"What the Hell!" Chase yelled as the tall, blonde, muscular form took him to the ground. "Rickett! God damn it! What are you doing?"

"What you like best." Rickett said placing his mouth over Chase's nipple.

"Rickett…Rickett…" Chase tried pushing Rickets body off of him, but they only rolled over and Rickett wrapped his legs around Chase's waist.

"Come on, Chase." Rickett said grinding with his hips into Chase's crotch. "There's nothing you like better than wrestling a wild animal to the ground."

Rickett ran his tongue over Chase's bare shoulder, up his neck, and over his chin.

"Not at this moment." Chase said.

Placing one hand on Rickett's shoulder and the other on his calf Chase broke free from Rickett and stood up.

"What's his name?" Rickett said.

Chase looked hard at Rickett. Knowing full well where the conversation was heading he replied flatly. "Jansen Cedars."

"Jansen Cedars." Rickett repeated airily. "How Dallas."

Chase walked into the bathroom.

Rickett got up from the floor and stood in the doorway. "So, he's the new hired…hand."

"You are really unbelievable." Chase said hanging his belt up on the towel rack.

"Am I?"

"Yes, Rickett you are. I hire on some new person to help out and you fly into some unfounded jealous fit."

"Unfounded--Ha!, you forget who your talking to, Chase. I know your history. I know how you operate, Chase. That's how you wound up with me. I saw you two walking into the bunkhouse together. You looked very comfortable with your new hand." Rickett stepped into the bathroom, moving closer to Chase. "And though you may have not stayed there long this time, I'll be watching to see how long you stay the next."

"Go right ahead. " Chase replied, coming nose to nose with Rickett. " 'Cuz there will be nothing to see."

A Piece of Jansen

Cin buzzed around the somewhat cramped kitchen putting away plates and pots; taking out flour and bacon for tomorrows breakfast, and lecturing Jansen on the finer points of the American made products.

"You really should buy American built. Those foreign jobs were made for nothing more than making yuppies look butch as they head to their desk jobs. They weren't made work heavy, only look pretty."

"Mine does all -right."

Cin tilted her head down and looked at Jansen with a furrowed brow. "If want to throw your money away. So, you finally arrive." She added as Chase finished descending the staircase. "Well, your too late now. It's all put away, as am I. So If you want anything you'll be getting' it yourself or going hungry. And don't leave your dirty dishes in the sink for me to find in the morning either."

"She's a pistol." Chase said as Cin disappeared into the basement. "I gave Drake a call. He's our mechanic. He just going out to pick up your truck now and will be looking at it tomorrow."

Chase poked the leftover steak in the refrigerator with his fingers. "Not too cold." He slapped a slab on his plate, along with some potatoes, which he loaded up with ketchup. After taking a seat he looked at Jansen and said, "So, tell me a bit about yourself."

"Well, there's not a whole lot. I'm 22, from Kentucky. I've been to College; studied--"

"No, " Chase interrupted putting a hand on Jansen's arm. "Tell me about yourself."

"Myself?" Jansen said trying to read Chases face for an answer.

"Ya, your hopes, dreams, why you're here."

"The answer to life?"

"No, just the answer to your life."

"Well…" Jansen began biting his lip. "I've always this desire to come to Texas. I can't really explain it, but just the thought of wide open spaces stretching out underneath a cloud dotted sky, working the land and making something from it does something for me. It makes me feel alive.

"I used to watch Discovery Channel when I was in high school and every once in a while they'd have some show on farming. I remember seeing this wheat harvester in one of them, and I found myself thinking how exciting it would be to do that day in day out, and how great it would be to be driving it.

"I went to school for agricultural studies, and when I got out most of what I was offered were desk jobs. And I didn't want to be tied to a desk. I wanted to be tied to the land. I wanted to work with my hands on something more than a computer keyboard. I wanted to work with my hands on life. So, when I saw your ad for farm hands I jumped at the chance to start down the road to my dream."

"To own your own land some day."

"Yes," Jansen replied with enthusiasm. "I want it all; crops, livestock and land--life; my dream, and this is my way of being alive and not just living."

Chase smiled at Jansen nodding his head in agreement. Then, his face changed to a more inquisitive expression. "Are you gay?"

Jansen was taken aback by the question. He looked at Chase with wide eyes, then looked down. He tried to speak, but all that came out of his mouth was a stream of monosyllabic stammerings. "Well…I…Some--…Its--"

"Undecided?" Chase said.

Jansen looked up at him.

"When you're just starting to explore yourself it can be very confusing, especially if you haven't had the opportunity for experience. It's hard to dissect a side of yourself when you don't even have a way to examine it.

"There were never very many gay bars where I grew up. Not until I moved to Houston. It was the best thing I ever did; getting away from my small town and my home to experience 'big city life'.

"Now, you don't have to move anywhere. Not even out of your own room. Just hop on the Internet and you kind find any sort of experience you want, but then you always find those people who 'don't want to be tied to a keyboard.'"

Chase winked at Jansen and Jansen half-smiled.

"No, I think it's far better to have tangible experiences with people." Chase put his hand on Jansen's shoulder and looked right into his eyes. "People who you can depend on and rely on to be there as you go through your experience."

Jansen smiled, looked down and looked up again. He moved his face closer to Chase, tilting his head. Chase put his head down and away from Jansen. "You're very cute." He said.

bringing his head up, he continued. "And there was a time when I would have been very excited to give you some experience. Probably right here on this kitchen table, but not now."

Jansen looked down. Chase took Jansen's chin in his hand and held his face up. "But, you can rely on me to be here for you during your mental and emotional experiences, if not your physical ones."

Chase kissed Jansen lightly on the lips, and Jansen smiled.

The back door to the kitchen opened and in walked Drake James, a beefy, bearded guy who's body had been well defined from years of working with heavy equipment.

Jansen eyes almost hit the floor, and Chase noticed.

"Jansen Cedars this is Drake James. Our ranch handyman when it comes to equipment. If it used to run, but doesn't anymore, Drake will get it running again. He's truly amazing."

Jansen looked at Chase and nodded.

"Hi, nice to meet you." Drake said extending a massive hand.

"Likewise." Jansen replied after a moments hesitation.

Jansen's hand lingered in Drake's firm grip. He looked Drake over quickly, wanting not to be obvious, the bulge of his bicep from holding Jansen's hand and fan of dark brown chest hair that was visible due to Drake's unbuttoned shirt excited him. He felt himself grow hard as flashes of physical thoughts went though his mind.

"I'm going to bring your truck over to the shed right now, and take quick look at it. So, why don't you come by tomorrow morning and see if I have any answers for you."

"Will do." Jansen replied.

"Great."

"Hello and Goodbye to you." Drake said to Chase giving him a quick kiss. "I'll see you in the morning, Jansen."

"Yup."

As Drake walked out of the house Chase leaned over to Jansen and said. "He's someone else who love to work with his hands."

The Work Barn

Drake rose up from his work on the truck’s engine, and wiped his brow with a rag. Turning to Jansen, he said, "Hey. You can come in you know."

Jansen walked toward Drake.

"How's your day?" Drake asked.

"Good." Jansen replied.

"Done any work yet?"

"No, I start officially tomorrow. Right now I'm trying to get a feel."

"Ah," Drake said smiling, showing off perfectly chiseled teeth. "Well, I've been doing a lot of work on this baby here. What's her name by the way?"

"Her name?"

"Ya."

"Doesn't really have one."

"Really, every vehicle should have a name. See to me vehicles aren't just metal and parts, they're hearts and souls, too. And like anything with a heart and a soul they need a name. Think about it."

Drake put his arm around Jansen shoulder and started to walk him over to the open hood of his truck.

"What's wrong with your baby's parts is they're burnt out. See here, your alternator and vacuum hose are all burnt up. Something started a fire in you engine and it burned your alternator out.

"My guess is that you may have an oil leak--your hoses seemed a little slick--, and either sparks from the alternator, the heat of the engine or a tossed out cigarette started it to burning."

Jansen nodded. He could hear what Drake was saying, but it didn't register. Jansen's was concentrating on the muscular arm that was draped over his shoulder. He wanted to be held tightly by that arm, wanted the hand that was attached to it to feel it's way over his body. Wanted to feel his own way over Drake's body.

"So, I'll have to go into town, order a new alternator, and hose for it, and check out the seals to see if I can find if there's an oil leak."

Jansen nodded again and turned to Drake.

Without hesitating Drake moved his hand to the back of Jansen's head, pulled his face toward him and kissed him, hard.

Jansen's body tensed up with surprise at Drake's move, but relaxed as Drake wrapped his other arm around Jansen's waist.

Pulling apart, Drake said, "I've thought about that since last night."

"I've thought about a lot more." Jansen replied.

They kissed again.

Shots of electricity ran though Jansen's as he felt the tensing and relaxing of Drake's hard body muscles at contact points all over his own body. He wrapped his arms around Drake's body and jerked him closer.

Drake ran his beard and tongue over Jansen's face, chin and neck. He took his hand and thrust into the front of Jansen's jeans. He took hold of Jansen's rock hard cock and began stroking it powerfully.

Jansen shuddered and let out a gasp of breath. He held Drake's face for a moment and then kissed him, letting Drake's tongue explore deeply into his mouth.

After a few moments of intense kissing, Drake took Jansen's hands and ran them over his stomach, chest and shoulders. Resting them on the collar of Drake's T-shirt, he curled Jansen's hands and with one swift movement the sound of ripping cotton filled the air leaving a good portion of Drake's chest exposed.

"I use them as hand rags." Drake replied to the shocked look on Jansen's face.

Jansen's leaned down and began kissing in the center of Drake's chest. Excitement pulsed thought him as his lips and tongue worked over the dark hair until they reached Drake's pink nipple. Jansen sucked it with passion, pulling at the material of the T-shirt until it was fully torn down to the waist.

Drake slipped the T-shirt off his shoulders and Jansen ran his tongue up the line of dark brown hair which ran from Drakes navel speeding out over the upper portion of his chest.

Jansen rose up expecting another kiss, but Drake dropped to his knees and immediately buried his face in Jansen's crotch.

Working the buckle and zipper loose, Drake yanked down Jansen's jeans and boxers, and began sucking with fury as he worked up his own crotch with his left hand.

Jansen moaned with pleasure as Drake's tongue made it's way up and down the shaft, exploring the balls, he gasped as Drake hungrily nibbled at his head.

Drake stood up ran his hands over Jansen's back, butt and down to his thighs.

They kissed again, and in a moment Jansen felt himself being pushed backwards, then coming to an abrupt stop.

Drake pulled away.

Jansen looked behind him. They were up against the workbench.

With a swipe of his arm, Drake complete cleared the workbench. Sockets, wrenches, pliers, nuts and bolts all clattered to the cement floor.

Drake picked Jansen up and sat him on the worktable.

Kissing again, Jansen's yanked Drakes belt undone.

Drake reached over into a draw and pulled out a condom. "Never work on an engine without the proper tools."

Moments later Jansen was lying on his back with his legs wrapped around Drakes waist lost in the pleasure of feeling this hairy, strong, sweat covered man deep inside him.

"Harder, harder." Jansen begged.

Drake drew back and thrust forward again, again and again, faster, harder and deeper.

"Yes! Yes! Ooo, I'm lovin' it." Jansen said grabbing the end of the workbench to brace himself against Drakes powerful thrusts.

Drake drove deep into Jansen. Feeling the tingle of Jansen's muscles clamp down around his shaft, Drake rotated his hips adding to the pleasure.

"Ohhh! Work my ass over, Drake!" Jansen yelled.

Rising up Jansen ran his tongue wildly over Drakes sweat matted chest hair.

Drake grabbed Jansen face hard, stuck out his tongue teasing him before driving it down into his throat. A low growl came from Drake.

"God Damn! I wanted this so bad from last night." Jansen said.

"Ya, you like me inside you."

"I love it!" Jansen shouted.

Drake pumped faster.

"More, more! Drill this Kentucky boy's ass! Drill it deep and hard!"

Drakes thrusts came faster and harder. He bent down and licked Jansen's smooth sweaty body, engulfing the left nipple in his mouth.

Jansen let out a cry as he felt Drakes teeth bit down.

"Sorry." Drake said. Rising up he grabbed Jansen's cock firmly in his hand and be began to stroke vigorously while working his own in and out of Jansen's body with increasing rapid thrusts.

Jansen could feel himself come closer to climax with each stroke of Drake's manly hand. He gasped again and again in between long moans. Suddenly, he felt a warm rush happening inside body, and he released himself in a hot explosive spay that covered both Drake's and his own chest.

Bullmasters

'Chase was right.' he thought, 'Drake is good with his hands.' But issues about being gay still lingered in Jansen's mind.

In the background a local singer crooned out Vince Gill and Randy Travis tunes. Jansen let the sound of the music wash over his current thoughts.

"Have another?" a voice broke in.

Jansen turned to face Dixie, a short red-headed woman who was tending bar.

"Sure." Jansen said turing back to the singer.

"I'm Dixie. Owner of this fine establishment."

"Jansen, hired hand at Capitol Star Ranch."

Dixie smilled. "So, you're the new guy. How you like over there?"

"It's all right."

"Just all right?" Dixie said leaning on the bar.

Jansen could tell that she was on a fishing exepition. It was obvious she was very familiar with the Ranch and its hands. Chase had mentioned that this was the place where most of his hands and the town hung out. A place to get some good music, good whiskey, and good gossip. Was that what Dixie was looking for now?

"Jansen Cedars!" A wild turkey coated voice boomed out behind him. A hand slapped him on the back hard. "It's good to see you in the flesh. I'm Rickett Maxell. How 'bout another round for me and Jansen here, Dixie?"

"How 'bout you had enough all ready?"

"Aw, don't be like that. I just want to welcome our new hand to Capitol Star." Rickett put his arm around Jansen's shoulder and hugged it with a bear like grip. "Let him know what kind of rules and regulations we got over there." Rickett looked right at Jansen. "Let him know who not to mess with."

"Don't start trouble, Rickett." Dixie said.

"Well, once he get's the rules into his head there'll be no trouble to be had."

A sharp crack broke through the Bullmasters as a pool cue slapped down on the bar between Jansen and Rickett.

"Trouble here, Dixie?"

Jansen looked up to find the singer attached to the pool cue. His eyes were a soft brown, and his skin was young and boyish, but the expression on his face was hard, changing Rickett's demeanor immediately from caviler to coward.

"There ain't no trouble here, Dwayne." Rickett said.

"You sure about that?" Dwayne added.

‘Why is Rickett so scared?’ Jansen glanced at Dwayne. He wasn't much bigger than Rickett, and his body didn't look like it was that powerful.

"I'm sure."

Dwayne looked to Dixie and she shook her head slightly.

"Well, I'm gonna get goin'." Rickett said, standing up immediately. He turned and heading toward the door with rapid steps that were almost jogging.

"Thanks." Dixie said.

Dwayne looked at Jansen, nodded and walked back to the stage.

"If you want to know who not to mess with, it's Rickett Maxell." Dixie said.

"What happened between them?"

"Dwayne and Rickett." Dixie pulled out a rag from her apron and started to wipe down the bar. "Let's just say Dwayne is able to put the fear of God into him. And I, for one, am thankful."

"But he seemed so scared of him. Like they had--"

Dixie stopped wiping and looked at Jansen. "Let me offer you some advice.

"There are a lot of bad characters in this town. Some good ones, too." She nodded toward Dwayne. "Sometimes it's easy to tell who's who, but not always.

She leaned in close to Jansen. "You watch you're back in this town young fella. Not everyone is a what they seem on the outside, and sexuality isn't the only secret in their closet."

Scenes from the next Lone Start Tomorrows

The clerk turned around and Jansen found himself staring into the same young, boyish face that he had met the night previous at bullmasters.

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