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Click hereWithin a half hour, though, I saw it again. I decided to stop by Collins's orchard to check my work schedule before going home, and I was about to pull into the farm road when I saw that big black Dodge Ram again in the farm yard. I could make out Lance sitting in the driver's seat and there was Sydney Collins leaning up against the window, looking up into the cab and smiling and laughing at something he was discussing with Lance. I pulled my truck up to the side of the road, where the branches of the trees blocked me from the view of the farm yard but where I could get a good look at what was going on there.
I saw Collins transfer a thick envelope to Lance's hands, those hands that only recently were unlocking my virginity and touching me in my most intimate recesses. Collins stood back, and Lance got out of the cab of his truck and the two slowly walked toward the pasture, toward where the new, black mare twitched and skitted about, waiting for someone to break her in to be ridden by Sydney Collins.
I could clearly read the logo on Lance's truck now. It said "Lance Stevens, Horse Handler."
I got back into my Toyota pickup and started toward home. No use crying over what was lost. I somehow knew I was moving in this direction anyway. I just needed someone to break me in right, to get me past the skittish phase. I knew now that the next time Collins asked me up to his house, I would go with him. And that this wasn't my last visit to the Honey Hollow swimming hole, either.
I had a similar experience, whie hitchhiking RT50 from Easton to Ocean City, MD. It wasn't my "breaking-in", but it was my first experience of seduction by an older man. Another with that soothing, mellow singsong voice that just made everything... Cool and ok. Great story! Now I'm off to read another of your delightfu boner causing tales of mischief and lust,!
Sorry, I usually like your stories, but I just can't wrap my mind around an old guy who would pay another dude to seduce a kid. It seems a bit pervy.
The horse whisperer who is also a gay virgin whisperer, what a wonderful idea. Such a nice seduction to show him the way he needs to go.
One of the best seduction stories I've ever read and I keep returning to it. I'd love seeing another story featuring that seducer of young men.
I like the fact the story was steamy but not too sexually explicit. Jake was torn between society's restrictions and his his own emotions. Contrary to Lance who loved who refused to let society dictate who he could desire. Jake and Lance were hot
I've read a lot of your stories and even commented on some. (Positive, of course, don't leave neg.) Some of your stroke stories have been quite enjoyable and hot, and some of your stories impressed me in other ways. But this story is head and shoulders above the others I've read. I realise this is simply subjective personal preference, but I loved the plot, loved the slow seduction, even though I knew he was going to turn out to be who he was. It was the way that you used words that grabbed me. I laughed at the "mounted" and "ride" as you used them, very clever. When the narrator got to the swimming hole though, you used words to weave a magical spell, both allowing me to see the setting and feel the hypnotically calm way that Lance seduced him. The ambivalent feelings of the younger man rang true. The descriptions were beautiful. The picture you painted of Lance's beautiful body and the way the narrator could hear his own cries from a distance, just lovely. "He was pulling me with him through the opening in the rock into the first, more confining, more private pool—the pool with the cascading waterfall that filled my ears with the sound of rushing water. I was crying out as Lance's hands raced across my body, finding curves and crevices and making me tremble and twitch and feel oh so aroused and concerned and needy and reluctant and violated all at once." Absolutely stellar, you wove your usual themes of dominance, submission, control and compression (tightness? The way men enclose whilst taking? Confining?) together in a subtle and lovely way. I am very impressed.