They guys were layin' on the warm rocks, lettin' the sun and the heat from the rocks warmin' em up. They had both gone into the water in their gear, purposely wantin' to get wet...

'Why had they done it?' 'Why had they gotten' soakin' wet in their ridin' gear???'
'Jake in his totally 'western' leathers and boots, and Ian in his 'formal-riding-gear?' There was somethin' goin' on between the two of 'em, but they hadn't quite figured it out yet .....

Jake looked over at Ian; 'Ian's hair was startin' to dry, and forming those wonderful curls that he had... Ian had taken off his 'riding-helmet', lettin' his hair dry in the sun....

'J*****', F***K**, C***!!!! ', Ian was incredibly hot' !!!!', were the thoughts that raced through Jake's mind. He knew why he was thinkin' these thoughts... Jake realized that somewhat growin' up through 'puberty', he liked guys more than he liked 'chicks'.... And he was even more 'turned-on' by guys that liked to get wet; dirty, messy, trash-up their gear..., he couldn't explain it, it was just how he was....

And here was Ian, someone who he had just met, Ian who had just gotten his really expensive riding-gear soaked, boots and all !!!. Jake's cock was gettin' hard just thinkin' about it....

'But what if Ian wasn't gay? 'Maybe Ian was 'straight'? Maybe Ian just liked to get wet in his gear?........ Jake didn't know what to do......

And if by some sort of captivating, wonderful magic, Ian reached out to Jake. Ian was still wearing his riding gloves, and Jake was still wearin' his. Ian clasped his leathered hand around Jake's leathered hand. The gloves were still soaked from bein' in the 'swimmin'-hole', but that wasn't a very big issue... Actually trashin' their gear was kinda' a 'turn-on'....

Ian looked back at Jake, Ian was so 'turned-on' about Jake! Here was a guy that he 'fanaticized about', and now just a few feet away from him.....

'I sure hopin' I'm not *f**k** this thing
up.....' Ian thought as he reached out for Jake's hand. 'Maybe Jake was 'straight'?....

Ian closed his eyes, maybe this was all a big mistake... But when Jake gripped his hand, holdin' it tightly back into his own leathered gloved hand, Ian found himself fallin' down into the 'well-of-desire'.....

"Oh F**K !!!!', Ian's cock was bonin' up, and he couldn't help it, Jake was so 'hot' !!!'
Ian opened his eyes and looked back at Jake. Jake was lookin' at him in such a tense, desirous wonderful way! Ian's cock was gettin' so hard, it was stretchin' against his riding pants. And the harder it got against his pants, the harder it wanted to get! And he wasn't even touchin' it !!! My new riding pants!!!

'F**K' !!! , it was just gettin' outta' control !!!! .......