Rancho Bonito

Chapter 1

"Hold her head. Whatever you do, do not let her up."

I was practically sitting on Sally's head. Horses are funny animals. They can weigh in at over half a ton of nearly solid muscle, yet if you can immobilize their head, you can prevent them from moving. That's what I was trying to do with Sally's Mark.

My lover, life partner and best friend, Dr. Keith Anderson, lay stretched out on the stall floor. He had stripped off his shirt and normally the sight of his beautifully sculptured bare chest would have had me thinking lascivious thoughts of how absolutely fuckable he is. But right now he was lying flat on his side, covered in straw and blood and other unimaginable filth, with one arm stuffed up a horse's ass. Definitely not the thing to inspire lustful thoughts.

I kept my eyes glued on the opposite, fly-specked wall. Normally I'm a pretty tough guy, but the sight of all that blood and writhing animal flesh was doing a real number on my stomach. I could hear a sickening squelching sound and I wished I could redirect my ears as well as my eyes; but all I could do was to try to think of something else. Golf. Baseball stats. How about them Dodgers?

Keith grunted and my eyes skated over him, instantly regretting the trip. His sinuous chest was sheathed in blood and straw and his muscles stood out in stark relief as he strained to turn the breached foal inside our favorite mare. Keith caught my eye and frowned.

"Shit, Todd, you look green," he muttered. But if I was expecting sympathy, I was disappointed. All I got after that was, "Don't you dare throw up."

I ground my teeth together and looked away again.

"That's my baby," Keith said, and I smiled -- until I realized he was talking to the damned horse. "Come on, girl. We just have to get this little guy turned for you to do your job. But you gotta be ready, hon. That's a good girl."

I don't know if it worked on her, but it did a wonderful job of soothing me. Not that I wouldn't rather be anywhere else - grocery shopping, sleeping, enduring an audit of the books for the IRS... but any time I got to be with Keith was a plus in my books. I'd loved the man passionately since I'd first met him a little over a year ago. I'd taken one of my dogs in to see the new vet and it had been love at first sight for both of us. The two humans, that is, though I like to think the dogs loved him too.

It hadn't always been smooth sailing since then; we'd had our ups and downs. But now we ran this picturesque little Bed and Breakfast just outside Santa Fe that was doing very well and added nicely to the income Keith brought in as a veterinarian with a mixed small and large animal practice. It had sounded so glamorous when he told me he'd be looking after the equine trade too. I hadn't realized at the time what that meant. If I'd known if meant middle of the night sojourns up some pregnant mare's birth canal I might have told him to reconsider -- at least, if he expected me to be part of the package.

Usually I'm not part of the deal. That was an honor that normally fell to our horse wrangler, Darrel; but he was with his own pregnant lady right now, our assistant manager, Mandy. She was having some kind of false labor pains and Darrel refused to leave her side.

So I was stuck with sitting on Sally's head while the love of my life swam in blood and guts beside me. Talk about the end to a romantic evening.

We'd been invited to a posh gig at the home of one of Santa Fe's socialites, Mrs Emanuel Henry Dominguez. Keith's parents had long been members of the Santa Fe community and Keith had inherited their social standing. At first the socialites hadn't known what to make of this wealthy, good-looking gay man, so they had tried to treat him like a bachelor. But Keith would have none of that. Invitations that came in that didn't include my name were summarily rejected. The town socialites might have gone along with that if Keith hadn't been such a big supporter of their favorite causes. As it was they'd had to reconsider their priorities and now routinely invited the both of us to their soirees. The expediency of money.

This particular evening had been fun. A new art gallery featuring paintings I could actually figure out and a wine and cheese party that had edible food. I was in seventh heaven. Then we had arrived home and I had been entertaining visions of tumbling Keith into bed for a late night romp between his thighs when he'd decided to check up on Sally's Mark.

So now I was sitting on her head, trying not to watch the love of my life climb half way up inside the mare in an attempt to save her foal.

"That's it. Now you're coming," Keith crooned encouragement. "Push now, girl. You're almost there."

I felt Sally's Mark heave under me and her entire body went rigid. Then I heard more squelching sounds and this time when I looked I saw something wet and squirmy lying on the damp straw beside Sally. Under me Sally gave a guttural sigh and lay still.

"Let her up, Todd." Keith was busy at the other end when I climbed to my feet and watched Sally heave herself up, shaking straw and lethargy away from her. She swung around to stare at the bloody heap on the floor between Keith's legs.

"Come on, girl. Get over here and have a look at him. How's my girl? Come have a look at your little stud."

Sally stuck her nose down and rumbled something in her broad chest. The little colt that Keith had done a fair job of cleaning up wiggled under the touch.

Keith and I backed away from the pair. It was up to Sally now. She had to bond with her new foal and give him his all-important first feeding or all Keith's efforts were going to come to nothing.

We held our breath as Sally snuffled at the newborn. Then she nuzzled it and it jerked its knobby head up and made a minuscule sound that was barely audible in the big box stall. Sally reacted to it though.

She snorted and began nosing the foal in earnest. She licked him vigorously. In turn the foal began to try to get its spindly legs up under it. When the foal actually tottered to its feet less than ten minutes later I knew we had a winner on our hands.

"And look!" I whispered fiercely. "He's a paint. Look at the chest on that thing!"

The little red and white newborn stood beside his exhausted mother and wind-milled its tiny stump of a tail in circles. Its nose was buried between mom's legs searching for that all-important first drink. We left them to get acquainted and walked back to the house arm in arm. I was no longer mindful of the crud all over Keith; I was too tired to care and I felt too damned good over the new arrival. For his part, Keith was as depleted as the mare and just as exhilarated.

"You were right about her having a paint," Keith murmured. "I didn't think Chief Boniface had another one in him."

I clapped him on the back. "Hey, when I'm right, I'm right. You watch, this guy'll be worth a small fortune when Darrel and I are done with him."

I held the door for him and followed him upstairs to the master bath, where we both stripped and had a shower. The water bed I had hauled all the way from California looked altogether too inviting to pass on any more. Within minutes of our heads hitting the pillows we were both out.

Chapter 2

"Rustlers?" I stared over the top of the morning paper at Keith and tried to make sense of what he had just said. I frowned. "Horse thieves? In the twenty-first century?"

"Hey, horses are still a hot commodity and anytime something's worth big bucks to someone there are always people who will steal to share that wealth."

I knew all about horses being a hot commodity. Ever since Darrel had approached Keith and me about picking up a couple of horses he could train in the barrel racing circuit, I'd had a crash course in the monetary value of a good horse. Even a potential barrel racer cost a small fortune. We had paid nearly forty thousand for the two five-year-olds Darrel had pointed out as strong prospects. When, and if, they turned out to be the world-class barrel racers Darrel said they could be, we could probably sell them for twice that. In the meantime we were surrounded by some very pricey horseflesh and now Keith was telling me we had rustlers in the neighborhood.

Keith finished his coffee and stood up. "Gotta run. Want to check in on Sally before I hit the clinic. Surgery today."

That meant a short day. I looked over the top of the newspaper and tilted my face up to receive his kiss.

"Listen, if the last surgery goes without a hitch, I'll be off about noon. How 'bout we meet back here for lunch." He grinned and nibbled on my lips. "I'll let you have your way with me."

I perked up at that. Now, there was a promise worth pursuing.

"Really? Turn the phones off and lock the doors?"

"For you -- deadbolts and alarms. I missed you last night."

"Nowhere near as much as I missed you." I slid my arm around his hips, patting his luscious ass through the tight jeans he wore. "I'll be waiting."

He reluctantly left and I went back to my paper. My mind wasn't quite on it any more, so after a few minutes, I gave up and went back to find the dogs and see if they wanted to go for a run. Maybe if I worked off some of this excess energy I wouldn't be so hair-triggered when Keith got back. Right now I think I might come in my jeans if he touched me. It had been altogether too long - at least three days.

Did I mention the guy makes me hornier than a teenager?

The two Dobermans and I had a good run around the ten-acre 'ranch', scaring up some rabbits and a couple of ground birds that were hotly pursued for all of twenty seconds before the dogs gave up the chase. Dobermans aren't hunters, though they still have the instincts to pursue small game. They just don't have a clue what to do with it if they actually catch anything.

We headed back into the house, where the dogs flopped at my feet while I did some work in the office. Then I went in for a shower and waited for Keith to come home.

I was checking over a list of new email reservations when he walked into the office we maintained beside the bedroom. His hair was damp from a recent shower and when he leaned down to kiss my mouth I smelled his wonderfully distinctive scent under the soap and shampoo. I gave him plenty of tongue and he slid his fingers up through my short but thick hair and returned the kiss.

After several minutes we broke apart with a little gasp and tried to catch our breath. He could still do this to me after all these months.

"How's Sally?" I murmured, circling his waist with my arm and drawing him down into my lap. "Tell me she hasn't been rustled."

"Don't even joke about a thing like that." Keith wiggled around to make himself fit more snugly into my lap and encountered my swelling cock, which made him wiggle even more. "I know you think it's funny, but rustlers are serious news."

"I'm sure they are."

I didn't want to discuss rustlers or even horses for the matter. I only wanted to talk about what I intended to do with Dr. Keith Anderson and what I wanted him to do to me.

"Sally and son are doing well. Now how about you shut up and kiss me like you mean it. I've been waiting all morning for this. I don't want to waste a second of our lunch hour."

I pulled his head down and jammed my lips over his open mouth. This time our tongues met and danced and tasted each other until we were both gasping for breath. I slid my hand up the curve of his hip and wrapped my fingers around his massive boner. He filled my hand and made me ache for more.

So I went after it. Nimbly I undid his jeans and slipped the zipper down, then eased my hand inside. Keith groaned when I enveloped his fat ten inches with my fist and pumped him a couple of times.

I nibbled on his lower lip. "Hello, sweetheart."

"Baby."

"I want your fat pole up my ass." My mouth moved toward his earlobe. His cock jerked in my hand and I knew it sounded as good to him as it did to me. "What do you think? Anything?"

"Anything!" Keith humped my hand then rammed his mouth down on mine, playing some serious tonsil hockey. His fingers skirting the edge of my T-shirt, shoving it up over my head.

I divested myself of it and did the same for him. Our torsos connected and I could feel the savage beat of his heart. I put him off my lap.

"Let's go to bed."

After ridding me of my jeans, he backed me up to the bed and shoved me backward, falling on top of me. I clasped him to me and moaned when our cocks rubbed against each other, smearing our jutting poles with each other's pre-cum.

I loved the feel of his naked cock up my love channel. We'd both been tested right after we moved to Santa Fe last year and now we didn't have to use condoms. I trusted Keith with my life, I knew he'd never let me down and he had the same faith in me.

I watched him slather lube all over his massive cock, then he slid a lube-coated finger up my ass. I thrust my hips up to engulf it and he leaned down to kiss me.

"Ready to get fucked, cowboy?"

"Ride me, baby."

He always took his time putting his cock into me. The angry red helmet was damned near as big around as his fist and he knew he could do some serious damage with it. Neither one of us was into pain, so he gave me plenty of time to adjust. In the normal state of affairs I was the top and Keith the devout bottom. But every so often I succumbed to the lure of having his ten-incher buried up my ass. Whenever I did it was guaranteed that the sex was some of the hottest we ever had. I usually walked like I was a cowboy for the next twenty-four hours. But it was more than worth it for the pleasure he gave me.

Once he'd eased past the tight ring of muscle guarding my back door I took over. I grabbed his ass in both hands and lunged up under him, pulling him down to impale myself on his stony tube of flesh. He braced his hands on either side of my head and began to thrust into me. With my legs wrapped around his sweaty hips I held him close.

With each stroke he slid across my prostate and my hunger mounted. I threw back my head and began to writhe under him.

"Oh, God, Keith, ohhh fuck baby. Harder... HARDER!"

He began to moan my name and slam into me. He grabbed my hips hard enough to leave the imprint of his fingers dimpled on my flesh and thrashed on top of me.

My orgasm blew out of me in an explosion of nacreous fluid. It splashed onto my chest and his, a white hot river of jism. Then Keith gave a low, guttural groan and stiffened, his back bowed as he drove his cock deep into my bowels and came. I felt his cock pulse four, five times before growing soft and slipping out of me with a soft pop.

We lay entwined on the bed while our hearts slowed. He spread gentle kisses up and down my chest and face, finally settling on my mouth where he sucked on my lower lip and kissed my chin.

"Have I told you today I love you?" He pressed his mouth against my throat, his teeth worrying my earlobe.

"Hmmm, ditto."

"Want to go for a ride this evening?"

I snuggled closer, draping one leg over his hip. "I thought I just did."

He slapped my still tingling butt. "Take Mistral and Quincy out? The two of them could use a good run."

"Sure. Before or after we go see Mandy?"

Keith groaned.

"I knew it," I crowed. "You forgot about dropping in on them, didn't you? Would you forget a pregnant mare? Noooo. But your own employee? Ha, just like a man."

"I didn't forget. I just forgot it was tonight."

I laughed and he looked indignant.

"How about we go see Mandy then take the horses out. It's going to be a full moon. Maybe I can find some secluded spot where I can take advantage of you."

"Like you don't always."

"Never."

"Yeah you do."

"Nuh-huh. Don't."

He enfolded me in his embrace. "Well, whatever you do, don't stop. Promise?"

"Always."

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