Bus Stop Cowboy

From Part 2

Our breathing was in sync, and his gaze bore into my soul. He could see I’d made a place for him there. His next words let me know there was a place for me in his. “I’m never going to fuck anyone else. Ever.”

Scott slowly moved his hands so I could unfold my legs. He did it carefully, gracefully, and I was soon standing before him. Our cocks rubbed together; his still covered, and the end of the condom filled with his seed.

I know this will sound crazy, but at that moment, I wanted to have a baby with him. I wanted us to have a family, people with whom we could share the love that I knew was growing in my heart.

Scott was still looking at me when his face became serious.

“What is it?” I moved my hand and pressed it to his cheek.

“There’s this song I hate, but it just popped into my head. It’s the one that says it’s crazy because I just met you, but here’s my number.”

I started to laugh. “I was kind of thinking the same thing, but not that song; it reminds me of the Cookie Monster.”

“What?”

“You got cookie, share it maybe. You don’t know it?”

Scott shook his head.

“We’ll watch it later.”

We got cleaned up after our love exchange, and Scott gave me a tour of the building. It was a combination garage, barn, and bunkhouse. It seemed to me that the design was haphazard. Rooms were not organized, and space was not utilized efficiently. But I was here to design a new barn combination building. I was to receive the parameters with my first meeting with Mr. Watkins.

The two of us walked to what Scott called the Big House. I wanted to hold his hand, but I wasn’t sure who might be watching and what the attitudes might be. I thought I saw someone watching us from an upstairs window. The house was huge and surrounded by tall pines. The lack of flowers or other shrubberies around the edge of the house told me the owner was too busy or didn’t care about such things. I spied a vegetable garden to the side.

We climbed up the porch and Scott rang the bell. I was already feeling uncomfortable before a man in his early twenties opened the door. His eyes bored holes into Scott’s skull.

“Have you come to help me out?” The voice was direct, masculine, and filled with attitude.

“I’ve brought the architect, Tom.” Scott’s voice let me know he was on edge.

Tom’s eyes began to bore into me. “I’m Brayden Smith.” I put my hand out, and it was ignored.

Tom looked back over at Scott. “You took a long time in the garage.”

“Is your father here?” asked Scott.

“You fucked him, didn’t you.” Tom turned to me. “He fucked you, didn’t he?”

“Mr. Watkins,” I said rather curtly. “I’m here to see your father. Mr. Leigh brought me here from town and gave me a tour of the building. I’m not sure what type of disagreement you have with him, but you will not drag me into it. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yeah?” said Tom. “Well, fuck you.”

“What’s going on here?” asked a deep voice from within the house.

“I’m being harassed,” I called back.

A man in his forties stepped into the doorway. “By whom?”

I pointed a finger at Tom. “By this rude young man who has refused to shake my hand and has accused me of being a slut. I’ve come here to do a job, and the hostility with which I’ve been met is most unwelcoming.”

A hand moved quickly and slapped Tom across the face. “I am tired of this obsession you have with Scott. Get yourself in your room before I send the foreman to castrate your ass.” Frank looked at Scott and then at me. “I sincerely apologize for his behavior.”

“Thank you,” I replied.

“Scott, will you wait for me in my office. I’m going to show Mr. Smith to his room. I’m sure he’s tired after traveling all night.”

Frank Watkins led me upstairs to a guest room and told me lunch was at 1:00. I still had almost an hour. I took my clothes out of my luggage and hung them to reduce the wrinkles, then I took a quick rinse to clean off the dried cum from my skin. I wondered what Scott was doing, and I realized how he was filling my thoughts. I’d just met him this morning, and he’d made love to me twice, and I’d made love to him once. I wanted to go to the beach with him and lie in the warm sand. And I bet there were great trails to hike in the mountains just off to the west. I wondered if we could snuggle in a sleeping bag in a tent while the wind howled outside. I was toweling myself dry when I heard a gentle rapping at the door. I wrapped the towel around me and cracked it open.

It was Scott, and he had changed clothes.

“Aren’t you looking spiffy, Mr. Leigh.”

“I was sent to shower and change, and then to let you know the lunch will be ready in about five minutes.”

“It shouldn’t take me that long to get dressed.”

“I told Watkins that I thought you were a special guy,” said Scott.

“And what did he say?”

“He agreed that you were sexy, handsome, and smart.”

“Did he?” I asked. I could tell there was more. “What else?”

“He said he can understand why I would want to fuck you and that he understands why you would want me to.”

“He does, does he?”

“He says it’s the same reason he likes it when I fuck him.”

That felt like a bit of a slap. I figured that Scott had done the son and had cut him off. He was doing the father. “If he thinks I like it when we’re together for the same reason…”

“I told him that he was wrong about you and us. I told him that even though I’d just met you, I wasn’t interested in getting my rocks off with anyone else.”

I took a deep breath.

“Bray, I told you in the bath… in the barn… that I wasn’t going to do it with anyone else. I meant it.” His eyes begged me to believe him.

“I know. I believe you. Frank understands that you won’t… that he…”

Scott held my shoulders. “He knows he can’t suck me anymore, that I’m not going to suck him anymore, and that I won’t fuck him anymore. I told him.” Scott’s face made a smirk. “He’s not happy because he knows I was the best fuck he’s ever had.”

“You fucking asshole. You know you’re good, so stop.”

Scott turned and pulled his pants down, exposing his ass to me. “No. This is the asshole that you’ll be fucking.” He pulled his pants back up. “I just wish we had time now.”

I slipped my hand into his pants and gave him a wedgie. “Be careful, or that’s the only fun that hole of yours is going to have.”

Scott grabbed my head and gave me a long, wet, passionate kiss. His hand squeezed my crotch and made my dick hard. “Enjoy lunch with the hardon I just gave you. Let’s go eat.”

I wanted to say ‘bastard’ and then kiss him, but I didn’t want to use a word that accurately described him. I didn’t want to hurt him.

“Why so suddenly serious?”

“Thinking about what I’m going to do with this hard cock of mine. I bet there will be a lot of cowboys in the bunkhouse later who need some loving.”

“You wouldn’t.”

He was right. I wouldn’t.

After lunch, Mr. Watkins gave me the parameters of the new building. He wanted space for vehicles, ranch equipment, horse stalls, storage, and individual rooms for the ranch hands as well as a kitchen, eating area, and gathering area. Once I had a design, we would know the size of the slab and metal structure to erect before building out the inside.

About two-thirty in the afternoon, Scott and I headed out to the area he wanted to build the new facility. I was told to get a change of clothes and meet Scott outside the Big House.

Outside, a 4x4 hauling a small travel trailer was waiting. Mr. Watkins and his son joined me on the porch.

“Dad, you’re sending them with a bed. You know they’re going to sleep together,” whined Tom.

“Tired of hearing about it, son. He was never yours. Truth is, he was never mine either. Personally, I think you should see if Jeff is interested.”

“Jeff Kattan, the cook?”

“He’s got a nice dick; he’s not as skilled as Scott, but then, no one’s ever fucked you, so you won’t know the difference.”

Tom went back into the house. Frank turned to me. Tom might still give you trouble, but Scott made it clear that you’re his forever man. Or he thinks so. I’m wise enough to let it play out. Have fun. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He went inside as well.  

I switched my back to the other hand and went down to the truck. Scott was waiting inside. He gave me a crooked smile that made my dick swell. I buckled up and off we went. After an hour getting there, I understood why Watkins wanted something closer to where half the guys worked. He told me he planned to drill a well for water and wanted solar panels and a generator for electricity. He also planned for a buried cable for electricity; although I wasn’t sure how practical that was for the distance, I would plan for it in my design.

I pulled my camera from my bag and took pictures of the area and made some notes in my small notebook. Scott set up the trailer, making sure it was level and turning on the gas for the stove and water heater. I walked the area while it was still light, and checked my compass to help determine the best orientation for entry and solar panel set-up. With my initial assessment complete. I went into the camper to avoid the insects that seem to thrive at sunset.

I closed and latched the door to find Scott on the bed, naked. His finger was moving in and out of his hole. “I lubed myself up for you. How much more work do you have?”

I put my things down. “Do you know how many times you’ve distracted me today?” I pulled my shirt over my head. “And here you are playing with yourself and pretending that you’re doing me a favor.” I kicked off my shoes and slid out of my pants.

“I just wanted to make things easier for you,” said Scott.

“Bull shit,” I countered. “You just want my dick, and you knew I couldn’t resist if you splayed your legs and exposed that cute little rosebud to me. I should just jerk myself in the bathroom so you can’t watch.”

“And waste my cute little hole? You know you want it. You’ve been wanting it. Come on.”

“I don’t think so.”

“But you’re already so hard.” Scott reached out and touched my dick. “Maybe you could just put the tip inside me.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“And you would too. Do it. Fuck me with just the tip.”

“No. I think I’ll stick the whole thing in.”

“You don’t have the ball to stick your entire cock inside my ass in one shove.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m kind of a pussy where fucking is concerned.” I moved closer and rubbed my cock against his hole.

“You fucking tease. I should sit on it again. That way I can get all of your measly dick.”

“All of it?” I shoved my cock into him, all the way to the hilt.

Scott gasped, “You fucker; you fucking asshole.”

I began to pump in and out of him. His surprised look gave way to moans and a grin. “Shit, this feels right, so right.”

“Oh, Bray. Fuck me harder. I want to hear your balls slap against me.”

I wrapped my arms around his legs and grabbed onto his shoulders. I pressed my mouth to his. I pushed his tongue back into his mouth with mine. My abs contracted with a force I’d never given before, and I was amazed at the frequency of my thrusts. I could feel my balls tightened, and I shuddered as I never have before as I dumped load after load of my seed.

The full force of my body fell upon him as I collapsed onto him. “Oh, fuck, baby. I think that was more intense than before. Cum oozed out of his hole. “Shit, Scott. I wasn’t wearing a condom.”

“You bastard, Bray. You better not have got me pregnant.”