CHAPTER 3: A TASTE OF WHAT'S TO COME
I was still tired from the marathon of sex I ended up having with Ryan last night. The last thing I wanted to do was wake up early in the morning. So, when Ryan tried to wake me up for a day in the mountains, it was a hard pass. I probably would have slept my life away had it not been for the noise coming from outside the house.
It sounded like the earth was falling apart. For a while, I tried to drown out the sound by tossing and turning in bed. I eventually gave up, threw the pillow over my face, and let out a scream. I climbed out of bed and slipped on a pair of sweatpants, a beater, and my shoes. I needed the banging to stop.
I quickly made my way down the stairs and out of the house. I didn't see anyone around. Yet, the noise was louder than ever before. I was beyond angry. All I wanted to do was sleep and avoid Cameron.
"What the hell is that noise," I screamed at the top of my lungs.
"What noise," that smooth baritone voice of his came from the distance.
I slowly turned around, and there he was in the not so far away distance. Cameron stood there leaning against the white wooded fence. He flashed his charming smile at me. I paused for a moment and took in the scene. The sun captured his beauty in the right light. It cast a spell on me, almost pulling me in and refusing to let me go. The loud banging seemed to stop at his mere glance.
I moved across the field towards him. The closer I got to him, the more beautiful he appeared. He was wearing a white t-shirt, and I could see every muscle in his arms and the veins snaking through them. Those blue jeans hugged his thick quads and sunk in around his package. Speaking of his package, it was clearly visible. It hung to the left side, and it was massively thick. I could see the shape of his cock's fat head and his balls. I knew then he was cut just like Ryan.
I stopped a few feet from him. Like something out of a movie, this beautiful white horse came up behind him. Cameron squinted his eyes at me. His intense gaze burned a hole deep inside of me. I found myself not looking at his eyes but at his cock instead. I was impressed by the sheer thickness of it, and he wasn't even erect. I wondered what it looked like. I remembered the way it felt poking into my balls last night.
He snapped his fingers and said, "My eyes are up here."
I stuttered, "I'm sorry. What was that noise earlier? It sounded like the world was falling apart."
"There wasn't any noise. Aside from the trees blowing and the stream flowing, there was nothing," he said calmly.
I was in disbelief, "You're kidding. I heard it. It was so loud."
"I don't know what you heard. I've been out here all morning with Cairo, and I heard nothing," he said as he turned and petted the horse.
I admired his firm ass in those tight jeans for a quick second. I wondered what his ass looked like when he fucked someone. Would it shake and bounce, or would the muscles flex? He cleared his throat, and that brought my focus back to the conversation at hand.
"Whose Cairo," I asked.
"This is Cairo," he said as he continued loving on the horse. "Do you ride?"
Offended, I replied, "I don't think that's any of your business. Just because you kissed me doesn't mean-"
"I was talking about the horse," he said, cutting me off mid-sentence with a grin as wide as the sky.
"Oh," I chuckled. "Sorry. No, I don't. Always wanted to try it. Guess I never had the chance."
"I could teach you. Under one condition, though. You have to admit we kissed each other last night, he said cockily.
"I beg your pardon," I feign shock.
"Admit it. You kissed a Cameron, and you liked it," he sang.
"Don't ever do that again," I laughed.
"Well, admit it," he said.
I don't even know why I was playing this game with him. Maybe it was because I was bored, or maybe it was his charm. Whatever the reason is, I gave in and played the game right along with him.
"Maybe I kissed you back, but you kissed me first," I said with a roll of my eyes.
True to his word, Cameron put me on a horse. What I didn't expect but really should have was for him to also jump on the horse with me. Cameron sat directly behind me. He pulled our bodies close together. I could feel his soft member poking into my lower back. It brought back the memories of our brief make-out session.
"Are you comfortable," he asked from behind. The feel of his breath on the back of my neck gave me goosebumps.
I simply nodded my head, and he began the lesson. I was riding a horse for the first time. I felt stretched in one way, aroused in another, and delighted in all ways. The wind was blowing through my hair and I was a proud cowboy in the making.
"Why aren't you with your family today," I asked as we rode through the cluster of trees.
"Someone needed to stay behind for when sleeping beauty woke up," he chuckled at his own joke. "You'll come to learn that I'm a bit of a loner in my family."
"A loner?" I paused. "Is that by choice or consequence?"
"Why would it be by consequence," he asked.
"I mean, you've come onto me a few times now, and you know I'm with Ryan, your brother. Is that a pattern for you? Do you always go after your sibling's partners?"
"It's not a pattern. You're the first guy he's brought home that I've made a pass at. I'm the only child from my mother's first marriage. My father passed away, and then she remarried, and I got a sister and two more brothers out of the deal. I don't get along with my new dad. I remind him of my father."
"Why does that matter if you look like your birth father," I asked.
"They fought over my mom. My dad won. Anyway, stick around long enough, and you'll see Gill will show his true colors and start his bullshit, and I always get upset and end it with a fist. Then I'm labeled the bad guy." The hurt was evident in his voice. It broke my heart for him a little bit.
We rode in silence, and I took in all the wonders that nature had to offer. The wind blew gently against us, and the sun wrapped us in perfect warmth. He took me to his favorite place. There was a small river surrounded by trees. Across the river, we saw a buffalo drinking water. It was serene.
"Wow. It's so beautiful and peaceful." The beauty of it all was breathtaking. I was a city boy who was suddenly having a deep appreciation for nature.
"It's my favorite place. I discovered it about two years ago. No one knows about it. It doesn't even have a name," he said.
"So, you get to name it, right," I asked. I was eager to hear what he would name it and happy for him as well. He deserved to give this place a name.
"Waiting for inspiration to hit me," he said. "Then I'll name it. It has to be perfect."
He got off the horse and helped me down. Then, he suddenly began to strip out of his clothing. He tossed his shirt on my head.
"What are you doing," I asked as I quickly turned my back toward him. I took the moment to sniff his shirt. It smelled like honey, musk, and spice. A perfect combination that would forever be stuck with me.
"I'm going for a swim. Don't be a prude," he screamed from afar.
I turned and caught a glimpse of his smooth backside just as he dived into the river. I looked at the horse, Cairo. She nodded her head as if she were telling me to join him in the river.
"Of course you want me to follow him," I told her. She turned her head from me.
"Come on in. The water's great," he shouted.
I kicked off my shoes and ran and jumped in. I wasn't thinking. Had I been thinking, I would have avoided the water all the way around. Instead, I jumped in fully clothed.
