Clifford Ames is almost forty years old, and his ever-patient dog, Bambi Turgelson, is his only friend. Why? Because his egotistical boss and former closeted lover, Lambert Morton takes fiendish pleasure in working him to death, twenty-four-seven. Clifford knows he should leave the company and his unrequited love behind, but he keeps punishing himself by staying and taking the abuse, thinking things will be different, one day.<br><br>A wedding invitation from a far-flung cousin gives him the impetus to make a change, even if it's just for a three-day weekend. Enter Jetson Briscoe, son of the owner of the picturesque resort where the wedding is being held. His own personal Paul Bunyan come to life, Jetson gives Clifford a glimpse of the kind of life he could have, without the stress and crippling headaches and possible ulcer he deals with day-to-day. Will it be enough to make him change?

All a Steer Can Do Is Try

When Jet used lube on his fingers and pushed one inside me, I clamped down on him, hard. “That hurts,” I said, panting at the pain. “It’s been…”


“I know, love. It’ll get better, promise.” He reached under me to find my cock and pumped it with his dry hand until I humped it, relaxing enough that he could pull out his finger. He kept up that rhythm until he had three fingers frigging my channel, my cock now hard and leaking.


“I think you’re ready, don’t you?” he asked as he pulled out and wiped his hand on the bedspread before I heard him place a rubber on his dick. I turned my head to watch him use the last of the lube, and then he grasped both hips. I felt his cock kissing my hole.


It was uncomfortable at first, since his dick was much bigger than his fingers. But Jet knew some tricks and reached around to pump my cock with his slick hand, murmuring in my ear to kiss him as his big body loomed over me.


Chapter 13