Chapter 4: The Beautiful Young Master and the Ugly Cowboy

    Half an hour passed, and Thongdee was finally set free.

    Cough, cough, cough. Gag!

    The cowboy retched up a milky white liquid into the stream, watching it drift away with the current. Theerapat stood observing the other man's flushed face with a sharp, steady gaze before stripping off his clothes and tossing them onto the grass as if they were worth less than a hundred thousand baht.

    "What are you doing, Mr. Thee?"

    "The stuff you spat out got on me."

    The young man feigned disgust, even though it was his own fluid.

    "Where's the soap? I need to take a bath."

    Thongdee stole a glance at Theerapat's fair skin, his cheeks flushing with heat as he awkwardly handed over what was requested.

    Theerapat frowned at the orange bar in the older man's hand. "What kind of soap is this?"

    "It's body soap, sir."

    "Hmph, it's already half-used, and you're giving it to your master?"

    Theerapat chuckled mockingly, and Thongdee's face fell.

    He had forgotten how worn out the soap was and hurriedly replied, "I'm sorry, sir. I'll go get a new one." But Theerapat grabbed his arm before he could move.

    "No need. Opening a new one would be a waste. I don't want to bully the poor."

    With that, the young man began lathering the soap over his body, but not without casting a sidelong glance at the older man, a wicked grin playing on his lips.

    "But if I get a rash, I'll fuck you up."

    The forty-year-old cowboy felt a shiver run down his spine, unsure of what Theerapat meant by "fuck."

    "Aren't you going to keep bathing? Just standing there watching."

    "Uh, yes, I am."

    Thongdee quickly stood up, but the thing between his legs was still rigid. Theerapat raised a sly eyebrow and pushed the cowboy's muscular body to sit down on a rock.

    "What are you doing, Mr. Thee?"

    "This part is so swollen, isn't it uncomfortable?"

    "I can handle it myself."

    "Just the front isn't enough, is it? This part of yours is still wide open, can't close it anymore."

    Theerapat's crude words and piercing gaze made the older man uneasy, his lower abdomen burning with heat. A white hand traced along his narrow hips before stopping at the hefty center, the thumb brushing over the tip and then starting to rub the cleft roughly. "Ah, Mr, oh... Mr. Thee."

    His muscular legs trembled, his thick waist bucking in rhythm with the heated hand, allowing Theerapat to easily slide a white knuckle into the entrance of love. Even though it was just shallow, it left Thongdee breathless.

    Thrust, thrust, thrust.

    "Ugh... Hic."

    "You like being taken, don't you, Uncle Thong?"

    "Mr. Thee, ah, n, my, mmm it's still swollen down there."

    "But it's still wet, you know. My finger went in a whole knuckle deep. Want me to push it in further?"

    "Mm."

    "I'm about to help you out here. Do you want it or not?"

    The young man teased, rubbing the entrance playfully.

    Thongdee clenched his teeth, eyes brimming with tears.

    "Well."

    "Y, yes."

    The voice was so faint, yet Theerapat heard it clearly. Still, he wanted to tease the bigger man.

    "What was that?"

    "Hic, yes, please, ahh."

    No sooner had Thongdee replied than the mischievous young man thrust his strong finger deep into the tender passage.

    "Mm, it's so tight."

    Theerapat growled as he rapidly worked his fingers, curling them to scratch the inner depths crudely. Just imagining the tightness around his fingers made him feel close to ecstasy. Meanwhile, Thongdee was left open-mouthed, eyes glazed, overwhelmed by the sensation, unable to think, just moving his hips toward the strong fingers.

    "Spread your legs properly, you filthy cowboy."

    Slap!

    Theerapat slapped his bouncing hip, startling Thongdee, who quickly spread his legs wide, instinctively using his right hand to caress his front. Seeing the erotic scene, Theerapat slid his own hardened length into Thongdee's rough hand, rubbing against the other's substantial body.

    Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust.

    "Ahh, ugh."

    "Help me out, old man. Make sure I get there."

    "Hic, yes. Mmm, Mr. Thee, your's... so hot."

    "Hmm, let me suck on those nipples."

    "They'll b, be salty, hic. I've only got sweat, ah!"

    Theerapat bit into the cowboy's cheek, feeling both annoyed and amused.

    "Too much talking. Lift your chest."

    "Yes, g…go ahead."

    Thongdee squeezed his chest, making his nipple stand erect. Theerapat flicked his tongue over the red nub before sucking on it with fervor.

    Slurp, suck, suck, suck, suck.

    "Ah, so intense, hic."

    "Does it feel good?"

    "Yes, Mr. Thee, ah, ah, so good, hic, ooh."

    It did not take long for both of them to reach their peak. Theerapat collapsed onto the cowboy's broad chest, biting all over until it left marks. When he lifted his head and moved closer, the cowboy felt a mix of embarrassment and shyness, turning his face away.

    Theerapat clenched his jaw tightly and moved away immediately.

    The silence and shapeless mist replaced the passionate moans from moments ago. Thongdee and Theerapat began to wash themselves again, standing back to back on opposite sides.

    Thongdee brought a new T-shirt and the best cotton pants from his wardrobe for his boss to change into. Though they were not expensive, on Theerapat, they looked as if they were bought from a high-end brand store.

    "What are you looking at?"

    Theerapat, still irritated, asked curtly, making the forty-year-old cowboy quickly lower his head.

    Growllll.

    But then an unwelcome sound came from his smooth, white stomach.

    "Mr. Thee..."

    "Shut your mouth."

    Theerapat snapped, his ears turning a deep shade of red. He had not eaten all day, and he had expended quite a bit of energy earlier. It was almost two in the afternoon now, so it was only natural to be hungry.

    "I have some Japanese sweet potatoes. Miss Tan bought them for me last week. They're freshly roasted and still hot."

    The big man bent down to retrieve the roasted sweet potatoes from the charcoal grill, brushing off the black bits from the foil before carefully unwrapping them. Theerapat grimaced in disgust, but the vibrant color and enticing aroma of the sweet potatoes made him reconsider.

    "If I get food poisoning, I'll hold you accountable, Uncle Thong."

    With that, the young man blew on the sweet potato and took a bite. His dark eyes blinked in surprise at the taste. It was not like the sweet potatoes he had had at fancy restaurants or Michelin-starred omakase courses, but it was delicious in the way sweet potatoes should be. Thongdee took his own piece and began to eat as well. Since Theerapat did not say anything, he slowly sat down beside him, folding his legs neatly.

    "Is it good, Mr. Thee?"

    "Yeah."

    The cowboy heard that and smiled, but the soot smeared on his cheek annoyed the young man, who wiped it off with his thumb. Thongdee was startled, his brown eyes widening, his heart beating erratically. But Theerapat continued speaking cruelly.

    "Your face is already hard to look at, and now it's even worse."

    Honestly, this pale-faced young man was just all talk, but the older man, lacking confidence, took it seriously as always. Moreover, what had happened earlier was inappropriate and improper. Thongdee did not blame the other party. Theerapat was only in his early twenties, still young, at an age where curiosity and sexual exploration were natural. It was he who, at his age, still did not know how to restrain himself.

    The light in his soft-colored eyes dimmed.

    An old cowboy with an ugly scar and a handsome young man with a bright future ahead? It was impossible. Thongdee knew this well.

    "Mr. Thee."

    "What?"

    "I don't hold any grudge against you for what happened."

    "..."

    "In any case, I... I don't want to do that again."

    Thongdee stammered, unable to meet the other's gaze.

    "Mr. Thee might want to try something unusual, but it would be best if it didn't happen again."

    Thud!

    The young man threw the sweet potato to the ground before standing up fully.

    "What right do you have to make decisions for me?"

    His eyes blazed with anger. Thongdee glanced at the sweet potato covered in dirt, his broad shoulders trembling.

    "But really, with such slutty hole, I don't understand why my mother was so taken with you back then."

    Thongdee quickly lifted his head and shook it vigorously. "Mr. Thee, it's not like that."

    "Not listening!"

    Theerapat shouted at the old cowboy, then stripped Thongdee's clothes off as if they were filthy rags, leaving him in nothing but a pair of black trunks. He then stomped out of the small cabin, accidentally stepping on the sweet potato he had enjoyed earlier.

    "Thee, where have you been? Everyone's been looking for you. Wait, why do you look like this!"

    Thanrada immediately came out to meet him as Theerapat parked the golf cart at the entrance of the building, scolding him loudly. Meanwhile, the group of servants covered their mouths, whispering and gasping at their boss's radiant white skin and masculine, sexy physique. The younger man paid no attention to his sister's complaints, proudly flaunting his body and casually replying, "I just went for a drive to clear my hangover, but the Thai weather is hot. Dressing like this in my own home, the cops won't arrest me."

    "The cops won't arrest you, but it's disgusting. You're not alone; there are dozens of workers around. Learn to be ashamed."

    "P'Tia, stop talking so much, or you'll have no energy to sign the documents. I'm going to bed now."

    Theerapat was about to walk away, but Thanrada grabbed his arm first.

    "Father's condition is really bad right now."

    "..."

    "Tan is waiting upstairs. We should go see Father too."

    "Where's the doctor?"

    "Thee, this isn't about the doctor anymore."

    Thanrada's serious tone made Theerapat realize he could not act irresponsibly any longer.

    It seemed the time had come...

    "I'll go find some clothes to wear first. P'Tia, wait in Father's room."

    The young man replied before quickly running up to his bedroom.