Predator – Chapter 1

I am a cowboy living on a ranch north of a small town in east Texas called Wallisville.  Wallisville really isn’t much of a town, more of a small speck on Interstate 10 with just two places to eat: a fast food joint and a diner.  I am married and bi, which is unusual for a cowboy in small rural Texas.  I work as a plant maintenance manager at a refinery in Baytown.  My job has me working four – 10 hour days.  Given my seniority, I work Mondays through Thursdays generally, with Friday, Saturday, and Sunday off.  My wife works as a real estate agent, so her busy days are my days off.  That does leave me plenty of time to work on the ranch and tend to my hobbies.

While my wife gives me plenty of sexual pleasure, occasionally I do enjoy some rough man-to-man sex.  Living in small town America of Wallisville, those occasions generally come from a guy at the refinery or an occasional trucker or cowboy passing through.  While I am close to the big-city of Houston, I prefer the down-to-earth nature of a country boy to a big-city guy.

With my wife working weekends, I generally eat one meal per day at the local diner on my days off.  One day I was eating breakfast when three cowboys walked in.  One cowboy caught my attention – he was good looking, blond hair, blue eyes, nice cowboy hat on.  The three cowboys were riding each other pretty hard.  I noticed a resemblance between the cowboys and figured the three must be brothers.

To my pleasure, the cowboys sat in the booth in front of me.  The good looking cowboy sat facing me.  I tried not to stare, but I kept glancing at the cowboy and swear he was staring at me.  I blushed and kept looking away.  His blue eyes seemed to pierce my soul.

I decided to head to the men’s room before I left after too many cups of coffee.  When I came out of the stall, the good looking cowboy was standing at the urinal.  As I walked by I glanced at the cowboy’s well hung uncut cock in his hand shooting a steady stream of piss into the urinal.  I was hoping the cowboy didn’t notice, but each urinal has a mirror.  I glanced at the cowboy’s reflection in the mirror and damn if he wasn’t staring at me.  I blushed and quickly walked out.  It was like the cowboy had a spell on me.  I was standing at the cash register paying my bill when the cowboy came by on his way back to his table and gently brushed my backside.  Shivers ran up my spine.

Shit, I couldn’t tell if he was coming on to me or I was just imagining things.  I quickly left the diner before anything else happened.

The good looking cowboy sat down at the booth with his brothers and watched me out the window get into my pick-up and leave.  A satisfied and wicked grin crossed his lips.  The cowboy had set the snare and I, as his prey, was now firmly standing in his sights; ready for his next step.  Yeah, this wouldn’t be the last time this cowboy hunted me.  The game was on.

~~~~~  ∞ж∞  ~~~~~

A couple of weeks later, I was having dinner and surfing on my iPad, and damn if that good looking cowboy didn’t come in again.  This time with a woman.  I turned pale when the couple took the booth facing me and the cowboy again sat facing me.  He seemed to relish in making me uncomfortable.  I could see the ring on his finger, and he is with this woman, but damn, I felt he was like calling me.

I just turned my head down and ate my dinner in uncomfortable silence.  I finished eating, paid my bill, and left.

The next weekend I was eating breakfast, again surfing on my iPad, when the cowboy came in alone.  He walked by the table and started to pass by and I didn’t notice him because I was focused on my iPad.  The cowboy turned around as he passed by and startled me.  “Howdy”, he says, I’ve seen you here several times.  What do you recommend is their specialty for breakfast?”

I looked up and practically stammered a response.  “Well, I usually order the eggs, ham, and pancakes.  But everything they make here is good.”

“That sounds like a good recommendation.  I think I will have that.”  The cowboy turned and took a step away.  Then he turns again to me, “I hope you don’t mind my asking, I don’t like to eat alone.  Is anyone eating with you?”

“No”, I say, “take a seat if you want?”

“I don’t want to impose”, the cowboy says.

“No,” I say, “I’d enjoy the company”.

I’m panicking in my mind.  I’m trying to figure out this damn handsome cowboy.  Is he making a pass at me?  Am I imaging that he coming on to me?  His has those piercing blue eyes that just seem to reach down into my soul.  Shit, I’m acting like a fucking fool who doesn’t know what the hell is going on.  Damn, I’ve never been in a situation like this.  I’m both horny as all get out and so confused by this good looking cowboy.  I’m on a fucking roller coaster, and feeling horny because I’ve never been so out of control.

The cowboy takes a seat across from me and orders.  We start chatting about our lives.  He is an easier talker and gets me talking about myself when his food comes.  This cowboy is a salesman and lives outside of Beaumont, not far away.  His two brothers, who were with him the first time I saw him, have a ranch between Wallisville and Beaumont.

After the cowboy finishes eating, we are still talking – getting to know each other.  He crosses his legs under the table with one leg on his knee.  His big cowboy boot is now almost wedged between my legs.  If I move my legs, I fear I will press against his boot.  My cock is now a bulge in my jeans.  The cowboy just keeps on talking, seemingly oblivious to my predicament.

~~~~~  ∞ж∞  ~~~~~

A couple of weeks later, I am at the diner surfing a gay cowboy site on my iPad and the cowboy again startles me.  Damn, I think he is practically stalking me.

“Howdy”, he drawls.  “Mind if I join you?”

“Sure”, I reply.  “Pull up a seat”.  By now I figure this guy hasn’t made any moves, so I must be imagining that he is coming on to me.

We chat again during our breakfast.  Again, the talk comes fast and easy.  This cowboy is easy to listen to and talk with.  After breakfast, again, he crosses his legs under the table.  This time his big cowboy boot lands gently pressed against my crotch.  He keeps chatting and doesn’t miss a beat.

I rest my hand on his boot and damn, I can’t hardly concentrate.  I let his boot touch the boner in my jeans.  Shit, I so want to ride that cowboy’s boot right now.  I can barely focus on what the cowboy is saying.

The good looking cowboy is now ready to pull the trigger on his prey that he has been stalking so skillfully.  Suddenly the cowboy says in a low voice, “Hey pard’ner, I noticed that website you were surfing when I came in.”

I turned total red face.

“If you are a member, you might check out my profile”.  His cowboy boot now turns from a gentle press on my crotch to a full fledge press against my big boner.

“But I thought you were married”, I stammer.

“Well pard’ner, my door swings both ways.  And it looks like yours does too.”

I’m caught.  He tells me his profile name is LurkerCowboy.  I tell him my profile name is LuvCowboyAss. 

The cowboy tells me his name is Butch.  Our conversations now turn more intense as we share out passions and desires with each other.  He is clearly a dom, and I’m generally a willing bottom.  We start regularly chatting online and seeing each other in the cafe about once per month.

I am wondering when our chatting and meeting might turn into a sexual encounter.

~~~~~  ∞ж∞  ~~~~~

Autumn comes and at breakfast one morning, Butch asks me if I would be interested in going hunting?  He has this hunting lease with a lodge in East Texas.  Even though I’m not much of a hunter, I figure I want to spend more time with this good looking cowboy, so I agree.

We agreed to go hunting in a couple of weeks.  Damn, I knew I was living a bit on the edge.  I wondered what this cowboy was going to be like?  This cowboy had set the trap and right now, I was going to be his prey.  But I didn’t care; I just wanted to learn more about this cowboy.

On the day we agreed, Butch and I meet at a truck stop on I-10.  We greet each other and I admire his fucking hot Ford F-350 dually.  Shit, this cowboy even has the fucking ride to go with his intense personality.  I leave my truck in the parking lot and climb into Butch’s cowboy rig.  Behind the truck was a horse trailer with 2 horses.  Oh yeah, this was going to be a fucking fun hunting trip.

~~~~~  ∞ж∞  ~~~~~

After a couple of hours drive, we arrive at the hunting camp.  There is a small cabin, barn, and corral.  The east Texas scenery is forest with small rolling hills.

We unload the horses and put them up for the night in the barn.  After putting up the horses, we move our gear into the house to get settled.  Butch shows me my room, with two full-sized beds.  His room has one king-size bed in a large bedroom.  The bed frame is handmade from large nicely finished logs from trees for the four bed posts; each post is about four-feet in height.  These are finished off with some nice decorative iron rings.  Shit, the bed looks massive.

For dinner, we grill steaks and stay up drinking beer around the fire pit.  Damn, I’m enjoying the night; but I’m also nervous wondering what the fuck is going to happen.  Butch as the cowboy is just so cool with himself.  Shit, I just can’t figure Butch out, which is part of your attraction for me. 

After a while Butch suggests that we get some shut-eye.  5AM comes early.  We go inside and each go to our rooms for the night.

I can’t sleep, wondering if Butch is going to come fuck me during the night.  One thing that you said was true, 5AM came mighty early.

~~~~~  ∞ж∞  ~~~~~

Check out Predator - Chapter 2!