Business Manager in a Barn

Chapter 09

Business Manager in a Barn

Chapter 9

The following morning came too early. He had spent half the night in his bed, shifting between fantasizing, masturbating and daydreaming. Somewhere in the night he had probably dozed as well because his alarm clock jerked him out of a light sleep. Groaning and creaking, he hobbled with his crutches into the kitchen and made himself coffee. It was cheap and did not have the appealing smell of roasted beans but it was black and strong enough to make the spoon stand up on its own. It did the deed.

Tom had been right, both Fluffy and Lion's Tooth were making quite the fuss outside. The heat of the mare seemed to deepen. Wherever she went, the gelding seemed to be glued to her backside. Several times he tried to mount her but she kicked him away fiercely until he gave up around lunchtime.

Ben tried to focus on the news that he was reading on his phone but found his mind drift elsewhere. No matter how hard he tried, his eyes came up to the two horses. Seeing how hard Lion's Tooth was trying made him realize that he himself was lonely too.

So far he had only been with a man once. In a shady nightclub way outside of town. Scared that someone might recognize him, he had dyed his hair black for the night. On his nose had been the biggest set of sunglasses that one could imagine. He had probably looked suspiciously inconspicuous. Like the kind of cartoon figure that has holes cut in the newspaper and then follows the observed person directly. It had been nothing but a quick fling. A jerkoff. And not even that. Prior to his encounter he had drunk himself almost into a stupor. To be brave enough to even talk to the man and ask him for sexual favors. Unfortunately he had been too drunk to perform and after twenty minutes of failure he had shoved five hundred bucks into his hand and went home for the night.

After that he had been too scared to try again. Too scared to be recognized, he had even shaved his head blank the next morning to make sure that not even the faintest trace of black hair remained. Homosexual men were seen as weak in his business. And everything weak was prey.

However, his mishap in the club had not hindered him to check out certain pages on the internet. To gaze at pictures and movies, fantasizing his lonely nights away. Fantasies that also helped when he was not alone. Which happened far too often with way too many women.

The silence around him jerked him out of his thoughts. After the constant noise and jostle of the city, the countryside was eerily quiet. The silence was like a large beast beating powerfully against his eardrums. Desperate for noise he took out a pair of headphones and switched on music. Club music blasted into his ears, assaulting them with their beats. Growling, Ben jerked them out of his ears in an instant. Club music did not fit in here. He didn't fit in here. Suddenly angry he grabbed the earphones and threw them as far as he could. They landed somewhere in the yard, vanishing among the old cobblestone.

"Hey prettyboy! You're like, all right?"

The jolliness in the voice made Ben wince. Kate was the last person that he wanted to talk to right now. But there she came driving a cabriolet into the yard. Waving as she switched the engine off and hollering all the way up to him.

"Heya pretty one! I thought that since you're like, injured, I could bring you something." She held out a basked with an honest to god red and white striped blanket on top. Was anything about this woman not stolen from a cliche or Hollywood movies?

"Look, I've got ya blueberry muffins. Me and my Momma made them yesterday. They're like, the best in the world. We even have some with bacon and cheese and deep-fried them."

Nope, apparently absolutely everything was cliche. Even the food she served.

"Thanks, I don't like sweets", he mumbled. Hastily he added "Or deep-fried things."