this story is written from the point of view of a cowboy.... who is coming to the realisation that he likes men and women.... and its a rough draft that I am doing, that I will do in chapters..... broke back mountain, it ain't...lol the first chapter is has no sex, I will save that for the second chapter...... her smile as I opened the door, was visible across the room, and I swear that she was as happy to see me as I was to see her, oh how I loved to be tended to by her, to hear her soft voice joking, laughing, teasing as she made me desire her all that more, and the way she would move that body of hers, oh sweet goddess. I entered into the room, letting the door shut behind me as she winked and with a nod of her head, motioned for me to make myself comfortable, before turning back to what she was tending to. in less than two shakes of a lambs tail, I was out of my jacket and making myself at home, unloosing off my boots and stretching out my long legs, leaning back into the chair. the smell of home cooking, fresh brewed coffee and her perfume, such a heady mixture was more than enough to draw any man from a hard days work to sit at a table, just to know that he would be well feed and looked after by a beautiful lady... " hot, just for you " she said, close to me and I near bit my tongue as I looked up at her and smiled, " you must have seen me coming " I replied, as she placed the cup of coffee on the table, 2 sugars, a dash of milk and strong, just the way I liked it. " heard you coming, when you gonna fix that old truck of yours " motioning with her head to my battered old ford sitting in the parking lot outside, " mmm never " I snorted " a truck is like a dog, if its looking like its not been anything doing something useful, then its no bloody good to nobody, becky " she frowned slightly as she looked at me " a truck that makes more noise than a man full of dans bacon and beans, is not impressing any woman, matt " " usual ? " the question got a simple nod from me before becky walked away to the counter, yelling to dan working hard behind the grill, half deaf old veteran but damm if he couldn't whip up a solid meal for a hungry man, my eyes watched beckys ass in her jeans, moving in time with the rest of her body, with a sway that hinted at a lady that had a body and knew it looked good to any man and dammed if I was not like a dog on heat every time I came to the cafe for dinner. beck filled out her jeans and patchwork shirt with curves and lines that spoke fully of a woman, and would make any man proud to see the same good lines in a horse. glancing around the cafe, I figured that it had been a quiet day, only one other customer sat at a table and judging by the remains on the plate, he was about done for the night and that would leave becky, dan and I alone for a time. the ring of the bell told becky that my meal was ready and in short time, there was a clean knife and fork on the table along with a good plate full of steak, dans vege and spud mix and a covering of rich, thick gravy. " tell me that you are gonna sit for a few minutes, becks " I asked " looks like the place is quieter than a deers fart in a southwester... and dan looks like hes slipped away for a quick sip on his bottle " becky looked at me with those eyes of hers, muttered for me to hold fire, and disappeared behind the bar, remerging with a plate of buttered bread and a smaller plate full of food, " call me if you need anything " she said to the other customer who shook his head, throwing a few bills on the table before leaving the cafe.. becks sat at the table, placing the plate of bread between us and starting on her own meal. we passed idle talk about the weather, the days events, customers then fell silent as we both tried to think of something to break a awkward silence.. " hows things at nancys " I asked as I reached for my coffee, belly full of good food "Its good, a lil small and cramped and while shes a dear lady, I am looking for a place with a lil more leg room and well, nancy is not big on visitors...." becky wiped her plate clean with a slab of fresh bread as she fell quiet again. " ya know.. I have some room at my place, there is the shack out the back, its secure, private and you are welcome to have friends around as long as they can close gates behind them... and they do not mind old ben trying to hump their legs " god, becky and those eyes of hers, I swear that girl was gonna burst into tears like a busted irrigation pipe splitting at the joint under full pressure, but her voice was quiet, warm and like music to my ears " I would love that so much... and I can pay ..." I frowned and grunted " nope, no paying for a roof over your head, but I could use a ladies hand around the house a lil, a old fart like me is never gonna catch a ladies eye if I ain't got a place that looks like its a old mans shack " well becky just smiled that big smile and said, " well this old spinster would love to oblige a old man like you but I do declare that by the time we both are 25, we are sure gonna be past our primes and even the geriatics will challenge us to a wheelchair race on account of they wouldn't wanna beat us old timers.... " her smile gave way to laughter, light, pleasure and danged if I was not falling in love with that sweetheart of a girl. I drove the last nail home into the wooden post with a solid thud, hung the hammer on the wire and rolled a cig from my old battered leather pouch and leaned back against the side of the truck, looking around for shawn, beckys friend. big shoulders, solid body, nice face but with a voice that belonged on a woman, soft, light, feminine style of talking. he needed a place to stay, some type of trouble in the big city, becky said, but I kinda knew... I had been to the big city before and hated it. in exchange for a roof over his head, I could use a hand or two around the place so shawn was put to work and by god, could he work, blistered hands and all, he never complained, just worked and worked until sunset then home for a good meal, a few beers then heads down for some sleep far in the distance I saw him, shirt off and sunburnt, I shook my head, only fools and horses stand out in the sun all day and that boys gonna be feeling it come next morning, I pursed my lips and whistled until his head snapped up, his hand waved and then he picked up his shirt. I kicked old betsy into life and rattled down the hill, the dogs running along side the truck, barking like lunatics at the moon, then rocketing ahead to shawn for a pat and a stratch. I braked and slowed down as I neared him and felt that stirring in my crotch again, " a ladies man " I thought, " I am a ladies man, not a ladymans man.... I like becky and her smile and her body and ...." my thoughts trailed off as I ran my eyes over his body again, then waited til the dogs were on the back and shawn was in the truck, then off down the hill, grinding gears and hitting every bump I could find.... " not a ladymans man" I thought to myself.... the smell of fresh cooking came from the kitchen thru the open window and by the shadows case on the walls, I could tell that becky was busy, two shadows caught by the light, in a close embrace, very close embrace... I stopped walking, a man respects a ladies privacy, pa used to say, then anger started to build " I respect who I want in my house " heavy thud on the poach then in the door and nearly another thud as my jaw came close to bouncing off the worn timbers under my boots, becky was arm in arm and lip locked with kas, the young lady from the local grocery store in town, and if their tongues were digging post holes, I would lose a 8 ft fence post in the hole and have to go searching for it..... scared rabbits in the spotlight moved slower than becky and kas in the kitchen and my brain moved like a mountain lake in the middle of winter, as kas hurriedly grabbed a bag and disappeared out the door and becky just looked at me quietly, her face a mixture of worry and fear... " well, now that you are home, time to serve up my men their hard earned meals " becky spun around to face the stove and busied herself with getting plates out while I just stood there like a man stunned to his boots after been thrown off a rodeo horse and landing on his head. I am not sure what part of my brain was struggling with what part... the part where I saw my becky digging oral fence post holes with another lady, the part where she said " my men * or the part that was questioning why I thought becky was mine or the part where I nearly kissed shawn for coming in the door and breaking the moment so my body got thru to my brain that it was hungry and needed food NOW! dinner was awkward enuf, with lil conversation and shawn was quick to eat and disappear outside to feed the dogs, maybe he knew something or he just knew something but he knew something..... and so I was left at the table with becky as she handed me a beer and opened one herself. " quess that I am not quite the lady you reckoned I was.... and I can be gone in a couple of days if thats what you want ". I just sat quietly, looking at becky and thinking what do I say..." no...... stay...." was about all I could say or trust myself to say. becky just nodded, her blue eyes looking at me with a look of something that i saw in the eyes of a cattle beast at the slaughterhouse. " No " I repeated " stay, please.... I was just a lil ..... " I stumbled for the words but becky was quick to find them for me " shocked to find that i like ladies " the sound of a fly buzzing around the kitchen was the only sound until I trusted myself to speak again " a lil shocked to think that all this time I was interested in you and well I guess that my breasts are a lil too hairy for you " expecting becky to be offended or shocked, I think I was more shocked when she dissolved into unbridled laughter, head back, hands clutching her sides and laughing til her eyes filled with tears and she gasped for breath. I just sat there looking like a lost sheep while this insane woman laughed herself stupid, wondering just what I had said that was so funny. " sorry " becky finally gasped, her face red " oh my gut hurts from laughing too much " she groaned before wiping her pretty eyes and looking at me again " your breasts are not too hairy for me, I like ladies and men, but just not any ladies and men, I like some of them, specially the ones that make me laugh so much.... be right back, I gotta go pee " becky rose from her chair and disappeared out the back as shawn came in to the kitchen, grabbed a beer out of the fridge and flopped into a chair, watching as i busied myself digging a splinter out of my finger or trying to, as I threatened it with removal of my finger before I would concede defeat to a common wood splinter. shawn looked at my finger, " nice fence post in ya hand, I thought we were putting them in the ground ", I scrowled at him as I threw down the needle and reached for my knife, shawn grinned " only a cowboy uses a machete to chope at matchsticks, give ya hand here ".. I am not sure if I jumped more when becky suddenly threw her arms around me from behind and stuck her tongue in my ear or shawn stuck my finger in his mouth and sucked the splinter out in with one quick and very unnervingly nice suck, but they swear to this day that I just sat there like a deer in the headlights and for the second time that night, my jaw near connected with wood, only this time, it was the table top and that would have split my beer. becky sat in her chair and looked at me " matt, I like men and ladies, I am bisexual ", my eyebrows together as I said " you mean like a bicycle that everybody rides ? " this time shawn dissolved into utter hysterics until he was laughing so hard that he collapsed in the floor as becky said " you call me the town bike and I will treat you like a lamb at docking time " I went silent as I struggled to get her meaning " town bike " becky repeated " is a slut, a female that everybody can use and abuse, and matt, if you think that I am the town bike, I am out of here, I am bisexual, it means that I love some ladies and men equally and I will share my bed with them if I like them and they interest me as partners ".. I pondered this for a moment or two, then pointed at shawn who was rising from the floor like a weary old man " so you mean that shawn and you would .... ahh... make the bed squeak too " shawn looked at me and muttered " for such a hunk of a man, hes about as bright as a burnt out lightbulb " looking at becky who quickly glanced at me, then realising that I had not really heard shawn, said " shawns gay, he likes the ladies as friends but a real man is his prefered partner. pa always told me that there were some things that a person was not supposed to understand, one was women, two was why sheep always chosen the wettest coldest night to give birth, but he never mentioned why I was suddenly harder than drought dried ground and why I just wanted to sweep becky and shawn into my arms and start digging my own fence post holes down their throats with my tongue..
this chapter is more about the people... matt the lonely farmer, managing the small family farm, becky the woman from the big city and her friend shawn, the new farm hand..... and lightly touching on what its like to be LGBT ..... yes, there is more sex scenes coming.... I just like to build up to them,...lol so i decided to tease people with a erotic scene at the start as a teaser..... the water was burning hot, but it felt so good on my skin as I lathered up the soap and began to work it over my body, but dammed if I could not get the vision of kas and becky out of my mind, in the kitchen arm in arm, lips pressed together, eyes closed, firm breasts and taut nipples, tongues snaking between half closed lips, heart pounding in their chests as they explored each other, long hair cascading down their backs and over each others hands in a waterfall of brunnette and blonde then shawn.... seeing shawn standing beside them with a lost look in his eyes, waiting and wanting....... I shook my head to clear my mind as I soaped up my legs, hips and then my cock and balls as my eyes closed again, and in my mind, they were there again, becky and kas kissing as my eyes went to shawns crotch, the obvious bulge of a grown man greeting my gaze. I leaned back against the shower wall, working the lather over my cock and feeling it respond with a pulsing arousal, growing erect in my hand as in my mind, shawn reached down between his legs with his fingers, seeking out the metal zip in the worn blue bootleg cut jeans and slowly lowering the zip as I watched, so slowly he moved as I watched. a even slower unbuckling of the top of the jeans, letting them open and making that bulge more visible to me as I cupped my balls and slowly began to stroke my erect shaft. shawns hands moved from groin to chest, unbuttoning his work shirt as I wanted to scream, " for fucks sake man, show me your cock " but it was as if he ignored me, as inch by annoying inch, he worked up his shirt, freeing each button until the shirt fell open to reveal his lightly haired chest with small nipples then his hands began their journey down his body as I watched in agony. I stroked the underside of the head of my cock, seeking out the sensitive spot that always tingled and made me throb with a desire to stroke myself furiously until I would shoot cum in a fountain onto my body. shawns fingers reached his jeans, slowly working them off his hips and down his legs, the thick bulge in his calvin kleins, so painfully visible and yet hidden from my eyes as he leaned back against the bench, facing me, his eyes closed, lips partly open. " jesus, man, show me your cock " I mentally screamed as I worked the base of my shaft, feeling the pulsating fullness of my erection, my cock head oozing pre cum. unconciously I brushed my finger over it and sucked my finger, tasting the salty liguid before slipping my finger inside my mouth as I envisioned shawn finally revealing his cock in its semi erect glory as I would fall on my knees and suck its rich tasting, full flesh, my own finger in my mouth a poor substitute but a great fantasy aid. I could feel the brush of public hair against my lips, the feel of that cock so deep in my throat, the friction of his scrotum against my chin, fingers digging into his buttocks as I held him deep in my mouth, then a slow long release of him so I could taste the precum trickle over my tongue, the essential oil of a man until only his cock head was resting on my lips. oh to feel his cock shaft slipping on the precum on my tongue as his fingers nestled in my hair, pulling my face back into him, pushing his cock into the safety of my hot, wet mouth and knowing I was a thirsty man and dying for a drink of ..." water pressure good "... shawns voice interupted my thoughts as I stood in the shearers showers with no curtains, no privacy and a gay man watching me with my fully erect cock in my hand, busy shooting my load across the shower to land at his feet as i decided right at that point to curl up and die, after the most intense orgasm had finished with the spasms it was sending thru my body. " I fixed the busted valve earlier so I was wondering if the water pressure was better, but it appears that it is " shawn gave me a sly smile at which point I could have decked him and not with a kiss, but not before i noticed that he must have reckoned the water pressure was good too cos he was clearly in agreement if his cock was anything to go by, and it was by sheer chance that I didn't just slip on the soap and accidently fall to my knees and ..... I slammed off the shower, grabbed my towel and ran. next morning I sent shawn off to check the sheep run alleyways and boarding while I went to town for a few supplies, becky hitched a ride in the truck with me and old ben, former head cattle dog and now a faithful companion who was near as good as me at barking orders and looking pissed off and grumpy, tho today he was lapping up all the head stratching attention that becky could give him and looking like he was about to shoot all over the cab of the truck. we were barely out of the gate before i got blindsided by what felt like a wild battle beast looking to go thru a freshly mended fence, to get to the heifers on the other side " matt, how long have you been interested in men ? " it felt like hours had passed but it was a couple of minutes later that I managed to get the truck back on the road and out of the ditch that I near turned us upside down in, thanks to beckys ill timed words, then I set forth on a long winded list of denials and arguments about how I was a ladies man and all that gaff, during which time becky just sat and listened, then told me that I was full of shit. the cloud of dust bellowed past the truck after I hit the brakes, skidding the truck to a halt and fixing that woman with a look that scared the hell outta rodeo horses and blow me down if the stubborn mule of a woman didn't snort like a bull pawing the ground and tell me how she may be a blonde but she was not some stupid city girl full of make up and the latest fashions, she was every bit a woman, and I was acting like a spoilt lil brat in the schoolyard when the teacher wanted to know who had pinched her apple. " I am not fucking interested in men " I roared at her, and becky, much to my annoyance, answered " oh yes you are, your eyes have been focused on shawns crotch like flies around a sheeps butt, and I am no fool matt, you like me too, so you are fooling nobody apart from yourself, so you can either get ya head out of your ass or you can face up to the fact that I would not have my friends around you, if you were as macho man as you try to make out you are, cos you ain't fooling nobody but yourself " there are times in a mans life when things happen, like the creek runs dry, the beer runs dry and ya mouth runs dry of words, all I could do was sit in the cab of the trucks with my mouth hung wide open and stare at a womans body with a drooling, dopey looking dogs head with its tongue hanging out and this was one of those times. Ben was quickly moved out of the cab and into the back of the truck from where he sat on the rest of the trip to town, glaring at me thru the back window. " matt, I know that you are interested in both me and shawn, its part of why we are living out there, we are safe around you and we want you to feel the same with us, nobody else has to know about you but its nice to know that people care about you " her words hung in the air like a early morning fog with no breeze to move it until I cleared them away with my own words " becky, I like you as a woman.... I like shawn, hes a good keen man and a hard worker, but ... " I let my voice fade as becky listened and said nothing " you laugh and you are walking home " I warned her before continuing " I .... haven't been with anybody, just my dreams and fantasies in a good few years cos pa ..... pa caught me and one of the old farmhands in the woolshed one day, he fired the farm hand and flogged me until i could not sit down for 3 days, reckoned that he had not raised no shirt lifting fairy for a son and if he caught me again, I would be treated just like a old steer that was unfit for market " my voice was quiet and low as I recalled the look in my fathers eyes, a look that spoke of true words and not idle threats. becky, to her credit, did not interupt or argue, just softly said " now do you understand why shawn and I left the big city ?" we listened to kenny rogers * ruby, do not take your love to town * without talking.....until becky broke the silence " my first love was a girl at my school and she was my first kiss, then when I turned 18, she took a young lady and turned her into a woman and my mother threw me out of the house and told me never to set foot in the house again " becky turned her face to the window as if she was looking at something, but I knew she was hurting inside and missing her mother and maybe too her first love so I said " what about shawn, if he is gay then how did you both meet up? ".. I remained focussed on the road, not daring to look at becky while she spent long moments fighting with her emotions before she answered " I needed a place to stay and patsy, my GF, took me to a place with a few LGBT friends and that is where I met shawn "... my questioning look must have told her that I was bewildered " LGBT, matt, stands for Lesbian, gay, Bisexual and transgender, it is like a universal community of people that are alternative sexualities " I must have looked so lost as becky tried to explain it to me but I could not get the transgender part so well, becky being so patient and understanding that I was struggling a lot with the idea that a person could be a male or a woman but on the inside they knew they were different, they felt like they were another person, like a man felt like a woman and a woman felt like a male and that a person could be help and meds and surgery to become who they truly were... I am sure that i finally got it when I said " like a wolf in sheeps clothing but they are not trying to decieve a person, just truly be the wolf on the outside as well as in the inside. we hit town like a tornado, cos I really hated town, well except for the days that i went to the cafe for dinner cos I had heard about this young lady in town and so I mosied on over and had dinner once or twice, then a few times more... then a lot more until I came to know becky a lil better.... I parked outside the grocery store, hitting the curb as I was so distracted by something in my mind. becky burst out laughing as ben slid along the truck deck and face planted the back window with a slopperly thud. " ahh becks, ahh do you want to invite kas for dinner tonight, I can not really cook a decent meal but shes a nice girl and I kinda wanna make amends for......" I broke off what I was saying cos i was not sure how to admit that I was jealous of becky and thought that she was seeing another guy in my house, but becks smiled as she said, " you help make dinner and I will help settle things down so that kas feels more at ease with coming out to the farm. god that girl is worth a flock of merino sheep any day. I had to go to the hardware store so I left becks to her shopping and I headed down the road to the small shed like shop where old george had near everything a man needed to run a farm and then some.... " howdy matt " he grinned with tobacco stained lips and showing the rotten stumps of teeth that were well past seeing any dentist. I merely nodded and handed him a list of stuff that i wanted, nodding when he asked if I wanted to put them on the account. best part of quarter of a hour later, the truck was loaded and I was ready to leave when george pulled me to one side and said " now its not my place to be nosy but there is word around the town that you have a fella at your place ?" I nodded " well, matt, heres the thing, there is a rumour around town that hes a nancy boy, one of them freaks that likes to fool around with the back end of sheep and such, best you get rid of him " I looked down at george and his rotten teeth and filthy clothes and in my coldest voice, did my best john wayne impersonation " now I am not sure what town drunk has been gossiping around your ears, but that man I have at the farm, is the best measure of any man I have met, hes got a straight walk, he stands tall and he speaks truth when truth is best said, so if you and your other gossiping old hags want to talk behind his back, then I am quessing we know who is a man and who is a woman in a mans clothing." becky was ready and waiting for me when i got back to the grocery, kas was waiting with her and they loaded up the truck as I headed in to buy my usual cigs and tobacco. coming out of the store, I saw the town sheriff standing beside the truck, talking with the ladies so i walked straight over " hank " I greeted him curtly. hank gamble was a average man with a gut that told tales of too manys being idle and not enuf days of working the land, it would be part of the reason why hank was also one of the towns biggest gossips, second only to his wife who was not only a biggest gossip but weighed the best part of hank twice over... " matt, george said you were unhappy with him and tried to push him around a lil, now I am not a man that is quick to judge but here I am thinking to myself that I best keep a eye on things in my town and see if I can not smooth over any misunderstandings that a MAN may have " I caught the emphasis on the word " man " so i fixed hank with a cold stare, " nothing serious hank, just settling a misunderstanding over the MAN that i have as a farmhand and how good a worker he is, now if you will be as so kind, I need to get back before dark " without waiting for answer, I strode around to the door of the truck, climbed in beside the ladies and then slammed the door with such force that the window slipped from its traces and disappeared into the depths of the door, started the truck and drove away without so much as a backward glance..... "assholeville population 15,000.... 14,990 drunks, gossips, busy bodies and lay abouts " I muttered under my breath as we reached the turn off for the road leading to the farm..the trip home was quiet but I could not help but notice becky handing kas's hand between them..... " what have I got myself into " I thought as the last rays dropped behind the hill just as we pulled into the front gate.
Sexy! - Drew
Awesome! more please more :-)
lol more is coming, the next chapter is sexually intense so its taking a bit of work
This could be a movie. Love the characters. Got to know them first before getting "intimate" with them, right?
Whew! Good stuff Duck..:} Cat
