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🕑 Added 2019-10-23 00:57:23 +0000 UTC“Hello, Mr. Redding?” Travis took a few steps closer to the man taking care of his horse. He stood on the other side of the fence and did his best not to lean too onto it. There was no reason to get his suit all dirty. Honestly he hated doing jobs like this. He hated how his boss would force him to come all the way out to the country and then talk to guys like this. Just because he’d grown up in a smaller town didn’t mean he related to these types of guys any more than anyone else at the office.
“That it is,” the big guy didn’t bother turning around to meet Travis’ eyes. He kept his calm demeanor and hand steady as he continued to brush the big horse in front of him. “Might I ask, who’s askin?”
Travis blew a bit more air out of his nose. He hated guys like this. It’s the main reason he wanted to leave the country so badly. He always felt a bit of a rudeness from them. “Miller and Miller company. I’m here as a representative to see if you’d be willing to sell your land. We’re still offering—“
“I’ma just stop ya right there bucko. See I’d already talked ta two of ya before and I’ma tell ya the same. I ain’t interested in sellin. Got it?”
“But—“
“Ain’t no buts about it,” Mr. Redding turned around. He sized up Travis; then gave a light grunt. “You don’t look like yer much of a city folk.”
The other man was obviously commenting on his more burly and rugged nature. It didn’t matter that Travis had grown up on a farm, he’d moved past that in his life. He never liked waking up early in the morning to milk the cows or being several miles away from anything. He looked the other man in the eyes. “I don’t think that has much to do with anything.”
“Guess not,” Mr. Redding shrugged his heavy shoulders. The plaid untucked shirt rose out of his jeans and covered his belt buckle. He moved closer to the fence leaning his arms against it. His boot kicked up onto the lower rung. “So how’s Todd and Jeffry doing?”
“Good?” Travis was a bit surprised that he’d remembered who’d come out to talk to him earlier. “They’re supposed to be getting married soon.”
“Is that so!” Mr. Redding smiled. “I figured I’d helped some. Didn’t know I did that much. Todd had been so passive when he was here, I was worried that he wasn’t ever going to settle down.”
‘Passive?’ Travis was shocked at the thought of someone like Todd ever being passive. Everyone in the office knew his feelings towards Jeffry. He made it painfully clear. Though the only sexual harassment claims came from some of the other coworkers getting too uncomfortable with how close he’d been getting to the other guy. He’d back down only a little bit. But that same energy ran through almost every business deal he ever did. His confidence alone usually sold a product. That’s why it was so odd that he couldn’t convince Mr. Redding.
“When he came here, he was so scared to talk back to Jeffry. It was kind of funny. Even going so far to tell him to back down. I liked the kid. Tried to stay polite the entire time.”
“Mr. Redding,” Travis tried to take control of the conversation again. He wasn’t sure what he was talking about but figured he must have just gotten Todd and Jeffrey’s names mixed up. “I’m not here to talk about them. I’m here to talk about your farm. It’s prime real estate. We’re offering you a good deal. Please. Consider it.”
“Hmmm… You really don’t get that I don’t give a shit about that offer. I jus like working out here with my hands. And wit a body like yers I’d think you’d like ta too,” Mr. Redding gave him a smile.
Travis suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable. The comment sounded more than just some complement. With the added smile and almost glint in his eyes, he could tell that Mr. Redding was checking him out. Travis regained his composure. “Nah, never been too interested in that.”
“Really?” Mr. Redding was shocked. “With a body like that, I’da figured ya would love ta use it more.”
Again the comment was laced with some kind of sexual energy. Even Mr. Redding’s hand came up and gave him a nice squeeze in the arm. It’s not like Travis wasn’t known for being out of shape. He did go to the gym fairly often to maintain a healthy physique. “I prefer working in an office.”
“Shame…” Mr. Redding shook his head. “Didn’t take ya fur someone who liked takin orders all the time. Really thought you might like working wit me. Then again maybe I can convince ya with some otha benefits.”
“Sir?” Travis took a step back when he saw how he raised his eyebrows. The implication was obvious. “I don’t think…”
“Not often do ya?” Mr. Redding laughed. “See I can see it in ya eyes. Always need someone else ta tell ya what ta do. But…” he hopped the fence and landed right next to Travis. “Maybe I can help wit dat,” His arm wrapped around the other man’s shoulders.
Travis felt like he should want to pull away, but he was more distracted by Mr. Redding’s body. For some reason he was thinking they were closer in height, but right now he had to tilt his head back ever so slightly to look the other man in the eyes. Not to mention just how well he fit into the space under his arm. The confusion made him pause. “Hey!” he realized the insult. “I do not!”
“Really?” Mr. Redding overacted in his surprise. There was almost a youthfulness returning to them. The gruff older cowboy seemed to be getting a bit more brown in his hair. He lifted his hat up, almost showing it all off. “Coulda fooled me.” He shrugged his wide shoulders and started walking back towards the barn.
It was hard to look away from his confident steps as the jeans he wore clung tightly to his ass. The two thick globes were perfectly sculpted to fit perfectly in there. All the way down to his boots, he could see the thick country muscle inside them. He wondered what it looked like underneath. Was he hairy? Bare? Just a little bit? And what about in front? Did he keep himself well groomed? And how big?
“I do not!” Travis shook his mind of the impure thoughts out of his head. He couldn’t believe how much he was thinking about the other guy’s naked body. ‘What’s wrong with me..?’ he looked down at his own hands feeling like something was different about them. Even in his suit, it didn’t quite fit him right. Like there was more room for him to move around in. That it’d somehow been tailored for someone more like Mr. Redding’s size. ‘But I am his size..?’
Mr. Redding cut the thought short. “Then follow me,” he looked over his shoulder with a devious smile. There was so much condescension in it. If Travis followed that meant that he only ever listened to other people. If he didn’t then he’d be in trouble at work.
Travis grit his teeth. An uncomfortable sound came out of him as he knew he wanted to follow the order. “I’m not doing it because you told me to!” he announced.
“Ok,” Mr. Redding smiled over his shoulder.
“Damn it…” Travis jogged trying to keep up with the other man’s confident stride. Mr. Redding had already turned a corner and was out of sight. But with each footstep it seemed like Travis was making a little bit less of a stride each time. That his legs weren’t taking him as far as they had. It didn’t help that the sleeves of his shirt were dangling over his hands or how his pants were scraping against the dirt. He tried his best to ignore it.
When he rounded the same corner that Mr. Redding had he leaned against the wall to catch his breath. “Mr. Redding. Sir,” he panted. With a great effort he looked towards the other man. Breathing was no longer an issue as he stared at the man in front of him. At some point Mr. Redding had removed his plaid shirt, only letting his stained sleeveless white beater left. ‘He doesn’t shave…’ Travis’ eyes went wide as he was locked onto the muscular chest in front of him. The deep cut between the other man’s pecs drew his attention. Hair covered both, but it wasn’t too excessive. Enough to run his finger through but not too much to make him want to itch.
“Is something the matter?” there was a strut in Mr. Redding’s walk as he cross the distance between them. Travis stared in awe. He couldn’t get how tall the other man looked. Why did he think they were the same height? He was clearly 6’1” maybe 6’2” and Travis barely came up to his shoulders. A hand went over Travis’ shoulder and Mr. Redding leaned his weight closer. Their faces were merely inches apart now.
With great effort, Travis swallowed. “No sir,” he was nervous. Not from danger but something else. He could almost feel Mr. Redding’s warm breath against his face.
“Good,” he smiled. “You know those other boys your boss sent annoyed the shit out of me. But I jus can’t be annoyed wit chya. I don’t know what it is… but that ena-gy ya puttin off… Damn. I haven’t felt this good in years. I feel a good 20 years younger. I thought you’da want ta work on the farm wit me. But ya know I could always use a desk clerk too.”
“Sir?” Travis asked again. He wasn’t sure what Mr. Redding was talking about. He felt a stutter coming on as the other man was still only a few inches away from his face. “I told you I have a job.”
“Eh?” Mr. Redding’s smile only broadened. “Trust me kid, no matter what benefits they given ya, I’ve got one they don’t ‘ave.”
“Sir? What’s that?”
The question was all he needed as Mr. Redding plunged his face into the other man’s. His hairy face scratched against the other man’s smooth skin. He kept one hand firmly planted against the wall and the other digging up under Travis’ shirt. His hips naturally moved to keep pace with the smaller man. Slow enough to ease him on but fast enough to keep him interested.
Travis’ mind was going wild with the imagination. His hands had found themselves planted firmly on Mr. Redding’s ass but didn’t move a bit. His mind was going wild. It was like every fantasy he’d ever had was rolled into one. He’d always wanted to be the bottom. But for some reason he always thought of himself as though he was as big as someone like Mr. Redding. Feeling the farmer’s strong build and musculature lightly press against his much smaller frame was too much. Just this sensation was enough to make him lose himself. His mind drifted further and further back. His hips sways back and forth trying to keep the rhythm.
It took everything Travis had to keep going. He tried focusing so hard on the kiss. Holding onto the sensation. He was rapidly losing. If he focused too much the sensual nature disappeared but he couldn’t hold on anymore. His hips bucked and he could feel the mess growing in his pants. With several thrusts he finally came back down from the high. His eyes were still fogged over with the euphoria.
“Pretty good benefit right?” Mr. Redding smiled.
