The Contract

My boss informed me that I would be spending one week per month overseeing work on a contract that our company was busy with, six months after I commenced working. The construction of this plant was outside a small town, one hundred and fifty miles away from the city where I lived. I would have to drive to this town early on a Monday and stay in a motel before returning home after work on Fridays. My boss estimated that I would be following this routine for several months. The motel was clean and modern and the rooms were comfortable. The best feature of my ‘suffering’ was the luxurious king-sized, which negated all my woes.

The motel had a popular bar, frequented by the locals in the town. From Monday to Thursday evenings, the bar was quieter, but on Friday and Saturday nights, it pumped, according to Terry, the barman.

After dinner on my first Thursday evening, I popped into the bar for my nightly beer. After sitting at the counter, I observed a man enter. He looked like your typical cowboy. After placing his hat on a stand at the door, he approached the bar. Before ordering his beer, he observed me and uttered a friendly, “Howdy.”

Terry then introduced the cowboy as Abe and me as Perry. With his beer in hand, Abe sat on the stool next to me. Abe worked on a nearby farm and always frequented the bar on Thursdays, finding Fridays and Saturday nights too rowdy. 

Abe was about six-foot-two tall and thickset. The skin on his face and hands looked like old leather. I would find out during the evening that he was thirty-six years old, but he looked well over forty years of age to me. Abe had a light brown dust ring on his forehead, presumably from his cowboy hat, and he had a fresh scar that ran from beneath his nose and over his lips to the left side of his thick chin.

Two weeks before, he had been kicked in the mouth by a horse, resulting in over forty stitches. He had also lost three teeth, two top incisors, and one lower incisor. The missing teeth gave his deep drawl a whistling sound when he spoke.

Abe would only be receiving his false teeth in ten days' time but was thankful that he could now regrow his beard and moustache.

Chatting with him, I realized that he was good-looking. He had the sexiest green eyes that seemed to flicker with excitement when he spoke. His full head of hair was dark and short, with just a hint of red. Abe’s huge hands were rough and scarred but very sexy. His smile, even with the missing teeth, was cute. I had always been attracted to masculine men but felt that Abe might be a step too far for me. I did, nevertheless ponder what a sexual encounter with him would be like.

We enjoyed each other’s company for the next couple of hours before I arose to leave to go to my room. Abe got blown away when I settled our bill. I then explained that the payment was a company perk, and therefore no cost to me personally.

A month later, I again bumped into Abe in the bar on Thursday evening. His false teeth had arrived and his facial hair, which suited him, looked great. Abe also appeared to be neater than on our previous encounter. During on conversation that evening, he was astonished to find that I had never ridden a horse.

As we left the bar later, he asked about the accommodation at the motel. I then offered to show him my room. Abe was very impressed and overwhelmed by the enormous bed. I made a joke that if he wanted to try it out the following month, I would happily sleep on the couch. Observing me earnestly with a smile, he replied that he might just take me up on my offer before he departed.

A month later, I again met Abe at the bar. I had hoped he would be there and was pleased when I saw him. During the evening, he pulled a toothbrush out of his top pocket and surprised me by asking if my offer about the bed still stood.

Astounded, I delighted replied, “Sure.”

He told me that he had always dreamed of sleeping in a decent bed and hoped I would not think him a nuisance. I assured him that it would be okay, before going on to say that I would consider it an honour to make his dream come true. As we spoke, I pondered how many of us take the ordinary things in life for granted. After our three evenings together, I had come to realize that Abe had lived a hard life.

Later, with our nightcaps in hand, we left for my motel room. After consuming our beers in the room, I asked Abe if he wanted to shower. He did indeed! Abe only got to shower once a week on the farm where he worked, and that was on Sunday mornings. The rest of the time, he had to hand-wash himself. While he showered, I made my bed on the couch with a spare blanket provided in the cupboard and two of the four pillows on the bed.

After emerging from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, Abe placed the clothes he was carrying on a small table in the room. Then, undoing the towel off his waist, he busied drying his hair thoroughly. Abe had a stunning body despite his farmer’s tan. His forearms, hands, neck, and face were much darker than the rest of his body. He had pale skin, and the hair on his body appeared lighter and redder than the hair on his head.

Although he had a cut penis, he had got mutilated shortly after birth in one of the most barbaric practices. Fortunately, there was ample loose skin touching the head of his dick. The shaft of his dick was pale, and his cock head quite pinkish in colour. His knob was long, thick, and floppy. After excusing myself, I took my turn in the bathroom.

Once done, I entered the bedroom wearing underpants to find Abe snuggled up in the large bed. He had an enormous smile as he luxuriated in comfort. As I was about to settle down on the couch, I looked up at him. With the sexiest look on his face, he patted the space on the bed next to him.

“Hey buddy, this is a massive bed, please, don’t make me feel shit. There is more than enough place for both of us,” he said.

Hesitating for a few seconds, I gingerly moved to the right side of the bed before settling in with my underpants still on. He regarded me for a while, with his head supported on his left hand.

Extending his right arm Abe placed his fingers on my left cheek, running his thumb side to side across my lips. As I finally made eye contact with him, he asked, “Are you going to give me some man-love tonight, buddy?”

Babbling pathetically, I dumbfounded answered, “Yeesss.”

Moving his body closer, he gently kissed my mouth. As his potency increased, he lifted his head explaining that he had better remove his two dental plates just in case I swallowed them. With both of us laughing, he turned and extracted them before placing them on the bedside table next to him. After returning to my lips, his passion intensified.

Next, lifting his body, he encouraged me to move to the middle of the bed, and before settling on top of me as he removed my underpants. After opening my legs, I soon felt his erect penis grinding into my genitals. Several minutes later, after tossing the duvet off the bed, he turned, assumed the sixty-nine position on top of me.

As my penis got absorbed in the heat of his mouth, I began to grapple with his substantial knob. Inch by inch, I managed to accommodate his cock in my mouth and down my throat. Once he detected my growing comfort, he began solidly face-fucking me.

Overcome with excitement, I shot my load within a minute and heard him groan his approval as he blissfully savoured my offering. Lifting up soon afterward and turning his body, he rotated me onto my stomach. After pushing my legs apart, I soon felt his dick make contact with my backside. Aroused as he was, his entry was slightly impatient. Recognizing my discomfort, however, he slowed immediately, allowing me time to adjust. When he sensed my relaxation shortly after, he began to pick up speed as he speared into me. As my butthole clamped onto his cock hungrily, my horny moans escalated. Grunting, he filled me with his cowboy cream soon after.

We lay there panting for a few minutes, regaining our composure. We chatted for a while once our breathing had returned to normal.

When his hand began caressing my body a short while later, I knew that we were far from done. After lifting my torso, he placed my arse back on his knob.

“If you’re going to learn to ride a horse tonight, buddy,” he said, before adding, “You’d better secure yourself on the saddle properly.”

I instinctively knew what I had to do and guided his cock into me with my left hand. He placed his hands on my hips as I lowered onto him, thrusting upward to conjoin our bodies.

Soon, I was swaying in a lustful dance and swaying my hips as he pistoned into me with increasing energy. He growled as his fingers burrowed into my flesh. I begged him not to cum too quickly and make it last forever. He began varying his pace as my bucking continued for twenty magic minutes.

With him pinching my nipples, I frantically masturbated before we shot our loads within seconds of one another. Falling forward, we kissed passionately in tribute to our performance.

Abe had to be at work by six the following morning, and so, we fell asleep soon after. Unbeknownst to me, he had set his phone alarm for five a.m.

When we awoke to a buzzing sound in the morning, his body closed in on mine from behind. Pulling my right leg over his thigh, he began prodding at my hungry butt-hole. His invasion was urgent but satisfying, and shortly my butt was receiving its morning kneading from my cowboy lover. With a steady rhythm, he continued his onslaught for the next half-hour before we came.

As he was leaving, we arranged to meet the following month.

Driving home the following day, I knew that the next three weeks would be the longest of my life. I was even pondering the possibility of a position at the plant where I was currently on contract once they began employing full-time staff.

A further thought about a possible visit to this delightful town the following weekend also crossed my mind.