“Oh Lord, Ollie.You’re killing me here.My pants are a little tight.”
“No doubt.Anyway, I got some great photos.”
“Anyway, I got some great photos,” he imitated me in a sardonic tone.“Bastard.”
“Oh, come on.Can’t you be happy for me?”
“No.Yes.I don’t know.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Suddenly, my life seems so very boring and conservative.I need to up my game.”There was a pause.“Where do they find their trainers?”
“Not at CIBC.”
“Fuck you.”
I laughed.“Fuck you too.Anyway, I’ve got to go.I’m shooting Puck’s training session this afternoon, and I want to chill for a bit first.It’s been a busy day.”
“Mm hmm.You mean you want to enjoy a quick wank.”
“That’s not a bad idea.”
“I wish I could do the same.I officially hate you, by the way.Keep me updated.Please, keep me updated.”
“Sure.Bye.”
We ended the call and I got a glass of water and made sure I had some lube before I sat on the edge of the bed and took myself in hand, recalling the things I’d witnessed that morning and yesterday.It didn’t take long, and I was glad to take the edge off before lying down and trying to read a chapter of the book I’d brought with me.
But I couldn’t concentrate and gave up after ten minutes.
*
THE WEATHER WAScooler today.In fact, I had found the outdoors a little chilly that morning, so I grabbed an orange and black plaid button-down and threw it on over my black tank top leaving it unbuttoned.I’d forgotten to wear my baseball cap earlier, but put it on now, in case Kamal had Puck in the paddock again.
As I approached the arena, I noticed two figures in the nearby corral.When I got close, my heart rate sped up as I realized who they were.
Kamal.And Puck.
They were in the far corner.Kamal stood behind the young ponyboy, who was tacked in the standard gear–body harness, armbands, collar, cage, and boots.
No tail yet, which, to be honest, was a bit of a disappointment.
Kamal leaned close, his hand wrapped around Puck’s wrist, next to the armband which fastened to the one on Puck’s other forearm.He was speaking to Puck, who nodded occasionally and concentrated, his brow furrowed.
I kept my distance as they seemed to be enjoying a private moment.I chose a spot by the nearest fence and busied myself setting up my tripod and camera, which only took a few moments.
When I glanced up, they were in the same position, but Puck’s wide-eyed gaze was on me as he listened to Kamal.
When my gaze met his, the electric shock of cellular-level recognition hit me like a Mack truck.We barely knew each other, but there was a biological pull between us.That was for damn sure.Chemistry, attraction, allure, animal magnetism—whatever it was left no room for denial.I hadn’t felt anything close to this in years.My hookups had been random and quick, with people I was attracted to, in theory.But not with this level of instant combustion.They had been convenient, more than destined.
I was under no illusions that this was anything more than a situational obsession and would likely dissipate once we got to know each other a bit more, since that was always the way of things.I had already put him on a kinky pedestal, as my ideal sort-of cantankerous brat-boy in kinky pony play accessories.But I might as well enjoy it while it lasted.
My dick, which had become interested upon my spotting of the mostly naked ponyboy, now went full bore at the same time my gut churned with agitation.The potent current between us attracted Kamal’s attention, as Puck’s chest rose and fell more quickly, and he shifted his feet nervously.
Kamal looked up and followed Puck’s side-eyed gaze to me.The intimidating trainer narrowed his eyes but nodded and lifted a hand in acknowledgement of my presence.
I gave him a salute and returned my gaze to Puck’s.He had turned his head now to watch me.But Kamal said something else that made him wrench his gaze from mine and glare straight ahead, nodding in acquiescence.
