He learned that, because he had chosen science as well as liberal arts courses, he was only two courses short to graduate with pre-vet qualifications—and he enrolled in both immediately. Then he discussed it with his mother who agreed. She’d get to “keep” the ranch—and her son would be nearby. She was excited and enthusiastic. And she knew some of the administration at UC San Diego. The ranch was his—and his Dad had left enough for him to continue his education. Then it was time to talk to Sean.
Jeff knew he owed his luck in finding Sean to a trail ride and their mutual enjoyment of riding. Nearly a year of intense togetherness had convinced Jeff that he wanted Sean in his life for the long haul. So he carefully set up the situation. He asked Sean to arrange a weekend in Middleburg—only a few hours from W&M. He was treating. It was nearly their first anniversary together.
Jimmy-Jo had prepared their stallions and by early Saturday afternoon, Jeff and Sean were off on the trail. They found the familiar overlook—but this time, tethered the horses several hundred feet away in a grove of shady trees. The familiar picnic blanket was spread. Both knew exactly where this was headed. And indeed that is exactly what happened. First of course, Jeff broke the details of the ranch and his decision to attend vet school. He asked Sean to join him at the ranch and to work in the San Diego high tech corridor after graduation. Sean readily agreed, relieved that the future might hold time for them to be together.
Then he started to unbutton, and within a minute or so, they were both naked and hard. It was quite cool, but both of the guys were generating quite a bit of body heat. Sean was as long as he had ever been, and inside Jeff, just like the first time. But now it wasn’t a hook or an accident. They faced each other and each reveled in the beauty of his mate’s physicality. Jeff was straddling Sean’s waist and was deeply impaled. Sean had developed a specific thrust, using his powerful hips to bounce the head of his cock off Jeff’s nut with every stroke. And Jeff’s howls of pleasure could be heard rolling over the surrounding hills, blending with Sean’s cries of release. There was no need for quiet or reserve in the remote hills of Virginia. Virginia is for lovers, as they say. And the commitment was clear.
In the distance, the stallions brayed. Even far away, they knew, and perhaps they were even hoping for a replay of their post-trail-ride reward. BD