Another Western Rider

Gay cowboys are a fun group, but we're spread thin. My place is high in Colorado, where I'm the stablemaster. Spring brings new horses. Owners bring them from all around to our "Equine Resort" to be pampered. The riders and owners occasionally visit. Maybe. A few arrive by copter, some in land yachts, others will drive quite a ways.

The farm has heavy equipment, which are serviced by Ocho. He was pretty straight until I found his weak spot, his titties, after he tweaked one of mine playfully. He knows I'm pretty damn queer. Much as I've gently tried, he'll let me explore his heavily inked and muscled Mex-Navaho bod, but no, no penetration. Instead, I'll bend over like the slut I am, where he'll happily attempt to impregnate me. Luv it.

Sometimes I wonder, when he's plowing me, if he's fantasizing that it's Eloise he's fucking. She's a Western Rider who we railed a few months back. She caught me sucking his dick and, ever so-horny, took a pic. Well, that pic wasn't nice, and after a minor tussle, she gave it up. But she wanted in on the sex, sex with two big dicked cowboys in her fantasy. So we did her. She flat loved it. And so did Ocho, this twenty-year old blondie juiced by his very big dick. Yeah, I helped. But sometimes I wondered if Ocho was reliving that experience when he was soaking my hole. Whatever.

Technically, we now work for Arch, who replaced Steve, both straight guys. Arch is ex-mil, and at 5pm sharp, he's in the sauce up at the lodge. The lodge is huge and has guest bedrooms and a country kitchen. I don't eat there; I cook for myself and maybe Ocho in my tiny flophouse next to the stables. I don't need much. I'm banking it.

And on many nights, I've been helping Ocho explore his body and mine. After a year in the house for DUIs, Ocho doesn't drink, and I tired of it. We leave Arch alone, even though he's the only other human for six miles or so. We head to the shower room in the stables and play hide the weiner.

It was no surprise that were were told to expect new two fillies to put up. Arch came down to the stable and gave me their specs. I filed them on the laptop. Business was booming.

The next morning, I heard a diesel groaning up the hill a half-mile way. Company, probably with the fillies. There was something wrong with the sound of his motor, though. Bad news out in the high boonies. Service trucks come out of Denver or worse, Grand Junction.

The driver was something to behold! Had to be 6'6" and 300, linebacker build. Hot guy, maybe 45. Yum.

I came over and shook his hand. "Bill."

"I'm Joe. Sounds like something's wrong with your truck."

He took off his hat. "Yep. About twenty miles ago... it started sounding weird going up a grade...."

I know that grade; twisty.

"We might be able t'help. Our tractor guy, Ocho, is a diesel mechanic." His face lit up.

We situated the fillies, two somewhat skinny girls with good markings. I'd remedy that skinny part.

Bill was up at the lodge. Ocho would look at his truck. Ocho is a whiz at Fords. I like when he's bending over the hood on a stool, those cute glutes of his flexing in his jeans. Bones me up. I digress. Sorry.

So Bill was staying the night up at the lodge. Ocho was elbows deep in a Ford diesel. No nookie for me. I ate my supper and went to the shower stall in the stables and stripped naked. I guess I'd be solo. I threw my clothes in the washer pile and felt nice and naked walking into the shower stall, also my favorite, easy-clean sex parlor in the mountains.

I adjusted the water and got the stable stink off me. My plan was to get some lube, and stroke one off, a long wank before last check, and bedtime.

Then I heard the door at the other end, and whew! Good news! Ocho would be coming down for a wash and some cock play. Yeah, I wanted that big dick to ream my horny hole. Wanted to feel that creamy sensation when he lost it, painting my tailpipe. Yeah......

I watched the gate out of the corner of my eye, wanking a stiffie. Big stiffie.

Except... it wasn't Ocho. Bill stood there, a sort of half-smile on his face. Shit.

Except... he unconsciously licked his lip.

Aha! There is hope.

"Like whatcha see?" I asked. He looked away, and then back at me.

He opens the gate. Large man.

"No, it's like this. My wife doesn't suck dick anymore, not that she was any good at it. I heard you two guys are faggots and I could really use getting my dick sucked. She hardly fucks any more and when she does, she wants something."

I wonder where he heard that, not that it's a big secret. At least me, anyway.

I lift my cock. "Ever had a faggot suck you off?"

"No, but I heard it can be a good time. After all, you come with recommendations."

I thought for a long moment. "Recommendations?"

"Yeah, two big-cocked cowboys are supposed to work here."

I'm thinking hard, and I can only come up with this pasty CFO who comes up for a fucking now and then.

"What you don't know is that I overheard my daughter telling one of her friends about a certain escapade she had in this very room."

Oh FUCK! The man could break me apart into small unidentifiable pieces. Holy shit!! Ocho and I railed his daughter Eloise exactly where I was standing. Oh fuck.

I was frozen. I'm sure my cock drooped in an instant. Shit shit shit. This bruiser could break me in half. Easy.

Then he laughs loudly, almost bellowing.

"She had no idea I could hear every word she was saying'. 'Told her girlfriend about catching you guys sucking dick, then seducing you into railing the living fuck out of her. That one of you actually licked her butthole and left her in a puddle."

I took a deep breath. "That happened." I wasn't gonna deny it.

"So here I am, and daddy needs his dick sucked."

I smiled. The gambit just changed. Time to press my luck.

"OK, I'll do it. But if I can get you hard again, you have to fuck me. It'll be good. I'm cleaned out. Better yet, I'm tested and have no diseases. I want it raw."

He thought about that, the expression on his face changing.

"Maybe. It's best you suck my dick, faggot." He put his hands on his hips. I was hoping he wouldn't break my neck. Well, if that's gonna happen, it happens. I didn't think that was gonna happen. Horny men like to get off, and then get off, again. My neck would be saved for another go, I was guessing.

"Strip." I ordered. This was another part of the gambit.

He looked around.

"Put your clothes over on the washer in the hall."

He complied. I walked over and watched him take off his boots and socks, the flannels, the jeans, the tighty whities, trying not to gasp. Awesome huge guy. Then he turned around. I had anticipation. Big cock, soft, erect? Cut? Fuck, what a bod. My.Lucky.Day!

WOW. Really long and cut and for such a tall thick guy, his cock is thin. Not a pencil dick, but not as thick as me or Ocho. Throatable. Low hangers. Lightly furry. Long cobra head on it. My mouth watered.

"Let me wash you up."

I turned the water back on and adjusted it. Soap. Cock. For such a skinny cock, it was as hard as stone. Mine was almost there, too. I brushed his leg with it. Bill didn't seem to care, he just towered over me, this brawny hunk of guy. I'm six feet tall and still felt small. WOWEE.

Water poured down my back and butt as I bent down and licked it, getting it wet. I popped his cock head with my lips. Then I went down.

Down down down. My throat opened, and then...my nose was in his pubes, his cock deep in my throat. He shook.

"Fuck!" he blurted. Yeah. Fuck.

I worked it. What a fine cock. Mmmmm. I started my bobs. Tickled his balls. Then I backed off and gently sucked on them, which made his thighs quake, these huge thick thighs. Should I push my luck? Maybe.

"Ever had a rim job?" I asked him.

"Where you lick my BUTT???"

"Yeah. We're in the shower. I'll do it for ya."

"Fuck, that's nasty!"

"But fun where you can find it. Try it for a second and if you don't like it, I'll deep throat ya again."

The man was really turned on at that point.

"What do I do?" he asked.

Score.

"Just put your hands on the wall, I'll wash ya and do the rest."

Eagerly, he did it. Perfect. A little soap and water, and my hands were gently running over his butthole. I gave him a wank to keep his motor running. Then I knelt down and had him squat just slightly, and parted those crazy furred glutes with my hands, and gently licked his trench.

"Holy fuck!"

Yeah. I'm gonna fuck your holey with my tongue, Bill. You're gonna love it.

And there I was, this fabulous ass rubbing my beard as I gave him the full monty rim job, my tongue slowly circling his ring, and gently poking him. I'd wank him once in a while, which made him groan and quake.

Mmmmmm.

I heard a noise. It had to be Ocho. Ocho likes to be rimmed, too. He's exit-only. This is my current fate, I was thinking. But my mind was on this butt. And my hand was slowly stroking my serious erection.

I heard Ocho clear his throat. He stood at the gate. Very fucking dirty. OMG.

"Is this private or can I join in? I'm so fucking dirty I can't use the shower up at the house."

Bill and I turned around.

"Oh, and I fixed your diesel. Two clogged injectors. I had spares."

The word "injectors" made me twitch inside.

I looked up at Bill, and he down at me. "WOW that's great! Yeah, sure. Two cowboys for sex. Like de ja vu!"

Ocho started stripping. He looked dubious but his need was real. And there were two guys in the shower with hard-ons. Finally, his clothes were in a pile and he walked to the shower and grabbed the soap.

Dirt and grease poured from him. Whew. I soaped up the back of his neck, but he did his face after his hands and arms were clean. I stroked Bill a couple of times to keep him interested. He seemed to be focused on Ocho's big cock, which was half hard, so I stroked it, too. Bill seemed super-turned on.

Finally, Ocho was clean. I dropped to my knees and inhaled Bill's long thin cock while stroking Ocho's. I was sort of delighted that Ocho was stiff now and didn't seem to mind Bill being there, naked, erect, towering over both of us, a statue with an erection. Fuck yeah.

Bill kept staring at Ocho while I throated Bill's long skinny dick. I stroked Bill's thighs and worked my finger to his butthole. This trick had worked on Ocho long ago. Would it work again?

"YESSSSS!" is the next sound I heard. I nearly choked. Fuck. He blew and blew and blew some more. I pumped his cock and tried to get it all. Bill grabbed Ocho's shoulder for support as he pumped his cock into my mouth and throat. I thought I'd drown. Damn, dude-- been storing that for a while??

Finally he seemed to be done. He staggered back a couple of steps. The look of Zone was in his eyes.

Score.

I turned to work on Ocho. He seemed to be really turned on, but also bashful. I found the lube tube and coated him, spinning around. Ocho was up for it and nailed my ass. YES. He seemed to be in a hurry, too.

Bill came over to watch.

Ocho turned to him. "So what did you mean by 'de ja vu'? You been here before?"

Bill went blank for a second. Then he laughed.

"No, you two faggots fucked my daughter Eloise a while back."

I think Ocho had a heart attack. He pulled out of me and literally dashed to the corner of the stall. Scared shitless. Dammit.

"Ocho, it's OK dude. 'Man just wanted his dick sucked. Sez his wife doesn't do it anymore."

Ocho didn't look convinced.

Bill shrugged and explained. "No really, it's OK. Eloise is 21 and does what she wants. She's been on the pill for a while. You guys are just conquest. I don't care so long as she's happy." Then he laughed again. "You two faggots are a legend in her mind." Then he laughed again, and stroked his cock.

"All I needed was my dick to get sucked by a faggot. That's all this is. You can suck it, too, faggot."

Ocho was about to deny being a faggot. Then he didn't.

"If it's OK with you, I'll just watch."

"Suit yourself" Bill said as I tried hard to suck him hard. He let me. For a minute, I thought Ocho was going to rinse and leave, but he stayed. I did my level best to get Bill hard again. I offered to rim him again.

"Yeah! That shit feels good! Nobody ever licked me there before."

That's when Ocho walked over. He pointed his finger at me. "Faggot likes that shit. He'll lick ya until you ass falls in love with that tongue of his...."

Bill turned and assumed the position. I dove back in, craning my neck. Oh yeah, Bill's squirming, pushing my head into his ass. Yeah, baby. I dig deep. Fucker loves it. I reach around to stroke him and he's bone stiff again.

I move back. "Bill, bend lower so I can eat that hole while Ocho fucks me." Ocho smiles and strokes himself.

YES. Getting railed. Eating hot hole. Doesn't get much better. FUCK FUCK FUCK.

Ocho is urgent again. Slowing himself down, he reaches under and strokes my cock. I could shoot easily.

But I eat Bill's hole. NomNom.

Ocho gives it up. It's not as noisy as he usually does, but the seed is deep. There's lots of it. He swims in there for a while, then flops out.

Then he surprises me.

"Next!" he yells out. Then he laughs. Bill straightens up.

"Faggots..." he mutters.

I assume the position and he nails it, sliding right in and in and in until he's past where Ocho goes, rearranging my guts. Wow. He's pushing Ocho's juice deep in my slut ass. Yum. My face smells of butt as that skinny dick gooses me.

Ocho comes up to us. His cock is covered in juices. I push back Bill a bit, who hovers over me. He's very interested in railing me. I bend down and clean Ocho's cock. Bill stops to watch.

"You fucking faggots...." He doesn't notice my giggle.

Then he jams it. Fuck. Pounds my hole. He's way up there. I stroke. Ocho pushes my hand away and strokes me.

I'm almost there. I lose myself in the moment of getting pounded by this huge guy. Faggot. Yeah.

I look up at Ocho. He has a strange look in his eyes. He switches hands, stroking me with his right.

Later, he told me what he did. He worked his finger inside Bill's butthole. And that's when Bill fucked me like a blow-up doll, drilling me so hard I thought my spine would pop. He came with a loud roar, a dozen long rails up my hole. It was fast and furious, listening to his pants. I squeezed my assring on his cock. Trying to get all of his cream. Finally, panting, he slapped my ass hard and pulled away.

Spinning, I sucked on him. I wanted it all. Every last fucking drop of cum. And I got it. He let me until he couldn't stand the sensation anymore. He staggered back.

"Holy fuck. Holy fuck!"

Ocho smirked. Then he took his middle finger and stuck it my mouth. That was the signal of where his finger had gone.

Bill pushed his head into the shower, shaking. I washed his huge panting body. Ocho actually joined in. Clean as a whistle. No, he wasn't getting hard.

Fetching a towel, I threw it to him. Five minutes later, he was gone. Ocho and I heard the door slam.

Ocho looked at me with this wanton look.

"Bend over faggot. I bet it's easy to get in that hole."

"Look out there, Ocho. I have been ridden by another Western Rider."

He groaned.

I was going to sit funny for a while. I'd enjoy every minute of it.