Cowboy Virgin: A Gay Romance Story (Part One)

By Lucas Loveless

Daniel is a hot young cowboy working on his father's farm. He's spent his whole life trying to hide that he's gay. He's young. He's restless. And when a rugged, older cowboy named Jake comes riding into his life, everything about this virgin cowboy will change.

Jake is a troubled cowboy on the run from his past. He's hot as hell, mysterious, and he's never wanted anyone more than he wants Daniel. But can he let himself fall in love with Daniel? Can he let his guards down?

When these two cowboys start working together, they'll be consumed by their hot desires for one another. This rugged cowboy and cowboy virgin will lose themselves to each other and their lives will change forever.

This is part one of a two-part story. It contains adult material and is intended for mature readers.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lucas Loveless
• Release date: Oct 29, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463931806

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Chapter One 

Daniel 

It's been a damn hard day on my father's ranch. The work never stops. There is always work to get done- stacking hay, herding the cattle, fixing the broken down equipment, and by the end of the day, when the sun is sinking, the only thing I want to do is have a beer and get some sleep. 

I'm 22, I think to myself. I shouldn't be this tired. There are plenty of other guys my age that have it way better. They get to go to school. They get to party. They get to live the easy life. And here I am, sweating like a dog all day out under the blazing Texas sun to help my dad keep his ranch up and running. 

The Goldstein Ranch, once a successful cattle ranch, and now a place that's been in the red ever since... well, ever since my mother passed away a few years back. Things haven't been the same since she died. My dad never really recovered from it. She was ripped away from us in a car accident. It's something I still can't even think about to this day without trembling and starting to cry. 

But real men don't cry. That's what my father taught me. 

The sun is half sunk beyond the horizon. I can see it there past the pastures and fields beyond the ranch. 

Damn, I need a break, I sigh. I lean on my old, beat up truck. I take my hat off and toss it into the bed. I strip off my shirt and use it to wipe some sweat from my face and chest. I turn around, and I lean against the warm metal of the truck. 

Like always, I stare out at the pastures and wonder what life would be like if I ever left this old ranch. Where would I go? What would I do? Maybe I could join the rodeo. I could ride bulls. And hell, I wouldn't mind being surrounded by the studs that like the rodeo, all those buff cowboys that... 

That's another thing. No one knows my secret. I'm 22, and I've known ever since I was ten when I saw the handsome cowboys on tv, that I'm gay. If anyone ever found out, I'm sure I would be the shame of my father in this small minded Texas town. Because out here in Canton, Texas, it still ain't considered right for a man to like other men. 

I sling my shirt over my shoulder. And my hand brushes against my chest. My skin is warm and sweaty. My heart starts beating a little faster, pumping the blood straight to my cowboy cock. I haven't gotten off in days, there's been too much work to get done. And all of a sudden all I can think about are hot cowboys in the rodeo! 

Muscles, big hands, attitude and, I assume, huge balls - That's what those cowboys have. And that's what I secretly crave. 

I run my hand along my chest and squeeze the muscle. It makes me breathe a little faster. It creates a need in between my legs, the need of my stiffening pecker that's fighting against my jeans now. I move my hand lower, down my stomach, until my fingertips are at my belt. I grip the leather tight. 

Maybe I shouldn't do this here, I think. I look to my left and at the ranch house in the distance. My dad would never know, and hell it's not like it's going to take long. I can get off real fast. 

I slowly undo my belt. Then I unbutton my jeans. I’m breathing fast now, almost panting. My cock is raging inside my jeans, screaming at me, Stroke me! Make me come! I pull down my jeans, and my horny young prick springs out, fully hard and loaded and ready to blast.