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by Adam Carpenter
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: Eight men are about to descend upon Capstone's Dude Ranch, and they are in for the most memorable two weeks of their lives. Chief among them are Thrice Montgomery, a spoiled rich New Yorker who has arrived at the ranch, newly single, running from his cheating ex. Marc Tolling has recently come out, the support of his ex-wife and daughter allowing him the chance to indulge all the sexual exploration he's lost out on over the years. What both men do not realize is they will find themselves in competition for the attention of the ranch's studly owner. Johnny Lee Capstone, owner and proprietor of Capstone's Dude Ranch, is the ideal cowboy, sexy and single, hot and hairy, and more than willing to submit to the sexual whims of his guests. There is something familiar about Marc, but what past they shared eludes him, and Marc, for some reason, isn't talking. As for Thrice, his cocky self-assuredness has intrigued Johnny Lee, and soon they begin a passionate, steamy affair. But an unexpected visitor threatens the delicate balance at Capstone's, and as the men venture deep in the misty woods, the sexual heat spills out, ultimately jeopardizing the life of one of the eight men. Rich in the atmosphere of the Smoky Mountains of Tennessee, sexual desire unleashed on virtually every page, DUDE RANCH is the story of three men who give in to their basest desires and in the process realize what has been missing from their lives. Giddyup!
eBook Publisher: Ravenous Romance/Ravenous Romance, 2011
eBookwise Release Date: March 2011
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [241 KB]
Reading time: 154-216 min.
He enjoyed his solitude, perhaps a bit too much. But when all of nature stretched out its lush hills and rolling fields, its vibrant majesty for miles and miles--more than the eye could see and far beyond the imagination--sometimes you just didn't want to share it with the rest of the world. Johnny Lee Capstone breathed a sigh of relief, taking cold morning air into his lungs, savoring the chill as he fully awakened to a new day. It was late April, and while morning frosts were a thing of the past, seasonally speaking, summer had not yet dawned on the land he called home. Even still, for Johnny Lee, there was no better feeling than waking up in nature's backyard.
Tossing back his sleeping bag, he gazed over at the fire he'd lit last night, its embers still glowed with a glaze of orange. He rubbed his hands over the slight warmth, while he tried to wrestle sleep from his body. Perhaps he should have put that bottle of bourbon away last night before it had put him away. Oh well, live, learn, drink, repeat, or so he supposed. Johnny Lee stood up; his six-foot-two frame and his thirty-one-year old knees cracked from inactivity. He wasn't worn down, he just was sore from a lack of exercise, the natural result of laziness settling over him during the off-season. Life in these rugged Tennessee hills was soon to resume, and Johnny Lee would again return to form, be fit for fighting, and be ready for anything.
For now, a quick swim in the lake would serve him well. It would wake him up.
Johnny Lee stripped down to his skin, shivering as the morning chill attacked his frame. He tossed on his black cowboy hat, even when dressed he felt naked without it. He loved to slide his hand across the curved lip of the hat, as though he were a character out of the old West. Far cry from that, living here in East Tennessee. Hat notwithstanding, the rest of his body was on full display were anyone nearby to witness. He was well muscled, with strong biceps and ropey arms, the result of hearty, sweat-inducing workouts and living year-round off the grueling demands of the land. His thick legs he considered his best feature, meaty calves offset by that lingering weakness in his knees.
Johnny Lee had long been considered handsome, and he wore an alluring smile that charmed any who had the pleasure to meet him. With his perpetual three-day scruff and a broad chest blanketed with dark hair, he was the very picture of the hunky outdoor American male, could have been a model for all those Marlboro ads if he so chose such a vain path. But thing of it is, Johnny Lee Capstone didn't smoke, didn't like the way it poisoned the body and the air, and wouldn't advocate it for a quick buck, that's for sure.
And another thing about the elusive soul that was Johnny Lee. While some real men in these here parts might have a problem with it, Johnny Lee had a big thing for other guys. He loved their touch, their smell, the way they lustily squirmed and squealed beneath him when he fucked them.
He padded down to the edge of the crystalline Lake Joyner, relishing the feel of the cool breeze on his bare, furred skin. Above him, bright morning sun shone down, sending dappling rays against the slow currents riding the lake's surface. He shivered again, and then adjusted the hat to allow some yellow rays to hit his brown-flecked eyes. Hardened nipples buried beneath his hairy chest jutted out; his fingers teased them with a tweak of pain. The sense of the erotic washed over him, and he felt his thick cock begin to grow. It had been awhile since Johnny Lee had been with another man, and he supposed he was feeling a certain natural need consume him. The water would probably be freezing, the kind of shock that would knock that enveloping desire from him. But Johnny Lee also wasn't a man who liked to deny himself things, and here in the privacy of his own wide-open space, there was nothing to stop him.
Climbing onto a large rock, its surface smoothed from decades of water washing over it, Johnny Lee splayed his body out, patted the hat down onto his head. For a moment he closed his eyes, content to let the growing warmth of the sun heat his body. A wayward hand wound its way down the furry trail on his stomach, grabbing his fully hardened cock. It was cut, with a head thick and red, the shaft an impressive nine inches. He stroked, his calloused hands rubbing hard against the sensitive tip. With a quick spit into his hand, he now had a natural lubricant, and he began to stroke in earnest. His breathing heightened, his skin flushed with heat, he let his mind wander down the tortured path of his sexual past. From his youthful days of experimenting with others his age less sure of their sexuality to the sexy men he'd met at the ranch, those fleeting love affairs, those unquenched desires, the nights by the fireplace that began with fierce passion and ended with gentle embraces, images flooded his mind and served only to quicken the stroke on his cock.
His other hand snaked to his powerful chest, rubbing at one nipple, the other, brushing the thick hair that spread from his neck and across his pecs, down his belly in an ever-increasing swath. Men had salivated over his chest, they had licked it and kissed it and had they come on it countless times, and then they had lain with him long into the night, falling asleep in the comfort of its soft mat. But now, as he stroked, and stroked more, he traced an aimless pattern across his chest, pulling gently at his hair, heightening his desire. In his mind he pictured himself alone on this rock, this hairy, studly sight as near-perfect as you get, cowboy hat perched atop his head as he jerked his own thick cock. Suddenly he felt his heavy balls constrict, he felt power begin to well up inside his loins. He drew a sharp intake of air. Johnny Lee opened up his eyes to watch those last, energetic strokes, and soon, soon, the tip of his cock expanded and his cock burst forth. Ropey white come shot out, one burst, then a second, a third, landing on his furry forearm with a sizzle that could have been bacon on a hot grill.
"Oh my God," he said to the blue sky and fluffy clouds that hovered high above him. "I need to find myself a new man, and fast."
Johnny Lee knew he would, soon enough, since the Capstone Dude Ranch--of which he was the principal owner and proprietor--was about to open its doors for the new season, and with that yearly auspicious occasion would come the arrival of a fresh new breed of men. Some wild and needing to be tamed, others timid and willing to be broken in. Like the broncos they would ride, they would immerse themselves in Capstone's physical, outdoorsy way of life, and, if they were lucky, into the warm, passionate clutches of one sexy, sexually ambitious cowboy, Johnny Lee Capstone.
He checked the position of the sun in the sky. Just past eight o'clock he had to imagine, too late to return home for a hot breakfast. The dishes would already have been cleared by now and the smell of pie would be filling the kitchen. So, no need to rush back, his father and step-mother could handle things for now, their first guests weren't due until day after tomorrow. Which is why Johnny Lee could take this little sojourn of his, get back to nature, to himself. His four-day camping trip into the hills was just hours from completion. So for now, he would continue to enjoy his solitude. He lifted himself off the rock, and then dove with the sleek beauty of a dolphin into the cold waters of the lake. His hat floated on the lake's surface, disembodied.
His scream of joy, of happiness and contentedness echoed all around him, bouncing off the foggy hills that surrounded his makeshift camp. He swam, retrieved his hat, and placed it back on his head. He bathed quickly, wiping the sleep from his eyes, the sticky come from his arms, finally fully waking to spring's fresh promise. As much as he was enjoying himself, he couldn't wait for the arrival of his new boarders to introduce them to the Capstone Dude Ranch lifestyle. His body-shaking climax had only satisfied him to a point. The cold splash into the lake had not doused his desire. He was still thinking about the coming crop of dudes to the ranch, and wondering which of them would light his fire.
Beneath the surface of the water, his cock hardened again.