Chapter 3
The song on the jukebox ended and Barry could hear raised voices. He soon saw it was Blue and Red.
“You asshole! You said I could if I won this game. And I won!” Blue insisted, pointing at the table and the absence of solid colors.
“I said no such thing, dilweed. It’s my turn, and you’re not getting’ out of it, no way, no how.” Red stood, arms crossed, the sexiest smirk on his full lips.
The insults continued, the men seemingly unaware they were drawing attention to themselves.
One of the patrons stood and shouted, “For fucks sake, would you two fags quit bitchin’ and get a fuckin’ room or something and let us normal folks enjoy our evening.”
Barry’s mouth fell open. Red and Blue were really gay? Okay, his gaydar was usually spot on, but he’d put the latest pings on his screen down to wishful thinking more than anything else.
Blue whipped around, his fists clenched, and aimed a death glare at the speaker. Barry shut his mouth and hoped there wasn’t going to be a fight. Although the idea of nursing Blue’s injuries had a certain decadent appeal. And he wouldn’t object to tending to Red’s wounds either.
Barry’s triaging skills weren’t needed because before Blue could launch himself at the smaller, pot-bellied homophobe, a female voice loudly proclaimed, “What the fuck would you know about normal, Billy Ray? Those two weren’t the ones who had to go to the hospital last spring ’cause they had an accident with their vacuum cleaner.”
The room burst into hoots of laughter. Red and Blue joined in. But the atmosphere still felt strained. Even though Barry enjoyed perving on the men, he hoped they’d leave so they wouldn’t have to listen to any more stupid taunts. It seemed Blue and Red had the same idea. As they made their way to the door, they began pushing each other, presumably resuming their argument.
Before he knew what he’d done, Barry had tossed a twenty on the table, left his booth, and was heading out after the cowboys. He had no idea why, or what he’d say if he caught up with them.
* * * *
Outside in the car park, Barry shivered and wished he’d put on a jacket. There was a definite chill in the air. He guessed autumn evenings in the mountains were like that. Looking around, he couldn’t see the two cowboys. Surely he hadn’t missed them already.
He walked around a corner and still no sign of Red and Blue. Deciding he may as well go back to the guesthouse, he turned another corner and thought he saw something in the entrance to an alleyway. It was almost pitch dark, and Barry, fearing for his safety, started to turn around to retrace his steps. He heard a low moan and curiosity won out over caution. Approaching as quietly as he could, the shape in the darkness slowly began to resolve itself. Was it Red and Blue? They were sure standing real close to each other. Then the moon came out from behind a cloud. It was Red and Blue. They were kissing. He should turn back. This was none of his business, but, oh, God. Both men were amazing specimens of manly cowboy perfection and…
“Come on, man, lemme in that sweet lil ass,” Blue’s voice, all low and gravelly, pleaded. “It’s sooo fuckin’ tight and I need in it so bad.”
Barry’s dick, which had been half-hard ever since clapping eyes on the two studs, sprang instantly to full bone. He really should leave. If they caught him, they’d pound his arse into the ground. The mental images that brought up had Barry stifling a moan.
“Nah, man,” Red said, running his hands over Blue’s arse. “I’m gonna get me some of this tight ass tonight. It’s Friday and I always get me some of this on Fridays. It’s, like, tradition.”
“Then it’s time we got a new tradition ’cause I’m not giving it up tonight. I wanna do the fucking.”
Barry’s briefs grew wet as he heard and saw the two alpha dogs jockey for dominance.
The men fell silent as they hungrily ate each other’s faces. The slurping and moaning were better than any porno soundtrack. Barry just had to get closer. It was a good thing there were no security lights back there. Unless Blue and Red looked directly at him, Barry was reasonably sure he wouldn’t be seen. Peeking round a dumpster, Barry got to within about ten meters of the action. Seeing two big, muscular cowboy studs rubbing against each other while they sucked face was so hot. His hand drifted to his hard dick. God, had he ever been any harder than he was now?
“Gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to ride a horse for a week,” Blue growled between wet kisses.
“I’ll plow your man-pussy so deep you’ll be singing hallelujah and praying I’ll never stop,” Red replied, ramping up the sexual tension.