!!Warning this story contains incestuous relationships if that's not your thing move on!!
Corey walked off of the greyhound bus, the sun high and bright in sky. He walked around to the front of the seven eleven and sat down on the curb with his blue duffle bag. The whole parking lot was empty save for one car fueling and a pickup truck parked in front of the convenient store. The pickup truck was a nice grey GMC. He sat there thinking of what to do next. He looked down at his phone the time was six forty. If he was still home he would have just started to wake up and get ready for work.
He didn't miss it though, he had warned his mom for the last time if she chose that man over him he was gonna leave and he made good on his promise. His step father Mark had come home drunk and angry like usual, but this time Corey was tired and fed up. Most times he'd keep quiet while he went for his mom sometimes he'd turn on Corey every now and then. After his mother had found the gay mags while cleaning out his room day their relationship had never been the same it was an unspoken thing between them. His step father on the other hand hated him even more for it than before.
That night he stood up for himself when his step father started on him with his torments. His father laid a big one on him. His mother blamed him for it the day after saying he should never have provoked his step father. After that he gathered what little he had and bought a bus ticket. He let out a heavy sigh "Damn what now." he mumbled under his breath running his hair through his short curly hair.
"Hey man, you good?" He looked up to see a guy with messy straight jet black hair and a beard with deep green eyes looking down on him worriedly. The man was somewhat over 6'3 and had a slim muscular build, he had to have only been a few years older than Corey twenty three or four maybe. He had warm yet gruff voice with an accent that was unmistakably Texan.
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Preston walked out of the seven eleven with a cup of coffee and a breakfast burrito. His father had sent him into town early to run to the feed store to pick up some supplies. He liked these errands where he could be alone and grab himself some snacks and booze. He opened the seven eleven doors and started walking out to his GMC when he saw a kid sitting on the curb by the entrance looking disheveled. He approached him.
When he got closer he saw the young man had curly dirty blond hair which he wore a baseball cap over. He had deep blue eyes, a strong clean jaw line and pouty lips which gave him a boyish appearance. The kid seemed only a few years younger than Preston probably eighteen or nineteen. He was downright adorable and something about the worried look on his face tugged at Preston's heart strings.
"Hey man, you good?" Preston asked looking down at the young kid. His blue eyes stared back up at Preston in surprise. The closer look he got the more he realized how beautiful the young man in front of him was.
"Actually not really" he said looking back down.
"I kinda ran away from home." He gave a nervous laugh "I didn't think it through though." Damn thought Preston this kids like a lost pup, a pup without a home. He sat himself by the young man on the curb. He reached over his and gave the young man a big toothy grin.
"The names Preston, Preston Massey." He tried to make his voice as warm and welcoming as he could. The boy smiled and reached out his hand shaking Preston's hand. He gave a shy smile and blushed. Damn this boy was way too cute for his own good Preston thought. Exactly the kinda guys Preston loved.
"Mines Corey, Corey Marshall." He said sheepishly.
"Nice to meet ya bub, hey ya know my family owns a ranch. If you're looking for a place to stay maybe you and my old man can figure something out we're always looking for more helping hands." Corey's smile went from sheepish to beaming, showing all his pearly whites.
"Wow, really that sounds great. Thanks sir I'd appreciate that." With this Preston let out a warm playful laugh. Corey's smile became embarrassed and crooked, he blushed.
"Man I'm not that much older than ya, no need for the sir. Save that for the old man he loves that stuff." Preston said. He than rose to his feet and stretched, letting out a booming yawn. He looked down at Corey, his smile wide and gleeful.
"Well ya coming Corey?" He asked. Corey got to his feet, his duffle bag already draped over his shoulder. Preston was still looking down on Corey even with both of them standing right next to each other. The kid couldn't have been more than 5'8. Corey smiled.
"Yes si..." He stopped himself "Preston." He said correcting himself. Preston laughed this kid was gonna be the death of him, his dad was gonna think of him as some kid bringing home a lost puppy. Although his intentions to be completely honest weren't as innocent.
He could tell that Corey was attracted to him it wasn't hard to tell. He was the kinda young naive guy who unknowingly wore their heart on their selve, their cock too. Preston's mind was definitely running with impure thoughts. All that being said though it's not as if he didn't want to help Corey, even if there turned out to be nothing between them. Preston's father had always told him how his empathy and gentle nature were gifts and not to let the other boys make him feel ashamed about those things.
"Just throw you bag in the back seat." He said as he started off to the GMC, Corey in toe. He reached the driver's side door and unlocked the truck. Corey threw his duffle bag in the back seat and the two drove off.
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Preston was everything Corey liked in a guy, except usually these guys looked at Corey as a scrawny gay dork to torment. Not Preston though he was warm and inviting, he even intently listened to Corey when he spoke.
His voice along with that smile underneath that beard made his balls tighten and his cock harden. Now this hunky Texas gent was offering him a place to stay, as long as his father approved and he was capable of the job. Preston and Corey talked about all kinds of things on the drive to the ranch. Hunting, fishing, trucks. They were getting along great, as far as Corey could tell, Preston seemed to greatly enjoy his company.
He could never pick up on if another guy was interested in him or not he'd never been good at those types of situations. There were plenty of gay kids at his school and he got along with them well enough, but none of them were his type. Tall, muscular, country boys; Boys like him. Boys like Preston. He glanced over Preston physique as they drove.
Preston wore a plain grey v neck tee, baggy pants and a pair of brown leather cowboy boots. His arms were slim yet muscular as well as tanned from working in the sun. He had arm hair that was as jet black as the hair on his head, and spread throughout his forearm mostly. His beard was well groomed, full, and short. It smelt of beard oil which he most of put on a couple of hours ago after waking. His face similar to his arms was tan and complimented his bright green eyes.
Most guys like Preston didn't usually care about the way they looked but you could tell Preston did even when he was heading to a small gas station or do errands. Corey thought maybe it was definitely possible that Preston could be gay or maybe even bi curious. He'd steal glances at his crouch every now and then but his Jeans were too baggy to see any goods. "Before we go to the ranch I gotta stop by the feed store and pick up a few things that cool?"
"Yes sure, dude." Corey had definitely become more relaxed around Preston. He had become a warm welcoming presence in a short time, although Corey was definitely hoping for more than just that. At first Preston insisted on doing all the heavy lifting but Corey convinced him to let him help chip in. The two checked out and loaded up the GMC full of feed and went on their way.
The truck drove down several paved roads then some dirt ones. Until the truck stopped and turned in front of a fancy iron gate with a sign above it that read Massy ranch. Preston reached up and pressed a clicker on his sun visor. The gate opened and the truck drove down a long nice gravel driveway at the end of it stood a three story white ranch style home with a cobblestone face.
It had two balconies and a three car garage off to the side, where Preston parked theGMC. Beyond the home was a large barn, some corrals and a gated off pasture where tons of cattle roamed. There was also a trailer and a camper behind the home as well. Preston opened the front door and they entered a large main hall with a large stairway to the left.
"Hey pa!" Preston yelled out. It was quit for few brief seconds then.
"I'm in the foyer son, what I tell ya about yelling across the house boy." A voice much deeper and authoritative then Preston's responded yet still familiar and with the same strong Texan accent. Both boys headed to the adjacent room. A man sat on the couch watching a football game. He was a large man out stretched on the couch in only his underwear.
He was a great big older man. He was probably a few inches taller than Preston but much bulkier and muscular. He had the same jet back hair but in a buzz cut and rather than a full beard he had a thick mustache. His body was covered in thick salt and pepper body hair. He was barrel chested, had a bulky stomach, and large hands and feet. He smiled.
"How's my boy today?" He looked over with the same smile and looked Corey up and down. "Well who's this?" Corey blushed under the man's gaze. He could feel himself be looked over in a not so wholesome way.
The man rose up, he was a brick wall of a man. Corey's cock started to harden, fuck he thought this was a real man. The kind that toke no shit and ate barbed wire for breakfast. He stood frozen for a second or two before extending his hand. Nervously he responded. "My names Corey sir, Corey Marshall. I've come from out of town and I was wondering if you might have a position open for me?"
Once again the older gentleman looked Corey up and down but this time less subtly and more inquisitively. The man looked over at his son who gave a dopey smirk and small shrug like a boy asking his father something. He looked back over at Corey he shook his head a boisterous laugh ruptured from him. He walked over to Corey and wrapped his right arm around his shoulders guided him to the couch.
"Have a seat my boy, I'm Jim, Jim Massey." Corey sat down on the couch and Preston sat beside him, Jim sat on a recliner across from them.
"Well my boy seems to have taken a liking to you, you ever worked cattle boy?"
"No sir." answered Corey. "But I'm a fast learner and I'm in shape."
