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

With the barn out of the way, I retreat to


the cool house, unzipping my jeans before I’m even through the


screen door, shucking them down in the hall, tearing my shirt off


over my head and stepping out of my boots, my pants, my boxers. By


the time I reach the bathroom I’m naked, my clothes strewn out


behind me like shed skin, and I don’t even pull the shower curtain


closed before I turn the water on. The spray is hot and hard


against my tired skin, like solid sunlight hitting my back and


shoulders and ass, and I stand beneath the downpour, let the water


trickle down my face, over my closed eyes, into my partly open


mouth. It tastes clean like Luke, and I remember his words,


don’t close your eyes, don’t turn me away.How could he


think I’d be able to do that? After the few stolen moments we’ve


had together, how could he possibly think I wouldn’t want for


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