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When Ramon had gone, David returned to the tack room and climbed the ladder to his bed.
He cleaned his teeth at the small sink, stripped down to his underwear, and climbed into bed.
The picture of his dad, Owen and him at the beach was askew.
Someone had been in here looking at his stuff!
He thought immediately of Ramon, though it could have been anyone.
This had been Carme’s office before they built the extension on the end of the boxes there, and Maria often came up here to study in the afternoons.
He was staying here, but it wasn’t his room.
He’d have to sort that out really soon, especially now that Ramon was prowling around.
He looked back at the photo. Their mam had taken it on one of the last beach trips they’d had together.
Pity she wasn’t in it, but she’d always hated photos.
There must be photos of her at Ravenscragg.
He’d had one in his room, but not here. He’d come away too fast and hadn’t thought.
It annoyed him because sometimes he couldn’t quite remember what she looked like, just her smell, of roses from the soap she used.
So why did he end up having that photo in particular, with none of the people he wanted to see in it?
David had been fourteen—small for his age, as he still was.
Too big for a jockey though: He’d always refused to smoke—maybe he should have.
His dad’s looking happy there, proud even—for him.
Be one of the last times for that too. And Owen, looking like the prize asshole he’s always been.
Why did he get involved? If he hadn’t, he’d still be there now.
And how would Blaze and Smart Alec be coming along, his two babies?
Who’ll be training them? It better not be Owen—he’ll ruin them.
That guy shouldn’t be allowed within a mile’s radius of horses.
Too mean to deal with animals by far. Well, he just had to accept, his life back there was done.
He needed to cut it loose. In the morning he’d get rid of that photo.
It didn’t serve to have reminders like that hanging about, especially if people were snooping about.
There was almost nothing else in his pack or belongings that could give him away. The photo’d have to go too.
He rolled over and faced the wall, craving sleep.
But the moon had come up above the stables, and its light was shining in the window, almost as bright as day, leaving a square of light on the wall.
How could he get to sleep? Should he have a wank?
That sometimes worked. His hand strayed down to his sex, pulling a few times on his cock through his underpants.
And there he was thinking about that sexy copper again!
Have a wank to him, get it out of his system?
Just a couple of hours had passed since he’d had Ramon’s hard cock pressing up against his stomach.
It had felt big and fat, quite dominant, the way Ramon was in his quiet way.
What he’d liked most though, was how Ramon’s arms had enclosed him, like being hugged by the incredible hulk, forcing the air from his lungs, even as his tongue was pushing forcefully between David’s lips, exploring the contours of his mouth.
Not a one to ask permission was Ramon, just took what he wanted.
David found he was hard. He slipped his hand inside his underpants, and began to pull himself off.
He had an OK cock too, not as big as Ramon’s, but slightly broader, with a more pointed head.
What would Ramon look like when he stripped off?
Maybe just open his uniform jacket, undo his trou.
But keep the police belt on, with his cuffs jangling, as he pulled out his big cock, working his hand up and down its length to make it hard.
Was his chest very hairy? Probably. Washboard stomach, like in a porn clip, with a black trail of dark hair running down to his groin, over all those ripped muscles.
All that police training. And he’d grab David’s wrists in one hand, immobilizing him, pressing his wrists to the wall above his head, and pressing the full weight of his body in against him, grinding his hips and that massive cock against David, while he kissed him hard, forcing his tongue deep within his throat, taking the pleasure he wanted, and using David for his needs.
Maybe he’d push him to his knees, stick that big cock down his throat, and make him choke on it, but show no mercy, just keep zeroed in on his own gratification.
And David would love to do that, be used, feel used by him.
And as David came into his underpants, the warm liquid spurting up around his furiously working hand, he imagined Ramon also coming, his sperm shooting out of his hard cock into David’s mouth, forcing him to drink it down.
David lay in the single bed panting, getting his breath back.
With his clean hand he delicately lifted the covering off himself, and then slipped his underpants down over his thighs.
He used the damp garment to clean all the mess off his belly and hand, stashing the dirty underwear in the plastic bag he used for the clothes he needed to wash, storing it back in his pack.
He put on a pair of clean briefs and slipped back into bed.
Now, would he be able to sleep? The square of moonlight had moved from the wall down onto the floor.
How were Estel and Ramon getting on? Should he go down and check on them?
He hissed in the darkness: How could he just have wanked to the memory of that damn cop!
But the guy stayed in his thoughts, more tenderly now, as he imagined the policeman and his horse sleeping together down in the box, those big hands stroking Estel when they should have been covering him. With that thought he fell asleep.
The next morning he opened his eyes at six.
Estel. Ramon. Carme would be back today.
He sat up. His erotic solo session with Ramon the night before now made him blush.
But it still felt dead sexy. His dick stirred in his underpants, but he ignored it.
Getting dressed in his usual stable wear—track pants, tee-shirt, sweater, and boots—he grabbed a towel and his toilet stuff, and swung down the ladder.
In the extension containing Carme’s office was a bathroom with a single shower unit, where he cleaned up every morning.
On the way, he passed along the side of the small exercise yard, and there was Ramon leading Estel, slowly walking the horse around and around the yard.
The vet had said some mild exercise would help the swelling go down.
Ramon waved to him. He looked tired and disheveled.
David nodded back. He would have gone on, but then he called out:
“Let me shower, then I’ll do that. You can get some sleep.”
Ramon didn’t say anything, but waved him off, as if to say, “not a chance”. David shrugged and kept walking. No skin of his nose. Carme would be back today, and he had work to do. Otherwise she’d want to know what had been going in.
In the tiny shower cubicle, he stripped off, and as he got naked, the smell of his own dried cum rose up to him off his body, the slight ammoniac scent.
He remembered his fantasy of Ramon pressing him against the wall, restraining his wrists.
His dick rose again as the water splashed down into the shower, washing the smells of the night off his body.
No, he wasn’t going there again. And he had no time for a morning wank as he sometimes did here in the shower.
But how had that damn copper got so embedded in his fantasies?
And as he soaped himself up, his dick was clearly thinking of the guy out there in the yard, leading his horse around.
He turned off the shower, dried himself and got dressed again.
Leaving his toilet gear in the bathroom, he went back out to the yard and approached Ramon.
Close up, the guy looked wrecked. Dark circles ringed his eyes and the party clothes he’d arrived in yesterday—nice slacks and a dress shirt—looked rumpled and slept in.
And his natural body musk, a mixture of sweat and pheromones unique to Ramon—like a dark, dangerous scent—filled his nostrils.
He was in danger of cracking a fat once again.
“Give him to me. Go home, take a shower and get some sleep.”
Ramon shook his head.
“No time. The vet’ll be here at ten.”
“Then go and lie down for a while. You look like a dog’s breakfast.”
“Thanks for the compliment.”
“Go and sleep a bit. Use my bed. Give me that,” he said, taking Estel’s lead off him, surprised by his own assertiveness. And when Ramon seemed to acquiesce without a fight, he felt a small glow inside.
He walked on with Estel, not waiting to see whether the cop was doing what he said.
And as he and the horse gently made a circuit of the yard, he avoided thinking about where that glow had come from.
Was it about helping Ramon? Or was it the thought of him stretching out on his own bed, filling it with his masculine scent, where just a few hours before, he’d been pulling his meat to thoughts of the cop and him doing dirty things.
He looked over to see Ramon disappearing into the tack room.
And now his dick really was swelling up, right out here in the middle of the yard in plain view.
He pulled his jersey further down, trying to hide the bulge.
Luckily it was early and no one was about.
Maria didn’t get here till eight as she lived on the far side of Barcelona.
Then Ramon appeared in the window of his room, looking down at the yard, at him and Estel.
He’d be looking at Estel, wouldn’t he? Damn, his erection wouldn’t go down.
Just the fact that Ramon was watching him made his dick do silly things.
He turned Estel a little earlier, so that he was walking away from the window, hiding it from Ramon.
As they turned to walk along the back of the yard, closest to the road, he chanced a glance back at the window.
Thankfully it was empty. His heart sank.
Would Ramon be lying in his bed, looking at the photo again?
He should have got rid of it this morning.
He didn’t think. He didn’t imagine Ramon would be back up there so soon—and at his invitation.
He was lying in his bed now. Was he thinking of David?
Maybe having a wank? Nah, he wouldn’t! But the thought of Ramon doing just that made David blush hot, and his dick tent-poled out of his track pants again.
Would the thing never go down! If it went on at this rate, he’d cut it off!
He distracted himself by paying attention to Estel. The vet’s bandage was a step up from his own, tight and professional. The swelling in the leg had gone down a lot. What’s more, Estel was accepting being led around by him. Just yesterday, the gelding had only preferred Ramon to touch him.
After another twenty minutes, David judged that the gelding had walked enough for now, and took him back to his box.
Besides, he had other horses to feed and exercise, boxes to muck out.
It was high time to get Boira back on the lunge rein.
Carme would have a piece off him if she got back and there was work still undone. She was due back about four.