Doug Deeson's musings

Zeke stepped out of the bunkhouse.  He looked at the sun rising in the distance, stretched and started walking towards the barn.  Austin was already there; he’d led his palomino out and was checking the cinch and seating of the saddle.  “Morning,” Zeke nodded as he passed and went in to retrieve and saddle his own mount.   Daisy Mae was a large chestnut, gentle as could be though and he loved her.   He led her out of her stall and grabbed his saddle; he tossed the blanket over her back then hefted the saddle up into place and began fastening and checking straps. He spent a few minutes tightening the straps and adjusting for her comfort.   Daisy Mae stood placidly through it all.   Picking up her reigns he led her out to find Austin packing up their supplies on their pack horse. They’d be out for a day or two, there were several calves missing and they were on a mission to find them.   There were a couple of places where they suspected that the...

The season was just getting ready to start, the final spring training games were underway. Spring training was also a time for the Umps to get in shape, to re-hone their skill set before the season begins.  Carl had been in Florida for about six weeks now and he was feeling a bit lonely, single and not one for the clubs, his closeted life left him isolated.  He did have dinner a few nights a week with his fellow umps and he had good friends there, and while they were friends, they just were not good enough friends to warm his bed.  And honestly, he was getting tired of stroking off. He'd gotten to the park early, what else was there to do he’d thought.   He drove into the parking lot which the umpires shared with the players and pulled into a spot.   A sporty convertible – a Benz, he later found out – pulled into the spot beside him, music blaring.   He glanced but didn’t really look, just drawn by the movement and noise. He shut off his engine, popped hi...

  Cal, Zack and I I met Cal when I was four.   We became best friends and were inseparable.   Cal was a ginger, fair skinned, freckles, a bit taller than I am and his cock was uncut, which was a novelty for me. We did everything together.   Played baseball and swam every day in the summer, we’d do sleep overs at each other’s homes, regularly. And as we reached puberty, Cal and I had begun exploring together. He grew to be about 2 inches taller than I was, with a thick build and no body hair to speak of, except the mop of red hair on his head, and pubes and pits, both fiery red.   That exploration had grown from same room jerking to mutual masturbation to sucking and then fucking each other. The first time we fucked, well he fucked me, was just after his father passed.   We were alone in my basement, which my brother’s and I had set up as our club house, and he was crying.   I hugged him and we kissed then next thing I know he’d spun me around and his...

  In the morning, he drove to the nursery, he’d pre-ordered his material and plants and the items had been pulled for him already.   He paid the bill, and they helped him load the supplies into his truck bed.   He got a text from Josh that he’d be heading to his office and wouldn’t be home when Kevin got there. Kevin backed into the drive, and began unloading the soil, fertilizer, and plants.   He carried everything back and started his work.   The day was the hottest so far and he was drenched in sweat, so much so that he tossed his shirt after barely half an hour. He dug the beds, blended in fertilizer and new topsoil then began on planting the small beds in the back, they were shade beds, so it was marginally cooler but he was still soaked through. Around one, he stopped for lunch and sat on the cabana stoop eating his sandwich.   He popped into the garage and grabbed a water (he’d had several across the morning).   He just couldn’t cool off. ...