Page 23 of Playing Cowboy
“Fat chance.”He sighs, crossing his legs so that the bottom of his boot glistens in the light from the living room.I notice, curiously, they’re hardly scuffed.As if maybe they’re ...brand new?And maybe, just maybe, he wore them just for little old me?Because ...I asked?“You’d have to go all the way to Arizona to catch him playing ball.”
“Yeah?”
“He’s the kicker for the Arizona Armadillos these days.Or was, last time I checked his socials, which was, well ...last year, I reckon.”
“Armadillos?”I huff, figuring it’s safe to diss someone who hurt poor, sweet, lovable Grady.
“It’s not a big school, but he sure couldn’t wait to light out of here the minute he got that scholarship,” he muses.
“He is ...who now?”
“Caleb.”Grady sighs wistfully, the same way I used to about Pierre before he threw all my worldly possessions out onto the curb and ghosted me faster than the speed of light.“Caleb Channing.”
“Well, the name’s sexy at least.”I curl my legs beneath me, sumptuous in my linen loungewear and settling in for story time, southern style.For the record?If this whole sexy cowboy, property manager, eligible bachelor, local land baron thing goes south for him?Grady certainly has a bright future narrating audiobooks!Hell, his voice is so smooth, his delivery so warm and soothing, I’d listen to him read the phone book.
“Oh, he was sexy all right,” Grady insists, not surprisingly.After all, I can already tell he has impeccable taste in men!“Captain of the football team.Prom king.Class president.Blond and blue-eyed.Cocky grin and even cockier swagger.All the girls wanted him.”
“And, of course, so did you?”I purr.
He blushes, nodding across the coffee table at me.“I wanted him so bad.But would never say, never even hint.If anything, I made it abundantly clear I wanted nothing to do with him, which is, I guess, why he cornered me one night at some house party and asked me why.”
“No shit?”
He shakes his head.“It was late.Everyone else was drunk or passed out already, and he kind of cornered me in the shadows, out on the front lawn, as I was trying to leave.He was drunk, too, but notthatdrunk.He knew what he was saying when he said he just wanted to be friends.I was surprised.Honestly.And took him at his word.Said to meet him at the school gym the next morning.We could work out together.”
“Was that something you did?”
“Back then?”Grady nods.“I was on the baseball team, didn’t work out much, but I was no stranger to the gym.Anyway, I reminded him it was a Saturday, and he said it was cool, no problem.Coach had given him a set of keys, on account of who he was and all.I didn’t sleep all night.Jerked off like eight times, just in case.”
I snicker-giggle, struggling not to faint at the vivid imagery of a young, strapping Grady pounding his pud beneath his baseball-covered sheets, probably.“Wow, impressive.”
He blushes.“I mean, not literally, but it sure felt like it.Anyway, I got there early, what with all the pining and the not sleeping.Waited like an hour, pacing around, checking my phone to see what time it was.He never showed.”
“Fucker.”
He chuckles.“Yeah, well, I was young, dumb, and full of cum and wanted to get rid of it any way I could, you know?Anyway, Dad was still alive back then.I worked weekends for the company, rehabbing rental properties with Parker, cleaning up after tenants, that kind of thing.I had a crappy yellow truck back then, rusting out everywhere.Everyone knew it by sight.I guess Caleb did, too.Anyway, I was on a job.Alone.The day was almost over, and I’d long since given up on anything happening between us.Then he knocked on the door.It was open, I think I was finishing up some drywall or something.I saw him standing there, letterman’s jacket, tight blue jeans, his ballcap backward, Jesus, I about came buckets right there, you know?”
He's not alone!I shift uncomfortably, making room for my growing hardon, shimmering and silken against my loosely bound linen slacks with not a stitch of underwear to keep it in place.“Sounds like the beginning of a porn flick.”
He harumphs.“The outtakes, maybe.Anyway, I was in coveralls, all sweaty, spackle stains and drywall dust all over me.Must have looked a mess.He came in.Shut the door behind him.It made a ‘click’ sound I can still hear to this day.Said he was sorry.About ghosting me at the gym that day.Said that was really rude of him.That he hated doing that, to me of all people.Said some of his bros came over unexpectedly and he got scared they’d find out we had a date, so...”
“A date?”I muse.
“In his mind, anyway.”
“And yours?”
“I had a date with Caleb every night in my room.”He sighs.“If you know what I mean.”
I smile.“I think so, perv.”
He chuckles.“Anyway, I could see he was already hard.In his jeans.He said he’d liked me for a long time.And knew I liked him back.I tried to deny it, but he put his finger across my lips.Real possessive like.It was big and thick and sweaty already.What’s more?It was trembling.Told me if I’d be quiet, like a good little boy, he’d let me ...let me...”
“Let you what, Grady?”I realize I’m at the edge of my seat by this point.Wineglass half-empty, but long forgotten with the breathless nature of Grady’s very horny, very sordid, very exciting tale.
Our eyes meet once more.Grady’s voice is blunt as he answers, “He’d let me ...jerk him off.”
“Right there?”
