Two Sides of the Same Coin

by Jake Mactire

  “Cowgirls? You’re gonna hire women wranglers?” Josh asked with a puzzled look on his face.

  “And just what’s wrong with that?” Sandy was glaring at Josh, and Renee looked mad enough to spit. Maria was the one who broke the silence however.

  “Josh, you have seen me ride and rope and take care of stock. I spent much time as a girl on my uncle’s ranch. Do you not think I would be able to help out?”

  “I didn’t know he was talkin’ about you, Maria. Of course, you’d be a great addition to the team and a great wrangler to work with.”

  “See, I am a woman, and I can do it as you say. You need to give other women a chance.”

  “It’s not you?”

  “No, Josh. Remember, I am a nurse. I have to be there to help Mike if Jeff is too rough with him.” That broke the tension, and everyone laughed. Renee did look at Josh though.

  “You’re okay with that, aren’t you, Josh?” She placed a heavy emphasis on “aren’t you.”

  Josh nodded. “Sure, I was just askin’. I’m fine with women wranglers. I hadn’t thought about it, that’s all.”

  “Great, Josh. The woman I have in mind is named Jeanette. I’ve rodeoed with her in the gay rodeo for years now. She’s tough. One year she was bull ridin’ and didn’t cover. Lucky she was wearin’ a flak vest, ’cause after she hit the ground, the bull stepped right on her chest. Knocked the wind clean outta her, and bruised her up pretty bad. We knew she was fine when she asked for her dip though.” Josh’s mouth was hanging open.

  Finally Sandy stuttered out, “Did you make that up, Jeff?”

  “Nope. It happened just like I mentioned; she’s tough, so watch your step, Josh. If Renee’s not around to keep you in line, Jeanette will.” Josh gulped and looked a bit worried.

  “Jeff, you don’t mind if I have a talk with her and ask her to do just that do you?” Renee winked at me, so Josh couldn’t see.

  “That’s between you and her, as long as it don’t interfere with her work or Josh’s work.” Everyone laughed at that, but Josh didn’t look too relieved.

  “If it’s okay with you boys, Sandy, Maria, and I will go to Wenatchee and get some fabric and stuff for the costumes. We’ll have lunch in Leavenworth, and my head seamstress is going to meet us there.” They walked out and got in Renee’s car. It was a Lexus.

  “When are the vaqueros coming here, boss?”

  “Today. One at one, one at two, and one at three.”

  “Bien. I will be back at one.” José walked out, followed by Josh.

  “Buddy, it looks like we got a couple of hours to kill. What do you want to do?” I grabbed the neck of his shirt and pulled him into me and gave him a hard, deep kiss, while I used one hand to squeeze his ass.

  “I’m sure we’ll think of somethin’, Jeff.” We headed upstairs. Mike had asked when we got upstairs, if we could leave our underwear and socks on. The boy’s been really clear that turns him on, and if it gets him going, it gets me going, so I’m happy to do that. We shucked our jeans, and Mike shucked his T-shirt. We fell into bed, still kissing deep and hard. He started rubbing and playing with me through the long johns, and I returned the favor. We kept the lip-lock going.

  Finally, when we were both sporting big wet spots from precum, I told him, “Get on your side, back to me, boy.” He jumped to obey.

  I got the lube and condoms, and unbuttoned the back flap of his underwear. I unbuttoned mine from neck to crotch, and lubed both of us up. I unrolled the condom on myself and then slid into him. It was the first time I ever did that without rimming or fingering him to open him up. He gasped as I slid in, but pushed back against me. I had one arm around him and was pulling on one of his nipples hard. It seemed the harder I pulled, the more he reacted. I was using the other hand to rub his cock through the material. Just to see what he’d do, I bit down on his shoulder where it joined his neck. He rammed his ass back into me, and began to fuck himself much harder than I had been doing.”

  He yelled out, “Hot damn! C’mon, Jeffy, make me feel it. I wanna be sore for a week. Bite me, bite me again!” I did so on his neck and was rewarded with more shouts.

  “Fuck yeah! C’mon, ride my ass. Hurt me good. Fuck me, Jeff! Hard! Ram it in!” He was really getting off on my being rough. Just to see how he’d react, I lightly slapped his balls. He let loose a wordless yell. When I moved my hand to his cock, he began humping it wildly. I started fucking him hard, and slapped his balls a few more times. Then I roughly grabbed his cock and bit his neck.

  “I can’t take it anymore; it’s too intense; fuck me hard while I cum. Bite me. Use me, Jeffy. I’m yours. Ohhhh—Fuck! Yeah!”

  With that he started gushing. He let loose with a huge load all over his long handles. He was still moaning and whimpering as I fucked him. I was getting close and made no effort to hold back. I pulled him back to me and wrapped my arms around him. I kissed his neck where he had several red marks and bruises.

  “Hot damn, Jeffy, where’d you learn to fuck like that? I love it when you get rough and all dominant.”

  “Yeah, that was hot. I liked it too. If someone had told me I’d get off on bein’ real rough with ya, I wouldn’t have believed ’em.”

  “We gotta do more of that.”

  “Fine by me, just let me know if it’s too rough; I’m dependin’ on you to tell me when to back off.”

  “Will do.”

  “We better get cleaned up, buddy.”

  “Let’s just leave this on.”

  “You’re soaked in cum, and we both got real sweaty.”

  “I’m gonna leave my gear on.”

  “Okay. I ain’t the one drippin’.” We pulled on jeans and shirts. Mike was grinning like a horse with its muzzle in the oat bag. He had this dazed, unfocused look to him. He had really gotten off on that. He was still floating on cloud nine.

  “Let’s get a sandwich, buddy, before the wranglers come.”

  “Okay. Whatever you say.” We headed downstairs and into the kitchen. I made us a couple of Reuben sandwiches. Mike was still off in his own sex-charged little world.

  “Jeffy, you don’t mind if I call you sir, do ya?” That took me by surprise.

  “Let me think on it, buddy. I guess between the sheets it’s fine, but remember I said that outside the bedroom we’re equals.”

  “I know that, and neither of us would be happy otherwise. I really do get off on your bein’ rough and me bein’ all submissive; I think callin’ you sir would be really hot.”

  “All right.”

  “I’m kinda sore, my ass, my balls, my chest, and neck.” He still had a dreamy smile on his face.

  “If I was too rough, buddy, I’m sorry. You gotta let me know. I ain’t ever done that with nobody else.”

  “You weren’t too rough. Hell, I think about bein’ sore, and I get hard again.”

  This was kind of interesting. It surprised me just how much that turned him on. The very thought of me knocking him around seemed to make him a walking hard-on. I’d have to file that away for later.

  We finished our sandwiches and went into the living room to wait on the folks coming about the jobs. José came by a few minutes later.

  “Mike, amigo, what is wrong with your neck? It looks like you have some horrible rash. Should I call Maria and ask her to come and look at it for you?”

  “Thanks, José. I’ll be fine.” José was grinning, so I figured he knew exactly what was wrong with Mike’s neck.

  “Miguel, I am very worried about you, amigo. The rash looks like bite marks. Perhaps you were bitten by a dog with la rabia?”

  “It’s just a rash, José.”

  “Are you sure one of Porky’s friends did not come for you? It also looks like strangle marks.” José was having a hard time keeping from laughing now.

  “I’m gonna go out by the porch to bring the wrangler in when he gets here.” Mike beat a hasty retreat to the kitchen. José finally started laughing.

  “Boss, I hope you don’t get such
a horrible rash.”

  “Don’t worry, José, it ain’t gonna happen.”

  “Who is the first candidate, boss?”

  “She’s the cowgirl, Jeanette.” Just then I heard the door open and Mike greeting someone. He came in the living room in about a minute or so with Jeanette.

  I’d rodeoed with her for years. She’s a real sweetheart, but butch is an understatement. She’s about five-seven and very stocky. Her brown hair is cut very short, and she never wears makeup. She was dressed in old broken down boots, jeans, a flannel shirt, and a down vest. She smiled a greeting at me and held out her hand. I shook it and then gave her a hug. She hugged me back.

  “Jeanette, it is really nice to see you. You been keepin’ out of trouble?”

  “Only when I have to. Are you still datin’ that pansy from San Francisco?”

  “Not hardly; Mike, who ya just met, and I are kinda hitched up now.”

  “From his neck, it looks like you two are still on your honeymoon.” She looked Mike up and down.

  “You take care of Jeff, hear me? He’s a good man,” she said. “You look good for him; you two put me to mind of two peas in a pod.”

  “Jeanette, meet José. José is one of our wranglers here. We’ve known each other since we were teenagers. He’s the backup foreman.”

  “Pleased to meet ya.” They shook hands.

  “You’re planning on heardin’ dudes now, huh?”

  “Yeah, I also want to keep this a workin’ ranch, so I need wranglers who can do both.”

  “I told ya I’ve worked in a couple of dude ranches. I’m happy to give you that information if you wanna check. You know from the rodeos, I know how to wrangle.”

  José smiled at her. “Jeanette. You know we have one bunkhouse. We all have our own rooms, but we share the common area and kitchen. This is not a problem for you, no?”

  “No, if one of the other wranglers makes a move on me, I’ll kick his ass. Did Jeff tell you about the time we beat the shit outta two redneck homophobes in Albuquerque?” Mike and José both said, “No,” in unison.

  “We were both buckin’ in the New Mexico Gay Rodeo. Me and Jeff was headed out for breakfast at Los Cuates. We was walkin’ across the hotel parkin’ lot, when some redneck called me a dyke and told me I just need a good man. I told him I’m more of a man than he is, and he jumped me. His friend started runnin’ toward us. Jeff knocked the friend out cold right away. I knocked a few teeth outta the first guy, and then Jeff and I left for breakfast.” They were both staring at her in a mixture of fear and awe.

  “Jeffy, told us about the time the bull stepped on you,” Mike said.

  “All part of a rodeo.”

  “Jeff, will your dudes be gay only or you gonna open it to everyone?”

  “Everyone.”

  “Good, I’m pretty good teachin’ kids to ride and such.”

  “Great. José, you wanna show Jeanette the bunkhouse and barn?”

  “You’ll let me know, Jeff?” She gave me a rib crushin’ hug.

  “Today. Just keep your cell phone on.”

  She turned to Mike. “If you’re Jeff’s partner, you’re okay.” She gave another bone crushin’ hug to Mike, before she and José walked out. As they did José gave me a thumbs up sign behind his back.

  “What did ya think of Jeanette, Mike?”

  “She’s really sweet. She comes on all rough and tough, but she seems to have a heart of gold.”

  “She does, and she’s good at her job.”

  “Go for it then. Hire her. I’m gonna get somethin’ to drink before the next one gets here. You want somethin’?”

  “How ’bout some of that iced tea you made.”

  “You got it, Jeff.” Mike disappeared into the kitchen and returned a few minutes later with two glasses of iced tea. José followed with his own glass.

  “Boss, she is a very nice lady. We were talking about stock, and she knows how to cowboy.”

  “So you think we should go ahead with her?”

  “Sí. I also think if you have gay people here, she will be nice for the girls.”

  “Good point, José.” We chatted for a few minutes, and then Mike turned to José.

  “She can have my old room in the bunkhouse. I cleaned it up good. I can also put a ‘Ladies’ sign on one of the bathrooms in the bunkhouse.”

  Just about that time, we were interrupted by a knock on the door. Mike went to get it. He returned a few minutes later with a real tall guy about six-three or six-four. The guy was stocky too.

  “Howdy there. I’m Jeff, and this is José. I reckon you and Mike met.”

  “Herb Renford.” He stuck his hand out, and we all shook.

  “So tell me about your cowboyin’ experience.”

  “I’ve worked mostly on dude ranches. I’m pretty good at teaching beginners how to ride, and good taking care of horses. I was a stable boy in a riding school before I started working on dude ranches.”

  “How well do you ride, Herb?”

  “Okay I guess. Well enough to ride with the dudes and help when we have them participate in roundup. I’m not the world’s greatest cowboy since I didn’t grow up with it, but I’m not bad. I’m happy to show you if you’d like.”

  Mike looked at him. “How come you want to work at a dude ranch? Do you have a hotel background?”

  “No. I’ve been doing it ever since I dropped out of college. One of my cousins worked on a dude ranch when he was in college. He told me when he was all dressed up as a cowboy, women would come knocking on the door to his room almost every night. I like being around the horses, and I really like the steady supply of ready women.”

  José swore in Spanish under his breath. “Híjole, pinche cabrón.”

  “Hey, speak English, I don’t speak beaner.”

  José smiled, but it was a cold smile. His eyes were like ice.

  “I forget sometimes,” José said. “Jeff and I speak Spanish all the time.”

  “Hey, don’t worry about it. We all screw up once in a while.”

  José continued to smile that icy, dangerous smile at Herb. “Herb, tell me, if we had a gay couple or a lesbian couple here as guests, would you have any problems with them?”

  “I might be able to convert the dykes. All they need is a good man. The fags better keep away from me. You guys know how it is, them fags prancing around, talking like women. I think they just want to be women. Some fag comes knocking on my door at night, and I’ll kick the shit out of him.”

  I looked at him. “What if he kicked the shit out of you?”

  He stared back and then looked away. He let out a laugh that sounded more like a bray. “You’re joking, right? No fag could take me.”

  Mike had scooted over closer to me. I put my hand on his shoulder and began to rub.

  “I could kick the shit outta you with one hand tied behind my back,” I said. “The way I see it, Herbie, is someone who’s so homophobic is hidin’ somethin’. After all, there’s nothin’ more homophobic than a closet case.”

  “You’re kidding me. Why do you care about fags?”

  I leaned over and kissed Mike. “Mike and I are partners, and in much more than business.” I stood up. Mike and José stood up also. “I think you better get your bigoted ass outta here before I kick it into next week.”

  “Fucking fags.” As he turned to stomp out, he spit at me. He missed me, but hit José who was closest. José began to move, but I beat him to the punch. Herb was half turned when I slammed into him. He wasn’t expecting it, and he was on the ground with me on top of him in a flash. I grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back and up.

  “Okay asswipe, you need to apologize for bein’ a stupid closet case, or I’ll break your arm.”

  “Fuck you, fag!” I pulled his arm further up and twisted it harder.

  “It’s gonna break, shit for brains. To get me to let up, all you gotta do is say ‘I’m sorry for bein’ a stupid asswipe closet case’.”

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  “Herbie, you’re startin’ to bore me. Kickin’ your sorry ass ain’t even made me break a sweat. I reckon I just better break your arm and be done with it. I reckon you’re like all the straight trash that talks big about the women they’ve had. Just they haven’t had any, it’s all talk. I just can’t see anyone, woman or man, stupid enough to knock on your door.” I applied a bit more pressure.

  “I’ll call the sheriff!” His voice had gone high and was all panicky.

  “You just go right ahead, asswipe. Sheriff Johnston and I are real good friends. Mike and I just had Sunday dinner over there a few weeks ago. You go right ahead and call him. You started this. I’m just defendin’ my home, right, Mike?”

  “That’s right, Jeffy, he called you a fag and then swung at you; I saw it. Didn’t you, José?”

  “Sí, Miguel. I see him insult and try to fight mi amigo, Jeff. But he is not a man enough to take Jeff. He is a little puta pinche cabrón.”

  “Fu… ugh! Stop it! Stop! You’re gonna break it! Stop, please.”

  I had increased the pressure. The arm was close to breakin’ or poppin’ outta the socket. “Just tell me you’re not man enough to fight a fag. I’m more of a man than you ever could be. So’s Mike and so’s José; I wanna hear you say that, and say ‘sir’ to your betters.” I applied just a tiny bit more pressure.

  “I’m sorry, sir. You’re more of a man than me, sir. Sir, you’re all better men than me, sir please, please. I’m not man enough to fight a fa, a gay person, sir. Please stop, sir.” He was cryin’ like a little baby. I released some of the pressure and half pushed, half carried him out the door. I pushed him down the stairs. He glared up at me, hatred mixed with fear.

  “You got somethin’ to say, Herbie?”

  “No.”

  “You ain’t from around here. Everyone in this town knows about me. I been out since I was sixteen. They accept me. Now, Herbie, we all got our prejudices, but decent folk try to work around ’em. You ain’t never gonna work in this valley. I’ll see to that. Now get the hell outta here.” He slunk off to his beat up old car. Once he had the engine started he gave me the finger. I jumped off the porch and went running at him. He took off so fast he missed a curve on the driveway, went over some rocks, and blew a tire. I just laughed. He kept going. I turned around; Mike and José were on the porch.