Bus Stop Cowboy

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.”

I burst into laughter.  “You fucking moron.”

“You were fucking me awfully hard,” chuckled Scott.

“I’m always awfully hard when I fuck you.”

“Now who’s the fucking moron?”

We made love several times that night, and when we awoke the next morning, my ass was really sore.  I wondered whether we’d made a mistake barebacking one another, but Scott assured me he’d never fucked anyone raw before, and I trusted him.

In the morning, I sent up a drone to video the area before deciding on an initial plan for the building’s location.  Scott helped me put up some stakes to indicate the approximate location of the building, the driveway, and the two wind turbines that Frank Watkins wanted to install.  I sent the drone up again.  The next step required a survey team.

I began working on my initial sketch of the floorplan while Scott made lunch. I had decided to make each bunk room like a basic hotel room:  bathroom, closet, and main room with a bed and then seating area next to the window.  Each room would have a window looking out.  By stacking them, there would be a second floor of rooms.  Electrical and plumbing would be concentrated.  I was pleased with the way my initial plans were fleshing out.

Scott and I snuggled up and munched on chicken salad sandwiches and potato chips.  Both of us wanted to fuck before we headed back to the big house, by we admitted that the soreness of our asses, and honestly even our dicks were sensitive, meant we should hold off.  I got my things together and in the cab of the truck while he prepared the camper for movement, and we were on our way.

I fell asleep almost immediately, and when Scott woke me up, we were parked next to the barn.  “I need to take care of the trailer.  I’m not sure if I’ll get to see you at dinner, but maybe after?”

I leaned over and kissed him.  “Can you sneak into my room tonight?”

“That’d be fun.  I can try.”

“I love you, Scott.”

“And you know I love you,” he answered back.

I got out of the truck and headed toward the house.  I saw him pull the trailer into the barn and disappear from view as I walked up to the porch.  I rang the doorbell.

The old man who had taken away the dishes on the first night I was here opened the door.  “Mr. Smith.”

“Hello.”  No one had introduced me, so I didn’t know his name.  “How are you today.”

“I’m sure I’m fine,” he replied.  “Mr. Watkins asked me to tell you to go into his office when you arrived.”

“Oh.”  That was a surprise.  I didn’t realize he wanted to see me right away.  My paperwork and sketches weren’t organized.  “OK.  I’ll go right in then.”  I walked to Watkin’s office and was surprised to see Mr. Martin, my boss seated at a table across from Frank Watkins.

“Is something wrong?” I asked.

“I understand you’ve been indiscrete,” said my boss.

“I don’t believe so.  I am involved with one of Mr. Watkin’s employees, but it has not interfered with my work.  In fact, I just got back from surveying the proposed site.  Mr. Watkins sent the two of us, Scott and me, there to gather the information I’m using to determine the best placement for the structure.”

“Well, I’m taking over now, so you can hand your work to me.”

“I don’t understand, sir.”

“Did you not just admit to having a sexual relationship with Scott Leigh, the fiancé of Mr. Watkin’s son?”

I felt my face get flush.

“Pack your things, Mr. Smith,” said my boss.  “Mr. Watkins will provide you a ride to the bus station.  Just be glad that I’m not going to fire you outright.”

I placed my notebooks and drawings on the table and walked out of the room.  I went straight outside and to the barn.  I called Scott’s name.  He poked his head from the camper.  “What’s the matter?”

“They’re sending me home.  Watkins called my boss; he’s here, and he’s sending me home.”

“But you’re supposed to be here for two months,” Scott announced.  “Fuck.  You can’t leave yet.  You’re not supposed to leave at all.”

I grabbed him and kissed him.  “I don’t want to go.”  I undid his belt buckle and unzipped his pants as my tongue pushed into his mouth.  It didn’t take me long to push his pants below his rock hard dick.  As soon as I wrapped my hand around his cock, he pushed down my running shorts.  I leaned onto the bed and pulled my legs to my chest thereby exposing my swollen rosebud.  I spit into my hand and lubricated it as Scott moistened his cock with his own saliva.  In an instant, he penetrated me.  I felt his pelvic bone hit mine.

The sensation of the stretch and the fill, the physical union with the man I loved, and the pounding thrust of him made me want all of him inside me.  Scott’s jaw clenched down, and his face turned red.  His violent pounding was moving me across the bed at least an inch per thrust, and then he came four huge loads spilled into me.  He sat on the bed next to me and tears filled his eyes and cascaded down his cheeks.

“Fuck, Bray.  I love you so much.  This isn’t fair.  There are so many things I promised to do.  I can’t leave.  This is my home; I don’t want to leave.  I love you so much.

I moved over to hug him.  I kissed his head; then I slid off the bed and pulled up my pants.  “I love you.”  I went back to the house and packed my things.  When I came downstairs, Tom was waiting with a smirk on his face.  He said nothing to me.  I went outside.  A truck was waiting.  A man in his forties was driving.  I looked around, searching for Scott.  I put my bag in the back seat, got into the truck, and buckled in.  A rap on the window startled me, it was my boss.  I rolled it down.

“They aren’t expecting you for another week.  Consider it paid time off.” He walked away, and the truck sped down the driveway.  My eyes were burning by the time we got to town.  I had fought back tears the entire way.

The driver stopped the truck in front of the diner, and as soon as I retrieved my things from the back seat, he drove off.  I went inside and sat at a booth.  I was tired and upset.  I didn’t want to take a bus back home; I just wanted to be in my bed with the covers over my head.

Charlotte came up to my table and took a seat across from me.  “Poor baby.  I told you that he was trouble.”

“Grandma Charlotte.  I love that man.  He’s a good one.  I think Frank Watkins didn’t like it when Scott refused him.” 

“I told Scott he shouldn’t be messing with his boss.  He told me he'd get extra pay and job security.  What are you going to do?”  Her question made me consider my real choices.

“I’m going to go home and wait for Scott.  He has obligations he needs to take care of.  He loves me, and he’ll let me know when he’s done.  We never got to talk about it, but I knew how much he loved what he was doing, and I was willing to figure out a way to stay here.

“You were willing to give up your job and your life?”

“Oh, Grandma, I have no life at home.”

“Would you rather stay here?”

“What would I do?  I can’t make a living as an architect.  There aren’t enough people.”

“No, but I’ve been looking for someone to run my trailer park.  Some of the rentals need to be refurbished.  Some of the slabs could even have something built on them.”

“You’d want me to do that?”

“Well, I’m going to end up giving them to Scott, and I don’t have enough time to do this job and that one, and I like this one too much.”

“I can help you out until I know what’s going on.”

“Good.  I’ll take you over there later; when I get off work.  Or you could take my car now and look at it.”

“I’m not allowed to drive.  I have a seizure disorder.  You can give me directions, and I’ll walk.”

“I’ll take you.”

The voice behind me belonged to Scott.  I stood us and spun around.  It was he, dressed in his cowboy hat and boots.  I threw my arms around him and began to cry.

“Stop acting like the pussy that you are,” he scolded.  “What the hell, did you think, I’d let you walk out of my fucking life?  No way baby.  You’re mine for keeps.”

I kept holding him.

“The old lady offered me that place years ago.  We can try to make a go of it, but I might need to get a second job to keep our heads above water.  At least, at first, or I can go with you to the city.  You get to choose.”

“It seems I win no matter which one I pick because I’ll still be with you.”

“And I win, too.  Which will it be?”

I looked into his beautiful eyes and kissed him.  “I’ll pick…”

It doesn’t matter where you are when you’re with the right man.