Clay giggled as he dropped his 6’4” body onto my couch, and immediately started focusing on his bulge in his jock. I apologized for the disaster ...he place was, and he didn’t care. 18 year old guys only want food, rest, and to cum. I got the bathroom all clean when I came out and Clay was on his knees looking through my DVDs, book case, etc. ‘Cuz, are you sure you are gay? There is no porn, no nudes, and no gay rags, nothing that tells me that a hot gay man lives here!’ Ha! I replied, as I. ”“Buying in Laramie must have cost a lot more didn’t it?”“Not that much. I promised the store everyone here in the valley would trade with that particular outfit. I give them a draft on our account and we don’t have to transport a bunch of money. Next time I order, I’ll probably only need Rod to ride with me and you can use Gordie and Manny here.”“We will run out of money, won’t we? Paying for the ranch took a big chunk of it.”“Not for awhile. I didn’t even spend our cattle money so that’s why. If they stayed in the kitchen, she probably wouldn’t notice anyway. He could very well act like he wasn’t there, but wanted- no, he needed- to see her. He pulled on a pair of shorts. He opened the door. Johannah stood before him, in nothing but a pair of small, blue cotton panties and a tight, baby blue tanktop. Beads of sweat ran down her face and chest. Her hair was piled loosely on top of her head and she had on a pair of big, hoop earrings. Her nails were painted red, to match. But he didn't know. He loved her once and she loved him but now they have separate bedrooms and they prefer it that way. They need their own space. Except once every eight weeks, more often than a real blue moon but that's what he called it. That's when they had sex, once every eight weeks. I think sometimes how that might be, fucking someone who you don't even enjoy spending time with but I try not to think about it too much because I just get sick and sad. I still don't know how it happened,.