Charlie Bradley has always entertained cowboy fantasies. When his boyfriend Jared offers him the choice of where to go on their summer vacation, Charlie chooses Stallions and Studs, a dude ranch catering to a gay clientele.
Upon arrival, Charlie meets the very handsome and studly Wade Connors, a riding instructor. Charlie is immediately enthralled with the man and finds his feelings, fight them as he may, are turning into love.
Wade, however, is a man who chooses a guest as his flavor of the week -- to romance, play with, and then move on. But this week Wade finds Charlie becoming more than he bargained for. What will happen when the week ends and Charlie has to leave for home?
Wade had Charlie follow him up a ladder, through a trap door, and into the loft. The smell of the sweet hay filled Charlie’s nostrils. Wade held a battery powered lantern so they could make their way in the darkness.
Charlie could hear birds cooing in the rafters as the pair disturbed them. He looked up.
“Pigeons,” Wade said softly.
They made their way down a hay corridor, bales stacked neatly on either side. At the end of the corridor they came to an open area. Charlie looked around as Wade placed the lantern on a shelf of hay.
The room was about the size of a horse’s stall, in the center of which was spread a bedroll. It was clear to Charlie the area was set up for this specific purpose.
Wade indicated Charlie should lie down on the blanket. Standing over him, Wade’s already mammoth size appeared to be magnified by the lantern light. Charlie shuddered with anticipation.
“Most everybody’s got themselves a fantasy about a roll in the hay. That true fer ya, cowboy?”
Charlie nodded.
“Well then, let’s not waste time. Let the fantasy begin.”
Wade slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He slid it off his shoulders and tossed it casually aside. His magnificent hair-covered chest and rippled abs caught the lantern light and were framed in its glow. Charlie’s cock lost no time in responding.
The cowboy then undid the silver championship buckle and removed his belt. He bent and deftly removed one cowboy boot then the other. Standing again, he unzipped and folded the sides of the fly back, exposing his dense growth of black pubic hair. Mesmerized, Charlie began to stroke his swollen organ through his jeans.
“Careful there, boy,” Wade admonished. “Don’t want the show ta be over before it really gits goin’.”
Charlie obeyed.
Wade slowly lowered his jeans. He wasn’t wearing underwear. His hard, thick cock sprang free and stood just beyond horizontal, the head barely poking out of its shroud of foreskin, his full, round balls protruding as if cinched by a cockring.
Charlie bit his lower lip as Wade’s pillar-like legs appeared, each muscle of his magnificent quads defined from the one next to it. Wade kicked the discarded pants to the side and stood, hands hanging at his sides, the lantern casting a massive shadow behind him on the hay bale walls. He looked down on Charlie, who could feel his briefs getting wet with pre-cum.
Lowering himself to the bedroll, without removing his cowboy hat, Wade lay on his side next to Charlie leaning on an elbow. He reached out and wrapped a hand around Charlie’s head and pulled him close and kissed him. Charlie opened his lips and allowed the cowboy’s tongue to enter and play with his own. He wrapped his arms around Wade and surrendered to the lust that surged through his body. It had been seven years since he’d been with anyone except Jared, and never in his life had he ever been with a man the proportions of Wade Connors.
