Cowboy Joe’s weapon is a repeater.
Hollywood superstar, Jonny Xero, finds himself at the mercy of Tagtime Cowboy Joe when the grizzled old cowboy, hired to teach him western ways for his new movie, decides that a night out on the prairie is good preparation for the role of a lifetime. Jonny wonders whether it’s a role Joe really wants, especially after the two share a toot on the strong weed Joe’s brought along to relax the city dude.
Series: Cowboy Joe
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After breakfast at the ranch house, overseen by Joe himself who gave out the day’s chores as we ate the heartiest meal I’d ever seen served before eight o’clock at night, he took me aside. “You get a good night’s sleep?” he asked.
I attempted to stifle a yawn. “The best.”
“Good, you’ve got a hectic schedule before the rest of the movie crew get here so we’re gonna put you through your paces over the next few days. By Friday, your ass is gonna be real sore.”
I didn’t like the innuendo. “If you think I’m going to be shit easy to break in, then you’re in for a surprise.”
He didn’t take offence like I expected. He didn’t seem to take it as a challenge either, he merely tried blackmail. “Suit yourself, Jonny. But it’s me has to sign off on whether you get the role."
I was a smug bastard. “I have a contract.”
“Yeah, I’ve seen it. Maybe you don’t remember, but it says you have to be proficient in a certain number of skills. That’s where I come into it. I have to sign off on that proficiency. As I said yesterday, I don’t think you’re gonna make it. Already told that slimy agent fella, Frank Sutton, when he rang late last night. Seems he always thought that was gonna be the case which is why he never showed you the script. Dunno what goes on between you two but he’s mighty keen to get this young fella called…” he scratched his craggy cheek trying to remember the name.
“Trent Storm,” I prodded.
“Yeah, that was it. Kept telling me what a fine fella he is and that he’s gonna be one of the greats. Sounds like that Sutton guy is in love with him?”
He phrased it as a question.
“Could be,” I said. “Last time I went to my agent’s office, Storm was on his knees, if you get my drift.”
Joe chuckled to show he did. “You don’t do that?”
“Suck dick for pleasure or suck dick for a film role?”
“I don’t suck dick. Period.”
“But you don’t mind if some good-lookin’ young cowboy has a yen to chow down on your pecker?”
“That’s a whole different ball game.”
“It’s none of my business what you movie star queers do with your privates but I did not take well to that Mr. Sutton of yours—”
“Believe me, I like him just as little as you do. Our relationship is purely commercial.”
“Yeah? Sounds to me like your sellin’ yourself to him and he’s fuckin’ you in the ass.”
“Don’t go getting’ all frisky over my meanin’. I ain’t got someone else to write my fancy words like you movie actors. Seems to me that Mr. Sutton don’t have your best interests at heart is what I meant.”
I wasn’t going to bite because I knew Joe was as manipulative an old bastard as Sutton was. “Oh?”
“He’s sendin’ his little cocksuckin’ pal to the ranch. Arrives tomorrow. Seems he thinks this movie could be big with the right cast. Doesn’t want to take a chance you’ll fuck up, so he wants a back-up. Reckons Storm would be better in the role anyways. You don’t have what it takes. Gone soft.” He slapped me in the stomach to emphasize the point. I grimaced without making a sound even though I wanted to complain that it stung with the ferocity of a hive of bees.
He left me cursing under my breath as he strode toward the ranch house. “I’ll get two of the boys to put you through your paces this morning before we work out a schedule for you.”
“I’m not a fuckin’ show pony,” I yelled after him, furious with myself for letting him get under my skin, and furious with the world that I cared what they thought of me.
Here we go again, having to prove myself all over again. When does it fuckin’ stop?
Barry Lowe is notorious for his Lowe-Life column which scandalized Sydney when it appeared fortnightly in a Sydney bar newspaper in the 1980s. It led to fame, fortune and easy lays (well infamy at any rate and the occasional not-so-easy lay, the fortune never arrived) so he has spent the last couple of decades writing gay sex comedies for stage as well numerous erotica stories under his own and various pseudonyms, plus his more recent autobiographical weekly column in Sydney’s SX magazine. He is the author of the novels The More the Merrier: Gay Gangbang Erotica; Romancing the Bone: Gay Romance Erotica; The Gravy Train, The Major and The Miners, and Busting Billy’s Butt. He has also written a biography of Hollywood legend, Mamie Van Doren, Atomic Blonde, for McFarland Press. He lives in Sydney with his partner, Wally.
Check out his website at www.barrylowe.net.