Good-Time Boys

Sonny's Salvation

Sonny Good hung up the phone cussing a blue streak. His older brother, and town Sheriff, raised his eyebrows as he walked into the kitchen. “What’s got you so fired up this morning?” Rawley Good took a mug out of the cabinet and poured a strong cup of coffee.

“That new guy next door’s bull got into our pasture last night. Shelby thinks he might have bred some of my Angus.” Sonny sat back down at the kitchen table and took another gulp of his coffee, the burn going down his throat just what he needed. “I tell ya. That city boy doesn’t deserve a ranch. Why Jack decided to sell it to him and not me is beyond me. I bet the guy’s never even seen a cow before last week.”

Rawley chuckled. “Jack always had a reason for everything he ever did. I bet we’ll figure it out eventually. Didn’t you say Jack told you he met the city fella when he went to Chicago for the cattle convention? Maybe he saw somethin’ in him that made Jack think he’d make a good rancher. It’s only been a week. Cut the poor guy some slack. Maybe if you tried helping him instead of always criticizing he’d turn into a damn fine rancher.” Rawley rocked back in his chair, tipping it back onto two legs.

Sonny gave him the look. Their momma would have killed Rawley for doing that had she still been there.

Taking his empty cup to the sink, Sonny ran water over it and set it in the dish drainer. “No, I think I’ll just ride the city fella out. Let him screw up so bad he’s forced to sell the ranch to me.” He took his battered straw cowboy hat off the hook by the door and adjusted it on his head. “Will you be home for supper?”

Setting his chair on all four legs, Rawley shook his head. “I’ve got a date with Meg. I probably won’t be home at all. I’ll just pack an extra uniform in the cruiser.”

Sonny started to turn around and stopped. “When are you gonna just admit you’re gay and stop stringing that poor girl along? It’s been almost two years, if it hasn’t happened by now, it’s not gonna.”

Rawley shook his head as he put his cup on the dish drainer. “I’m not gay. Three gay Goods are enough. I’ve had my share of fights with some of the people in this town. I’m not interested in another. Besides, how long do you think it would take this town to run off a gay Sheriff? And for the record, Meg and I are perfectly happy.” Rawley took his Sheriff’s Stetson off the peg by the door. “Now I’ve told you my personal business, don’t bring it up again.” Rawley shoved past Sonny and walked to the brown and tan sheriff’s SUV.

Garron's Gift

Garron was leaving the police station when his cell phone rang. Looking at the display he smiled. “Hey, hot stuff.”

“They shot him,” Sonny yelled into the phone.

Garron’s stomach bottomed out as he stopped in his tracks. “Shot who?”

“Buford, someone killed him.” Quickly searching his memory, Garron came up blank. “I’m sorry, cowboy, but I don’t know a Buford.”

“He’s my goddamn prize-winning Blank Angus bull.”

“Shit, I’m sorry. Did you call Rawley?” Garron hurried to his black Harley and climbed on.

“Yeah, he was going to stop and get Jeb and head this way. How long before you get here?”

“I can make it in about fifty minutes. Will you still be there?”

“Yeah, it’ll take a while I’m sure. We’re just passed the pond on Jeb’s side of the fence.”

“All right, I’m leaving now. Love you.”

“Love you, need you here.”

Sonny hung up and Garron looked at the phone a moment before slipping it back into his pocket. Starting his bike, he roared out of the parking lot toward home. Funny how the Flying G had become home a Rawley's Redemption

Standing at the bottom of the steps, Rawley looked up at the only person he’d ever been in love with. “I’ve been relieved of my duties as Summerville Sheriff. I no longer have a need to hide the way I feel about you. Care for a roommate?”

Jeb didn’t say a word, but Rawley saw first the shocked look and then the brief smile. He simply held out his hand and waited for Rawley to join him. Turning around, Rawley waved good-bye to Meg, and picked up his bags. With a deep breath and a prayer on his lips, he walked up the steps to his future.

Taking his hand, Jeb led him into the living room and through to the master bedroom. “I’ll clear some closet space out for you later.” Jeb ran his hands up Rawley’s chest and smiled. “Welcome home.”

Letting out the breath he’d been holding, Rawley dropped the bags and wrapped his arms around Jeb’s lean body. Leaning down, he whispered a kiss across Jeb’s soft lips. “I love you.”

“I know,” Jeb said as he opened his mouth for Rawley’s tongue.

The kiss was savage, both men tired of waiting. As Rawley continued to plunder Jeb’s mouth, he began to pull his soon to be lover’s clothes off. When he had Jeb shirtless, he broke the kiss and knelt before him. Lifting Jeb’s foot, Rawley removed his boots before running his hands up Jeb’s thighs to land on his fly. Burying his face in Jeb’s crotch, he inhaled the scent of his man as Jeb ran his fingers through Rawley’s short black hair.

Looking up, Rawley moved his hands to Jeb’s button and slowly relieved him of his jeans and underwear. Pushing them down the leanly muscled thighs, Rawley’s hands began to shake. “I can’t believe I’m so nervous.” Hiding his face against Jeb’s closely cropped thatch of hair, Rawley inhaled again. Without looking up, he ran his tongue around the crown of Jeb’s cock. “I’ve never done this before. I’ve had it done a time or two, but this will be my first time giving.”

Jeb ran his hand over Rawley’s cheek. “If you’d rather not, I’ll understand.”

“No. I can’t believe how much I do, but I want to.” Rawley held Jeb’s generous shaft by the base and licked his way up and down its length. He felt each ridge and vein against his tongue as he heard Jeb begin to moan. Taking the heavy sac into his mouth, Rawley was amazed at how soft the skin was, no hair to get in the way.

As he took the head into his mouth, Jeb thrust forward. The generous erection hit the back of his throat and Rawley gagged slightly.

“Sorry,” Jeb said.

Shaking his head, Rawley refused to release his hold on Jeb’s cock long enough to answer him. He moved closer to the tip and sucked. He felt his cheeks hollow out as Jeb moaned. God, Jeb tasted good. Wrapping his hands around to rest on Jeb’s sweet ass, Rawley ran his fingers through the crease. Finding Jeb’s tight rosette he added a little pressure with his fingertip until it slid in.

“Shit,” Jeb cried, shooting his essense down Rawley’s throat.

Rawley drank it all and begged for more. He licked Jeb clean before leaning back on his heals. “Nap?”

Jeb shook his head and spread out in the centre of the bed. “You’re turn now.”

Twin Temptations

Ranger leaned back and put his boots up on the old scarred desk. “I think it’s great that you’ve decided to run for Mayor, but I’ve no interest in running for the City Council.”

“Just give me a chance to talk you into it. You’re an excellent businessman, and it’s time for a change. The Council has been stagnant for too long,” Rawley said, pleading his case.

“Sorry, brother. Still not interested. Running the feed-lot is about as public as I ever care to be.” A sudden feeling had him sitting up and looking out the window. “Sorry, but I need to go. I think something’s happened to Ryker.” Ranger didn’t give Rawley a chance to answer before he was heading out the door.

He ran to the northwest lot and scanned the area. “