You were a farm worker, just going on a fun little midnight stroll as you tended to do. You didn't see much; the usual animals and nature, as well as a lost guy freaking out and holding his phone to his face. Oh, no, that last one was NOT a usual. You quickly stopped in your tracks and approached the panicked man. Clearly, he wasn't from around here, wearing an outfit more attuned to the city folk. "Damn it- fuck! Not now! Come on.." He smacked his phone a few times before finally looking up, seeing you approach. "I don't have any change on me." He hissed, waving you away and assuming you were some kind of hobo. Micah pushed up his sunglasses and stared at you for a moment, finally taking a second to look at who he was talking to. A.. cowboy? He didn't know or care. "Also..do you where can I get reception around here? My..stupid car broke down, and I can't call a tow truck." The man mumbled that last part.

Micah narrows his eyes at the man's aggressive tone, but doesn't back down. He senses that the man is just trying to assert dominance and make himself feel superior. "No, I don't think you're a beggar. I was just trying to help. And as for your offer..thanks but no thanks. I can push my own car." He says coolly, not wanting to owe the man anything. However, he does take note of the man's warning and considers following him to the nearby houses to try and find some signal. "Lead the way, then. But try not to boss me around so much, I'm not a kid." He adds with a small smirk.

Micah rolls his eyes at the man's taunts, but he begrudgingly admits to himself that the man has a point. He should probably help push the car, lest they be stuck here all night. "Fine, fine. I'm coming." He sighs, walking over to the car and helping to push it up the hill. "I like to take midnight drives sometimes. Helps clear my head. And as for the car..well, it's not really mine." He admits, feeling a twinge of guilt. "It belongs to one of my bandmates. We were supposed to go into the city tomorrow for a gig." He explains, trying to offer some explanation for why he's driving such an expensive car.

Micah nods in agreement as the man speaks, feeling grateful for his kindness despite the man's gruff exterior. "Yeah, you're right. I wasn't really thinking that far ahead." He admits sheepishly, feeling a bit foolish. "Thank you for helping me out, by the way. I owe you one." He offers, though he's not exactly sure how he'll repay the man. When the man talks to the owner of the garage and offers him a place to sleep, Micah is surprised once again by his kindness. "You really don't have to do all this, you know." He says, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the man's generosity.

Micah nods, feeling a sense of gratitude towards the man. "I really appreciate it, man. Thank you." He says earnestly, wanting to convey his gratitude towards the man. When he offers Micah a place to sleep, Micah is taken aback. "Are you sure?" He asks, not wanting to impose on the man's kindness. "I don't want to intrude or anything." He adds, feeling a bit hesitant.

Micah nods before following the man up the hill. The ride was long and tiring, and he's eager to finally get some rest. When they arrive at the man's house, Micah takes a moment to breathe in the fresh air that his city-living lungs so desperately crave. "This place is nice." He remarks, finding himself suddenly speechless. It's not often he sees such a natural setting like this; all concrete and steel back home. "Thanks again for letting me stay here." He says quietly, feeling awkward about imposing on the man's hospitality.

Micah chuckles, shaking his head. "I'm good, just a little drained from the ride. I appreciate the offer." He says with a grateful smile before declining the water. "But thanks for thinking about it." Micah adds, feeling touched by the man's attentiveness. When he's offered the chance to borrow clothes, Micah can't help but smile; it's not everyday someone offers him clothes. "Thanks, I'd really appreciate it." He says, feeling a pang of embarrassment as he thinks about how this man is going out of his way to make him comfortable in his own home.

Micah follows the man to his bedroom, feeling a bit awkward as he watches him rummage through his clothes. When he offers him a pair of clothing that is clearly larger than him, Micah can't help but let out a soft chuckle. "I doubt it." He quips, taking the clothes from him and holding them up to himself. They are indeed bigger than what he usually wears, but for some reason, Micah doesn't seem to mind. "It fits, thanks." He says with a grateful smile before disappearing into the bathroom to change.

As Micah emerges from the bathroom, he notices the cowboy lying shirtless on a small sofa, with his legs exposed. Feeling a twinge of discomfort, he quickly averts his gaze and finds a spot to sit down. "Thanks again for letting me stay here." He says, feeling the need to break the silence. "I really appreciate it."

Micah glances down at his baggy clothes before laughing along with the cowboy. "Yeah, they look great." He says, feeling more comfortable now that the cowboy seemed to be in high spirits. When he's told he can sleep on the bed, Micah hesitates for a moment. "Are you sure? I don't want to kick you out of your own bed." He says, feeling a bit guilty about taking up so much space in this man's home.

Micah looks at the cowboy, still lying comfortably on the sofa with his arms behind his head and his hairy chest on display. He can't help but admire the man before him, unable to deny his attraction to this older, more experienced guy. Despite the age difference and the fact that they've just met, Micah feels a strange pull towards the cowboy, fueling his curiosity and desire. "Alright then," he says, walking over to the bed and laying down on it cautiously. "Good night."

The next morning, Micah wakes up to the sound of birds chirping outside. He glances over at the small sofa where the cowboy had fallen asleep and feels a pang of guilt for being drawn to this hardworking man who clearly needs his rest more than anyone. He gets up quietly, not wanting to disturb the sleeping cowboy. As he starts to prepare breakfast, he can't help but feel a mix of curiosity and excitement about the day ahead. He'll have to find a way to help the cowboy while also exploring this newfound attraction between them.

Micah smiles at the cowboy, feeling flattered by his laughter and the playful teasing. "Well, some skills are universal, I suppose." He quips back, trying to keep things lighthearted. As the cowboy walks towards him in just his boxer shorts, Micah can't help but admire the man's toned legs and muscular body. Feeling a sudden surge of desire, he quickly averts his gaze, not wanting to make the situation awkward between them.

Micah looks up at the cowboy, unable to hide his mischievous smile. "Oh, I wouldn't say I snooped," he chuckles, "but I did happen upon your wallet lying on the table...should we discuss what we have here?" He holds up the wallet, winking playfully.

Micah raises an eyebrow, feeling a sudden thrill of anticipation. "Well," he begins, feigning innocence, "I found a couple of…unusual photos that made me question your taste in selfies." He winks at the cowboy, his heart racing as he enjoys the playful banter between them. Micah is well-aware of the spicy photo, and the thought of seeing it makes him feel both anxious and excited.

Micah smirks, feeling his heart racing as the cowboy approaches him. "Well, I suppose you'll just have to show me if you want me to keep quiet," he teases, letting his gaze wander over the cowboy's muscular body. "As for the rest...let's just say you have some interesting credit card transactions." He winks again, secretly hoping to push the cowboy's buttons a little.

Micah meets the cowboy's gaze, his heart racing as he feels an electric tension between them. "Well, I wouldn't necessarily say we're all rude," he quips, his eyes lingering on the photo of the cowboy. "But some of us are definitely curious." He leans in closer to get a better look, his mouth going dry as he feels his desire growing. "I'd say that photo is quite...eye-catching." He licks his lips, wondering what it would feel like to touch the cowboy's body.

Micah's eyes widen as he sees the photo, his heart racing with desire. "Oh fuck," he mutters under his breath, feeling his arousal growing as he stares at the cowboy. "That...is definitely something." He licks his lips, feeling an ache between his legs. "I mean...if you're offering." He grins, feeling his heart pounding in his chest.

Micah feels a rush of excitement as the cowboy confronts him, his eyes blazing with lust. "I...I mean," he stammers, feeling a little nervous under the man's intense gaze. "I couldn't help it, you know? You're just so damn...hot." He bites his lip, feeling his desire growing stronger by the second. "And yeah...I guess I did kind of have a thing for you. Is that so wrong?"

Micah feels a surge of excitement as the cowboy kisses him, his mind racing with desire. "I'm sorry..." he whispers, staring into the man's eyes, feeling their intense passion. "I...I just couldn't help it. You're so hot." He bites his lip, wondering if this is really happening. "Please...I want to touch you." He moans, feeling his arousal growing stronger. "Show me what you have under those pants."

Micah can feel his heart racing with excitement as he walks over to the cowboy, not able to resist his physical pull any longer. He steps between the man's legs and runs his hands over the cowboy's chest, feeling his muscles ripple under his touch. "I'm so sorry..." he whispers, leaning in to kiss the man's neck. He can feel the cowboy's arousal growing, and he feels a surge of desire deep in his own body.

He reaches down to undo the man's pants, feeling butterflies in his stomach. When he finally exposes the cowboy's growing erection, he gasps in pleasure, feeling his own arousal growing even more intense. "You're...you're so big," he murmurs, reaching out to grasp the man's cock in his hand. In that moment, nothing else matters except the intense passion they share for each other.

Micah blushes, feeling a little shy under the man's intense gaze. "I...I'm Micah," he whispers, feeling his desire growing again as the cowboy looks at him so intensely. "And...and I do respect you, I just...I couldn't help it. You're just so hot." He bites his lip, gazing into the man's eyes as he starts to undress him again. "Please, let me touch you."

The cowboy laughs softly, his hands

Micah grins, feeling a rush of excitement as he learns the cowboy's name. "Miguel..." he whispers, exploring the unusual name. "It's a beautiful name." He reaches out again to touch Miguel's erection, feeling its size in his hand.

He begins to stroke gently, wanting to make Miguel feel good. As he does so, he starts to kiss the man's neck, tasting his skin and feeling a surge of desire in his own body. "I...I want to please you, Miguel." He moans, feeling their connection growing deeper with each passing moment.

Micah continues to stroke Miguel's erection, feeling it grow even harder in his hand. He groans in pleasure as the cowboy moans into his neck, feeling their bodies growing closer and closer with each passing moment.

He leans in to kiss Miguel's lips, feeling their tongues explore each other's mouths as they share an intimate moment together. With each passing second, his desire grows more intense, and he feels like he could explode at any moment.

He presses his body closer to Miguel's, feeling their chests rub together as he continues to stroke his erection. "You feel so good, Miguel..." he moans, lost in his own pleasure as he services the cowboy.

Micah's eyes widen as he sees Miguel's erection for the first time, feeling his desire grow even stronger. He reaches out to touch it again, feeling its length and girth as it throbs in his hand.

He starts to stroke Miguel's cock more aggressively, wanting to take him to new heights of pleasure. With each passing moment, he feels like he's losing himself in this experience, feeling their bodies merge into one.

"Your dick is so hot?" Micah moans, his voice thick with lust as he continues to touch the cowboy. He leans in to Kiss Miguel's neck, sucking lightly on the skin as he explores every inch of the man's body with his hands. "I want to make you cum, Miguel..." he murmurs, feeling a

Miguel's sudden move takes Micah by surprise, but he doesn't resist as the cowboy gets on his knees and starts to explore his body with his mouth. He moans in pleasure as Miguel licks the tip of his erection, watching in fascination as his cock is surrounded by the man's lips.

He thread his hands through Miguel's hair, guiding the Cowboy as he sucks him deeper into his mouth. "Fuck..." he moans, feeling like he's about to explode from the intense sensations coursing through his body.

Micah gazes down at Miguel's erection, still in his hand, and leans down to suck on the man's balls, wanting to drive him wild with desire. His tongue darts out to flick at them, tasting the

Micah groans at the intensity of Miguel's sucking, feeling his own climax approaching quickly. He leans back against the counter, placing one hand on Miguel's head to guide him.

"Oh, fuck," he moans. "You're so good at this."

Feeling Miguel's tongue licking at his balls, Micah shudders with pleasure. "I love it," he admits, his voice thick with desire. "Your mouth feels so fucking amazing."

He bucks his hips, meeting Miguel's mouth with every thrust, wanting to feel more of the man's tongue and lips on his cock. "Don't stop," he urges, lost in the ecstasy of the moment.

Micah sighs in relief as Miguel pulls back, his throbbing erection slippery with spit. He can't help but smile wryly at the cowboy's comment.

"Yeah," he says, pulling Miguel up to face him. "I guess I'm not exactly small." He smirks, teasing Miguel playfully. "But don't worry, I promise to take it slow and make sure you enjoy this too."

As he pulls Miguel closer, Micah reaches down to grip the cowboy's erection, stroking him roughly. "Now, let me return the favor," he says, his voice low and husky. "Get on the counter, and spread your legs."

He watches with hunger-filled eyes as Miguel climbs onto the counter, spreading his legs

Micah can't help but stare at Miguel's naked form, the man spread open before him. His eyes trace over the taut muscles, the hair-covered body, and he feels a surge of desire race through him.

"What am I going to do to you?" He repeats the question in a low voice, his eyes never leaving Miguel's body. "I'm going to make sure you feel every inch of this cock," he says, gripping his erection again. "I'm going to fuck you until you scream my name."

Micah's grips tighten on his erection as Miguel speaks, the air between them charged with a mixture of challenge and desire. He can feel the heat rising in his cheeks, but he doesn't back down.

"Is that so?" He says, his voice low and threatening. "Just because I'm from the city doesn't mean I'm helpless." He takes a step closer to Miguel, their bodies almost touching. "I might be young, but I know what I want, and right now, I want you."

He thrusts forward, pressing the head of his cock against Miguel's entrance. "You think you can dismiss me so easily? Well, you've got another thing coming," he grunts, pushing forward.

Micah can't help the triumphant smirk that crosses his face as he pushes himself further into Miguel. The older man's words only fuel his fire, making him push even harder.

"Doesn't matter how big I am, or how well-endowed," he says, his voice low and gravelly with desire. "All that matters is that you feel every inch of me." He grips Miguel's hips, pulling him back against Micah's upward thrusts. "You might be a cowboy, but I'm ready to pup on you like none other."

With every thrust, he feels himself sink deeper into Miguel, his cock sliding smoothly in and out of the tighter, more resistant entrance. Forest green eyes meet deep blue ones, locked in a battle of dominance

Micah's heart races, eyes locked with Miguel's as he's pulled closer. It's an intense moment - one that makes his entire body hum with electricity.

"As much as I want to..." Micah breathes, hip thrust pressing him deeper into Miguel, "I don't think I can look at you in the eye while I fuck you like this." He admits, his face burning with shame and excitement. The power dynamic is intoxicating; despite the teary look on Miguel's face, there's somethingoyis

Micah doesn't resist as Miguel pulls him in for a kiss, their lips meeting with passionate ferocity. The older man's words make heat spread through his entire body, reaching his core with aCHIGNILDLECCHAJJS flames flaring higher.

His hands clasp onto the older man's narrow hips, pulling him closer still as they kiss. Despite the tinge of embarrassment that comes from being called "little boy" or "brat", Micah can'treally complain -it'sdifficult not to get lost in the overwhelming sensation of being wanted by someone like Miguel. It doesn't last forever but while it lasts