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  Goofy George: An M/m Age Play Romance

  Laurie Lochs

  Copyright © 2020 by Laurie Lochs

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either products of the author’s imagination and/or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Contents

  READ FIRST

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Epilogue

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  About the Author

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  This story includes light descriptions of diaper play. The main character doesn’t wear a diaper. Other characters do. This novella can be read as a complete standalone.

  Prologue

  George

  I walked to where my favorite horse Lucy was standing in her pen. With the summer flies in full force, she swished her tail back and forth every so often to stay cool and fend off bites. But when I approached, she looked at me with the saddest eyes in the world.

  She knew.

  "It's okay, sweet girl," I whispered, stroking her mane. She nibbled a sugar cube from my hand and rubbed her nose against my chest. Tears welled in my eyes. Suddenly, I didn't want to sell this horse at all.

  It's not your fault, George. No one could have prevented dad from dying.

  I took a deep breath and stared into Lucy's eyes. She didn't know Pa was no longer here. The heart attack had come in the middle of the night. He’d woken up with chest pains, gasping loud enough to wake mom. She’d called the ambulance. By the time he got to the hospital, it was too late.

  The remaining members of the family were left with the uncomfortable task of selling off the estate. With the farmhouse accruing interest every day, we couldn't afford to keep our family home. Preferable was an economically sized condo in Bozeman where we’d get favorable rates. The farm didn't bring in as much as it used to, and we had no choice but to move.

  If only that move didn't include selling my childhood horse.

  "It's okay, baby." Lucy blinked as I kissed her mane. It could’ve been a trick of the light but I was sure a tear slipped down her nose. I tried to fight it off, but sobs overwhelmed me. I cried helplessly, throwing myself at my girl and pulling her close. She accepted my hug, sniffling too. Don't go, her beautiful mane seemed to say. You're my little boy, George. You raised me. Stay with me.

  But I had no choice. As sure as I’d turn 15 next summer, she’d leave. The man picking her up was coming today.

  I decided to head back into the house to get Lucy a final apple from our farm. But before I could move, a horn blared. I whipped around. It was a stranger. He was coming with a horse trailer in tow.

  "You must be George." He shook my hand. I squinted in the morning sunlight, unable to make out his face. Did I even want to see him?

  Fuck him. He’s ruining your life.

  "Nice to meet you." I took him to Lucy.

  "Excellent mane. Beautiful coat. I can tell you've taken great care of her."

  I said nothing. Ma had made me promise I wouldn't let on how much I'd miss this horse. We needed the money to afford the real estate agent's fee for our move.

  It's okay, sweet girl. I won't leave you forever.

  He handed me the cash. The $3,000 in slick bills wasn’t much but to us it was everything. It would pay for Pa’s funeral costs and more.

  "Please, sir," I whispered as he led Lucy back to the trailer. "Take good care of her."

  Though the shadows of the elms prevented me from seeing his face, I knew he was nodding. “Don’t worry, boy. This horse will get the luxury treatment at my estate."

  I approached Lucy and gave her a final ear scratch. Just before she left forever, I pushed her mane back and brought my lips to the special mark on her hide.

  It was a birthmark in the shape of a crescent moon. She’d had it since she was a colt. When I brushed her, I made sure to treat it carefully, seeing as it distinguished her from all other horses in the world.

  I kissed her special mark. Then, I pried my lips away and planted a final kiss on her nose. “Goodbye,” I whispered as I handed her reins to the stranger. The man secured her in the trailer and locked it shut. My eyes burned as he took off. Lucy swished her tail, giving me a final goodbye through the slots in the trailer.

  The second the man left, I whipped around and slammed the door to the farmhouse. Wiping my cheeks with my sweater, I raced up the stairs and threw myself in the bed. A wave of sobs overwhelmed me. I threw my clothes across the room and grabbed my secret pacifier and rattle from my dresser.

  "I'm so sorry, girl,” I whispered, curling up in the fetal position. I placed the pacifier in my mouth and sought comfort. “I didn't want to do it. It wasn't my choice.”

  When I glanced out my window, my beautiful horsey was gone.

  Chapter 1

  George

  Come on, George. You can do it.

  I took a sharp breath and forced my gaze towards the animal feed store. I knew 8:00 A.M. wasn’t the best time to apply for a job. But I had 6 other local businesses I needed to hit before night. If I was going to support myself after moving back from Bozeman, I had to get a job before sundown.

  I entered the building and forced a smile on my face. Mr. G, the man who managed the Animal Farm and Feed, was a steady figure in the neighborhood. A farmer his entire life, his skin was weathered, worn. He’d spent his life in the sun, feeding animals and raising livestock. I could only pray he needed a helping hand.

  I handed him my application. He took one look at it and bit his lip. "I'm sorry," the gray-haired man said. "We don't have openings right now."

  "I could do anything, sir. Take out the animals. Feed the livestock."

  Mr. G sighed. "Look, George. As much as I'd appreciate your help, we just don't have the volume of business to justify hiring another helping hand. You're going to have to look elsewhere for work."

  I took a sharp breath. I couldn't begrudge Mr. G for telling the truth.

  You still have 6 more businesses to apply to. This isn't the only store in the Midwest.

  This was true. But the Animal Farm and Feed was the only story where I could work with animals firsthand. Since giving up my horse Lucy 8 years ago, I hadn't been able to play with horses or train them. I wanted to get my hands on an animal, feed her, raise her. Turn her into the best damn race horse money could buy.

  But that was going to be difficult without access to animals.

  I turned to leave. Before I left, I took a peek at the bulletin board on the side of the door. Vendors had posted a million little pamphlets and flyers where you could call in for potential job offerings. I glanced at the board, running my finger over the paper. I tore a small rectangle of white paper with a telephone number on it from a HELP WANTED pamphlet. It was from a local dairy farm.

  If I can’t work with horses, cows will do.

  I was about to leave the store when, suddenly, a deep voice boomed out from the opposite side of the building. I whipped around and narrowed m
y eyes. What the hell? Why did the voice sound so familiar?

  I tiptoed towards the voice and strained my ears.

  “Brent,” the man said. “It’s such short notice. How the hell am I supposed to find it before dark?"

  Silence.

  "It doesn't exactly come up on Google maps, Brent. I can't find this place called Neverland Hills anywhere."

  Something shot through me. Neverland Hills? What the hell?

  I tiptoed out from behind the crates and glimpsed at the stranger. He was standing comfortably in blue farm jeans and a checkered T-shirt. He had a light beard and was suntanned to hell. His eyes were narrowed, and he was staring into the road like he had secrets and depth.

  Oh my God. He's sexy as hell.

  "Left on route 55. Then, right at the row of pine trees?"

  The person on the other end of the phone must’ve said something agreeable. Because without another word, the stranger snapped the phone shut and began to leave.

  I took a final look at Mr. G. Then, I left the feed store and rushed to the stranger’s car. I didn’t care what happened. I needed to find out what Neverland Hills was about.

  Chapter 2

  Luke

  After snapping off my phone and tucking it into my pocket, I left the Animal Farm and Feed and made my way to my truck. Some hobby farm in the middle of the Little Rocky's had requested a thoroughbred. The man on the phone giving me directions, Brent, was as helpful as they came. But I’d never heard of a ranch called Neverland and I’d lived in Bozeman all my life. It made me think of the Michael Jackson estate. I hoped to God the king of pop hadn’t reincarnated in some other form, taking up residence in the Rockies.

  I think that would’ve made headlines by now. Calm down.

  I slid the key into my truck and tried to think of what Neverland might be. The man on the phone had said it was a hobby farm. They needed an easy-going horse. I had the perfect horse for the job. But why did they need it? Were they teaching children to ride?

  It's called Neverland hills, after all. It has to be something to do with children.

  The name invoked something in me. It made me think of the boys I'd helped throughout my life. I’d been a daddy in the past but, ever since my last little broke my heart, I'd focused on my horse-rearing business full time. In my 20s, I liked to play with littles and help them build worlds. Trains, blocks, stuffed animals and toys. It was my passion, my hobby, and it bordered on my life. My favorite little Kyle liked to wear diapers and play with toys, rattles and pacifiers. I’d get him ready for a big day at "preschool" and set him in the middle of the living room where we’d finger paint. I’d teach him the ABCs.

  One day, I'd come home to discover little Kyle had more than one daddy. After taking off my shoes and hurrying upstairs to meet my boy, I'd stopped dead cold in the middle of the hallway when I heard the sounds of passion emanating from the guest room. When I cracked open the door, Kyle was in bed with another man. The stranger was fastening Kyle’s diaper and planting kisses over his soft naked body.

  I had no choice but to kick Kyle out of my life. It was the last time I saw him.

  After Kyle, I'd thrown myself into my riding. I’d always been a breeder of horses but I'd never ridden. I focused all my energy on learning how to train a horse to jump the tallest peaks. We would race around my farm and the horses would leap over barrels of hay and fences. Once, I even entered one of my favorite mares in a local race. The grand prize was $500. We won. But the next week, she bucked me off so hard I went flying into the ground. Frightened and aggravated, she'd begun kicking up dirt and, though she didn't mean to, she accidentally dug her hoof right into my leg. It hadn't felt the same since.

  I slid the key into the truck and sat on the seat. But before I could, a bolt of pain shot through my leg. I gritted my teeth and forced myself to suppress it.

  The pain was strong. I didn’t know if I’d ever ride a horse again.

  Suddenly, I felt the presence of someone behind me. I whipped around. It was a young boy, no more than 21 years old.

  "Some truck you got there,” he said with a laugh.

  I laughed. "It gets the job done. Transports mares and racing horses across the country."

  The boy's eyes widened. "You don't say. Where's the farthest you've gone?"

  "I took a prized horse to Tallahassee, Florida. It was a novelty mare. They loved it, though I wasn't sure the horse enjoyed the ride."

  The boy laughed. "They get antsy in trailers."

  I smiled. This boy was absolutely gorgeous in every way. “I’m Luke."

  “I’m George," the boy said with a grin.

  The boy named George took a slow step towards me. "Say, you wouldn't happen to know of any places that need help around here, would you? I couldn't help but overhear your conversation on the phone. It sounded like you said Neverland Hills. Is that a farm?”

  "Are you looking for work?"

  "Yeah," George whispered. He stared at his feet. "I moved back from the city last week. But I need to find a job."

  I took a deep breath. “Have you tried Walmart?”

  George looked defeated. “It was the first place I applied. But I want to work with animals. Hey,” he said, “do you think I could come with you to Neverland Hills? Are they looking for help?”

  A bolt of anxiety coursed through me. I wanted to tell the boy he was nuts.

  You can’t just invite yourself to hop into a car with a stranger.

  I stared at the boy. Was he batshit crazy, or just fucking insane?

  Chapter 3

  George

  I bit my lip, waiting for Luke's response. Was he going to let me come? Or was he going to let me keep looking for work without success?

  At last, he opened his mouth. "I could take you to the ranch. They requested an easy-going horse. It's why I brought Blossom, my prize mare. She's in the trailer in the back. Maybe they need a farmhand. But we’re only going up for the afternoon. As soon as it gets dark, we’re heading back to Bozeman.”

  My eyes lit up. "You think they need help?"

  "It wouldn't hurt to see."

  I let out a whistle. "That would be… Amazing. I've been trying to get work everywhere. No one is accepting my applications."

  Luke let out a grin. "I'm afraid I can't open the door for you, due to my leg. But this shouldn’t be a long ride. Hop in."

  With a smile, I leapt into the passenger seat and fastened my seat belt. But Luke stopped me before we left.

  "Before we head off, George." He stuck the key into the ignition. The rusty truck jumped to life. "Give your folks a call. They need to know where you are."

  "Good idea." I pulled out my phone and texted Ma. When I finished, George put his foot on the gas. After shooting a final look at Blossom, we began the journey to Neverland Hills.

  We stopped for lunch. Luke treated me to a delicious chicken sandwich with homemade fries and coleslaw. It warmed me and lit up every part of my body. On the way back to the car, Luke popped the question.

  "Why are you so passionate about animals?” Luke turned on the air conditioning.

  "I'm not exactly sure. Growing up on a farm, we always had animals close by. We had chickens, goats, and horses. I loved fresh goat milk. It was something unique about our farm. In Montana, goats are a rarity. We even made goat cheese and sold it at the local farmer's market. But my passion was horses."

  Luke grinned as he palmed the steering wheel. "There's something special about a mare in the heat."

  "Exactly. I had a horse years ago I raised from a colt. She was black and absolutely stunning. I brushed her every day to get the tangles out of her hair. But when my dad died, I was forced to sell."

  Luke nodded slowly. "That makes sense. But it’s not uncommon. I've definitely bought my fair share of horses off farms before. I'm sure some of them were going through difficult times."

  Something flickered within me. But I shot it down. "That makes sense. It's your job, right?"

  Luke nod
ded. “Yes. I’m a horse breeder through and through. My business is to train horses and get them ready for the real world. Sometimes, that includes getting them ready to race competitively. Other times, we raise docile horses for hobby farms. These are perfect if there are lots of inexperienced riders present. We wouldn't want to pair a beginner with a horse for advanced riders. It’d be a horrible match."

  I laughed. "A match made in hell, that's for sure."

  "Exactly. It could hurt the rider and the horse. Most people don't understand that when the rider is uncomfortable, the horse can't concentrate. The horse senses the rider's energy and responds accordingly. That's why we need docile horses for one type of rider and advanced for the next."

  "That makes sense. When I raised my sweet girl Lucy, she was raised to handle both types of riders. She could tell if the rider was inexperienced. She adjusted herself accordingly."

  Something shot across Luke's face. He glanced at me but said nothing. "That's funny."

  "What?"

  "I had a horse named Lucy once. She was an incredible mare."

  I laughed. "Maybe it's all in the name."

  Three hours later, we pulled into Neverland Hills. My heart soared as we crossed the line of trees hiding the opening from the dirt county road. The ranch house was coated in a light mist. Behind the house, the Little Rocky Mountains rose towards the sky.

  This is paradise. This is where you belong.

  "Why don't you help me get Blossom out of the trailer. We'll get her tied up at the ranch."