New for 2020 - Enjoy cowboys!
Tip of the hat to Michigan cowboy (Cope)
and NM cowboy for collaboration...
After the roughnecks left the ranch, I wondered if there were more guys out there like Charlie. Damn, he really exposed me to some fun fucking man action. Over time, I never felt comfortable asking a guy and none ever approached me, so I stayed in the closet and admired cowboys from afar.
When I was 19 and almost finishing my first
year to college in Odessa, Texas. I wasn’t sure what exactly I wanted to do, so
working and some college seemed like a way to figure out life. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, I had a math class
and had become good friends with Paul.
Like me, Paul was pure cowboy from a small town in west Texas. Damn, Paul was a good bronc rider and on the
college rodeo team.
Both of us enjoyed dips, I liked dips
so much, my nickname with my friends was “Cope”. While I was straight, I was starting to like
certain cowboys, and Paul was one cowboy I wouldn’t mind checking out his
riding equipment.
One Tuesday, we were dipping, drinking,
and shooting pool, when out of the blue Paul said, “Hey Cope, I don’t mean to
sound weird, but do you ever beat off?”
I grabbed my rock-hard crotch and said,
“Ya mean like this?” I squeezed my cock
through my Wranglers and slowly massaged my enlarged dick. My Wranglers bulged with my pent-up cock
trapped in my Wranglers.
We both laughed, but I didn’t let go of
my crotch and kept staring at Paul’s eyes.
He stopped laughing and sort of gave me a look of encouragement that was
all I needed. No words were spoken while
I put down the pool cue on the table. I
grabbed my hat as I moved around the pool table towards Paul. Nothing was said as I slowly made my way
towards Paul. Still staring into his
eyes; yeah, I seen his look, he wanted some man sex.
Paul grabbed his cowboy hat and put it
on, damn he looked hot and ready for some cowboy action.
I got to him and put my hands on his
chest. He didn’t resist. I squeezed his chest a bit and ran my hands
ran down his flat stomach. Paul moved
his hand down to his crotch and looked down at me under his hat brow. I knew what he was saying.
I got on my knees in front of the stud
rodeo cowboy. Paul quickly unbuckled his trophy buckle and unzipped his
Wranglers, allowing his cut 7” cock to flop out. I took his cock into my warm
mouth and Paul threw his head back and growled.
Paul said, “Ah fuck, yeah…. Shit man,
that’s exactly what I wanted. Suck me
Cope. Suck my dick, cowboy. You fuckin’ don’t know how long I’ve wanted
you to suck me off.”
I started moving up and down his hard
cock and rolling my tongue over his beautiful cut shaft. His shaft glistening with my wet saliva. Bits of chew now up and down his rigid shaft.
Paul was clearly enjoying me sucking
his manhood. Paul was now looking down
at my hat as I was gliding on his dick and yelled, “Yee Haw! Let’s rodeo, fucker. Suck me hard, Cope. Fuck yeah, I want to shoot my wad down your
fucking throat.”
As I started moving up and down his
soft, sweet shaft, Paul reached down, removed my hat to the pool table, and
grabbed my hair. He started thrusting
his hips and forcing his cock deeper and further into my willing mouth.
“Hell yeah, fucker. Suck my dick.
Work my cock like the willing boy you are. Ah fuck yeah, take me in Cope. Suck me dry, pard.”
I could tell Paul was about to cum and
shoot his wad. He was wailing hard. I took his cock out of my mouth. Paul said, “No Cope. Don’t stop.
I need you to finish your blow job. Fucker suck me dry!”
I stood up, grabbed my hat, and took
his hand and led him down the hall to my bedroom. I opened my door and lead him
to the bed where I pushed him down on the bed. Paul resisted for a minute; I said, “Cowboy,
let’s finish this rodeo. Don’t worry,
I’m gonna take care of the boner, but let’s have some fun. Trust me pard, this is a rodeo you won’t
forget.”
I grabbed some rope I had in my room and
tied his hands to each corner of the head of the bed. Next, I tied his feet to
the corners of the bed. I was surprised
he didn’t resist more, but I figured he wanted me to finish my blow job on his
cock. I pulled his pants down as far as
I could to expose his cock and ass.
“Cope, suck me now. Ah fuck, I’m so fucking hard. Suck me now.”
I’d bring Paul to the edge and then
slip back and just enjoy my dip until he’d start getting soft again. I also licked his asshole, which also brought
him ecstasy.
Each time I stopped sucking his dick,
Paul would tug as his rope restraints and scream out, “Cope, fuck yeah. Suck me dude, Ah fuck… I need relief. Shit man, suck my fucking cock. Don’t stop now you cock suckin’ bastard.”
I enjoyed bringing Paul to the edge and
watching this cowboy wiggle on my bed, bound by the ropes, unable to bring
himself relief. I enjoyed bringing Paul
almost to climax and then stopping.
Bound, all he could was squirm and yell for me to suck him off. Hell, it was fun. I did this for probably 30 minutes before I
finally decided that Paul was ready to cum.
I came down on his cock hard and started sucking. Paul went crazy.
“Shit yeah, Cope. Suck me boy.
Fuck yeah… Ah fuck… this is the greatest blow job every. Suck me dry, cowboy! Fuck yeah…. Fuck yeah!”
Paul couldn’t take it anymore and
exploded in my mouth. I remembered back
to my youth with roughneck Charlie had cum into my mouth. Damn, this was such a hot turn-on. I knew that I wanted more man action from
Paul.
I kneeled on the bed and looked at
Paul. He was coming down from his climax
and was clearly pleased with me sucking him off. I climbed up on his chest and pressed my lips
to his and fed him half of his cum. We both swallowed his seed. Fuck, this was so hot and I was surprised Paul
was into the whole scene.
I wanted to know if Paul might be
interested in sucking my dick, but he had to go to rodeo practice, so
reluctantly I untied him.
It was a bit awkward, but Paul said it
was the best fucking time shootin’ pool he had in a long time and asked if we
could maybe do it again next week?
Of course, I eagerly replied I was game
for another go-around.
~~~~~ ∞ж∞ ~~~~~
Thursday in class, I wondered what it
would be like to see Paul again. Damn,
he was not in class because the rodeo team had gone out of town. I wondered what Paul was thinking of our play
time.
The next Tuesday, Paul was back in class. He gave me that look and I knew what he
wanted after class. We went to my place
and drank some beers. We skipped pool
all together. I made a move on Paul,
which he didn’t resist. I laid a sloppy
dip kiss on Paul and he forced his tongue down my throat. His hands moved down my chest and unzipped my
jeans and he pulled out my dick.
Damn, I wanted this cowboy bad. Paul continued to jack me off, while we
continued kissing and I rubbed my hands on his chest.
I couldn’t wait any longer, and I
dropped to my knees and took in his wonderful cock in my mouth. Paul thrust his head back and moaned.
“Ah fuck, Cope. You don’t know how fucking hot your mouth
feels on my wicked cock. Fuck yeah,
Cope. Suck me boy.”
I was working his dick like before. Again, I stood up and pulled Paul to my
room. We basically had a similar
experience like we had before with me tying Paul to the bed. Like before, I alternated between rimming
Paul and sucking his dick. Paul was in
full ecstasy and pulled at his ropes hard yelling for me to finish sucking him
off. Damn it was beautiful.
Finally, I gave Paul the pleasure he
wanted and sucked him off as Paul shot his load down my throat. After I sucked Paul, I straddled his chest
and fed him my dick while he was still tied in my bed. He didn’t resist, but he wasn’t all that
interested in sucking me off.
~~~~~ ∞ж∞ ~~~~~
The next Thursday, while we were
drinking beers, Paul was more aggressive.
“So fuck boy, you ready for this rodeo
cowboy to mount your ass? Fuckin’ give
you a shot at being my buckin’ bronc?”
“Hell yeah, Paul”, I replied. “I’ll take that cowboy manhood up my ass.”
This time, Paul lead me to my room and he
tied me up face down in bed. Paul
enjoyed tying me to the bed. Damn he was
hot as the cowboy roping his stud boy. Paul
kept telling me I was his fag boy going to get raped today. Paul lubed my asshole good and was lubing his
cock and stroking it getting himself hard.
“Hell yeah, fuck boy. You’re gonna be my faggot fuck today. Nothing this cowboy ain’t afraid to
ride. Git ready for a real good rodeo
ride! You want this cock, right boy?”
“Shit yeah, Paul. Ride me hard, cowboy.”
“That’s what I wanted to hear
Cope. Let’s rodeo. No 8-second buzzer on this ride. Yee Haw!”
Paul came up between my legs where my pussy
hole was wide open for this cowboy. He
started threading his rod up my ass.
Damn I’m glad he lubed me well, as I was tight. My tight ass didn’t slow Paul down. True to his cowboy character, he pushed that
hard, fucking dick into my hole and started sliding it up my ass.
“Shit boy, you’re one tight
motherfucker. Nothing a hard buckin’
event can’t fix. Ah fuck yeah, your hole
feels really good on my cock.”
Paul leaned over my ass and placed both
his hands beside me as he allowed my ass to get used to his cock. Paul started slowly humping my ass.
“Shit yeah bitch. Fuck yeah, faggot, take my manhood up your
queer ass. You fuckin’ love having a
cowboy up your ass, don’t ya boy?”
“Hell yeah cowboy”, I groaned. “Ride my hard cowboy.”
Paul started humping me hard and
groaning. Damn, I wished I was not tied
face down; I wanted to see that cowboy riding my ass. My bed groaned under the weight and Pauls
muscular thrusts up my ass.
“Hell yeah, faggot. Take this cowboy dick! Yee Haw!
This cowboy is getting a great ride from my fuck boy!”
Paul was now humping my ass hard. The bed was shaking and I was pulling at my
rope restraints, enjoying having this cowboy in me.
I felt Paul’s hot cum squirting up my
ass as he groaned in pleasure. Paul
stopped, exhausted. He slowly pulled
himself out.
“Damn good fuck, faggot. Hell yeah, you know how to treat a cowboy.”
Paul moved over to my head and pushed
his wet dick in my face.
“You know what to do boy. Clean my dick.”
I eagerly sucked Paul’s cock clean.
“Sorry to run, bud. I’ve got rodeo practice. Helluva of great fuck”, Paul said as he
untied me and turned to leave.
Damn, I wanted to play longer.
Paul left and I stuck my fingers up my
hole to get some of his cum on my fingers.
I jacked off smelling his cum before I cleaned myself up.
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