One Night Stand – 2nd Go-Round for Jim

I wondered what Monday would be like at work.  I was nervous to see Mark again, but he acted like nothing had happened.  I wanted to talk with him to get Jim’s phone number.  The first time we had to talk was in the afternoon.  He told me that on Saturday he went out and bought himself a pair of cowboy boots.  He fucked one of his girlfriends tied up that night in his boots and both thought it was great.  He wished he thought of buying those earlier.  He thanked me for the idea.  I finally got Jim’s phone number from Mark.  Mark didn’t know Jim too well or if he was serious about the offer.

I called Jim on Thursday and left a message.  He didn’t call back until the next week.  He was interested, but things just didn’t work out.  We called each other on and off for a couple of months and I sort of dropped the whole thing.

One Thursday evening out of the blue, I got a call from Jim.  His horse had an accident and was mending so he would miss the rodeo that weekend.  His girlfriend was visiting her mom.  He wanted to know if I wanted to come over and experience his cowboy ways.  My heart skipped a few beats and I immediately replied, “Yes”.  He asked me to wear a pink shirt, street clothes, and to be at this place Friday at 7 sharp.  I was ready and could hardly sleep.

Friday I got to his apartment early because I didn’t know how traffic would be.  I was so nervous as I waited in the parking lot.  I didn’t want to be too early and appear too eager to Jim.

I finally went to Jim’s apartment and knocked.  Jim answered the door and looked me over.  I was in the pink shirt as requested.  Jim was wearing Wranglers, boots, and a cowboy shirt, but his lean, lanky frame looked great.  “Glad to see you’re early.  That must mean you’re eager to see what this cowboy has for you”, Jim said.  “I want to first hit some bars before we start the fun.  You ready?”

“Damn, yeah”, I replied.

Jim’s apartment was the same layout as Mark’s.  Jim was not as clean.  He had tack, rodeo gear, and magazines scattered around.  On one side, there were two saddles sitting on stands.

Jim wanted to see the cock ring I was wearing, the one given to me by Mark.  I pulled my pants down to show Jim.  My cock was standing at attention.  Jim proceeded to tie my balls with some leather laces and then wrapped my shaft with the laces.  Now the pain of my hard-on was worse.

We got into Jim’s Ram one-ton extended cab dully.  My rod got hard at the sight of his pick-up.  Jim had all sorts of tack and rodeo gear in the back seat.  He even had a well-used lasso hanging from a gun rack in the back window.  Jim thumped his snuff can and put in a fresh dip of cope, which filled the cab with the sweet smell of chew.  Jim asked me all sorts of questions about me being gay as we drove.  C&W music blared as we talked.  Jim made it clear that I was his slave and he was just living a fantasy of having himself a slave.  He was straight and didn’t want me to get the wrong impression.  I told him I was cool with everything.

We drove about 45 minutes to a popular honky-tonk, The Midnight Rodeo.  Looking at all the cowboys going in, I now started to feel out of place in my pink shirt and street clothes.

Once inside the cavernous, smoky club with country/western music blaring, there were numerous bar areas.  Jim found one of the bars that all his friends were hanging out.  They all looked like great cowboy eye-candy to me.  I was wondering if Jim might turn our evening into a three-some with some of these other hot cowboys.  I didn’t think I would mind.

Jim ordered himself a long neck and me water.  When I complained, he turned to me and told me quietly and discretely to remember that I was his slave and to do what he told me.  As his slave, I was not going to be allowed anything but water.  Also, Jim informed me that the bathrooms were only for cowboys.  Slaves had to piss outside; and only when he decided I was ready.

Jim introduced me to his friends as his cousin from California.  He was showing me around Houston.  Well, his friends made the connection of me wearing my pink shirt and being from California that I was gay.  And that pretty much stopped his friends from asking me any questions.  Jim was pretty smart.

Jim downed a couple of long necks and talked with his buds.  After a couple of hours, Jim went the men’s room to pee.  After being forced to drink a couple of glasses of water I was ready as well.  When Jim returned I told him I needed to pee.  Jim looked at me and decided I wasn’t ready.  He forced me to drink another glass of water while he downed another beer.

Finally, Jim decided we were ready to leave.  Outside, it was now dark and close to 11 PM.  We made our way to Jim’s truck.

“I really have to pee, unless you want me to piss in my pants in your truck”, I said.

“You piss in my truck, and I will kick the shit out of your ass, slave.”  Jim opened the passenger door for me and stood behind me.  “You can take a piss now slave.  No one is coming.”

It felt so good to relieve myself.  Jim watched me piss and seemed interested in watching.  When I was done, Jim forced me down on the truck seat.  Jim reached into the back seat and grabbed some rope.  Jim tied my hands behind my back.  Then, Jim hoisted me into the truck.  With another piece of rope, Jim tied my feet together and then hog-tied them to my hands.  Jim closed the door and got in on the driver’s side.

Jim turned on some country and western music.  “Well slave, since I let you piss, you owe me.  I’m horny and ready for blow.”

Jim put in a fresh dip and then hoisted his right leg over me forcing my face into his crotch.  Jim unzipped his Wranglers and let his rock-solid manhood loose.

“Whatcha staring at cock sucker?  You’d better damn get your fucking mouth on my cock before I beat the crap out of ya!”

Jim forced himself into my willing mouth.  I found it hard to get into the right position being hog-tied, but Jim was hot and horny and ready for me to suck him.  His dick was dirty from piss and hairy balls sweaty from the day.

I started going up and down on his shaft and Jim started face fucking me with muscular thrusts of his.  Every time I opened my eyes, all I could see was his large trophy buckle being thrust into my face.  Damn I was loving this cowboy.

“Fuck, yeah” Jim started moaning.  “Damn you suck cock good.  Ah fuck.  Damn this feel so fuckin’ good.  Shit, yeah.  How’s that cowboy cock taste, mother fucker.  Yeah, you’d better suck me hard.  Fuck, yeah… oh that’s so fuckin’ sweet! Fuck yeah…  oh… fuck…”

It didn’t take long for Jim to shoot his hot cum down my throat.

“Damn, that was a good blow, slave.  This is going to be great evening.”

Jim drove his truck back to his apartment.  Jim only untied my feet and put a rope around my neck and led me from the truck.

“Jim, what if we run into someone?”

“What slave, you don’t think folks have never seen a cowboy with his slave?  You need to relax.”

We got to his apartment door and I wondered if Mark was home.  If Mark knew what Jim was going to do?

Inside Jim’s apartment, Jim left me in the living room and went to his bedroom.  He came back with his chaps and spurs and put them on.  Then he took off his shirt revealing a well-bronzed, muscular chest.  Again, my cock strained against the cock ring and leather thong ties.

“Nice picture boy?  Yeah, I bet you’re rock hard looking at this cowboy.  Tough, slave.  Tonight is about me getting’ my rocks off.  You just have to stay hard.  Bet I give you enough experiences tonight to last you a long time jackin’ off after we done.”

Next Jim took off my pants and untied me long enough to take off my pink shirt.  I was hog-tied again on the floor.

“Well slave, I noticed you lookin’ at those cowboys tonight at the bar.”  Jim gave me a couple of well-placed kicks with his boots.

“Damn you slave.  Tonight you are my property, and I don’t like my property lookin’ at other guys.”  Jim proceeded to kick me more.  I tried to escape, but Jim just followed me with more kicks.

“I’m gonna teach this pile of shit a lesson, not to look at other guys.  You ever wonder why these are called shit-kickers?  Now you’re learning, you shit head.  Damn, I love kickin’ butt.  Have you learned yer lesson boy?  I think you have.  Now, git to lickin’ my boots or I’ll have to kick yer ass back across the room.”

Jim’s worn boots were dirty, but I eagerly started licking them.  As my sliva started moistening the boot leather, the leather aroma started filling my nostrils giving me another hard-on.

“Damn, I can’t believe how you love lickin’ a guys boots.  I get hard just watchin’ you.  I can’t think of anyone I’ve ever known who got into another guys boots, ‘cept a few buds who I’ve roped and forced ‘em to kiss my boots.  Hell, I think I’m ready for bareback ridin’.  You ready to show this cowboy your stuff?”

Jim made a harness out of rope.  A bandana was tied in my mouth to ease the rope in my mouth.  Then Jim thrust a lubed finger up my fuck hole and lubed me good.  Jim put a rubber on his dick, lubed himself, and mounted my back.

“Damn I’m ready to ride you boy.  Show me yer stuff.  Yee Haw!”  Jim started spurring and riding me hard.  His chaps were flying and his spurs hit their mark on my thighs.  Damn, they hurt.  I was bucking Jim all over his living room, but the game didn’t last long before I was tired.

“What, my buckin’ horse has given up?  You know what that means, fucker.  Time for this cowboy to fuck his bronc.”

Jim inserted his rigid cock up my fuck hole.  He rode me hard, using his muscular thrusts to divide me in two.  His chaps slapped the backs of my legs.  Damn, I loved this cowboy, even though his rough fucks hurt like hell.  It didn’t take long for Jim to cum again.  Jim, spent, rested a moment on my back.

“Shit, you’re one helluva ride boy.  I know a bunch more cowboys who’d love to ride your ass.  Too bad most of ‘um would be scared as hell to admit they’d be interested in riding a guy’s ass.”

Jim got up and left me in a pile on the floor.  He came back with a long neck in his hand.

“Jim, I’ve got to piss again”, I said.

Jim hog-tied me.  Then proceeded to place his boot in my crotch; crushing my dick and pressing on my bladder.

 “Shit, slave.  I didn’t say you could piss yet.  You hold yer piss until I say you’re ready.  How’s that feel boy?  Feel like yer gonna piss all over my boots?  You do, and yer dead meat boy.”

Finally Jim finished his beer.  Jim made me lick his boots again.  Then he took his lasso and roped me.  He proceeded to pull me by the lasso, still hog-tied, into his bedroom and then his bathroom.  Jim hoisted me into his bathtub.

“Go ahead slave.  Piss on yerself.”

I started to relieve myself.  Again, after being denied so long, it felt good.  Even tied-up, peeing on myself, relief felt good.  Just as I finished, I looked up to see Jim putting in a fresh dip.  Then Jim unzipped his Wranglers and started pissing on me and spitting his juice.  I’d never been pissed on before, and thought I wouldn’t like it, but feeling Jim’s hot pee all over my body was definitely a turn-on.

“Shit slave, yer good for nuthin’ other than pissin’ and fuckin’.  Like having my beer a second time?  You can drink all this beer you want if I piss it on you.  Shit, it’s a good thing I came around tonight to show you how a cowboy likes to have fun.  Otherwise, a poor slave like you wouldn’t have anybody to piss on him and fuck his ass.”

Jim turned on the shower to rinse me off.  He pulled me out of the bathtub and dried me with a towel.  Then he took his lasso and roped me and dragged me back into the living room.

“How ‘bout this cowboy show you some ropin’ boy”?

Jim stood me up on my knees and would rope me and pull me over.  He roped me a couple of more times.  Then Jim pulled one of his saddles and stands into the middle of the room.  Jim untied my feet and put me onto the saddle.  Jim roped me and pulled me off onto the floor.  Being tied up, I couldn’t break my fall.  Jim enjoyed this game, and kept hoisting me back up on the saddle and then would lasso me and pull me down to the floor.  Once on the floor, Jim would give me a swift kick, or a jab with his spurs before he pulled his lasso off and hoisted me back up on the saddle to be roped again.

“You ever had a cowboy dildo up yer ass boy?”

Jim leaned me over his saddle.  Jim was using one of his empty long necks as a spittoon.  Jim spread my feet with his boots, and took the long neck, lubed the neck, and started to jam the long neck up my ass.

I let out a scream.  Jim back handed my head.

“Shut up slave.  You take my dildo like a man, or I’ll fuckin’ kick yer shit again.  You want this cowboy to kick yer ass?”

“No”, I groaned between gritted teeth.

“That’s what I like.  A slave who knows who’s the boss.”  After Jim got tired of playing with my ass, he said, “Damn boy, you’ve got my dick hard again.  This cowboy is ready to ride yer ass again.  I never would have thought I enjoyed ridin’ yer butt so much.”

Jim pulled me into his bedroom.  Jim forced me face down onto his bed and climbed on top of me.  He tied me tight, spread eagle to his bed posts.  Jim unzipped his Wranglers and let his erect dick out.  Jim quickly put a rubber on, lubricated himself, and was inside my ass before I knew it.  By now, my fuck hole was pretty loose.  Jim started wildly riding my ass wearing his chaps and boots.  His hot breath was on my neck as he started groaning and thrusting me in ecstasy.  I would close my ass lips each time Jim thrust that rod of his deep inside my ass.  Jim loved it as I closed tight on his rock hard dick.  He would thrust me hard with a muscular thrust to break my hold.  Damn, I didn’t want this cowboy to finish his ride.  But it didn’t take long for Jim to shoot his cum in that rubber.

Jim just lay on top of me for a while, breathing hard.

“Damn you fucker, you’re one helluva ride.  I should just keep you tied up until morning.  Damn, I’d love to ride yer ass again.  But, I guess I’d better let you go.  It’s damn near 3 AM.  Shit, this has been one fuckin’ night of partying.  I want you to lick my boots slave before I let you go.”

Jim stood on his bed and moved to the headboard.  He thrust his boots into my face for one last boot lick.  I started licking his boots madly.  I loved being treated so rough by Jim.

“Shit slave.  I damn near think you’d love it if I owned you.  Let you lick my boots day-in and day-out.  Fuck yer ass when I felt like it.  Shit yeah, you think you want me for your master.  Well slave, I hope you’ve enjoyed your cowboy romp.  I know I have.  I’ll bet you fucking jack off in the parking lot before you even leave.  Hell, I’d better let you jack yerself before you leave.”

Jim untied me the bed and made me sit on his saddle.  The cool leather on my legs was a turn on.  He handed me a rubber while he had himself a fresh dip.  Jim decided he wanted one more rodeo event and made me get on the floor.  Jim took his saddle and hoisted it on my back.  Jim cinched the saddle on tight and mounted up.  Jim thrust his spurs and made me buck him.

“Shit yeah, fucker.  This cowboy wants some saddle bronc action.  Buck me fucker before I spur the hell out of ya!  Yee Haw!  Damn this cowboy likes this rodeo!”

Jim dismounted and started to milk my cum.

“My boy likes it when I milk your fuckin’ dick, asshole?  You’re one sorry cock sucker, but I’d better milk my queer steer before I let you go.  Otherwise you’d have to fuck yourself in your car before you went home.  Not that you might not fuck yourself silly anyway – after having been with this stud cowboy all night.  How’s that feel boy?  You like it when Jim milks your cock?

“Shit yeah”, I said.  “You can milk your queer steer anytime cowboy”.

“Don’t get too used to it boy.  I’m just fuckin’ being nice cuz you were a good fuck!”

After milking my cock, Jim took his saddle off me.  Finally Jim let me get dressed.  He stepped out on his balcony, still wearing his chaps, boots, spurs, and hat as I left.  I gave that lanky cowboy one last look as walked into the parking lot.

Damn, Jim was right.  It had been one helluva night.

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Missed the prequel - check out the first One Night Stand - 1st Go Around.