by Bonnar King
I thought to myself, he’d probably built this amazing physique from years of hard work on the ranch, and that I wanted to touch it more than anything, for research of course.
Tucker was also tall, about six feet and two inches, and with my 5 foot 8” body, I felt like it was the perfect height difference between myself and the figure in front of me, if we were ever to date.
“Come inside, buddy, it’s hot out here and I don’t want a cutie like you to bake out here,” Tucker said, smiling brightly.
“Oh yes. I would love to,” I replied.
I found myself giggling because I couldn’t remember the last time anybody had called me a cutie. Sure, it was cheesy, but coming from his mouth, it sounded sweet and effortless. It was charming, and he pulled it off in a genuine way.
We stepped into his home, a typical country setting. However, I felt all but calm as I looked at him. Tucker couldn’t help his alpha male nature by staring at my ass, but being discreet about it as much as he possibly could. I noticed his gaze, so I placed my hands in my pockets, which made my jeans tighter around by ass. I thought to myself that this ought to make a good impression on him, and a little teasing never hurt anybody. It wasn’t as if anything else could happen here. He was clearly out of my league.
Just as I had hoped, I looked briefly at his crotch and noticed a big bulge in it. Had my tight ass made his cock hard? Either that or his bulge was absolutely enormous all the time. I guess I’d never find out.
“Can I get you a drink? Maybe a cold beer or a soda?” Tucker asked as he showed me around his house.
“Sure, I’d love one. But just a soda or a water, please. I am driving,” I said.
Tucker opened his fridge and handed me a cold bottle of water while he took out a beer can and drank it. I studied his hard body while he wasn’t looking. His washboard abs looked amazing, and all I could think about was running my tongue all over it. That didn’t last long though because he put on a white T-shirt while we were talking, and my peep-show had come to an end.
Tucker showed me around the house because he was happy with the design. It turned out that he and a friend had designed it and built it from the ground up. Was there no end to the man’s talents? An architect and builder just for the fun of it?
He showed me the huge kitchen, and all the rooms downstairs, but didn’t show me his bedroom. Probably because he thought it wasn’t interesting. However, I was too curious and needed to see it.
“And where is your bedroom? I’d like to see where a rugged cowboy likes to sleep,” I said, grinning.
Tucker laughed. “Well, I can show you the bedroom, but don’t you think we should at least have dinner first?”
I knew it was very forward of me, and not entirely ethical to push my luck in this way, but I was getting a very sexy vibe from Tucker, and he was most certainly flirting with me, with his sweet name calling, and the way he guided me to the different parts of his house by placing his strong hands on the small of my back.
As Tucker showed me his house, I gazed around, seeing the oaken wood cabinets and the stove that, while it was made within this century, it probably hadn’t been updated in years. The fridge looked brand-new, however, a stark contrast. Tucker then showed me the bathroom which contained a shower and bath fixture, the toilet, and a medicine cabinet. All over the place though, were pictures of the beautiful country landscape, along with the occasional head of the animal on the wall.
“You hunt?” I asked.
Tucker paused, hesitating for a moment. “Yes. I do hunt, but I got those heads through rather… unconventional means.”
I had no idea what that meant. He was being very cryptic, which only made his more mysterious to me, and frankly, very sexy.
“That’s interesting. Why don’t you tell me a little more about them, please?” I urged him as I smiled and tried to look as innocent and cute to him.
“You could say that. I like how they look, and I collect these types of heads. It’s a kind of hobby of mine,” Tucker explained. In any other setting that would have come off as creepy, but it fit right into his cowboy persona.
After being shown a couple other areas, we went to one of the couches in the living room. A place that had seen some wear, but felt homey as well. I just imagined him laying here with his lovers, and the sort of stuff they had gotten up to. I’m sure it was very hot, and I would definitely try to find out.
I was trying my best not to let more lewd thoughts get into my dirty little mind if I was ever going to conduct this interview professionally at all.
Even though the place seemed a bit contrasting to the personality this man, I knew Tucker was a rough and tough cowboy, a man with charm, but a lot of power. Definitely not somebody to mess with. I found his muscles and beauty rather intimidating. He was so big and powerful, and would most certainly be able to take me in any way he wanted, easily. Not that I’d put up with much of a fight.
Tucker planted his shapely butt perfectly on the couch, and I could see the outlines of his huge legs muscles and the shape of his fat cock through his jeans, which made me very hot under the collar. I’d have to concentrate extra hard for this interview and try to keep strict eyes contact as well. I couldn’t afford to look at his package for even a second longer because I was positive that I’d be a slobbering, drooling mess.
His cowboy boots pointed at the bottom of his feet, and I couldn’t help but feel my heart flutter as I gazed upon him. Tucker could probably get any man or woman he wants, with minimal effort. I’m sure he’s had plenty of lovers, who were much better looking than me. He was clearly out of my league.
As I began asking him questions about his trade and experience as an openly gay cowboy, Tucker casually got up and sat next to me, with our thighs now touching, which caused me to blush and lose my train of thought.
“I thought I’d sit next to you, so it’d be easier for us to talk,” Tucker said, smiling.
I smiled back, nervously, trying super hard not to be aroused. He smelt so absolutely divine. Very masculine and powerful—like musk, whiskey and something else that I couldn’t quite place. I just wanted to be wrapped up by his scent like a blanket and fall asleep with his powerful, strong arms around me.
Fuck, I was desperate. This was proving more difficult with each passing second.
“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” Tucker teased.
“Sorry about that. I was just thinking about what to say,” I said, shuffling my papers nervously.
Chapter 3: Tucker
Holy fuck, this boy was cute as hell! He was just my type—smart and sweet, with a tight body. He was so sweet and charming. It was like as if he didn’t know what he was working with, with his nervous laughs and body language. I had the strongest urge to just give him a big huge, but that would probably freak him out.
Guys like Terry were so hard to come by in my social circle and line of work. I was so done with cocky, macho douchebags. But this guy, Terry. He seemed a little timid sensitive, which made me feel instantly protective of him. I needed somebody like him. Shit, I needed him!
I knew he was here for just an interview, but I needed to find a way to keep him here for as long as possible and to find a way to see if he’d be interested in me. I wondered if my bad boy nature would be too much for him.
I was doing my best to stay calm, but within me was that animalistic desire of the wolf within me, who was begging to come out. God knows, I had tried to tame that side of me, but I was just too wild and horny to be controlled by social norms. Just that little touch of my leg on his felt like electricity passing through my entire body. My cock was growing stiffer and aching being locked away in my tight jeans.
Terry looked down momentarily at my crotch and noticed my ever-growing bulge, with the tightness accentuating the outline of my dick. I knew I should have been embarrassed, but I wasn’t. I was proud of my cock, and I think he liked what he saw because he didn’t freak out of object to it. Well, at least that’s how I would just
ify it to myself this time.
“Okay, so shall we crack on?” Terry asked, as he placed his pen in his mouth and gently sucked it.
Fuck! Now all I could think about was kissing his sweet full lips and fucking his tight ass right on my couch, which had already seen a lot of action over the years, but this would probably be one of the highlights before I’d have to retire it for good.
I wanted to be suave and give some intelligent answers to Terry’s thoughtful questions, but I was too horny to even think straight, excuse the pun! I knew I needed to take care of this little… big problem that was in my pants. My blood was flowing faster through my body, and I could feel an involuntary shift about to occur.
FUCK! Not in front of Terry.
This shit his hadn’t happened to me since I first went through puberty. I thought I’d learned to control my shifting by now, but Terry was bringing out the beast within me!
I got up as quick as I could, with my cock pressing uncomfortably against my jeans. “Hey buddy, I just need to go to the bathroom really quick. I hope that’s okay?”
“Umm, sure,” Terry said, as he looked up at me smiling.
With me standing above him, as he sat on the couch, I looked at his sweet lips and all the thought of whipping out my fat cock and fucking his mouth came into my dirty mind before I even had time to filter the thought from my brain. God, I was such a pig. A sweet guy like Terry deserved much more respect than that. I should at least as him to suck it first before shoving my meat into his mouth. Shit, there I was again with the dirty thoughts. I needed help, and FAST!
“I’ll be right back,” I said, as I rushed to the bathroom.
Terry didn’t know that I didn’t really need to use the bathroom. And what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. And more importantly, this would probably be best for both of us. I’m sure he wouldn’t appreciate a horny me trying to get it on with him, while he was trying to conduct an interview for his magazine.
I went upstairs to the bedroom as fast as I could. I pulled down my jeans and boxers and ripped off my T-shirt. I didn’t know if I wanted to shift into my wolf form or fuck—maybe it was both! As I laid on the bed, I opened my top drawer, which was beside my bed, and pulled out my bottle of lube, which I then generously squirted over my hands and erect cock with both hands.
I knew this was some fucked up timing and also a pretty risky move, but I needed to take care of this before it got in the way of my plans for trying to impress Terry.
I began to rub my hands up my and down the length of my hard shaft. Slowly at first, but then I gripped my cock firmer and began to jerk off with one hand, while I rubbed my heavy, full balls with the other hand.
FUCK, this felt so good!
Especially since I was picturing fucking Terry while I jerked my fat dick off. I closed my eyes and imagined myself kissing his soft lips, kissing his chest, and sucking on his nipples… teasing him, before I turned him around and bent him over to eat his ass. Oh, god, wow… this felt so good.
I was beginning to pick up serious speed with my hands now, and my big cock was getting even stiffer in my hands. I then began to use both of my hands to masturbate because my cock had become too large—too much for just one hand. This felt great, but I couldn’t help thinking how the real thing must feel out of this world!
As enjoyable as this was, I knew I couldn’t allow myself to edge or enjoy this for too long because Terry was waiting for me downstairs. I knew I had better release my load quick and get back downstairs. I was only here to release the tension and not enjoy myself.
Chapter 4: Terry
Tucker had been gone for a while which gave me enough time to take a closer look around the house. The man was pretty clean and tidy for a single, rough and tough macho guy, which I appreciated.
Before I had time to look at anything in the house in too much detail, Tucker returned, with a glowing complexion and a change of clothes. He looked absolutely delicious.
“Hey, sorry about the long wait. I thought I’d freshen up since I was already upstairs,” Tucker said, gazing into my eyes, apologetically.
Tucker kept his eyes firmly on mine for a few seconds too long, which made my heart flutter. It was almost like was playing chicken, to see who would keep eye contact for as long as possible. He definitely won, because I got nervous looking into his beautiful blue eyes, and had to look away.
“Umm. That’s not trouble at all. I want you to be yourself and relax, so I can get to know the real you,” I said, trying to sound very professional. More honestly, doing an impression of what I thought a professional person sounded like.
I opened up my briefcase, pulling out some more notes. I already liked this guy a lot. He was drop dead gorgeous, but also witty and charming as well. I could tell he was probably a bad boy in his younger days or even still now when he needed to be. A wild man who was a stark contrast to the city boys I knew and had dated. This actually made him exotic and unique to me. Those other guys would spend hours on their hair and they were afraid to get dirty when the job required it.
The more time I spent with him, I found myself getting more comfortable and less nervous. As big as he was in stature, he knew how to make me feel relaxed and at ease. I liked being around him, and in a sense, I felt more submissive around him, because he was certainly 100% manly and proud of it. I needed a man who could take charge and dominate me when necessary. This was something I was made to feel ashamed of by our culture. For that reason, sometimes I felt like I was much lower on the gay man totem pole. I didn’t feel any of that pressure being around Tucker. I even felt like he liked the way I was, because of the compliments he’d given me, or the way he kept touching me on my back and shoulders.
I was in two minds about whether I should actually complete the interview, or just tell him I was attracted to him and see where it leads us. But, cooler heads prevailed—I pressed on with the interview.
“So how long have you been a cowboy?” I asked.
“All my life. Ever since I was a wee boy who could carry hay, I managed to live that life. However, I’m not just some uncouth man who doesn’t know how to treat his lovers’ right. I know how to be charming, but also work hard,” Tucker said.
“Wow. That’s impressive,” I said, eying him up and down for a moment. I took a mental picture for myself as I planned on using that scrumptious body as fodder for my alone time later tonight in my hotel room.
I was getting excited and going doe-eyed over this sex god of a man, and in a sense, even though this was a piece in the magazine, I could feel real myself ending up as part of this article with every passing second—‘journalist falls for cowboy he interviewed’ or something equally cheesy like that.
“Oh yes. I know how to herd cattle, take care of a ranch, and even deliver those bad boys to others,” he said.
“Oh wow. That’s amazing,” I said, genuinely impressed with his worth ethic and drive.
“Sure is, buddy. I would love to show you if you would like,” Tucker said, with an amazing smile.
I was lost in thought, and suddenly, the next couple words uttered out of my mouth were involuntary, a Freudian slip that said it all.
“How big is it?” I asked, thinking about his naked body and cock.
“Excuse me?” Tucker said, a bit taken aback by the phrase. He chuckled, immediately at what I had said.
“Oh my gosh I’m sorry! I meant the ranch. How many acres is it?” I asked, with my face hot and red as a beetroot.
“It’s all good. It’s about 30 acres. You want to head on out right now to see the place?” he asked.
I nodded. “That would be great,” I said.
I did want to see it, to help write a better article, but mostly because I wanted to spend as much time with Tucker as possible. I was enjoying my time with him way more than anybody should enjoy their work assignments.
We went out back, and suddenly, Tucker moved like lightning over towards the cattle. He hopped onto his horse like he was made
for it, because of his great control and command of the beast, galloping over to the various cattle that were there. The cattle started to move, billowing forward until they made their way inside. I watched with wonder as he continued to work in his element. He moved so gracefully and with such precision. I could only imagine how much of a fish out of water I’d look in his place.
For Tucker, he was a pro at this, not just because he had done it for so long, but because of his animal instincts. The other animals knew how to obey him as he was definitely in charge. He had his own secrets, and the animals seemed to pick up on that. They went into the barn with no problems, and once he was done, he stepped off. I was jotting down notes, taking pictures of everything with my digital camera.
“Wow, all this has been amazing. A massive help!” I yelled out, as Tucker was at a distance, walking towards me.
“Thank you. I would love to show you more sometime. Maybe we can get to know each other too,” he said, his eyebrows raising in question.
I immediately felt like life had taken a turn for the better. I wasn’t expecting to be asked out by a man like this, but I would take this opportunity with both arms. This wasn’t the first time I’d been asked out while working, and while normally it’s against my ethics, I didn’t want this opportunity to pass.
“If you want. I would be glad to learn more about you,” I said, trying to sound casual while exploding with excitement internally.
“Well how about this Friday at seven? You can meet me here and we’ll go from there,” he offered.
I couldn’t believe this. The assignment I was nervous about turned into a date. Who said dreams couldn’t come true? I hadn’t felt this happy since the day I had my first kiss with Scott Stevenson, the high school football captain at a friend’s house party. Sure, Scott denied it afterward and said I made the whole thing up. But, regardless of how that ended, that was a good night, but this day is even better so far, and I hadn’t even kissed Tucker… yet!
