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“Not terrible. Truthful. You’re fitting right in already, though. Everyone likes you.”
“They like you and are feeling me out, which is perfectly okay.”
“Rick, people like you too.”
“Let’s go walking,” he suggested, and we left the porch hand in hand as he waved to another couple strolling past us.
He seemed happier than he'd been in a long time, and though he was always pretty happy, I could tell he’d been worried about things like he’d just mentioned.
He was a newborn baby as far as the gay world was concerned. He didn’t know all the terminology, or what exactly to say at times, but with the help Chandler gave him and being around a lot of other gay men, he was becoming more comfortable in his own skin.
I couldn’t imagine it, what it felt like to discover something about himself at his age. I’d known and been fine with it since I was a kid, but him nearing fifty and only recently figuring out he liked men too, it was mind blowing.
He walked me to the woods, where no other footprints had been on the small trail and got me into a stand of trees. There was little snow there, the trees blocking the worst of it, and he pushed me to one of the aspens to kiss me deeply. “I want so badly to fuck you in that primal way we’ve been playing with, but your poor body needs a break.”
“Maybe from all the rough stuff, but I’m up for some fun, if you are.”
“I am,” he said, spinning me around. “You didn’t let me finish.”
I was against the tree, and my pants were soon around my ankles as Rick readied to fuck me in the woods. I felt his hands gripping and squeezing my ass, though he did avoid the worst of my bruises.
I held on tightly to that tree, my arms wrapped around it as Rick entered me, and the cold that had nipped at my ass was gone as he pushed all the way inside me and held me there. “Nice place,” he whispered to me.
“Yes, Sir, it is.”
“I’m gonna fuck you then eat barbecue,” he added, laughing.
“I like your mind.”
I let go as he started to slow work his dick in and out of my hole, closing my eyes, then watching the trail in case someone walked up on us.
He loved the outdoors, and I’d known that from the start, so he got very energetic fucking me against that tree. I wanted to laugh with the joy of it, my ass getting pounded while the wind made the leaves whisper a sweet song to us. We heard others in the distance, the laughter and friendship of the place making us more comfortable to let go of our masks and inhibitions to just be in the moment.
We ate barbecue and went for another walk into a different part of the woods and make love again, me on yet another tree before we gave up and lay in the wet forest floor to fuck hard and come out of it covered in mud, pine needles and other forest debris.
Rick laughed often and talked with everyone. The time we had that first weekend together at Cowpokes made me know that he wouldn’t have a second thought about his sexuality. He enjoyed the community, the camaraderie and cemented for him that he still had new experiences to look forward to.
Like he’d said, as we grew older, firsts were hard to come by. That weekend, Rick had many firsts, including that performance on the stage, and the following night the proud audience member who watched me dance four times. The big finale of the weekend came when Joel was dogpiled by several men on stage and the sexual energy in the room was thick. Rick couldn’t keep his hands off me, and for all the little pinches and groping I got, I knew back in the cabin we’d fuck like rabbits.
I wasn’t wrong. We fucked on the bed, the floor and in the shower twice that night, finally collapsing on the floor against the side of the bed as he begged for mercy.
“Mercy is for the weak,” I teased. “Oh, but…thanks for finally letting me start coming again.”
“Enjoy it. I really liked controlling that. Say, three months this next time?”
“Fine, but you owe me.”
He turned his head to smile at me. “Oh?”
"I want that tour of the business. I want to start helping you more. I’ll watch Colby, I’ll do whatever you need, but I don’t feel like I’m…”
“Your potential is being wasted. I know.”
“I didn’t say that, Rick. You are doing so much, and yes, you aren’t running for mayor again and you got a manager for the chickens, but still, you have a lot on your plate. I am a partner in all ways.”
“I know. I spoke to Jace when you were getting our plates for lunch. He’s not the manager for all of it, Kanan. He’s a specialist in raising sheep, which I’ve been testing out recently. I had forty head of sheep for the last few years, but I’m expanding a little. The property they’re on, and the chickens, of course, is zoned for agriculture, and it’s pretty big. Almost a thousand acres, but I don’t want all of that for the chickens and sheep.”
“Cattle?” I asked.
