Gay Cowboys Series by Aubrey Watt

Description A new western series that goes from steamy to scorching hot! Cal’s work at the ranch is hard, and he’s not happy to be forced to hire on a city boy. But Brandon turns out to be more than Cal expected, and soon Cal is struggling with his newfound attraction towards his new ranch hand. [Warning: some steamy scenes involving masturbation and a homoerotic dream sequence]

Cal’s new ranch hand is working out well . . . maybe too well. Ever since the dream he had, Cal can’t stop thinking about Brandon’s lean and muscled body while he touches himself. After Brandon saves his life in a freak accident, Cal must think of a way to repay him. Will Cal give into his wildest urges and ride Brandon hard? [Warning: contains explicit scenes of oral and anal sex, and a lot of rough riding!]EXCERPT:Today in the hay things had gotten out of hand... moreCal’s new ranch hand is working out well . . . maybe too well. Ever since the dream he had, Cal can’t stop thinking about Brandon’s lean and muscled body while he touches himself. After Brandon saves his life in a freak accident, Cal must think of a way to repay him. Will Cal give into his wildest urges and ride Brandon hard? [Warning: contains explicit scenes of oral and anal sex, and a lot of rough riding!]EXCERPT:Today in the hay things had gotten out of hand. Cal had let his guard down, and in all the rough and tumble he had found himself enjoying it, enjoying it too much. He let his mind replay the incident, remembering the feel of Brandon’s strong arms picking him up, gripping him around the waist like that--Cal’s drew a sharp breath inwardly as he pictured Brandon tackling him, but instead of stopping there continuing to pin him down, pin him against the hay. In his head he felt Brandon push his shoulders back and press their bodies into sweet contact. Brandon’s full, soft lips, his rough and sandy hair, his chest deeply tanned from just two months of summer sunshine.Feeling his cock twitch at the image of Brandon’s innocent face, Cal slipped his hand down under the blanket and began to stroke himself. He bit his lip. What he was doing was bad, he had no doubt of that. It wasn’t natural, it wasn’t right. But oh god, those lips, those hot, swollen lips. Cal imagined Brandon’s mouth encircling his dick, his lips moving slowly over the shaft, and he swallowed hard as he worked his hand over his weeping cock, now completely erect. less

Book Three Cal isn’t ready to admit that the night before last meant anything to him. But Brandon knows the truth, knows that Cal is lonelier than he admits to himself. In order to prove it to Cal, he’ll stop at nothing - including tying Cal up and showing him what a real cowboy is all about! [Warning: explicit anal and oral sex, spanking, rimming, bondage, and some rough riding!]

A new ranch hand series that’s rougher than ever! Cal’s world is turned on end when the ranch owner decides to fire Brandon. If this is their last week together, though, they’re going to make it a time to remember... [Warning: explicit descriptions of oral sex, anal sex, and rough bondage.] Excerpt: Deep in concentration, Cal didn’t hear the noise from behind him. He saw the shadow a split second too late, turning just as the rope landed over his head and slid down his body... moreA new ranch hand series that’s rougher than ever! Cal’s world is turned on end when the ranch owner decides to fire Brandon. If this is their last week together, though, they’re going to make it a time to remember... [Warning: explicit descriptions of oral sex, anal sex, and rough bondage.] Excerpt: Deep in concentration, Cal didn’t hear the noise from behind him. He saw the shadow a split second too late, turning just as the rope landed over his head and slid down his body. The lasso was pulled tight against his ankles and his boots were jerked out from under him. “Son of a bitch!” he said, landing on his ass on the hard playa. A cloud of dust puffed out from where he hit the ground. “Whooee!” Brandon rode his horse up next to Cal and stopped right over him. Cal raised his hand to block out the glaring sun, seeing nothing but a halo of light around the ranch hand’s rough blond hair. Brandon hopped off the horse in one swift motion, and Cal watched his body move, amazed at how lithe the city boy had become in his time there on the ranch. “Did you see that?” Brandon said, hands on his hips. He was in awe of himself. “Saw it? My ass felt it,” Cal said, leaning to untie the rope from around his ankles. Brandon yanked the rope again, though, and Cal was knocked off balance back onto the ground. “Swear to christ Imma knock you to pieces if you do that again,” Cal growled. “That a promise?” Brandon asked. Cal moved to untie the rope but Brandon was too fast, on top of him in a second, pinning him down against the dusty ground. “You’re a goddamn nuisance,” Cal said, struggling only halfheartedly. Brandon was stronger than he looked, and there was no way Cal was going to get out from under him. Although the man straddling him had a lean figure, his body was all muscle, hard and taut from working as a ranch hand. “Nuisance, huh?” Brandon’s voice was teasing now, coy. “You sure you want to call a man names when he has you tied up all helpless?” “Could get out if I wanted to,” Cal said, knowing he couldn’t. Brandon raised one eyebrow. “C’mon,” Cal said, resorting to pleading. “Got work to do.” The sun was slipping down across the sky quickly, and if he didn’t get the herd sorted by dusk-- “No more work,” Brandon said, slipping two rough, thick fingers under Cal’s waistline. Cal gulped. Suddenly the desert air had turned his throat dry, bone dry. It didn’t help matters when Brandon shifted back and leaned his head forward, pressing a hard kiss to Cal’s hipbone. “Jesus, Brandon,” Cal said. “We can’t--it’s not--we’re in the open.” “Ain’t nobody around but cows and cacti,” Brandon said, his breath warm against Cal’s skin, “and they’re not telling a word to noone.” less

Excerpt: The image of Brandon and Darrell came back to his mind, the two men locked in passion, their limbs entwined. Standing at the edge of the creek, Cal let himself imagine their lips moving over each other, licking and sucking at salty skin. His groin twitched with arousal and he stroked himself absentmindedly through his jeans... moreExcerpt: The image of Brandon and Darrell came back to his mind, the two men locked in passion, their limbs entwined. Standing at the edge of the creek, Cal let himself imagine their lips moving over each other, licking and sucking at salty skin. His groin twitched with arousal and he stroked himself absentmindedly through his jeans. Brandon’s hot lips sliding down, lower and lower, until his mouth met the other man’s cock and took him in whole-- Darrell leaning with his hands against the barn wall, naked as the day, his ass taut and inviting-- Both men’s bodies sliding slick against each other, the light of the fire only just illuminating their skin-- Cal opened his eyes and realized that he was hard, the arousal inside of him bubbling up uncontrollably. Deciding that it would be quicker to deal with his erection than wait for it to subside, he looked around him to make sure that he was alone before letting his hand slide his cock out of his pants and begin to stroke, soft at first and then hard. He bit down on his lip as his hand worked his erection, his thoughts sliding from place to place. The kitchen table where Brandon had tied him up, thrusting his fingers in his ass-- Flooding in the creek, the rainclouds overhead-- Tumbling through the hayloft, their arms around each other in a wrestle that really wasn’t-- Cal was breathing hard, his hand sliding furiously across his hard cock, and when the brush behind him rustled he nearly jumped out of his skin. Covering himself with both hands, he stumbled back, almost falling over the smooth pebbles of the creek. Brandon came out of the darkness, illuminated only by moonlight. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” Brandon grinned, looking down at Cal’s naked cock. “Looks like you were a bit distracted.” “Christ on a horse, Brandon, I thought you were a goddamn mountain lion.” “Nah,” Brandon said, stepping forward. “Just a horny coyote.” He slid his hand over Cal’s loosely gripping the base of Cal’s cock. Cal pushed him away. “What if Darrell sees us?” Cal tried to put his cock back into his trousers but was having a difficult time of it, both because of the light and because he was still one hundred percent aroused. But Darrell might be spying right now, might have followed Brandon to the river. “Then I'll ask him to come help me out.” Brandon wrapped his hand around Cal's erection and began to slide his fingers up and down the shaft. Cal moaned, his cock throbbing under the delicious pressure of Brandon’s palm. “Come on, cowboy,” Brandon said, coming around behind Cal, keeping the strokes even and hard. Cal, who was already in a heightened state of sensation, now let himself fall completely into this pleasure, leaning back against Brandon’s chest as he felt himself tipping, coming closer and closer to the edge. He closed his eyes, but the image that arose was that of Brandon and Darrell together, naked, both orgasming. Then Brandon’s thumb massaged the head of his cock and he jerked under the man’s fingers into a shivering climax, his cock spurting hot come into the darkness. He panted, feeling Brandon’s hot skin around him and behind him, the ripples of orgasm making him shudder once more before he finally relaxed. less