Stallions and Studs Box Set

Shoulda Been a Cowboy-4

Jared wasn’t home when Charlie arrived at their shared apartment.

Their agreement was whoever came home first was in charge of getting the evening meal ready; most of the time it was Charlie. He figured Jared arranged it that way by dallying around on his way home. This time he was glad Jared did, as having to make dinner again gave him the motivation to stick to his guns and not back down when he reminded his boyfriend that the reservations had already been made for Stallions and Studs, and that was that.

Charlie heard the door to the apartment open and then close. He took a deep breath and braced himself.

After five minutes had passed and Jared hadn’t come into the kitchen, he turned the soup he was simmering on low and went to see where his boyfriend was.

He’s probably sitting somewhere pouting, playing it up so I’ll feel sorry for him and cave in, Charlie thought, remembering the way their phone call from earlier in the day had ended.

As he came around the corner from the kitchen into the living room he saw Jared sitting in the overstuffed chair, shirtless, one leg draped over the arm. He wore a black western hat, jeans, and boots. A navy blue bandana was tied around his neck. One hand was squeezing his generous package through the denim, the middle finger of the other was rubbing a n****e.

Charlie’s mouth dropped open.

“This ’ere enough cowboy fer ya?” Jared drawled, faking a western accent.

“Jared? What the hell is this all about?” Charlie asked suspiciously.

“Well,” Jared unzipped the fly of his jeans, “I get that you’re into this western thing, so I thought I’d give ya some cowboy right ’ere at home.”

Jared reached in and pulled out his semi-hard c**k and his ample balls so the whole display was framed by the opening in his jeans. Charlie felt himself getting hard.

“Come ’ere and get yourself a taste a some cowboy cock.”

Charlie walked toward him, feeling his own d**k straining against the fabric of his Dockers. But just as he was about to kneel down and engulf the proffered gift he started thinking with the head on his shoulders instead of the one on his d**k.

“Hang on,” he said, his suspicion of Jared’s motives winning out over his lust. “What’s going on?”

“What, can’t I give ma boyfriend what’s he’s a been hankerin’ fer without ‘im thinkin’ I got me ulterior motives?” Jared continued in his phony, cowboy drawl, waving his now fully erect prick back and forth.

“I know you too well, Jared,” Charlie answered. “You usually don’t give something unless there’s a kick back for you. So what’s up with this outfit?”

Jared sat up, took his leg off the arm of the chair and said, “As usual you take all the fun out of life. I’m just trying to show you we don’t need to go out in the boonies to have our fantasies come true. We can do your stupid cowboy thing right here and then go somewhere for vacation that’s more like what we really want.” He stood facing Charlie and stuffed his equipment back in his pants then zipped the fly.

“More like what you really want, you mean?” Charlie shot back as he turned and walked into the kitchen. He went to the stove, turned up the heat and started stirring the soup vigorously.

Jared walked up behind him, slid his arms around his waist and, pressing his still hard c**k against his ass, whispered seductively, “Why do you have to be so stubborn?”

Charlie turned and, holding the large spoon like a club, shook it in Jared’s face and angrily said, “Why do you have to be so selfish?”

Jared backed away, took off the cowboy hat, tossed it on the table, and leaned against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. “How do you figure it’s me being selfish? I’m not the one pushing a vacation that’s only going to make one of us happy.”

“Jared.” Charlie battled to keep his voice even. Lowering the spoon, he continued. “First of all, for seven years I’ve gone where you wanted, and did the things you like to do. I never once complained or bitched even though a lot of times I wasn’t into the scene. Second, when I looked for a place to go I chose one that had stuff we both could enjoy. Stallions and Studs has all the stuff we’d do at that gay place in New Orleans, plus the cowboy s**t that I’d like. You don’t have to do any of that if you don’t want to and there’d still be plenty to make you happy.”

“And you’d really go without me if I nix this?” Jared asked, this time sounding sincere without being angry.

“Yes, Jared, I would. I’ve already made the reservations.” Charlie walked to where he had left his briefcase and took out the confirmation he had printed out at the office. Taking it to Jared, he held it in front of his face. “As you can see these are reservations for a week for two because I really want us to go together. But I will cancel yours and go by myself if you’re going to be a prick about it.” He put the papers on the table next to Jared’s discarded hat and went back to the stove and his soup.

He glanced over his shoulder at Jared who had picked up the confirmation papers and seemed to be studying them. Charlie moved to the counter where he worked on fixing a salad.

“You really want to do this that bad, huh?” Jared said.

Charlie turned around. “Yeah, I do.”

“What the hell. I bought the damn clothes, might as well use them. Okay, you win. We’re going to Utah.”

“That’s Idaho, and do you mean it?” Charlie asked.

“Yeah, I mean it. Now, can I get that blowjob? This hard-on’s killin’ me.”

Charlie walked over to Jared, kissed him, then knelt down and, opening his jeans, took out his c**k and swallowed it to the base.