Western Rider 22

My stables are now packed, five new ladies and one new gentleman. Business is booming. I have no time to ride, which pisses me off. I feel like I'm in management. I hired a guy to help out. He's very different than the last stablehand.

Zeb is a rescue. Age nineteen. QAF. Kicked out. Strong and silent. Might be fragile in other ways. I get the sense he might've been abused. Stays up at the bunkhouse.

Six men and a woman applied. Four weren't really qualified. The woman would've been good, but she took a trucking job. That left Zeb and another guy. The other guy quit after a day. He seemed like he was into it. Although only a little out of shape, it was clear that he couldn't do the job.

Then Burt couldn't find Zeb. Phone didn't work. We were about to put in another job request when he called Burt from another phone. He was living outdoors up north. I volunteered to pick him up, his stuff in garbage bags and a cart. We took in his dog, too. I had to quarantine the dog until I could give him shots and flea bathe him.

Ocho was nervous that the kid had drugs, but it was not so. His daddy kicked him out, then took Zeb's truck back, as it was not in his name. Zeb was quiet. He seems to like the bunkhouse and Oli's cooking. Cleaned up fast. Really wanted to be in the stables. He's good with horses and grew up around them.

There was also my odd nervousness of all the sex we had around the place. That sort of shutdown a bit. I might be up at the lodge when there were no customers or guests. Or in Ocho's fifth wheel. My hot tub was a solo experience. Shit. Oli didn't care, and the two other hands never come down here, ever.

My new husband Robert came up for a long weekend. He lives in LA and visits when he can but he does the high life world of finance. Robert and I went out for a ride onto BLM land. I know the rangers and staff; they like to know what we're doing but otherwise don't bother us. This means that I can get my fuck on with my husband, or as I like to call him, my wife.

Wife will service my every need, happily. This heavy duty CFO wants nothing more than to cuddle, suck my dick, or let me bone his cute butt endlessly. Once in a rare while, I will flip for him and let him impregnate me. We ride, talk. His life is so different than mine, and vice-verse.

We'll see strays, wild horses a plenty, a few bears, endless coyotes, snakes, strange birds, and skies full of stars. Robert thought it would be fun to ride naked, and that's good for about five miles until that leather starts chafing. It's fun to watch his weiner bob up and down as he rides, and that cute butt jiggling in a rhythm.

When we're back, he'll stay in my love shack rather then the huge damn lodge. I'm glad I don't have to clean THAT. He knows I have sex with Burt, sometimes his hotwife thing, Kathy, and Ocho takes care of my greedy piggy butt. He's heard about Zeb and wonders if Zeb will cut loose with us. I told Robert that I think he's fragile. Queer as fuck, but if he's showing interest, it might happen. He advises me to stay cool. Litigation is expensive, he warns me. I nod. Then my ultimate boss sucks my big dick until I squirt. Employee-management relations are excellent.

Zeb knows I'm married to Robert. He wonders why we live apart. I tell him basically we're very compatible, but live on different planets. He nods. He likes Robert. He likes the pay, and the board, health insurance and the food, but most especially, and this is why I like Zeb, he likes the horses. He's shy about administering meds.

Robert leaves, which always makes me sad and happy at the same time. It's a hot day. I have to trim and I put on my farrier's cap and haul out the tools. I give Zeb a lesson in hoof treatment, and why.

We have four customers to trim. It's tricky; you can get the shit kicked out of you if you're not careful. Now that the residents are used to Zeb, this should be easy. I take my shirt off. Zeb follows suit.

He notices my tit piercings. Looks and looks. I tell him to focus on the task. It can be dangerous to have the shit kicked out of you. He nods.

It's pretty fast work. He's getting the hang of it. One horse is getting shoes, but I shaped them earlier. Zeb's standing in the danger zone so I gently push him back. I'm alarmed. He backs off and sure as hell, there's an objection and there are two fast kicks. The shoe goes flying out of the stall at high speed.

I fetch the shoe as Zeb stands there and looks freaked out. Kid is shaking. I calm the horse, a sometimes cranky mare. Then I hug Zeb. His arms go around me, and his face into my shoulder. He slowly stops shaking.

An alarm goes off in my head. This man has an erection pressing my leg. I ignore it. Slowly, I push him back.

"We good?" He half-smiles and nods yes.

The rest is pretty easy. I am dripping in sweat. I put my tools away, and Zeb helps. I'm done for the day.

"Zeb, you can take a shower over in the shower stall. I'll do your laundry," I tell him. Skinny kid.

He marches down the hall and as I sort and clean the tools, he strips.

Yes, I watch. He's thin but not too thin. He turns to face me and asks me about the water taps. Half-naked myself, I show him what is how. "Takes thirty seconds until the hot water comes from the heater. Two o'clock and five o'clock on the cold will not scald you."

Zeb nods. I notice he is pretty erect, a half-foot dick, cut. He has no ink, and only a little fur. Scrawny. Not too bad. Has muscle. I look at his naked bod for a minute and exit.

I hear the water. I pull off my boots, and my jeans. I stink. I walk into the shower and Zeb stares at me.

"Do you always keep a huge bottle of lube in the shower?" He has a smile on his face as he stares at my naked bod.

"Yep."

"For sex?"

"Yep."

"With Robert?"

"Yep."

Zeb's lips curl a bit. "Do you want to have sex with me?"

"Tough question, Zeb. You're a nice guy, but we can't do it unless we follow some rules."

"YES!" he yells out, shaking his fist high in the air.

Then he thinks to ask me the rules.

"Any sex has nothing to do with how we work together." Zeb nods eagerly. His dick is really hard. Mine has started to lift, too.

"Everything is by consent. Only yes means yes, all other answers are 'no'". He nods again. His eyes are lighting up, his dick brain might now be in charge. That worries me.

"Others here have sex. You tell no one, no pics, no stories." His face gets serious.

"You might see others doing it; everyone has to consent. Can't just join in." He gets more serious and nods. "We don't talk about it with others, and when there are customers and vendors, we're like angels."

"Do you agree?"

Zeb nods.

"Say it."

"I agree."

I grab the soap squeeze bottle and get a palm-full. I move Zeb under the water and wash his bod. He has wide bony shoulders. I work his delts with my hands. They look angry.

He about swoons. This young man is a sponge for my touch. I wash it all, ignoring his dick. He turns suddenly and hugs me hard. His boner rubs my leg, then Zeb ejaculates, right then and there, on my leg. It drips down, hot and thick. He's in tears.

Embarrassed as hell, he starts washing all that goo off my leg. There's a lot of goo. My dick is near his face and he is distracted. Very nervous. He finishes and looks up at me.

He looks at my dick. Does nothing. He needs permission. I silently nod. His hand wraps my shaft and lifts it, staring at it. He looks up again. I nod again.

He sucks me. Sweetly, his eyes never leaving mine. He jacks my shaft softly. I'm very boned. He's erect again. Zeb's hands rub my legs and my fur. His eyes close and he moans.

I pull my shaft back and up. He licks my nuts softly and moans again. I stand him up. I rub his dick on top of mine. He hugs me again and tilts his head up to be kissed. He's a gentle kisser, a shy tongue.

Zeb starts to twitch and yes, he's cumming yet again. His head turns away as he squirts on me. I keep squeezing gently, then move back a bit. I take his cum and use it for wanking lube. I push on his shoulder and he's back on his knees. I start squirting and douse Zeb. He leans in catches some of my cum on his tongue and looks up at me.

I have to laugh. I covered him. It's in his hair, everywhere. He doesn't understand my laughter.

"Sorry, Zeb. Didn't mean to douse you with my load!" He understands, and his face brightens considerably.

"That's OK! I never got a facial before!" He stands. And he's erect AGAIN, or still hard. I drop to my knees on the floor and suck his dick. I'm going for it, I'm guessing I'll be rewarded quickly. I squeeze his skinny butt cheeks and then tap his hole.

I am rewarded! It's another amazing fucking bunch of squirts. I get it all. He finally sags. Limp. Gone.

He washes his face in the shower spray. I go to the dryer and hand him a towel from the stack. Done.

Zeb is relaxed, and not quite as shy-acting. I dress in fresh jeans and a shirt. Ahhhhh. Empty balls.

I give him a hug and scoot him on his way. He has a bit more swagger. Still too skinny.

It's after ten. The stars are out.

Ocho sits on the deck of my hot tub. He has just railed me like a whore. Feels good. He looks over at me.

"'Caught you sucking the new guy's dick. I don't think you saw me."

"Guilty as charged."

"I made a hundred dollars."

I look at him. "How?"

"I bet Burt you'd be naked with that man within a week. He didn't believe it. I win. Took you four days, faggot."

I smile.

"You wanna rail him?"

"All in good time, Joe. All in good time....."

Then I thought about that.

"Ocho, you have another bet going?"

He smiles at me.

"Bend over, slut."