Continued Part 2
The morning sun streamed through the windows of the ranch house, bathing the room in soft, golden light. Chad woke slowly, the unfamiliar comfort of his surroundings making him pause. Then it all came flooding back: the sprawling ranch, the easy laughter of the night before, and Bricker.
Chad turned his head and saw him still asleep, his face relaxed, his dark hair slightly tousled from sleep. Even now, Bricker was striking—masculine and effortlessly handsome, not in a rugged cowboy sense but with the polished confidence of a man who took care of himself and his world. His clean-shaven jawline from the night before was now dusted with stubble, giving him an even more compelling air. Chad's pulse quickened an odd mix of nerves and something deeper that he didn’t want to name just yet.
Not wanting to disturb him, Chad slipped out of bed and made his way to the kitchen. The space felt like the heart of the home—functional but welcoming, with natural wood finishes and polished countertops that gleamed in the morning light. Chad busied himself, grounding the restless energy coursing through him. He opened the fridge and cupboards, smiling as he found everything he needed to pull together breakfast: eggs, bacon, fresh vegetables, and a loaf of homemade bread.
As the coffee brewed, its aroma filling the room, Chad cracked eggs into a bowl, whisking them with precision. He chopped vegetables and set bacon sizzling in a cast-iron skillet. The rhythmic motions calmed him, though every now and then his mind wandered back to Bricker, asleep just down the hall. There was something about him—his unpretentious warmth, his easy smile, the way he looked at Chad like he mattered. It made his chest tighten in a way that both thrilled and terrified him.
Chad had just plated the food when he heard footsteps behind him. He turned to find Bricker standing in the doorway, his presence filling the room. His hair was still slightly mussed, and he wore a fitted T-shirt and plaid pajama pants that hung just right. Chad’s breath caught for a moment. How could someone look this good, this effortlessly composed, first thing in the morning?
Bricker’s face lit up when he saw Chad at the stove. “Well, this is a sight,” he said, his voice rich and steady, with just the faintest trace of a drawl. “You didn’t have to do all this.”
Chad shrugged, trying to play it cool even as his heart raced. “Figured I’d pitch in. Coffee’s ready too.”
Bricker moved to pour himself a cup, his movements deliberate, like everything he did. He leaned against the counter, watching Chad with a quiet intensity that made his pulse skip. “You didn’t just pitch in—you made it feel like home. I appreciate that.”
Chad looked away, feeling a heat rise in his chest that had nothing to do with the stove. “It’s just breakfast,” he mumbled, but even he could hear the unconvincing note in his voice.
After they ate, Bricker set his coffee cup down with a soft clink and stood. “You’ve seen the inside,” he said, his tone light but his gaze steady. “Let me show you the rest.”
The tour began at the barn, where the horses greeted them with soft nickers and curious eyes. Bricker introduced each one, his voice warm and full of affection as he described their quirks. There was no bravado, no need to prove anything—just a man who clearly loved what he did. Chad found himself captivated, not just by the animals but by the easy confidence in Bricker’s every word and gesture.
From the barn, they walked to the pastures, where cattle grazed peacefully under the expansive blue sky. Bricker explained the work involved in managing the herd, his tone matter-of-fact but never dull. Chad could tell he wasn’t trying to impress—he was just sharing his life. That honesty, that quiet genuineness, struck Chad more deeply than he expected.
They followed a winding trail to a creek, its clear water bubbling over smooth stones. Bricker crouched down, picking up a flat rock and skipping it across the surface. “This is my favorite spot,” he said, glancing at Chad with a small smile. “Gets quiet out here, helps clear my head.”
Chad nodded, watching the ripples spread across the water. He wanted to say something, but the moment felt too fragile to break.
They continued on to a small lake surrounded by tall trees, its surface shimmering in the sunlight. A family of ducks glided across the water, their soft quacks blending with the rustling leaves. Chad stood on the shore, taking it all in. “It’s beautiful,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
Bricker turned to him, his expression serious but open. “It’s not just the land, you know. It’s what it gives back. You put in the work, you take care of it, and it takes care of you.”
Chad looked at him then, really looked, and felt his chest tighten again. Bricker wasn’t just a good man—he was someone who lived with intention, someone who gave without expecting anything in return. And for the first time in a long time, Chad felt like he wanted to be part of something bigger than himself.
By the time they made it back to the house, the sun was high in the sky, and Chad’s heart was full. Bricker leaned against the porch railing, looking out over the land. “So,” he said, his tone casual but his eyes sharp, “what do you think?”
Chad hesitated, feeling the weight of the moment. Finally, he met Bricker’s gaze and let himself speak the truth. “I think you’ve got something special here. And I think... you’re something special too.”
Bricker’s smile was slow and warm, and for a moment, Chad felt like the only person in the world. “Well,” Bricker said, his voice soft but steady, “you’re welcome to stick around. I think you’d fit in just fine.”
Chad swallowed hard, his heart racing again, but this time he didn’t try to push it away. Maybe, just maybe, he’d finally found a place—and a person—worth holding on to.
As Bricker went into his office, Chad noticed again what he had noticed the whole day. Bricker looks like he poured himself into his jeans and shirt. He could see the outline of Bricker’s cock. The jeans outlined the muscular ass and fell into Bricker’s crack. As he walked, his muscles flexed and released, and the jeans moved with him clinging as a second skin.
Chad felt his erect cock lying flat against his abdomen, oozing precum about 2.5 inches from his navel. He had never felt his ass get wet before, but it was moist. Chad had only had sex with his prom date. He wanted to go up to Bricker and tell him to take him. But Chad didn’t understand a lot. He was innocent and inexperienced. He didn’t know if Bricker felt the same way, and he didn’t want to risk losing his dream job.
Chad heard Bricker’s phone ring. He said we have to run to the barn. A cow was delivering early. When they got to the barn, it was obvious the cow was in distress. One of the workers said the calf was breech. Bricker took off his shirt, threw it on bail of hay, and washed his hands and arms in the bucket that had been filled with water. Bricker looked at the cow’s eyes. Chad looked to see what he could be seeing. Bricker told Chad to talk to the cow and calm her down. Chad didn’t know what the hell that meant, but he went to the cow, looked into her eyes, and said, we’re going to help you, and your baby will be fine.
Chad felt ridiculous and not helpful at all. Bricker placed his hands and arms into the cow and turned the calve around. Bricker tells him to keep talking to the cow. In a matter of time, there was a calf.
Everyone was relieved, and soon, the calf was up and walking. Bricker was a mess. But I saw the love in his eyes. Love that he loved what he was doing and knowing he made a difference. As Chad stood there comforting the mamma cow, he looked at Brinker. He was still breathing hard from all of the exertion. Chad watched his abs flex, and his broad chest still pumped from pulling the calf out.
Bricker said to Chad, “Let’s go get cleaned up and have some lunch. Bricker took off his boots and jeans, threw his jeans into the hamper in the laundry room, and headed to the shower. Chad hurriedly got undressed and did the same. Bricker had gotten the shower water ready for the both of them. Chad felt an anxiousness of the unexpected. Bricker asked if Chad was ready, and Chad nodded yes, no know what he was ready to do.
The warm water cascaded over them, muffling the sounds of the world outside. Chad stood frozen, his heart pounding so loudly he was sure Bricker could hear it. The steam swirled around them, making the space feel smaller, more intimate. Chad barely registered the warmth of the water; all he could focus on was Bricker, standing just inches away.
Bricker reached out, his movements slow and deliberate. His hand brushed against Chad’s forehead, his fingers threading gently through his damp hair. The touch was unexpected—tender in a way that felt completely at odds with the man Chad had come to know. Bricker’s thumb grazed Chad’s temple as he brushed his hair back, and the contact sent a jolt of electricity down Chad’s spine.
For a moment, Bricker didn’t say anything. He just looked at Chad, his blue eyes steady and intense, as though he was searching for something deeper. Chad could feel his chest tightening, every nerve in his body on edge. He wasn’t used to this—this quiet vulnerability that Bricker seemed to pull out of him without even trying.
“Chad,” Bricker said softly, his voice low and steady. That one word carried a weight that made Chad’s knees feel weak.
Chad’s breath hitched, his gaze flickering between Bricker’s eyes and his lips. He didn’t trust himself to speak, afraid his voice would betray just how much he wanted this—whatever this was.
Bricker’s hand slid down, resting against Chad’s jaw. His thumb brushed lightly over the edge of Chad’s cheekbone, a touch so gentle it almost undid him. “You’re shaking,” Bricker murmured, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “What’s got you so worked up?”
Chad swallowed hard, trying to find his voice. “I just—” He stopped, his words faltering. The truth felt too big, too dangerous to say aloud. But Bricker didn’t push. He just waited, his hand still cradling Chad’s face, grounding him.
Chad took a shaky breath, forcing himself to meet Bricker’s gaze. “I guess I’m not used to this kind of attention,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “You… you make it hard to think straight.”
Bricker’s smile deepened, but there was no teasing in his expression—just a quiet understanding that made Chad’s chest ache. “You’ve been running circles in your own head,” Bricker said, his voice calm and sure. “But you don’t have to. Not with me.”
The simplicity of Bricker’s words nearly undid him. Chad felt a rush of emotions—relief, desire, fear—all swirling together in a chaotic storm. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had seen him so clearly, let alone been so patient with his walls.
Bricker leaned in slightly, his breath warm against Chad’s skin. “If this isn’t what you want, just say so,” he said quietly. “But if it is…” He trailed off, his meaning clear in the way his thumb stroked the edge of Chad’s jaw.
Chad’s heart was racing, his mind spinning, but for once, he didn’t overthink it. He leaned into Bricker’s touch, closing the gap between them as he whispered, “I want this. I want you.”
Bricker didn’t hesitate. He closed the space between them, his lips meeting Chad’s in a kiss that was firm but unhurried. It wasn’t just passion—it was connection, the kind that made the world fall away. Chad’s anxieties melted under the warmth of it, replaced by a sense of belonging he hadn’t realized he was missing.
When they finally broke apart, Bricker rested his forehead against Chad’s, his breath mingling with his. “See?” Bricker murmured, his voice laced with affection. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Chad laughed softly, his tension easing for the first time all day. “You make it look easy,” he admitted, his hand resting lightly against Bricker’s chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
Bricker’s smile widened, and he pressed a brief, lingering kiss to Chad’s temple. “Maybe,” he said, his voice warm and teasing. “But you’re worth it.”
The water stopped, leaving only the sound of their breaths mingling in the humid air. Bricker reached for a towel, shaking it out before draping it over Chad’s shoulders. His touch was firm but careful, like he was savoring every second of the closeness. Chad stood still, letting Bricker take the lead, his heart racing as the man he’d grown to admire—grown to want—moved with a quiet confidence that set his skin tingling.
“You’re soaked,” Bricker said softly, his grin teasing but full of warmth. He worked the towel gently over Chad’s shoulders and down his arms, his movements steady and unhurried. His hands lingered on Chad’s skin, the warmth of his touch cutting through the coolness of the air. “But I guess that’s what happens when someone decides to join me in the shower.”
Chad smirked, his lips quirking up as he reached for another towel. “You don’t get to do all the work,” he replied, shaking off his nerves as he stepped closer. “Turn around.”
Bricker arched an eyebrow, amused, but obeyed. As Chad ran the towel over Bricker’s broad shoulders and down his back, he couldn’t stop himself from noticing every detail—the way Bricker’s muscles shifted under his touch, the way his skin glistened from the water. It made Chad’s pulse race, and by the time he’d worked his way down to Bricker’s waist, his own breath was coming faster.
Bricker turned back to face him, his eyes darker now, the teasing grin replaced by something deeper. He reached for Chad again, cupping his face in his hands as if grounding them both. “You keep looking at me like that, and I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop myself,” he murmured, his voice low and rough.
Chad swallowed hard, his throat tight with anticipation. “What if I don’t want you to stop?”
Both had hard erections their cocks pulsing making the cum that would soon be shooting out of their bodies.
Bricker didn’t answer—not with words. Instead, he leaned in, his lips capturing Chad’s in a kiss that was both tender and demanding, pulling him closer until there was no space between them. Chad’s hands came up instinctively, gripping Bricker’s arms as the kiss deepened, the towel slipping forgotten to the floor.
When they finally pulled apart, Bricker’s breathing was heavy, his chest rising and falling in time with Chad’s. “Come on,” he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. Without another word, he bent down, sweeping Chad effortlessly into his arms. Chad let out a startled laugh, his arms wrapping around Bricker’s neck as he was carried from the bathroom.
The air outside the steamy bathroom was cooler, brushing against Chad’s damp skin as Bricker carried him into the bedroom. The bed was still rumpled from the night before, and Bricker lowered Chad onto it with a care that made his chest ache. For a moment, Bricker hovered above him, his hands on either side of Chad’s head, his gaze searching.
“Are you sure about this?” Bricker asked quietly, his voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of vulnerability.
Chad reached up, his fingers brushing against Bricker’s jaw. “I’ve never been more sure of anything,” he replied, his voice firm despite the storm of emotions swirling in his chest.
Bricker’s lips curved into a soft smile, and he leaned down, pressing a kiss to Chad’s forehead before pulling the covers over them both. As he settled beside Chad, wrapping an arm around his waist, Chad felt a warmth he hadn’t known he was missing.
Bricker started seducing Chad’s young body. Watching him as he moaned out in an ecstasy not known before. Bricker grabbed Chad’s pulsing cock, rubbing it softly so as not to make Chad cum. Then Bricker kissed Chad’s cock, and his balls and sucked each of his balls into his warm mouth, sending goosebumps all over Chad’s body. Bricker nibbled on Chad’s piss slit, causing his balls to drop, then tense up. Chad had never felt anything like this before.
Then Bricker lifted Chad’s muscular legs and drove his tongue deep into Chad’s love hole. Chad could hardly breathe. Chad’s cock started ejaculating precum. Bricker lapped up the precum and, with his tongue, shoved it deep into Chad’s opening and willing hole.
He then pushed Chad’s legs beside his head, holding his arms and legs together. Bricker’s cock was also wet and ready. He slowly touched his cock to the entrance of the athlete’s love hole. Chad shook and shivered with anticipation. Bricker slowly entered and talked to Chad as Chad had talked to the cow giving birth.
As Bricker shoved his the cock all the way in, Chad yelled in pain. Bricker talked him through the pain. After several slow thrusts, Chad was smiling and moving his ass in circles to feel every part of Bricker’s cock.
Bricker then lost control and came slamming Chad with each ejaculation, making sure it was deep inside. Chad’s hips were gyrating as he told Bricker, “Don’t Stop!” Bricker kept fucking the young man he loved to watch as he enjoyed every thrust and every bite Bricker gave Chad’s young body. Chad’s cock erupted with rope after rope of cum. Each thrust pumped more cum out of him. Finally, after Bricker had three ejaculations, Bricker let Chad’s arms and legs lie beside him.
For the first time in what felt like forever, Chad didn’t feel out of place. He didn’t feel alone. Instead, he felt the weight of Bricker’s arm around him, the steady rhythm of his breathing, and the quiet certainty that he’d found something—someone—worth holding onto. And as Bricker pulled him closer, their bodies fitting together as naturally as if they’d always belonged, Chad allowed himself to hope that this was only the beginning.
