From: jazzedup <jazzedup@prodigy.net>
Subject: Cowboys and passion (M/M)-Montana Sky Pt. 1
Date: Sat, 18 Jan 1997 10:00:29 -0500

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	Montana Sky by Johnson Cox  (Part 1)

	A.J. Stone hung up the phone with an enormous smile on his face and
quite a few butterflies in his stomach.  He had just gotten his first
role in a major motion picture, and it was the lead!  It was going to be
filmed not too far from where he grew up in Montana.  He hadn't been
back in seven years.  He was filled with mixed emotions.  He was excited
about being in his first film, but nervous about going home.
	The childhood memoories of his life on a racnh came back to A.J. as his
chartered plane landed in Montana.  His family owned thousands of acres
and he had spent his youth riding over everyone.  As the boss' son, he
was given many ranching responsibilities early on, and had grown to be
as good with horses and cattle as men twice his age.  Now at the age of
twenty-six, he himself was a man.  Handsome and sensual.  Strong-willed
and independent.  But if you looked closely into his dark, brown eyes,
you could sometimes see the core of profound sadness deep within him.
	Although he hadn't yet been in the movies, A.J. had already acheived
fame.  He could be seen every Thursday night at 10pm as "Jake Jarrett -
Bounty Hunter".  If he hadn't been famous, the folks in his hometown
might not have recognized A.J.  Gone were the old, dusty country duds;
replaced by expensive leather jeans and jackets.  His once slim frame
had filled out in all areas: his chest muscled, his back and shoulders
broadened, his ass tight ans round.  His hair once an unruly mass, now
grew in a thick, lush mane, that he usually tied at the nape of his neck
with a leather thong.  His eyes were dark and sensual, and his
smoldering gazes captured on camera had caused many a reaction in men
and women alike.  People back home had known him as A.J. Johnston.  Now
he was A.J. Stone, TV star, coming home to make his first film.
	Seven years ago, A.J. had experienced two major events in his life. 
Two events that had caused him to pack up and head to Los Angeles,
leaving behind the place that he had thought would be his lifelong
residence.  One was the death of his father, and the other was Luke
Winters.
	A.J. had known Luke most of his life.  Luke was the foreman, second
only to A.J.'s father on the ranch.  He was an older cowboy who had been
a rodeo star.  He was strong, handsome and kind.  Sort of like the
Marlboro Man with a heart of gold.  Those things had touched A.J.'s
heart and when he was nineteen - had set his body on fire.  As quickly
as the passion flared, Luke cooled it down.  A.J. never knew the full
story, because Luke left the ranch soon after. And when his father died,
A.J. left for California, running away from unfinished business, running
to anything that would ease the heaviness in his heart.
	A.J. hit it big careerwise in Hollywood, but in his personal life, he
found himself going from woman to woman, then man to man, always
searching for something that seemed just beyond his reach.  Somewhere
deep inside he was always comparing his encounters to something he had
left long ago in Montana.
	So when his agent called and told him about the new film "The
Horseman", he jumped at it.  And seven years after leaving, he found
himself back in the land of his roots.  As he walked off the plane, he
was overwhelmed with the feeling of coming home.
	It was Friday afternoon, so A.J. had the weekend to spend on his family
ranch, before filming began on location on Monday.  As he watched the
men unloading his motorcycle and gear from the private plane, he was
amazed at how good it really felt to be out of Hollywood.  He rode out
of the city travelling the lonely highway and marvelling at the
landscape.  Finally he turned onto the red clay road leading into the
ranch, passing sheep and cows grazing under a clear, blue sky.
	The memory of when he first saw Luke came rushing back to him. He had
been riding up this same road with his dad...he was still a boy, only
11, while Luke was a man of thirty-one.  A tough, rugged cowboy who
could handle any ornery bronco.  His big, callused hands held the reins
as he sat in the saddle.  His jeans hugged his hard ass and cradled his
bulging crotch.  At 6'1", broad and muscular, with a strong jaw and
steel-gray eyes, he struck an imposing figure.  He had such a presence
about him, almost like the stallions he had been hired to handle.  He
was quite a man.  And the feeling A.J. got when he saw him was one he
had never felt before.
	From Luke's first day on the ranch, A.J. worked closely with him,
learning all he could.  Luke was the only person A.J. allowed to call
him Asa (his full first name). and by the time A.J. was thirteen, they
were the best of friends.  Until the day that A.J. could no longer keep
himself from exploring the intimate feelings that Luke aroused within
him.
	A.J. remembered that day as if it were only seven days ago instead of
seven years.  He and Luke had been out all day doing routine maintenance
chores.  The sun was hot, but the sexual tension that burned through
A.J. felt even hotter.  Luke was bent over, tending to a downed piece of
fence. He called to A.J. to come help him.  A.J. came up behind Luke,
his eyes drawn to the worn denim stretched tight over Luke's ass.  He
moved to help with the downed section and his crotch rubbed up against
those hard buns.  A.J. felt the big man tremble, then they both went
still.  Luke slowly looked over his shoulder and the passion seemed to
form a cloud all around them.  Luke licked his dry lips, and A.J.
couldn't tear his eyes away from that tounge.  It was Luke who took
control of the situation.
	"Asa, i don't know if you know what you're doing, but why don't we
finish up here, and then we'll sit down and have a talk."
	With that they finished fixing the fence, and then rode sown to their
favorite swimming hole to talk.  A.J. turned and looked up into Luke's
eyes.  He was relieved to still see passion and not anger smoldering in
their depths.
	"Asa, I think I know what's on your mind, and it's not a good idea. 
Think about it.  I'm a man, I'm twenty years older than you, and I work
for your father.  Who, by the way, would probably shoot me if he knew I
was even having these thoughts about you."
	"This doesn't have anything to do with my father.  I'm not a little
boy, Luke."
	"No, you're not.  But you're still a minor, so you're not yet a man."
	"I'm all man," A.J. answered, gathering his courage.  "Let me show
you."
	"Asa, this is not right for you.  I'm too old to be playing games with
you, and you're too young to understand just what the consequences of
all this could be.  You should be finding yourself a nice young filly to
share these feelings with."
	A.J. felt a lump rise in his throat.  But his determination held strong
and moved him forward.  He had had a tumble or two in the hay with young
"fillies", but he knew himself well enough to know that just the sight
of sweat running down the muscled backs of the ranch hands generated
more passion in him than all those encounters combined.  He took a step
toward Luke.  Reaching out, he palmed Luke between the legs, and traced
the outline of hte hard pole that he found there.  Luke sucked in a
breath and felt all of his resolve leave him as he exhaled.  He lowered
his lips to A.J.'s and totally forgot that it was his boss' son.  All he
could think about was how A.J.'s wet kiss was making his dick even
harder, and that no other kiss had felt more right.  Luke folded his
arms around A.J. and deepened the kiss, pressing their groins together.
	A.J. groaned deep in his throat as Luke's tongue probed his mouth.
	"Ah, Luke, you feel so good."
	"Asa, I still don't think this is a good idea, but I won't lie and say
that I'm not interested."
	"Luke, I want you so bad it hurts."
	By the side of the stream, Luke showed that he wanted A.J. pretty bad
also.  They lay on a blanket, kissing, groping and rubbing.  Luke's hard
body on top of A.J.'s.  Humping.  Denim rubbing denim.  Luke removed
A.J.'s shirt and jeans, and gazed down at his sleek, tight body.  Though
he stull had a boyish frame, his pecs were rounded and topped with twinn
peaks.  The sight of A.J.'s nipples sent pulses through Luke's dick.  He
licked the side of A.J.'s neck and made his way down to those hardened
nipples.  Biting them gently, kissing and sucking, making A.J. groan
loudly.  When he reached the hard cock bobbing against A.J.'s stomach.
Luke let out a groan of his own.  The precum leaking from that perect
mushroom head, made Luke's mouth water.  He dipped down and licked a
trail from A.J.'s smooth nuts to the pool of wetness at the tip.
	"You taste so good, Asa," Luke whispered in a husky voice.  "And I want
you to feel good."
	Luke spread A.J.'s thighs and pushed them back as he positioned himself
between them.  A shudder of lust ran through him as the puckered opening
below A.J.'s balls came into view.  He nuzzled the smooth, round nuts
savoring the musky scent.  He licked A.J.'s asshole, slowly rimming the
opening with his wet tongue.  Then he began moving his tongue in and
out, shooting thrilling sparks through A.J., whose asshole pulsated in
rhythm with the shaking of the rest of his body.  A.J. pulled on his own
nipples, making sounds that blended in with the sounds of nature around
them.  Luke fucked him with his tongue, totally drenching A.J.'s sweet
boypussy.
	"Oh man, Luke," A.J. moaned, his cock sticking almost straight up in
the air.  "I...can't...hold it.  I'm...gonna...cum...now!!"
	Luke's own dick was so hard, it hurt, straining painfully in his
jeans.  He grabbed A.J.'s meat with one hand, loosening his pants with
the other.  Once free, his rod pulsed rhythmically, dabbing his abs with
thick juice.  He took the head of A.J.'s cock into his mouth and slurped
contentedly, before swallowing him down to the hilt.  He felt the first
spurts hit the back of his throat just as the wiry pubic hairs started
to tickle his nose.  He squeezed A.J.'s tightening nuts as he sucked
down gob after gob of the young man's tasty cum.  He raised his head and
went to kiss A.J.  A.J. kissed him back hungrily, licking up the cum
that had dribbled out of the corners of Luke's mouth.
	"Luke, do you think you could make love to me now?"
	"Well, Asa, I do believe I could," Luke responded.  A.J.'s words had
sent a thrill through his gut, drawing up his low-hanging hairy balls. 
"Are you sure that you're ready?"
	A.J. nodded.  Luke removed his boots and jeans.  His balls were
loaded.  His hard, fat dick felt like a club between his legs.  He was
barely able to keep from shooting his load, just thinking about A.J.'s
tight, young ass.  He knelt between A.J.'s legs, pusing his thighs back
again.  A.J.'s asshole winked at him, and Luke had to catch his breath. 
He stuck two fingers in A.J.'s mouth and had him suck them.
	"Now relax for me, Asa.  Relax, cause I'm going in." He slowly inserted
the spit-slick fingers into A.J.'s hole.  Slowly pumping in and out. 
"Can I have this, Asa?"  Are you ready for me?"  A.J. just groaned, his
cock already hard again.  Luke plunged his fingers in all the way,
tickling his young lover's prostate.
	A.J. screamed out, "Fuck me, Luke!  Please fuck me!"
	Luke removed his fingers and positioned his huge erection at A.J.'s
tight opening.  "I'm going in, Asa.  Slow but deep."  He got the head in
and slowly pushed his hips forward.  A.J. let out a loud gasp as his
hole clamped down on Luke's dick.  Luke was gasping to, it was so tight
and so hot.  It took everything he had not to just pound in up to his
nuts.  "We're gonna take it slow and I'm gonna give it all to you. 
Oh...you feel so good around me.  I'm loving this."
	A.J. reached down to spread his asscheeks wider apart as luke finally
made it all the way in.  Luke's hips pumped back and forth, and A.J.
rocked his ass back and forth to meet him.  Luke groaned and pulled out
slowly just to the head before plunging all the way in.  He repeated
this.  In and out.  Slow and deep.  They were moving in a sexual rhytm,
in time to their grunts and groans.  Luke could feel the pleasure start
to overtake him.  "Oh, Asa, baby, I'm gonna cum!  Hold on!!"  He rammed
his meat in as deep as it could go, and felt his body vibrating from his
fingertips to his toes.  He pulled out and shot thick, creamy ropes of
cum onto A.J.'s young body.  Spasm after spasm, till he thought he might
dry up forever.  He scooped up a fingerful of the hot cream and offered
it to A.J. to taste, then lowered himself onto him, binding their bodies
together with his cum.
	"Luke, that was too much.  I never knew it could be like that.  I love
you, Luke."
	"Luke kissed A;J; on the lips saying, "Yes it was right good at that,
son.  But, I think we better get dressed and head on back, before
someone decides to come looking for us.  It's getting late."  As they
rode back toward the ranch, Luke couldn't help but feel troubled as he
glanced at the grinning A.J.  For once a tumble meant something more for
him; and he didn't think loving this young man was a good idea at all.


**Part one ended just after the first sexual encounter between our two
leading men...

	Montana Sky by Johnson Cox  (Part 2)

	When A.J. went looking for Luke the next morning, a silly grin still on
his face, he found that Luke had left without a word.  He was
heartsick.  His father told him that Luke had decided to go handle the
horse auction himself this season.
	"Maybe he feels like he's missing the action when he hears all the guys
telling stories."
	"Maybe," A.J. mumbled.  His throat tightened with longing for Luke.  He
never knew that the real reason Luke left was to give them space so they
could each see their encounter in the proper light.  Luke really felt
that A.J. would be better off without the complications of becoming
involved with him.  And he had to admit he was having trouble dealing
with the strong feelings for A.J. that were brewing inside of him.
	When Luke finally returned, he was a different man than the friend A.J.
had known since his childhood, and different from the lover he had come
to know by a streamside.  He seemed so cool and detached.  A.J. was not
worldly enough to see through Luke's tactics to keep distance between
them, and Luke was too stubborn to realize that a candid confrontation
would have helped the situatuon a great deal.  So he kept A.J. at arm's
length, which only served to increase the tension between them and hurt
A.J. more deeply.  Finally, Luke left the ranch, leaving A.J. feeling as
if he had been used and thrown away.
	Luke had no idea how A.J.'s life would turn out but he felt that A.J.
should have the opportunity to find his own place in the world.  To make
a life for himself.  He followed A.J.'s career in the media, but he
never tried to contact him.  But over the years he found that his
feelings for the younger man had not died, not his passion and not his
love.  Secretly, he held out the hope that one day they might again.
	Luke's behavior left A.J. with deep wounds on his heart.  All of his
professional success did nothing to lessen the pain and sense of
abandonment he felt inside.  No one could make him feel what he had felt
one day under a clear Montana sky.
	A.J. shook his head in an effort to clear the memories as he got off of
his motorcycle.  That was the past.  Seven years, a successful series,
several affairs and a failed engagement now separated him from Luke.  A
lifetime had passed.  But standing here now, it seemed like his life was
fast falling back into the same state it had been in the day he left
home.
	A.J greeted his uncle, who was now running the ranch, before going up
to stow his gear in his old room.  The room seemed almost the same as
when he had last been there.  He busied himself putting his things
away.  When he went to hang up his jacket in the closet, he felt a
jolt.  He had forgotten about this.  Hanging on a hook on the back of
his closet door was the shirt he had worn on the day that Luke had made
love to him.  He had never washed it.  He reached out a trembling hand
and brought the shirt to his nose.  He moaned and breathed in the
smells: sweat, horse, grass and...Luke.  A.J. felt his cock spring to
life.  He clutched the shirt and lay down on his childhood bed, letting
the feelngs wash over him.
	A.J. lifted his t-shirt and started playing with his nipples.  Twisting
them into hardened points, triggering a nerve in his groin.  He opened
his leather pants, and freed his hardon.  All he could think about was
how much he wanted to be kissed and touched and fucked.  Lust caused
hiscock to harden, the fat head flaring with passion.  He pulled his
pants off, and took his cock in hand.  He palmed the head, rubbing in
the leaking juice.  He stroked his cock, pumping it over and over.  He
raised his knees, exposing his asshole to the air. He sucked on his
middle finger, moaning in anticipation.  When his finger was wet, he
pushed it into the entrance of his hole.  He groaned as the finger weent
in deep.  He slowly began to finger-fuck himself.  He increased the
rhythm on his cock and in his hole.  Pumping, stroking, fucking.  He
went harder and faster, both hands working.  Discharge from his dickhead
dribbled down on to his fingers.  He felt the heat building, about to
cause his cream to boil over.  His asshole clenched and dislodged his
finger as he shot his load.  He grabbed is old shirt and stroke his cock
with it, catching every last drop of the thick juice.  He relaxed his
body, stretching out.  Jet lag and sexual exertion finally taking its
toll.  His eyes closed and sleep overtook him.  The cool breeze coming
through the window dried the sweat on his body, and mingled with teh
heavy scent of sex in the room.  When A.J. woke a few hours later, he
realized he had sept a peaceful sleep, the first time he had been
undisturbed by thoughts of Luke Winters since coming back to Montana.
	A.J. settled int an enjoyable weekend on the ranch.  He spent the next
day in the saddle riding familiar trails.  He spent the evening relaxing
on the porch, drinking beer and trading stories with his uncle under a
starry sky.  It seemed like Monday morning came to soon.  As excited as
he was to start filming, he wasn't quite ready to leave the peaceful
environment of the ranch.  His only consolation was that he knew he
would have more weekends to spend there before shooting on the film
wrapped up.  He also was grateful that Luke's name had only come up in
old stories, and he didn't seem to actually be around.  A.J. wasn't sure
he could have handled that.
	A.J. waved goodbye to his uncle as he got on his motorcycle.  He
started down the road away from the ranch, lost in a bittersweet
daydream of an actual confrontation with Luke.  He was going too fast,
and not paying attention to th road.  So he didn't notice the pickup
truck (with an equally preoccupied driver behind the wheel) that was
barrelling toward him.
	Driving the truck was Luke Winters.  He was hell-bent on getting to the
Johnstone ranch and facing A.J. after all these years.  He kept
replaying the possible scenarios in his mind.  When he had heard that
A.J. was playing the lead in the new movie that was being filmed near
his home, he felt that maybe God had given him a second chance in his
old age.  He had planned to just show up on location, but had later
decided that he owed it to A.J. to at least have a private meeting.  So
here he was early on a Monday morning, spinning up dust on the narrow
road that led to A.J.'s boyhood home.
	A.J. came to his senses first.  His eyes widened at the sight of the
truck fast approaching.  He managed to avoid a collision, but ended up
in a ditch on the side of the road.  He fell from his bike, and lay
there a moment trying to collect himself after that close call.
	Luke was shaken out of hi reverie only by the squeal of the
motorcycle's tires, and looked in his rear view mirror in time to see
the motorcycle end up on its side beside the road.  He slammed on his
brakes, and gunned his truck in reverse back to the scene.  His heart
was thumping double time, thinking he had caused a fatal accident.  He
ran to the helmeted figure laying in the dust, and heped him to his
feet.  When the manremoved his helmet, you could have knockedthem both
over with a feather.  In fact, A.J. almost passed out, thinking he had
died and gone to heaven.
	"Luke?" he said with surprise, instantly recognizing the handsome,
graying man standing before him.  The man who had rocked his world in
more ways than one.  At forty-six, Luke seemed only to have gotten
better looking.
	"My God, Asa," said Luke.  "Are you okay?"
	A.J. nodded, trying to calm his racing heart.
	"Oh, I'm so sorry, Asa.  I didn't even see you."  Luke was finding it
even harder to get himself under control, now that he realized who he ha
almost hit.
	Luke gave A.J. a quick check to make sure nothing was broken, then they
hugged each other in relief.  Then Luke stepped back, and they looked
into each other's eyes.  A.J. looked away first, overwhelmed as all of
the old hurt hit him once more.
	"Welcome home, Asa.  God, I've missed you," Luke sighed.
	"MISSED ME?"  The adrenaline still coursing through him intensified his
anger.  "YOU were the one who left, remember?"
	"I was on my way to see you now."
	"Fuck you, Luke. Where were you then, when I needed you?  You walked
away from something that was important without a word."
	"I did it for you, Asa.  You were young with your whole life ahead of
you.  You needed to be able to become your own person, without me
holding you back.  You needed to discover what kind of man you wanted to
be.  Seven years ago, you were just nineteen.  Now, you're a mature man
with a career and a life of your own.  You have made decisions that were
yours alone to make and had experiences that were yours alone to
undergo.  You're an actor who made his own way.  If I had stayed, what
kind of life would we have been able to make?  Life is not easy for two
men who love each other the way we did.  Would you have been able to
handle the burden of that?  You were always headstrong.  I wouldn't have
been able to make you see what things could be like.  You had to be out
in the world to see for yourself.  Now, you are no longer the boy that
left his father's ranch, but a man.  I thought I should give you space
to become that man."
	"So why didn't you just ay that, Luke?  Why didn't you explain it?  I
loved you and you walked away.  I didn't understand.  It took me a long
time to come to terms with the fact that I was gay.  I hurt a lot of
people in the process, nice girls who loved me.  And I've never been
able to maintain a relationship with any man, because I kept comaring
them to you.  Why didn't you at least tell me how you felt?"
	"Would you have walked away from me, if I had explained?"
	"I don't know."
	"Well, I do know.  You wouldn't have. You were young and young love can
be overwhelming.  I didn't want you to screw up your life by being with
me.  And truth be told, I loved you too, and that scared the hell out of
me."
	"So what if I told you that I still love you?"
	"Well, I'd say that I still love you too, Asa."
	"But you do recognize the fact that I'm a grown man now?"
	"Oh yeah, it looks that way to me," Luke said appreciatively.
	"And are you willing to trust that I can make my own decisions?"
	"Yes."
	"Then come on, we have a lot of time to make up for."
	They loaded .J.'s bike onto the back of Luke's truck and headed down to
the same swimming hole where they had first shared their love.  Luke
grabbed a blanket and cooler from his truck, and they sat side by side
by the stream and snacked and caught up on their lives.  By
converstion's end they each realized that this was the person they
wanted to spend the rest of their lives with.  Their love was strong and
had survived.
	"I'll love you for the rest of my life, Asa," Luke whispered in A.J.'s
ear.  "I may have made a mistake in the past, but I've gotten wiser in
my old age.  I'll never let you go again."  The whisper turned into a
lick, and then Luke was nibbling on A.J.'s earlobe.
	A.J. moaned and pushed Luke back onto the blanket.  He rubbed his hard
cock agaisnt Luke's equally hard one.  Stiff poles buming each other
through denim.  He nibbled onLuke's ear, then traced Luke's square
jawline with his tongue.  When he got to Luke's lips, he licked them,
then plunged his tongue inside.  It was a hard kiss.  Their tongues
wrestled and their dicks were having a brawl of their own.  Grinding,
thrusting, and the kiss went on.  Blood pounded in their ears and beat
pulses through their groins.
	"Okay, old man, seems like you owe me seven years of love-making," A.J.
growled as he sat up and threw off his shirt revealing his full-grown
muscled chest.  "What are you going to do about it?"  His nipples were
hard tips pointing right at Luke who couldn't resist the urge to reach
up and pinch them, reveling in the way it made A.J.'s pecs quiver.  He
lifted his head to bite each one, sending currents to A.J.'s hardon
which rubbed itself against Luke's hard abs.  Luke's dick was buried in
the heat of the crack of A.J.'s ass.  It was so hard he thougt it might
snap.
	"Asa, I've got to let this thing out before it breaks through on its
own.  Ease up and let me out of these jeans."
	"Oh you do that, because I want what's in those jeans."
	A.J. moved off of Luke so he could remove his clothes, and he undressed
as well.  Luke watched in awe-filled lust as A.J.'s body was revealed. 
He had definitely grown into quite a man.  No longer slim and boyish,
but all manly muscle, and every inch was calling out to Luke.  When they
were both naked, Luke reached out a hand and grabbed A.J. by the ankle,
pulling him closer, and placing himself between those thick thighs.  He
looked down into A.J.'s eyes and the next thing he knew he was flat on
his back looking up.
	"Oh no, Luke," A.J. said with a sexy grin.  "You're not calling the
shots this time.  I'm making decisions now, remember?"
	"Think you're man enough, young fellow?" Luke shot back in a husky
voice.
	In answer, A.J. flipped Luke over onto his stomach in one easy move. 
"On your knees, old man, and find out for yourself."
	Luke raised up on all fours, his hairy ass a sight for A.J.'s lusting
eyes.  A.J. leaned over and gave those cheeks a loving tongue bath. 
Diving into the crack and teasing the hole that was slightly hidden
behind a dusting of hair.  He had Luke rocking on his knees, groaning
and grinding.  He pulled Luke's meat back between his legs and licked
the head.  He sucked on the fuzzy low-hanging nuts one at a time and
then drawing both at once into his hot mouth.  He slurped on Luke's
massive pole again, then let it hang wet and hard, just below Luke's
stomach.  He slipped his cock between Luke's furry cheeks and reached
around to massage Luke's matted chest.  Luke was stroking his own dick,
lubricated with spit and precum.  A.J. took over, pumping Luke's hard
tool while he humped at his ass.  Luke shouted out as he filled A.J.'s
hand with his hot man cream in surge after surge.  A.J. took his lover's
cum and rubbed it all over his stiff cock, saving some to massage into
Luke's waiting hole.  He grabbed ahold of Luke's hips and pointed his
dickhead at the slick opening.  He poked his head in and drove up into
Luke's hot chute.  Luke dropped his head down and thrust his ass up even
more.  A.J. pounded into Luke with more and more speed, passion, force. 
He couldn't control himself.  Seven long years he had waited, to be with
this man, in this way, with their love a certainty between them.  Luke's
manpussy was squeezing and sucking in a wild rhythm of its own.  They
were fucking hard and fast.  Heading toward the edge.  Both wanting to
fall over together.  As A.J. felt his nuts draw up and the pulses start
along the shaft of his dick, he reached again for Luke's erection.  Luke
grabbed his hand.  As A.J. unloaded in Luke's ass, they both pumped
Luke's dick until the cum ran over their fists.  A.J. pulled out, still
hard and watched his own juice flow back out of his man's hole, sucking
his man's cream off his fingers.  His man.
	"Whew, Asa, you've convinced me.  You are definitely man enough for
me.  Do you think you could handle that on a regular basis - being my
man, I mean?"
	A.J. grinned as he lay down beside Luke, pleased that their thoughts
had coincided.  "Well, I will be here for a few more months.  I woudn't
mind spending more time like this."
	"Oh no, you belong with me forever.  Im ready to have a real life with
you and a home, facing the world together.  Give me a chance to make up
for the hurt I caused you.  I have a nice little place where we can hang
our hats and ride our horses.  And we can keep your place in California
for when you need to be there for your work."
	"You know, old man, that's the best thing I've heard in seven years.  I
love you, Luke."
	"I love you too, Asa" Luke replied, rolling over to give A.J. a wet
kiss.  "And I've GOT your old man right here", he said with a sly grin,
as he placed A.J.'s hand on his dick which was once again reaching up
towards the clear,blue Montana sky.

The End.

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