The Boys of Summer...
JUNE - School's Out!
Shit, ya gotta luv Summer
This is gonna be a long fuck summer...
Summer tourists....
looking for some boy ass..
looking for some boy ass..
Cowboys deciding who's fucking my ass first...
Keeping the cowboys happy this summer!
They git to ride ass!
Double trouble!
Summer camp... tie up the counselors!
Summer camp... tie up the counselors!
Heh, being a counselor in charge of a summer camp full of cowboys? Sounds fun. Being the alpha and barking out orders to a camp full of studs all day long? Yeah, this is the life. I'm completely untouchable. Its always good to see the resentment in their eyes when I give them a chore or summit and they have to carry it out, because I'm the top dog. I heard there was trouble with the last pair of counselors who was running this place so I really need to keep being tough on these fellahs. S'long as I have this pin, they have to accept I'm in charge.
ReplyDeleteSlaps the star-shaped badge pinned upon my shirt, which although it marks me as the boss, naturally to be thematic to the camp, it has the bold letters SHERIFF printed across it.
Just cuz yer wearing the SHERIFF badge, watch yer back! Those cowboy campers may decide one night to jump you and see how you enjoy being tied up and servicing their dicks all night long....
ReplyDeletePffft, if anyone makes a move against me, I'll kick 'em out of camp so ain't no chance of that. Plus I doubt any of them are thinking of that.
DeleteBegins barking orders for all the campers to start prepping grub for tonight and to fetch wood for the campfire while I have my "high horse" walk around and about the camp at a leisurely place, enjoying surveying the studs for my position.
Whoever holds this badge is the alpha, simple as that.
Deleteafter a week of your "high horse" attitude, there are several cowboy campers scheming to get even... tonight is the night... as they take their grub, they watch you and snicker... tonight they're gonna teach you a lesson you and your ass won't forget...
DeleteSmug and towering over all the cowboys whilst they were walking about getting their servings while I was still on horseback always gave me a warm glow. One of the fellahs with a tray bumped into my mustang before giving a loud "Sorry, Sheriff". Damn, was it good to get called that even though I'd never been one.
DeleteWhoever wore the badge made the rules, and there was five or so weeks more till I'd have to relinquish it. There was no other staff assisting me so there wasn't even a single chance of another person taking the physical embodiment of authority and demanding to be called by the title.
Hearing an odd noise, I glanced upwards from underneath the brim of my hat, looking for the source. Some fellahs were snickering into their chow. Guiding my horse with my knees over to a group of 'em, I glared down at them before...
"As Sheriff of this one-horse town, I demand yer tell me what you fellahs are snickering about. There better not be any mischief around these here parts."
the boys reply with some story, enough to satisfy your inquiry and you ride along.
Deletethat night, you are making your rounds, nothing seems amiss, when suddenly, a cowboy camper comes running by, almost running into you.
You reach out and grab him by the collar. He stops dead in his tracks.
"What the hell you doing out of your cabin, boy? Do I need to lock you up in the brink for the night?"
"No Sheriff. I had to go to the bathroom and heard an animal noise and got scared."
You were just about to reply, when from you right, a lasso appears and wraps tight around your chest, pinning your arms against your body. You drop the boy.
You are about to pull away from the rope, when another lasso lands from your left. You struggle when an arm wraps around your neck. You can feel a rope being pulled around your wrists and another around your feet.
You yell, "Mutiny" before a bandana gag goes into your mouth. You are pushed to the ground and around you stand 5 cowboys.
DeleteOne moment I was free and the next.... More ropes.
Even if I wasn't gagged, I wasn't sure I'd know what words to muster up. Five of the best-looking studs that I'd been keeping my eye through all the first week of summer camp were glaring down at me. Sure normallly that wouldn't keep me down on the ground for long but it was those darn missing ropes that had been tossed over me. I knew that some of them hadn't been returned to storage and here was the proof.
Everytime the lassos were tugged a little, I felt a jolt inside of me. Each creak of the rope reminded me why I came to be a counsellor on the camp in the first place. I used to love playing cowboys and indians and here had been the opportunity to be in charge of some.
Still, I guess I couldn't fault them for playing one small prank on me. I was still the boss as indicated by my badge. I looked up at them expectantly, waiting to be untied. I'd have to keep a closer count of the equipment stock over the next five weeks.
YeeHtied... don't get lost on me so soon! come back!
DeleteDon't worry about me, gotta get into the flow of writing somewhat regularly again.
DeleteShit, now I have to work since you are back writing... LOL
DeleteSo the leader of the 5 walks up to you. "So Sheriff, looks like you've got yourself some trouble. Maybe we need to knock you off your high horse and teach you a lesson. After tonight, you'll leave us the hell alone."
ReplyDelete"Git him boys", the leader yells.
The other 4 jump into action, they've been rehearsing this moment. You feel ropes being tied around your booted feet and hands. Soon you are trussed up like a pig for a luau. The 5 cowboys pick you up and take out in the woods into a clearing. they put you down on the ground.
One by one, they start coming around. The first thrust his boots into your gagged mouth and removes your gag with his boot.
"Start licking, cowboy."
You curse and resist. You feel 2 different pairs of boots kick you in the sides. You understand how this is going to be played out as you start licking his boots.
All the cowboys cheer as you start your punishment for the night.
After tonight? “Pffft” Ha, as fucking if. I’ll do whatever I want once I get loose. For a sudden brief moment, my train of thought stopped as the follow up barked order made me realise that they were more organised than I thought. And who the hell was the one giving the orders?
DeleteMore organised was an understatement that I quickly came to understand. Within several moments of fluid roping later, I was beginning to realise that maybe these fellahs were more proficient in knot tying than they had shown during the summer camp activity lessons. Even muffled through the rather light-duty bandanna gag, my grunts were just about understandable. “Wher’d yhh learn?”
An inch of fear crept into my mind as I found myself lifted off the ground by five cowboys, five! I’d never admitted to any of them, but I was a city slicker who enjoyed being a summer councellor far too much, so close to so many cowboys, and here I was getting manhandled by a group of ‘em. Did they know I wasn’t truly one of them? Even with this badge? Nah, they were still calling me Sheriff was damn fine by me. While I was being carried into the woods, I wasn’t sure whether I oughta be squirming more or more intrigued about what these guys were planning. I resolved to find out.
Dumped on the floor, I had to take a deep breath at the none too gentle impact from landing. Next thing I saw, were five pairs of badass cowboy boots circling me. And they, they wanted me to what?
“You don’t give the orders around here. Only the Sheriff does. And I’ve got THE badge to prove it.”
After several dang boot kicks in the sides, I reluctantly began to tentatively lick the offered cowboy boots. I was currently in no position to bargain and those fellahs seemed more than eager to lash out whenever I paused. Managing to lightly brush my tongue around the edges of the boots enabled me to stall out and avoid most of the grit. Those damn cheers though? Those really annoyed me and yet shouldn’t they be cheering louder, said a small portion of my mind. They had the mighty sheriff after all.
You manage to keep the boot kicking to a minimum as you gently lick 5 pairs of cowboy boots. You try to escape, but the rope are tied too well. Hell yeah, these boys knew more about knot tying then they let on in camp. As you lick the cowboy boots, you feel your cock firming up. Damn, yeah, while humiliating, you are enjoying being manhandled. You just can't let them know.
DeleteYou wonder what's coming next, when the boys manage to produce a leather saddle and wooden stand.
In your mind you scream, "What the hell? They can't take that saddle..." You realize that these 5 have been planning this prank for a while. You figure you will bide you time, waiting for a moment they let their guard down and then you will take over again.
One of the cowboys yells at you, "Hey Sheriff, how does it feel to be on the wrong side of the law, now?"
You reply, "What the hell you young punks. You're gonna pay for your misdeeds once we get back to camp. There's still 4 weeks left; enough for me to make you regret what you're doing tonight."
You realize you said to much. The 5 cowboys start laughing at you and you feel a few more kicks in your side. Shit, these boys are having way too much fun.
The leader says to the other 4, "Well boys, I figure we need to teach the Sheriff here a lesson. One he won't forget. How 'bout it boys?"
All in unison they agree and start making vulgar comments about about the humiliation you have dished out at camp. Still you take pride in knowing that you will get your revenge after this night, no matter what these boys think.
The leader continues, "Well boys, who's up first tonight? Who wants to ride some virgin ass? Show the Sheriff his place and he can't punish us?"
No one replies, so the leader starts calling them out. Finally he says, "Hey Mike, this son-of-a-bitch treated you bad and locked you up in the brink. Come on, git your revenge."
Mike says, "Hell yeah, let's git this rodeo started."
The five guys grab you and start undoing your ropes. You think of a minute your chance to escape is coming. You struggle once your hands are free but 5 against 1 is no match.
The five quickly force you over the saddle and tie your hands and feet to the wooden stand. Suddenly, it dawns on you that they are going rape your ass.
Before you say anything, you feel their hands undoing your belt and unzipping your pants. As your pants are pulled down to the ground, you scream, "You can't do this. I won't let you. There will be hell to pay for this boys."
The gag is returned to your mouth. Mike says to you, "Don't worry Sheriff, the first time might hurt, but after you feel 5 cocks up your pussy, you'll be fucking used to it. I hope you enjoy cowboy cock up your ass. I can't wait to ride you silly for all the fucking shit you've given me."
You struggle at the ropes and the saddle. You feel Mike's fingers start lubing your virgin ass. You know this is going to hurt. You want to scream, but only muffled moans come out from the gag. You see all four cowboys surrounding you like a side show at the carnival watching and waiting for Mike to ram his lubed hard cock up your ass.
As every shake of my muscles further confirmed the inescapability of their rope work, my panic began to escalate. How the hell did they manage to improve so much? I’m damn sure I was chiding a number of these guys last week for shoddy knots. Not that I could even remotely pass comment with this bulging gag back and filling my mouth, turning every bit of speech into indistinguishable mpphs. Surrounded, the assigned Sheriff began to slowly show his true colors, shrinking a little from being sized up by all the cowboys that were previously my charges to take care of, well, to push around.
DeleteChomping at the gag ferociously in an attempt to demand that the sheriff is the alpha cowboy in charge and that they had to listen to me, I continued to fight. All that succeeded in doing was causing the saddle to shift a little and for my exposed unwilling asscheeks to rub up against the cowboy’s fingers who was preparing me as if for a damn show. Luckily for me, the moan the action caused was reduced to a mere mpph, dampened by the gag.
As I glanced behind myself, trying to get a good look at the fellah named Mike as I was terrible with remembering people’s names, I caught sight of the imposing scene before me. Four badass cowboys decked head to toe in gear. The city boy that had volunteered to be camp counselor was trying to show through the hardened exterior image that I had created for myself. Suppressing the part of me that was still in awe of what was happening, I focused on the fact I still retained my badge of authority. I was still the boss. Although, who was that damn cocky son of a gun who was barking out orders to the rest? As two fingers suddenly shoved themselves into the opening of my ass, wiping lube around, my thoughts were obviously jarred and my attention was brought back to Mike. As a shiver ran down my spine, I tried my best to get a good look at the cowboy who definitely had revenge on his mind, and his eagerness definitely was on display from that smirk across his face.
Locking eyes with Mike, I began to stare him down, with weight of my authority behind it. This seemed to cause him to pause and I pressed my slight advantage, forcing the showdown to continue. During the stare, I attempted to channel my thoughts behind my harsh stare. I’m still the alpha cowboy, the Sheriff at this camp, as the badge on my front declared. Whether it was effective or not, I couldn’t tell, but still Mike stalled. A hearty smug grunt escaped my gag. It felt good to know I still held power here.
Delete“Come on, Mike! Ram yer dick up the Sherriff’s ass! We don’t have all night and there’s four more of us to teach this motherfucker a lesson.”
DeleteThat’s all Mike needed to move forward. You struggle at the ropes as you feel Mike mushroom start to penetrate your virgin ass.
“Hell yeah”, Mike says. “Damn yer ass feels good.”
The other guys laugh as you scream into your gag. Only a muffle is heard.
Mike continues to press his hard dick up your ass. You feel Mike’s dick slowly snake up your ass. Damn, you can’t believe these 5 cowboys have trapped you like this. There is now way you are going to let all 5 boys fuck your ass. You squirm on the saddle and you feel Mike’s balls hit your ass. Mike has fully immersed his cock in your ass.
Mike pauses before he starts a slow piston action. Each time he rams his cock in you again, you grunt and squirm.
“Ah fuck, damn this is a good ride” says Mike. Mike is now fully pumping your ass as the saddle creaks. “Fuck yeah… damn this is a good fuck.”
“Ride him, Mike”, one of the cowboys yell.
“Shit, yeah, fuck the Sherriff! He’s not a big man now!”
You can tell Mike is about to cum just before you feel his hot cum shooting up your ass.
After Mike finishes unloading in your ass, he pulls out. His wet cock glistens in the moonlight before he pulls up he jeans.
“Well boys, who’s next to fuck this bastard and teach him a lesson?”