In 1849 the promise of gold brings many a man to California, but most find more hardship than riches.<br><br>Jesse Quinn, a golden-haired twenty-year-old is among them. He settles into the gold camp of Whiskey Slide to work with two other men in an effort that barely yields enough to keep them alive. With merchants charging exorbitant prices for provisions, it’s said men dig for food, not gold.<br><br>After hardship and disappointment, Jesse moves to another camp, Dutch Flat, where he takes up with the stern and silent Abel Munday. As the two work Abel’s claim with success, things take a positive turn for Jesse. Can Jesse bring some light into the darkness that’s plagued Abel much of his life? Together, they just might be able to fine something richer than gold.

Lust for Gold

Then something draws me back, I’m not sure what, and I open my eyes to find Abel bare to the waist, clad in just drawers. He’s looking at where I’ve got my hand and I see his cock is hard inside his underwear.


A man usually has a look on his face that tells as much as what his dick is doing, but not Abel. He could be looking at a shovel or bear or most anything. It just happens to be me. He shows no hunger up top, but below is another story. Dieter slips away as I start rubbing my privates. At this, Abel strips away his drawers, showing me a fine body and decent-sized cock. His expression remains blank, though. I’m wondering how he’ll look when he comes.


Without a word, I undress, the cabin’s warmth now most welcome. As I strip, Abel wets himself with spit, and by the time I’m naked, he’s shiny with readiness. He kneels, runs a hand down me, then flips me over. What proceeds is a quick and somewhat rough fuck during which he makes not a sound.


Chapter 13