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He had the doors open by then and instead of answering me, he put his hand on the boney rump of a horse as it backed out of the trailer. At least it used to be a horse before someone starved it near to death. This one was a mare, chestnut, I think; I couldn't quite tell under the caked mud and filth, and God knows what breed she was. As thin as Barney had been, this mare was worse, almost skeletal. She was shaky on her feet and I was surprised she had made the trailer ride upright. Jesus, it jus
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When I woke up, Matt’s bed was empty. I found them in the kitchen, cooking up enough food for an army. Vincent and I both loved breakfast and frequently made a big one on Sunday morning. He came to me as I walked into the room, folded me up in a warm hug, and then kissed me soundly with Matt watching from the corner of his eye. I pulled back and smiled at him. "Well! Good morning, stud.” I looked over Vincent’s shoulder; Matt had a small smile on his face. “Morning, Matt. Feelin’ better thi
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As promised, he called me every night. I lay on the couch in the dark den with the phone in my lap, flipping it open quickly when it rang, not wanting to miss a second of his voice. He never said where he was or what he was doing, just that he was okay and that he loved me. Although I told him that I loved him too, the phone calls did little to fill the void. I slept poorly and didn't even indulge myself in bedtime orgasms - Vincent had apparently taken my sex drive with him, along with my heart
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So began the most desolate time of my life. With Vincent gone, the house was empty and so was I. He was everywhere I looked. His jewelry was on the dresser, a constant reminder that he wasn’t there to wear it. Maria cooked in the pans he'd brought with him when he moved in. I ate whatever she put in front of me and five minutes later couldn't have told you what it was. I lay alone on the couch where we'd spent so much time loving each other. I wore his clothes, and thought of him day and night.
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The first few were just bad dreams. I'd wake up to the sound of Vincent muttering to himself or whimpering a little. The touch of my hand running down his arm would quiet him and he'd fall back into a sound sleep. One night I awoke to an empty bed and went quietly down to find him curled into a chair in the library. He was staring out the window with one arm crossed up over his chest holding onto his shoulder. After watching him for a few moments, I left him alone, going back to bed to lie
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I felt the blood drain from my face and I got light headed for a second. "Raped you? Jesus Christ!" No wonder Vincent had never talked to me about him. "I was pretty wild back then, still in high school but just barely. Good thing my old man didn't require a college degree to bus tables." He sighed heavily. "I was cruising one night and he tried to pick me up. He was older than I liked and looked pretty tough. I was a skinny kid then, and he made me uncomfortable so I blew him off. He grabb
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This course consisted of 13 jumping efforts, all of them big and imposing, but nothing Donna couldn't handle on a good day. We cleared the first four obstacles cleanly, powered over the water with a couple inches to spare, then turned to the big spread that had taken out the horse in front of me. This was the exact same jump that had caused my accident, and I knew a sharp, quick spike of fear as I steadied Donna with my knees and kept her reined in until three strides before the fence. When I kn
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William's memorial service was held on a hot morning at graveside in a cemetery in town. I knew a few of the large crowd of people, but most were strangers to me, and I realized that I had been a very small part of William's life for a very short time, but a good part, I hoped. I did recognize a few other riders who must have come after me in William's man-by-man conquest of the jumping world. One or two nodded to me, but we didn't speak and I sat through the ceremony quietly, reflecting on my m
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We had a wonderful summer. Vincent and I just got better and better. There was so much more to living with someone than I had imagined when I asked him to move in. Some of it was silly stuff, like clothes. Turns out we wore pretty much the same size everything, which expanded both of our wardrobes tremendously, but gave Maria fits trying to keep it all straight. When she first started doing our joint laundry, she'd sort it by what she knew to be my clothes, but after while, when I started wander
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"Hey, golden boy," I said when I flipped open my phone to TJ's call. "What's up?" "Who do I call about a case of neglect?" His voice was abrupt. "A horse? Where are you?" "Henderson's. Out past Baker's place." I knew the place. It had been owned by the Henderson clan since before I was born, and they'd been shit-heads for twice that long. I quit doing business with them six months after I took over Stonegate. They had money, but they were never happy with anything, and I fina
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The following Friday TJ spent most of the day at Stonegate shoeing a big batch of horses that were back at the barn for a three week break in their show schedule. I took him to lunch, and after a morning of looking at his ass as he bent over one set of feet after another, I couldn't resist giving his dick a squeeze when I finally got him alone in the truck. He clamped his hand over mine and pushed up into me with a deep groan. "Fuck, I'm horny. Adam's traveling all the time right now and go
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“It’s okay,” I assured him, rubbing his chest. “I want to watch you.” I rolled to my knees and pushed TJ down to the bed, kissing him on the way. “This is a good time to do it. You just came, so you’re relaxed. Vincent’s bigger than me, so you’re gonna need to relax.” I knelt at his side, poured lube into my hand, and went to work on his hole, easing a finger in gently at first, and then moving it around more vigorously before adding a second one. It took him several minutes to be comfortab
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“I promise…” He stopped and licked his lips, then swallowed, and spoke very deliberately. “I promise that you will never regret loving me.” I don’t know what I thought he was going to say, but his words shattered me. I felt my face begin to crumble, and ground my teeth together. He deserved better than tears. I stayed by the dresser, watching him until I could speak. Even then my voice was not quite steady. “And I promise that I will love you as fully as you deserve." We looked at each
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My voice cracked at the end, and with a harsh groan of longing, he reached for me. He fisted one hand in my hair, and the other in the back of my shirt, crushing me against his chest. His arms were trembling, his breath was quick and shallow, and I realized he was struggling not to cry. After two weeks without him, I tried to absorb him into me - his smell, the heat of his skin, the hard muscles of his back knotted tight with holding me. Without another word, he turned us around, crossed the hal
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His hand hesitated for a fraction of a second, and he took a deeper breath before he spoke. “‘The’ someone?” “I don’t know. Maybe. I barely know him.” I picked up his free hand in mine and studied it, running my fingertip along the lines in his palm, tracing the veins on the back of his hand. He kept his nails short and manicured since his hands were always on display at the restaurants. “Do you love me?” Against my back I felt his heart rate increase to match my own, and knew that we
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“Never fucked or never been fucked?” I finally asked. “Both. Neither. I've never done it.” His eyes stayed on mine this time and some of the tension left his body as my smile widened. “You made it to 27 without some stud talking you into it?” I grinned at him and squeezed his butt. He snorted. “It just never felt right, you know? I didn’t feel like I knew enough to fuck somebody and I didn’t trust anyone I was with to fuck me, so . . . here I am, virgin territory, at your service.
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I couldn’t speak at all. He was spectacular. If someone had asked me to draw my dream man, I wouldn’t have drawn TJ because I wouldn’t have been able to imagine all of the little things that made him so attractive to me. His eyes were the clear blue of a September afternoon, crinkled at the corners; set in that strong, tan face, they were heart stopping. He had a three day stubble thing going, the golden hair framing his full mouth, and I could almost feel it tickling my neck. He was lean and ha
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The rest of the day passed uneventfully, and I was unsaddling Zena in my own barn at 6:15. It was warm, so I stopped at the pool and stripped, diving in the deep end, and swimming a few laps to wash off the grunge of the day. I eventually surfaced at the shallow end right into a big droopy dick and balls dangling over the edge of the pool. Dylan was laughing down at me as I put my hands on his knees, and pulled myself up when he leaned forward to kiss me, ruffling my wet hair. Dylan O'Hara
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“Sean, that new mare’s got thrush, the skinny grey one that came in yesterday.” “What?” I scowled at Tommy as he passed me in the barn aisle with a huge wheel barrow full of dirty bedding. We have 2-wheel carts that are a hell of a lot easier to keep upright when piled high with horse shit, but Tommy likes the old single-wheeled ones for the workout it gives his arms and shoulders. “That wasn’t in the vet check.” “Yeah, well, she’s got it. Right rear.” As he headed out the door and acr
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The day passed, as most do, with a variety of miscellaneous bullshit. The worst thing that happened – Alejandro finding moldy hay in the latest delivery, requiring all 103 remaining bales to be unstacked and inspected before being piled back up again – made evening feeding late. That meant I had to spend an extra 45 minutes scooping grain, measuring out vitamin and joint supplements, and weighing hay flakes before hopping on Zena bareback and loping out the gate for home. The quickest route
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Against the backdrop of a horse stable in Texas, Sean deals with the lives and loves of his friends and neighbors as he pursues the biggest prize in show jumping and works to keep his own relationship strong and steady
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Our bedroom is pitch black, a total absence of light. It is a cloudy night to begin with, and Alex pulled the blackout shade when we came into the room. I turn on the bedside light and look at him questioningly. “I want it dark,” he says, one corner of his mouth curving provocatively. I glance around the room, and realize that he has unplugged the clock, the TV, the DVD player – even the tiniest sources of light have been obliterated. I turn back to him and smile, letting him know that I’m
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My name is Alex and I’m Joshua’s life partner. What a wonderful phrase, life partner. So perfectly descriptive. It implies forever, which I believe is true for us; and it says that we are equals, going through life side by side, neither more important than the other. I think we both try to keep that in mind during the inevitable difficulties that all relationships experience. But, as wonderful as 'life partner' is, it doesn’t begin to capture the depth and complexity of our relationship. I’
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A friend asked me once what I loved most about Alex and I replied immediately, "His hands." I suppose they expected me to say his smile or his sense of humor, and I do love those things about him, but his hands are what I love most. His mouth is a close second - his probing tongue, the softness of his lips against mine, the incredible things it can do to my body. But his hands were the first part of him I touched, that spring day we met in the park, and I've loved them since. They're large, the
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Shadows cast from the candles on the bedside table darkened the hollows of his neck and shoulder as he arched his head back slightly. He knelt between my legs, knees spread wide, thrusting slowly into me, slowly enough that I could feel each pulse of the engorged veins of his erection rippling against my insides, the ridge around the broad head of his penis as it tugged at the muscles of my ass. His face was split - one side shadowed, the other candlelit - and the flames glimmered in his ey
