Fuck me…There he is.
I rounded the corner of isle 3 at the Main Street Market and my eyes met the reason I've been living on Cheerios and Wheat Thins for the past few weeks- my cowboy. Every Sunday I go to the market to stock my refrigerator for the week and every Sunday I see him. See, I'm a vegetarian and usually I spend most of my time in the produce section but Tex, as I've started referring to him, never graces me with his presence there. So, as you see, I've become quite fond of cereal and crackers.
Just like every Sunday, we pass each other – he nods his head at me and I give him a small smile. The minute I pass him I mentally kick myself for once again not saying a word to him and grab a box of whatever cereal is closest to him. I should really pay closer attention to what he's eating because, believe me, it's done his body good. Today, he's wearing those sinfully tight Levi's, plain white tee, and those fuck me cowboy boots. His dirty blonde hair is messy, perfect and that tan makes his skin glisten even in the bright fluorescent lights of the grocery store. He's definitely my favorite site to see in this small town.
I attended medical school at Northwestern. This past June, I was sent to a small town in northwest Ohio to train with Dr. Paul Miller, a family doctor. It's not bad, really. I could be working 24-hour shifts in a trauma center in Chicago (like my father), but this suits my needs much better. It's nice to be off work by 6PM every night, 12PM on Saturdays and absolutely no Sundays. The downside- I miss my friends and family. Chicago isn't a far drive from here – only about 4 hours, but my nights are very boring in this town. I'm not a big drinker, but I do like to have a beer or two after work some nights and this town does have a few bars, but they are all run-down biker bars. It isn't a place for someone like me. This is a very conservative community and I'm afraid I'd get my ass kicked if anyone found out I was gay, so I go home to my very tiny apartment above a beauty shop in town and either watch TV or call my sister/friends and live vicariously through their exciting lives in the city.
I turn the isle and speed through the rest of my shopping. I'm pathetic enough to admit that every week I try to finish up my shopping so I can catch a glimpse of what Tex drives. I have yet to be successful, and I don't really know why it's so important to me. He's become somewhat of an obsession of mine. I've spent many, many nights in bed fantasizing about this man and, believe me, he aims to please. I'm almost certain that he isn't gay. How many cowboys do you know who are? It's a little prejudice of me, I guess, but I'm not delusional enough to believe we could live out some sort of Brokeback Mountain fantasy (I've had many fantasies, indeed). I just need to finish up my internship and get back to the city where I belong.
Back to the city where my family and friends accept me for who I am.
Back to the city where I can escape my boredom and be away from this sexy temptation.
I feel slightly guilty for rushing the cashier. She was a sweet, old woman, her name was Dorothy, but Tex was checking out beside me and it's the closest I've ever come to following him out the door. I swipe my Visa, and throw my bags of canned vegetables, cereal, and frozen pizza into the cart. Just as Dorothy hands me my receipt, Tex passes me and heads to the door. Trying not to follow too closely, I take my time and put my receipt and Visa back in my wallet and head out the door behind him.
It's beautiful outside, today: 75 and sunny. I notice Tex turn around and glance at me while I head to my car. Does he think I'm following him? My car is down this way, isn't it? I slow my pace and stop at the trunk of my Volvo, trying only to follow him with my eyes and not turn my head in his direction. He opens the tailgate of a beat-up, green Chevy truck just a few spaces away and unloads his groceries into it. Fuck, I knew it…a truck. Add that object to my spank bank.
Groaning aloud, I slam my trunk closed, adjust my massive erection, and roughly grab the cart to put it in the return. Not paying attention I crash into one of the carts and look up. Shit, shit, shit!
"Sorry, man," Tex gives a slight smile and backs his cart up so I can put mine away.
Jesus, he has an accent. Down boy! "Um, no, ugh…my bad. I guess I wasn't paying attention. Go ahead," I pull my cart back and gesture for him to return his.
"Really, I'm in no hurry," he gives me a fucking cock-weeping smile and shakes his head.
"I crashed into you, so please," I tried to match his sexy smile with one of my own, but there is no way I could compete with that.
"Well, if you insist. Thank you, sir," he slowly pushes his cart into the return, still smiling and nods at me turns around to leave. All I could do was look down and blush. What the fuck, Cullen, pull yourself together.
I briskly walk to my car, slide in and adjust myself once more, keeping my hand covering my cock to relieve the pressure. He pulls away and I'm left panting in the parking lot of a Podunk grocery store on the border of fucking Ohio. What the hell is wrong with me?
JPOVA Volvo- figures. I've been trying to figure out what kind of car pretty boy drives for a few weeks. I had no idea what I would do with the information, but I had to know. I thought it would be an Audi, Benz, BMW, or any other foreign car, and it turns out I was close. It baffled me that he hadn't noticed me checking him out in the grocery store – or had he? Being new in town, I had no idea who he was, how old he was, where he worked, or if he was straight. I prayed to whatever God heard me that he was, though I doubt I'd do anything with that information. Honestly, I didn't know how much longer I was going to be here.
I moved here from Texas to help my cousin, Emmett, out with his farm. He had inherited land from his grandfather on his dad's side and it hadn't been farmed in years, so being the nice guy that I am, I left my ranch to help him for the summer. Emmett raises cows, has acres of wheat and corn that we're trying to finish planting. The weather hasn't been very accommodating this year. The rain has prevented us from planting early/on time and now that it's let up, we're rushing. His corn should be knee high by the fourth of July, but I'm not sure that will happen this year. It wasn't the perfect year for Emmett to basically start his own business, but after this year he should be able to jump any hurdles that come his way. Every morning we get up, feed the cows, and head out to the fields. It's hot and sometimes it sucks, but I love doing it. It's all I've ever known and couldn't dream of doing anything else. Without farmers, there would be no food. Well, no good, natural food anyway.
We get all of our meat from either our own cows, friends' animals, or local butcher shops. He has a small garden out by his barn where he grows vegetables. It isn't enough to profit from, but it stocks his kitchen nicely for the two of us and occasionally his girlfriend, Rosalie. The only reason I even go to the market is to stock up on my much-loved cereal and snacks. Okay, so it's not the only reason.
I don't even know Pretty Boy's name. All I know is that I see him every Sunday and I've fantasized about bending him over in the bed of my truck.
I could never pursue him even if it turns out he is gay. Nobody in my family knows my sexual orientation, including Emmett. I've slept with a few girls basically to try and convince myself that it was just curiosity about men that had be interested and not because I was gay. When I was in high school, my father hired Brad to help out around the ranch. Brad was fucking sexy. He was built, had a great tan, and also had a tendency to ride the horses without his shirt on. Sexy! One day we were cleaning out the stalls while my dad had the horses down at the local fair when Brad pushed me against the gate and kissed me. At first I was shocked, of course. I never had a woman attack me like that, let alone a man. He told me that he'd been watching me all summer and noticed the way I stared at him. I didn't have time to be shy because I was terrified that someone else, like my father, had noticed as well. He could never find out.
The rest of that summer was amazing. Brad and I had effectively gotten to third base with each other and I knew then that sucking cock was something I was born to do. I love it. I'm not bragging, but if it was an Olympic sport, I'd be a gold medallist. I'm fairly certain that it isn't normal to love cock sucking as much as I do, but Brad loved being at the receiving end. It was the last summer that I had been with a man. I messed around with a few girls at parties thanks to Jose Cuervo, but I've never been as satisfied as I was that summer. Pretty Boy was the only person to come even close to bringing out those feelings within me. He doesn't seem like the type of guy that Emmett and his friends would hang around with, though, so it might look suspicious if I started disappearing with him (as if he'd be interested) so it's best if I just don't try to talk to him again. That velvety voice of his would be the death of me. Hearing him stammer over his words today reminded me of the great noises he would make with his dick in my mouth.
I really enjoy being here with Emmett and having guy time, but I'm counting the days until I get to go back to Texas. It's not that life is any easier for me there, but it's home and it's what I'm familiar with. Raising horses is much different than crop farming.
EPOV Monday, 7:42AMOkay, I've lived in Chicago all my life and never have I been more frustrated with traffic than I am at this moment. Why, you ask? Because I'm the 6th car of MANY that are stuck behind a damn tractor! The car directly behind said tractor won't go around it because the big green monster is the size of a two-story townhouse, and nobody wants to make the first move to pass them both.
Fuck. My. Life.
Sighing deeply, I roll down my window leaning my arm against the door and rest my head on my balled fist.
I'll never make it to work on time.
I shouldn't even have to travel this far out of my way to get to work. The cities road construction crew has two main roads in this town blocked off for repavement. TWO ROADS! I have to take this fucking scenic route and leave 20 minutes early to get to work. Okay, okay so if I was in Chicago it would take me much longer to get through traffic, but people know how to drive back home. Here…not so much. Nobody seems to be in a hurry that's for damn sure.
Don't these people have jobs?Finally, that tractor thing pulls off the side of the road and lets those of us with a schedule drive around him. I push down on the clutch and follow the line of cars, glancing at the tractor with every intention on flipping the driver off when I see him. The driver is none other than my Tex. To make matters better or worse, we make eye contact as I drive around him.
Cue boner…I whip my head back around to pay attention to the flat country road and prevent Tex from seeing me blush but the damage was done. My breathing was labored, my palms were sweaty, and my face was flaming red. A feeling comes over me that I can't explain. I'm a doctor…I know what these symptoms are. I laugh at myself when the song pops in my head.
"Doctor, Doctor give me the news. I got a bad case of loving you."
Wow, Cullen…That's really mature. At least I know the route I'll be taking home from work.
EPOVMonday, 5:03PM
Work flew by fairly quickly. Dr. Miller and I have been plenty busy thanks to the weather we've been having. I'm not saying I'm happy that people are coming in sick and with allergies, certainly not, but none of the cases are life-threatening in this office and if they are, we refer them to a specialist. Helping people is what we do…what we don't do are major surgeries unless it's an emergency. This job is great. I just wish it were in a different town.
"Have a good night, Edward. I'll see you bright and early tomorrow," Paul waved in my direction and drove off in his car.
Dr. Miller had everything: wife, four grown children (all either in college or high school), a beautiful house on Hospital Drive, and a prestigious reputation. I idled that man though I couldn't say why. I knew a wife wasn't in my future and probably not a future in this town, but he had something I desperately wanted here. Freedom. I haven't had to hide my sexuality in years, and just when my career is starting to take off, I have to fall back in the shadows. This is only temporary, sure, but it's very lonely here and the only thing that keeps my life even mildly interesting is Tex.
Tex.
I hadn't even realized I'd been sitting in the parking lot with the car running just staring out the window at pavement. Ten minutes had gone by and it hadn't even registered to me. Wake up, Edward. Go home…and take the scenic route.
A smile formed on my face as I put my car in gear and headed home the same way I'd come to work. I was hoping that I'd see Tex, but I even thought I sounded crazy. Today was the first day I'd seen him outside of our usual grocery store Sundays, so why was I expecting him to be there? It's not like he just sat around on his tractor and waited for me to drive by. I'd feel sorry for him if that were the case. All I have to offer him is inappropriate ogling…Not sexy…
I turned right onto Lutz Rd. and rolled the windows down. The weather was finally getting warmer and the air was much cleaner here than it was in Chicago. It's nice not to inhale smog every time you drive away from the suburbs. There were no tractors on the road when I passed where Tex was sitting earlier, but there was one in the field.
What the…I took a double take when I saw someone standing outside of a smoking green monster kicking the tire. The site of his blonde hair tore my eyes away from the road. What was even more entrancing was that he's topless. Topless. His tanned, bare chest was glistening in the sun as he pulled the t-shirt that was hanging out of his back pocket to wipe the sweat off his face.
**Beep**Beep**
SHIT!
Turning back to the road, I swerved back into my lane (Well, I swerved back to the right side of the road. There are no lines on these back roads, so technically we don't have a lane). My heart was pounding in my chest either from seeing Tex half naked or my nearly crashing into an oncoming car.
What should I do? He seems to be stranded, but it would be awkward to stop and help him, right? It's not like we're strangers. We've at the very least shared a few mumbled words in the parking lot at the market. Does he have a way home? Surely he has a cell phone, who doesn't? What if he doesn't? What if his phone is dead and he has to walk home? Does he live far? It'll be dark soon. It's too dangerous for him to walk these roads at night by himself.
Manning up, I turned left onto the next road so I could drive around the block. Unfortunately, I country block is about 4 miles to complete and I tried talking myself out of what I was doing the entire way.
You're just being considerate, Edward. You'd do the same for anyone else, right? Yeah, except I probably wouldn't have noticed anyone else if it were a similar situation.Turning back onto Lutz Rd., I saw Tex walking down the side of the road, shirt back in his pocket and a cell phone held up to his ear. I considered driving right past him again, but I can honestly say I wouldn't do that to someone out here even if it weren't Tex. Chicago is another story all together. I'd never stop for someone who appeared to be stranded. You never know what they're packing.
Hmm, I wonder what Tex is packing in those tight jeans of his.
Fuck.
I slowed down, willing my semi to go away and pulled up beside him. He looked over at me while still on his cell.
"Ugh Em, I'll call you back," he hung up his cell and smiled at me.
I tried my best not to stare and smiled back, "Everything okay? You need a ride home, or something?"
…'or something'…Jesus, Edward…
"Um, sure…I mean…if you don't mind. I called my cousin, but he's in one of his field a couple miles from here. I can wait, though. You don't have to go out of your way," he bowed his head and rubbed the back of it. When he glanced up at me, I saw his piercing blue eyes. They looked much brighter in natural sunlight.
Beautiful.
"It's no problem. I've had to take these back roads home since all the streets in town seem to be torn up. I don't mind at all. Get in. I'll take you home," I unlocked the doors and he walked around the front of my car to the passenger side and I may have drooled the entire way.
He paused outside the door, "I don't know, I'm pretty dirty. I don't want to ruin you're nice car."
"Get in," I laughed. "I really don't mind."
"I can at least put my shirt back on," he pulled his shirt back over his head.
Damn.
Sitting in the car, he didn't even bother to put his seatbelt on.
"Seatbelts," I smiled and shifted out of neutral.
He laughed at me, "Really? You must have kids."
"No," I laughed back. "I'm a doctor. I don't want to see you in the Emergency Room in case a tractor tries to run us off the road."
"Doctor, huh?" I glanced at him and noticed his smirk. "I wondered when I saw this car yesterday at the market."
"It's nothing. I'm just an intern. Where am I going?" I gestured towards the road.
"Oh, yeah…. Um, at the second stop sign turn left." He pulled his jeans a little to make himself more comfortable.
"I'm Jasper, by the way," he looked out his window.
Jasper…Jasper's a good name. I kinda like Tex better…"Edward," I smiled and we glanced at each other. "Something tells me you're not from Ohio, Jasper. Nobody else has that accent."
"Well, something tells me you're not from Ohio, Edward," he smiled. "Nobody else that that accent."
"I'm from Chicago and here for my internship. You?" I relaxed a little at our easily flowing conversation.
"Texas. I'm here helping my cousin with his farm," he laughed. "Yeah, a lot of help I've been. I've successfully broken one of his Planters and a Combine."
Texas! I knew it! And, he broke his what and his what?"I'm sure he appreciates the help," I felt a knot in my stomach being so close to him. I turned left onto Green Rd.
"About four miles down the road will be a stop sign. Turn right and we are the first house on the left," he was tapping his fingers on his knee. Something I was dying to cover with my own hand.
"So…" we both said at the same time.
He laughed, "Are you as bored in this town as I am?"
I let out a sigh/laugh, "I'm going mad. I work and go home. That's it."
"Oh, but you get some excitement on Sundays. That grocery store is raging with entertainment," he smiled at me.
I could get used to that smile.
"Oh, yeah. That's why I only go once a week. I have to pace myself," I didn't want to risk looking at him for I sounded like a complete moron.
"Same here. I'm grateful for my cousin, though. Emmett's pretty much a party guy. He drags me everywhere with him whether I like it or not. He means well, but I don't really feel like myself here," he smile faltered and he looked down at his hands.
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Boy, don't I.
I turned onto State Road 13 and into his driveway. It was a small ranch with two barns out back that were about five times the size of the house itself. There wasn't another house for at least a mile.
"Thanks, Edward. I really appreciate it," he smiled and held out his hand.
"Anytime," I shook his hand. Mmm, rough, strong hands. "Maybe I'll see you Sunday," I chuckled at my lameness.
"Sure, sure. Hey, let me give you some gas money for your trouble," he started reaching into his back pocket for his wallet. It didn't go unnoticed the way he rose his hips up in what looked to me like a thrusting motion.
"No, no. I was happy to do it. I don't want money, really," without thinking, I reached over and put my hand on his arm to stop him.
We both took a deep breath and paused, looking at each other.
"Okay, well," he looked down at my hand on his arm. "since you don't really do anything on the weekends other than grocery shop, why don't you come over this Friday for our poker night. Emmett's friends are pretty cool and it'll at least get you out of the house."
I pulled my hand away when my finger started to slowly caress his strong arm. Should I go? My head was screaming at me to say "yes", but it would be completely awkward. I don't know how to act around a bunch of cowboys and they would probably find out I was gay the second I walked in the house. Don't these country boys have some sort of radar for that? Fuck! What do I do?
"Edward?" I looked back over at him and he was smiling at me. "They're harmless, I promise. It could be fun. You're committing to poker, not marriage."
We both laughed at that. He certainly knew how to break the tension.
"Yeah, all right," I licked my lips and sighed. "What time?"
"Be here around 8 on Friday night. Bring your drink of choice. I hope you don't have an aversion to cigarette smoke, Doc. They're all smokers." He opened his door and started climbing out.
"And you're not?" Damn it! Where is my verbal filter. It's none of my damn business if he smokes.
"Nah. I never picked it up." He shut the door and leaned on the opened window.
Fuck that's sexy.
"So, I'll see you Friday then?" He smirked at me and I desperately wanted to reach over, grab his face, and kiss that smirk right off his face.
"If you think it will be alright with your cousin, I'll be here. Um, here, I'll give you my number if anything changes you can let me know," I handed him one of my business cards.
"Edward A. Cullen, M.D." He smiled. "I'll see you Friday, Dr. Cullen." He walked up the driveway to his house.
I just sat there completely dumbfounded and horny as hell!
Well, there you have it. I don't have a Beta and I've only taken the required college English classes, so if this was a complete mess…I'm sorry.
Up next-Poker night! Will one or both of them let their sexual preference slip? Hmm…