Chapter 11


    If the night before Ben had not been capable of sleeping, this night was absolutely impossible. Every waking second he fantasized about those hot lips brushing over his own. The taste of Tom’s mouth when his tongue had explored it and the feeling of those roaming hands on his body. It felt so liberating, so real. Never before in his life had a simple make-out session ever been this stimulating. Fuck, he had been so hard that it felt like his dick should have busted through the cloth itself. In any cartoon it probably would have.


    Chuckling to himself, Ben lay awake for the rest of the night, one arm under his head, the other resting on his chest. It had felt so glorious that he wanted more. A lot more. He wanted to feel Tom’s skin on his own, wanted to plunge himself into the other man. Why the fuck had Tom retreated? The sudden lack of caresses and the sudden lack of Tom-ness was so horrible that it felt like a part of his chest had been hollowed out. Like it had left with Tom.


    He had to see him again. As soon as possible. Waiting till the evening was absolutely out of question. He wanted him now. Right now!


    Jerking out of bed, Ben stumbled around the room until he had found a pair of jeans, a t-shirt and sturdy boots. Quickly he drew his hand through his hair and hesitated in front of the mirror. His hand roamed over the reddish stubble that shadowed his face. Should he shave? Probably. His eyes wandered out of the window where the sky was still dark, then to the alarm clock which showed 06:00 in the morning. It was way too early.If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.


    Sighing Ben shaved himself slowly and purposefully just for the sake of wasting some time. If he appeared there at six in the morning he would probably look like a creep. So after the shave he undressed again, stepped into the shower, brushed his teeth and redressed, thinking that it was probably late enough for a visit now.


    06:30


    Groaning he traced his fingers through his hair and shook his head. He needed something to do. Now. Grabbing a hand full of condoms from his night stand he gingerly went down the stairs into the kitchen. Skipping breakfast was a habit that he had developed somewhere in his business days several years ago. So he only grabbed some carrots for the horses and then proceeded to take care of them.


    Like Tom had said, Lion’s Tooth the gelding did make quite a fuss when he was finally allowed contact with Fluffy again. With a flurry of motions he mounted her, apparently not knowing that it had absolutely no effect on her. But judging from his intensely bucking hips he seemed not do be concerned by minor details such as a lack of balls. Sighing Ben started to muck out the stables and feed the horses as best as he could before checking the clock again. 07:15


    Fuck it. Throwing the shovel into a corner he grabbed his mobile phone and started wandering over to the neighboring Black Stallion Breeding Center.


    Within minutes he wished that he had any kind of vehicle he could drive past the vast lands of meadows filled with grazing horses in small groups. But since he did not dare operate his car with his broken toe and had no other vehicle to cover the distance all he could do was walk.


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    Special Thanks to:


    Mayfryn who made the first pledge on 27. April 2018


    Brandon who made the first pledge on 30. April 2018