Chapter 26: Blazing Fire
The beauty of a naked cowboy and his lover who drink too much whiskey is like a watercolor that is stunning. A work of art that can maybe be titled Cowboy Lust. It is the epitome of why gay men should not have hunting cabins in the woods, and a chosen alcohol on hand.
We drink shots of the fine whiskey, strip out of our clothes, and kiss in front of the fire. We are no longer men or professionals. We act like we are eighteen again, swimming, sneaking alcohol behind our parents’ backs, experiencing s*x for the first time, and being immature.
He’s semi-drunk and says, “You’re the only man for me. I wanted you when we were boys and I want you now. I’ll always want you, if you want to know the truth.”
“I’m yours. All yours tonight, Corey Cassidy. Come and get me.”
