Marcus was just passing through Texas when he met Kent. In his cowboy hat, low-riding jeans, and black boots, Kent looks like the type of guy Marcus desperately wants to love.<br><br>But two years later, he's discovered Kent is cold and distant, the quintessential American cowboy, and spends more time drunk than sober. Marcus can never predict his mood and blames himself for the flailing relationship.<br><br>Then, one day when Kent rides into town, Marcus finds a young runaway hiding in their barn. Luke is warm, loving, and quick to please ... everything Kent is not. Though the answer seems obvious, Marcus finds himself torn between the boy who demands his love and the man whose love he craves.

Cowboy

He hands it over. “Pretty boys,” he says,


standing, and as I head for the door, he tells me, “You don’t have


“I think it’s better I do,” I tell him.


I don’t need to see him naked by my bed, that image would sear


itself into my mind and haunt me on lonely nights, I don’t need


that. “I’ll just get dinner started…”


The towel around his waist falls to the


floor. His skin is golden in the light from my lamp, and he looks


over the clothes as if his nakedness doesn’t bother him. “You think


these’ll fit?” he asks, holding up my boxers, mine,but I


can’t tear my gaze from the dark V of his crotch, the length that


hangs between his legs, the firm buttocks that clench when he bends


to step into the underwear. “You don’t mind if I wear these, do


you?” he asks. When I can’t answer, he looks up at me, concerned.


genitals and ass and my heart starts to beat again, I can breathe,


Chapter 20