Long Hard Riders 2

By Ken James

A PRAIRIE FIRE OF GAY LUST

Sexy teen cowboy Jim Cobb thought he was straight. Then, he started work at the Triple-R ranch and met hot ranch hand Trey Ballard and Ralph Wood, the Triple-R's big black stud foreman.

Now, a long way from his girlfriend, Jim is riding the gay side of the trail and having the time of his young life.

And then the real gay horndogs show up . . .

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ken James
• Release date: Jun 24, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005259594

Ken James

I was born in Denver and raised in Cheyenne, Wyoming. My first time with another boy was in my early teens. Girls came a few years later.After I graduated from the University of Wyoming, I spent a year as a roadie for a series of rock and roll bands, then moved to Austin to work for a computer company.I started writing in grade school and was a reporter on my junior high and high school papers. My lover (now husband) and I published a gay newspaper in Austin for several years.I've been writing gay and bisexual erotic fiction since 2003.I live in Austin with my husband Wayde.

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Long Hard Riders 2

Ken James

Ken James Fiction

Austin, Texas

https://kenjamesfiction.com

Long Hard Riders 2

Copyright © 2022 by Ken James

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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

Warning: this book contains sexually explicit scenes and graphic language and may be considered offensive by some readers.

All sexually active characters are at least 18 years old.

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Dedication

Thanks to Wayde, my greatest fan, best friend, and husband, for all his love, enthusiasm, and support.

Contents

One

Two

Three

Four

About Ken James

Coming Soon

Jack Hammer

New Books

A Request From Ken James

One

Hoo Boy! Fox Collins exclaimed. Look at him!

Finest kind! Virgil Red Hawk agreed. Best piece of male ass we've seen in a raccoon's age.

Fox and Virgil were riding in Virgil's pickup. Fox's vehicle was stored in his ex-wife's barn in Deer Tick. They were both big rugged cowboys in their mid 40s. Nether was good looking, but they both possessed an irresistible male sexual magnetism. Fox had ragged brown hair, with a few days of dark beard stubble. Virgil was three months older, with long straight hair—black shot with silver—tied in a ponytail that ran halfway down his back.

It was early morning and they'd just crossed the state line and were about 250 miles from the Triple-R ranch in the Rugged Mountains. They were going back to work there after spending a month in Texas.

The hitchhiker was standing beside the Pikestaff city limits sign with his thumb out and a big travel pack at his feet. He was a tall thin bodybuilder in his late teens with long flowing blond hair, blue eyes, and full lips, dressed only in sneakers, a tight tank top, and sprayed-on blue jean cutoffs that flaunted his big cock and bulging balls.

Oh man! Fox groaned. We gotta get us some of that! He put his hand on Virgil's thigh and slid it up to the bulge in his crotch.

You bet your ass we're gonna. Virgil was already putting on the brakes and steering the pickup onto the shoulder.

As soon as the truck stopped, Fox got out, grinning at the hitchhiker. Howdy, cutie, he said in his broad Texas accent. Y'all lookin' for a ride.

The blond teenager returned Fox's grin while looking the cowhand over, letting his gaze linger on the bulge in his jeans. What kind of ride are you talking about, cowboy?

Fox planted his feet widely apart and hooked his thumbs in his pockets with his index fingers pointing at his crotch. I figure we can take you where you want to go.

I bet you can. The kid's grin