Aguirre by moremojo
His teeth clenched so hard inside his closed mouth that they slowly began to ache, as Joe Aguirre sat on his steady horse, gazing from a distance at the naked youths before him, the ruddy Del Mar boy thrusting into that damn Twist sonafabitch, kneeling on all fours with his ass pointed skyward like a fuckin' cat in heat, both utterly oblivious to the vast landscape around them with its secret, prying eyes; Aguirre waited until the two had retreated to the tent before making his way back into town.
While riding, none too hurriedly, Joe felt the rush of his blood swelling his face, as he thought back on last summer, and the first time he met that scamp Jack, of how that Twist boy wasn't much good at any damn thing, though he obviously tried to please and wile himself into everyone's good graces; Joe remembered how the slightest hint of a smile from that fresh face softened him up inside, made him forgive the latest fuckup, and give the kid another chance, and as he approached Signal he began to think he had given the boy one chance too many.
Securing his horse and settling himself into his trailer, Joe pondered how he would handle the current situation, of how he couldn't abide the thought of letting two queers go at it on his good time, but of how little he could afford the loss of two able bodies in this crucial season; yeah, bodies were on his mind as, with a hint of hot tears welling up in his eyes and that old loathing rising up in his throat to the point he thought he would puke his very soul out, he unbuttoned his fly to reach down and stroke the stiffening flesh within.