"Oh fuck..." He whimpered, throwing back his head as his cock throbbed in his fingertips. He braced himself against the tiled wall as his orgasm shot through him. Semen splashed to the floor of the shower to be washed away with his shower gel and shampoo.

Hair plastered to his forehead, not just from the water but also from sweat, Brett rinsed the last few drops of come from his cock then turned off the shower, hurrying to dry off and get dressed.

Whenever he had the option, Brett preferred to walk or ride a horse to his destination if it was close enough. Maybe it was the cowboys in...