This is my first story. Based off a wet dream I had. I hope you enjoy!
Jesse was a cowboy in every sense of the word. He could ride a horse and lasso a bull better than men twice his age. He was in his mid 20s, tall and muscular, with thick curly hair, dirty blond in color that was long enough to cover his ears but he kept trimmed above his broad shoulders.
He rode into town on his horse, with everything he owned tucked in a few cloth bags. He smiled and nodded at every passerby, hoping a friendly stranger might let him stay the night.
One stranger caught his eye. It was another young man probably about the same age, not quite as tall and with short dark hair. He couldn't take his eyes off this stranger and he didn't know why. He was drawn in by a sense of familiarity, the young man had a kind and gentle, almost beautiful face. Not that Jesse would ever use those words to describe another man.
"Can I help you with somethin?"
"Oh, I uh, sorry, didn't mean to stare" Jesse stammered "I'm just tired, had a long day"
"No worries" The stranger stuck out his hand "I'm Blake. You're not from around here are ya?"
"Pleasure to meet you, I'm Jesse, and no I'm not. I'm just passing through. Say, do you know any place I could stay the night? I don't have much money but I don't need anything fancy. It's just nice to have a roof over my head at night, not that the stars aren't beautiful."
Blake smirked and nodded "as a matter of fact yes. I work in the stables of a wealthy family just outside of town. They're kind people and would let you stay a night or two"
The two young men chatted more while going about the town and purchasing some supplies. Once finished, Jesse followed Blake outside of town and to the estate. It was a large beautiful house, surrounded by many barnes and rolling fields where cows and horses roamed.
Blake opened a gate and let Jesse's horse in, the two then went up to the house to introduce Jesse to the land owners.
"Who do we have here Blake?" A middle aged woman called out. She was dressed in fancy clothing that you could tell was expensive just by looking at. You might imagine her walking the streets of Paris or London, not some farm with mud and animals.
"This is Jesse. He's just passing through and needs a place to stay the night" Blake said as the two of them approached the front porch where the woman was sitting.
"Hello Ma'am, I'm Jesse, pleasure to meet you. I would appreciate it if you'd be so kind as to let me stay the night, if that's alright with yourself and the man of the house"
"Yes thats fine" the woman waived her hand out. "You can sleep in the barn, that's where Blake sleeps so you can sleep with him"
The two young men awkwardly looked at each other sideways.
"And you may call me Mrs. Jones" she said, eyeing Jesse up and down.
The young man was glistening with sweat from the hot day. She noticed how tight his shirt was around his muscles leaving nothing to the imagination, and how the buttons strained like they would pop open every time his chest expanded with a breath in. She was a lonely housewife, and always looking for a new boy toy.
"Mr. Jones is away for the day but I know he also wouldn't mind you staying. As a matter of fact since he's gone I could use help moving something heavy. Could you assist me inside the house Jesse?" She said standing up and motioning inside