Montana, Mine, addresses a young man’s inner struggles with his sexuality and also his denouncement of his family’s empire, as well as his courage to allow himself to love by following his heart.
EXCERPT:
This past year on the ranch and away from the family business was a welcome change from the mundane life of prep school. Brandon had never felt so free. He lived among the ranch hands, many nights sleeping outside under a star studded clear blue sky. Unlike his life back east, he had plenty of free time to experience new adventures and meet new people, people who were happy with their lives on the ranch, the simple way of life, people to whom prestige and money were not required to validate their existence. It was during this year that he had met Dylan.
Saying little as they worked, Dylan’s mind returned to this morning when he had found himself watching Brandon as he washed his young body and wondered why this had bothered him so. His enjoyment of feeling Brandon’s warm body next to his during the night was somehow unsettling. He had been along these same paths every year since he could remember with many of his fellow ranchers, but Brandon was different. He felt a protectiveness toward him that he hadn’t felt with any of the others. “Was it because Brandon was a city boy unaccustomed to the hard life of the ranch?” Dylan wondered.
After the last embers of the fire had flickered to ashes, the two men readied themselves for another short night before they would be hard at it again early the next morning. While Dylan made certain the fire was completely out, Brandon sat on the bed and began to take his shirt off. After he had undressed except for his shorts, he sat on the edge of the bed drawing back the covers. Moving toward the small part of the room that contained the bed, Dylan was once again taken aback by the youthful skin of his young friend. He must have been watching Brandon for quite some time before he realized it, because when he finally snapped out of his trance he looked up to see Brandon looking back at him. Still fearing that Dylan was upset with him and just didn’t know how to confront him, Brandon said nothing and waited for Dylan to get into bed. Undressing as fast as he could, intimidated by the youthfulness of his friend’s body, Dylan silently slipped into the opposite side of the bed as Brandon. As Dylan was drifting off to sleep, he could feel Brandon thrashing about obviously not able to sleep.
He leaned up and kissed Brandon gently on the mouth, then continued his kissing and caressing of his inner thighs, then caressing his arousal. Brandon’s eyes were closed, his mind intent on his deep love for Dylan. Dylan’s mouth slowly but deliberately moved upward to the place his hands had just been. He couldn’t hold back any longer. He wanted Brandon, wanted to feel him, wanted to taste him, and suddenly his mouth was on his arousal, taking it wholly, as he heard Brandon let out a low moan. Dylan continued to pleasure Brandon, enjoying giving possibly as much, if not more, than Brandon enjoyed receiving. When Brandon’s pleasuring was complete, Dylan hoped he had not taken his young lover too far too fast, but Brandon leaned over and kissed him on the top of his head, which was Dylan’s reassurance that he had not.
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