Ranch Hand: Oiled and Tied
By Francis Ashe
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Copyright 2012 Francis Ashe
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“Well, that is finally over with.” Vance said as Dave and Julio hammered the last of the nails into the siding on the barn.
Three grueling days of work, and almost no lunchtime romping, had ended with a very nice barn with a roomy floor area for Dave’s cows to come in at night and a hay loft area they had improvised. It seemed sturdy enough, but improvising on construction work wasn’t something Dave was very comfortable with. Julio proved to be quite knowledgeable about that sort of business though, so everything seemed to be in order. The other benefit of having this loft up here was, of course, that they had a place to be alone and away from the world.
As the heat of the Texas Summer gave way to dusk, the barn that had gotten in the way of the two cowboy lovers was done. Tomorrow morning, bright and early, they had an appointment at a livestock auction to pick up a small group of cows Vance had ordered some time ago, but for the moment, the world was theirs.
“Hey guys, I have something I have to do with my grandma this weekend. Mind if I kick off early? You don’t need me tomorrow, do you?” Julio asked Vance.
“Nah, we’ll be fine,” Vance replied. “They’ll have some people we can pay at the stockyards to get the cows in the trailer and all that. You have a good time in San Antonio, we’ll see you Monday.”
With that, Julio hopped into the cab of his small blue Nissan truck from the late 80s, pumped the aging gas pedal a few times to get it going, and rolled off down the dusty trail that led to the interstate.
“Kind of wild, isn’t it?” Vance said to Dave after their third man had gone. “All this stuff that’s happened in the last few days – we meet, you have your first... experience, and then Julio. Crazy couple of weeks.”
Dave nodded and had to laugh a little.
“After our first go around, I didn’t think anything could be hotter. You just keep surprising me though. And I mean both ways, you know. Hotter as in, it just keeps getting hotter during the day and hotter as in the things you do to me.” He said and craned his neck to kiss the slightly taller Vance.
Vance had more experience with men than Dave had, that much was true. He worried though that the novelty of the whole thing would wear off soon and Dave would move on. After all, he was a few years younger, and, in Vance’s mind anyway, a little more attractive. He couldn’t be more wrong. Dave was completely infatuated with his muscular cowboy. The fact that Vance happened to be his boss was just a bonus.
“You know Vance; we have all this time to ourselves now. Julio’s gone, the barn is finished. We don’t really have anything to do until tomorrow morning. It is barely seven and we don’t have to be at the stockyards until half past eight for the shipment tomorrow morning. How do you want to spend the time? Want to go to a fancy dinner and then the theater?” Dave asked with a grin.
“Yeah that sounds great! A fancy dinner at that greasy burger joint followed by an out-of-focus movie at the local two-screener, it will be the best!” Vance replied, laughing. The town they lived in was barely enough to call a town, let alone respectable enough to have a theater, or even a fancy restaurant. They knew that whatever entertainment they had would have to be of their own making. Somehow, that didn’t bother either one of them.
Dave was only half-mindful of the world around him when he heard a strained “hnnnng!” from Vance. “Get over here Dave!” Vance said.
Looking over, Dave realized that Vance was trying to put the heavy ladder they used to get into the loft area back into place. He hurried over and put an arm around Vance’s muscular hips to stabilize him. Once he had his balance, Dave helped him guide the top rungs of the ladder into the indentations they had cut into the floor above. As he did, he felt Vance’s big triceps bulge under the weight of the ladder, and he saw the cords stand up in Vance’s bulky neck. He’d never known anyone quite like this before. Big, strong and gregarious, Vance was something special. He didn’t know how far this thing of theirs would go, or how long it would last, but he was content. Everything seemed to be working out.
“Get on up there, let’s check this loft out.” Vance said, breaking the silence.
As Dave ascended, Vance watched the younger man’s cheeks swish slightly from side to side in his rough, tight cowboy jeans. The tool belt Dave still had on from the day’s work clanked and clonked as he made his way up the ladder. Something about that got Vance excited. The thought of this guy he’d met only two weeks before with his tight body and firm ass right above him. The tool belt didn’t hurt anything - made him look even more rugged and masculine. As an afterthought, Vance dragged a length of lasso rope up after them. He thought it would be a good idea to have some way to get down from the loft if the ladder, for some reason, went out of commission.
Exhausted, Dave sat hard in the hay that was spread around the upper floor. He had been shirtless since noon. He was, first of all, incredibly hot, but also thought it’d be as good a time as any to get a little sun. Vance sat behind his younger lover and kissed him lightly on the neck. He slipped the water bottle out of Dave’s tool belt and shot a jet of lukewarm water across Dave’s shoulders and used the moisture to give him a little rub down on the back of the neck.