Rory Brown grew up in care but found a home, friendship, and a much-needed sense of security working on the Double J ranch. As far as Rory is concerned, fellow cowboy, Zane Fox, is perfect. Zane is strong but gentle, kind, big, ruggedly handsome ... and straight. Rory works alongside Zane, eats alongside Zane, and when an ice storm causes a power outage, he sleeps alongside Zane ... for warmth. Inhibitions lowered after getting drunk on his twenty-first birthday, Rory Kisses Zane and confesses his feelings for the man. The next day, when Rory learns his father is dying, although estranged from the man, Rory feels obligated to see him one last time. Zane follows Rory to Kansas and confesses he has feelings for Rory, too. After learning his father has died, Rory and Zane set off for home in Zane's old truck. However, bad weather and a mechanical breakdown mean they have to hole up in a guesthouse. Rory doesn't mind, it gives him a chance to explore things with his hunky new boyfriend. And there's a lot of Zane to explore. Life on the ranch is little short of idyllic, Zane is everything and more Rory could want in a lover, protector, and friend. A tiny part of Rory knows he should brace himself for if/when the other shoe -- or cowboy boot -- drops. Rory is thrown when evidence of Zane's heterosexual past reveals itself, leaving him totally devastated. Are Zane's feet made of clay, or can he redeem himself and once again become Rory's rock?

Rory's Rock

“Fuck! I’m coming!” Zane announced to anyone who might happen to have approached within a several yard radius. “God, Ror! I…Fuck!” Back came the clamped hands as Zane unloaded a copious stream of come down Rory’s throat. Rory’s only regret was that he couldn’t taste it. “Fuck,” Zane said more softly and slumped back, his body—including his death grip on 


Rory pulled off slowly and was able to taste the last dribbles of Zane’s climax. Knowing ZJ became ultrasensitive after ejaculating, Rory gave a quick kiss to the exposed head before rolling the column of skin back over it. Smiling broadly and feeling mightily proud of himself, he briefly kissed each of Zane’s balls before rising from his cramped kneeling position to lay the upper part of his body against Zane’s heaving chest.


“God, Ror, you’re…” Zane began, couldn’t seem to finish his sentence, so let his kisses do the talking for him. And as always, Zane’s kisses spoke volumes. 16


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