MATTY bent over, retrieving the brush he had dropped.
A sound coming from behind him made him suddenly aware he was no longer alone. When he turned around, he found Baxter watching him intently. The cowboy’s hazel eyes burned with lust, slowly scorching a trail up and down Matty’s body.
Matty’s breathing hitched as his palms began to sweat. Blood began to flow south of the border, leaving Matty practically brain-dead. Knowing he should say something, the only thing he could come up with was “Hi.”
The foreman mumbled something under his breath before he turned and walked out of the barn, leaving Matty in a state of arousal.
It wasn’t the first time this had happened. Maybe he hadn’t noticed it before because he was so damn tired, but over the course of the week, he found Baxter watching him on more than one occasion. But if he tried to talk to the man, he didn’t get much more than a one- or two-word answer or possibly a grunt before the cowboy walked away. He seemed to go out of his way to avoid talking to Matty.
That didn’t stop Matty from wanting him. In fact, the more Baxter played hard to get, the more Matty desired the big cowboy. He had jerked off nearly every night, his mind conjuring up all sorts of lurid fantasies involving the big hunk of man.
Yes, Matty knew he was pathetic, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself.
Needing to get his mind off the foreman, Matty turned back to his work.
To his surprise, Baxter returned not even an hour later. “I’m going into the city for supplies,” he said, not quite meeting Matty’s eyes. “You want to come along?”
“Yes,” Matty replied eagerly.
“We leave in fifteen minutes.” He walked out of the barn without another word.
Matty scrambled to put his grooming supplies away. After he used the restroom and washed his hands, he scrubbed his teeth at the sink with his finger and some water. Combing his fingers through his hair, he was as ready as he was going to be on short notice.
Baxter was already waiting at his truck when Matty got there.
Matty had thought they were just going into their little town, but for the stuff they needed, they would need to drive farther into the city. That was fine with Matty. Two hours alone with Baxter? Hell yes!
Wrong.
“So how long have you been working on the ranch?” Matty asked as the truck bounced over the gravel drive and made the turn onto the main road.
“Long enough.”
“The Gateses are really wonderful people. How did you meet them?”
Baxter didn’t answer. He picked up the thermos Miss Ethel had provided him and managed to pour coffee into the cap with one hand. He sipped the steaming liquid from the makeshift mug, still ignoring Matty’s question.
The cowboy made it pretty clear he wasn’t interested in any sort of conversation. When Matty opened his mouth to repeat his question, Baxter reached over and turned the radio on.
And apparently he expected Matty to be quiet as well.
It was the longest two hours of Matty’s life. If he had known it was going to be like this, he would have run back to his room and grabbed his iPod.
Once they were in the city, they drove straight to the ranch supply store.
“Wait here,” Baxter said as he got out of the truck, slamming the door behind him.
“Oh, he speaks,” Matty mumbled to himself as he watched Baxter’s fine ass disappear into the store. Several minutes later Baxter emerged from the store and motioned for Matty to get out of the truck.
With the help of one of the employees, Matty and Baxter got all of the supplies they had ordered loaded into the bed of the truck.
A short and quiet drive to the home improvement store was their next stop. Matty followed Baxter through the warehouse, pulling a flatbed cart.
Baxter headed straight for the roofing aisle. “Here,” he said, handing Matty a piece of paper. “Check off that we have everything.”
Matty helped Baxter load the flatbed with the list of items needed for a roof repair. Still, he bit his tongue and was silent. After they checked out, they rolled the cart out to Baxter’s pickup truck. By the time the truck was loaded, Matty was hungry and tired. He was starting to get cranky.
“Oh thank God,” Matty murmured when Baxter pulled into the parking lot of a steakhouse restaurant. The time between ordering and getting their food was filled with an awkward silence. Matty tried once more to engage Baxter in conversation, but quickly became frustrated with the cowboy’s reluctance to answer even the simplest of questions. With an overdramatic sigh, he stopped trying.
After they finished eating, their last destination before returning home was a clothing store that catered to ranchers.
Matty walked over to the gloves. He needed a good pair. Brian had given him a pair of hand-me-downs that were on their last legs—er, fingers.
“Here,” Baxter said as he tossed a pair of shrink-wrapped packages at Matty.
Matty caught them and looked up at Baxter. “Long underwear?”
“You’re gonna need ’em, and soon.”
“Okay.” He looked down at the packages in his hand, which were marked a size large, and blushed. “These are too big.”
Baxter smirked. Matty resisted the urge to roll his eyes and walked past him to replace them with mediums. He grabbed some heavy socks while he was at it.
Once they were back on the road for home, Baxter pulled out the stub of a cigar. He lit up without even asking Matty if it was okay. Sure, it was Baxter’s truck, and he looked hot as fuck puffing on the stogie, but still….
Matty sat back in his seat and didn’t bother trying to talk to Baxter. He tipped his hat down over his eyes and decided to take a nap.
When the truck came to a stop, Matty sat up and tapped his hat back, surprised he had slept so soundly the entire way. As he looked around, he realized they had stopped at a highway rest area. They weren’t home yet. The sun had long since set, and the parking lot and sidewalks were lit with old lampposts.
“Wait here,” Baxter grunted.
Matty watched Baxter step out of the truck and walk up to a small, nondescript building. Man, his muscled ass looked good in those tight Wranglers.
The rest area was quiet except for the rumbling engines of a couple of semitrucks on the other side of the lot.
After a couple of minutes, curiosity got the better of Matty. He got out of the truck, dropped his hat on the seat, and shut the door, then walked up to the building. The men’s room door creaked loudly as he went inside. Matty cringed as the heels of his cowboy boots echoed on the dingy vinyl floor. The middle of three stalls was occupied, and Matty took the farthest stall, latching the door closed behind him.
He held his breath, trying to keep himself from panting. He should have stayed in the truck like Baxter had told him. After wiping down the seat with some toilet tissue, he sat down with his pants still buttoned up.
Closing his eyes, he tapped his fingers on his knees for a few seconds until he couldn’t stand it anymore. He bent over slightly and looked under the stall partition at Baxter’s booted feet. It was definitely Baxter. He recognized the boots. The man’s jeans and boxer shorts were pushed down around his ankles. The big buckle weighed down his leather belt, making the end flop onto the floor.
Matty resisted the urge to lean even more and peek between the man’s legs. The under-stall clearance was plenty large enough that if he just leaned over a little farther and looked up, he would be able to see Baxter’s dick….
He should pretend to pee, then get the hell out of there. As he was about to do just that, the toe of Baxter’s boot tapped. Was that a sign? Nah, it was just his overactive imagination. But what if it wasn’t….
Matty’s heart began to race, and without thinking, he discreetly tapped his own toe back. The other boot slid closer to the partition and tapped again. Matty did likewise and slid his boot next to Baxter’s.
Surely Baxter knew it was Matty in the next stall. Did he do this all the time? Is this how he satisfied his closeted urges? Anonymous restroom sex?
Baxter’s boot pulled back, and he stood up, making his belt buckle clang and scrape against the floor.
Shit! He was caught. It was a trick. Baxter was going to kick his ass for sure. Matty’s stomach started to churn. He needed to get the hell out of there and quick.
Then Baxter turned and squatted down, and Matty’s heart stopped.
Baxter slid his spread-wide knees under the stall partition, and a huge, erect cock came into view. It was the most gorgeous thing Matty had ever seen, and it took Matty’s breath away. It had a slight upward curve with a perfect length and enough girth to stretch his jaw. The foreskin was pulled back to reveal a large head, already red and slimy with precome, which was dribbling down the underside. The overpowering smell of musk and sweat hit Matty like a slap across his face.
With a desperate whimper, Matty dropped to his hands and knees. He didn’t care that he was in a dirty restroom stall. God damn it, he had to have that cock! Bending over at a slightly awkward angle, he grabbed it around the base and sucked it into his mouth before the big man could change his mind.
Matty sucked Baxter’s cock like it was the last one on earth.
Judging from the cowboy’s vocal reactions, Matty knew he wasn’t going to last long. He wondered when the last time had been he was really pleasured well by someone who knew what they were doing. And Matty knew what he was doing. He increased his efforts, sucking harder and moving his head and hand fast and steady.
He would have liked to take it slower and enjoy it more, but this wasn’t really the time or place for that.
Matty took Baxter deeper into his mouth, fighting the gag reflex. The fat head battered the entrance to Matty’s throat, and he moaned around the shaft. Matty’s salivary glands kicked into overdrive, and he swallowed the extra spit down, making loud slurping noises as he did so.
“Coming,” Baxter half whispered, half grunted from the other side of the partition.
Baxter gripped the base of his cock and tried to pull back, but Matty brushed his hand away and kept going. He gripped a little harder, twisting his hand as he sucked him off. Precome was leaking in a steady drip now, preparing Matty’s throat to take his load.
Baxter grunted from the other side of the partition, and Matty felt the head swell against his tongue. He quickly pulled off just in time. Hot spunk shot out in heavy, never-ending pulses, covering the tiled floor with thick pools of come. Matty slowed, but kept working Baxter with his hand until Baxter finally finished and pulled back. His cock came free of Matty’s hand, leaving behind a slimy trail.
Matty stood up and faced the toilet. He unbuckled his pants as fast as he could using only his clean hand and freed his aching dick. He grabbed it and, using Baxter’s come as lube, pumped once, twice, then one final time. With a stifled moan, he shot ropes of semen into the water and all over the toilet seat.
With legs like rubber, he grabbed the handicap bar in an iron grip while he gathered his breath and tried to calm his racing heart.
When he finally got his breathing under control, he used some toilet paper to wipe his hand and crotch. Using another handful of paper, he blew his nose and wiped his chin. Letting out a deep breath, he buckled up his pants. Baxter appeared to be sitting back on the toilet, but Matty could hear his quiet panting through the wall.
Matty grabbed a big wad of toilet paper and dropped it on the floor. Using the toe of his boot, he wiped the tiles of Baxter’s semen as best he could.
Matty decided to make a break for it. He gave the toilet seat a quick swipe with some tissue, then hit the flusher with his boot and hurried out of the stall. While giving his hands a good washing, he checked himself out in the mirror to make sure he didn’t have spunk on his face or his shirt. He then hurried back out to the truck. Settling in the seat, he put his hat on and slid it down over his eyes.
A few moments later, Baxter returned. He got in without looking at Matty, then started up the truck and put it into gear.
They drove home in silence.