The Boys of Summer...
2 months of HOT young cowboys!
Shit, ya gotta luv Summer
100% Cowboy Hunk!
Ya gotta luv summer...
Whatcha lookin' at, boy?
On yer knees and suck my dick!
Summer brings out the best in Cowboys!
Woof!
Ready for a picnic?
I've got a hot dog for you to eat, boy!
I'm caught...
What will the cowboy do next?
@1st - First thing I thought, I wanna do some bull-wrestling. I'm gonna try to wrestle that cowboy even if I might end up regretting.
ReplyDelete#1 says yer on. Git ready to git dirty. He'd love to do some bull wrestling with ya. Of course, if he pins you and ties you, well, yer ass belongs to the cowboy for whatever fun he has in mind....
ReplyDeletethink twice bud....
Think twice? As if. Yer can make all the noise you like cowboy but I reckon you're only running off at the mouth because you know as well as I'd do, I'd win for sure... Any place, any time... You're as big as a bull and probably as daft as one.
DeleteI think that cowboy is sporting a trophy buckle dude. Game on, git ready to get thrown down by that muscle dude. Eat some dirt and then lick his boots. Yee Haw! Rodeo one.
DeleteAnyone can recognise that there trophy buckle is store-bought trash, greenhorn.
DeleteI grin smugly, knowing that taunt is questioning his pride, before bracing for his likely charge. I was intent on wrestling that cowboy and I didn't quite know why but hell, I wanted to wrestle no matter what happened after. I just hoped my baiting was getting under his skin...
Game on YeeHtied. The cowboy lunges at you. You do a good job dodging his first few lunges. Then the cowboy sizes up his steer and this next lunge hits you hard. You land in the dust on your back. The cowboy now has the advantage. His size and muscle is enough to grab your arms as you thrash. He pulls a pigging rope and loops your wrist. Now he starts quick figure 8 loops to tie your wrists.
DeleteThe cowboy now wants to think you have a chance and lets you to run again. He watches you run a bit and you stop. You come closer, the cowboy smiles. He lunges at you again...
("Then the cowboy sizes up his steer" Fucking hawt) ...
DeleteI definitely get a little too smug during the first round, the consecutive dodges start going to my head and before I know it, I've been bulldogged and let loose in a matter of seconds.
Guess he wants to do a best out of three. Must be some dang honorable cowboy if thats the case. Naturally when there's no response to me darting off, I curiously come back, wondering what's the matter. Did that feat just tucker him out completely? The smile catches me off guard completely, as I give a shy one in return. Ain't too much that beats a cowboy smiling from underneath the brim of his hat. "You okay cowb.....OOF" as whilst my guard was completely lowered I felt a hulk of muscle closing the distance surprisingly fast. I have no chance to react, and a look of fear flashes across my face as I feel like I ain't gonna be the winner in this steer wrestling contest.
And ya ain't gonna be the winner. He bull dogs you down to the dirt and hog-ties your feet to your bound hands. Next his boots are thrust into your face to start licking.
DeleteOnce the cowboy is satisfied with your boot work, he lays in a couple of kicks before your feet are unbound and it's time for round 3.
Defeated by such a hot hunk of pure cowboy muscle definitely meant I owed the cowboy the duty of licking his boots clean from annoying him in the first place with even the mere offer of a wrestling match. Even though his pretty much won already, he remains silent, and as I lick his boots of all the rodeo grit, I hoped that he'd lord over me how easy it was for him...
DeleteI took each of his kicks as that was all I could do bound before rising to me feet. Well I guess, here goes nothing. This time I just go for, I leap directly at the cowboy, wrapping my arms around his waist and tried to bring him down to the ground. I dug into the ground with my boots and tried my darnedest to bring the hunk down.
To my amazement, the hunk stumbles and we tumble down. Damn, you won a round with the stud. the cowboy quickly rolls you off and is now pissed. You both stand and start circling each other.
DeleteThe cowboy is really pissed and try as hard as you can to avoid his lunges, by his fifth try, you are in the bear hug going down to the dirt. Like before he's quick with the rope to hog-tie his prisoner for the second time.
The cowboy jumps up. "Now asswipe, you're my slave. I want more than just a boot licking."
I'm definitely feeling proud of myself having won a round with that guy. Sure felt like an achievement and I felt like I sure had gotten my money's worth out of challenging... Before realising there was another round...
DeleteGetting hogtied with pigging string sure was more humiliating than I'd like to admit. I lied there, dazed in the heat of the moment and at the fast roping. I was almost expecting the cowboy to laugh and jeer at how easy the rodeo was for him. He was one hell of a muscled stud indeed.
"Hold up now. I only licked the boots cos you wouldn't lemme up without doing so. I never made any bets."
The cowboy yells back, "hell ya pig. You're my fucking slave now. You think the bet was only for some boot lickin'? Fuck no, you're now gonna service this cowboy and I'm gonna have some fuckin' fun making sure you service me good."
DeleteThe cowboy rolls you over on your side with his boots. He jabs ya a couple of times with his spurs.
"First boy, kiss and lick my boots like the tied pig you are. Show me you know you're my fucking slave."
Like before, you start licking and kissing the cowboy's boots. Your mind races wondering what this stud dude has in store for ya.
"Let's make this a bit more fun. Let me see what's in yer package there."
The cowboy presses his boot against your bulging crotch. He reaches down and unzips your pants. He roughly reaches into your pouch and pulls out your rock hard dick.
"Yeah, just like a I thought. You're enjoying your time with this stud. Trust me boy, by the time we're finished, you're gonna truly experience this cowboy".
You're mind is still racing as to what this cowboy is gonna do to you.
The cowboy starts playing with your cock with boots. Clearly satisfied you're his prisoner and he can do whatever he wants to you tied up.
(@YeeHtied - glad you didn't disappear so fast this time...)
DeleteTied and rolled on my side, I can't resist when the victorious cowboy shoves his boots in my face. "Alright alright, you win, you're the bigger man." I quickly tend to the cowboy boots, licking them till my tongue is dry and I have to resort to merely kissing the leather.
Feeling a boot shift and suddenly press against me cross makes me shrink underneath it meekly, gazing up at the absolute muscled hunk of a cowboy, feeling like a calf with a cowboy posing triumphantly... As he leans down, I'm still enthralled in his looks before releasing my bulging cock has been put on show.
I resisted the first couple of attempts for him to use his boots against me, but with nowhere to go, it wasn't long till I showed my true colors completely... I'd transitioned from trying to wrestle the cowboy to just straight up trying to hump his boots, with a moan or two being drawn out whenever I felt the touch of spurs as his boots tilted at an angle.
"Alright alright, you win completely. You can do whatever you want, just get these boots offa me."
The pause that stretches in these moments is punctuated with little moans and the sounds of me wriggling on the floor as the cowboy continues just enough to demonstrate that he ain't stopping for me, but because he wants to.
"Fuck yeah boy, you thought you were so full of shit to challenge this cowboy to some calf wrestling. Now you're about to find out how much cowboy I can be", the cowboy challenges you as you lay writhing and groaning in his ropes.
ReplyDelete"You like being trussed up like the fucking shit-head you are? Hell, I'm gonna enjoy the rest of this rodeo. You on boot boy?"
"Bring it on", you challenge back. Of course, you're bluffing, enjoying all this cowboy is going to do to you. You can't wait for more.
The cowboy forces his boot harder into your crotch, smashing your dick into your crotch. You let out a whimper.
"Yeah, bud, I'm gonna do whatever I damn hell fell like with my prisoner. I won this rodeo. Watching a guy lick my boots, tied up like you are, shit, I'm horny as hell. First, I want you to polish my boots with yer damn cum. Shit yeah, unload yer wad and git some lubricant on my boots, shithead."
His boots are now firmly between your dick. You don't need any more invitation and you start humping his boots hard.
"Hell yeah, ride those fuckers. I know you wanna cum."
You unload a healthy wad of cum and rub your cum into his boots.
The cowboy laughs as you finish. "Yeah shithead, now it's my turn to cum", he says with menace.
The cowboy drags his saddle and saddle over to you. He heaves off his saddle onto the ground. The cowboy reaches down and hoists you up and over the saddle stand. The cowboy unties the rope the binds your feet to your hands and you unbend from teh hog-tied position. It feels great to be unleashed. As you you stretch, the cowboy quickly unbinds your feet and starts lashing one foot to the saddle stand. You try to get away, but it's already too late. Your hands are still bound and he is pressing you hard against the stand. The cowboy now swiftly starts binding your other free leg. You know you're done now.
Fairly quickly, the cowboy moves your hands in front and down to the bottom of the stand in front of your head. He binds them to the front legs of the stand. In less than a minute he has you strapped down over his saddle stand.
"What you think now, cocky shithead. Yeah, you think you're fuckin' hot shit? Not with this cowboy."
The cowboy thrusts his finger up your hole, nicely exposed.
"Fuck yeah, you're a tight motherfucker. Hell yeah, bronc busting with your ass is gonna be fun. I'll ram my motherfucker cock up yer sweet tight ass. This is gonna be a helluva of a rodeo."
The cowboy walks in front of your head and says, "Before I do some roping practice with yer head, like I said, I'm horny and need some relief for my cock. Yer head is just at the right height to suck me dry, fucker."
The cowboy grabs my hair and forces my head up to stare at him.
"You still the cocky son-of-a-bitch, thinking you can take this cowboy and win? Now open your fucking mouth and git ready to take in this cowboy."
Slung over the saddle and tied down, I wriggle as best as I can against the firm ropes but they are unyielding and all I end up doing is shaking my ass a lot while the cowboy inspects me. I strain to peer around the saddle stand, to watch the badass wrestling cowboy whose caught me tight. As he strides around the front, I can't help but admire both the fine ropework and his chiseled build. At the mention of roping practise, I begin to shake my head in disagreement but it didn't matter. Thie cowboy had one fair and square and either way, one of his hands had caught my rebellious head and I had to look up.
DeleteA burst of sunlight blinded me momentarily, and I instinctively tried to raise my hand to block out the light, only merely to end up momentarily trying to tug my hand from the rope bindings. Then as the hot cowboy moved in closer, the brim of his hat blocked out the sun, so I oogled at the muscled sweaty cowboy that was closing in on me, until a belt buckle filled my view. I tried to headbutt it rebelliously for a moment before snorting, trying not to admit just how easily the cowboy had beaten me. He had already anticipated that and briefly stepped out of range before back again, with a smug grin plastered across his face, his cool hat a little askew from his reaction timing...
Before I even realized it, my mouth was hanging open from drooling at how hot cowboys are. I think I might have even accidentally murmured some of my last thoughts aloud, something about how badass he looked and how cool his hat was.
"whatcha mumbling shit head? You like this cowboy? Yeah, I figured you like the sight of a muscled cowboy the moment you laid yer eyes on me. You think taking my shirt off was coincident? Hell no, I knew I could figure to trick you into a game. Shit head, you know the cowboy always wins these bets. Damn, look at the way you drool. Shit, you want me more than I wanna cum in yer damn mouth."
DeleteThe cowboy steps back, his rock erect and looking like Christmas dinner to you. You want this cowboy bad. Shit, did I scare him off?
The cowboy starts to pull your hair and swing his cock across both your cheeks.
"Shit boy, tell me you want me."
You respond, "I want to suck your cock. Please cowboy, give me cock to suck. I'll suck ya dry and give you pleasure."
"Hell you better, shithead. You'd better suck me like yer damn life depends on it. Maybe it does." The cowboy laughs.
The cowboy's sexual urges now take over. He grabs your hair with both hands and slowly starts to insert himself down your throat. He exhales as his dick slithers it way past your gums and into your throat.
Damn, his engorged mushroom head about gags you. Precum juices freely flow from his slit.
The cowboy tenses and starts to turn into the sexual beast he is. Your hot mouth teases his rod and he starts to press himself hard down your throat. He loves how you start to tease his cock with your tongue.
His ball slap your face and all you see is his large belt buckle pressed against your forehead.
Coincidence? Tricked into a game? I gave a tremendous gulp as I realised just how easily the cowboy had herded me into a corner. I thought I had challenged him of my own free will but hell, I couldn't deny his words when he had such a smug grin. No wonder I had thought that he'd made a big show of taking of his shirt, I hadn't just been imagining it.
DeleteThe next thing I knew, I had his cock thrusting itself down my throat as I wriggled tied upon the saddle stand. My lips were pretty quickly wrapped around the base of his cock as it slid back and forth with each thrust. Hearing that my life depended on it, I began to suck hungrily like a lil calf, as my tongue rolled itself along the length of the cowboy's dick, teasing and massaging it as best as I could. With every motion, I could feel the rodeo belt buckles ridges creating an imprint of its design upon my forehead.
My mouth was the best cock-sucking holster for the cowboy to bury his rock-hard gun into, even if a few drools, from oogling the stud and trying to speak, trailed down my chin. I couldn't manage to get a single word out edgeways with the huge cowboy dick stuffing my mouth. The best I could manage was a "yeee-", hopefully goading him on. I continued trying to please the cowboy as best as I could, sucking and licking at his rod as I helped drive the cowboy into a wild frenzy of his own.
"Aw... fuck yeah... suck me hard you little prick", the cowboy goads you. "Suck me like you want this motherfucker bastard down your fucking throat. Hell yeah, you cum bitch, I'm gonna fill your fucking mouth with a load of hot cum."
DeleteThe cowboy's frenzied sex action has you struggling to keep his cock from gagging you as his muscular thrusts drive deeper and deeper down your throat.
You practically gag on his big cock down your throat, but you enjoy having this muscular hunk wanting you. His precum juices are now flowing freely and you know he's about to unload.
"Yee Haw! This is what a cowboy wants! A cum bitch to please this fucker."
You strain at your ropes. You want to reach up and fully embrace this cowboy riding his cock in your mouth.
The cowboy lets out a deep groan of sexual pleasure as load after load of hot cum shoots down your throat. He pulls back and unloads another load in your mouth before he finally pulls himself out.
"Fuck, that's a hot fuck!", the cowboy exclaims. "Shit, where did you learn to give such a fucking hot blow job? Damn, I can't wait to fuck your hot ass."
You enjoy the cowboy cum in your mouth as you slowly swallow the load. You are pleased that the cowboy enjoyed your performance. He steps back enough that you can take in his full view. He's cock is still moist and hanging from his pants. He's looking up, eyes closed, still enjoying his sexual release.
After a long pause, the cowboy crams his cock back into his pants. "Well pard'ner, how 'bout I try that roping practice on ya? Your trussed up for this cowboy to rope. Nothing better after a fuck than to git some practice in. I do have to warn ya, after I'm rested, your ass is mine pard'ner. I'm gonna show you how a cowboy rides. Your ass had better be as good as your mouth."
"You'd better believe it cowboy. I'll let you ride my ass any day", you reply.
The cowboy picks up his lasso and slaps your ass hard. "Well, I'll be the judge of how well you ride, fucker. For now, let's git to ropin' practice."
The cowboy moves away from the stand and you hear the lasso in twirling in the air. The cowboy has stepped behind and you can't see him. The next thing you feel is the hard lasso rope loop around your neck as the cowboy pulls the slack hard.
"Yeah, this cowboy hasn't lost his skill. Hell yeah, this is gonna be fun."
The cowboy pulls the lasso off your head and recoils for another round.
I can't believe how from a simple cocky wrestling bet, I was now being blasted by the hot cowboy's cock as he triumphantly shouted Yeehaw! I took everything he gave me, and was left panting for breath afterwards.
DeleteNaturally I couldn't help but goad the cowboy on at the mention of riding, but the moment he picked up his lasso, I gave a nervous and very audible gulp, even if it was then outmatched by the cowboy's playful slap.Hearing the heavy sounds of his boots backing away and the whirling sound of a rope being spun, I quiver and wriggle but the saddlestand barely moves, then I suddenly feel breathless, pausing my struggles as the slack of the rope was definitely tugged on. For a moment or two, my struggles ceased until the cowboy loosened the rope and backed off once again.
I admired his skilfulness but that doesn't mean I was just gonna simmer down and take being roped from such a humiliating position...
"I see ya needed to tie me up before you trying to rope me. I knew you needed the handcap..." giving a rebellious smirk... I glance around as best as I can from my position, although I still wasn't able to see the cowboy behind. However, my eyes did come to rest on a pair of plastic horns that were stored nearby. "Hell, what kinda roping practise is this, you damn hot stud of a cowboy? I don't even look like a bull."
You hear the lasso twirling again as the cowboy let's loose and the rope hits your head and tightens around your neck. Another perfect rope job.
Delete"So pard, you think I'm not cowboy enough to rope a moving target, asswipe?"
"Hell no, cowboy. Ain't no way you can rope me if I was running."
"Well shithead, we can make this game a bit more fun."
The cowboy come over and retrieves his lasso and recoils the rope. The cowboy goes into the barn before returning.
"I figure I'd better keep ya hobbled so you don't git now stupid idea you can run away."
"Whatever cowboy", you reply.
The cowboy unties you from the saddle stand. You struggle to escape, but he quickly grabs you with his muscular build. He pulls your hands behind your back and wraps a couple of loops with a small rope. He pulls the rope tight and your hands are bound at the wrists behind your back.
Damn, you think. This cowboy is good with rope.
Next the cowboy puts a leather horse hobble around your ankles. Again, you try to resist, but his muscles and your bound wrists are no match.
The cowboy steps back. You try the horse hobble and stumble to the ground. The cowboy laughs as he grabs his rope.
"Shit, this is gonna be easy roping ya."
As soon as you stand up, the lasso is twirling and it finds you wobbling around. The lasso pulls you tight and down to the ground you fall again as the cowboy tightens the slack and yanks you down to the ground.
As I am released from the saddle stand, I feel a little more at ease, at least from being able to stretch my slightly sore limbs at this point. My mind hadn't fully decided whether I was stretching or trying to wriggle out but either way, the cowboy had his way with me, the absolute muscled hunk proving I was little challenge for him.In mere seconds I found my hands bound and some kind strap or two around my ankles. The moment he steps back to take in the sight of me, I almost expect him to throw his hands up in the air and call time, considering how fast he'd got me in this state...
DeleteTaking him backing off as being a sign of cockyness, I can't help but immediately break out into a run... Bad idea, transitioning almost instantly into a tumble and slumping on the ground dazedly. Fuck, I had been played like a fool. There was no way I could run with this hobble, not a chance, and the laughter only added to my humiliation. I clambered to my feet awkwardly and I tried to moderate my movements so I could try to maintain a fast pace but the hobble was so damn restrictive. I was too worried about not teetering over again that it wasn't until the rope had snaked around and topple me that I had noticed it, so deftly and expertly thrown was the lasso. I landed right on my front, with a small dust cloud from my landing. This bull wrestler looking hunk was beating me at every turn it seemed.
"How can you be such a goddamn sexy hunk of a cowboy and still have the skills to go with it?"
As I flailed about, wriggling, something clattered and skidded right beside me. In my writhing I'd somehow managed to knock over summit another and had dislodged the plastic rodeo calf horns that had been hanging up nearby...I coudn't see it, but there was definitely a glint in the cowboy's eyes as he took note of the reasonably-adjustable strap that was attached to the horns and my words seemed to echo in his head for a moment... - - - I don't even look like a bull.. - - -... He sure could bulldog me all day but maybe humiliating me to look like rodeo stock for the cowboy might give him a grin of smug satisfaction at bringing me down low.
Hey @YeeHtied - I know I am way behind on replying. Just fucking busy. I hope to get busy this weekend with some replies.
DeleteNo worries, its December so I expect replies to be on hold. All good, pardner.
DeleteThe cowboy reached down and grabbed the plastic horns. You feel them being strapped around your head. The cowboy recoils his lasso while you get up off the ground.
Delete"You know cowboy, it's not fair to keep me hobbled. I can't run."
"Shit calf, jist learn to run. If I take off your hobble, I'm gonna have to git my horse saddled to really use you for ropin' practice.
You start moving, learning how to run in the hobble. Again you see the cowboy out of the corner of your eye, he's twirling that damn lasso again. He let's loose and like the fucking expert cowboy he is, the rope finds it's mark.
You feel he hard lasso tighten around your chest, the pull backwards causes you to loose balance and down into the dust you go again.
You hear the spurs come up behind you. "lick some leather boy, hell yeah, lick my fuckin' boots."
You dig in and start licking his boots.
"Hell boy, I git so horny watching you lick my fucking boots. You ready to get rode? I'm horny and want a fucking bare back riding event."
As I feel summit cinched around my head, I try to reach to feel for it but the hobble has me off balance and wobbling. As I realise its those plastic horns I feel a little self-concious, how far is this cowboy gonna go to really dig it in that he's the best wrestling cowboy around. A jolt seems to run through me as he offhandedly calls me a calf. I weren't any more than a damn steer before him, the cowboy was in complete control of this rodeo. Why'd I have to make a bet with the damn expert hunk? Oh I remember, because the cowboy chose me as his mark and drew me in, just like this lasso thats pulling me to the ground.
DeleteThe clink of spurs immediately draws my eyes, and it don't take much more than him closing the distance and giving the word before I dive forward a little, maybe a little too eager to lick his badass cowboy boots. It might even have been shown as I definitely polished his boots with my tongue till all the grit was gone.
From the appreciative sounds the cowboy made and his words, I could tell that taking care of his boots definitely made him feel ready for a ride. I was plenty ready to say hell yeah but summit stuck in the back of my mind, the smug as hell cowboy calling me a calf.
"Listen here, cowboy. You can have your ride when you've taken whatever the hell these plastics horns are off. What the heck are these for anyway?"
(Please can the muscular stud use the horns in someway? Say, bulldogging event by taking me to the ground by grabbing hold of the horns, to then transition into bareback? It'd be awesome if the cowboy made a big remark about how this lone calf's worst enemy is a cowboy like himself.)
"So, my calf wants me to saw his horns off? Hell no, this cowboy likes his calf to have some horns. Let's you know this cowboy owns your fucking ass."
DeleteThe cowboy places his boot on you back as he starts to pull his lasso from around your body.
"I'll let my dumb ass calf figure out what his fucking horns are for. Shit boy, you are a great boot licker. I'll have to be sure to give you more boot kissing before this rodeo is over."
"How 'bout you git some steer wrestling?"
"Sure cowboy", you reply, "I can wrestle you."
"You don't get to wrestle the cowboy. The cowboy is gonna wrestle you. Since I don't have my horse to run ya down, I'm gonna leave you hobbled. I'll untie your hands to make it a fair rodeo event."
The cowboy unties your hands and slaps your ass.
"No git to running, steer!"
You stumble and run the best you can with the hobble.
The cowboy runs up behind you and throws his arms around your chest and throws you down to the ground. He is on top of you and straddles your body as he pulls your horns down to the ground.
"Cowboy wins, shithead. Now you know what yours are for. Any other stupid questions this cowboy can answer for ya?"