New for 2020 - Enjoy cowboys!
Tip of the hat to Michigan cowboy (Cope)
and NM cowboy for collaboration...
Paul was gone for a couple of weeks as
the Rodeo team was busy with lots of events.
I wondered if we would get to play again.
Friday night came and Paul came
over. He dropped his gear in my room as
we grabbed some beers.
“Well pard, are you ready for a fuckin’
hot night of playing? I don’t know what
we are gonna do, but I say, the sky’s the limit. No boundaries, right pard?”, Paul asked me.
“Hell yeah cowboy. I think I can take anything you bring on”, I
replied.
“Good, I’m gonna gear up. You put those burgers on the grill. We’ll keep the beer flowing too. Yee Haw!
This is gonna be a party tonight!”
We ate the burgers outside and drank
and talked for a while. Then Paul looked
at me and said, “Let’s git this party started, bud.”
I nodded in approval.
“First bud, I want you to strip naked.”
I stood to go inside and Paul stopped
me. “No man, you’re gonna strip here,
outside. Be a man and not the faggot you
are.”
I stripped naked. Paul ordered me to put my boots back on. Paul went to his duffle bag and pulled out a
couple of ropes. He tied my hands behind
my back with one and put a loop around my neck with another. My dick was rigid as this cowboy manhandled
me. I was in ecstasy with this cowboy.
Paul pulled the rope around my neck
tight and started to play and pinch my nipples.
“Hell yeah, fag. This cowboy owns your ass now. You’re gonna service this cowboy all
night. We are gonna party like there’s
no tomorrow. Shit, owning a faggot to
service and suck cock all night is a fucking cowboy dream. Let’s go in and have some fun.”
Paul jerked my lead rope and led me
into the basement. We started in the
room with the pool table. There was a
support pole in the room that Paul ordered me to my knees and then tied my lead
rope to the pole.
Paul grabbed a beer from the fridge and
came over to me. He started playing with
my cock with his boots.
“Look at you faggot. You’ve got a fucking hard-on with this
cowboy. Shit, I knew you were into
cowboys. I am your fucking dream come
true tonight.”
Paul went back to his duffel bag and
pulled out a lasso and some leather reins.
Now I was fucking hard with this damn rodeo cowboy. I wanted to cum so bad but my hands were tied
behind my back.
“Look at you, fucker. Nice hard-on.
Like what you see?”
“Hell yeah cowboy. Let me cum”, I pleaded.
“Hell no fag!”, Paul shouted. He gave me a swift kick and jabbed his spurs
into my thighs. The fag has to service
the cowboy and if I’m pleased with your performance, I might let my asswipe get
some relief.”
Paul walked up and forced his crotch,
framed by his chaps, into my face. I
started licking his crotch as he ground his crotch harder into my face. Paul reached into his back pocket and put in
a fresh dip.
“Ah shit, yeah, Cope. You are one fucking good cock sucking
fag. I want your mouth on my dick now.”
Paul unzipped his jeans and forced his
cock into my mouth. I pulled my mouth
away to have another look. Then I lowered my tongue to his balls, licking them,
slowly dragging my tongue up the length of his shaft to the tip. Then running
my tongue along the underside of his rigid muscle.
I was hungry to take his dick all the
way to the hilt. I snaked his thick shaft inch by inch down my throat, working
my slippery tongue all over the thick inches between my lips. I pulled away to inhale and look up at him, I
could see the lustful glare in his eyes as he looked down at me from his black
cowboy hat, clearly pleased with the way I was handling his rod.
Paul pulled himself out of mouth and
spit some chew into his hand to rub on his cock. Paul reinserted himself in my mouth and
started giving me a forceful face fuck.
Damn he was horny.
“Come on faggot. Suck my cowboy cock. Damn I love to see my fag sucking my
dick. You must love to have cock in your
mouth, fag.”
Paul grabbed the pole with his hands
and threw his back. I was forcibly going
up and down his hard cock and Paul was in full ecstasy with his blow job.
“Damn yeah, Cope. Suck me dry, fucker. Hell yeah, you know how to please a fuckin’
cowboy! Fuck yeah! Ah shit, you’re one helluva of a good cock
sucker. Fuck, I’m going to blow. Take it all fucker… Ah fuck yeah… fuck yeah…”
Paul started to blow his wad into my
mouth. I thought his seed was going to
spray out of my mouth as he filled me full.
Paul pulled out his wet cock. “Damn Cope, that’s one awesome blow job. I can’t wait to fuck your sweet ass, faggot.”
Paul pulled me up to my feet, by hands
bound and the lead rope now fully tight around my neck as I used all the
lead. Paul gave me a sloppy kiss and he
opened his mouth to push some chew into my mouth to mix with his cum. I used my tongue to push some of his cum into
his mouth. Damn, it was a hot scene.
~~~~~ ∞ж∞ ~~~~~
Paul grabbed himself another beer and
had me sit on the ground by the pole. He
used his boots to play with my cock.
“My faggot horny?”
“Hell yeah, Paul. Please let me cum.”
Paul jabbed his boots between my crotch
and said, “Well faggot, hump my boot like the fuckin’ sorry fag bitch you are.”
I humped his boot and came on his
boots, which of course Paul made me lick off.
Paul then said, “Well fag, how ‘bout
shootin’ some pool? I have a nice rod
that I think can sink the eight ball into your hole.”
Paul wanted to rodeo and now it was
close to 11PM. Paul took me outside to
the yard and started first with roping and hog-tying me. Next, he showed me his bareback skills riding
and spurring me.
“Well fucker, this cowboy wants to ride
his faggot again. Let me see how you are
in bed, fucker. Let’s keep this party
going.”
~~~~~ ∞ж∞ ~~~~~
Paul led me to my bedroom. Paul tied my hands spread out to my bed posts
but left my legs untied. Paul came up
in-between my legs and put in a fresh dip.
Paul leaned on top of me and gave me a sloppy kiss to push some chew
into my mouth. Damn that was hot.
“I figured Cope you wanted a fresh
chew.”
“Hell yeah cowboy.”
“Tell me that you’re my cowboy fag and
want this fucking cowboy to rape your damn ass, pussy boy.”
“Paul, please fucking rape me. I’m your cowboy fag.”
“Hell yeah, boy. You’re such a fucking faggot who just wants
to be plowed by this cowboy. I’m gonna
have some fun with you. Don’t worry about
lube, I brought my own.”
Paul lifted my legs over his head and
started to finger my hole. Spitting into
his hands to wet and lube my ass.
“Please Paul, fucking plow my ass… Damn
I need you inside of me, cowboy.”
Paul took his time fingering my hole
until his head started kissing my asshole.
My body froze at taking his dick in my ass. I let out a loud groan. Paul waited for me to relax before he pushed
himself harder inside me. Damn, I wanted
this cowboy inside me.
Paul dropped another wad of spit and
let it flow around his cock and he shoved it in as I screamed and moaned. Paul
fucked me on on back like a cowboy at the rodeo. Every time he felt like I was
drying up, he spit another glob of spit on my crack to juice me back up. Sweat
was dripping down Paul’s face and his black hat was soaking his sweaty hair up
like a sponge. He was building up to cum so Paul took his hat off and placed it
on my head over my face. Paul wanted me to smell a real cowboy as I became his
bitch! There's a saying that goes, "If you're gonna wear this cowboy's
hat, you better be wearing the cowboy too."
“Hell yeah, faggot. You’re a good fuck faggot for this
cowboy. Damn you have one helluva sweet
ass, boy.”
We cleaned up and now it was after midnight. We both went to sleep. In the morning, Paul shoved that horse-cock
into me again and let me have it when we woke up. I was snorting, grunting and pushing up like
a bucking bronc. After that fuck, we
stopped and had breakfast.
Paul and I both had to get going, but
damn, if that was not the best sleep-over we ever had. I was wondering if we’d ever get the chance
to fuck again as school was about to get over.
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