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Shane is all alone on the ranch, working like a dog and none too happy about it either. Along comes Shiloh, ready to work hard and do anything he can to help. Turns out, he's able to do a lot more for Shane than pitch hay and tend cows--there's more missing from Shane's life than just a good ranch hand. This 5400 word story contains sexually explicit material, and is intended only for persons over the age of 18.
Excerpt:
Shiloh pushed against Shane, backing him up until he was against the wall then grinding his pelvis into the older man's. Shane was harder than diamond and started tugging at Shiloh's clothes, needing to feel more than soft cotton and rough denim under his fingers. He responded by whipping off his shirt and dropping his jeans down to his ankles before kicking them away. Wearing only boxers, he gave Shane a wicked grin before kneeling on the hard concrete and undoing the button fly on Shane's pants.
Looking down at the broad, tanned shoulders before him, he couldn't believe he was about to get head from another man. Never in his life had he thought this was what he wanted. But when Shiloh's hot, wet mouth closed on his cock, Shane knew this was exactly what he'd been missing all along. His head banged against the wall as all the sensations overwhelmed him. He'd gotten head before, but this was so much more. It was like the difference between a lite mass-market beer and a carefully crafted micro-brew. He drummed his head against the wall trying to distract himself before he came too soon and ruined it.
"Aw, fuck! I don't wanna come yet. You gotta stop. No, wait. Shit, yes. Do that. Fuck, keep doing that."
Excerpt:
Shiloh pushed against Shane, backing him up until he was against the wall then grinding his pelvis into the older man's. Shane was harder than diamond and started tugging at Shiloh's clothes, needing to feel more than soft cotton and rough denim under his fingers. He responded by whipping off his shirt and dropping his jeans down to his ankles before kicking them away. Wearing only boxers, he gave Shane a wicked grin before kneeling on the hard concrete and undoing the button fly on Shane's pants.
Looking down at the broad, tanned shoulders before him, he couldn't believe he was about to get head from another man. Never in his life had he thought this was what he wanted. But when Shiloh's hot, wet mouth closed on his cock, Shane knew this was exactly what he'd been missing all along. His head banged against the wall as all the sensations overwhelmed him. He'd gotten head before, but this was so much more. It was like the difference between a lite mass-market beer and a carefully crafted micro-brew. He drummed his head against the wall trying to distract himself before he came too soon and ruined it.
"Aw, fuck! I don't wanna come yet. You gotta stop. No, wait. Shit, yes. Do that. Fuck, keep doing that."
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