Rodeo Boys (Part 5)

After sealing the deal on their secluded ranch property, cowboy partners Dirk and Garrett hit the city nightlife, fulfilling their shared hunger for open exploration.

In the last installment of Rodeo Boys

Rodeo Boys (Part 4)

In the first installment of Rodeo Boys

Rodeo Boys (Part 1)

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We stood outside the real estate office, staring at the window covered in promo pages of properties for sale in the area. Most of them were single-family homes on township-sized plots of land.

Not what we were looking for. We needed a homestead. An adequate house. We didn’t mind doing renovation work on it. Most importantly was the land and room for my business.

Garrett’s hand found mine as we gathered our courage to go inside. I squeezed his hand and clung on. We’d been slowly breaking the townsfolk in on the change in our relationship.

Just quiet stuff. No, kissing and making out. Even straight folk shouldn’t be engaging in intimate behavior like that in public. Just gentle looks, nudges, and sometimes holding hands.

It had taken us over a week to settle into our new living arrangements at the ranch. Now we were in the right headspace to take the next step in our lives as a couple.

“We ready?” Garrett bumped his shoulder against mine.

“As I’ll ever be.” I’d made an appointment with the only real estate agent in town. Walter Carter. He’d been bumping around for as long as I could remember. He was my parents’ age and fighting off retirement as hard as they were. It was unlikely he’d find someone to take his place.

A bell jingled as Garrett opened the door, and we were met with a waft of pungent heat, a sign of a broken air conditioner and insufficient ventilation. It was deadly outside, hitting over 90F.

Walter came out of the back room. Garrett and I had released each other and were now standing with our hands stuffed in our jeans’ pockets.

I reached for Walter’s outstretched hand and shook it. “Walter.”

“Dirk.” He swept his hand out, then sat in the chair behind his desk. “Sit … sit.”

Garrett and I took a seat. I hitched my thumb at him. “You know Garrett.”

Walter nodded. “Sure do. Heard tell he’s quite the lady’s man.”

I wrinkled my nose. He hadn’t come out and said it, but Walter had taken a stab at Garrett, as if it were his fault that I was in a romantic relationship with him. “That’s not why we’re here.”

Walter formed a peak with his fingers beneath his chin. He looked back and forth between us, sizing us up. He didn’t like us, the gay side of us, but he wanted our business.

“Yes, you’re looking for a second property.”

“We are.”

Walter’s eyebrows rose. “You’re buying it together?”

“We want our own place,” Garrett replied. I was glad he wasn’t going to leave all the talking to me. This was going to be his home, too. We were equally invested.

Walter sighed, but didn’t comment. “I have a few properties that might serve your needs to have a home and space for your business. What size of acreage are you looking for?”

“We’re not planning on ranching,” I answered. “So, we’d be happy with one hundred.”

“But we want privacy,” Garrett added.

He was right about that. We needed room to roam. To ride our horses and make love in the great outdoors on our own property. We didn’t want to be restrained by neighbors.

“What’s wrong with staying at your primary property?”

Walter had asked the question. I didn’t feel like I needed to pull punches with the answer. “My parents aren’t pleased with either of us now that we’re together as a couple.”

“It was easier to leave and start fresh.” Garrett set his hand on my thigh.

Walter crossed his arms. “Folks aren’t well pleased with you boys.”

“Thankfully, we’re only trying to please ourselves.” I leaned forward against the front of Walter’s desk. “Do you have properties for us to look at, or don’t you?”

Walter’s face twitched. He was fighting an internal struggle. We knew what was coming. Even if we saw a property we liked, it didn’t mean the sellers would sell to us.

Some would be upset with Walter for even bringing us around for a viewing.

“With Chicory Ranch as leverage and our savings, our budget is a million.”

Walter cleared his throat. That dollar value had decided it.

“I have four properties that might suit your needs. The sellers are motivated because they’re all aging out of hobby ranching. None of their kids wants to take the properties on.”

Walter rose from his seat. “You know where the Thompson place is?” He dug around inside his desk drawer and produced a set of keys. When I nodded, he said, “I’ll meet you there.”

I’m glad he hadn’t insisted on driving us around. We were more comfortable in my big pickup, where we could have our hands wander onto one another to stay in contact.

Telling Garrett I was in love with him had been the greatest achievement of my life. And knowing he loved me back brought all the best parts of living into sync.

We pulled off the road onto a long driveway through tall grass until a small ranch-style home emerged. I knew which driveway was the Thompsons’, but I’d never been down it.

There was plenty of privacy from the road, and it had a newish barn that looked big enough for at least six horses. We headed there first. My business was more important than the house.

As we walked through the barn, Walter held back. Garrett inspected all the stall doors as I took a turn through each box, checking what needed to be done to bring them up to my standards.

The barn was eerie without animals.

“Have the Thompsons moved out already?”

Walter wandered into the barn. “They’ve found the donkeys, llamas, and sheep new homes.”

“I see what you mean by motivated if they’re already clearing out.” I walked out the far side of the barn. Garrett followed me to the small outdoor arena. “We’d need to build an indoor.”

Garrett nodded. “Easily done.”

“How many acres?” I shouted.

Walter hurried to catch up as Garrett and I strode out onto the land behind the house. It was good usable space. Mostly flat. Plenty of hay could be harvested from it.

“One-twenty.”

I pointed to the end of the grassy area. “And the forest down there. Would that be ours?”

“Twenty acres of the property is forested. There’s a pond as well.”

“Hm.” I nodded my head. So far, I’d liked what I’d seen. I nudged Garrett. “What are you thinking? Do you think we could make it work?”

“Land is good. The barn is usable… for now. Depends on the house.”

I turned to Walter. “Can we look at the house?”

“Sure thing.” He walked away from us. “Right this way. We’ll go in through the back door because that’s where you’ll most likely be going in and out.”

Garrett placed his hand on my back as Walter fiddled with the keys. His palm was warm and felt like home and security. A reassurance that we were making this huge leap together.

The back door opened into a well-appointed mud room. It was adequate in size and had plenty of places to store boots, Stetsons, and whatever else we hauled in there.

It led to a hallway with a bathroom for cleaning up before entering the house. After that was the kitchen. It was dated and worn, but Garrett and I weren’t fancy when it came to cooking.

“I’ll wait here and let you take a look around.”

We wandered through the living room with brown shag carpet and chuckled when we saw that it extended to the bedrooms. It would need to come out, pronto.

“You won’t catch me walking barefoot until we replace this,” Garrett said.

“Agreed. Boots would be staying on.”

Garrett smiled at me and pulled me into the primary bedroom. “Are you telling me that if we buy this property, you’re planning on going to bed with your boots on?”

I smirked at him. “And nothing else.”

Garrett growled, closed the bedroom door, and pushed me up against it. His kiss was swift and passionate, as if we hadn’t been making love all morning already.

I placed my hands on his shoulders. “You’re a beast, you know that?”

“Can’t help myself when I’m around you.”

I stroked his cheek with my knuckles. “You still want to go into the city tonight? Or should we take out chances and have sex in the barn for a bit of excitement?”

“The barn sounds intriguing, but I’d like something new.”

We had the talk last night. The one where we decide whether we want our relationship to be open. Did we want to continue roping in willing men to fuck, or be fucked by?

By grace, we both hungered for men outside our relationship. As long as we were together, and we never saw the same guy more than once. The twins, Nash and Austin, were out of luck.

Maybe.

We hadn’t ruled them out when Garrett brought them up for a one-off repeat. We’d turned ourselves on, talking about them and how incredible it would be to see them fuck.

No guarantees of that.

A man could dream.

I kissed Garrett’s chin. “Then I’m all in on cruising tonight.”

Walter cleared his throat on the other side of the door and knocked. “Gentlemen?”

“Sorry.” Garrett pulled open the door once I was out of the way. “We wanted to discuss what we thought about the property in private.” He strode out past Walter.

Walter looked at me. “And what did you decide?”

“That we’re going to keep looking.”

It wasn’t what Walter wanted to hear, but like a good agent, he directed us to the other three properties. None felt as good as the first one. We decided to put in an offer.

After much emailing, printing, signing, and negotiating, we walked out of Walter’s office with a contract in place for the Thompson property for $647,945.

We were giddy as we drove into the city. We’d done it. We’d bought a home for the two of us. Somewhere we could start our lives together. Closing was three weeks away.

Until then, we had some cruising to do.

We decided on a gay bar instead of a country-and-western bar to see what we might find other than a lot of men in plaid shirts, jeans, and cowboy boots and hats.

Together as a couple, we were looking to increase our tastes.

All eyes were on us as we entered the dark space, only illuminated by chandeliers and the flashing, strobe lights above the packed dance floor. We stuck out like a pig in a tutu.

No one was dressed like us, and we’d cleaned ourselves up nice. I tipped my hat to a couple of men destroying the straws in their drinks with their teeth as they watched us.

I wasn’t sure if we should feel out of place or like we’d shaken things up. Garrett wandered up to the bar and flagged down the bartender. “Two beers,” was all he said.

A sultry male bartender, who was wearing a pink tank top with a rainbow unicorn plastered across it, leaned against his side of the bar. “Honey, you’re going to need to be more specific.”

“Whatever you have in bottles. Just something plain.”

“Not an IPA?”

Garrett scowled, which made me smile. “Don’t even know what that is.”

“You boys have never been here before.” He tipped his head. “That wasn’t a question.”

“No, we’re trying something new,” I said, stepping up beside Garrett as I took in who was serving us. He was gorgeous with a riot of dark curly hair, an angelic face, and bright blue eyes.

And he was as willowy as a sapling.

One could break a man like that in two.

The bartender retrieved two beers from a fridge, his gaze only leaving us to concentrate fleetingly on popping the caps. He was all dimples when he smiled at Garrett, then me.

“You two together?”

“Yessir.” Garrett took the first beer and took a long swallow. I was tempted to lick his throat and feel his Adam’s apple bobbing on my tongue. I put my arm around him instead.

“How long?” The bartender pushed the second beer closer to me.

Now, that was a difficult number to pin down.

“Been partners for years,” Garrett replied. “Been different lately, though.”

I dragged my hand down his back and slipped my thumb through Garrett’s belt loop at the back of his jeans to let him know I wasn’t leaving his side. Instead, I was giving him space to breathe. It wasn’t like him to get so chatty with a stranger right out of the gate.

“How so?” The bartender shushed someone calling his name.

Harper.

I took a sip of my beer.

“We’ve bought a house together,” Garrett replied. “Gonna make it our home.”

Harper leaned over the bar and supported his chin on his hand. He looked back and forth between us. “That’s quite the step. Are you two gorgeous men from Chitwood?”

I nodded.

“That’s got to be tough, being out in a place like that.” He cocked his head. “You are out?”

“Slowly,” I answered. “Breaking them in one townsfolk at a time.”

Harper hovered even further over the bar, his arm beneath his chest. There was a wild and mischievous look in his eyes that was speaking to my cock. “Can I let you in on a little secret?”

Garrett shifted his weight. His dick had picked up the same emotion as mine. “Sure.”

Harper smiled at us. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to ride a cowboy.”

Yeah, goddamned lift off. My cock twitched and pulsed, expanding in my jeans. I winked at Harper, then kept my voice real low. “What about a two for one?”

Harper stood, his eyebrows raised. “You two do that kind of thing … together?”

Garrett chuckled. “We have quite a reputation on the rodeo circuit.”

Harper touched his chin. “Oh, my god … that is so hot.”

“Harper!” He looked over his shoulder. The other bartender was looking like he was getting snowed under with drink orders. We needed to wrap this up all tidy with a gay pink bow.

I tipped my beer bottle toward Harper. “What time do you finish work?”

“I can be out of here by 2.”

Garrett grumbled. We were both tired after our exciting day of buying a house. Harper looked like he might be a lot of fun, though. He was certainly eager to sample our wares.

“We’ll go away for a bit,” Garrett replied. “But we’ll be back at 2 to collect you.”

Harper clapped his hands together. “Goody. Perfect.” Then he was off to do his job. Both Garrett and I watched him amble away behind the bar, his hips swaying.

Garrett huffed out a laugh. “That’s different for us.”

I held my bottle to my lips. “Yeah, we’ve never fucked a guy in a skirt before.”

“Easy access.”

“That’s what I’m thinking.”

We clinked our bottles and drained them, then left our empties on the counter and tried to pay for our drinks, but Harper just waved us off.

The night air had a slight nip to it as we stepped outside. Summer was finally moving into autumn. Dipping her toes in, at least. We drove to the motel we were staying at on the outskirts of the city. I could read Garrett’s mind. A nap was in order if we were going to be fucking later.

As soon as we closed the door on our room, the clothes came off, and we tumbled into bed, all arms and legs, until we got settled. We faced one another and launched into a sensuous kiss.

Garrett’s fingers carded through my hair as we were slow to devour and taste, the essence of beer lingering between us. Then Garrett held me close and nuzzled against my neck.

“Just let me set an alarm,” I said as I twisted, lifting my phone off the bedside table. I set it for 1 a.m. then returned to Garrett’s arms. He was already nodding off.

I wasn’t far behind.

I was pulled from an incredible dream about building a new indoor arena when my alarm went off. Garrett wasn’t in bed. I could hear him in the bathroom, the taps running.

He wandered out into the room in the nude, his dick at half-mast. I nearly whistled; it was such a sight to see. He walked right up to the edge of the bed.

It was a routine of ours. I shuffled to the edge of the bed and looked up at him as I dragged my tongue along his dick, then sucked and sipped on his cockhead. The game was to make each other hard without bringing either of us to climax. I grasped his dick and sucked on it.