A Christmas special for lovers of gay Erotica and Romance from habu and BarbarianSpy
Upon retreating to his mountain cabin in the Colorado Rockies in the late nineteenth century for the third Christmas since losing his lover, Seth, cattle rancher Jeremiah Carlin wakes in his austere cabin to snowfall and the discovery of a young man, Bran Niederman, huddled in his barn.
All Jeremiah wanted to do for Christmas was to be alone to mourn his lost lover. But the presence of Bran, who Jeremiah has already encountered in a male brothel in the town of Hayden, sorely tests his resolve to ignore his needs.
The situation is exacerbated as the cabin becomes snowbound and Jeremiah discovers that Bran is fleeing from his life in Hayden and is being pursued by the dangerous and powerful rancher and brothel owner, Warren Savage.
Rancher Warren Savage and the brothel in Hayden also feature in Dirk Hessian’s historical gay drama “Fire Down the Valley”, about the battle between ranchers and farmers in Colorado.
It was well after his dinner of beans, fatback, and coffee that it hit Jeremiah where he’d seen Bran before—in Hayden’s saloon. In the room where he’d fucked that sweet young piece substituting for Sam. If the guy was in that room . . . He sure was a sweet young piece himself. In some ways he reminded Jeremiah of Seth.
He went to bed and tossed and turned. The longer he thought about Seth and the young man out in the barn, the more aroused he got.
It was snowing harder in the night as he left the cabin and walked toward the barn.
The young man was bundled up in the third stall, shaking a bit because it was cold out here without the benefit of a fire. He wasn’t asleep though. Jeremiah kicked his boots.
“I have seen you before, haven’t I? In the Hayden saloon.”
“Maybe yes,” Bran answered in a small voice. He too hadn’t slept, more because of being aroused by what he’d seen this man doing to Caleb than because of the cold.
“You one of Levi Yost’s boys?”
Bran hesitated, but yes, over the past couple of days he had definitely become one of Levi Yost’s boys—and a favorite of the customers, who were always pleased with fresh meat and who were showing up at the saloon in droves now, probably at least partly because of the Christmas spirit Bran had introduced by suggesting they put up a tree.
“Yes,” he said.
“Well, we can work out your sheltering and some grub for breakfast in an barter exchange unless you’re not willing.”
Bran was willing.