Stockman: Will his stepbrother be happy to see him? Sunnybright Farm #2

Blaze has his eye on more than just some extra cash

I stopped my powder blue '78 GMC pickup at the broad wooden gate of Sunnybright Farm, contemplating if this even bordered on being a sound decision. I tapped the steering wheel as I stared out through the windshield at the long, straight gravel driveway lined with apple trees.

Sunnybright bordered on being a hobby farm, which wasn't my first choice, but work was scarce of the cattle farming variety in this small corner of the state of Montana, and I needed the money. My last job had disappeared when the ranch manager caught me fucking one of the other stockmen who just happened to be his son. Homophobia was alive and well at that farm.

I'd been on the phone with my mom and she told me her stepson, Shaun, had found work for the second summer in a row here. I'd called the farm office, asking if they needed another stockman to help manage the cattle and trail horses. I didn't mention I was Shaun's stepbrother. If I got the job, I didn't want them giving him a heads up that I was coming.

We'd never got on particularly well. My mom and his dad had married when I was fifteen. I'd been horrified to discover I'd be sharing a bedroom with a twelve year old Shaun. He was a quiet kid but his mere presence had irritated me. I was used to having my own space.

The week after I graduated from high school, I'd left home, abandoning our cramped bedroom to a fifteen year old Shaun. Now that he was at college, I only saw him on holidays.

As luck would have it, I was offered a job. The entire drive out here, I'd been in my head, wondering how Shaun would react when he saw me. The last time I saw him was during Christmas dinner at our parents' house. We'd barely spoken. Lots of glaring was our language.

After opening, driving forward, and closing the gate, I made my way along the driveway and pulled up outside what looked to be the office. It was almost 6 pm. I hoped they'd still be open. I had told the woman I spoke to, Caroline, that I'd be rolling in around dinner time.

My concern was answered when a middle-aged woman popped her head out through the door and waved at me. She had a genuine smile for me as she approached my truck. It gave me hope that this job would work out. She had been extremely friendly on the phone.

I opened my door and slipped out, my boots crunching the small stones beneath my feet. The entire of the parking lot was neatly covered in them. No ruts or puddles. The areas I could see were well maintained. The farm had an organized and welcoming feel to it.

"You must be Blaze," she said and extended her hand to me.

"Yes, Ma'am." I tipped my chin in acknowledgment and shook her hand.

"You found us all right?"

"I know these roads fairly well." I reached into my truck, lifted my battered wide-brimmed hat, and settled it on my head, covering my unruly thick dark hair.

"Your knowledge of the area will come in handy when it comes to picking up supplies." Caroline waved me along to follow her into the office. "There's a small amount of paperwork. You don't have to do it now. Just get it back to me in the next day or so."

"Yes, Ma'am."

I entered the cramped space dominated by a row of filing cabinets and one seriously old stained wooden desk. She lifted a thin stack of paper and handed it to me along with a pen.

"When you get a minute."

I tipped the front brim of my hat, a silent affirmation to her request. After following her back outside, she locked the office door and trundled down the new looking wooden steps.

"I'll show you where you'll be staying."

One of the benefits of this job was accommodation and food were included. Finding a rental in the small town down the road would have been impossible. Not cooking was a bonus.

There was no one in the bunkhouse when we entered.

"The boys are all at dinner," she said, explaining their absence. She patted the top mattress of one of the many bunkbeds lining the walls. "Hope you don't mind being up top."

I fought hard not to smirk. Top was my absolute favorite position. Not that I didn't bottom when the opportunity presented itself, but I'd rather be drilling some guy's ass.

"Your bunkmate is one of our farmhands, Shaun. He likes to keep to himself, so he shouldn't be a bother. This is his second summer with us. The men have taken to him."

I rolled my eyes. Great. Bunking with my annoying stepbrother. I looked at the bottom bunk. It was neat and tidy. As uptight as my stepbrother used to keep his side of the room.

Some things didn't change.

"Have you eaten yet?" Caroline asked. "There will be plenty of food if you hurry."

"Finished off a sandwich on the road. I'm good. Thank you."

"Then I'm going to send you up to see our general manager, Rex. He's taking dinner in his cabin tonight. You can sit down with him and discuss where you'll be helping out."

"Yes, Ma'am. Point me to him."

"Just follow the path down the right side of the bunkhouse and up the hill. I told him to be expecting you. I saw Shaun headed that way. It'll give you a chance to meet your bunk mate."

Caroline left me to follow the path up to the cabin at the top of a steep hill. I hoped Shaun didn't freak out too badly when he saw me. I gathered my resolve and knocked on the door.

It was jerked open by a mountain of a shirtless man in worn jeans. The thick dark hair across his muscular pecs made my cock take notice. He was burly and gorgeous.

"Are you the new guy?"

His tone was incredibly low and sexy. I might have stammered before speaking. I extended my hand to him. "Yeah, I'm Blaze. Your new stockman. You must be Rex."

Duh.

Rex grunted. "Come in." He stepped back, allowing me to pass. "I made a ham, potatoe, and broccoli casserole. Do you want any? You'll have been on the road for a while."

"No, thank you … I'm good."

"I'm going to grab some. Go take a seat in the living room. I'll join you in a second."

The living room was cozy. A brown leather couch and chair, facing a rustic fireplace. The space looked lived in. Comfortable. I took a seat in the chair.

No Shaun in sight.

Maybe, Caroline had been mistaken about him being here.

I looked up as someone thundered down the stairs from the upper floor. He looked different. Tanned and filled out. Tight black jeans and an even tighter black tank top. Shaun's cheeks were flushed and his hair sticking out at odd angles in what was an obvious case of bed head.

The state of him coiled a spring in my gut. My stepbrother looked even more beautiful than usual. One of the reasons I left home as a teenager. My body had started responding to all his luscious lines; my cock springing to life every time I saw him. Listening to his soft breathing in the bed across the room had done my head in. He had been too young to make a move on.

Besides, I hadn't known whether Shaun was gay. His coming down from where I was certain would be the primary bedroom started my imagination, picturing Rex fucking him.

Shaun skidded to a stop. "What the fuck are you doing here?"