Gay Erotic Stories

Last summer, I ran into Hunter three times. Those times were at my job. He came in to see the owner, my employer, and his son. The owner's son was Hunter's best friend since sixth grade. Because Matt, the owner's son, and I seemed to always hang out in the summer (at the office), I had met Hunter. He wasn't impressed with me, I guess; maybe just in a hurry, though. Anyway, he seemed to remember me the third time. Then his summer was over and Matt and Hunter went back to football practice at high school. This summer, though, was different. Matt and Hunter had graduated. The owner hired Matt until college starts. He's working in shipping, though. I'm in leasing. June 5, Hunter's walking in to the administrative offices, looking for Matt or his Dad. "Hey, Jeff, it's been a while," he says. I can't believe Hunter even remembers me! He looks at my jeans and boots and asks if I'm going riding...then smiles. I asked him if he were, since he's wearing the same thing. Sure, in about an hour. I wanted to see if Matt wants to go. I told him Matt was hired full time. Hunter looks at me and says, "You'll do. Can you go?" "Not on this short notice," I told him. "Well, you can't ride that way anyway. You need a jock or something on. That horse will bounce you around like crazy. I'll find somebody else. Oh, tell Matt, I came by, OK?" "Sure!" 10 days later, Hunter was back. To see me! "What are you doing tomorrow," he asked. "Are we going riding?" I asked. "Well, I need someone to go to Ft. Worth with me to pick up a horse. My dad's out of town. You wanna go"? "Well, what do I have to do...just ride shot gun in your truck?" He looks at me with a solid, stern look and says, "Just wear them jeans that way tomorrow. I think you know what I need you to do. Except with them off. And DON'T wear no jock. It's not that kinda riding." I'll tell you Saturday what happens tomorrow.