel like that, does he?"

"No," he said, shaking his head glumly.  "I guess it's just me."

I looked at him for a moment, seeing in his slumped shoulders a
bit of the boy Vincent had brought home.  I tugged on his shirt
tail until he slid over to me, then turned him to lie against my
chest.  His body was slender and light in my arms, unlike
Vincent's lean solidity next to me.  I held Matt gently, trying
to soothe away his misgivings about Adam.  He sighed deeply as I
rubbed his back, and I ached for him, for the shitty hand life
had dealt him before Vincent came along.


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