TMOBR1 Jay (3 page)

“I hear the roof is in a hard way, and on the way in, I spotted a couple of pickets missing from the fence.”

“And the glass in the kitchen window, it’s busted,” added Will. “The rest I can manage myself.”

“Well then, I best get up on the roof and take a look. Do you have a ladder?”

“It’s out back, leaning against the house.”

“Great.”

When he turned to walk away,
Will couldn’t
resist stealing a quick glance at the other man’s perfectly sculpted butt. He flushed again at the less than pure thoughts racing through his mind. The last thing he needed at this time was complications. And thinking about any man in that forbidden way could possible
bring
them about in spades.

Thirty minutes later, Jay returned. He cradled one hand in the other and there was blood, so much blood.

“What happened?” asked Will, rushing to him, concerned.

“Rough edge.
It’s not bad, just a tear.”

“Let me see.”

“I just need it wrapped to help stop the bleeding.”

“In the kitchen, now,” ordered Will. “I’ll need to clean it. Run it first under the water.”

He held Jay’s hand under the flow of water while he pumped with his free one. “It isn’t bad as I thought, just a lot of blood. Hold it there while I get something to clean and wrap it with.”

He returned with two long strips of cotton along with a bottle of rubbing alcohol. “This should do it,” he said, after cleansing and dressing the wound. “I’d advise you to get a doctor to take a look.”

“No need. It’ll be fine. Thanks for seeing to it. I ‘
spects
the doctor would have done the same as you have.”

Their eyes met.

“When will you be back again?” asked Will.

“Tomorrow.
Cal, my boss, has given me the okay to be away from the ranch until the work is completed.”

“Well, Mr
Harnett
, let’s call it a day.” Being in this man’s company, he didn’t entirely trust himself.

“From now on, call me Jay.”

“Then you will have to call me Will.”

They walked to the door and he watched Jay head off down the path. His heart thudded and he felt slightly nauseous. Was Jay different, like him? Was that even possible? There had been a spark. Something had been exchanged between the two of them.

* * * *

Gosh darn it! The new teacher surely isn’t a woman, but a man and a rather attractive-looking one!

Surely the man wasn’t a…homosexual. He winced at even the sheer notion of thinking about that word. Everything about it brought back bad memories, memories of church, and being told that all homosexuals would burn in the flames of hell for all eternity by the preacher.

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 liquid 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.”