Two Sides of the Same Coin (48 page)

“Wow, you have it all figured out, don’t you? That is fantastic!”

“I do need measurements, so I can get my team to work.”

We spent the next two hours looking at pictures of the X-Men on my laptop, and working with two measuring tapes Renee had brought. I was happy when Sandy made us all trace the outlines of our feet. Everyone was so agreeable to that, I reckoned that she must’ve told them about my plan to buy Mike a pair of Rocketbuster boots for Christmas. I’d looked at the website, and I also needed his shoe size, width, and calf measurements, since they were custom-made boots. Renee had gotten the calf measurements for us all. As Mike was tracin’ his footprint, I sidled up to him.

“Buddy, what size boots do ya wear?”

“Twelve wide, why?”

“What about waist, inseam, and chest?” He gave me a really curious look.

“Thirty waist, thirty-four inseam, and forty-two chest, why?”

I leaned over and whispered in his ear, “We’re the same size, buddy. You know how we wear each other’s socks and underwear? I reckon since we’re the same size, maybe we can wear each other’s jeans, boots, and shirts, too, once in a while.” He gave me the dopey, happy, unfocused grin he gets on his face when we’re having sex.

“Just tell me when, Jeffy!”

“Horndog!”

“I think we’re pretty much the same there.”

“You complainin’?”

“Hell no!”

“Okay, what are you two plotting?” Sandy winked at us.

“Nothin’, darlin’, we were just talkin’ about how breathtakingly beautiful you’re gonna be as Rogue.” She waived that off, but the smile on her face was huge. Renee asked if we would be outside trick or treating, and I told her no. The Halloween bash takes place in the “barn,” Winslett’s civic center and arena. It would be all heated up nice. Renee mentioned that she could use shiny lycra material then; she had wanted to make sure that the costumes would be okay for the weather.

“Hey, Josh, José, Mike, I told you guys that we were gonna talk to a few more wranglers for when the dudes come. Do you guys wanna talk to ’em too? I reckon it couldn’t hurt since you’ll be sharing the common room and kitchen in the bunkhouse.”

“Gracias, boss. That is a good idea,” José said.

“I don’t need to, Jeff,” Josh said. “If you, Mike, and José like ’em, I’m sure I will too.”

“I’d like to be there when you talk to ’em, Jeff,” Mike said. “Maybe I can learn somethin’ from you and José about managin’ the ranch.”

“Now all I gotta do is get Wayne.”

“Boss, he is not here. I haven’t seen him last night or today.”

“It seems he’s been away more than here lately. I’d really like to hear what he has to say about the new wranglers,” I said. “I guess I’m just happy he’s recovered from the gunshot wound and has found someone nice.”

“You could always tell him he can bring his lady friend around, Jeff. You’re cool with Renee bein’ here.” Josh had a point, but I wasn’t sure just how willing Wayne would be to have his friend around.

“’Course she’s welcome, and I’ll tell ’im that. He’s been awful secretive about it, so I don’t reckon he’s gonna open up until he’s ready.”

“That is the truth, boss. But it is no matter. We can talk to the new vaqueros.”

“I trust you guys; I just hope Wayne isn’t pissed. One question for you two; are the two of you okay with cowgirls too?”

“Cowgirls? You’re gonna hire women wranglers?” Josh asked with a puzzled look on his face.

“And just what’s wrong with that?” Sandy was glaring at Josh, and Renee looked mad enough to spit. Maria was the one who broke the silence however.

“Josh, you have seen me ride and rope and take care of stock. I spent much time as a girl on my uncle’s ranch. Do you not think I would be able to help out?”

“I didn’t know he was talkin’ about you, Maria. Of course, you’d be a great addition to the team and a great wrangler to work with.”

“See, I am a woman, and I can do it as you say. You need to give other women a chance.”

“It’s not you?”

“No, Josh. Remember, I am a nurse. I have to be there to help Mike if Jeff is too rough with him.” That broke the tension, and everyone laughed. Renee did look at Josh though.

“You’re okay with that, aren’t you, Josh?” She placed a heavy emphasis on “aren’t you.”

Josh nodded. “Sure, I was just askin’. I’m fine with women wranglers. I hadn’t thought about it, that’s all.”

“Great, Josh. The woman I have in mind is named Jeanette. I’ve rodeoed with her in the gay rodeo for years now. She’s tough. One year she was bull ridin’ and didn’t cover. Lucky she was wearin’ a flak vest, ’cause after she hit the ground, the bull stepped right on her chest. Knocked the wind clean outta her, and bruised her up pretty bad. We knew she was fine when she asked for her dip though.” Josh’s mouth was hanging open.

Finally Sandy stuttered out, “Did you make that up, Jeff?”

“Nope. It happened just like I mentioned; she’s tough, so watch your step, Josh. If Renee’s not around to keep you in line, Jeanette will.” Josh gulped and looked a bit worried.

“Jeff, you don’t mind if I have a talk with her and ask her to do just that do you?” Renee winked at me, so Josh couldn’t see.

“That’s between you and her, as long as it don’t interfere with her work or Josh’s work.” Everyone laughed at that, but Josh didn’t look too relieved.

“If it’s okay with you boys, Sandy, Maria, and I will go to Wenatchee and get some fabric and stuff for the costumes. We’ll have lunch in Leavenworth, and my head seamstress is going to meet us there.” They walked out and got in Renee’s car. It was a Lexus.

“When are the vaqueros coming here, boss?”

“Today. One at one, one at two, and one at three.”

“Bien. I will be back at one.” José walked out, followed by Josh.

“Buddy, it looks like we got a couple of hours to kill. What do you want to do?” I grabbed the neck of his shirt and pulled him into me and gave him a hard, deep kiss, while I used one hand to squeeze his ass.

“I’m sure we’ll think of somethin’, Jeff.” We headed upstairs. Mike had asked when we got upstairs, if we could leave our underwear and socks on. The boy’s been really clear that turns him on, and if it gets him going, it gets me going, so I’m happy to do that. We shucked our jeans, and Mike shucked his T-shirt. We fell into bed, still kissing deep and hard. He started rubbing and playing with me through the long johns, and I returned the favor. We kept the lip-lock going.

Finally, when we were both sporting big wet spots from precum, I told him, “Get on your side, back to me, boy.” He jumped to obey.

I got the lube and condoms, and unbuttoned the back flap of his underwear. I unbuttoned mine from neck to crotch, and lubed both of us up. I unrolled the condom on myself and then slid into him. It was the first time I ever did that without rimming or fingering him to open him up. He gasped as I slid in, but pushed back against me. I had one arm around him and was pulling on one of his nipples hard. It seemed the harder I pulled, the more he reacted. I was using the other hand to rub his cock through the material. Just to see what he’d do, I bit down on his shoulder where it joined his neck. He rammed his ass back into me, and began to fuck himself much harder than I had been doing.”

He yelled out, “Hot damn! C’mon, Jeffy, make me feel it. I wanna be sore for a week. Bite me, bite me again!” I did so on his neck and was rewarded with more shouts.

“Fuck yeah! C’mon, ride my ass. Hurt me good. Fuck me, Jeff! Hard! Ram it in!” He was really getting off on my being rough. Just to see how he’d react, I lightly slapped his balls. He let loose a wordless yell. When I moved my hand to his cock, he began humping it wildly. I started fucking him hard, and slapped his balls a few more times. Then I roughly grabbed his cock and bit his neck.

“I can’t take it anymore; it’s too intense; fuck me hard while I cum. Bite me. Use me, Jeffy. I’m yours. Ohhhh—
Fuck! Yeah!
”

With that he started gushing. He let loose with a huge load all over his long handles. He was still moaning and whimpering as I fucked him. I was getting close and made no effort to hold back. I pulled him back to me and wrapped my arms around him. I kissed his neck where he had several red marks and bruises.

“Hot damn, Jeffy, where’d you learn to fuck like that? I love it when you get rough and all dominant.”

“Yeah, that was hot. I liked it too. If someone had told me I’d get off on bein’ real rough with ya, I wouldn’t have believed ’em.”

“We gotta do more of that.”

“Fine by me, just let me know if it’s too rough; I’m dependin’ on you to tell me when to back off.”

“Will do.”

“We better get cleaned up, buddy.”

“Let’s just leave this on.”

“You’re soaked in cum, and we both got real sweaty.”

“I’m gonna leave my gear on.”

“Okay. I ain’t the one drippin’.” We pulled on jeans and shirts. Mike was grinning like a horse with its muzzle in the oat bag. He had this dazed, unfocused look to him. He had really gotten off on that. He was still floating on cloud nine.

“Let’s get a sandwich, buddy, before the wranglers come.”

“Okay. Whatever you say.” We headed downstairs and into the kitchen. I made us a couple of Reuben sandwiches. Mike was still off in his own sex-charged little world.

“Jeffy, you don’t mind if I call you sir, do ya?” That took me by surprise.

“Let me think on it, buddy. I guess between the sheets it’s fine, but remember I said that outside the bedroom we’re equals.”

“I know that, and neither of us would be happy otherwise. I really do get off on your bein’ rough and me bein’ all submissive; I think callin’ you sir would be really hot.”

“All right.”

“I’m kinda sore, my ass, my balls, my chest, and neck.” He still had a dreamy smile on his face.

“If I was too rough, buddy, I’m sorry. You gotta let me know. I ain’t ever done that with nobody else.”

“You weren’t too rough. Hell, I think about bein’ sore, and I get hard again.”

This was kind of interesting. It surprised me just how much that turned him on. The very thought of me knocking him around seemed to make him a walking hard-on. I’d have to file that away for later.

We finished our sandwiches and went into the living room to wait on the folks coming about the jobs. José came by a few minutes later.

“Mike, amigo, what is wrong with your neck? It looks like you have some horrible rash. Should I call Maria and ask her to come and look at it for you?”

“Thanks, José. I’ll be fine.” José was grinning, so I figured he knew exactly what was wrong with Mike’s neck.

“Miguel, I am very worried about you, amigo. The rash looks like bite marks. Perhaps you were bitten by a dog with la rabia?”

“It’s just a rash, José.”

“Are you sure one of Porky’s friends did not come for you? It also looks like strangle marks.” José was having a hard time keeping from laughing now.

“I’m gonna go out by the porch to bring the wrangler in when he gets here.” Mike beat a hasty retreat to the kitchen. José finally started laughing.

“Boss, I hope you don’t get such a horrible rash.”

“Don’t worry, José, it ain’t gonna happen.”

“Who is the first candidate, boss?”

“She’s the cowgirl, Jeanette.” Just then I heard the door open and Mike greeting someone. He came in the living room in about a minute or so with Jeanette.

I’d rodeoed with her for years. She’s a real sweetheart, but butch is an understatement. She’s about five-seven and very stocky. Her brown hair is cut very short, and she never wears makeup. She was dressed in old broken down boots, jeans, a flannel shirt, and a down vest. She smiled a greeting at me and held out her hand. I shook it and then gave her a hug. She hugged me back.

“Jeanette, it is really nice to see you. You been keepin’ out of trouble?”

“Only when I have to. Are you still datin’ that pansy from San Francisco?”

“Not hardly; Mike, who ya just met, and I are kinda hitched up now.”

“From his neck, it looks like you two are still on your honeymoon.” She looked Mike up and down.

“You take care of Jeff, hear me? He’s a good man,” she said. “You look good for him; you two put me to mind of two peas in a pod.”

“Jeanette, meet José. José is one of our wranglers here. We’ve known each other since we were teenagers. He’s the backup foreman.”

“Pleased to meet ya.” They shook hands.

“You’re planning on heardin’ dudes now, huh?”

“Yeah, I also want to keep this a workin’ ranch, so I need wranglers who can do both.”

“I told ya I’ve worked in a couple of dude ranches. I’m happy to give you that information if you wanna check. You know from the rodeos, I know how to wrangle.”

José smiled at her. “Jeanette. You know we have one bunkhouse. We all have our own rooms, but we share the common area and kitchen. This is not a problem for you, no?”

“No, if one of the other wranglers makes a move on me, I’ll kick his ass. Did Jeff tell you about the time we beat the shit outta two redneck homophobes in Albuquerque?” Mike and José both said, “No,” in unison.

“We were both buckin’ in the New Mexico Gay Rodeo. Me and Jeff was headed out for breakfast at Los Cuates. We was walkin’ across the hotel parkin’ lot, when some redneck called me a dyke and told me I just need a good man. I told him I’m more of a man than he is, and he jumped me. His friend started runnin’ toward us. Jeff knocked the friend out cold right away. I knocked a few teeth outta the first guy, and then Jeff and I left for breakfast.” They were both staring at her in a mixture of fear and awe.

“Jeffy, told us about the time the bull stepped on you,” Mike said.

“All part of a rodeo.”

“Jeff, will your dudes be gay only or you gonna open it to everyone?”

“Everyone.”

“Good, I’m pretty good teachin’ kids to ride and such.”

“Great. José, you wanna show Jeanette the bunkhouse and barn?”

“You’ll let me know, Jeff?” She gave me a rib crushin’ hug.

“Today. Just keep your cell phone on.”

She turned to Mike. “If you’re Jeff’s partner, you’re okay.” She gave another bone crushin’ hug to Mike, before she and José walked out. As they did José gave me a thumbs up sign behind his back.