Handsome by Hollywood standards, hot by gay standards, add in a fierce libido and what one saw was a man with a virile appetite for all ... for food, for life, definitely for men. It was an annual tradition that the resort he ran, alongside with his father and stepmother, closed down for the month of December. It was, for Johnny Lee, the advent of a new year. His birthday happened to coincide with Christmas Day, which is why, always feeling gipped of gifts occurring on only one day of the year, he took advantage of opportunities that went beyond the passing of months. In other words, if he saw something, someone, he wanted, he grabbed it. Unwrapped it. He tended to fuck it.

Right now, his prey was a pretty twink who went by the name of Trevor.

Capstone’s offered the dude ranch experience for those wishing to explore the mountains, ride horses, learn the ropes of rodeo life and that of the great outdoors. But with a gay angle. With a rainbow flag flying high above the property, there was no mistaking that Capstone’s represented a world where men could be men, macho in their outdoor exploits but also sexual in their indoor desires. The resort had made a name for itself, and in turn, made a name for Johnny Lee. His face alone could book a full week, and that’s what always happened. Eight men, all staying at the ranch for seven days and exploring their inner man.

Johnny Lee eyed Trevor. He was on the porch as the sun had begun to set, just after six in the evening. Night would fast fall, opening the possibilities of a final night for these men at the ranch. With each of the eight who had traveled from all parts, Johnny Lee would usually single out one guy that would be claimed as his prize. Usually, it would happen on the first night, Johnny making his choice and having his way with them the entire week. Yet this year it was different.

These men had been here for six nights. And he’d slept with none of them. Hadn’t stopped them. Enough come had streamed to fill a ... stream.

But what was going on with him?

It happened like this every year with Johnny. His birthday loomed, and he wondered how much longer he could keep up this transient life of nameless sex, faceless men. Desire was strong, but as he approached his fortieth birthday, something was shifting inside him. His heart felt things differently. Sure, he loved to fuck a guy from behind, it kept things loose, casual, a way to keep his distance and not establish eye contact, nothing beyond the now. But he felt different this year. Was it his advancing age? Was it how happy his father and stepmother were? Was that something he wanted? The strong connection?

Conflict raged within him. Even as he stared at Trevor.

Johnny Lee felt his cock start to stiffen.

The guests were all gathered on the outdoor patio, enjoying drinks while a fire blazed to cut the chill. The air was cold, the early hints of winter surrounded them. Johnny Lee looked at them: two couples in their forties, comfortable in their companionship. Was he jealous of what they had? Over the course of the week, they’d played a game of swingers with a couple in their twenties. Switching partners, or just all four of them indulging whatever stoked, or stroked, them. Whatever, didn’t matter here. Capstone’s Dude Ranch had a reputation. Like Cole Porter wrote, anything goes. But then there were a few of the other guests here, singles, one an older man of about seventy; just enjoying the scenery, and the eye candy. Two more guys who hadn’t known each other before arriving but seemed way more familiar now. One was bearded and burly, the other athletic and, as evidenced by their daily hikes, bendable. Johnny supposed they’d had fun.

But then there was Trevor. Quiet, seemingly innocent by all accounts. Johnny Lee had known from the moment of his arrival that he’d be the object of his lust. He’d held back, though, downplaying his desire as the week had progressed. But tonight was the last night. It was going to happen. Johnny Lee needed a night of passion before he shut himself down for the holiday season.

He made his way over to Trevor, who was refilling his wine glass.

“You like red, I see.”

“I can do white, too. I’m versatile.”

That last comment made with a wink. Trevor was five eight, thin but with muscles. He was clean-shaven. Blue eyes, blond hair, the quintessential look of a child-star of a network sitcom, now grown up. Great hair, thick, an engaging smile. A sense of loneliness in his eyes. Johnny Lee had observed him all week and wondered why he’d chosen Capstone’s as his escape from his reality. Was he not at ease with his sexuality? Did he like to pretend he preferred girls?

If so, Capstone’s was the wrong place for him.

“Wanna go for a walk?” Johnny Lee asked.

“I’ve been ... waiting, you know, for you to ask. All week.”