The harsh Texas sun beat down on a sweating Jake, relentless and hot. DAMN was it a scorcher. His hazel eyes surveyed the hole in the fence. It would take about another hour to repair. Even with the beat-up cowboy hat on his head, it felt like his brain was being scrambled like eggs. Why he took this ranch job was beyond him, but he needed the money and jobs were hard to come by in these parts. A few yards away, a herd of cattle stood staring at him. Stupid cows. They didn't even realize they could bolt right past him. Maybe they were fried too.
Jake's whole body was soaking wet. Underneath his Stetson, his close-cropped brown hair was plastered down to his skull. Hell, all his clothes were plastered down on his wiry frame. All he could think about was getting back to the bunkhouse, peeling off his duds, and taking a nice cold shower. Hopefully that bastard Tex wouldn't be there. The foreman was a thorn in Jake's side. He was always staring at him with eyes so dark they were almost black. Tex fit the stereotype of a cowpoke well. His burly body was like steel from countless hours of ranch work, while his skin was a permanent walnut brown from time spent under the Texas sun. He had a thick mustache that reminded Jake of a walrus. Heck, Tex's whole body was probably furry if the patch of hair sprouting from his plaid shirts was any indication. The Marlboro Man had nothing on Tex.
Jake finished the repairs and slowly stretched his tired body. Time to call it a day. He strode over to his horse, Shadow, who had been grazing while Jake was working. Lucky horse.
"Come on boy, let's go home."
Jake swung up on Shadow's back and headed for the bunkhouse. When he arrived, he led Shadow to the barn, took off his saddle, made sure he had plenty of oats and water, then rubbed him down. When he was finished, it was time to take care of Jake.
He entered the bunkhouse, which was mercifully empty. Stripping off his clothes, he wrinkled his nose as the scent of sweat, horse and dirt assaulted his nostrils. Yup, he was pretty ripe. He padded into the bathroom and turned on the water. It would feel so good to just stand there and let the water wash away the smell and stress.
As he entered the shower and started to soap up his body, his hand strayed to his semi-erect cock. As he lathered it up, Jake started to slowly pump the shaft up and down. Busting a nut would be the ultimate way to unwind after a long day. As Jake increased the tempo, his cock became fully alive. He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. A soft moan escaped his lips as he masturbated.
"Well looky here," a deep voice growled. "Seems we got ourselves a dirty boy."
Jake's eyes flew open and he grabbed for the towel next to the shower. Throwing it around his lower half, he scowled at the man standing before him.
"Shit Tex," snapped Jake. "What the hell you doing...sneaking up on me like that. Can't a man get any damn peace?"
"Seems to me you want a piece of something," Tex drawled. "The way you was jerkin' on that skinny thing between your legs makes me think you might be a touch on the randy side."
"Screw you Tex! And get the hell out so I can finish my shower."
"Maybe I should join you...help you take care of that little problem you got going."
Tex's lewd remarks were really starting to piss Jake off.
"I took you for an asshole," said Jake, "But I never took you for a sissy."
"Watch your mouth BOY," snarled Tex. "Or..."
"Or what BOY," Jake interrupted. "You'll make me muck out stalls? Brand the cattle? You already give me the crappiest jobs on the ranch. I'm tired of being treated like shit just because I haven't been here for a hundred years. So if you're through acting all tough and macho you can turn around and leave me be!"
The air was thick with tension as the two men stared each other down. Neither wanted to back off or show any sign of weakness.