19 - Elijah
19
Elijah
I listened to the sounds of sex in the campsite next to mine, twenty feet away, my cock as hard as an uncured saddle.
It’d been an interesting night, to put it mildly. I’d come in second place in the Saddle Bronc Riding competition, which I reckoned was my worst event. Awful nice surprise. I guess it was easy to do well without the weight of expectation. Just going out there and seeing what happened.
I wore that silver medal around my neck at Billy Bob’s, high-fiving all the other rodeo competitors who were out celebrating after the first real night of competition. Billy Bob’s was a big-ass place, with too many rooms to count, so I ran into people I knew everywhere I went.
Johnny and I weren’t friends. If you offered me a medal in one of the events in exchange for punching the man in the face, I’d have him on the ground before the offer was out of your mouth. I knew he’d do the same if the tables were turned. That’s just how it was between us.
But hell, I didn’t dislike him, either. Out of all the other guys I was competing against at the rodeo, he was one of the least- shitty. I guess you could say I was fond of him, in the same way that a man was fond of an old pair of work boots that sometimes caused blisters on the toe.
All this is to say I didn’t feel any particular joy when he couldn’t last eight seconds in the Saddle Bronc Riding event. I had a dozen jokes ready to go, most of them thinly-veiled insinuations about how long he could last in bed with a woman of disreputable distinction. But when he walked back into the locker room deep underneath the Dickies Arena, hanging his head like a boy who’d dropped his ice cream cone, I felt bad for him. Not bad enough to give up my silver medal if I could, but bad enough to keep my insults in my holster.
And when he told Sophie, the bombshell bartender, that he was going to leave her alone? It was downright depressing.
I hung around him, keeping him company and letting him vent. Not as a friend, mind you. Just as a sympathetic rodeo cowboy who’d ended up flat on my own ass in the dirt more times than I could count. Since he was too hungover to drink his sorrows away, it was the least I could do. We even found a few rodeo groupies to flirt with on our way out the door.
That’s when Sophie returned and gave him a chance. Inviting him out after her shift.
Yeah, I was jealous. I’d been hoping to give that filly a ride since we showed up to the rodeo, and it stung to see him succeed where I had failed. But after moping around all night, Johnny was suddenly happier than a dog with two dicks. Hell, I couldn’t be mad about that.
Not to mention when he left to meet Sophie, the two groupies convinced me to stay and share a drink while listening to music. They weren’t exactly subtle , commenting about how the two of them had always wanted to share a cowboy. They were practically throwing themselves at me, begging for a threesome.
A small part of me wanted to do just that. Okay, it was a large part of me, which was rapidly growing larger thanks to all the extra blood flowing to it.
But my heart wasn’t in it tonight.
As they flirted and continued brushing against me, I wondered what was wrong with me. This was usually my favorite part of the rodeo: hooking up with random women, fulfilling their fantasy of riding a cowboy. Maybe I was growing older and wiser. Had I moved past these kinds of flings?
But when I returned to my trailer and heard what was going on in the trailer next door, I realized there was a very specific reason I didn’t care about the women I had just ghosted.
Sophie .
It was tough to go out for burgers when you had your eye on filet mignon.
And there was nothin’ in this world I wanted more than to sink my teeth into that blonde beauty.
I stretched out on the couch in my trailer and listened to the sounds coming from the campsite next door. The two of them were really going at it. I was jealous, of course… but only a little bit. Rather than wishing I was in Johnny’s position, I started fantasizing about joining them. Walking over, knocking on the door, and inviting myself in. I’d never had that kind of threesome before, but the not-so-subtle suggestion from the two women back at the bar had put the idea in my head.
Sophie probably wasn’t into that kind of thing, though. And I doubted Johnny wanted me, his competition, in bed with him, stealing half of Sophie’s attention.
I smiled to myself. That was all right. I was a patient man. Besides, I’d overheard Sophie and her friend Liz discussing what they were going to do on their night off tomorrow.
And I had a plan.