Well, here it is, I hope it is up to snuff, this is a enjoyable, but tiring experience. Chapter three is in outline form already, but that doesn't mean alot. I seem to digress from the original outline quite a bit as i write. The story seems to unfold on its own.
As always your thoughts and comments are welcomed. I appreciate you taking the time to read my story.
Billy
"A NEW DAWN FOR MONTGOMERY CHASE"
Copyright (c) 2005 by Billy Merritt. All rights reserved. The use is expressly forbidden unless explicit arrangement has been made with the Author. This copyright applies to all chapters and pages of this work. It may not be reproduced, posted, stored electronically, or archived, except for personal, non-public use, without the express written permission of the Author.
Warning; this is a fictional story of sex between consenting adult men. If gay sex offends you or you are a minor or living where this is illegal to read. GO AWAY
CHAPTER TWO
"WHAT IN THE HELL HAVE I DONE?"
Sipping his scalding hot black coffee, Montgomery was raptly watching the morning sunrise. Bright cascades of light flooded the now brown pasture, making it look golden. This was his time of day to reflect on his life. Every morning, weather permitting he would sit savoring the acrid strong flavor of his coffee, and think about things that were happening in his life, reminisce or make plans for the future. The past month had been very hectic and quite interesting to him. He learned things about himself that just never occurred to him before. First the sale of the beauty salon to Mitzi, Carla's long time friend and employee. She had actually managed the business for over a year during Carla's battle with cancer. Not wanting to offend her, he sold it for a paltry sum, payable in extremely small payments, never intending to collect if she couldn't pay. He actually wanted to give it to her, but her pride would have prevented that. His sister-in-law, or was it former sister-in-law now that Carla had passed, he wondered, had completely redecorated his home. It still had memories of his wife, but it was a very cheerful atmosphere now. Perfect for remembering, and not mourning, she had done an outstanding job. She had also done the small apartment in the barn. It had been gutted, and an extra room added. It was now a fairly nice place and very cozy thanks to her decorative touch. The carpenters had grumbled at him for insisting they work long hours, and have it completed in a week. He pushed them very hard, not wanting Bill to get frustrated with not having his own personal space.
His thoughts had returned to that night frequently. Especially at night, alone in his bed, then he would stroke and have another intense orgasm, almost as good as that night. Bill had acted as if nothing had happened, yet he still seemed distant, and that was ok with him. He also needed his space to process everything. Sometimes he would look up and catch Bill off guard watching him. He now allowed himself to view Bill when he thought it wasn't noticed, and carefully noted every detail about his body, and face. He kept looking at Bill's ass, intrigued by the fullness, and the way it moved when he walked. His mind would wander and his cock would get hard at the thought of seeing it bare. He didn't know if men actually enjoyed getting fucked in the ass, he didn't think it would feel good that's for sure. The prostate exam given by his doctor was very uncomfortable. It was Sunday morning, and Bill had volunteered to do all the chores today and give him a day off, if he could have the following Saturday off. Seems like he had an important date with a girl, a waitress at the local meat and three restaurant. Good for him, Montgomery thought, he needs to get out, and have some fun.
"I think I'll go to church, I haven't been in along time. It will be good to see my friends and neighbors." He startled himself by not only that thought, but that he spoke it. Damn, I must be getting old now, I'm even talking to myself. Chuckling to himself he went in the house and picked up the phone.
"Hello"
"Good morning Clay, how are you today?" he asked one of his oldest friends. Not only had he known him a long time, he WAS old, almost 80 he thought. No one really knew his age, and no one was brave enough to ask. Clay spoke his mind, and had a very sharp tongue. The only person he never talked to in that manner was his wife, Ethel.
"You old dog, where the hell have you been?"
"I've been busy, attending to things that I neglected while Carla was sick and right after she passed. I've been meaning to call you. I won't be needing your help this year with my annual auction. I've decided not to have one this year."
"Damn fool, why the hell not? You got the best damned horses around and everyone looks forward to it. Besides I'm sure you need the money."
"No, Carla had a decent life insurance policy. It's enough to keep me going for a few years, and this will give me a whole year to get ready. Plus, she always did all the office work, calls, and organized it all. All I had to do was make sure the horses were broke enough to get through the auction ring, and groomed show ready."
"Ethel, what to you think about having Monty over for Sunday dinner?" he heard him say.
"No, I couldn't put you out, you always have lunch with your grandson in town after church."
"Nonsense, be here at 12:30, Ethel will be upset if you don't come. And you know how I get when she is upset." Laughing at his own jab at his gruff personality, Clay insisted. "Ok, I'm going to church anyway, I'll meet you there and just follow you to your house, how is that?"
"Yup" click, Clay was never one to mince words or say more than was necessary.
Dressed, he was ready for church and walked quickly down to the barn to inform Bill where he was going. He saw him, at the end of the barn, stripped of his shirt, his muscled back defined and shining from the sweat as he cleaned out the dirty stalls. He simply stood a few minutes taking in the view. Since that night, he definitely looked a men a lot differently than before. Suddenly Bill looked directly at him, caught off balance. Montgomery almost blushed.
"Bill I'm off to church and then to Clay and Ethel's for Sunday dinner. Call me if you need anything. And Laura sent food, it's in the fridge, just warm it up."
"Ok" Bill nodded panting from the physical exertion.
As he turned to leave, Montgomery turned back quickly.
"I hear you have a hot date Friday and Saturday."
A fleeting expression on Bill's face looked miserable, and then he half smiled and nodded still panting.
"Well have a good time, don't come home drunk and if you are back before dawn on Sunday I'm gonna have to kick your ass." Montgomery joked. Turning to leave, he missed the sad expression on Bill's face.
"You got it" he heard, something didn't sound quite right, but he dismissed it and left.
As he left the church, he grinned to himself, the single, divorced and widowed women had really been overly friendly. He knew they were sizing him up, like he did a prospective stud for his horse breeding program. Offers of Sunday dinner abounded. He graciously excused himself, telling them he appreciated it, but had plans already. He deliberately didn't specify. Keep them guessing, after all it was a small community and everyone would know before the first fork was lifted where he was having his Sunday meal. He saw Clay's grandson also. On crutches from some horse related accident no doubt. In his late thirties, and never married, he had been chased by every available woman and some who weren't for years. Handsome, Tall, Blonde, always laughing, and in a good mood he livened up the party wherever he was.
Montgomery pushed back from the table. His belly felt like it was going to burst. No offense Laura, he thought, but as good as you can cook, you can't come near as good as Ethel. This almost felt like home here. Clay's grandson had joined them and dinner was a laugh fest.
"Thanks Gramps, it's so good to get out of town."
"Don't thank me, thank your Gramma, and Monty here. She insisted you come and Monty had you ride with him. Otherwise you would have had to ride in the bed of my pickup truck, and that ain't a comfortable place to ride."
"Thanks Gramma, I swear I think you get prettier every time I see you and a better cook too."
"Oh you" she blushed, leaning over and bussed him on his cheek. "You say that to all the women. Your reputation precedes you young man" she laughed. Talking plainly was one of her strong traits also.
Laughing they all stood as she shooed them from the dining room and on to the front porch, refusing any help they offered.
"Clay has something he wants to talk to you boys about, now git"
"Ok Clay what is it?" Montgomery asked as he settled into the porch swing alongside David, Clay's grandson.
"Well, just keep your mouth shut and listen to me until I'm finished" he ordered and when he gave orders everyone listened. He proceeded to lay out his idea to get Montgomery to have his auction. David needed to get out of town and in the fresh air, he was also an expert on bloodlines, and knew his horses almost as well as Montgomery and most everyone knew him He was also very organized and could take care of all the arrangements. And he was also good with computers and could help computerize the business, pedigrees, prices, etc. Monty could provide him with a place to live, meals, and after the auction pay him a small salary for his work. All in all it was what they both needed.
Montgomery pushed his hat back, scratching his head, it was an excellent idea, until he looked over at Dave. His blood ran hot, then cold. How could he live in the same house with this handsome man? It shook him to his toes, when he realized what he was thinking. After all these years, he had never given any thought to what a man looked like, only if he was honest and trustworthy. And now after one blow job from Bill, he was looking at men like a silly school girl. Then he felt a hand on his shoulder, the heat burning through his entire body. Sweating profusely, he looked over a Dave.
"I'd like that Monty, if you would have me. I've always liked your breeding program and we have always gotten along just great. I promise I won't be a burden with this bum leg." His pleading eyes were something that Montgomery couldn't refuse.
Ethel came out on the porch with a tray, cups of coffee, and a piece of pecan pie for each of them. As full as Montgomery was, he couldn't resist the temptation.
"Ethel, are you planning on sending us to market? Seems like you trying to fatten us up." He laughed.
"Lordy, no, I couldn't get much for the three of you. You're much too old and tough, they look for tender young stock at the market" she gave it right back at him, then turned laughing as she headed back in the house. He reached for his pie, when he realized that Dave wouldn't be able to get to his without standing up, so he handed him the first slice. As their hands touched, electricity shot up his arm, he fought to control the shivering that threatened to take over. Dave touched his thigh, looked directly into his eyes, and held the gaze a bit too long.
"Thanks Monty" he quietly spoke. Montgomery mumbled something that kind of sounded like you are welcome.
Standing by his pickup preparing to leave, he and Dave talked about the upcoming auction. Montgomery couldn't be sure, but he thought he was getting signals from Dave that was more than just an interest in coming to work for him. They would brush up against each other and he made a point not to pull away, noticing that Dave would touch him a lot, his hands were on his back, arms shoulders and sometimes seem to wander towards his crotch before stopping. It even looked as if Dave's crotch might be swelling a bit. This was so very confusing to him, it was new territory, and he didn't have a map to guide him. Sometimes it seemed as if he could hardly breathe the excitement, fear and unknown was drawing him.
Dave stepped a bit closer to him. The scent of his aftershave, probably old spice Montgomery thought it smelled like his, and his musky manly sweat aroma drifted into his nostrils, causing them to flare like a stud horse catching the scent of a mare in heat. He wanted to rip his clothes off and take him right there, although he wasn't sure what taking a man would involve. His lips, full with a very short trimmed mustache looked so kissable, and the thought of them wrapped around his hard dick caused him to shiver.
"Are you alright Monty, you look like you have just seen a ghost, all pale like that."
"I'm fine, just a bit tired is all, this is first time I've been off the place this long since before Clara died."
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to bring that up. She was a wonderful woman I respected a lot." Dave said, as he tottered a bit, seeming to almost lose his balance.
"It's ok, I don't want to forget her. Do you need help getting back up the steps? You look a bit peaked too."
"Sure if you don't mind I'd appreciate it." One arm around his waist and the other holding his arm Montgomery assisted him back. The heat that passed between them was searing his skin like a branding iron. It took every bit of control he had to act like just a friend assisting a man to door. At the door they paused, Montgomery held him a bit too long and Dave seemed to lean into him a little.
"Are you going to be okay?" he forced a barely audible whisper out.
"Yea, Monty, thanks I really appreciate it." as Dave looked deeply into his eyes, he was sure there was more.
"Well I guess I better get going, I'll see you tomorrow when Clay brings you and your things over to get started?" Clay nodded his head not taking his eyes from him.
As he approached the truck door, he turned back and it appeared as if Dave was walking much better under his own power. Puzzled he got in and drove away without looking back. If he had, he would have seen a lonely figure standing on the porch in the dark with the light from inside the house surrounding him watching as he drove away.
As he pulled into the drive, he noticed the barn lights on. Bill should have completed the chores hours ago, what was he doing in the barn? Cautiously he walked in, looking around. And there he saw Bill, sitting in a lawn chair, his shirt off, and wearing a pair of shorts, drinking a beer. The sight of him took his breath away. He had only seen him without his shirt a couple of times. And now he couldn't take his eyes from the masculine muscled body. His porcelain white chest, succulent large red nipples surrounded by a smattering of red hair almost made him drool. He took a deep breath and walked over.
"Evening Bill, everything ok?'
"Yea" when Bill looked at him he saw the desire again. He saw a couple of empty beer bottles, and realized why Bill was horny. His heart thudded in his chest, he was craving another blow job, and didn't know how to pursue it or if he should. His cock was really hard he realized. Bill just looked at it, he was eye level with his dick and slowly reached over and began to rub Montgomery's hardened cock.
"I want your cock Monty, I want to feel it throbbing in my mouth and throat, and swallow you tasty cum." He was almost salivating as he said it. Montgomery groaned and pushed his crotch against the fevered hand rubbing it. Bill reached over with his other hand and slowly unzipped his jeans. Sinking to his knees he pulled down his pants and boxer shorts until they were around his ankles, his cowboy boots showing above them. Panting, Bill groaned as he stuck out his tongue and began to lap at the fully engorged head. His tongue working overtime, he licked the entire shaft then lifted up his cock and licked and sucked on his balls. Now that Montgomery had been jacking off almost nightly, he wasn't so quick on the trigger, and was able to close his eyes and just enjoy the sensations without struggling to keep from cumming to quickly. He reached down and held Bill's head gently and began to slowly fuck his mouth, forcing deep in his throat. He felt Bill's hands rubbing his hairy thighs, his balls and rubbing his ass as he continued to fuck his face.
"Oh god that feels good, I haven't been able to forget the first time. Your mouth is so fucking hot, and wet." He moaned with a shaking voice. His legs began to quiver with the intensity of it all.
Bill pushed Montgomery away, stood up and quickly dropped his shorts. He whispered in a lust laden husky voice.
"I want you to fuck my ass Monty." Startled he realized he wanted to fuck him more than anything else right at that moment. Bill shuffled over to a saddle rack and handed him some oil, and bent over the rack.
"Fuck me hard, don't be gentle, I want you to shove it in me and ride hard." He croaked with unabated desire.
Complying quickly, Montgomery lubed his cock and squirted some on the beautiful pink rosebud spread before him. He had never fucked anally before and wasn't quite sure what to do, but he did exactly as Bill wanted. He placed the head of his cock at the opening and pushed steadily until he was buried deep. He felt Bill's body tense, and his sphincter muscles squeeze his cock. Damn, he is fucking tight. He thought. He slowly pulled out and entered. Bill moaned deeply, sounding like an animal growling.
"Dammit, fuck me hard. Ride my ass Monty. Just take it. It's all yours"
Montgomery didn't need a second invitation, he fucked like there was no tomorrow. The hot tight wet hole squeezed with every thrust. He pounded him frantically. Giving no mercy, he continued for what seemed like hours, Bill vocally encouraging him on to go faster, harder. He leaned forward, biting the neck in front of him. They were like wild beasts mating. He marked Bill's neck in several spots before he realized what he had done. Watching as the marks darkened, he was filled with an animalistic lust that he had never felt before. Somewhere within him, he kept control and didn't cum too quickly. Punishing Bill's hole with harsh thrust after thrust, he maintained a fast rhythm. He didn't realize it, but with every stroke he hit Bill's magic button inside, and was bringing him more and more pleasure, until he was at the edge of a massive orgasm. The muscled body beneath him stiffened, then began to shake with a massive orgasm, the saddle rack creaking threatening to break apart any minute. As the love ring tightened around his cock in a vise like grip, he flew over the edge, pounding harder, faster and more erratic. Nature had taken over and was making sure his seed was planted as deep as it could reach.
Exhausted he collapsed on his back, and lay there gasping for air. Their chests were heaving, trying to pull as much oxygen in as possible. Still shaking, they just lay like that quietly for a long time as Montgomery's cock softened and plopped out. He stood up, and saw the tears falling and heard a quiet sob from the man beneath him. His knee jerk reaction was to pull up his pants and get the hell out of there and fast. Berating himself the entire time for what had just happened. He didn't see the look of desperate need on the face of Bill, but he did notice the cum dripping from the saddle skirt and realized he had fucked the cum out of this man.
Showering before he went to bed, he scrubbed his body until it was red, trying to wash off the feeling of his filth. The sex wasn't what bothered him, it was the man he thought he was becoming, using someone just to get off, regardless of what they needed or wanted. Exhausted he fell into bed asleep before his head hit the pillow. A restless dream filled night awaited him.
The morning sunrise was lackluster, the field looked a dreadful dull brown. He frowned as he sipped his coffee, it had never tasted this bad before. He spit it out and dumped the entire contents over the edge of the porch. He rubbed his scratchy face, unshaven this morning. Nothing looked good to him or tasted good to him this morning. He had gotten up earlier than usual and went to the barn before Bill got up, and cleaned the cum from the saddle skirt, cussing himself the entire time. Then he hustled back to the house, so he could think before he saw Bill this morning. He had to fix this, but the problem was he didn't know what to do or what was wrong for sure. Bill was too good of a man to use like this and he didn't deserve it.
He got up and paced back and forth on the porch. At times like this he was tempted to start smoking again. Unable to think clearly he stopped watching the final darkness leave as the sun cleared the horizon. It had never looked less appealing to him than it did right now.
"What the hell have I done?" he thought.
End of chapter two.
I hope you enjoyed chapter two. I want this to be more than just a stroke story. I hope I am up to the challenge.
Feel free to email me with any of your comments. I appreciate all of you readers. Billy