Free Twisted by Jake Mactire Page A

asked me.
    “It sure is. Mike, Smitty, and me are all cowboys, and Maria grew up on a ranch and is pretty comfortable on a horse. It just fit.” Mike nudged me.
    We began to sing “Christmas for Cowboys” together. The Christmas tree was still up, so it was appropriate. Everyone clapped. The rest of the conversation was pleasant. No one mentioned Mike’s father again except for Mike, when they were about to hang up.
    “I’ll tell him he can come for New Year’s Eve, but I don’t want him tryin’ to be all buddy-buddy with me.”
    “That’s good of you to do that, Mike,” Madeline answered.
    They ended the call, and Mike and I headed upstairs. When we got to our room, I closed the door and grabbed Mike by the collar. I pulled him in to me for a kiss. After a forceful minute where I kissed him roughly, I broke the kiss and shook his collar a bit.
    “Shuck ’em, cowboy!” He understood I was tellin’ him to strip. While he was doin’ that, I lit some votive candles and got out a bottle of lavender and rosemary oil. I stripped down and joined him on the bed. We kissed again, slowly and tenderly this time, our tongues dancing in each other’s mouths. The flickering candlelight shone off his red-gold beard. I could smell a pine scent from the candles and the familiar clean and musky smell of Mike. I pushed him down on the bed gently.
    “Lie on your belly, buddy.” He did, and wiggled his ass at me. I had other ideas first though. I straddled his hips, my balls settling into the soft furry valley of his ass. He moaned at the contact. I reached over, opened the bottle of oil, and let some dribble onto my hands, warming it. I leaned forward and put my hands on his shoulders. I softly spread the oil and then began to slowly but vigorously knead the muscles in his shoulders and upper back.
    “You’re all tensed up. Your Jeffy’s gonna get you loose and relaxed. Just enjoy, buddy.”
    “This is nice, Jeffy. Your massagin’ my shoulders feels great.” I began to push with the heel of one hand into his upper back and massaged the back of his neck with the other hand.
    “It’s been a tough, stressful couple of days for ya, and I’m gonna make you relax. Feels good, don’t it? Me touchin’ you, rubbin’ you?”
    “Where’d you learn to massage like this?”
    “I used to get massages in San Francisco, and I just remember what felt good.” I squirted some oil on his back and moved down, massaging his laterals and lower back. He was sighing in pleasure as I worked the knots and kinks outta his back. I could feel him relaxing under my touch. I ran the heels of my hands up and down the V-shape of his back. Mike has broad shoulders and a well defined chest and lateral muscles and a skinny little waist.
    “Mike, buddy, you are such a beautiful man. I love lookin’ at you, and touchin’ you like this is really nice.” I was rock hard now, and I assumed Mike was too, but the moment wasn’t really sexual. It was more sensual, both of us reveling in the sense of touch and the feel of massaging and being massaged. The clean sweat smell of Mike, the scent of the pine candles, and the rosemary and lavender in the oil contributed to the sensuality of the moment, as did the candlelight. I moved down and began massaging his ass. He had this beautiful red-tinged-gold fur over both cheeks. His ass was rock hard. As I touched it, he whimpered.
    “You got the sweetest ass, buddy. Nice and furry, and so hard. I could bounce a quarter off of your ass. Feels nice bein’ massaged like this, don’t it?” He spread his legs a little bit. I continued to knead his ass until he was really relaxed and moved down to his legs. When I began rubbing his hamstrings, he was softly murmuring.
    “That’s good, Jeffy. I’m tight there from all the skiin’. What you’re doin’ is incredible.”
    “I’m just takin’ care of ya, buddy, makin’ you feel good.”
    “’Ssss good, Jeffy, real good.” He sighed again, a relaxed,