Not suitable for under 18's - Gift to Nifty **********************
This story is totally fantasy and not based on reality. It does include being drugged which is not to be encouraged and totally wrong!
Part 1: The Leather Cowboy
I was a city boy to my core. Born and bread in a large city the world beyond it was strange to me. Unexciting, dull.
At the age of 23 I was a total, fully expressed, fully immersed gay boy. I'd discovered every gay club and bar in the city, discovered my love of leather gear, even though I couldn't afford very much and I was, to be honest, a total slut.
I'd had a couple of short term boyfriends but nothing within me could ever truly commit. I loved the randomness of meets, the instant mutual gratification and the ease to just walk away and move on.
I wasn't keen on meeting guys in bars and clubs preferring to check out apps. But I was a regular on the scene and had good friends.
Over the past six months there had been a bit of a freaky series of events occurring. Guys meeting guys who turned out to be way more dominant than they expected. Their names unknown they went by names like: The Plumber, The Electrician; The Lifeguard; The Cowboy; and The Gardener. They shared characteristics like large cocks, ripped bodies and those that had met them seemed changed.
I'd of course hadn't.
On a Saturday afternoon I'd journeyed out of the city to meet a guy who I'd met on an app. From the pictures he was above average in looks and dick size so I was buzzing. I'd pulled on my skin tight leather pants, white t-shirt, thick straps around my wrist and caught a bus for 2hrs only to end up in some desert back water town.
I'd found this guys run down house. Knocked and before me stood your typical app bot guy. No, no 6'2" Adonis with a package that could rearrange your guts no. Rather a mid 40's half bald, 5'9", serious beer belly guy who seemed delighted I was real.
Now, most bots in my early days of having sex like this I'd walk from. But then I'd learnt to just go with the flow and then to weirdly find pleasure in it.
So I did. I went in and we had sex several times before passing out in his bedroom. The room sweltering from the summer heat. I knew I'd shut my eyes at about 1am but I woke at 5.30am. Next to me was the pile and sweating, snoring flesh I'd given myself too the previous night and I wasn't ready for a second act.
I pulled on my jock, pants, boots and T-shirt. A quick brush of my teeth and I walked out.
I followed that path back to the town and hit Main St. At 5.45am. Nothing was open, no one was around. I was about to cross when the sound of a red pickup truck came around the corner and stopped at the crossing.
"So where you headed" the insanely hot driver asked me.
"Oh the bus stop".
"It's Sunday, no busses `till tomorrow".
I must have looked downcast in that moment.
"Tell you what, jump in, I'll give you a ride up to Dixon. There's a bus in the afternoon from there"
I jumped at the chance and ran around to the passenger door. He reached over releasing the catch on a creaking door.
The inside of the truck just smelt alpha, musk, sweat, maybe a hint of pine. Even with one window opening it was sweltering. There wasn't much floor carpet left, just red metal, some of it rusty and a metal baseball bat.
My leather pants creaked, I caught a glance of a smirk across his face. My pants were the type for maximum access. A single zip from the front around to the back of my waistband. They meant that in the heat, on a meet I didn't have to pull them on and off with sweaty legs and they gave me all the access I'd need to offer.
"You been up at Raymond's then" came the straight up question. I must have looked dumb "relax kid, you're hardly his first". He put the truck in gear, hit on some terrible country music that he sang along too, out of tune and we drove out of town, into the desert.
About 45 minutes into the drive I piped up "how long is it? `Till we're in Dixon?".
He dropped the volume "well about two more hours I think, but that's including the stop we need to make at my place".
It was sudden, almost like a hand break turn and onto a rough track. "I live up here".
`Up there' was in the middle of no where "like, seriously?" Was my bratty little reply which seemed to make him shift in his seat a little.
"Yeah, up here. Look bus doesn't go `til 6pm. I'm starving so want some breakfast, so we do that first". He was firm, no presenting a case to be argued with.
On the horizon suddenly were two large barns and a simple wooden farmhouse. Nothing fancy. There were fenced paddocks with nothing in them it seemed. As we stopped there was a great swish of dust and I looked back not being able to see the road we'd turned off.
He stepped out. His door creaking too. He stood at least 6'5". His body muscled, thin though and tight. "You coming kid?".
I followed him into the house. It was cute. A single living room/kitchen. A small corridor to a bedroom and bathroom and that was it. A wood burner, a couch, a rocking chair.
It was simple. You want some coffee, some bacon?
I nodded. Trying to not actually slut out on his looks to much. As I drank through my coffee my head lightened then, well then I was asleep.