18 + Readers Only! This is my very special Birthday  Offering for the Masturbation Monday Challenge from Kayla Lords! The idea is to share a bit of hot and sassy smut that makes one tend towards self-love. I sincerely hope this does the trick for you! Click on the banner to visit Kayla’s great site to read all the free stories there. 

One year ago this week I uploaded my very first erotic book, Pecking Order, to Amazon. It is also my only book (so far) that has hot man on man sex in it. It seems appropriate to share this short excerpt here, given the special date, and the inspirational image over at Kayla’s site.

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Okay… without further ado… Gay man on younger bisexual man action in  an old western setting:

Jeremiah Brown closed the barn door behind him and slid the bolt. The older man exuded  competence and authority as he strode towards the boy.

“Ah. I am glad that I caught you here,” he said as he clapped a friendly hand on Henry’s shoulder. The Master of the estate and leader of the Elder’s Council smiled. He cut a fine figure in his tailored black suit with brass buttons. He was tall and strong, barely beginning to show the signs of his age. He remained vigorous and trim even though it was years since he had done any field work. His attentions now centred on management, administration and the Lord’s Work. While his shoulder-length hair was chestnut brown, his close-shaved sideburns were shot with  grey, encircling a handsome face with inquisitive eyes and a strong nose.

Henry felt his cheeks flush. The fine sweat released a gentle fragrance of cunt under his nose. He prayed to the Lord that he was the only one who smelled Josephine on his shameful face. Henry tried to compose himself and not gawk at his employer. Truth be told, Master Jeremiah Brown was much more than Henry’s employer. He was a  monarch of a man. There were few in the community who came close to him in wealth and influence. Henry’s mother and father had rejoiced when their strong son was chosen to be Master Brown’s newest hired hand. It was well known that poor boys of little consequence had found their way to a better position after a few years of service under Jeremiah. He was a  “Maker of Men”.

Henry looked at the floor and tried to evade the older man’s gaze while stealing quick glances upwards. “Good morning, Master. I’m just getting the mares ready for the trip into town. I’m sorry, but I didn’t expect you to need them so soon.” His cheeks blazed and released a fresh wave of female perfume.

“Don’t be foolish, boy.” The man chuckled. He pulled out a large gold watch on an elaborate chain and fob. “I have time before I must perform my sacred duties to the Community,” he said. “First I was planning to have a quick word with you regarding your prospects. Come along now.” Master Brown crooked a finger at Henry and turned to walk briskly towards the tack room.

When Henry entered that room for the second time he felt shame and frustration. He knew the depravity that had occurred there only moments before. Master Brown was standing near a shelf of horse remedies, rubbing something into his clean hands. “You know Henry, when I was a boy like yourself I laboured hard at the farm. I found that chores worked the Devil on my hands and made them chapped and sore as Hell. I also found that rubbing this fine saddle oil into the hurt helps a great deal. Come here and I’ll show you.” Henry advanced reluctantly.

“Don’t be shy,” Master Brown said. He gripped Henry’s wrist and began smearing the liniment into his hand’s chapped creases. Henry was startled at the pleasant sensation as the older man massaged his palms and lubricated them with the greasy, medicinal stuff. “There. Feels fine, doesn’t it?” Jeremiah Brown was concentrating on his task. The nimble workings and strokings of the older man’s strong fingers intimidated Henry. He couldn’t recall ever being touched in such an intimate manner. Henry looked at the floor as he felt himself begin to stiffen.  Master Brown cupped Henry’s chin and turned his face so as to look him in the eye. When Henry caught his gaze he was surprised at how attractive the Master was.  “There… better,” the Master said. “Now we begin.”

He held Henry by the hand as he reached into his pocket. There was the jingle of coins. “You remember Elijah Martin, don’t you?” he asked. “Eli was a boy much like yourself when I hired him those ten years ago. Look how well he’s done for himself.” Henry knew that Eli Martin had a small farm of his own, two wives and six children. He’d seen them file into temple on Sundays: a happy, comfortable group. Master Brown’s eyes became reflective. “Yes, Elijah was sweet, but dirt poor like yourself. I did all I could to set him up. It helps to have a man of means on your side.” Jeremiah held up a large silver dollar, holding it directly before Henry’s eyes. The shiny disc was more money than Henry had ever touched at one time. “I pay you… what is it? One dollar per month for your farm duties? Well, a young man who hopes to wed will never manage on that. Luckily there are other things a boy can do with a man who befriends him, especially if he is needing a nest egg.”

Master Brown leaned in and kissed him firmly on the lips. There was a fresh wave of womanly funk rising from the pores on the boy’s downy, unshaven face. Jeremiah Brown sniffed deeply and eyed him quizzically. Then he gripped and released the buttons on Henry’s overalls, which fell noiselessly to the floor around his ankles. “Well, now… Let’s get a look at you.”

Master Brown took a step back. “Kindly remove the rest of your clothing, Henry” he dictated, in much the same tone that Henry had heard him use when instructing the blacksmith. Henry had long since come to the conclusion that he would be spending eternity in Hell. Besides, what option did he have? The lithe lines of the muscles in his arm danced and flexed as he pulled off his shirt and undergarments. Henry’s body glowed in the half-light of the tack room. Long and clean of limb, with fine definition of muscle and only scant hair at the chest and armpits, he offered a conflicting image of boy and man. He was barely able as of yet to grow a beard, but a nice crop of downy jet-black fur surrounded his cock. Master Brown’s eyes mapped him up and down, lingering as if cataloguing all the details. “Thank you, Lord. He’ll do just fine,” he muttered.

Jeremiah Brown smiled wolfishly at Henry and began to disrobe. Henry was amazed at how he held his gaze while he systematically removed each item of clothing. Under the jacket and shirt his Master revealed a well-muscled torso with a dense thatch of hair trailing downwards.  His shoulders were broad; his arms were thick and capable. He dropped his breeches unceremoniously to his ankles, standing as nude as Henry was across the room. The boy looked at the man’s penis, which was erect and solid, standing confidently out of a nest of brown and silver hair.  “All right, boy. Let’s see what I can teach you.” Master Brown stepped out of his trousers and crossed the room with the agile ease of an athlete. He reached Henry and pulled him close with one arm while gently grasping his cock with the other. He kissed Henry again while holding him tightly, moving him irresistibly towards the wall. Henry met the hard kisses in kind. The room felt off-kilter.

The silver coin was placed next to the open jar of ointment on the wall shelf. Jeremiah instructed Henry to turn his back and grip the shelf on either side of the coin. “Keep your eye on the prize, my fine colt,” he said. Henry found himself spread-eagled and facing the wall. In one fluid movement Master Brown dipped the two forefingers of his left hand into the jar of saddle oil, reached between Henry’s slender buttocks, and slowly pushed his fingers in.

Henry gasped. Before he could cry out in protest he felt Master Brown grasp a shock of his long ebony hair and pull his head back, whispering in his ear, “Oh no, you must be silent. Here, bite down on this.” Henry felt relief as his hair was released, only to sputter as he bit down on the riding crop that Master Brown was easing into his mouth. He felt the pain fade as the lubricated fingers stroked deeply for what felt like a very long time, probing Henry’s insides. There was a place within him that flamed arousal under Master Brown’s attentions. Henry let forth a moan as he bit down on the leather crop and pushed against his Master’s hand. “Ah, yes… you see, boy?” growled Jeremiah. “I think we can proceed.”

There was an abrupt sensation of release as Master Brown disengaged. “Eyes front, my young stallion.” Henry braced himself, gripping the edge of the shelf.  He felt his Master grasp him firmly by the hips and begin to enter him. Henry yelped and chewed hard on the crop as his anus widened slowly, gradually and inexorably to accommodate his Master’s resolute prick. His legs buckled and he felt light-headed as the thrusting began, slow and shallow at first, but building in speed and depth until he was repeatedly bounced up off the ground with each of the older man’s thrusts. Master Brown’s grunts of pleasure came at regular intervals as he fucked Henry in long, steady strokes. The ointment and silver dollar rattled and jumped in time on the shelf. The boy pushed back, ashamed at the pleasure that motivated him. Then he heard Master Brown’s breathing change. It became deep and hoarse as his cock grew harder inside Henry. Master Brown pushed himself in as deep as he could and held Henry tightly to him, muttering a quiet prayer.

Henry was pinioned like a bird on a spit, unable to move. He squirmed. His ass hurt, but every nerve ending in his body was also jangling with pleasure. Henry, not for the last time, despaired for his eternal soul. There was a sensation of emptiness and falling as Master Brown released him. Dropping dizzily to his knees, he craned his neck to see Master Jeremiah Brown towering above him, righteous, with his turgid cock standing tall, like the mast of a ship. Jeremiah firmly held Henry by the ear with one hand and began to systematically pump his cock with the other.

“You are now mine until I release you.” He stated, jerking. “You will offer service and I shall reward you.” His eyes were smouldering and his face was livid with sexual ecstasy and the Heavenly Spirit. “I Choose you, Take you, and Own you,” the stroking became frenzied, “In the name of the Lord, and his Ways, and his Servants!” As he chanted, his penis erupted in thick gobs of semen. He touched the head of his cock to Henry’s forehead as he climaxed and  distributed a seemingly endless anointing of creamy jism across the boy’s face.

Spent, he released Henry, intoning “For this is my Right and my Way, as the Master is  the Servant under his Lord,” he exhaled, smiling, “Amen.”

Henry was told that he should clean himself up and hurry to prepare the team and buggy for the trip to town. He was told that his new duties with the Master were to recur every week at the same time and place. It was made clear that any absence, or lack of discretion, would carry very dire consequences. He cleaned himself and dressed as best he could, pocketed the silver dollar, and got back to work.

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