Ned and Amy

Ned's father had lost all of their land, leaving nothing but the ranch, no way to make money. The horse riding holidays were Ned's attempt to save the family home he inherited. His summers spent on horseback, taking groups through the countryside. His winters spent looking for odd jobs.

It had been a tough summer for Ned. Weeks of gay couples hoping to live out the Brokeback fantasy, single gay guys hoping he would play the part in their fantasies. The final week had started promising. Two out of the three rooms booked, one by a gay couple who didn't care for horse riding and the other by a single woman, Amy.

Amy rode in tight t-shirts and short shorts. Any time Ned went up to her room she was in a towel that barely covered her; Ned knew there was a larger towel hanging on a rail in the bathroom. If they stopped at the lake she stripped to a tiny bikini. She made him put sunscreen on her back, while she moaned. Ned had thought his summer of dodging advances from men was going to end well.

Yet Ned was tending to the horses on the last night, still frustrated. He wiped sweat from his forehead. The barn was hot, even with fall approaching, his shirt lay discarded. Rivulets of sweat ran over his taught chest.

He closed the pen's gate behind him, bridal over his shoulder.

“Ned!” The call came from the end of the barn. There she stood, in silhouette before the setting sun. “Want a hand?”

“Sure” Ned enjoyed having some time alone while he worked in the barn but it would be rude to turn her away. As she walked towards him he could see her more clearly. She was barefoot, wearing a short white sundress.

“Grab a couple of forks, need to top up the hay.” He walked to the racks to hang up the bridle while she located the pitch forks.

“So we are your last customers? What do you do once we leave?” As she got closer he could smell her intoxicating perfume.

“I've a few things to fix up, then I'll see if any of the farmers need an extra hand.” He took one of the forks from her.

“I was wondering if you wanted a lodger for a couple of weeks?” He didn't know what to say, the extra money would be welcome but she would get in the way. She placed her hand on his chest, cool long fingers spread over his skin, “I wont get in the way.” She moved closer making him look down on her, she lent the pitch fork against the wall. “I can stop you from getting lonely.”

Her free hand moved to the back of his neck, gently pulling him down towards her as she lifted her moist lips to him. She paused less than an inch from him, waiting for his response. It was what he had fantasized about all week, and without thinking he said “sure”. With her accommodation assured her lips pressed against his.

Her lips parted and her tongue emerged, her hand slipped down over his bulging muscles to find the big belt buckle and wrench the leather belt free. Fingers opened his jeans, and as their tongues danced together, her hand slipped inside his boxers. Fingers closed around his hardening member.

He dropped the pitch fork as he led her slowly backwards towards the hay stack. His need for her was fuelled from a week of lusting as he dropped to his knees bringing her down with him.

They fell onto the bed of hay on their sides, him unleashed from his boxers. She rolled over, her back to him, and slipped her arms from the dress. The dress shifted revealing soft breasts. Hands reached round her to grip yielding flesh.

She pushed her ass against him, thin cotton pressed between his rod and her hot body. She lifted her dress. One hand moved down to push between her legs; His rough hand pressed against bare skin, fingers pushed into moist flesh.

She reached behind her to direct him towards her. She paused with him pressed against her wet hole. “You wont tell anyone will you?”

Ned knew what she wanted to hear, “No.” Happy with his answer she pushed backwards, sliding down him.

“Good. Me staying will be our secret.”

Ned realised he had misunderstood her request, but with her soft flesh gripping him, his thoughts were lost.

Strong legs thrust hard into her, his hand holding her in place. His lust for her driving him into a frenzy. His face buried in her hair, breath warmed her neck as his blood ran hot. His body refused to slow down, he drove harder and harder, his body taken over by desire.

His hands gripping her tightly. He groaned as he erupted inside her. His body shook with the force of his orgasm.

He rolled onto his back, the nagging feeling that he was being used washed over him.