He sat straight and tall in the great room at the lodge. Korean-American. Boards two horses with us, both studs. He looked like he could be a stud, too, but if there was an ounce of emotion in his entire body, he hid it well. The sun beamed through the huge south-facing windows over the snow. Somehow it made him even more masculine.
Burt, the general manager, had a lot of paperwork spread. I had it all layed out, all the forms, the tests, and the info on the brides, the deals, and vet info on the happy ladies, the mothers to be. It didn't seem strange to this man. I was surprised that he was able to keep track of it all, but then, he was an entrepreneur. And he signed with his Korean name, but prefered to be called Charles.
The next step was to do go down to the stables for a visit. He'd only seen his pair of studs once, in Lexington. Bought them. Had them shipped to us. They were a fine pair, really, and the stud fees were pretty good, net-to-him.
I threw on a jacket. He had this puffer jacket thing that made him look like a dark Michelin Man. We quietly walked to the stables, and the heat almost bellowed at us as we walked in the door to the stables. The smell hit him hard; it was the first actual emotion I'd seen.
He admired his studs at length. I had some fruit handy and he learned how to feed them, sort of freaked out that they loved it so much.
Eventually, we're back in my office. More hot coffee. He looked hard at the rainbow flag and gay cowboy pics-- even though we're all clothed. I made some coffee.
His jacket was off; he's a handsome guy. But he's also a customer and not giving me any signals that he might like to bone my brains out... at all. He asks the right questions. I offer a tour of the rest of the stables.
We finally get to the shower stall, the huge place with hoses, the tall shower heads, a dual-purpose fuck mattress, and oh yeah, oops, my industrial size bottle of famous fuck lube. His eyes lock on it.
"You use this stuff on your stock?"
I sort of shuffle. "Uh, no." I try to leave it at that.
"People have sex in here?"
I smile. Not gonna answer that one.
Then a huge smile breaks out over his face, the first one I've seen.
"OK, I get it. This is the shower and fuck room. But... I didn't really see any women except Brad's wife."
I smile and say nothing, then widen my smile.
"I'm a gay cowboy." I let it stand at that.
"Really? I've heard about you guys. So you do it in here? Wow-- that'd be an easy clean up! I'll bet it gets lonely up here, all this snow and ice!"
"Yes it does." I answer. "It's warm in here, and the washer and dryer are right across the hall."
"I get it-- easy cleanup. Interesting."
We both stand there, looking at each other.
Standing directly across from me, he asks, "So do you suck dick?"
"With a relish. Gets lonely out here...."
I'm not really shocked when he gets this jaw-jutting smile, and unzips his pants. He has thermals on under, but whips out a nice uncut dick. Ha!
I'm on it. Fuck yes. Customer service. His taste is delicious. He gets stone hard and I bob and release his nuts and tickle them. Hot.
Charles is giving me a nice moan. I bob. Go deep. Bob. He has light fur. I run my hands on his legs and ass and pull his thermals and pants down a bit. Pull his ass cheeks apart. Mmmmm. I taste his cock honey quickly. Yum.
