problem. He made a wide circle and tried to again go towards where he had heard the whisper. Spirit reared and made a noise of fear.
That was enough to make Charlie a believer. He dismounted and held the reins, taking slow steps towards a stand of evergreens. Spirit protested loudly and dug in his hooves. Charlie wished Harley had stuck around. “Fine.” He brought the horse in the opposite direction and tied him to a tree to make sure he didn’t bolt from whatever was scaring him. And something was.
Charlie removed the shotgun but didn’t chamber a round.
He walked towards the darkness of the trees and strained to see into the thickness of the low hanging branches.
“Charlie.”
His jaw dropping in shock, Charlie said, “I cannot believe my eyes! Now, you can’t tell me I’m dreamin’ in the middle of the mornin’.” He set the shotgun aside and knelt next to Roman, who was once again naked and shivering. This time Roman was holding his shoulder, blood seeping through his fingers.
“Don’t you own any clothes?” He took off his sheepskinlined coat and covered Roman. “What did you do this time?” Charlie nudged back Roman’s hand to see what looked to be a graze of a one of the shotgun round’s pellets. The skin was sliced and beginning to get red and angry.
“Hang on. I got a first aid kit on the saddle.”
As Charlie walked to Spirit, who was not looking comfortable at all at the moment, he tried to make sense of this strange man. “If that weren’t no dream, then I…” Charlie removed a small box from a saddlebag. Did I make love to you last night?
Charlie looked over his shoulder, half-expecting Roman to not be there when he checked.
He returned with his kit and knelt down beside him. “I’m at a loss, Roman. Are you some kind of naturist who don’t believe in clothing?” He dabbed at the wound, making Roman hiss like a cat as he flinched from the sting. “This time of year, ya have to wear clothes. I swear, I don’t know who’s crazier. Me for thinkin’ you’re real, or you for being so stupid.” He used gauze and white tape to patch up the wound. “There. I suppose you need me to take you back to my place and borrow clothing.”
Roman lunged at him, connecting their mouths, gripping Charlie’s shoulders.
Charlie blinked and braced himself before he was slammed into the trunk of the trees they were under. He broke the kiss and gasped at Roman. “What are you?” He stared into the depth of Roman’s eyes, and the green gaze made his skin prickle with warning. “I did make love you last night, didn’t I? You kept tellin’ me I was dreamin’ but—”
Roman tackled Charlie and pinned him to the ground, devouring his mouth and grinding his cock on Charlie’s crotch.
Charlie was sure someone had tainted the water on the ranch. There was no mistaking he was awake, but how he kept finding this naked man who had an insatiable appetite for sex was confusing the heck out of him.
With an effort Charlie turned away from the hungry kisses. “Hold on, Roman…hang on!”
Charlie felt Roman opening his shirt, the jacket had slid off Roman’s body and the sight of his sculpted biceps and rounded chest muscles was beginning to get Charlie into that state he was in last night. Pure lust, aching to hump. “What’s going on? How does a man end up naked on this mountain? Especially a gay one who looks like a city boy. Come on, Roman. You and I had unprotected sex last night. I feel slightly violated now. You knew I was out of it, thinkin’ it wasn’t real.”
“It’s not real now.” Roman smiled and his pure white teeth made him appear wicked.
Charlie didn’t know what to say. What do you say to a naked Greek god who’s hot for your cock?
While Charlie’s heart felt as if it were exploding in his chest, Roman opened his jeans and hunted for his prick. He grasped Charlie’s cock and exposed it from his clothing. After Roman admired it, smoothed his hands over the
That was enough to make Charlie a believer. He dismounted and held the reins, taking slow steps towards a stand of evergreens. Spirit protested loudly and dug in his hooves. Charlie wished Harley had stuck around. “Fine.” He brought the horse in the opposite direction and tied him to a tree to make sure he didn’t bolt from whatever was scaring him. And something was.
Charlie removed the shotgun but didn’t chamber a round.
He walked towards the darkness of the trees and strained to see into the thickness of the low hanging branches.
“Charlie.”
His jaw dropping in shock, Charlie said, “I cannot believe my eyes! Now, you can’t tell me I’m dreamin’ in the middle of the mornin’.” He set the shotgun aside and knelt next to Roman, who was once again naked and shivering. This time Roman was holding his shoulder, blood seeping through his fingers.
“Don’t you own any clothes?” He took off his sheepskinlined coat and covered Roman. “What did you do this time?” Charlie nudged back Roman’s hand to see what looked to be a graze of a one of the shotgun round’s pellets. The skin was sliced and beginning to get red and angry.
“Hang on. I got a first aid kit on the saddle.”
As Charlie walked to Spirit, who was not looking comfortable at all at the moment, he tried to make sense of this strange man. “If that weren’t no dream, then I…” Charlie removed a small box from a saddlebag. Did I make love to you last night?
Charlie looked over his shoulder, half-expecting Roman to not be there when he checked.
He returned with his kit and knelt down beside him. “I’m at a loss, Roman. Are you some kind of naturist who don’t believe in clothing?” He dabbed at the wound, making Roman hiss like a cat as he flinched from the sting. “This time of year, ya have to wear clothes. I swear, I don’t know who’s crazier. Me for thinkin’ you’re real, or you for being so stupid.” He used gauze and white tape to patch up the wound. “There. I suppose you need me to take you back to my place and borrow clothing.”
Roman lunged at him, connecting their mouths, gripping Charlie’s shoulders.
Charlie blinked and braced himself before he was slammed into the trunk of the trees they were under. He broke the kiss and gasped at Roman. “What are you?” He stared into the depth of Roman’s eyes, and the green gaze made his skin prickle with warning. “I did make love you last night, didn’t I? You kept tellin’ me I was dreamin’ but—”
Roman tackled Charlie and pinned him to the ground, devouring his mouth and grinding his cock on Charlie’s crotch.
Charlie was sure someone had tainted the water on the ranch. There was no mistaking he was awake, but how he kept finding this naked man who had an insatiable appetite for sex was confusing the heck out of him.
With an effort Charlie turned away from the hungry kisses. “Hold on, Roman…hang on!”
Charlie felt Roman opening his shirt, the jacket had slid off Roman’s body and the sight of his sculpted biceps and rounded chest muscles was beginning to get Charlie into that state he was in last night. Pure lust, aching to hump. “What’s going on? How does a man end up naked on this mountain? Especially a gay one who looks like a city boy. Come on, Roman. You and I had unprotected sex last night. I feel slightly violated now. You knew I was out of it, thinkin’ it wasn’t real.”
“It’s not real now.” Roman smiled and his pure white teeth made him appear wicked.
Charlie didn’t know what to say. What do you say to a naked Greek god who’s hot for your cock?
While Charlie’s heart felt as if it were exploding in his chest, Roman opened his jeans and hunted for his prick. He grasped Charlie’s cock and exposed it from his clothing. After Roman admired it, smoothed his hands over the