You come back from the convenience store with snacks and watch him fill up the tank. You were both supposed to be at the hotel 90 minutes ago, but that construction delay had rerouted you off the highway, and now it was late. He's restless. It's warm out. He wants to take off his shirt, but there's mosquitos out here. You watch him adjust his crotch absentmindedly. You've seen that tell before. He's uncomfortable and his nuts are full. When you get to the hotel, he is absolutely going to throw you on the bed and pound your ass. Usually he lets you wind down a bit, but tonight the door is barely gonna be closed when your pants come off. Not that you really mind... you got to travel and be a ranch-hand for Trevor's family, which was a pretty sweet job. Trevor was just the bonus. Well, Trevor probably thought you were the bonus. "Tell anyone about this, and I'll oilspot you," he drawled in your ear one night as his cum was still drying on your thighs. Who were you going to tell? The horses?
You wish Trevor would just come out already so you could have a cute cowboy romance. You swat away a mosquito. Trevor puts the gas pump back into its cradle. "Come on, let's get going." You toss him a bag of Chexmix. "Oh hell yeah." He rips it open. He puts a rye chip in his lips. Mmn. He's going to taste salty and delicious later when he kisses you. ______________________ Captions are fictional.
