Another story from tumblr, but unfortunately unfinished due to removal of the original post/blog/content. Maybe someone knows how to recover second part of it.
Story by: Adam Kato/Gay Guy Into Bi Times
Just One Night: A Lonely Gay Cowboy & His (ex)Best Friend’s Sister
I checked myself over in the mirror. Not looking too shabby, if I say so myself. I’d just turned 30 the day before and I was feeling a little insecure. It’d been six months since my ex broke up with me, almost a year since we’d even had sex. I should have seen it coming. It still stung, though, even after six months.
But looking in the mirror, I catalogued all my physical traits, wondering if that’s why he’d run off and cheated on me. I wasnt too bad looking, I didn’t guess. I had an all american face and a strong jaw. Standing at 6 feet, with dark blond hair and blue eyes, I’d been a twink as a younger kid, but now I’d filled out from working with horses on my dad’s ranch so my pecs and chest were filled out and all my baby fat was gone – except in my bubble butt. I didn’t have a six pack by any means, but my tummy was flat, covered with tanned skin since I worked outside shirtless so often.
Hell, even my dick was nice, if you asked me. 7 inches and thick; I kept it shaved, and my balls too just like he liked it.
I knew it wasn’t my looks, per se, but I guess getting older had that thought in my head. I knew mostly it was me living so far away. We’d met in university when I went to UT in Houston and he’d stayed there to finish his law degree while I moved back home – two hours away – to help my daddy on his ranch.
Small town life sucked. I won’t even lie. Even if I’d wanted to rebound fuck to get over him, I’d have to drive to the city. The closest guy on grindr even was over an hour away and as desperate as I was for a fuck, I’d fall asleep behind the wheel the way my schedule worked now – up at 5 am, bed by 9.
That made my face heat. I couldn’t believe some of the shit I’d said out loud last night when I’d been drunk at a local bar, celebrating my birthday on my own. I didn’t exactly have any friends in town, any more, being the town queer.
I sighed, remembering all the friends and the active social life I’d left behind in Houston, missing it more than a little. I didnt mind helping my dad. He and my stepmom had worked their asses off for years to provide for me and my half-brother, so when my dad had gotten injured last year, I’d come straight home, no questions asked.
My folks were appreciative, and my brother had thanked me profusely. He was in his senior year at a college in Dallas so my agreeing to come home had kept him from having to. In fact, I’d insisted he finish his studies before he made any decisions. I really didn’t mind. As much fun as I’d had in Houston, being a gay about town, I was tired of playing around, getting drunk, working my ass off for my expensive apartment; I missed the simpler life of the ranch.
But I’d forgotten what a gay wasteland my hometown was. My ex had said he’d move this way, but I’d always known, even as I drove away that last time I’d visited, he wouldn’t be moving to my small town. He was a city guy, and I … wasn’t.
I’d forgotten just how lonely I’d been here, though.Thank goodness I had a new job starting at the end of the summer, so I’d be out of here before long. I was tired of feeling stuck. Yes, I had my dad and stepmom, and I loved them a lot and we got along great. They’d stood up for me when I’d been outed my senior year of highschool. It helped that I was bigger than most kids in my class, and my dad was bigger than most of their dads, too. But I’d lost most every one of my friends, save for one or two, and they’d all moved on to bigger towns, or they had kids and couldn’t spend much time with me.
That’s how I’d embarrassed myself so bad last night. A couple of them had come out and had dinner with me at the local watering hole, but they’d had to leave to do parent duties by 9 or 10, and I’d wanted to stay and have a few more whisky shots. And oh boy, had I.
Then I’d started whining all over someone’s shoulder about how lonely I was. My number one rule was to BE A STOIC COWBOY. Don’t wine, don’t complain, don’t let people know their judgment gets to you.
I guess I could have done it with worse people, though…
A knock on the front door grabbed my attention and I realized I was still standing naked, flexing my guns and playing with my dick in the mirror like a 15 yr old, instead of a grown ass man.
I pulled on my grey sweatpants and headed to see who was there. I hadn’t been expecting anyone. My dad had to go to San Antonio for a checkup with his back surgeon so he and my stepmom had made a weekend of it. They’d had a small birthday dinner with me before they Thursday night, thinking I’d have some big plans since my big day was on a Friday.
Honestly. I didn’t mind all that much. It was rare I got the house to myself to goof off, and there’d been no one to tease me or fuss at how drunk I’d been when I’d had to be driven home by the bartender – who’s thankfully a friend of my dad’s. He’d even comped my tab since it was my birthday and packed me off home with a bottle of Jack.
Thankfully, I’d been too drunk and just passed out, so the Jack hadn’t even been opened. My hangover had been pretty rough that morning, but a couple shots before feeding had me just right to handle the work for the day. And it hadn’t been as bad as it could have been had I finished the bottle the night before. I shuddered just thinking about it.
Finally, I swung open the front door and was surprised to see my crying shoulder from the night before. “Hey, Amberleigh.” I knew my face probably flushed when I saw her, remembering at least some of my drunken nights complaining to her.
She smiled, happily and held up a 6 pack. “Hey Travis, nice pecs,” she teased. Yes, original, I know. Travis Tucker Watson the blond haired blue eyed cowboy from Texas.
“I came to bribe you into helping me.”
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Here's the rest, luckily I saved it in a text document before the purge.
I tilted my head. “Oh? What’s up?”
She looked a little embarrassed, too, so I wished I’d put on a shirt. At least I wasn’t sporting wood. I glanced down and yeah my pants were tented a bit… but sweats. What can you do? I reached for the 6 pack because they were something convenient to hide behind.
“Well, since Robby’s in county,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I don’t have anyone to change my oil. And it’s well enough past time to do it that I’m nervous to drive my old beater into Victoria to get it done.” She seemed super embarrassed now. I felt bad for her.
She was a sweet girl. The preacher’s daughter. Actually, her older brother had been my best friend in high school until their dad – our local Baptist minister – had found out I was queer and told his kids not to talk to me. Her brother, Dex, had turned into a huge tool. Then, a couple years back, Amberleigh went wild in college, as preacher’s kids tend to do, and came home pregnant and with a husband at only 19. That wasn’t so unusual for where we lived, but her daddy had been a right asshole and as far as I knew her brother didn’t help them with shit, so I didn’t even ask if Dex would do it.
It sucked. I remembe growing up with them, they’d always been close. She’d been almost ten years younger than her brother so he was super protective over her. I’d taught her how to ride horses when she was younger, right before I’d moved off to college.
Now, Amberleigh was one of the few people in town who still talked to me. Guess being an outcast made her less judgmental–though that wasn’t true for all the girls in her situation.
She’d lost the baby shortly after they’d moved back here. She’d gone to beauty school, so it was a blessing in disguise, I guess. Now she cut hair on Main Street and her piece of shit soon-to-be-ex-husband screwed anyone in town who’d spread their legs. Lucky for her, she’d found out, and then he’d gotten himself arrested for possession of narcotics a few months back and ended up in county for 48 months, so she’d filed for divorce.
I suddenly didn’t feel so bad for whining last night, because I remember she’d told me all that last night, too. She’d just turned 21 a few months back and last night had been her first night off with a day off after so she’d gotten drunk, too and we’d had a good old fashioned bitch fest.
I scratched the back of my neck and glanced behind her to her beat up old Toyota pickup. “You really should get a new ride, Amber.”
“I know,” she scoffed. “But that’ll have to do til after the divorce is final.
“I got ya.” I glanced back in the house. “Let me go put these in the fridge and I’ll head out and do it. Your truck’s old so it’ll be easy. Twenty minutes tops.”
I did just that. Slid on boots and a ball cap, headed out, left her to drink beer and check her email or whatever in the air conditioning. No sense both of us standing out there when there was nothing she could do to help.
I’d changed enough oil and oil filters, her old truck ended up only taking me ten minutes. I hadn’t even broken a sweat since the sun had been on its way down and I’d had room in the garage where we had an industrial fan.
When I came back inside I called out to her and she waltzed out of the back, where I’d told her the computer was if she wanted to use the internet. “You’re all good.” I held out her keys. “I tightened your fan belts too, by the way, so they won’t make that squeaking noise no more.”
She fanned herself playfully, “Well sweep me right off my feet. If only you were straight.”
I rolled my eyes and put her keys on the table by the door, nodding toward the beer she was drinking. “You want another?” I asked as I made a bee-line for the fridge.
“Sure,” she said as I went. I pulled each one of us a beer out and popped the top. Before I left the kitchen I did a shot of the Jack and poured one for each of us, too.
I walked out and passed her a beer and a shot and she clapped her hands. “We’re the cool kids, getting drunk at your parents’ house on a saturday night.”
I chuckled. “At least we’re not drinking alone,” I said, tapping my shot glass against hers.
We downed our shots and she asked about my folks. I told her about their little long weekend and told her she was welcome to stay if she got drunk. It was only Saturday and I wasn’t expecting them back until monday.
4 shots of jack and two more beers a piece and we were laughing our asses off. I hadn’t had so much fun since I’d moved back, honestly. I’d missed having a friend.
“Dude, we should totally hot tub it!” I said.
“Hell yes!” she said. “When did you guys get a hot tub?”
“They got it when I moved home. They tried to entice me with a pool, to move home but when I was agreeable they decided a hot tub was cheaper.”
“Bastards,” she laughed.
I went to my room to change into swim shorts and grabbed her my spare pair. I was bigger than her but those and a tshirt and she’d be okay. I went back out to the living room and she was missing, but I saw a flash out the back door and noticed she was already in the hot tub, the bottle of jack propped on the ledge. She was in her underthings. I chuckled.
“Redneck bathing suit?” I asked as I came out onto the patio.
“Fuck it!” Amber said. “Come come. We had shots to do.”
“You said the magic words,” I said, jumping into the hot tub and sitting across from her. We toasted each other, she toasted my birthday, I toasted her being legal and we put on some Britney and just sat in the hot tub shooting the shit til it was good and dark out and we were good and toasted from the liquor.
Finally, I’d had enough and decided I was hungry so it was time to head inside. I paused when I got to the door, her trailing behind me. “Shit. I didn’t bring towels.” We both laughed. Maybe we’d had a bit too much booze.
I wasn’t trashed or anything, and I definitely wasn’t to the point I’d have a hangover tomorrow. But I was good and relaxed. I’d sleep well tonight.
“Fuck it,” she said and started to unsnap her bra. I looked at her funny for a second. “What? Just us girls,” she said. I chuckled. She was right. I shucked my swim shorts and dropped them over the back of a deck chair to dry.
I went to cover my junk and caught her staring. She winked at me. “Damn. Always the gays.”
“Heh,” I said, a little awkwardly, especially since I was a little horny thanks to the booze. I wasn’t super hard but the bubbles and the booze had me relaxed and thinking a bit about watching some porn and tugging one out so my cock was hanging down, plumped.
She went in ahead of me, pulling her long blonde hair out of its pony tail and letting it cascade down her back. She looked like a pornstar from some of the het porn I watched, every once in a while. She had a thick ass that even my gay ass could admit was just right.
I shook my head. Fuck, I was obviously more tipsy than I’d thought if I was looking at her ass.
I could appreciate the female form. I’d gotten a couple handjobs from a girl in high school, before I came out. I’d been trying to prove something, I guess. I proved I could get off with a girl. But that didn’t stop me from wanting – needing – a big strong guy. So I’d stopped doing that with girls because I didn’t want to hurt anyone. I’d even been offered a couple times in college, lord knows no one believed me with my flannel, denim, and soap-opera actor good looks – their words, not mine – could be gay. But I’d been having too goo a time getting fucked by other guys’ dicks to have to even bother expirementing with girls.
“I’ll grab you some shorts,” she said, sashaying toward the bedrooms so I shrugged and went to start the oven preheating, pulling a pizza from the freezer. I grabbed another beer from the fridge, while I waited.
Suddenly I heard moaning. I tilted my head and walked out into the living room where Amberleigh was standing in one of my tshirts, which was huge on her smaller body, and holding my dry shorts in one hand and my laptop in the other.
“I found some interesting shit, here, when you were working on my truck.”
I rolled my eyes, a little too tipsy to be embarrassed. In fact, the teasing face she gave me made me chuckle. “Found the porn, eh?” I asked.
I headed toward her and held out my hands for the shorts. She pulled them back and turned the screen to me. It was my het porn. I shrugged. “The guys are hot, these days, in het.”
She raised a brow and I flushed because the porn was making my dick rise. I grabbed the shorts and held them in front of me. She laughed. “Damn, you’re easy.”
I rolled my eyes.
Then she clicked up a screen and I read it, flushing to my toes. “Oh my god.”
She laughed. “Yeah. You talked about this last night.”
“Oh my god, I was kidding. I don’t know what I was thinking.” I closed my eyes, embarrassed. I’d saved several tumblr pages about gay men interested in women. Oh shit.
She pulled the porn back up when my eyes were open and set it on the coffee table. “Look,” she said. She stepped close to me. “Thing is, we’re both on the rebound. And who better than a girl who knows you’re gay? And we’re drunk so we can call it an oopsie, tomorrow.” Amber’s hand snatched down the shorts and she gripped my hard cock. The porn and the buzz had me raring to go. I mean… What the fuck.
“And you’re gay and on the rebound. You said girl parts don’t bother you. Why not give me a try?”
I stared at her. “Amber…”
“Oh come on. I’m all wet,” she said, lifting the shirt to show she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
She pulled me by my dick and I hissed as I followed. Then she got on all fours on the couch, that round ass calling my dick. “Jesus, Amber.”
“Come on,” she said, wiggling, bending her back to reveal her pussy. I’d seen one up close before, had gone down on a girl in highschool. They didn’t disgust me. I just…
“It’s warm,” Amber said. “And I’m drunk so you can fuck me hard just like a man.”
Amber’s face was in the couch and she wiggled her ass. My eyes tracked to the porn on the screen. I’d wondered what it’d feel like to fuck a girl. And drunkenly, it had never seemed like a horrible idea. I mean… If I was going to be around here it was my only option til I manned up. I just… I’d made it through highschool without…
Her tight white ass was plump and round, just how I liked my guy’s asses. She just had the extra hole. I looked down at my fat, 7 inch dick and it was leaking precum. I hadn’t fucked or been fucked in over a year and I was just drunk enough this wasn’t the worst idea…….
When else would I have an offer like this?
A tight, 21 year old pussy for my first time. One who wasn’t expecting anything, just a rebound fuck, some exirementing.
“Your husband… Your brother.”
“Divorcing. And jackass.” She looked over her shoulder. Her eyes were right on my cock. “You gonna put that fat dick in me or are you gonna make us both go without?”
I groaned as she gave her ass a twerk.
Coming from behind wasn’t a whole lot different than fucking a man. And… It was sex. I’d been without so long.
The moaning on the screen drew my attention back. I watched the male star’s pretty cock as he pumped a load into the waiting pussy and my balls tingled. “Fuck,” I whispered to myself, knowing my little head was in control, now. I stepped up behind her and rubbed one hand on her smooth ass. Then smack it. Amber moaned.
“Put it in me, Travis. Please. I never had one that big. I want to feel you deep in me.”
I hissed. I couldn’t believe I was about to lose my girl virginity. At 30. With my friend’s 21 year old sister who was still technically married.
“Well. If I’m going to hell anyway…” I said to myself. I gripped my cock and slid the head between her lips. “Do I need lube?” I asked.
She laughed. “Just spit.” So I did. I stroked it on the head and she opened herself with her fingers. “Right there, Travis. Put that fat dick right in that hole.”
I blinked, breathing heavily as I placed the head of my dick at her pussy and the head popped in. I groaned, still watching as her tight, wet pussy swallowed every inch in one smooth thrust. I gripped her hips once my balls were pressed against her mound and sat enjoying the crazy flutters inside her, the way her pussy formed around me and massaged me. “Jesus, Amber.”
She started rocking her hips and I stared down as her pussy let my cock go to the head then she rocked back and sucked me back in. “Damn, Travis,” she started backing against me harder and hard and my hands squeezed her hips for dear life. “This dick is fucking magic.”
“Yeah?” I asked, slapping one of her round, bouncing ass cheeks.
“Fuck me, Travis.”
So I gripped her hips harder and started thrusting. My fat dick looked like it was splitting her open, her pussy felt like it was made for my dick though. “Hot damn,” I said, head falling back as I pounded into her tight, wet hole.
“Yes, fuck. Your ex is so fucking stupid if you lay dick like this all the time.”
“You seen nothing yet,” I said, putting one foot on the couch and started slinging my dick into her. She let out heavy, breathy moans each time I bottomed out inside her.
Her whole body started shuddering and it took me a second to realize, until she was clamping and squirting inside, that she was cumming. “Oh my god,” I said.
“Fuck me,” she said, sounding possessed, backing her ass up into my every forward thrust.
My balls were swinging between us, slapping her ass every time I bottomed out in her clenching, wet pussy, my cock jerking inside her. The friction was different, slightly looser than as asshole. The self-lubing thing was wild.
And watching my dick go in and out of her tight, pink pussy was overwhelming. It was almost like one of those jerkoff toys, only… a person. Warm, tighter… and breathing and better.
“Oh fuck. I’m gonna cum,” I said through gritted teeth.
“Do it. Cum in me.” She was pushing back, using her pussy to milk me and it worked. My balls pulled up and I curled onto her back, pushing deep into her, thrusting tiny bits as my balls unloaded deep into her.
“Jeeeeeesus fuuuuck,” I moaned as my dick jerked in her and she worked my rod, taking every fucking ounce.
“Yes, oh my god, so warm in there. You’re so big and make me so full.”
I pulled out and flopped down on the couch beside her.
“Fuck,” I said.
Amber chuckled and rolled on her back, pulling down her shirt. I sat watching the porn that was playing on repeat on my screen for a minute.
“That was…”
“Yeah.” She laughed, patting my bare belly. “Good job, gay boy. You should rent that thing out.”
I snorted. “Right.”
I didn’t know how I felt about what just happened. I mean. Two consenting adults. We’re on the rebound. And i was oficially just like every closeted gay man around town. Only, I wasn’t in the closet. But…
“Needs must, big guy.” She stood and shut the laptop.
“You don’t mind. I totally was just thinking…”
“Sex toy?” Amber said with a wink.
“Yeah.”
“Don’t worry. Me too. So much better than a
dildo though.”
“Yeah. Definitely.”
I picked up my beer and started chugging it back. Amber went in and I heard her slide the pizza in the oven.
She came back with another beer for each of us. “So. Did we take care of your bicurious side?” Amber asked.
I flipped her off. “I’m definitely still gay. But. I mean. It wasn’t, like, awful or anything. I probably would have enjoyed it more at 16, but for our purpose… You weren’t half bad.” She cut her eyes at me and I shoved her shoulder.
We sat drinking our beers for a bit and I was all fucked out and relaxed. After a slice of pizza and another shot or two – or three…
“Come with me…” She held out her hand. I was still naked as the day I was born. I looked down at my cock to see if it was as shy about round 2 as I was feeling.
It wasn’t.
We went back to my bedroom and I couldn’t believe this night. Now, I know I’m not the first gay guy to fuck a girl – younger, older, or not. It wasn’t technically my first time with a girl, other than that particular hole. But it felt a little mid-life-crisis-y. But I had been without so long and since it wasnt like I’d fooled her into thinking we were gonna be together or anything, I didn’t feel shitty.
Or that could be the booze talking.
She pushed me back on the bed when we got to my room and shut the door. I leaned back on my elbows as she stroked my dick. She spit on it a few times, stroking it, then sucked on it for a second. It was different, but I’d been blown by girls so it wasn’t as foreign as being inside her had been. And it just got me harder, needing more.
When she straddled me, it was so weird thinking I’d taught this girl to ride horses, I’d babysat her a few times, I’d been best friends with her brother. And her she was, letting me cum inside her because we were both lonely and needing to blow off some steam.
I’d have preferred if it’d been her brother, but beggers and choosers and all.
This time she pulled the shirt al lthe way off, revealing her flat belly and her breasts, which were on the small side. Guess all her weight was in her ass. I reached around to knead her ass, needing something semi-familiar. She moaned, fingering herself as she rutted in my lap. She came quickly and sharply then, with no more waiting, grabbed my thick, hard dick and took in every inch.
It was weird, this angle, being face to face and balls deep inside her, her inside wet and hot and working me good. “Fuck, Travis. You’re so deep in there. My husband isn’t this big.”
She started riding my dick. I put both hands on her ass and she grabbed my shoulders as she rode me like a champ. Her wet pussy stroked me right. It wasn’t quite tight enough to get the job done so I looked down and started fucking up into her. Amber’s head fell back and she let out a moan.
I tensded, enjoying the feel of my balls bouncing between my legs, a dribble of her pussy juice rolling down them.
She hugged me tight and started squeaking and cumming on my dick again and that did me in. I wrapped around her tight and shoved deep inside her, our fronts pressed together like two puzzle pieces as I rolled over on top of her and pushed deep, blowing my load – a bigger one than I thought I had left.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Amber said. “So fucking deep in there.”
I stayed like that, my face buried in the comforter beside her head and whimpered as my balls emptied with jerk after jerk and she said naughty shit about my seed and breeding her, which made my body shudder in exstacy.
Soon I rolled off, my dick flopping on my thigh, wet and spent. “Fuck me.”
“I…did.” Amber said through heavy breathing. “Goddamn.”
***
I fell asleep pretty quick-like after our sex marathon. I woke with her riding my dick again sometimes in the middle of the night but was so blissed out and tipsy it was almost a dream.
When I woke the next day, she was gone, a note and a six pack set on the counter. Thanks for last night. Paying back for the services
I couldn’t help but chuckle.
I searched myself for guilt or to see if I felt weird. Nothing that serious, really. I felt… different. I mean, I’d fucked a woman for the first time ever. Drunk or not, it’d been a crazy one night stand. But I’d gotten off with another human so it’d be stupid to look a gift horse in the mouth. And it made me one in zillion gay men who’d had at least one experience with pussy. Maybe that I’d made it to 30 and she was a 21 year old was weird, but … Why freak? She was a friend.
My folks came home the following monday and life went back to normal until I left for a new job in Arizona–my dad deciding to sell the ranch after their big trip.
When I came home for the last Christmas on our ranch, that year, I ran into Amberleigh. And she was very pregnant.
It was mine, she confirmed. But she didn’t want me help. She was just happy to finally be a mommy.
Well, fuck me.
Oh, yeah. She already did.
