Bus Stop Cowboy

Previously, from Part 1

“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?” Scott 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?”

“Shit. That’s you. But...”

“My bus was early. Give me a condom.”

Scott smiled and reached into a cubby on the other side of the van. He pulled out a gold package and tore it open. “You know,” he said, “I never bottom.” His smile became a smirk.

“Don’t I feel privileged then? Hurry up and get that condom on me.”

Scott pulled the rubber out. The way he fumbled with it, I could tell he was nervous. He tried to put it on inside-out. We’ve all done that, but it’s an amateur move. “Let me finish that. Lube your ass.”

“Shit man, you’re so big.”

“And you want every inch of me, don’t you.”

He smiled at me as he pushed his lubed finger inside his hole. “Fuck, I sure as hell do.”

I grabbed his ass. “Sit on me, so you can control it. You’re so fucking sexy that I’d want to push all the way in.”

He adjusted himself, and I helped line my dick up with his hole. He moved down, but his clenched pucker resisted.

“Come on baby; lean forward and relax.” I saw his teeth clench as the head of my dick popped into him.

“Fuck, it’s huge,” he groaned without relaxing his jaw. I could tell he wanted to holler from the stretch, but his ego wouldn’t let him.

“Go slow, baby. I don’t want to tear anything with my monster dick.” My dick was only seven inches long and about five inches around. I’d even measured around the crown once, and it was five and a half inches around. I was hardly a monster. Scott was just a pussy when it came to being fucked. But I wanted him, so I was willing to make allowances and train him. He was pushing himself farther down my shaft. His ego still wouldn’t let him admit the pain.

When he had as much of me inside him as was possible, he let out a sigh.

“Just stay like that while you get used to it.” I tightened the muscles that made my dick jerk.

“Fuck. What are you doing?”

“Do you like it?”

“Yeah.” He had a big grin. “I didn’t realize what I’ve been missing. Shit but that feels good.” Then Scott became very quiet. He moved up and down on my shaft. “I’m glad you’re the first guy to fuck me.” His voice was just above a whisper.

“Let me know when you’re ready to get on your back,” I told him.

“Now.” His voice was still calm.

We moved places, and as I prepared to enter him, he held my head with his two hands. “Pretend you love me while you fuck me.”

I thought it to be a strange thing to request, and as I looked at him I wondered whether this strange attraction I had for him was because I was starting to love him. I pushed my dick into him. “I fucking love you, Scott.”

“Fuck, you’re so big, Bray. You’re the only man I’ll let do this to me.”

“Handsome cowboy stud.”

“Yeah.

“You’re my bus stop cowboy, Scott.” I began to fuck him even faster, even harder.

“I’m yours. I’m fucking yours. Give me your dick.” Scott squirted his semen so hard that a stream hit the ceiling of the van.

I leaned into him and kissed him as I fucked. He grabbed my ass, and I unloaded into the condom. I had never had sex like that before. I couldn’t get my breath to slow down. I wanted to keep fucking him. I kissed him, gently this time; I continued to move in and out of him.

“Don’t stop, baby. You’re still hard. Can you come again, Bray? I want you to take the condom off and come inside me. Oh, fuck, I want to feel your skin against me.”

“Oh, Scott. I want that, too. But we can’t. You know we can’t.”

“I know,” he answered, “but I want you so fucking bad.”

“You’ve got me.” I rested against his chest. I could hear his heart beating. Did he have me? What would I do when this project was complete? All I could think about was how it felt with him inside me. Nobody had ever wanted me the way he did. But was it real?

The view on the way to the ranch was beautiful. Scott told me that it would take about two hours to get there, and as beautiful as it was, I started to feel drowsy. I’d told him what little there was to say about my life: one brother, two sisters, two parents. My brother was the only one I talked to, the rest were horrified when I came out to them. Sam, my brother, told me he already knew; he’d borrowed my laptop once. He hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. He told me he loved me and hoped that things wouldn’t be too difficult for me. ‘Anywhere, anytime, anything,’ he’d said.

Hard work had got me through school, and I was with a good firm, and this was the first major project I was in charge of.

“Well, you pretty much know about me,” he said. “My mother was a whore, and the pills didn’t work once, so here I am. When I was about thirteen, I realized I was more interested in fucking guys than girls, but I hadn’t done anything about it. One of my mother’s regulars came by when she wasn’t there. He noticed I was looking at him, and he asked me if I wanted to play. He let me fuck him, and after that, I was hooked. I barely made it through school; I didn’t get in trouble, but one of the cops found out I was alone a lot, and he hooked me up with the horse riding school. That got me the job on the ranch. I don’t get as much ass as when I lived in town, but it’s a good life for someone like me.” He paused and glanced over at me. “Actually, it’s a good life for anyone.”

I reached over and held his hand. I noticed the speedometer maintained 85. “You can close your eyes and rest.”

“I was up most of the night on the bus,” I admitted.

“I’ll wake you just before we get there.”

I was asleep in minutes.

“Hey, sleepy, we’re here.” Scott woke me. I opened my eyes and tried to stretch. My neck was stiff, and I had to pee. We turned onto a gravel road with a huge gate. I saw Scott press a garage door opener, and the gate slid open. We passed through, and I scanned around us.

“Where’s the house?”

“On the other side of that rise. We’ll be there in about fifteen minutes.”

I was actually surprised that the gravel road was as smooth and even as it was. I hadn’t expected that, but I hadn’t expected the house to be so far from the road. I realized that I hadn’t expected anything; I just hadn’t thought about it.

Scott sped up a little; he sure liked to drive faster than I would have if I were allowed behind the wheel. We were on our third hill when I saw a huge house and a metal barn ahead. We pulled into an opening in the barn, and Scott parked the Blazer between a Suburban and an older beat-up pickup.

“I’m assuming they’re going to have you staying in the big house. The bunkhouse here is just one big room. But right now, I need to take a piss. You probably do, too. I’ll take your stuff to the house and find out where the boss man is. The bathroom is this way.”

We went through a few doors, and then into a room with a sink and a toilet. Scott locked the door behind him. He grabbed me and kissed me. “I kept wanting to pull the truck over and do that the entire way here. I might need you to help hold my dick down so I can take a leak without peeing on the wall.” He chuckled. He undid his pants and unzipped them. Once he freed his cock, it was indeed hard and pointing straight out. He pushed down and waited. Finally, a stream of urine hit the water in the bowl.

I’d never paid attention to another guy taking a piss, but I found it erotic watching the liquid flow from his slit and arc out and down. I had an overwhelming urge to urinate, and I undid my pants and pushed them down, too. My underwear and belt-line dropped to just above my knees. Although my dick was partially hard, I had no trouble peeing. I played around intersecting the streams.

Our bladders emptied at about the same time. Scott turned and looked at me. Lust and desire were in his eyes. It was a little frightening and exhilarating at the same time. He pulled a wrapped condom from his shirt pocket, and I watched him put it on. His eyes never left mine. He came forward and lifted me from the ground by my buttocks. My knees bent and rested against his shoulders. He pushed me against the wall and pressed his lips against mine. With one hand, he held me there as his other hand moved his covered dick up and against my hole. I gasped as he pushed himself into me.

The strength that it took to hold me up and against the wall seemed to come easily to him, and he began to fuck me as though it took no effort. The angle of our sex gave him access to me in a new and different way. His forehead pressed against mine as his cock pressed deep inside me.

My voice squeaked, “Oh, Scott, yes. I’m yours.”

He growled. “Fucking A, you’re mine. And I’m yours, baby. Take my dick. It’s got your name on it.”

He continued to pound me, excite me, force me to become harder. I could only utter, “fuck me, baby, fuck me.” And then I came. Without either of us touching my dick, I came, and as my ass tightened around his cock, I felt him fill the condom. He gave two hard thrusts, and then he stopped. He continued to hold me there, motionless.

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.”