Bus Stop Cowboy

I was excited when my boss gave me the assignment to design a barn for his cousin Frank. “He is a successful rancher, and he owns more land than I can remember, square miles worth. I know you can do this; he wants me to do it, but I just don’t have the time with the Duenas project problems.

The original plan to get me there was changed so many times that I was glad that I was on the correct bus and arriving at the correct station, even if it was six hours ahead of time. I know most people would have driven, but a medical condition prevents my having a license. I stepped off the bus, waited for my luggage, and took a good look around me.

The elevation was higher than I was used to, but not by much. Everything was green except for the tops of the mountains in the distance. My bag came off the bus, and I took it. I continued to look for a few minutes at the scenery. It was so beautiful that I wondered for a few moments whether it would be possible to live here and to make a living. I took a deep breath and walked toward the entrance to the café attached to the station. As I reached the door, a tall handsome man in a cowboy had opened the door for me. He was as beautiful as the scenery.

He smiled and a tingle shot through my body. Shit, but I’m sure my dick dumped a cup of precum into my underwear. “I don’t suppose you’re single and would like to have breakfast with me?”

I saw his eyes dart into the room and then back at me. “I’d love it.”

His smooth tenor voice induced another shot.

We walked to a booth, and he took my bag and shoved it to the end and allowed me to sit. A gentleman, I thought. I had to look several inches up to see into his eyes. At five-six, most guys were taller than I was, but he was just the right height to make the difference sexy. “I’m Scott,” he said, “Scott Leigh.”

Fuck me, Scott. All the way, Scott. I could hear myself say his name. I adjusted myself as I sat. I needed to relax. My dick was becoming too hard, and I was a little uncomfortable in this position.

“I’m Brayden Smith.”

“Well that’s a city name,” he replied.

“My friends…”

“Don’t matter what your friends call you. The guy who’s gonna fuck you after breakfast is calling you Bray.”

How did he know that’s what I wanted him to do? I could tell by the way his shirt covered him that he was an athlete, or that he should have been one. The fit of his jeans and his scuffed cowboy boots made me ache for him.

I was trying to think of what to say to him when the waitress walked up. “Hey Scotty, what are you having today? Besides this guy?” She let out a cackle that made the dead cover their ears.”

“Charlotte, you will be nice to Bray. I’m thinking about marrying him.” Scott winked at me.

Charlotte looked over at me. “You don’t want to marry this guy,” she advised. “Half the time, he’s out herding cattle. The other half, he’s off mending fences, and…”

“And the third half?” I asked.

“He’s running errands in town and fucking every ass that’ll bend over for him.”

I leaned toward Charlotte. “He won’t be fucking anyone but me after we’re married.”

“Yeah? You’re delusional,” she said.

“You know what, Charlotte. I find out he’s been putting his dick where it doesn't belong, and I’ll chop it off and put it in a jar to remind both of us what we’ve lost from his poor decisions.”

“He sounds serious,” she told Scott. “You gonna risk it?”

“I’m going to have a waffle with my 2 eggs and bacon. Don’t screw up the eggs.”

“Scrambled, a touch of wet.”

Scott nodded. “Perfect, Grandma. Make it so.”

“And what will the husband-to-be have?”

“I’ll have the same thing,” I announced.

“A match made in heaven,” Charlotte replied. She walked off.

“Is she really your grandmother?” I asked.

“She sure as shit is, and she’s a hoot,” Scott started to laugh. “I lived with her growing up. My mother was in and out, and when I was eleven, Grandma caught me fucking the kid up the street. Know what she did?”

“What? Buy you some condoms and lube?” I smiled.

“She did. How’d you know? She told me that she wanted me to be safe.” He smiled a perfectly white, if not perfectly straight, smile.

The epitome of white trash, I thought. Shit, he was sexy. I wondered where we could fuck before I had to go to work.

Scott leaned forward and whispered. “I’ve got a condom in my pocket now.”

“From when you were eleven?” I thought my reply was clever.

“Fuck you. I used those up the first month.”

I thought about the condoms I’d bought during my lifetime. Most of them were used when I masturbated to keep from making a mess. I bet most of his rubbers kept shit off his dick.

Charlotte brought some coffee.

“Thanks, Grandma.”

“So, tell me, Grandma Charlotte. Honestly, is Scott a good catch? I know he’s a slut. He’s admitted that to me.”

“Hey,” interjected Scott.

“But is he a good guy?”

“Well, honey, he’s a hard worker; he saves his money. He drinks too much on weekends. I’d love it if he’d stopped playing the field and settle down. But let me tell you, I don’t think you’re the guy to tame him.”

“I told you that I’m going to marry this guy, Grandma.”

“He’s a fucking idiot if he marries you. You’ll cheat on him first chance you get. You listen to your dick instead of your brain. Let me get your breakfast.”

I looked at Scott. He was entirely fuckable. Maybe it was time to stop teasing one another about getting married. Charlotte dropped the breakfast off and left. We hadn’t said anything.

“Eat your breakfast,” I said. “You’ll need your strength. I’m expecting more than a couple of pokes with that dick of yours.”

“Don’t worry. You’ll get the best fuck of your life.”

We walked back out into the crisp air, and Scott led me to an older Chevy Blazer. It was parked next to a tree at the edge of the parking lot. He opened the passenger door and put my bag on the seat. “Get in the back.” I did as he asked. One side of the back held tools and the other side had a foam mattress. He got in on the driver’s side and joined me in the back. “Sometimes I sleep back here when I’m working, but I’ve never brought a guy back here.”

Something told me he was being honest. I straddled his legs and leaned forward and kissed him.

“Some guys don’t like kissing, but I do.” He began to devour my mouth. His lips moved from mine to my chin to my jawline to my ear and back to my lips. His tongue was well-practiced in the art of driving a man to come in his shorts. It was the best kissing I’d ever experienced. I did my best to keep up with him.

He continued kissing me as he unbuttoned my shirt. I pulled it off when he was done and went to work on his. He was now kissing my shoulder and collar bone. He slid effortlessly out of his shirt. I reached between his legs and felt his hardness. His cock swelled larger as I pushed against it.

“Take your fucking pants off.” His command was demanding and forceful.

“Take yours off first, you fucking stud,” I replied.

He grabbed the back of my head with one hand. “Fuck but you make me horny.” He pulled a condom from his pants pocket, kicked off his boots, and presented me with his naked body. Slender, muscular, mildly hairy with a patch of straight chest hair between his pecs, and a straight stiff, seven-inch cut cock just begging to explore my hole.

I removed my pants as quickly as I could. I squatted on his lap. He covered his cock with the condom and then pushed me around and on my back. My right leg hung off the mattress; my other bent upwards with my foot against the ceiling. I don’t know where the lube came from but he was rubbing it against my hole.

“I’ve been wanting to fuck you since I first opened the door for you. You’re delicious.” He began to finger fuck me. “Oh, look at how you want me inside you.” I heard the slurping sound of his wet fingers moving, and then he repositioned himself and penetrated me.

His was the perfect sized dick for my hole. It went inside with the right amount of resistance and moved across my prostate with perfection. I moaned loudly, and he began fucking me with a rhythm that sent jolts of pleasure through me. I reached up and ran my fingers through the hair on his chest. Each time he withdrew, I felt an emptiness that was soon refilled with what I can only describe as a type of pressure. It felt wonderful. His rhythm began to pick up; he began to slam into me with more force until he pushed against me hard and a full feeling took over as he unloaded his cum.

“You going to let me do this every night when we’re married?” He smiled down at me and then kissed me again. It was the best kiss I’d ever had.

“Your grandmother doesn’t think I should. Marry you, that is.”

“She’s against marriage. She never did it. My mother never did it.”

I reached up and brushed the hair from his eyes. Our eyes locked. His face had a strange look. His cock continued to throb inside me. It was a moment that I wished I could freeze.

“I don’t bottom, but I want you to fuck me now,” he said. His tone was soft and gentle.

His phone alarm suddenly began to buzz.

“Shit,” he said as he moved to grab it. His dick pulled out of me, and I sat up with a start. He turned the alarm off. “Fuck. I’m here to pick up some guy and take him to the ranch. His bus will be here in five minutes. I need to get dressed.”

“You’re here to get someone who’s arriving by bus? What’s his name?”

“Fuck if I know. Let’s see. It’s in one of these texts. Fuck, where is it?” He scrolled.

“You say ‘fuck’ too much. It loses its power,” I told him.

“The fuck you say. No, I don’t. Here it is. Some dude named Smith.”

“Maybe Brayden Smith? And you’re taking him to see Frank Watkins?” I asked.

“Shit. That’s you. But...”

“My bus was early. Give me a condom.”