| Author: | Francis Ashe | ISBN: | 9781466085749 |
| Publisher: | Francis Ashe | Publication: | January 29, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Francis Ashe |
| ISBN: | 9781466085749 |
| Publisher: | Francis Ashe |
| Publication: | January 29, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
“Get on up there, let’s check this loft out.” Vance said, breaking the silence.
As Dave ascended, Vance watched the younger man’s cheeks swish slightly from side to side in his rough, tight cowboy jeans. The tool belt Dave still had on from the day’s work clanked and clonked as he made his way up the ladder. Something about that got Vance excited. The thought of this guy he’d met only two weeks before with his tight body and firm ass right above him. The tool belt didn’t hurt anything - made him look even more rugged and masculine. As an afterthought, Vance dragged a length of lasso rope up after them. He thought it would be a good idea to have some way to get down from the loft if the ladder, for some reason, went out of commission.
Exhausted, Dave sat hard in the hay that was spread around the upper floor. He had been shirtless since noon. He was, first of all, incredibly hot, but also thought it’d be as good a time as any to get a little sun. Vance sat behind his younger lover and kissed him lightly on the neck. He slipped the water bottle out of Dave’s tool belt and shot a jet of lukewarm water across Dave’s shoulders and used the moisture to give him a little rub down on the back of the neck.
“Mmm.. feels good,” Dave said as Vance dug his thumbs into the tight muscles of his neck.
“Lay down on your stomach,” Vance said softly, “I’ll relax this tight back.”
As Dave obediently stretched out in the golden hay, Vance spied a half-empty bottle of olive oil that he brought out here for lunch, and then forgot. Grabbing the hourglass shaped container, he poured a stream from high up and relished the pools and splashes that appeared on his lover’s lower back. Vance ran his rough hands down the center of Dave’s back, kneading at the tanned skin.
“Get on up there, let’s check this loft out.” Vance said, breaking the silence.
As Dave ascended, Vance watched the younger man’s cheeks swish slightly from side to side in his rough, tight cowboy jeans. The tool belt Dave still had on from the day’s work clanked and clonked as he made his way up the ladder. Something about that got Vance excited. The thought of this guy he’d met only two weeks before with his tight body and firm ass right above him. The tool belt didn’t hurt anything - made him look even more rugged and masculine. As an afterthought, Vance dragged a length of lasso rope up after them. He thought it would be a good idea to have some way to get down from the loft if the ladder, for some reason, went out of commission.
Exhausted, Dave sat hard in the hay that was spread around the upper floor. He had been shirtless since noon. He was, first of all, incredibly hot, but also thought it’d be as good a time as any to get a little sun. Vance sat behind his younger lover and kissed him lightly on the neck. He slipped the water bottle out of Dave’s tool belt and shot a jet of lukewarm water across Dave’s shoulders and used the moisture to give him a little rub down on the back of the neck.
“Mmm.. feels good,” Dave said as Vance dug his thumbs into the tight muscles of his neck.
“Lay down on your stomach,” Vance said softly, “I’ll relax this tight back.”
As Dave obediently stretched out in the golden hay, Vance spied a half-empty bottle of olive oil that he brought out here for lunch, and then forgot. Grabbing the hourglass shaped container, he poured a stream from high up and relished the pools and splashes that appeared on his lover’s lower back. Vance ran his rough hands down the center of Dave’s back, kneading at the tanned skin.
