Slapout: Chapter 10

Wednesday Briefs

Small time town with big time drama.


Chapter 10

Eli stood in the dim light of early morning watching Cullen prepare bottles for the latest residence in the lambing. The low tones of profanity drifted toward him and he started to step in to help. But a second later Cullen solved his problem and filled the bottle with warm milk for one lamb.

As he watched, a chilling predawn breeze slipped through the door. He pulled his denim jacket tighter around. His movement signaled Cullen to his presence.

Cullen grinned as he readied another bottle. “It doesn’t do you much good to have hot water installed in the equipment room if you get up and watch me mix the formula.”

Eli smirked and bumped his fist against Cullen’s shoulder. “I was already awake. I was going through the records to see where we could do better.”

He stopped what he’d been doing and locked his eyes on Eli. “What do you mean we need to do better? I thought the ranch was doing good.”

Eli chuckled as he relaxed against the doorframe and slipped his hands in his pockets. “Don’t get all twisted in knots. I said I was looking for ways to improve, not that we are about to go under. That’s why we have the sheep. They’d help maximize our forage use.”

Cullen studied him for a few seconds before he nodded and turned back to the task at hand. The dim light laminated the room as he heated the milk substitute. Once they were both warm, he grabbed the two bottles and headed for the door where Eli stopped him. Cullen looked up to find a smirk across Eli’s face.

“Give me a bottle. They’ve never nursed from it on their own and will fight you. It’ll be easier if I feed one of the little monsters.”

Cullen studied him but then sighed and held out the other bottle to Eli. “Okay, I give. It would make it simpler for each of us to take one.”

He took the warm formula from Cullen and grinned. “I’m glad you agree. I’m not the most reasonable person at ungodly hours.”

Cullen rolled his eyes but kept his comments to himself. They flipped on the lights in the barn and every animal housed inside cried for attention. Eli found the early morning cacophony deafening as they made their way to the small enclosure holding the ewe and her twins. As they moved closer, the mother gathered her offspring around her, faced Eli and Cullen and stomped her foot at them. When she repeated the action a second time, Cullen looked toward Eli.

“What’s up with her? I don’t remember a ewe getting so aggressive before,” Cullen said.

Eli shrugged, “Some of them get protective of their babies. Usually about all they’ll do is make threats though. Not like some cows I’ve had before who would try to crawl into the pickup to get you if you mess with their calf.”

“You’ll let me know which ones those are—right?”

Eli chuckled, “Those cows go to market in a heartbeat. But we’re getting off track. We need to get more food down these two.”

Cullen stepped into the pen, snagged one lamb and held it against him as he tried to coax her to nurse from the bottle. But all he accomplished was to irritate the lamb and have a squirming pile of tiny sheep in his arms. He had spent far too long when the distinctive sound of nursing filled the space.

Eli’s lamb was enthusiastically nursing at the bottle. Frustrated, he grunted toward Eli. “You want to share your secret? All this little shit does is clench its teeth and fight me.”

“You have to show it who’s boss. Shove that nipple into its mouth.”

Cullen shot him a sullen glance before refocusing on manhandling an eight pound lamb. But he was losing the battle. He’d struggled with the little sprite for several minutes to no avail. But he refused to quit, even when the other lamb finished its meal.  Eli knew it was time to step in before Cullen’s frustration ruled his good sense.

He stepped closer and laid his hand on Cullen’s shoulder. “Here, let me help. That little shit is a fighter like its mom.”

Cullen tensed, but then the tension disappeared. “Yes, before the knot-head hurts itself.”

Eli took the bottle and waited until Cullen had a tight hold on the trouble maker, then carefully pried its jaws open. After a brief struggle, Eli slipped the rubber nipple into its mouth.

The lamb fought before swallowing several squirts of milk. It frozen place, then suckled again for a second as if it were sampling the goods.

The animal looked up at Cullen for a long second, then nursed with all the ferocity of a piranha after raw meat. After a few seconds of furious nursing, Cullen turned to Eli.

“I think she’s got it now.”

Eli chuckled and squeezed Cullen’s shoulder before heading back to the house, his cozy bed and a few more hours of sleep.


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Slapout: Chapter 09

Wednesday Briefs

Small time town with big time drama.


Chapter 09

Eli stopped what he was doing and leaned against the pitchfork to watch when he spotted Cullen topping the ridge. A second later an agitated ewe came into view, and he knew what had happened. They still had a few nursery jugs unoccupied in the barn. But if Cullen kept bringing back every newborn lamb from the pastures, they would need smaller pens, or more of them.

Once Cullen had rode close enough to hear him, Eli gave him a welcoming wave. “Find more babies who need your special touch?”

Cullen’s expression never changed and Eli braced himself for bad news. “What’s wrong?”

“Coyotes. A pair. They were after her lambs.”

Eli took a deep breath then let it out slowly. He considered how to deal with this, then met Cullen’s gaze. “Good job. They’d would have got both babies. You did the right thing bringing her to the house.”

Cullen relaxed. “I didn’t know what to else to do. I figured it would be safest to just bring ‘em out of the pasture.”

Eli lifted the lambs from the saddle and held them out to their mother. She had been running back and forth a few feet away. But when she spotted her offspring, the ewe came to a sudden stop, stepped closer and sniffed each lamb. Eli grinned when she bleated.

“That’s it girl. You follow along, and we’ll get you and your babies in somewhere safe. We’ll protect you from those nasty old coyotes.”

Cullen draped his leg around the saddle horn and laughed at Eli. “You know, baby talking to the sheep it’ll kill your whole macho man routine.”

“Oh shut up. It isn’t like you haven’t talked the same way to the animals. You’d think that horse and you have a thing going,” Eli said.

“Fuck you. Get the mother in the lambing pen before something else happens.”

Cullen snorted when Eli flipped him off before working the very excited ewe into one of the empty enclosures. She fell into the category of ewes who needed more help than he’d normally give. He stood on the edge of darkness marking the entrance to the cavernous barn. He held on to the lambs as the ewe made her displeasure known before plunging into the dark shadow.

Eli laid the twins on the bedding he’d strewn in a deep layer across a lambing crate after it’s last occupant returned to the flock. The ewe plunged past him and checked her offspring to figure out what Eli did to them.

Eli and Cullen waited to see how the reunion went. One of the lamb bounced back in seconds and looked for its food supply. They watched the other, hoping for a comparable response. But it lay sprawled across the bedding while it’s mother nudged it again and again while making sounds of concern. All of which had no effect. Eli motioned toward the tack room in a corner of the barn.

“Grab one of the plastic cups and a bottle. Let’s see if we can get milk into her.”

Cullen nodded and trotted for the equipment Eli’d asked for. A quick minute later, he returned with everything. He climbed over the fence then glanced over to see what instructions Eli had for him.

“Grab her and I’ll try to get a meal for the baby.”

Cullen cornered the ewe and held her tight. Eli knelt beside her and worked out the thick first milk into the cup. It wasn’t a fast done chore either, the ewes Eli ran were not built for hand-milking. But Eli persevered and milked what he thought would be a good amount to get down her.

As Eli moved to ready the bottle, he motioned toward Cullen. “Grab the lamb and lets try to get something into her.”

Cullen lifted the limp form while Eli tried to get the nipple in it’s mouth. They struggled with the lamb for several long minutes and Eli feared they were running out of options. He’d reached the point to consider tubing the newborn, when it swallowed.

“Damn,” Cullen said. “I thought this was going bad.”

As the lamb took a second drink, Eli couldn’t help but smiled. “I was right there with you. But she’s nursing.”

They broke into a soft chuckle as the sounds of furious sucking filled the air around them.


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Slapout: Chapter 08

Wednesday Briefs

Small time town with big time drama.


Chapter 08

Cullen led his horse from its stall as he prepared to check the flocks. Eli had found the remains of a lamb yesterday so today he was not only checking for birthing issues, but something was getting past the dogs. He slid his rifle into the saddle holster and swung into the horse. The sun would break above the horizon in a few minutes and the day would begin its climb to the staggering heat typical for this time of the year. He enjoyed the early morning silence of the ranch. It seemed quieter here on the high plains than at his family’s farm in Georgia. It might not be as hot back home, but the humidity in the southeast made the air so thick it felt like you could slice it with a knife.

The horse eased to a stop at the gate and Cullen worked past the obstacle. He made his way to the south, and the first water tank in the pasture. Cullen released the windmill, and water began filling the trough. He liked to fill it each day even though it would have lasted for several days. He followed the adage his grandfather always gave about planning for the future.

Once the windmill functioned without a problem, he continued over a ridge marking a change in the terrain. The terrain became broken with grazing becoming much more scattered than closer to the headquarters. He eased the horse onto one trail, worn into the ground by generations of animals moving across the landscape.

After several minutes of searching, he heard the faint sound of the ewes and their guardian dogs. But he could tell by the sounds there was a problem. Cullen hoped he’d showed up early enough to prevent more losses. He urged the horse to a lope toward the flock. He topped the hill to find the sheep packed tight together with the dogs circling them.

Cullen studied the scene and spotted a ewe separated from the flock, and it looked like she was lambing. A few seconds more and he saw the cause of distress for the sheep and the dogs. He caught motion slinking under the camouflage of a clump of sagebrush.

A coyote. No, damn it. A pair.

He grabbed his rifle, snapped it to his shoulder and aimed.  The crack of gunfire echoed across the barren landscape.

“Shit!” Cullen yelled as the pair of predators disappeared. He knew this wouldn’t be the last time they used Eli’s flock as a moving buffet. To make matters worse, they probably had pups. But there was nothing he could do about the coyote right now.

He pulled the mare toward the ewe. She was circling a small area, refusing to go further than a few yards.

She’s got a lamb. Where is it?

Cullen swung his leg over the saddle and dropped to the ground. He let the reins trail from his hands as he searched the surroundings that didn’t seem to contain enough cover for a mouse. After a few steps, he realized the ewe could lead him to her baby.

He stood still and watched the wooly mama. A few minutes passed with them at an impasse before Cullen took a step toward one of the tiny clumps, and the ewe about lost her shit. He squatted and reached inside the grass and his hand landed on a damp textured something.

It didn’t take long to realize he had two newborns on his hands still wet from amniotic fluid, and one upset ewe.

“Take it easy, mama. We’ll get you and your little ones back to the barns. You just be patient.”

He carried two tiny lambs to his horse and after a few seconds realized this would be more of a challenge than he thought. But he got the lambs between him and the saddle horn. The calls of the two little ones and the protests from the mother would make this a long trip.


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Slapout: Chapter 07

Wednesday Briefs

Small time town with big time drama.


Chapter 07

Gage stumbled into the kitchen, lifted a coffee cup from the dish drainer and poured himself a mug of the strong brew he and Ben programed every night so it would be ready when they woke the next morning. The aroma of coffee curled around him as he filled his cup with the dark liquid. He mixed in the sugar and cream he liked until the drink matched the color of milk chocolate.

He lifted the drink and sipped at the steaming liquid. The heat washed down his throat and infused through him along with caffeine. Gage enjoyed the sensation with his eyes half closed. He walked toward Alec intending to wake him for breakfast. As he reached down, he couldn’t help but see the dried remains of Alec’s orgasm.

Shit. He heard us. I told Ben he would but no, he said it would be fine. Well, he can be the one to fuckin’ take care of it.

Gage stomped to their bedroom, ready to tear Ben a new asshole. But then he entered the room, and his resolve melted away. Ben lay across the bed with only a thin sheet over his crotch and his woody tenting the material. Gage drew nearer, leaned close and kissed him on the cheek.

Ben groaned and stretched, ending up almost naked. His eyes opened a slit, then his voice, raspy and deep, curled around Gage. His bristling aggravation melted like a snowball in the middle of a summer afternoon.

Damn, Ben is so fucking hot.

After a few more stretches and a vigorous scrubbing of his eyes, Ben motioned Gage closer. “Come here, sexy. Let’s have some morning fun.”

Gage batted off Ben’s good-natured groping with a chuckle. “Yeah, about that. It would seem we set an example for Alec last night and I’m not going to wake him up and tell him he’s crusty.”

Ben fell back onto the bed, laughing. It took a few minutes for him to calm himself while Gage stood glaring at him with his arms crossed over his chest. Once the laughter dropped to a giggle, Gage tried again.

“Alec is laying on our couch with dried cum all over him. What’re we going to do about it?”

Ben stared at him for a time, wiping the tears from his eyes. But then he gathered himself, rolled from the bed, and started to the living room.

“Hey! You’re only wearing your briefs,” Gage said.

Ben grinned. “I’ll tell Alec to go wash the crusties off. I think undies work.”

Gage sighed as Ben turned down the hallway, but he couldn’t resist following to see what happened. Ben had never been one for subtlety. They would probably end up with everyone embarrassed. Gage stopped at the doorway into the living room as his husband strolled toward their sleeping friend.

Ben kicked the sofa and shouted. “Hey, Alec. Get your ass up!”

Alec groaned and rolled to his back. In the process, he also lost the sheet, exposing himself. Heat flashed over Gage, but he couldn’t tear himself away from the unfolding comical porn routine.

Ben reached down, grabbed Alec’s shoulder and shook him harder. “Alec! Wake your fucking ass up!”

Alec stretched with a low groan, his hooded cock flopping onto his thigh. “Sorry, Ben. I guess I crashed hard.”

Ben grinned and nodded toward Alec’s torso. “Looks like you were hard enough for something else before crashing.”

Alec looked confused and followed Ben’s gaze. He froze at the trails of dried cum and whimpered. He grabbed the sheet and twisted it around himself as he fled to the bathroom chased by Ben’s laughter.


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Slapout: Chapter 06

Wednesday Briefs

Small time town with big time drama.


Chapter 06

The sun had disappeared behind the western horizon, and the first of the cicada began their nightly chorus. After downing more than his share of handcrafted beers, plus a few of Ben’s concoctions, Alec felt the effects of his evening. He’d stayed until late playing cards and by then he was far too drunk to make it home. Eli and Cullen had left hours before, leaving the trio to deal with each other.

Ben put away the deck of cards and studied Alec before chuckling when Alec rose on wobbly legs. “You ain’t going nowhere. You’re shit faced.”

Alec straightened himself, ready to argue that he was fine. But when he did, the room shifted, and Alec sat down hard. When he made another attempt to stand, Ben laid his hand on Alec’s shoulder and held him in place.

The next time Alec focused, he had been stripped to his underwear and put under a sheet. The house was dark as midnight and now that the alcohol was wearing off, his mouth tasted like he’d licked the bottom of an old boot. With a soft moan, he relaxed back onto the couch and laid one arm across his eyes.

When Alec woke again, the night had a feeling of depth it hadn’t last time. He wondered for an instant what had awakened him, then he realized the refrigerator light coated the surrounding area.

“Come on! You’re going to wake him up.” Gage said from across the room. Then he saw there were two silhouettes flickering before the fridge. He stayed quiet and waited to see what might happen now.

“Are you kidding me? He is so plastered he didn’t even wake up when we stripped him and put him on the sofa,” Ben said.

The room went quiet, but the light didn’t change. Enough time passed that Alec wondered what happened, but then he heard a low groan.

“Oh fuck. That’s good.”

Alec froze as Gage’s soft moans filled the room. He squirmed around until he saw their outlines against the light of the refrigerator.

Damn it! They’re fucking. Holy shit.

A second later the soft slap of Gage being bent over their concrete island filled the room. Soon the wet sound of Ben rimming Gage added to the orchestra of hot sex. At that point it became a porn scene, with Alec so turned on that his cock ached.

The grunts and groans of the couple only a few steps away washed over Alec until his orgasm built with their passion. By the time Gage begged to be fucked, Alec had slipped his hand inside his underwear and short stroked his throbbing dick. He froze when Ben stood up, but he realized Ben had moved to give Gage the pounding he needed.

As Ben slid forward, a small squeak escaped from Alec. He’d hoped it had gone unnoticed, but he knew it hadn’t when Ben and Gage froze in place.

An instant later, Gage whispered to Ben. “I think we need to take this to the bedroom.”

There was the faint sound of Ben returning the kiss before he spoke. “Yeah, I think so too.”

With that the room turned dark followed by the sounds of bare feet moving across the wooden floor. The faint sound of their door shutting left Alec holding his cock, which was as hard as he could remember. He considered waiting to relieve himself, but when the sound of renewed sex wafted down the hallway, he knew he wouldn’t make it.

He pushed the sheet down to his thighs then tugged off his underwear and dropped them on the floor. With his legs spread, he slowly stroked his cock, loving the sensation with precum coating its length. Trying to extend his pre-orgasm pleasure, Alec cupped his balls and tugged at them. He also worked his sensitive nipples until he knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

His slow strokes did little to delay the orgasm that barreled down on him. He gripped his cock hard as he eased his fist up and down its length. From that point it was only a few more strokes before the rippling pleasure of his orgasm washed over him. His muscles contracted and the first thick strand of white shot across his hairy torso. Before he could do any more than enjoy the ride, a solid dozen strands of cum lay splattered across his body. As he lay trying to recover, he realized silence had again overtaken the house.

I’ll cool off for a few minutes and then clean up so my friends don’t know I jacked-off listening to them fuck.


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Slapout: Chapter 05

Wednesday Briefs

Small time town with big time drama.


Chapter 05

Alec took another sip of the ice-cold beer in his hand. He enjoyed the wonderful deck and its miles of shade cloth. Gage and Ben spent an entire summer building it and lacing the sailcloth to the sturdy frame. When Alec arrived, he’d located one of the cushioned patio chairs and sprawled across it.

Gage waved the enormous set of tongs he used to arrange the coals toward Alec. “How’s the beer? We got it earlier this summer when we spent the weekend in Amarillo.”

Alec swallowed before lifting the bottle in his direction. “It’s damn good beer. I could get to like it.”

Gage lifted the tail of his T-shirt and wiped the sweat from his forehead. It gave Alec the opportunity to check out Gage’s trim body. He took any excuse to enjoy the view provided by his friends. Not that he would try to start anything intimate with Gage, or Ben. They had been together for years, and he had no interest in sticking himself into a married couple. But he couldn’t resist eye-candy like this. Gage dropped his shirt and their eyes locked.

Busted.

Gage shot Alec a wink before tugging his tee back into place. Alec looked away and tried to control the flash of heat washing across his face. Gage chuckled but kept his focus on the grill. It became more awkward, but it wasn’t long before the coals were hot. Then the screen door snapped shut, and Alec almost launched himself over the six-foot privacy fence surrounding Ben and Gage’s back yard. As it was, all he did was to give the group a reason to chuckle at the sight of Alec on his butt.

Ben held out the stake filled platter. “Sorry to startle you. I figured Gage should have the grill ready.”

Once Alec pulled himself together and rejoin the pair. Now that he’d had time to look at the steaks closer, he saw that they were all high-end cuts of beef. He let out a low whistle. “Damn. That’s the best looking meat I’ve seen in ages.”

An enormous grin sprouted on Ben’s face as Alec realized what he had said. He tried to head off what he knew was coming, but Ben was quicker.

“Oh, I get meat that’s a lot more impressive every night.”

Gage cut Ben a glance. “You may not get much of anything if you don’t stop busting Alec’s balls.”

Ben stepped close to Gage, gave him a peck on the cheek and whispered something that must have been juicy because Gage turned red and punched him on the shoulder.

“Asshole,” Gage said, “Go act like you’re some kind of hot shit bartender and help everyone get nice and hammered.”

Alec felt out of place with the couple’s playful banter. But then Eli and Cullen arrived and saved him from the need to rescue himself from his own social awkwardness, which he created by the bucket full. Gage glanced up, acknowledging the newcomers as he slapped steaks on the hot grill.

“Hey, guys. How’s it going? There’s beer in the ice chest and Ben’s trying to make margaritas if anyone’s feeling brave.”

Cullen chuckled and headed toward the door. “I’ll see if Ben could use help. I’m a decent mixologist. Eli’s had some of my creations and thinks they’re damn good.” With that he disappeared into the house.

Eli shook his head as he made his way to the huge cooler resting on a shady corner of the deck. He popped the lid open and fished one of the amber bottles from the pile of ice. He twisted the bottle cap off before nodding to Alec and Gage.

“I’ve had some of his concoctions. I wouldn’t wander too far from the beer.”


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Slapout: Chapter 04

Wednesday Briefs

Small time town with big time drama.


Chapter 04

Ben slyly watched Gage undress. Over time, he had become a helpless addict to seeing Gage naked. His tight body and muscular ass rated high on the list of things he found desirable. When Gage bent over to push his underwear to the floor, Ben responded to the display of Gage’s pink hole winking at Ben just in front of the dangling goose eggs Gage called balls. When he smiled a second or two later, Ben knew he’d been played.

He grinned at the unrepentant tease, stepped close and wrapped his arms around Gage. He stood rocking his husband, pressing their bodies against each other as they enjoyed being together. Ben pushed his hands higher and teased the thick nipples marking the corners of Gage’s chest.

A sound filled the room reminding Ben of a very contented cat as Gage ground against him. Ben slipped his hands lower, enjoying the plush texture moving under his palms. By the time he reached Gage’s hairy thighs, their cocks were hard as granite and they were on each other like horny teenagers. His dick slid into the crack of Gage’s ass, coating it with precum from his leaking tip.

Gage spun in his arms, and the pair slammed into each other with the audible sound of two muscular bodies colliding. Ben ran his hands over Gage’s sculpted back and toned butt while they pressed their lips hard against each. Then Gage drove his tongue between Ben’s lips which he accepted without hesitation. The fire of their relationship washed through him and he was soon giving Gage equal passion. Their tongues fought, and waves of pleasure swept over him as Gage explored Ben’s body, leaving tingling trails and a cock that was stiff and dripping.

Ben slipped his hands around Gage’s wrist and lifted them, kissing the back of Gage’s fists and smiled at his husband. “They’ll show up soon and I don’t want to spend half the party hiding my hard-on.”

Gage grinned before lunging forward and biting down on Ben’s neck. The rough maneuver forced a growl from Ben. As the sparks of ecstasy washed through him, he grabbed Gage and shoved him onto the bed. He studied Gage who stood with an eager grin plastered across his face. Ben stepped between Gage’s thick legs, reached down and tugged on his balls. Ben felt satisfaction at the moan he heard in response. A few more tugs and he had Gage panting and squirming across their enormous bed. After continuing for a few more minutes he let Gage’s balls slip from his hands.

Gage gasped for breath, his chest heaving as the two of them started into each other’s eyes. He wrapped his legs around Ben’s waist and pulled them tight against each other. The short hair covering Gage’s stomach teased against the underside of Ben’s stone hard cock. Soon a clear stream ran from his deep red shaft as they ground harder against each other. Gage moaned with a volume that would wake the dead.

Ben moved higher up Gage’s torso until his pulsing cock waved inches from Gage’s mouth. He took his dick and smeared pre-cum over Gage’s lips. “How do you like that? Want a nice helping of tube steak?”

Gage chuckled but reacted to Ben’s teasing by flicking his tongue out and licked the head of Ben’s dick. The spikes of passion drove themselves through Ben and made him want Gage even more. He shifted positions and pressed his shaft deeper into Gage’s throat. When combined with his hot wet mouth, Ben skated closer to the edge of his orgasm. He thrust into Gage’s lips again and again as his muscles tensed and his nipples throbbed. He was already at the pinnacle when Gage pushed his hand lower and slipped a finger inside Ben’s ass. The combination became more than he could tolerate.

“Fuck!”

Ben tensed and shuddered as the delicious orgasm washed over him and the first volley of cum shot into Gage’s mouth. The shots came in quick succession until Gage drooled trails over Gage’s face. Ben collapsed onto him with both gasping for air.

Ben stretched out and kissed Gage, enjoying the taste and scent of their lovemaking. He dampened a towel and tossed it to Gage to clean up as Ben worked his way lower.

“Hey! Knock, knock! Where’s the beer?”

The pair froze, recognizing Alec’s voice. Ben growled softly. “Can I tell him we’re fucking and the beer’s in the cooler?”

Gage popped Ben on the chest. “No, hell no. Get up and put on a pair of jeans. You can entertain him for a minute while I clean up the evidence.”

Ben grumbled more but rolled off the bed and searched for clothes.


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Slapout: Chapter 03

Wednesday Briefs

Small time town with big time drama.


Chapter 03

The sounds of Ben working filled the back of the garage. It had been a long hot day for Gage as he’d dealt with different calls, but he couldn’t imagine being in the shop with only fans to deal with the heat. However, even with the struggles, he knew Ben enjoyed his work as much as Gage liked his.

“God damn it!” Ben said as he banged the wrench against the farm truck he was trying to get running again. Despite the frustration his husband struggled to cope with, Gage chuckled.

For a moment, the fans made the only sound in the stifling garage. Ben blew out the breath he’d been holding.

“Gage. I hope that’s you.”

He stepped around the tool chest and found Ben laying on the creeper he’d been using to get under the truck. The first thing he noticed was the gray-green shirt with ‘BEN’ stitched across the pocket was soaked with sweat. In some places there were patterns of salt where the heat had dried the perspiration into the fabric. Ben’s appearance was enough for him to lose his joking demeanor and become concerned with Ben’s well being.

“Come on, babe. Let’s go home so you can clean up. Remember, we invited friends over for a cookout. Before they show up, you need to shower and get a little rest.”

From his expression, Ben’s resolve weakened, but he still made a weak argument. “I told Eli I’d have the truck working tomorrow.”

“Eli’s coming to the picnic tonight so he won’t expect you to work late to get it running.”

Ben wore a blank expression as a gust of dry hot wind swirled around them and sent bits of sand to pepper their skin. Once the breeze subsided he looked even less coherent and Gage used the husband card.

He took Ben by the arm and led him to the office. “Get stuff straightened up and I’ll go clean the shop.” He walked over to the ancient pop-machine and hauled out a bottle floating in the ice laden water. He found one of the old-style glass bottles Ben insisted on stocking it with, and handed it to Ben. “Here, this’ll help cool you down.”

Gage decided Ben needed something more than just a cold drink and ducked back into the garage. He located the bin of clean rags, grabbed a few and returned to the office a second later. Without a word to deal with Ben’s silent questions, he dunked the squares of cloth into the icy slush. As he swished them through the water, he twisted to address Ben. “Sit down over there. These will cool you down.”

Ben eased himself into one of the red vinyl chairs and locked a suspicious eye on Gage. He lifted the dripping towels and draped them across Ben’s neck and shoulders. The resulting yelp left Gage laughing.

“Holy shit,” Ben said. “That’s cold as hell!”

Gage laughed as he disappeared into the garage to put it back into the orderly condition Ben liked. He placed the last wrench into its designated drawer before he heard Ben rustled around. It didn’t take long before Gage finished putting things into order. He hung the push broom in its place and went to see how Ben was doing.

He walked in to find Ben filing away the last pieces of paperwork. But he smiled to see the wet cloth still where he’d put it. After finishing the final count for the day, Ben slid the register drawer into the wall safe he’d had installed a few years ago. He closed the heavy metal door and spun the dial before turning to Gage.

“You were right. It’s time to head to the house. I’m beat,” Ben said.

Gage pulled him close and slipped him a small kiss. “Let’s get home. You can wash while I get the sides finished and light the grill.”

Ben smiled, rested his hand on the back of Gage’s neck and gave him an affectionate squeeze. “Sounds like a great plan. Let’s get our asses in gear.”


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Slapout: Chapter 02

Wednesday Briefs

Small time town with big time drama.


Chapter 02

After a few seconds hesitation, Alec headed toward the door, digging in his pocket for the keys. He unlocked the diner and held the entrance open for the pair. They had been working since predawn to keep the animals from suffering in the heat of later in the day.

Judging from the animated conversation the two were having as they came through, he’d been right.

“That new ram should do fine,” Eli said.

Cullen shook his head in disagreement. “I don’t think some of those big east coast bred rams can tolerate the conditions out here. It takes all their effort to walk from the feed trough to the water bucket, much less cover a group of white-faced ewes.” Their conversation ground to a halt when Eli acknowledged Alec and Miss Dorthy with a nod.

“Morning, everyone. The college boy was just trying to educate the middle-aged farmer. But right now, I can’t think of nothing besides a big plate of what Miss Dorthy is taking out of the oven,” Eli said.

Cullen turned red and gave Alec and Miss Dorthy a shy smile. “Sorry about that. I get wrapped up in our discussions sometimes. Breakfast sounds great. I’m starving after being up at four to saddle the horses and move the sheep to new pastures.”

Eli chuckled and gave Cullen a friendly push toward the corner table they sat at each morning. By the time they settled into their seats, Alec had dished up their usual meals and delivered the steaming platters to the table. Eli gave Alec a wink before gathering up a fork full of flaky biscuits smothered with cream gravy with liberal helpings of spicy pork sausage. Before he’d finished the first bite, Alec had returned with a fresh pot of steaming coffee strong enough to keep them going for the rest of the morning.

Alec filled their cups and Eli washed down his food with a gulp of the steaming liquid. He turned and tipped his cap toward the cook. “Oh, lordy. Miss Dorthy, you make the best food in the entire panhandle. I bet it’s known up into Kansas and down to Texas too.”

“Oh, don’t be silly. They’re just the ones my momma taught all us girls how to make.” She gave them a bashful wave before ducking back into the little kitchen to start the next batch. The sight of her piling flour onto the counter, making a well in the center, and adding the rest of the ingredients by feel—well Alec found the process mystifying. In a few quick minutes, the dough covered the floured table, and she was cutting palm-sized discs that were spiked with bits of butter. The pan filled in no time and disappeared into the hot oven with a soft rattle.

The bell over the door announced the arrival of more of his early morning crowd. One of the new arrivals consisted of Ben Kovac, who was the local master of fixing all things mechanical. Stocky and masculine, he was amazing eye candy. Ben’s arms were knotted and coiled from physical work. Alec liked the dark hair that coated Ben’s forearms. His sleeves were rolled back today and had his fur and extensive tats on display. Alec motioned toward the almost empty diner. “Pick a seat and I’ll get you coffee.”

Ben settled into a table close to the kitchen and had barely seated himself before Alec was filling his cup with the steaming dark drink.

He’d taken a sip before his husband came through the door. Gage Reid was twenty-seven and served as the deputy sheriff for beaver county and was also hot as hell in Alec’s book. He fit the role of peace keeper and was a lighter skinned version of Ben. Gage had his sandy blond hair clipped tight against his skull. His groomed beard fit him perfectly. As he made his way to the table where Ben sat, Alec stole a glimpse of Gage’s round ass packed into his uniform.

Gage settled in beside Ben and smiled when Alec filled his cup. “Good and strong. Just what I needed this morning.”

Alex grinned in return as he sat the pot of coffee on the table. With order pad in hand, Alec held the pen over his notebook. “The usual platters, guys?”

Gage seemed a little embarrassed, but it was Ben who answered. “We’re trying to cut back on the carbs and drop a few pounds. So, we’re passing on the biscuits and gravy this morning. No pancakes either. We’re going for two Denver omelets.”

Gage shook his head and looked dejected. Ben reached over and squeezed Gage’s thigh. “You’ll live, and it’s not like we’ll be suffering to have two of Miss Dorthy’s specials. We both had too many handcrafted beers on our last vacation. You’ll be looking for a skinny little dude to replace your fat husband.”

Gage snorted, “Fat husband, right.” He turned to Alec. “Tell him Alec how dumb he’s being.”

Alec caught himself tongue tied and stammered out a reply. “You’re both hot.”

A second later, when a soft twitter filled the diner, Alec turned red as a beet and fled to the back of the kitchen.


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Slapout: Chapter 01

Wednesday Briefs

Small time town with big time drama.


Chapter 01

It felt like a search light burned into his vision in the pitch darkness, and he burrowed into the bedding and pillows covering his bed in the tiny apartment he occupied over the grocery-cafe-gas station which he owned. Once he adjusted to the brightness, he knew full well it leaked from the diner kitchen where Miss Dorthy created the homemade biscuits she came to town six days a week to make for him.

It was a good thing she did too, because no one would pay to eat what he cooked, but they would drive across the county for an order of Miss Dorthy’s biscuits and sausage gravy. Unfortunately, to keep his six-am customers happy, the breakfast cooking had to begin at the un-Godly hour of four in the morning.

The noise of the pots and pans being dragged from their storage created a din Alec had learned to overlook. The bang of metal against metal, jarred him from the sleep he’d drifted back toward.

He considered pulling the pillow over his head for a little more slumber, but a minute later he heard an enormous whisk against the metal bowl.

Get your ass out of bed, Alec. Miss Dorthy isn’t going to put up with crap from you, and if she quits you’ll be out of business.

With a soft groan, he slipped his feet from the quilts and dropped them onto the cold wooden floor. He stretched to his full six-feet-three-inches and felt his joints pop. His morning woody tented the front of his briefs to an impressive degree. He grinned down at his monster, but resisted the urge to take it for a little early morning activity.

Instead he moved to his tiny bathroom and turned on the shower. He did a fast check of his appearance and found the same heavy scruff he’d dealt with since high school. I’m a hairy shit, there’s no way around that fact. But he kept the heaviest thatch trimmed, so he didn’t look like an Oklahoma Bigfoot.

More sounds from the kitchen below set him into motion. He pushed down his underwear and kicked them onto the small pile of clothes accumulating in the corner of the room. With a final change to the shower spray, he stepped into the cascading water.

Alec turned slowly, letting the searing cascade wake him up. He stood under the pouring stream and let it run off his head. He peered through the runlets traveling down his face and grabbed the bottle of body wash. After filling his palm with the blue gel, he coated himself with its lather. The spicy scent filled the air as he washed the soap from his skin, with the methodical pace of someone coming awake.

He lifted the hand-shower for a final rinse and sprayed the soap from his lower parts. Once he finished with his morning rinse, he moved through the rest of his pre-dawn routine. It didn’t take long before he was pulling out his clothes for today. Most days the choice was a no-brainer: black jeans and T-shirt with a pair of shoes comfortable enough to get him through the day.

Alec tucked the shirt in and threaded a hand-tooled belt through the loops in the pants. He moved to the full-length mirror and turned a few times to make sure he had overlooked nothing. But he couldn’t find any problems this morning. The last bit of grooming consisted of styling his hair. A well-practiced task, a few minutes later he had his waves in his preferred flip over his forehead.

Without a glance back, Alec snapped open the apartment door and descended the stairs at something approaching a run. He jumped the final step to land beside a set of pegs and grabbed his apron. After looping the top around his neck, he focused on tying it over his waist. He glanced up to find Miss Dorthy’s warm smile greeting him.

“One of these days you’ll try to jump that last step and break yourself into a dozen pieces of Alec,” Miss Dorthy said.

Alec winked at her before organizing the kitchen for breakfast. The tiny space was more like a typical home setup. But Alec didn’t have an issue with that difference, he didn’t need to have a diner that would hold hundreds. The small group of regulars were enough to keep him in business.

Miss Dorthy’s next words changed his focus. “Looks like the first boys are here. You best get the coffee started.”

Alec followed her line of sight to see Eli and the college kid who was helping this summer with the enormous flocks of sheep he ran along with an expansive cattle operation. He stood frozen until the pair walked through the glass front door and into the diner… and twisted Alec’s stomach into a knot.


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