horseboykarl

After getting some interesting vintages out of the wine cellar, including one of the bottles of Camigliano, I bring my finds to the kitchen. Sean's got his hands in something for dinner, the sleeves of his jumper pushed up to his elbows. I whinged enough that he agreed to come up with something for Paris.

Seeing him at work in the kitchen does things to me, probably because that's where our first, never-to-be-forgotten kiss took place, but it lights a warm fire low in my belly, a mixture of lust and love. And I fit myself behind him, nosing the scent at the back of his neck, smiling when he turns around for a quick kiss.

I leave him alone and get out the stuff for the marinade for the lamb chops. I whisk that together and get the chops soaking before I wander outside to get the outdoor hearth lit and pull the cushions for the chairs out of their storage. It's cold tonight, but we've got
plenty of wine, good food, and friends coming around in a little while so it should be fun to sit out here at least for a bit.

( Have trouble finding the place? )

Paris:I’ve been looking forward to riding again, and was pleased when Karl rang to arrange this. Now the cast is off, I can give you a driving lesson too before we take Smokey Joe out to Dave’s and I think you’ll pick it up easily.

( We start off in Karl’s yard so you can get the hang of the basics. )

Éomer: The sun is well up though Théo had rousted us out of bed early, eager to get to his plans for the day, but not so much that he did not have time to wake me with his mouth on my cock. By the time I was aware of what was happening my hips were working against his mouth. I pulled him around to me, wanting to taste his own silky flesh in my mouth and his seed on my tongue. After we brought each other to shuddering completion, then I was just as ready for our day's plans.

Théo handed me a cup of the dark bitter drink that he favors and I find that I am growing accustomed to it, even starting to like it. We breakfasted on sweet bread and fruit, eating while we sat together, our legs entwined.

But now we are on the way to find a horse for Théo while we are here and he has gone, leaving you driving Karl's truck again. We are almost to the place where your friend, Mike, has his string of trail horses. You tell me that they are obtainable to rent for anyone with the coin to pay for them, and I am skeptical as to their value, knowing that a horse and rider must be matched carefully and cannot form a good partnership if it is nothing more than an economic transaction.

Nevertheless, as the small farmstead comes into view, I find that I am keen to see what kind of horses this Mike has available.

( We go to find a horse for Théo. )

Eventually NC-17

I'm restless, Eric's doing inventory, so I'm at loose ends and I'm sick of being home, feel like getting out. Don't feel like drinking by myself, what I really want to do is play . . . something. I remember talking to Paris about hustling pool . . . wonder if he'd like to go. Probably tied up with Dave, but I guess it wouldn't hurt to check, I haven't seen him in a while, since the horseboys have learned their way around Wellie so well.

Mentally cursing my disorganization, I hunt around for Paris' number, before remembering that I saved it in my phone. Next problem, finding the phone. I glare at Ire who appears to be laughing at my frustration.

"Go away, you mangy beast." He rolls over lazily, and starts licking his balls. Now I really need to go out, I'm getting disrespected by my own dog.

Phone finally located, I call Paris, who is free, surprisingly enough.

( We agree to meet at Copperface Jacks on Kent Terrace. )

Paris:I got home around six, and there were two messages on my machine. One from Dave, saying he wouldn't be back until later, and one from Karl. I left a message for him this morning, asking if he wanted to come over tonight for something to eat with us and he was confirming he'd be here. I wonder if he realises yet? That they're gone? Least we'll be able to talk this time without Théodred doing his party trick. Wanted to see how he was doing too. My knuckles are healing, but slowly. It's a bitch at work cause I keep cracking the skin open again. I fed the furballs, and headed off for a quick shower, and opened the yard gate so Karl can drive the bike straight in.

Usually, I'd sit out on the steps, have a beer, unwind after work, but the fog is still so thick, I head back in, grab a cold one from the fridge, and flop down on the couch. I let the bottle dangle from my fingers as I go over what needs to be done tomorrow in my head, and it's not too long before I hear the throaty purr of a Harley engine pulling up outside, ( and Ise beats me to the door. )

Karl: I'm drifting in that pleasant world between sleeping and waking, feeling relaxed and contented. I haven't slept this well in weeks, perhaps because I'm curled around another warm body. Mmm, when did this happen? Maybe I'm still dreaming.

My dick hardens with my usual morning interest and my hand slides over solid muscles. Nice. I inhale, smelling sex and male arousal. He is breathing the slow deep breaths of someone far into sleep. His back is to me and I run my lips across a shoulder blade, letting my hips give a slow grind against him. His breathing changes slightly and I smile, hoping he has the same idea I do when he wakes up.

( Funny, though, I really don't remember going out last night. )