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  Fantasy Games – There’s Nothing Like a Cowboy

  Copyright ã 2007 D.J. Manley

  Cover Art by Carol C. MacLeod

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  There's Nothing like a Cowboy

  By

  D. J. Manly

  It was a hot day, and the air conditioning in Wade’s car was not working well. The humidity just wouldn’t quit, and no matter how fast he drove with the window wide open, he couldn’t get a reprieve.

  Wade spotted the cowboy from a distance. He was standing at the side of the road, a black Stetson dipped over his face. With the sun shining in his eyes, it was difficult to get a clear view. He slowed down a bit, but not enough to cause the cowboy to think he had any intention of picking him up. He cast a glance at him as he went by, may even have given him a cursory nod with his head. He was wearing worn out blue jeans, ripped at the knees with an open jean shirt. There might have been embroidery on the pockets and collar but the only thing he noticed was his well muscled torso which was glistening with the sheen of his sweat.

  As Wade drove out, he checked his rear view mirror which afforded him a good look at the cowboy’s nice little bubble butt. He kept looking until he could no longer make out the outline of that ass anymore, and turned his attention to the garage which had suddenly appeared on his right. He needed gas.

  He didn’t notice the cowboy making his way up the road as he got out and walked over to the pump. He walked up to the door of the station as Wade was filling up. Wade watched him walk in, take a soda out of the cooler and place it on the counter. He had a kind of a backpack slung over his shoulder, a worn out canvas sort of thing.

  Wade twirled the cap back on his gas tank. Just as he started over to the station, the cowboy came out. He looked directly at Wade with beautiful blue eyes which suddenly appeared from under his hat as he tipped it back. “Howdy,” he said.

  Wade wanted to laugh. Who in the hell talked like that, but he was a cowboy, so Wade guessed it was allowed. “Hi there.” Wade took a step forward and the cowboy opened the door for him with a grin.

  Wade tried not to let his eyes wander over the sweaty muscular chest. “Thanks.”

  After paying and getting a soda himself, he came back out. The cowboy hovered around his truck. As he approached, the cowboy smiled at him. He took off his hat, revealing a mess of golden hair. “My name is Buck.”

  Wade’s eyes widened. “Buck?”

  “Yeah,” he said with a grin. “You don’t like it?”

  “It’s an odd name.”

  “It’s a nick name. If you’re real nice to me, I might tell you how I got it.”

  Wade shifted some weight. He was definitely flirting with him.

  “What’s yours?”

  “Wade.”

  “Nice name, sexy,” he said.

  Wade laughed. “Thanks, now if you don’t mind…”

  “Where you going?” he inquired, glancing at the truck.

  “Lancaster.”

  “That’s where I’m headin’. I sure could use a lift.” Again, he smiled at him. He rubbed his hip. “I got thrown in the rodeo back there in Histonville. Don’t believe I can walk much further.”

  “I don’t…ah…usually give rides to strangers. Sorry.”

  He ran a hand through his hair. “I’ll be good. Actually, I’d be willing to do just about anything you want…in exchange.” His eyes ran down the length of Wade’s chest and settled on his crotch.

  The heat suddenly felt more intense. Anything? Wade licked his dry lips. “Well, it is unusually hot. Guess I could drive you as far as the city. No payment necessary,” he murmured.

  “Great,” he said, settling his hat back down on his head.

  “Get in,” Wade invited, taking the cowboy’s bag and throwing it into the back seat.

  Buck was quiet as Wade started the truck and pulled out of the gas station, then he said, “That old geezer back there saw you driving off with me. He probably thinks you’re a pervert.”

  Wade glanced at him in surprise, then, saw that he was teasing. He laughed a little. “He must have a dirty mind.”

  “A lot of people have that,” he said.

  “So why do they call you Buck?” He glanced at him.

  “Well, it has something to do with the way I ride them Bulls,” he replied. “You see, I tend to push my hips up and out like this,” he said, sinking down in the seat and lifting his groin off the seat several times.

  Wade’s eyes were suddenly glued to the bulge in his jeans. Jesus. He just about forgot about the road.

  “Hey…ah,” he said with a grin, “watch it there stranger, you almost lost the road.”

  Wade quickly turned the wheel so that he was back on track. He had been inches from the ditch.

  “So anyway, that’s the story. Good for riding…Bulls or otherwise if you know what I mean.” He winked.

  Wade reached over for his empty bottle of soda, then realized that he had drained it before he got into the truck.

  “Want some of mine?” Buck inquired. “I usually swallow every drop,” he said, “but I got some left.”

  Wade cleared his throat. What with the hips bucking and the swallowing statement, he had a clear picture. Concentrate on the damn road.

  “So, what’s in Lancaster?” The cowboy asked, taking his hat off again and placing it in his lap, over that distinctive bulge.

  “Ah, my boyfriend.”

  “Oh. So what’s he like?”

  “He’s ah…great.”

  Buck smiled. “As cute as me?”

  Wade gripped the wheel. “Ah, he’s cute.”

  “How about sexy? He turn you on?”

  “That’s a bit personal.”

  “Sorry,” Buck said softly.

  “So, your beau going to be there when you get in?”

  “No, he’s out of town.”

  “I see. For how long?”

  “The night. He’ll be back tomorrow morning probably.”

  “You miss him?”

  “Yeah. I love him very much.”

  “He’s lucky. I think you’re hot.”

  Wade glanced at him. “Yeah?”

  Their eyes met. Wade tore his away after a few seconds. “I can’t cheat on him.”

  “I got one too.”

  “Got what too?”

  “A boyfriend. We fell in love back in high school, grade eight.”

  “Really.”

  “Yep. It wasn’t something we spread around if you know what I mean.”

  “Understood.”

  “Does he do rodeo too?”

  “He rides in bed.”

  Wade grinned. “I see. Is he good?”

  “Ah, prefer not to discuss it if you know what I mean. Like you said, personal stuff.”

  “Okay.”
/>   “Wade?”

  “Yeah,” Wade felt himself grow breathless.

  “I’m one of those big tough cowboys who wouldn’t mind a little man handling if you know what I mean. Think you’re up for it?”

  Wade’s cock twitched. “I don’t know. I mean,” he glanced over at him, “my boyfriend would be crushed.”

  “Does he need to know?” Buck raised an eyebrow.

  “No, I…I guess not.”

  “I mean, how do you know he’s never cheated on you?”

  “I don’t.” He gave him a sharp look. “Do I have reason to…?”

  A hand snaked over to Wade’s thigh. “I’m going to unzip your pants and play with your cock. You mind?”

  “Well…actually,” Wade sucked in some breath, but it was a little late. The cowboy had already unzipped his jeans and pushed his underwear band over his cock.

  “Hey, you’re hard,” he said softly. “Was it something I said?”

  Wade licked his lips.

  Buck lifted Wade’s cock in his palm. “Look at that man meat. That’s thick and big. I bet you’d give one hell of a ride to a cowboy like me, that’s if I’d let you.”

  Wade met his eyes as he felt the hand squeeze his cock. “It you tease, you please cowboy.”

  He laughed slightly. “Are you threatening to manhandle me, Stud?”

  “Maybe.”

  He leaned over suddenly and ran his tongue over the length of his cock, then, he gave it a little nibble. “Given you have a boyfriend,” he said, sitting up in his seat again, “doesn’t seem like this here will go anywhere.”

  “You can’t just kiss a guys cock, then…” Wade protested.

  “You want more?” He teased, lifting those hips again.

  “I didn’t…say that, I said…” Wade tucked himself back in with one hand.

  “You said what Darlin’?” He blinked, giving him a look of innocence.

  This guy could drive him out of his mind.

  “Forget it.”

  “Let’s stop,” he suggested. “I got to piss, and I’m starved. Got any money?”

  Wade shot him a dirty look. “You expect me to pay your meal too?”

  He shrugged. “Unless you plan to tie me up and starve me. I don’t mind the tying up so much, if you’re able to overpower me that is, but I definitely got to eat.” He patted his stomach, then, winked at him. “Look,” he said, knocking Wade out of the trance he was putting him in, “there’s a nice little diner. Let’s do it.”

  Wade pulled into the parking lot. The broken down sign said, “Last Stop.” It looked like the last stop. The cowboy jumped out of the vehicle as soon as Wade came to a halt.

  “You sure we can actually find edible food here?” Wade glanced around. The place looked as if it was just about to fall down.

  “They can make fries and burgers anywhere,” he said, motioning to him to follow.

  The place was deserted. Buck took a booth way at the back and began fiddling with the metal leaves of a small jukebox player attached to the wall.

  The waitress walked over. She looked as run down as the restaurant. “What’ll get you boys? Want a menu?”

  “No,” Buck said. “I want a burger with everything, and a big mess of fries…got cherry coke?”

  “Coke, Seven-up, that’s it.”

  “Coke then. What about you, Stud?” He looked at Wade.

  Wade gave him a dirty look. “I’ll have a chicken sandwich if you got one.”

  “No chicken.”

  “Roast beef?”

  “Hot hamburger.”

  Wade nodded. “Okay and a…” he paused. He felt the toe of that cowboys boot come up and brush over his groin. He shifted a bit. “Coffee.”

  “On a day like today?” She squawked. “Crazy kid.”

  Wade blinked as she walked off. The Cowboy burst out laughing.

  Wade shoved his foot down. “Don’t do that, and don’t call me Stud.”

  “Getting angry? That’s okay, it will fuel your lust.” He winked at him, and leaned forward. “What is it you plan to do to me?”

  “Get over it. You’re… ah… ah… obsessed with… that.”

  “Obsessed with what?”

  “You want me to rape you?” He widened his eyes.

  The cowboy ran a tongue around his lips. “I just want to pay for my ride.”

  “Behave!”

  “Okay,” he said, sinking down in the seat.

  “It’s hot in here. Air conditioning must be down.”

  “Probably never had any,” Wade said, wiping his brow.

  The cowboy chuckled. Then he snapped his fingers. “Shit, forgot my hat. Door open?”

  “Yep.”

  “Be right back.” He slid out of the booth. When he had disappeared outside, Wade sat back in the booth with a sigh. It was clear that that cowboy had some fantasy about being roped and tied. He just wouldn’t stop throwing hints. The images that flashed in his mind every once in awhile involved some of the things he would love to do to him while he was tied. God he felt dirty. He also felt horny as hell.

  The waitress brought the coffee and the soda. He glanced up at her absently. Umm, he could see that cowboy all trussed up, his legs spread, gorgeous ass on display, sweat rolling down his spine and into his crack. Helpless, horny, pleading…yeah…he’d had many fantasies about overpowering a gorgeous hunk. He’d be reluctant at first, hesitant…pleading for mercy and he’d…

  “Found it,” a voice piped into his fantasy, destroying the flow.

  Wade sighed. “Good, why was it necessary to get your hat now?”

  “I never go anywhere without my hat.”

  “And that bag?”

  “That neither. All I own is in that bag.”

  “A change of underwear and stuff.”

  “That, and my rodeo rope.” He met his eyes.

  Wade looked away. A rope.

  “Ever roped a steer?”

  “Can’t say I have.”

  “I’ll show you if you want.”

  Wade was about to decline the invitation when the old waitress rambled down the isle and brought the food. It turned out to be pretty good. The Cowboy put a quarter in the jukebox and played some terrible western song which sounded to Wade as if a cow had just died, and then he ordered pie.

  “Why don’t you have two pieces?” Wade suggested sarcastically.

  “Good idea. A boy needs his strength,” he replied with a grin.

  “Are you a prostitute?”

  “Why would you think that? I told you I’m a cowboy.”

  Wade shrugged. “Don’t you make any money riding bulls?”

  “Didn’t win. Was the coffee good?”

  “So so.”

  “Think I might have some to go along with this delicious pie. Sure you don’t want some?”

  “No, thanks. I’ll pay the bill. We’ll take the coffee to go. I’d like to get home before dark.”

  Wade was sure something was wrong with the truck after they got a few miles down the road. “Damn.”

  “What is it?” Buck asked, draining the last of his coffee out of the Styrofoam cup.

  “I don’t know but she’s not going to make it to Lancaster tonight.”

  “I guess we better bed down in the next town then,” Buck suggested.

  “Did you do something to the truck when you went outside to get…?”

  “Now why would I do that?” He glanced at him. Already the sun was descending over the horizon.

  “I…don’t….know….I…”

  “Wade,” he said. “If you think I’m guilty, you’ll just have to punish me…I guess.”

  The tone of his voice was seductive. Wade’s heart hammered in his chest. He shifted his butt in the seat. His cock was straining against his zipper.

  “Hard?”

  “Fuck,” he whispered through his teeth.

  “Then find a hotel, will yeah?”

  Wade put his foot down on the gas pedal. A few miles up the road, they cam
e across a motel called The Roundup. “Perfect,” Wade muttered.

  The cowboy laughed out loud. He reached over and pulled his bag out of the back seat as Wade got out. He went to the office and requested the room. The guy at the desk gave Wade a key. “You fellows be sleeping in the same bed?”

  “We’re brothers,” Wade said.

  “Yeah,” Buck replied, taking the key, “makes it even better that way.”

  The owner narrowed his eyes, while Wade distracted him by flashing some money.

  “I’ll be waiting, brother,” Buck called as he high tailed it across the parking lot to the cabin on the end.

  “You’re the only folks come by here tonight,” the owner said. “It’s pretty quiet.”

  “Good,” Wade replied, nodding at him. “Goodnight.”

  “Night yourself,” he replied.

  When Wade opened the door to the room, Buck was lying on the bed with his shirt off. He had undone the top button of his jeans and slid the zipper down half way on his jeans.

  “You’re not wearing any underwear,” Wade breathed, shutting and locking the door behind him.

  “No, I’m not. What cha plan to do about that?”

  Wade smiled softly. “I’ll have to think about it.”

  “Don’t think too long,” he ran his hand over his naked chest, then back up to one of his nipples. He played with it casually. “You might want to look in that bag of mine over there.”

  “Why?” Wade’s balls tightened.

  “I got some very interesting toys in there, not to mention a rope.”

  “I don’t know if tying you up is…”

  “Don’t tease me,” he said, working both nipples now, raising those hips.

  Wade licked his lips. He picked up the bag and began to ruffle through it. He took out a huge oiled dildo, a cock ring, some lube, a fistful of condoms. “You come prepared,” he smirked. The he lifted out the rope. “Doesn’t much look like a rope for calves, and what are these?” He lifted an eyebrow.

  “Padded cuffs, for when I’m a really, really bad boy. I’ve cost you a lot of money. I played with the truck.”

  “You ass! I was considering fucking you at my place. It would have been cheaper than at a hotel and…”

  “You don’t want to fuck me in the same bed you fuck your boyfriend, do you?”