The winter storm had moved into the ranch country just after lunch, bringing cold, wind and snow. The radio had predicted near blizzard conditions by nightfall. Joe had brought the horses in to spend the storm in the protection of the barn, the cattle had been fed and their water tanks cleared of ice so they could drink. Finally he could head home to spend the stormy night with a good book and the radio.
Joe was born and raised on this ranch and wouldn't think of doing anything else; he loved his life. He had looked forward to his wife coming home this night, as she did most Friday evenings, but she had called to tell him she would be staying in town to attend the volley ball game; their daughter was a player. She spent the week in town with their daughter to send her to school. And if this storm became as strong as they predicted, his wife and daughter would likely spend the entire weekend in town too.
Joe looked forward to weekends and the regular fuck he got on Friday nights. His 6'2" frame squirmed in the pickup seat, thinking of the pussy he would miss. The squirming and his thoughts made his 45 year old cock swell. He rubbed his crotch. "Calm down big guy, you ain't getting any tonight," he told his cock, as if it had a life of it's own; which it seemed to have at times!