Chapter 2

But I can’t be sure. Fuck.

The cowboy continued to stroke his tool, waves of pleasure washing over him along with the warm water. He ran his hand over his hairy chest. He found and squeezed a nip.

What if I make the first move and he’s not on the same page…Hell, I better take care of this here and now and not be so horny that I make a mistake tonight.

Lex soaped up his hand and began a more serious pumping of his fully erect dick.

Wonder what he’d like to do? I know what I’d like. I’d love to see how big he is. That bulge in his jeans. Man, I’d really like to be chewing on that rod.

Lex shuddered as the pleasurable feelings produced by his manipulations increased in intensity.

And that ass. Shit, I could seriously get into that with my tongue and my cock. He fills out those Wranglers. Man…!

Lex stopped thinking and just let images of sucking and fucking his hunk of a friend sweep him into the euphoria of sexual pleasure.

In only a few minutes, he felt his balls contract. A tingle spread from the small of his back, through his taut ass cheeks, and down his legs. He moaned as ropes of creamy white cum spewed from the tip of his throbbing cock to coat the walls of the shower. He reached out to steady himself as his legs started to buckle.

Man, if that’s what happens to me just thinkin’ about him? What would it be like if we was together for real?

Lex let the warm water wash the remnants of his masturbation down the drain before cleaning his crotch and stepping out of the shower.

He dried himself off, brushed his teeth, and walked out of the bathroom. He looked at the plaid shirt and fresh jeans he’d laid out on the bed before his shower. Dang I wished I’d brung something fancier. But how the hell did I know I’d be goin’ out on a date with Trent? Well—maybe a date. He sighed and put on the blue and grey checked shirt with red accent stripes. This’ll have to do I guess. When he finished dressing, Lex checked himself out in the full length mirror, adjusting the championship buckle he’d won the week before. He slicked back his hair, donned his best black Stetson, and ran his tongue over his teeth. Deciding he looked pretty damned good, he smiled at his reflection and said, “Wish me luck.”

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Loud country music greeted Lex as he walked into the dimly lit bar. Sounds of laughter and conversation were almost drowned out by twanging guitars and beating drums. He let his eyes adjust and looked around for Trent.

When he didn’t see his friend, Lex checked his watch. He was early. Because he was anxious to see what the evening would hold, he’d rushed to arrive.

After ordering a beer, Lex leaned against the bar and surveyed the room. Cowboys and cowgirls he recognized from the rodeo were among the patrons. Would-be cowboys and cowgirls from town were mixed in with them. They were a happy, rowdy crowd.

Lex took a swig of his beer and smiled. This was the life he loved: rodeoing during the day, partying at night. The only thing missing was the easy sex that came walking right up and jumped in your lap if you were straight. Being a gay cowboy had its disadvantages. Lex had heard of cowpokes exchanging blow jobs or hand jobs, even ass sex with no recriminations when they were hard up for action. But still, you had to be careful. You didn’t want to get the rep of being gay. Occasionally getting your rocks off with a friend was one thing, being thought of as a fag was another. Although Lex had never had the experience himself. Truth was, he hadn’t had much man-to-man action outside of a few teenage circle jerks.

These thoughts lead Lex’s mind to Trent. Despite his taking care of business earlier in the shower, Lex felt a warmth in his groin at the possibility that he and Trent might play for the same team, and that tonight could be his first foray into the realm of man-on-man sex.

But, he warned himself again, You gotta be careful. Ya don’t know for sure.

“Can I get somethin’ for ya, handsome? Ya look like you’re lookin’ for a good time?” a pretty blonde asked as she walked up and leaned on the bar beside Lex. She smiled and ran her tongue over her lips.

“I already got me a beer,” Lex said, returning her smile as he raised his bottle.

“Well, then maybe you could get me somethin’,” she said, turning so her back was to the bar. She arched so her perky breasts were thrust forward, stretching the fabric of her plaid blouse.

Lex laughed softly.

When Lex continued to ignore her, she turned back to him. She ran her painted fingernails up his torso, inserting them into an opening between two of the buttons on his shirt. She rubbed the bare skin of Lex’s chest and pulled on the hair she found there.

Seductively, she asked, “Oh? Are we playin’ hard to get, cowboy? Well, that’s a game I could get into.” She leaned harder against him and rubbed her thigh against his.

Lex looked at her. She was attractive and he knew she would be an easy mark for any handsome, horny rodeo rider. Somewhere inside, he was tempted to take her up on her offer, but he knew in the end it wouldn’t satisfy his real needs. He’d been there before, had sex with some chick only to feel empty, unfulfilled, and guilty when it was all over. Besides, there was the possibility Trent might be on the menu that night.