Hi there, one more story for you. This is a story about an affair with a cowboy. I think it is everyone's fantasy to have sex with a cowboy. Let me tell you one more thing. I have written about something called 'gay tests' in this story. I conjured it up right when I was writing. I have no way of knowing if these tests work or not. They are just a figment of my mind. So take them with a grain of salt. By the way, you can let me know if some such tests do really do exist. I would be grateful to know. Read on...
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Shawn was very excited. At last he was getting to visit Uncle Jacob's ranch in Texas. He had always had this dream as a kid to spend his holidays at a proper ranch. Ever since he was a small kid. Uncle Jacob used to regale him with stories of cowboys, which he eagerly lapped up. But then some problems had cropped up between his uncle and his parents with the result that the former had been sort of ostracized from the family. Only a few weeks ago had the problems been reconciled and as an olive branch, Uncle Jacob had invited all of them to his ranch at Texas.
As both of his parents were working, they couldn't make it but they promised to send Shawn along. Shawn was now in between courses and so he had asked his parents if he could go visit uncle Jacob and they had readily agreed. The ticket had been booked and he was leaving tomorrow for Wyoming. He was so excited. At the age of twenty-two he was finally going to experience something, which he had only dreamed of since the age of seven. Little did he know that he was going to experience something, which he wouldn't have expected in his wildest dreams…
It had already been decided that Uncle Jacob would send someone to receive him at the airport. So after he deplaned and picked up his stuff, he looked around the airport for the signs of someone waiting for him. The airport was very crowded. Shawn hoped that the person who had been sent to receive him did not overlook him in the hustle and bustle.
"Hey, are you Shawn McNoughty?" a husky voice broke into his reverie. Shawn turned around to face the most masculine man he had ever set his eyes on. From the top of his head to the tips of his boots, this man looked every inch a cowboy and he sure was dressed like one. A typical plaid shirt covered his broad shoulders and tight crotch hugging jeans led the way to handtooled cowboy boots. Hmm-mm thought Shawn, these holidays were going to be very interesting. Shawn had had sex with lots of guys before, but they had been mainly from his college and no one, repeat no one had ever been even remotely so studly. Oh, just the thick mustache on this guy's face was to die for. Now he had to just check out if this guy was gay. Normally Shawn could just make out from the person's body movements but this time he was not sure. Okay, he was in no hurry. He would make of what he called his 'gay tests' a series of tests he had devised to test if the opposite person was gay. He was right about ninety per cent of the time.
But first things first. "Yeah, were you sent by Uncle Jacob?"
"Yeah, he sent me all right. Is that all your baggage?" he indicated the bags at Shawn's feet. "Yeah that's all. Did you have to wait long for the plane?"
"Nah, just arrived." The guy was reticent all right. He was going to be a challenge. But Shawn loved challenges. He could do the 'belly test' right now. Shawn casually put his hands to his T-shirt at the waist and raised it, pretending to stretch his limbs. "Am I glad the flight is over, the seats were pretty cramped. You know what I mean?" he said rhetorically. Score one for him, Shawn thought. The guy's eyes had followed the movement of his hands and had lingered at his waist for a second longer that necessary.
"Shall we make a move?" the guy asked picking up the heaviest bags with no noticeable strain. Shawn was impressed. "Okay," he said picking up the rest of the bags. They started walking along side by side. Now, Shawn thought was time for the 'ass test'. He casually started walking a bit faster, maneuvering in between the crowds. When they emerged from the airport, Shawn was a good five steps in front of the cowboy. He suddenly looked behind at him. Score two. The cowboy was checking out his ass. Shawn was pretty sure even though the cowboy looked up the instant Shawn looked behind. "Uh, we haven't even been introduced. Hi I'm Shawn, although you know that already."
"howdy, I'm Rick. Nice to see ya." Rick's lips parted in a quick smile, which sent Shawn's heart rate up. Oh my god, Shawn thought, this man was deadly. He would have to be careful not to lose his heart in the bargain.
Rick lead the way to a dusty open jeep and dumped the bags in the back seat. "Strap up boy, we have a long ride ahead of us." He climbed into the jeep and Shawn followed. Rick started the jeep and drove on. Shawn wondered what to talk about. Rick sure gave no intention that he was disturbed by the silence. Oh well, there was always tomorrow to get acquainted. No hurry here. He might as well try the 'crotch test', the last in the series. Hmm what could he do? Oh yes, there was this can of water placed on the floor between Rick's feet. Shawn made a move to take it. At the same instant the jeep bounced on some loose stones and conveniently Shawn took to opportunity to brush against Rick's joint with his hand. A light cop-out was all that was generally necessary. "Oh sorry, I just wanted the water bottle. I am so thirsty. He unscrewed the bottle and put it to his lips. He could just see Rick from the corner of his eyes. Rick moved around just a little bit in his seat. The movement was so surreptitious that normally one wouldn't even notice it. But to Shawn's experienced eye, the meaning was crystal clear. The man was trying to find a more comfortable position. And ninety nine times out of hundred, after the 'crotch test', that meant only one thing, the guy had a slight hard-on that he wanted to hide or suppress. Though Rick's jeans were pretty tight, Shawn could still see the slight bulge. Oh boy, this was great. Shawn was almost convinced that the guy was gay. Okay, now he could relax.
They reached the ranch in about an hour's time. The ranch was nothing like what Shawn had expected. It was pretty ordinary though huge. He had expected cowboys to be milling about everywhere and horse and stuff. But the ranch appeared to be deserted. He voiced his questions to Rick. "Well," Rick explained patiently, "This is a working ranch, not one of those things that are resorts and training places for tourists. Normally, all the cowboys leave at dawn. They come back for lunch at about one and then again go about their chores. Then they return only at dusk."
"Did you take a half day or something to pick me up?"
"No, actually I have some problem with my knee. I seem to have injured it. I was on complete bed rest for about a couple of weeks. Just a couple of days ago, I started doing some light work. I told your uncle that I would pick you up from the airport. He readily agreed as he couldn't spare anyone else.: Rick looked at his watch. "He should be here any moment now." His last words were punctuated by the sound of horsed hooves pounding on the dirt. Shawn turned to see a group of ten-fifteen men riding on horsed, approaching the ranch. As the group came nearer, Shawn was able to recognise his uncle. His uncle looked more or less the same. The years had been kind to him. Of course, his age was apparent in the crow's feet around his eyes and weathered skin. But on the whole, his uncle had still managed to retain his strength and charisma. His uncle halted his horse a few feet away from his and unmounted. "And how is my favourite nephew?" he asked in his booming voice that Shawn so clearly remembered?"
"Fine uncle. Thanks for inviting me over."
