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

Kent takes me from behind, that’s the way he


likes to do it. I grip the towel rack in front of me and moan as


loud as I dare—I like the echo off the walls of the shower, I like


the water beating on my back, his hands on my hips and his hard


dick pressing into me, in my mind it’s Luke shoving in harder,


faster, harderand deeper. It’s Luke’s hands that rub at my


pelvis, his fingers that encircle my shaft, his nails that scrape


across my balls and when I come, it’s his name I have to bite back.


And still he drives into me, he works me hard again, he tugs at my


dick and moans my name in Kent’s voice. Kent…


That jars the fantasy. With a guilty start I


realize I’m with him, not the boy in my dreams, Kent,and


almost as if I’m trying to make up for thinking of Luke, I push


against him, my muscles tightening to keep him in, to get him off,


I don’t want him to even thinkit wasn’t him in my mind, it


wasn’t him who made me come. “Kent,” I moan, just to chase away the


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