Take an irresponsible, hard-drinking womanizer and dump him into the middle of a logging crew, and it’s a recipe for disaster.
Charlie Blackbear is already a near-legend in his little corner of the world. The size of his package has been the subject of whispers since he was a lad and his sexual conquests the stuff of legends.
When he wakes up drunk in a motel room with a man going down on him, he shrugs it off and goes right back to chasing women. Charlie accepts a job with a logging crew. But when he shares a room at the Boar’s Nest with his best friend, Daniel Warhorse, he fights a growing, unexpected, and unwelcome attraction to his childhood friend. Apparently Daniel feels the same way, and when they finally get together, the world turns on its axis for both of them.
Then handsome, sexy Aden Jones shows up to complicate things. Charlie never suspects the danger lurking at the edge of his complicated life.
The day before Christmas I went over to my Uncle Jim’s apartment. He was married to his girlfriend now, and she was an okay lady. She spent a lot of time trying to get him out of the bottle, but she hadn’t made it yet. He was sober that day, and I visited for a couple of hours after I delivered their gifts.
Christmas Eve at the Lazy Eight was a downer. Long Face showed up with pocketknives for me’n Daniel. They had Blackhorse Traders carved on one side of the handle with a little black horse etched on the other. I gave him our gifts, and that was that. The crowd was scraggly, and the mood ringey, instead of festive like it oughta be. I was home before midnight.
Boots saved me from total misery by calling to say she was coming over tomorrow afternoon to cook me a good meal and bring me my gift. Then I went to sleep like it was any other night.
I was out of the shower, but still in my shorts, when somebody knocked on my door late Christmas morning. I thought it was Boots, so I just opened the door. Aden was as surprised as I was.
“Come on in,” I said stepping back and trying to make the best of it. “Let me put something on and I’ll be right back.”
“That’s okay, I'm just going to stay a minute,” he mumbled. His eyes roved over me real quick as he said it.
I went in the bedroom and put on a pair of trousers and came back out. He was here to deliver gifts for Daniel and me. Grandma Jones sent a set of three small decorative baskets for each of us. They was the kind you put up on the wall or set on a table to look good.
Then Aden handed me his gift. He’d made each of us a leather billfold with a black horse and our initials on it. They had zippers and them little plastic windows for credit cards, and everything a store-bought wallet had. Hell, I even had a couple of cards to go in it. A few weeks ago, Daniel and me applied for a Visa and Master Card, and damned if we didn’t get them. I used them on my last trip, and that was the only way I was going to use them, for business. I don’t like buying things on the tick…cash money was better, but Daniel claimed we needed a ‘paper trail.’
I complemented Aden on his workmanship and asked if he had any samples with Indian designs on them I could send out. We took chairs at the table and talked a little while he pulled on a soda. He ended up staying for an hour, and I had to admit I enjoyed his visit. My nipples tingled a couple of times when his eyes hit my bare chest. When he left, my hand was on my cock as he drove off.
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