by Day, Xondra
The teacher possessed a gentle touch. And his skin, never before had he encountered a man with such soft skin. He wore cologne, fresh, like the ocean or what he imagined the ocean smelt like. He probably purchased that cologne at some big fancy shop in the city.
Everything about Will was different, so different from the men who surrounded him at the ranch. He was refined. Just the way he talked, the way he carried himself… Everything.
He brought the mare to a thunderous gallop riding back to the ranch, his mind reeling with confusion.
Mark was the first to greet him at the mess hall during supper. “Where were you this evening?” he asked. They both sat at the same table away from the others. Mark lowered his voice. “I was looking for you.”
“I had things to do in town. Cal arranged to have me do some work on the house for the new school teacher.”
“Is she pretty?” asked Mark, his voice teasing.
“She’s a he.”
“A man? Seriously?”
“Yeah.”
“That’d be a first around here. What’s he like?”
“He seems nice enough. We didn’t talk much. I only went to assess the house and the work that would be needed.”
“I was thinking that we could…go off somewhere,” suggested Mark.
“I don’t think that’s wise. If someone should see or suspect anything, it could do us both in. You know that.”
“Oh.”
“Sorry.”
“Nope, it’s okay. No need to be sorry,” Mark downed the last of his coffee, then left.
“What was that about?” asked Tuck, sauntering up to the table. “He left rather quick, all in a huff. That temper of his is going to get him in trouble someday.”
“Most likely,” agreed Jay. “It sure isn’t a good trait to have.”
* * * *
The moon. It lit up the night sky, illuminating everything in an ethereal glow.
A stroll before bed would do him good. The cool fresh air was just what he needed. It was bound to relax him, and remove all stress.
Jay walked past the main stable and when a hand reached out from the darkness and grabbed him, he let out a little yelp. He drew back his fist and was ready to strike at his unseen assailant. If anyone were to mess with him, he’d mess right back.
“Hold on now.” It was Mark. “You are jumpy. Jesus! Don’t hit me!”
“Well, what do you expect when someone grabs you like that? It could have been a cattle thief.”
“A cattle thief wouldn’t do this.” Marks hands went between his legs. “And he sure as hell wouldn’t do this.” Mark fell to his knees, unbuckling Jay’s belt.
He grew rock hard in an instant. Mark had an unsettling effect on him.
“You have such a hot cock. I wanted you to fuck me when we were together, but we didn’t have the time. Last night, all I could imagine was you sliding that fucker deep inside my tight asshole.”
The thought intrigued him. He hadn’t got to that point with Rhett, but the idea had crossed their minds and they’d talked about it.
He pushed his cock into Mark’s mouth and closed his eyes. This was bad, this was terrible. They shouldn’t be doing this at the ranch where there were too many ears and eyes lurking. After five minutes of continuous sucking action, he was just about ready to blow.
Mark stood, removing his trousers, revealing his perfect, creamy white globes. He turned and bent over. “Stick it in me, Jay. I want to feel you in there.”
Jay lubed his cock with spat, and taking aim slid between Mark’s cheeks, pressing against his desired target.
Mark burst forth with a loud moan.
Jay shot one hand over Mark’s mouth to stifle him. “Be quiet,” he said. He felt tightness envelop him, bringing him almost to his knees with a newfound, wondrous pleasure.
In a few thrusts, he’d come. At any time someone might walk in on them and that just fuelled him, causing his balls to ache with immense pleasure.
He fucked Mark deep and hard, pulling out then driving his cock back inside him to the root. If the guy wanted it, then he was damned well going to get the best fucking of his life.
With his right hand, he reached around and grabbed Mark’s throbbing cock, and with five strokes, Mark exploded all over his hand. This in turn triggered Jay’s own orgasm. He pulled out and jerked his cock all over Mark’s ass, hot cum plastering it.
“I knew you’d fuck like a champ,” said Mark, pulling up his trousers.
“Man, don’t ever surprise me like that again.”
“You liked it, admit it. You like my hot ass milking your hot dick.”
“Okay. Maybe just a little. Let’s get to the bunkhouse. After this, we both need a hell of a lot of sleep.”
Chapter Four
“The orders were to get everything you need at The Mercantile and the lumber mill. The school board has accounts at both. Do a good job. My ass is on the line, along with my reputation since I’m the one loaning you out,” explained Cal.
When Jay arrived at the teacher’s house, Will greeted him at the gate. “I have coffee inside if you would like a cup?”
“I’m good,” he replied. “I had a big breakfast back at the ranch. I see you’ve been working in the yard. It’s looking pretty good.”
“I have a green thumb and I enjoy gardening. I didn’t get much of a chance to indulge in the city.”
“That must have been something…living in the city.”
“It was nice, I enjoyed it. Shops, theatres—the city has it all. But it’s also very busy. It isn’t for everyone.”
“Interesting. I’ve never been far. I grew up in a small area. Not knowing the city, I think I would still prefer the country.”
Will shrugged his shoulders. “I can’t say that I disagree. I needed a change. That’s why I’m here.”
“Right. Well, I best get up and see to the roof.”
The roof was much more damaged then he had originally thought. He picked away at the rotted wood and calculated the repairs that would be needed. This job was going to take much longer than he had anticipated. The one upside would be being around Will. There was something about that man that he liked…a lot.
* * * *
Comparing Jay to Steven was absolutely absurd. It was like comparing apples to oranges or to any other fruit for that matter.
Steven came from a wealthy family, refined and well-bred in every way. Often, it was these very qualities that had irked Will. All Steven ever cared about was keeping up appearances, and his climb within polite society. In the end, that climb had not included Will or any aspect of their relationship.
Steven was the headmaster at The Elmwood Academy, an exclusive school for boys from privileged families in the area. Steven had hired him and now not only had they interacted in their personal life but also in their working.
It was one evening, after school had ended, when after a brief period of not being involved with each other that their affair started again.
“You’re still here,” said Steven, strolling into his classroom. “It’s good to know you’re so dedicated.”
“I wouldn’t call it dedication. I don’t want to fall behind. I plan a couple of days in advance for my classes. I’m a planner, it’s in my nature,” explained Will.
“That isn’t a bad thing, especially for a teacher.” Steven sat on the edge of his desk. “You’re an asset to the academy.”
A moment of silence sluiced between them.
“You look stressed,” said Steven. “A drink would do you good. I have some wonderful whisky upstairs in my office.”
Will fumbled with some papers, sorting through them. “You know I’m not much for drinking.” He hesitated. “One might be fine.”
“Great,” said Steven with a grin. “Follow me.”
Inside Steven’s office, they both settled on the leather settee, each in turn sipping their respective glasses.
“It’s strong,” said Will. He coughed, feeling the liq
uid warm him on the way down, cascading through his core.
“It’s good. A bold one for sure, but it warms the soul.”
“I suppose,” replied Will.
“I’ve…missed you.” Steven moved in closer, placing his glass on a table set to the side. “Very, very much. If I kissed you, would you refuse me?” Steven’s eyes moved to the floor. “Because I want to, bad.”
Will felt his trousers growing snug at just the thought of tasting Steven’s lips again. Recently, for so many nights, he’d ached for Steven, wishing they could be together, that everything would work itself out. It was a pipe dream and one that he held onto with hope.
Steven was his dream. Handsome, strong and often witty, he was perfect in almost every way. And he did desire him, that was undeniable. But what if someone walked in on them? They would both be fired and sent straight out the door.
Their lips melded together, and their tongues met in a never-ending passion, entwining them within a lust.
“Mmm.” Steven moved his hand down to his lap and settled it on his crotch. “I missed this,” he said. “I missed this, a lot.”
Steven slid to his knees on the floor in front of him, fumbling with Will’s trouser buttons.
“Suck me, take it,” he said, guiding Steven’s head closer, forcing him down on his cock. An insane urge came over him to laugh, the whole scene amusing him in the strangest way. “You love cock, don’t you?”
“I do.” Steven licked his shaft up and down. “You taste so good.”
“Take your cock out and stroke it,” ordered Will. It was out of character for him to play the dominant, yet thrilling.
Watching Steven pleasuring himself, it was enough to send him over the edge along with the expert tongue action manipulating his hard cock. “I’m going to explode,” he warned, feeling the pressure building inside his balls.
Steven withdrew his cock and jerked it frantically, aiming the engorged head at his lips. “Come all over my face,” he begged. “Shoot your hot load all over me.”
It rose deep in his groin, and shimmied up through his shaft as his balls pulled up in a hot surge of liquid fire. He leaned back, feeling the cum explode from the tip of his cock in wave after wave of wondrous ecstasy.
“It appears we’ve made quite the mess,” said Steven, trailing Will’s cum across his lips with one finger. “You shoot like a geyser and taste pretty darned good too.”
“That was intense.” Will fought to regain his composure, his chest heaving to regain his breath.
Intense, their relationship was perpetually intense.
* * * *
Jay cursed under his breath when his left foot dropped through the roof. Another rotted spot that had gone unnoticed. It seemed the whole damned thing needed to be replaced.
Pain shot through his leg, and as the blood soaked through his trousers, he was reminded of the day before, and how Will had tended to his hand. The last thing he needed was a bummed leg. Cal would be so pissed if he was put out of commission.
“Will?” he called, after he climbed down the ladder, being careful with his navigation to not fall.
“I’m inside,” called Will.
“I kind of went through the roof.” Jay limped inside the door, wincing in pain. This wasn’t good by a long shot.
Will rushed to his side. “Get those off, or I’m going to have to cut through them. I need to see it, so I can clean it.” Will pointed to a settee in the parlour. “Lay back and elevate your leg. It’ll help in case there is swelling.”
Jay swallowed hard, feeling a lump form in his throat. Without his trousers, he’d be naked. What if he became excited? How would Will react?
With some assistance from Will, he slid them down, closing his eyes, doing his best to maintain control of his body as Will’s hands connected with his flesh, skin on skin.
“It’s not that bad,” said Will. Jay groaned as he watched him cleanse the wound, wiping the excess blood away. “It’ll be fine. I’ll bandage it and you might want to favour the other leg to allow it to heal.”
“I’ll manage and do my best to get the work done here.”
“Don’t be silly,” scoffed Will. “That can wait. Healing comes first and foremost.”
“I should cover myself,” said Jay, removing his hat and placing it over his nakedness. He felt himself stirring under Will’s soft touch.
* * * *
Will averted his gaze from Jay’s crotch. Even flaccid, his manliness was the sheer ideal of perfection. He wanted to reach out, to touch it, feel it grow, to lift that hat. He resisted, concentrating on the task at hand, wrapping the man’s injured leg.
Jay was a hot specimen of man from head to toe. Long and lean with enough muscle to make Will weak in the knees. Will’s arousal stirred at the thought of doing many naughty things to Jay. “I’m sorry if I’m hurting you. It really can‘t be helped.”
“I can deal with it,” replied Jay. “Once again, I’m grateful to you for just being here. It’s saved me a trip to the doctor.” He shifted slightly, and the hat which covered him fell to the floor. His erection stood tall and obvious, but so did his extreme humiliation. “I’m sorry… It’s just…” he stammered.
“No need to apologise. It’s a natural reaction. But wow! That’s rather impressive,” said Will, pointing to at least eight inches of thick man-meat?. “You should be proud.”
“Really? You think so? I’ve never put much thought into it. It just is what it is.”
“Yeah. Most men would kill to have that.” Including him, in more ways than one. He licked his lips.
“It just springs up very easily, often when I least expect it.”
Will swallowed. Butterflies flittered inside his stomach. He was straying out on a limb, but those eyes, that handsome face, that torso and that thick cock. “Can I touch it?” He braced himself for Jay’s reaction, good or bad.
Jay shrugged. “I guess. Yeah, go ahead.”
He knelt on the settee then gently spread Jay’s legs apart for better access. He reached down and, at first, allowed his fingers to trace the throbbing length. He licked his lips again, this time with pure intention, lowered his head and met no protest from Jay. “Can I?” he asked, looking up, asking for permission to continue.
Jay nodded, biting his bottom lip.
Will grabbed Jay’s cock, retracting the foreskin, exposing the head. He first licked the top then popped it inside his mouth, beginning a slow, sensual sucking motion.
Jay moaned and squirmed. “Man, that’s great. Keep doing that.”
With his free hand he cupped Jay’s balls, tracing one finger to the area just beneath them. Moving further down, he placed his finger against Jay’s tight asshole and massaged in a circular motion. “How does that feel?” he asked.
“Nice. Keep doing that, it makes me wanna shoot my load.”
“Not yet. I want to make this last, I want to make you feel so good.”
Will stood and stripped off his clothing while Jay watched, stroking his cock. He then reached back and lubed his asshole with a glob of spat before he straddled Jay and felt the hot cowboy’s cock slide between his wanton cheeks. At first it hurt like hell, just like it had with Steve. But soon the pain would go when he adjusted to Jay’s girth, then pleasure would take over.
“I’m not hurting you, am I?” asked Jay. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“No.” Will shook his head. “It’s good. I want you deep inside me. Just ease in slow.”
They rocked back and forth in unison, each coated in sweat and on fire, burning with sex-filled lust and desire.
“Oh yeah, that’s it. Fill me with your hot man cock.” He braced himself against Jay’s chest for leverage.
* * * *
Jay clamped his eyes shut, feeling Will grip him every time he thrust inward. This had to be a dream, a damned good one. This man was perfect and yet a complete contrast to him, and everything he was.
He felt soft skin as he caressed Will’s chest. Sit
ting up just a bit, they met and kissed. There it was, he was coming, hard.
“Mmmm, yeah, that’s hot,” whimpered Will, pumping his own cock, arching his back and spraying hot sperm across Jay’s muscular chest.
“That was great,” said Jay.
“With you inside me, heaven. I’ve never had it like that before. Not even from…never mind.”
“From…who?”
“Just someone from my past and so not important,” explained Will. “I hope I didn’t hurt your leg while we did it.”
Jay chuckled. “It might have cured it.”
“I’d like to see you again. If that’s okay.”
“I can’t see why not. I’ve got tons of work here, even if my leg is not the best.” He pulled Will to him, kissing him forcefully. “And if we manage this again sometime, it wouldn’t be a bad thing.”
Will grinned. “I can deal with that. I can teach you a few things, me being the teacher and all.”
“Funny,” said Jay.
“I try my best,” added Will.
“Anyway, I best get back to the roof,” said Jay.
* * * *
“How did it go?” asked Cal, upon Jay’s arrival back at the ranch. “That house wasn’t the best when I took a look at it. You’d think the school board would have had a new one built by now.”
Still dazed and confused from his encounter with Will, he raised one brow with a silly grin on his lips. “It isn’t that bad. It’s mainly roof-rot. I managed to get my leg banged up, but the new teacher fixed it for me.”
“Keep an eye on that. If it gets infected, see the doctor in town. We’re good around here so just get the job done when you can. How did you find him, the new teacher?”
Hot. That was the first word that came to mind. “He’s decent, well-educated and all that. He seemed nice enough.”
“And a city boy,” added Cal. “Give him a year. He won’t stay. This place is too small for the likes of him. They never stay, just like the one before him. At first that Miss Hyacinth loved it here, and then one day she was gone, leaving everyone high and dry. For the sake of the kids, I hope he stays. The kids need someone stable to teach them, to help them move ahead with their learning.”
