Yeah we got snow! About three feet of it. It didn't powder much; the drifts were sane. There are a few of the horses that have to get out; it's their nature. The rest are gonna hang out in their stalls. I'm the stablemaster. You get to know your herd.
Gabe, the new stable hand, rotates the stalls as several horses play out in the snow. Turns out a few more horses wanna play, too. I let them. It's sort of dangerous; there are weird rocky places and injury is a possibility. Eventually, they all come back into the warmth and food. I have a bunch of apples stored.
These horses all have personality. They appreciate conversation and attention. We sort of pamper them. Gabe's good with them, the reason I let him get hired. There were good points at his interview. Knew horses, could help Ocho, whose back was still bothering him. Might be queer, always a plus with me. I hadn't tested that yet.
And the guy took orders well. Like Ocho, also an ex-con. Gabe's crime was stupidity; he let a guy borrow his 9mm and the guy, already a felon, stuck up a C-store with it. Eleven months washing floors and doing laundry was the result, now out a year. Couldn't find any work, but said lazily that he always thought he'd make a good roper and ranch hand. Skinny kid, just turned 30. Had hay-throwing muscles. Divorced. No kids, no alimony. Not a drinker but maybe a stoner now and then.
What convinced me was his natural connection with the stock. I could tell he was raised around horses. Gabe was gentle and patient. I convinced Burt to hire him. After the interview, when Gabe's pickup was dust in the distance, Burt told me "It's not advisable for you to fuck your employees." He knew I was thinking about Gabe's bubble butt.
He gave me this MBA look.
"What about you, Burt? I've had your very own swimmers in my male vagina, more than once."
"Shit! That guy can't know about that, hear? That's between you and me!"
"Of course. Doesn't mean you have to quit boning me, either." I told him. "Ocho hasn't-- and he has a bad back."
Burt looked out the window. It was gonna snow again. He looked back at me.
"Gets lonely out here, doesn't it?"
I smirked. "Kathy still fucking the cook?"
Burt dipped his head and smiled.
"Yeah. Most nights."
That was that.
Not a month later, the snows came. Ocho uncovered the snowmobiles and the Cat. Ridin' them was murder on his back. He put the plow onto one of the diesels, and started clearing stuff. I sent Gabe to help him. The next day, we had a path to the country road. We were more or less exhausted.
Ocho made it down to the stables to relieve his balls, which might be blue from the cold, or no sex, or both. I'm his current sperm bank. He makes deposits pretty frequently. Gabe was eating up at the lodge. Ocho really really wanted his dick serviced, so we went into the huge shower stall and ran the water. He looked good standing there, naked, long thick dick mostly hard, lots of tats, shoulders thick and muscled. I was going to be his bitch and happy for it.
I licked on his nipples, his weakness, wanking that thick dick as I nursed on him. Stone hard. Rock hard. Throbbing in my hand. This might be fast, or there might even be a second load in there. Turning him, I parted his cheeks and washed his bung. He likes this almost as much, knowing that my tongue comes next.
Yeah, he loves it, my tongue gently rimming him, poking him now and then, yanking on his balls, he needed it. I needed no other preliminaries so I grabbed the bottle of lube, turned him around, his cock like a flagpole, and doused his entire length, and a bit for my hole. I was about to be seriously stretched.
He smirked at my erection, heavy between my legs as I turned around and grabbed the wall. I felt his cock head at my back door; I pushed my asslips and fuckkkkkk... in he went. My ass was shocked. It's always shocked. It's a trophy dick now stretching all the dimensions of my slut hole until....finally, he was far into my guts.
Somewhat of a gentleman, he always let's me get used to his size. Then he gently but deeply pounds the living fuck out of me. He will go at his own pace until I start bouncing back on him. I will wank his thick dick with my ass. I will almost swoon as I do my level best to squeeze the cum out of his big brown balls into my slut butt, then maybe some more.
His hands are on my shoulders. I'm banging back against him. Yeah, he's gonna squirt. Nice. And he does. And out of the corner of my eye, Gabe is getting an eyeful. He's dressed but spying on us. It's odd that I didn't hear him come in.
Ocho is finished with my sperm bank. He pulls out, and as usual, I suck his dick to get the last drop. It's a ritual. Gabe is gone.
As I turn up the water heat, Ocho is against the wall, holding his dick, sort of moaning. He is wiped. I decide not to wank one out and just wash and squeeze and hug him. He seems to need it. His back is sore, the surgical scars not quite fresh. Eventually, he gets some energy and we shutdown the stall and grab towels. Five minutes later, he's in his snowmobile suit and and out the door.
The stables are incredibly quiet. I'm sort of dressed and in my boots. I check on a couple of horses. Everyone seems OK. I sat in my office and fired up a cigar. It had been a long day, and I was sittin' funny.
I heard the door open around the corner. I could see snow flakes following. It was Gabe.
He shook off and went to a couple of stables, the same two I just checked, then sauntered into my office in a snowmobile suit. He was still covered with sticky snow.
