EXCERPT:
They had walked for a good half hour before they heard
it—the rumbling sound. At first Jake thought it could be thunder, but a quick glance
at the sky told him that wasn’t the case. When he realized he could feel the
thunder in the ground as well, he understood the sound they were hearing was of
pounding hooves.
“What the hell is that?” Alan pointed at a rising cloud of
dust in the distance.
“Horses.” Jake had no experience in anything that would have
given him that answer. For some reason, he simply knew. “Let’s hope they’re
friendly.”
“Friendly? You mean those horses are wild?”
Jake laughed. “No. But the cowboys riding them just might
be.” Jake let a shiver run through him as he thought about just how a wild
cowboy would be—big and strong, talented with a lasso and tie down. He would
know how to use a whip and would fuck like he rode, hard and with his boots on.
Oh yeah, he could use that kind of distraction, even if it was just a one off.
But these cowboys weren’t going to be like that. Out here,
the word gay was probably not a good
one and most likely not said out loud. Not that what either one of them was
wearing would actually shout gay or anything, but it did send up a questioning
eyebrow. Alan had jeans on, but they were thin and tight, and the ankle high
boots were as well. His silk shirt wasn’t pink but the particular shade of blue
wasn’t exactly manly and had no buttons done up beyond his belly button. He did
have neck tattoos, but they certainly weren’t going to help in the macho
department either.
Of course Jake was hardly better with his tight jeans, the
ones with the large strategically placed holes, making it impossible to do
anything but go commando. He also wore his “cut off” T-shirt which showed just
enough of his slightly muscled chest and flat stomach to entice the viewer to
want to see more. His thick, dark hair was in a messy-hair style he knew turned
heads. In other words, he looked awesome and he had done it specifically
because of Alan. Not that he would take him back for any reason, even for a
quick fuck, no matter how desperate he had become. But he was not above showing
off what Alan was missing out on.
Okay, the rainbow sneakers, a gift from his mother, did
scream gay.
Not to mention they were trespassing and chances were pretty
good the excuse they had would not be anywhere near a worthy reason. However,
there was nothing they could do at the moment. There was nowhere to hide and
the cloud was moving fast. No question, they had been spotted.
“Well, about fucking time someone helps us. This is great.”
“I’m not sure it’s great, Alan. They just might be pissed we’re
on their land.”
“Why? We’re not doing anything.”
“No Trespassing means no
trespassing, Alan.”
“Don’t worry. They’ll help us.”
But the only thing the riders did was surround them. There
were eight of them, all decked out in cowboy garb and just a few of them worthy
of gawking at twice—maybe even three times.
“What are you boys
doing on private property?” Of course the man, probably the oldest of the
group, emphasized “boys” as he raked both him and Alan over, and he certainly
wasn’t sizing them up for dating prospects. Jake thought the small glint in his
eye might indicate he and Alan would be used as wanking material later on, but
that was not going to help them right now.
