I was hanging around the chutes with
some friends after the IGRA Rodeo in Las
Vegas . I had
done pretty well and managed to come in third place in the calf-roping
event. A good-looking cowboy came up and
asked me my name. He handed me and
another friend an envelope. One look and
I knew that we had been invited to the Bar-None Cowboy Ball – the best cowboy
action, bar none. I told the other lucky
cowboy I’d pick him up in an hour and I was off to my hotel.
In my pickup on the way to my hotel, I got a call from another friend who also got an invitation. I told him I would pick him up too. In my room I showered and changed shirts. I put on my chaps, boots, spurs, and hat and headed out to my truck. I picked up my boys and we were headed out ofLas
Vegas going out into the country.
In my pickup on the way to my hotel, I got a call from another friend who also got an invitation. I told him I would pick him up too. In my room I showered and changed shirts. I put on my chaps, boots, spurs, and hat and headed out to my truck. I picked up my boys and we were headed out of
After a drive, we finally got to the
ranch where the party was being held. A
wealthy, gay cowboy owned the Bar-None ranch outside of Las Vegas .
Every year the rancher held the wildest party after the IGRA Rodeo. He invited about 100 cowboys out for a
rip-snorting good time. He also hired
about 40 male prostitutes for the cowboys to have a good time with.
At the entrance to the ranch, we were
met by security and we all showed our invitations. Inside the ranch, we parked the pick-up in
the field with a whole lot of other pickups.
We followed the other cowboys to a big indoor rodeo arena the rancher
had on his place. At the door we showed
our invitations to a couple of ranch-hands who worked at the ranch.
Inside the cowboys with me just stood
and took it all in. It was my second
year to attend the cowboy ball so I knew the good time we had in store. In the center of the rodeo arena was a big
bar area with tables and a live band.
Around the bar were four large pleasure areas. The stables on one side had been converted
into rooms with beds you could use if you wanted.
We grabbed a round of longnecks at the
bar and quickly consumed those. Then we
ordered seconds and moseyed over to the first pleasure station. This area consisted of a long hitching post
with five prostitutes tied to the rail.
You could tell who the male prostitutes at the ball were because they were
all naked wearing only a dog collar around their necks. At the hitching post, the five guys were
kneeling in the dirt, their hands tied behind their backs and then tied to
their feet. They were tied to the
hitching post with by a dog leash. As
soon as we each walked up to one of the prostitutes, they began licking our
cowboy boots. My boys and I just kept
talking and drinking as the guys licked our boots. It was pretty exciting to know you had a guy
working your boots. My guy loved licking
around my spurs. My cock started bulging
in my Wranglers, so I unzipped my jeans and let my rock hard cock stick
out. The cowboys with me did the same
and their dicks were rock hard as well.
Soon they guys starting licking up our legs to take in three solid
cowboy cocks. My boy loved licking my
chaps before taking in my dick. We kept
talking trying to be sure we were not the first ones to blow our cum. Finally one of the other cowboys let loose
his wad and with great relief I blew my hot cum all over the boy’s mouth, who
was sucking my dick for all it was worth.
The boy just kept sucking and wanting more of my cowboy cum until I was
drained. The other two cowboys with me
were all smiles as we left. We headed to
the second station.
The next station was a whipping
post. A ranch hand had a selection of
whips to choose from and there were half-dozen prostitutes ready to be
whipped. We watched as another cowboy
was whipping a naked guy who was in the stockade. This station got interesting during the
evening as cowboys would gang up on one of their unsuspecting partners and drag
them over to the stockade and then take turns whipping the tar out of the
cowboy. That usually drew the larger
crowds as the cowboy getting whipped usually let the whole place know he was not
happy by his hollering and cussing. We
stopped by the bar for more longnecks as we went to the third station.
The third station was the roping
station. This one was my favorite. I challenged my friends to a roping contest
since I knew I would win and wouldn’t end up at the whipping post. The station had a rail fence around to create
an arena and a stationary stuffed horse in the middle. There were four prostitutes straddling and
tied down to saw horses that had been sawed down to about 18 inches. The objective was to rope each of the guys. There was another ranch hand that had some
prostitutes in a calf chute with their hands tied behind their backs. The ranch hand would shock one with a cattle
prod and the prostitute would run around the arena so you could rope a moving
target if you wanted. I roped the four
stationary guys each with one try but it took me 2 tries to rope the guy
running. My friends each took many more
roping turns to do the same. I
threatened to take the loser to the whipping post, but we all just laughed as
we headed to the fourth pleasure station.
The last station had a single rail marking
the arena. The rail was about 18 inches
from the ground. This was the bare back
riding event. All the prostitutes at
this station were very muscular. The
prostitutes would be fitted with a rope halter and the cowboys would ride the
guy bareback. The cowboy we were
watching in the arena competed in the rodeo so he was riding and spurring the poor
fucker pretty hard. The cowboy’s chaps
were flapping as the cowboy spurred and turned as the guy underneath twisted
trying to buck the cowboy off. After the
prostitute tired, the crowd cheered the cowboy.
The cowboy proceeded to drop to his knees behind the prostitute. The cowboy unzipped his jeans and thrust his
rock hard dick into the bare ass of the prostitute. Without any lubrication, the cowboy enjoyed inflicting
some pain on the guy as his dick slid in and out of the poor guy’s
fuck-hole. With the halter, the
prostitute could not scream as the cowboy thrust his dick in and out with all
his might. The crowd went wild cheering
the cowboy on as he finished his ride and he filled the boy with his cum.
That Cowboy in the last pic, does he need any help with roping practise?
ReplyDeleteI am sure he does.... are you offering your services?
ReplyDeleteWishing ya a happy new year and congrats on the 10k views. You sure have a ton of steaming hot stories on here... Also, mighty fine to see a pic of one of my all-time favorite cowboys sitting on a bale.
ReplyDeleteDamn yer back! I've been missing my friend and ONLY COWBOY who ever posts! HNY to you as well!
DeleteGlad you like the cowboy on the bale... of course, that cowboy has lasso to rope your horny ass... git to runnin' boy!
I'll be kicking up dust the moment he looks sideways at me. That cocky grin of his definitely gives off the impression that the rope isn't just for show.
Deleteyou know how the story goes.... yeah, that cowboy knows how to use the rope. Of course, the cowboy has your hands already tied behind your back with a leather horse hobble around your ankles. The cowboy decides to use you for some roping practice. He casually ropes your ass over and over. Pulling the lasso tight each time until you fall into the dust. You try to escape, but the cowboy is just too good with the rope.
DeleteOne last rope and he's had enough practice for the day. He pulls the rope tight to pull you down to the ground one last time. He thrusts his boots into your face.
"Yeah, fuck head. Git to lickin' and kissin' my boots like the shit head you are."
You eager start licking his boots. Your saliva moistening the leather.
"Fuck yeah boy, lick those mother fuckers clean. Shit, you know what this cowboy wants. You ready for this cowboy to ride your sorry ass, shit head?"
.... and your reply?
Hey YeeHTied.... the cowboy is waiting your answer....
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