First it was Rafe’s cock thrusting, with Jack holding, and then they’d trade motions and later trade again. The night before—me and Rafe. Gay sex “Oh, God, Rafe.” I couldn’t keep the pleading tone out of my voice. This was a dude ranch dedicated to just what Rafe and I were doing all noontime. And sexy. I was Rick Hunt. I couldn’t now at seeing him eleven years later, now in his mid-thirties. There were rumors about him floating in the greater Hunt family, but I wasn’t really “in” with the greater Hunt family—and I’m sure there were rumors inside the family about me too.“I don’t know what I’ll need. Banging away. They smiled at me and I smiled back. Holding me close, my pelvis raised to him, my torso streaming out on the sleeping bag, my arms stretched out, clutching at the earth—and anything I could. He was all power, and the family’s take on Aunt Sylvia’s relatively early demise was that he wore her out, but that she died smiling.
