Cowboy Lovin

By: Jeff B
(© 2012 by the author)

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Here it is Friday night.  I just got off work and was heading home.  I remembered I needed to stop at the store and pick up a few things.  I really didn’t have any plans for the evening; was just going to go home, have dinner and settle in with the idiot box.  Sometimes trips to the store can be a life-changing event.

So here I am carrying my little red basket around the store, throwing things in it at random and not paying a whole lot of attention to where I was walking.  Good thing it’s a small country store; I could’ve ended up in the produce bin face down.  I’m just rounding a corner and run smack into someone.  Graceful as always, I say, “Oooops.”  He says, “Excuse me.”  Then I realize just what I’ve run into and think to myself, ‘Excuse me, fuck me, play me hard; just take me home,’

Let me interject a little info right here.  I love cowboys.  The only thing better than a cowboy in tight Wranglers, is a cowboy in tight 501s; and of course a cowboy with no jeans on at all.  There are several reasons I moved out of the city and I was standing in front of one of them.

So there I stand, tongue hanging out, he’s excusing his way by me and walking out of my life.  What’s a boy to do?  Tail him.  I needed a better look at what I already got to feel, so I covertly followed him around the store.  I have to say, I really liked what I saw.  He stands 5’ 9” tall, weighs in about 165 lbs and at least 5 pounds of it are behind his zipper.  So I’m a cock slut, I can live with it.  Anyway, he has short auburn hair, blue eyes and an ass I could bury my face in for at least a week.  All of this was packed very nicely in worn, tight Wranglers, a cowboy shirt and a baseball cap.  I was in lust.

After about 10 minutes of sneaking around the store, I decided I was being just a bit too obvious.  It’s not always safe cruising guys in the store in a small town.  I headed for the milk department, grabbed a quart and made my way to the checkout counter.  Low and behold, there he was right in front of me.  He kept looking at me, without much of an expression, and I wondered if I was busted.  I almost didn’t want to leave the store for fear he’d kick my ass as soon as I walked out the door.

I watched him leave the store and turn right out the door.  I figured I was cool; I was parked to the left.  I paid for my groceries, grabbed the bags and headed out to my pickup.  I opened the passenger door and was putting my bags in when I felt someone walk up behind me.  I closed the door and turned around; sure enough he was standing there.  I almost ducked, expecting a fist flying toward my face.

I looked him right in the eye and said, “Hi, how’s it goin’?”

He looked me right in the eyes and said, “Fine.  Did you get everything you wanted in the store?”

Perplexed for a second, I just looked at him; then said, “Yeah, just a few things to get me through the weekend.”

Still looking right at me he said, “I was thinkin’ you saw something else you wanted.”

I was busted cold.  Embarrassed, I looked away from him and said, “I guess I was a little too obvious; I’m gonna have to work on that.  I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.  I’m not usually that persistent.”

He grinned slightly and said, “I was starting to think you were a process server or something; had me worried I’d done something.  Then I noticed just what you were looking at.”

“Again, I’m really sorry if I made you uncomfortable.  It’s not that often I find something that I enjoy looking at so much.”

“Don’t apologize.  It’s not often a 40-year-old man gets cruised in the grocery store; especially by another man.  Matter of fact I don’t know that another man has ever checked me out.  I guess maybe I just never noticed before.”

At that moment I happened to look at his hand and noticed the wedding band on it.  Terrific!  Here we were, getting along just fine, and he had to go get himself married.  I looked back at his face and smiled.  “I have no doubt you’ve been checked out before.  I guess I was just more obvious about it than anyone else.  Believe it or not, I didn’t bump into you on purpose.  In fact I didn’t even see you in there until I ran you over.”

He chuckled and said, “No harm done; I’ve been run over by bigger things than you.  So do you mind if I ask you something?”

“Ask away,” I said.

“I guess I can assume you’re gay, or at least bisexual.  Isn’t it kind of difficult to find buddies out here?”

I chuckled myself at that one and responded, “I’m gay, and yes it is.  I don’t usually actively seek anyone out.  I go to work, come home, eat, T.V., bed; the usual things.  I kind of figured I’d live longer if nobody realized what I was.”

He smiled and asked, “Do you have a partner?  Or you just hang out at the grocery store looking for one?”

I laughed and said, “I don’t have one; been flying solo for a few years now.  And no, I don’t hang out at the grocery store looking for one.  Like I told you, it’s not often I find something so good to look at.”

Now was his turn to be embarrassed.  He looked away and smiled.  He turned back toward me and extended his hand, “By the way, my name’s Andy; nice to meet ya.”

“Nice to meet you, Andy.  My name’s Jeff.”  We shook hands and were silent for a moment.

“Now it’s my turn to ask you a question.”

“Ask away,” he said.

“I assume by the wedding band on your finger that you’re straight and married.  Or do you just hang out at the grocery store waiting to be hit on?”

He laughed and said, “Yeah, I’m married, and have 2 kids.  And no, I never expected to be hit on at the store.  This is definitely a first for me.”

“That’s too bad,” I said.  “I guess you wouldn’t really be interested in a few more firsts.”

His turn to be embarrassed again.  He looked at me again, with an assessing look on his face.  He was hesitant when he spoke.  “I don’t really know.  I thought about it a couple times when I was just a kid, but never did anything about it.  I got married when I was 20 and never gave it a second thought.”

Now I was hesitant.  “So here we are, standing out here freezing our asses off, and I’ve made you uncomfortable again.”

“Yes we are, and no you haven’t.  Quit being so concerned about my comfort level; I’m a big boy and can handle it.”

I smirked and said, “That you are.”

“You are a flirt, aren’t you?”

“I can be when I want to.  Or when I want something.”

Andy looked down at his feet, then back up at me.  “You’re really that interested in me, huh?”

“Yes I am.  I may be gay, but I don’t really go for gay guys.  I like men who are masculine and rugged.  From my point of view you fit both those ideas just fine.  I also have this thing for cowboys, and you are what I picture in my head when I think cowboy.”

Now he was silent and just looked at me for a minute; I guess taking in all I had said.  Or maybe he was just thinking about roping a cow; who knows.

When he finally spoke he was hesitant again.  “Do you live here in town?”

“Yeah, just a few blocks away, behind the restaurant.”

“Would you mind if I rode with you over to your place?  I’d rather leave my pickup parked in front of the store.  I’d like a chance to get to know you a little better before I consider your proposition.”

“Sounds fair; jump in.”

We both got in my truck and drove the short distance to my place in silence; with me taking peeks at my passenger every few seconds.  When we pulled in my driveway he asked me if my neighbors knew about me.  I told him they didn’t as far as I knew.

I grabbed my two bags of food and led the way into my house.  I was thinking I should just give him the key so I could watch him walk in front of me, but decided that would be a little too weird.  I walked into the kitchen, dropped the bags on the table and asked him if he’d like something to drink.  He agreed to a soda and I told him to grab a chair and make himself at home.  I sat in the chair across from him.  We were both silent again.

He had a look on his face like he had a thousand questions, but didn’t know where to begin.  I finally got the conversation started again by asking where he worked, so on and so forth.  After talking about general stuff for about 10 minutes he grew quiet again.

I looked at him and smiled then said, “You look like you really want to ask something but don’t know how to go about it.”

“You read people rather well, don’t you?”  He said.

“I’m usually pretty good at it in this type of situation.  You’re not the first straight guy I’ve had this conversation with.”

“What kinds of things do guys normally ask you?”

I chuckled and said, “They’re usually curious about what guys do together.  They usually start with questions about blowjobs.  Straight guys seem really interested in blowjobs.  Don’t women suck cock anymore?”

He laughed at that and said, “I can’t speak for anyone else’s woman, but mine won’t go anywhere near it with her mouth.  She says it’s disgusting to put something I piss out of into her mouth.  So, is that what guys do together, suck cock?”

“That’s one of the many things we do together.  To a gay guy, sucking cock is like foreplay.  It’s just the beginning; and sometimes the end, but almost always a part of it.  So, can I assume you’ve never had a blowjob?”

“Once.  By a girl in when I was in high school.  She wanted to try it, and I was a willing donor.  She only did it for a minute or so.  She said it didn’t taste like she’d expected it to; and it was too big and made her gag.  I ended up going home and jacking off.”

“Poor boy.  She probably never tried it again.  She doesn’t know what she’s missing.  Nothin’ like having a hot, hard cock in your mouth.  I like starting on it when it’s still soft and feeling it grow hard in my mouth.”

“Have you ever swallowed the cum load?”

“Oh yeah.  Why do all that work and not get the pay off?”

Now he looked confused.  “What do you mean ‘work’?”

“Well, unless it’s been a month since he’s gotten off, it takes a little while to suck it off.  Kind of like sitting in the dentist’s chair with your mouth open for 15 or 20 minutes.  Why go through the whole lock jaw thing and not get the prize?”

“You have a unique way of putting things.  Doesn’t it taste kinda weird?”

“You’ve never tasted your own?”

Now he looked somewhat repulsed.  “No way.  Why would I want to drink my own jizz?”

“Curiosity.”

“I’ve never been that curious.  So does every guy taste the same?”

“No, some taste somewhat sweet, some sour, some hardly any taste at all.  Almost like drinking castor oil.  There’s even different consistencies.  Some cum thick, some cum milky, some cum kinda thin and watery.  Kinda like snowflakes – they’re all different.”

He laughed and I could almost see the mental image he had of snowflakes shooting out of a cock.  I started laughing, too.  At least he was finally beginning to relax a little.  I was making progress.

“So what about fucking a guy in the ass” he asked.  “Have you done it, or are you always the ‘fuckee’?”

“I like both.  In the gay world it’s called being a top or bottom.  You are definitely a top.  I’m more like 60/40 bottom.  It’s a great feeling having your cock in a tight, warm ass, but it’s also great having a nice hard cock in your ass.  At least from my perspective.”

“Have you ever had your cock in a nice, warm pussy?”

“Nope.  Never had an interest in trying it.”

“So you’ve never been with a woman?”

“No.  I had a girlfriend once when I was 12, but all we ever did was kiss.  I never even tried to grab a tit.”  I was, after all, only 12 years old; and I had a crush on my best friend.  What did I need with tits?

He was thinking hard again before he spoke.  “So you’ve never been with a woman and I’ve never been with a man.  We make quite a pair.  You’ve never even thought of being with a woman; at least I’ve thought about what it’d be like with another man.”

“So what exactly did you think it would be like with another man?”

“I’m not sure.  Not like this to be sure.  But then we’re not really doing anything besides talking; which is just fine.  I’m still not sure about this whole thing.”

I thought for a second and decided on a slightly different approach.  “From my experience the one thing that keeps most guys from trying it is mental.  It fucks with their head, because all their life they’ve been told how wrong it is.  What’s so wrong with it?  It’s two human beings providing each other with pleasure and release.  We don’t feel bad about it when we use our hand to achieve the same result, so why feel bad about it when there’s someone helping?”

Now I had him thinking.  He looked around the room for a few seconds then back at me and said, “Oh sure, get logical on me.  The problem is, this isn’t a logical issue.  It’s pure emotion.  You’re right though, it’s definitely a mental block, so to speak.  Even now I’m worried about what people will think of me, just for what I’m talking about.”

“There isn’t anyone here but us; and I don’t think anything bad about you.  As far as anyone is concerned you and I could be in here slammin’ beers and watching a game on T.V.  My neighbor across the street has guys over there all the time, and I don’t assume they’re over there fucking their brains out.  I figure they’re just friends hangin’ out together.”

He smiled, “Maybe they are over their fucking their brains out; and you’re missing out.”

“I don’t think I’m missing much.  They aren’t really my type; whereas you are.”

He was looking at his feet again.  However he was smiling this time.  I was slowly reelin’ him in; I just had to get the net under him before he swam away.  He looked up at me slowly.

“Uh, how do you usually start things off?  Christ!  I feel like I’m on my first date.  Even then, I wasn’t so dumb about it.”

“I usually start off with whatever you’re comfortable with.  That’s the most important part – you being comfortable with what’s happening.  You’re older than me, but in this case I have the most experience.  Kinda.  Other than the mental issue, it’s not different than doing it how you’ve always been doing it; with a woman.”

“I’m not kissing you.  That’s a little too much too soon.”

“Understood.  Like I said, whatever you’re comfortable with.  ‘Too soon’, does that mean you’ll kiss me later?”  I chuckled a little to ease his mind.

“I’m not committing to anything at this point.  It’s really weird.  I’m really nervous, but also excited; and kinda horny, too.  Am I still worth the effort?”

“Oh yeah.  I can ease your nervousness.  I’ll work with the excited and horny issues as time permits.  Speaking of time, are you expected home soon?”

“No.  My wife’s at her college class and the girls are spending the weekend with their grandparents.  My wife gets home about 9:30 or so.  You still have 3-1/2 hours to work on my ‘issues’.”

Now was my turn to be hesitant.  I had him reeled in, had the net in place; all I had to do was lift him out of the water.  It didn’t take me long to recover after seeing him sitting across from me with his legs spread apart and that package beckoning me.

“Stand up.”

He got up, hands at his side, and waited for my next command.  I got up and walked over to him, stopping about an arm’s length away.  He was looking deeply into my eyes and it made me wonder what was going through his head.  I reached up and took his hat off and sat it on the table.  He smiled, rubbed the top of his slightly balding head and said, “Old age,”

I took my hat off and said, “Not necessarily; I’m 4 years younger than you.”  He relaxed a little more.

I reached up and started undoing the buttons on his shirt.  He shivered a little as I worked my way down.  I pulled his shirt out of his jeans and finished the buttons off.  I then pulled his shirt off of him.  Oh man, I was more and more in lust with this guy by the minute.  I dropped his shirt on the chair behind him.  He just stood there with a sly grin on his face.

I then started tracing a trail through his chest hair with my finger, stopping at each nipple and giving a light pinch and a squeeze.  He moaned lightly.  I continued running my finger around his torso, down to his waist and back up.  He seemed content with this so far, so I got more bold and decided to replace my finger with my tongue.  He backed off at first; I think he thought I was gonna kiss him.  When he realized I wasn’t going for his lips, he relented and let me continue.

I ran my tongue around each of his nipples, then went back for the other one and started to work on it.  I was sucking on it and lightly biting and he was getting more and more into it.  He grabbed the back of my head with his right hand and pushed me in closer, then over to the other one.  He started to rub his hands through my hair and moaning softly.  I guess he was enjoying the attention.  If he thinks this is good, he’ll think he’s in Disneyland in a few minutes.

While my tongue was working on his chest I decided to put my hand to work as well.  I reached down with my right hand and put it on his leg and very slowly ran my hand up his inner thigh until I reached the promised land.  He was getting hard already.  I used my finger and drew an outline around his straining package.  Now I was hard.  I could feel his hardening cock on the soft denim of his jeans and started lightly rubbing on it.  He moaned louder and thrust his crotch into my hand.  I grabbed as much of him as I could get and started massaging him through his Wranglers.

Even though my hands were doing a dance of their own, my tongue hadn’t slowed down any on his chest.  I was sucking and biting his nipples like they were food for a starving man; which they were.  Part of what I enjoy most about having a straight man is that they’ve never really experienced someone making love to their body; they’re always the “aggressor”, always the one who has to please their partner.  Now was Andy’s chance to learn what it was like to have someone please him with total abandon.

While I was working his cock with my right hand, my left snuck around back; I just had to touch that awesome ass of his.  I reached behind him and grabbed a whole handful of firm ass cheek and just started massaging.  I was expecting him to resist the move, but he surprised me by moaning even louder and arching his ass back a little to allow me better access.  By this point I would have said yes if he’d asked me to be his slave for life.  Just think, I haven’t even got to taste the meat stick yet; but that was soon to come (or cum).

After playing with his ass for a couple minutes I could stand it no longer; I had to see the goods.  I started slowly moving my tongue lashing farther south, licking and kissing the entire way.  When I reached the waistband of his jeans, I undid the button with my teeth, but left his zipper up.  I then started licking his hardness through the soft denim, paying close attention to the head of his throbbing cock.  He wasn’t holding back any longer.  He grabbed my head and pushed me harder into his crotch, grinding his swollen cock into my face.  His moaning increased with every lick and thrust.

I needed it now.  I reached up and undid his zipper to unleash what I had wanted so badly.  Oh great, he’s wearing underwear, one more obstacle.  I grabbed the tops of his pockets and slowly pulled his jeans down to his knees.  Even hiding behind the soft cotton of his boxer-briefs, his hard cock looked very tantalizing.  Here I was squatting in front of my new cowboy, face to face with the biggest bulge I’ve ever seen in a pair of underwear.  Between his big heavy balls, and his throbbing cock I was looking at about 5 pounds of prime beef.  And I was very hungry.

I decided to leave his undies on for a while.  I opened my mouth wide and took in those big heavy balls, realizing I had to settle for one at a time.  Oh well; one’s better than none at all, right?  I started suckling on him like a newborn puppy.  I was working my mouth on him with such abandon, that by the time I decided to drop his shorts, they were soaked.

He was definitely starting to enjoy himself, and was slowly taking control of the situation.  He had both his hands on my head and was controlling my movement. He’d pull my head away occasionally, taunting me with that big, hard cock.  Then he’d shove my face back into his crotch and grind away.  I was in pure gay-boy heaven.  Now that I have his underwear soaking wet, it’s time to unleash the meat pack.  I put my finger in his waistband and lifted out and down over his throbbing cock, pulling them down to meet up with his jeans at his ankles.  I was now face to face with it, and I was in love.

There I was, face to face with what had to be the hottest cock I’d ever had the pleasure of looking at.  Now released from its confines, it stood out proudly at about 8 inches, and as thick as it was long.  More smooth than veiny, with a big ole mushroom head that was begging for a wet kiss.  Below this awesome meat stick hung a low hanging sack of bull balls.  I just knelt there admiring it all for almost a full minute.

The admiration was over, I needed to taste this thing.  I wrapped my right hand around his throbbing shaft at the base and lowered my mouth onto it.  I gave that big mushroom head the hottest, wettest kiss I could manage.  The taste was incredible; I needed more.  I crammed as much of it as I could down my throat and tasted all there was to be had.  Then I gagged.  He pulled out.  Damn! 

“You OK?”, he asked.

“Yeah, fine.  Got greedy.  Give it back.”

He chuckled and pointed it back toward my face.  I went a little slower this time and worked my way down as far as I could go. I couldn’t get it all in, but what was in sure tasted good.  I pulled back just to the head, licked around his glans, then plunged back down.  This was going well so far.  I let go of his shaft with my right hand and grabbed a handful of his swinging balls and started to massage them.  Then I decided my left hand was being ignored, so I reached behind him and grabbed another handful of his ass.  By this time I couldn’t even really hear him, I was off in my own little world.

I set up a nice, slow smooth rhythm on his sweet cock.  I’d cram as much as I could in my mouth, then slowly pull it back out, then slide it back in.  I was on my knees worshiping his raging hard-on, sucking for all I was worth.  After about 5 minutes of drooling over his cock, he pulled out.  I looked up at him like a little kid who just got smacked for sneakin a cookie. 

“What gives?”

“Where’s your bedroom?”

“To your left, through that door,” I said pointing.

He sat down on the chair, looking at me and smiling.  “Finish taking my clothes off.”

Who was I to argue?  I reached down, united his boots, pulled them off, then pulled the rest of his clothes off, just throwing them over my shoulder.  When I was done, he stood back up, looked down at me, offered me his hand; then pulled me up off the floor.  We were standing less than a foot apart; I could feel his breath on my face.  He smiled, turned to his left and pulled me into my bedroom.

Once in my room, he sat on the edge of my bed at looked up at me again.  I just looked back at him and smiled.  I assumed that he wasn’t really waiting for me to get undressed; didn’t figure he was interested in seeing the goods.  So I reached to his forehead and pushed him back on the bed; I still had work to do.  I knelt on the floor in front of the bed and buried my face back in his crotch.

By now I was a little more aware of my surroundings and as I was working his cock in and out of my mouth I could hear him moaning.  By now he was fully into what I was doing to him and he was showing his appreciation by issuing commands.  Things like, slower, faster, use more tongue, hold me in your mouth, lick my balls.  So much for the shy cowboy, huh?

After about 10 minutes of working his cock and balls, I got really brave and decided I needed to expand my oral attentions.  I was sucking on his balls then slowly worked my way under them, licking just above his cute little asshole.  My new goal.  I seriously doubt he’d ever even dreamt of anyone sticking their tongue up his ass, but that’s exactly what I had in mind.  I figured if I took him by surprise, he wouldn’t stop to think about what I was doing.  So as I was licking just above his hole, I grabbed both his legs and lifted them up to gain access.  No resistance.  Once I had his legs high enough to see my target, I buried my face in his ass and slammed my tongue as deep as it would go into his tight sphincter.  Oh yeah!

He moaned loudly and grunted.  “Oh fuck!  Oh man!  Fuck that feels great!  Oh yeah, eat my ass!!”

I did as he ordered and ate his ass like a starving man.  Next to sucking a big cock, there’s nothing I enjoy more than giving a good rim job.  Not to sound arrogant, but I’m pretty damn good at it too.  As I was tongue fucking my new cowboy I was getting the distinct impression that he was experiencing sensations he’d never before felt.  I was beginning to think I should turn some music on to drown out the moaning, but decided I really didn’t care.  I was enjoying hearing him as much as tasting him.

I munched on that man’s butt for at least 10 minutes, then turned him over on his stomach and munched on it some more.  After about 10 more minutes of eating him out, I was at a crossroads in this sex fest.  Did I want to have him shove that huge cock up my ass, or did I want to taste my treat?  I knew he really wouldn’t last much longer before blast off, so I had to make a choice about how to get him off.  A double dose would be the best thing, but I couldn’t count on that.  I decided I had to taste him, so I rolled him back over on his back.

After all, the man had only had one blowjob in his life, and didn’t even get off.  I had to show him what it was all about.  Back down I went.  I was making mad, passionate love to this cowboy’s cock and enjoying every inch and minute of it.  I slurped, sucked, licked and kissed this man’s beautiful cock for at least another 15 minutes.  His breathing started to become very rapid and he was thrusting harder into my mouth.  I knew he was close now.  I redoubled my efforts, determined to make this man pass out from the orgasm.

He didn’t quite pass out.

My only warning, “Oh FUCK!!!”

Volley after volley of hot cowboy cum came shooting out of his cock and blasting down my throat.   I was swallowing hard and fast trying to keep up.  Not to mention trying to keep from gagging, because he decided he needed to bury his cock down my throat while he was cumming.

What  a rush!  I felt his whole body convulse as his balls churned up a never-ending load of hot jizz.  After what seemed like a quart of cum spilling down my throat I pulled his cock out of my mouth so I could finish swallowing.  Still holding his spent cock in my hand I noticed I had missed a few drops that remained on the head, so I stuck his still hard cock back in my mouth to get the last few drops.  He shivered and tried to wrench my head off his dick.

I looked up at him from my favorite vantage point and grinned.  He looked at me, winked and said, “Oh my God, that was fucking awesome!”  His breathing was finally starting to slow a little, and he reached for my shoulders and pulled me up next to him.

I looked into his eyes and smiled an evil little grin.  “So what did you think of your first real blowjob?”

“I want another one.”

“Right now?”

“I don’t think I could handle another one right this minute, but I definitely want to try this again.  I’ve never felt so sexually satisfied in my life.  You are one great cocksucker; no offense.”

“None taken.  I aim to please.  You know what they say; when you enjoy what you’re doing you’re just that much better at it.”

“No shit; then you must really love what you just did.”

“I have to admit I enjoyed it.  I was hoping you did as well.  I really don’t want this to be a one-time gig, so I was trying to do the best that I could.  I’m happy to hear that you want more.  I definitely want more.”

“I really don’t think that will be much of a problem,” he said, grinning widely.

“How are you doing with all this, head-wise I mean?”

“You worked the head just fine.”

“Smart ass!  You know what I meant.  Are you feeling bad or guilty about it?”

“Not at this point, no.  I’m sorry that I can’t really promise you what I’ll be feeling like tomorrow.  Right now though, I feel like I just experienced sex as it was meant to be.”

“You ain’t seen nothing yet.”  I reached over and started massaging his balls again.  He moaned lightly and rested his hand on mine and guided me around his soft and satisfied manhood.  This is one of my favorite parts of having sex, the little afterglow when it’s over.  I was lying there wishing that I would be waking up next to my new cowboy stud, but I knew that was not to be.  We still had about an hour before his wife was due home from her classes, but I was hoping for a lot more time.

“I suppose you’re going to want to get going pretty soon,” I said.

“Believe me, I don’t ‘want’ to get going, but you know I have to.  Believe it or not, I’m sorry this has to end.  I’m really enjoying myself.  Like I told you, I want more, and we’ll find a way to make it happen.”  He then reached up and touched my face and smiled warmly.  I was a little surprised by this.  I wasn’t really expecting straight cowboy dude to be tender.  I think I was already starting to fall in love.

We lay next to each other for about a half hour, before he sighed and sat up.  He got up and walked into the bathroom to take a leak.  It sounded like a horse pissing against a flat rock.  He seemed to have a powerful flow as far as bodily fluids were concerned.  He shook it off, flushed the toilet and walked back into the bedroom.  Without saying anything, he turned back to the living room and started picking up his clothes and started slowly getting dressed.  When he was done, he looked at me and smiled again.

I got up off the bed and followed him out into the living room.  Now that he was dressed, I wanted to rip his clothes off again and start over, but I knew that wasn’t going to happen; not tonight.

“Jeff, can I get your phone number?  I want to call you later.”

“Of course.”  I wrote my phone number down on a scratch piece of paper and handed it to him.  I held his hand for a second when he reached to take the paper.  He smiled at me and thanked me.

I was standing there looking at him when it struck me that I still had to take him back to his pickup.  I’d forgotten about that and was expecting him to just walk out the door.  So I was having a blond moment; I’m entitled.  I walked into the kitchen to grab my coat off the chair and saw that the groceries were still sitting on the table.  Fuck ‘em.  It’ll give me a reason to go back to the store tomorrow.  I put my coat on and headed toward the door.  He grabbed my hand, pulled me into him and gave me the warmest, sweetest kiss I’d had in a long time.  I wrapped my arms around him and melted into his warm body.

He slowly pulled away from me and said, “I was ready for that.  And it wasn’t as gross as I thought it would be, but you need to shave.” 

“Gee thanks.  I think.  I’ll make sure I’m as smooth as a baby’s ass next time.”

“You’d better.”  He smiled then kissed me again quickly and we headed out the door. 

When we got back to the store I parked next to his pickup.  He looked at me, smiled, and got out of my truck.  He leaned his head in the door, “Thank you very much.  I will call you; I promise.”

“You’re very welcome.  I look forward to hearing from you.  Have a good night.”

“I already had a great night.  I’ll be thinking a lot about you.  Goodnight, Jeff.”

“Goodnight, Andy.”

He closed the door, walked over to his truck, got in and backed out.  I watched him drive away wondering if I ever really would hear from him again.  I decided that even if I didn’t I’d had one hell of a Friday night.

Posted: 09/28/12