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

I’m used to Kent’s rapid thrusts, his pulling


out before the deed is done—I’m not at all prepared for Luke. He


thrusts into me once, so far inside that I’m sure he’ll pull out


and ram back in, that’s how Kent does it, I’m waiting for that…but


it’s not his way. Instead, he stays inside, moves within me in an


almost circular motion, tiny little thrusts that send slivers of


pleasure shooting through me and dig him in further, deeper, his


nails scratching at my back as he moans in my ear, uh uh uh


My own erection throbs between us, and each


small thrust rubs his lower belly against my cock, crushes my


balls, until I’m sure I’m going to come, I haveto. He pulls


out slightly like a reprieve, then shoves back in, deeper than


before, is that possible? He’s reaching into parts of me


I’ve never let anyone touch, he’s bringing me to a climax that I’m


sure will tear the roof off, rip me apart with desire, leave me


Chapter 54