Rodeo Cowboy

Chapter 2

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 s*x 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 s*x 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 s*x.

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 s*x 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.

“Look,” he said in a kindly voice, “I think you’re real pretty and I think we’d have a good time. But I got me an appointment with a friend and we got us some business to talk over.” He figured he’d better cover his ass with a little white lie about it being business so she wouldn’t suspect anything if she saw him and Trent together later.

“Maybe after you and your friend are done talkin’ business the three of us could—”

“Dang! You are a persistent little tease, ain’t ya?” Lex said with a chuckle. “Go on now. There’re plenty of hot cowboys here. Go have yourself a good time with someone who ain’t busy.”

She gave him a petulant smile, reached up, and kissed him on the cheek. She winked and said, “Well, if you change your mind…” She walked off, her cute little ass making the fringe on her denim skirt sway.

“Who was that you were talkin’ to?” came Trent’s voice as the woman disappeared into the crowd.

Lex felt a swoop of excitement as he turned around to face his handsome friend. His reaction—so different from the one he’d had to the pretty blonde—merely confirmed where his true interests lay. Trent’s wide smile, scruffy five o’clock shadow, and smoky blue eyes, the depth of which were amplified by his royal blue silk western shirt with its pale blue pearl snaps, had Lex’s libido revving into high gear.

“Hi, Trent,” Lex greeted the man. “No one special, just some gal looking for a good time.”

“Hey, man, don’t let me get in the way. If some sweet chick needs to get laid, go for it.”

Lex wasn’t sure how to respond. He didn’t want to say anything that would tip his hand by saying he wasn’t into women until he was sure where Trent stood, and he didn’t want to close the door to any possible action between him and Trent by making it look like he dug chicks rather than guys.

He finally came up with, “Naw, I’m not into gettin’ it on with strangers. I need to know someone before I’m comfortable climbin’ in the sack.”

Much to Lex’s relief, Trent said, “Me neither. I like to get better acquainted before I start messin’ around with anyone.”

Lex noted that both of them had avoided using gender-specific pronouns. This, coupled with the number of times Trent seemed to have his hands on Lex, encouraged Lex’s expectations that something just might be in the works between them.

“First round’s on me,” Lex said, signaling the bartender.