Poor young Jackson isn’t thrilled about his new job, working the night shift in the town’s telegraph office. He’s not only terrified of being alone, but panic stricken about being alone in the dark. He misses his old job, where he took care of a ranch full of big strong cowboys, including setting up their baths each week and catering to all their needs. He only took the new job at the telegraph office because the money was good. But when he starts to dread going to work at night, he decides to write a letter of resignation and beg for his old job back.
Then a few of the cowboys who’ve been missing Jackson just as much as he’s been missing them stop by to see how he’s doing. They miss their baths; they miss the way he used to dry them off with gentle strokes. And Jackson is more than willing to take good care of them in the back room of his new office, where he discovers he’s not as lonely as he thought he was and his new job isn’t all that bad after all.
Ryan @ryanfield Hybrid author of over 100 published modern romance novels and stories, including AN OFFICER AND HIS GENTLEMAN, FANGSTERS, and THE RAINBOW DETECTIVE AGENCY. He is a Lambda Award-winner with a short story and he's always more than thankful for reader reviews. In fact, he cherishes reviews from real readers, and that means good or bad reviews.
I'm going to go ahead and let a couple of quotes speak for this book:
1. Most of the rough necked cowboys he knew fucked with their legs and arms awkwardly flailing about, with no rhythm whatsoever. Of course, any hairy-legged cowboy could bend him over and shove dick up his hole; a fuck was a fuck after all. But a good fuck wasn't always easy to find.
Sing it Jackson. No truer words were ever spoken.
2. The rough fabric of his dusty brown pants smelled like a combination of tweed, must and dried urine. While the cowboy leaned back and spread his legs for balance as though he were about to take a piss, Jackson unfastened the opening of the soiled pants, carefully pulled out a semi-erect cock, and a nice set of sour smelling balls.
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3. Oh how he's missed the acidy taste of those vinegary smelling cum sacks. He loved everything about the unwashed smell of cowboy crotch.
This was way over the top. I was so grossed out that I was laughing. I could have done without references to old cheddar cheese, sour smelling balls, and "squealing like a pig stuck in barbed wire" (to name a few). I could barely read because my eyes were squinched so tight. This was a really short read and I couldn't have been more glad.