Club DTF
Copyright© 2025 by G Younger
Chapter 33
Young Adult Sex Story: Chapter 33 - Austin is moving in with his Grandma Montgomery, who he doesn’t know and isn’t sure if she wants him. But he has no choice since his dad has remarried, and his mom is wrapped up in a new love and doesn’t want him to live with her. The only thing that gives him hope is that his grandmother has agreed to allow him to bring his horse and bought him a puppy. The one bright spot is that Austin meets a group of teens who start a group called Club DTF.
Caution: This Young Adult Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Reluctant Incest Mother Sister Group Sex Slow
Austin was teaching his Western Riding class when the actors arrived at the fence to watch. They were accompanied by a man Austin assumed was directing Redemption Creek.
This day, Austin had his hands full because the preteen boys thought they knew how to rope after a single lesson.
“I’m a better roper.”
“No, you wish you were. Everyone knows I can out-rope you any day.”
“Those are fighting words,” was tossed back.
“What we got here is a failure to communicate,” Austin said with his best Western twang. “Every man has got to know his limitations. You boys know squat about roping.”
The director chuckled because he recognized the quotes from famous movies Austin had just stolen.
“Austin, you’re short on ears and long on mouth,” Rob said in his best John Wayne imitation. “I say we have us a good ol’ rope-off.”
“How’s this gonna work?” Austin asked, tilting his hat back.
“The four of us against you. You have to rope each of us. All we have to do is have one of us rope you,” Rob said confidently.
“Yaw!” Austin said as he kicked Red’s side to get him to jump into a gallop.
Poor Rob squealed like a little girl as Austin and Red barreled toward him. Rob threw his rope at Austin in a game attempt to win their wager, but to no avail, and Austin easily lassoed him. Rob’s horse was an old gelding that looked at Red as if to say, ‘Make my day.’
“No fair! I wasn’t ready,” Rob complained.
Austin pulled the rope off Rob and looked at the other three. They kicked their horses and tried to get away. He took down the two older boys in succession. Then he came to a stop and stared at the youngest.
“Let’s see what you got,” Austin said menacingly, like the bad guy in an old-time Western.
The youngster sat tall in his saddle.
“I’m not scared of you.”
He came riding up to Austin and threw his rope. Austin had to lean into it so it would go over his head and help the kid.
“I win! I win!”
“Okay, I think that’s enough for today,” Miss Sandy said, trying hard not to smirk at the game Austin had just played.
Stuff like this kept the younger kids engaged and willing to return for the next class.
“Austin was going to teach us how to quick draw,” Rob complained.
“Maybe next time,” Austin said. “I saw they made banana pudding at the restaurant today. Go tell them it’s on my tab.”
That cleared out all the teens and preteens. The Blackwater Riding Club was known for its desserts. The servers were aware that Austin did this now and then, and they’d make sure no one ordered more than one.
He turned to the actors and said, “Go get saddled up. Today, I’ll teach you how you and your horse handle terrain.”
“What would you say is the best way to ride down a hill?” Austin asked.
When no one answered, Miss Sandy said, “I try to lean back in the saddle.”
Austin nodded.
“A lot of people believe that, but I’m going to teach you a better way,” Austin said. “You want to sit forward over the horse’s front legs. The reason is twofold. First, when you sit back, your butt’s in the middle of the horse’s back, which is his weakest part. The second is physics: when you lean back, it puts nearly ten times the stress on the horse.
“Let me demonstrate,” Austin said.
He’d found a spot on the trail where a small creek ran off to the side. To get to the other side, a rider had to ride down to the water and up the other bank.
The director, Tim Grady, had come along. When Austin demonstrated, Tim said, “That’s a better position for filming. This way, I get the actors in the shot without changing the camera angle.”
“Going up, you sit square in the saddle, no leaning back. Red’s hips will carry my hips right up the slope like I’m on an escalator,” Austin said.
Red began to hurry, so Austin turned him.
“Did you see that?” Austin asked.
“Don’t you want to climb the hill as fast as possible?” Keri asked.
“That would be up to what Mr. Grady wanted for the shot. On a younger horse, like Red, you have to teach them that when you set a pace, you want to stay at that pace. Turning him will slow him down so you can continue. If he keeps doing it, turn him around and go back down,” Austin said.
“That’s important because if you vary your speed and we’re not ready, you’ll get outside of the frame,” Mr. Grady said.
“What if he hurries going down?” Miss Sandy asked.
“Turn him again,” Austin said and demonstrated.
Red turned his head as if to ask what Austin’s deal was. Austin leaned down and petted Red’s neck to reassure his horse that he was a good boy.
Austin waited to see if there were any more questions before continuing.
“Okay, one at a time. I want you to ride down the slope and up the other side, keeping a nice, even pace.”
It became apparent who needed more time in the saddle and which of them were comfortable. Austin planned to hold extra time for those who needed it.
Austin put them in different situations to encourage them to use their heads when riding. Before splitting up the class, he wanted to reinforce that they were responsible for their own and their horse’s safety.
“I understand some of you need to learn how to jump your horse for the film. That’s Miss Sandy’s specialty, so she’ll take those riders back to the arena where she’s set up. The rest of you will come with me, and we’ll get to know our horses better,” Austin said.
The guys and Britany left with Miss Sandy, while Keri, Christina, Grace, and Mr. Grady stayed with Austin.
Austin set a leisurely pace down the trail. Mr. Grady rode up next to him so they could talk.
“Where did you learn to ride?”
“My father was a ranch hand in Montana. Each year, my family would drive a herd to find grass to fatten them up all summer. I’ve been on horseback for as long as I can remember,” Austin said.
“I heard one of the kids mention you would teach them how to quick draw. Can you actually do that?” Mr. Grady asked.
“I’ve never been in a real gunfight, but I’m pretty fast, and I hit what I’m aiming at,” Austin said.
“What do you mean?”
“I used to wear a twenty-two and a forty-five. The forty-five was for bears and such, while the twenty-two helped me put food on the table. I always shot more rabbits than my dad. My mom always teased him that if it weren’t for me, we would’ve starved,” Austin said.
“You can do about anything necessary to live outdoors?” Mr. Grady asked.
“If you mean to find a good spot to camp, build a shelter, and start a fire, that sort of stuff ... then, yes.”
“I’m glad Keri wanted me to meet you. You have great chemistry with the cast. It’s obvious they like you and respect your knowledge because they’re paying attention. I’d like to offer you a chance to help film Redemption Creek this fall. That is, if you can and want to,” Mr. Grady said.
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