Three of us had just finished working on a very important presentation at the agency and after we finally snared the client's account, our boss rewarded us by giving us an all-expenses paid week at a fancy Wyoming dude ranch. Even though I ride, I'm pretty much of a city slicker and this was my first time out at a ranch. My colleagues were a couple who were starting up a little fling, so I was pretty much on my own.
My first night at the ranch there was a full moon and so I decided to go for a little walk under the brilliant, starry sky. I was leaning against a post, looking up at the moon and the stars when a guy walked up to me.
"Hiya," he said, a deep, warm tone to his voice.
"Hi," I said, turning to look at him. He was a real good-looking dude, probably a few years younger than me -- twenty-two, twenty-three I'd guess -- dressed like a cowboy and speaking with a twang. Tall and broad-shouldered, he had thick sandy hair and rugged classic features. He didn't seem like a guest, though I'd heard lots of the city folks who came up here were real good at dressing up and acting the part of cowboys.
"Name's Jimmy," he said. "You a guest here?"
"Yeah, just got here today. I'm Dave."
Jimmy told me that his job at the ranch was to teach city dudes how to ride on backcountry trails and to lead them on those trails so they wouldn't get lost. He asked whether I might want to have him take me out on a trail tomorrow. Naturally I loved the idea, and not just because I wanted to get out into the wilderness, but because I relished spending some time with this stud out in the backcountry, just him and me.
That night I could hardly sleep. Somehow cowboy Jimmy had really pressed my button and all I could do was fantasize about him. And that's what I did, stretched out on my bed, fist wrapped around my rigid cock, stroking away, as I thought of some of the very raunchy, vigorous things I'd love to do with Jimmy. After I blasted a nice, big load I finally said goodnight to my fantasies and got myself some shuteye.
I woke up all refreshed and after breakfast Jimmy picked me up to go riding. For a few minutes I felt awkward on horseback, but pretty soon I was used to it. And there was something very arousing about being on my horse, following Jimmy on his, through spectacular high country trails.
When we got to the top of a bluff, we dismounted and had something to drink.
As Jimmy swigged from his water bottle I couldn't help eyeing the bulge in the crotch of his worn denims. He sure looked like he was packing a lot of meat down there. I liked this dude's looks from the moment I first checked him out, with his lanky, sinewy body and his rough-hewn features. And now my eyes just couldn't help returning to that bulge of his, a bulge I first noticed when I sat on a fence and watched him saddle up the horses earlier that morning.
Again I was staring so intently, I suppose, that after a while he couldn't help noticing how my eyes were glued that worn patch of denim.
"Somethin' down there you find intriguin'?" he asked with a sexy grin.
His boldness cracked me up and I couldn't help laughing.
"Could be," I said, with a wink.
"Check it out if you want," he said nonchalantly.
"Can I?" I purred.
"Be my guest," he urged, leaning back against a tree, calmly putting a toothpick in his mouth and planting his feet wide apart.
"Looking down I was thinking you might have something nice and big for me," I said, approaching him.
"You ain't gonna find out by talking about it," he said smugly, an intensely masculine vibe rising from every pore. This dude was sure a nice change of pace from the more refined guys I tend to see back in Manhattan. So I unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper. Then I took hold of his briefs and tugged them down. Suddenly a truly immense cock came into view. A sight for sore eyes, I'll tell you!
"Wow!" was all I could say.
It took him all of ten seconds to thicken and stiffen until it was standing up at full mast. I gazed at the beautifully proportioned cock, now rigid as a length of steel.
"Well, what do you think?" he asked.
"What do you think I think? I'm liking what I see, liking it a lot."
I grabbed it and realized I couldn't really get my hand around it. It had
that
much girth. This dude gave new meaning to the word 'hung'.
"That feels mighty good," he moaned, as I massaged his shaft.
"And this is going to feel even better."
Like a zombie in a trance, I dropped to my knees in front of him and wrapped my lips around the huge knob of his erect penis while cupping his big balls in my hand. I had to stretch my lips to the limit to get that immense cockhead in my mouth.
After tasting his knob, I pulled my mouth away to have another look. Then I lowered my mouth to his balls, licking them, slowly dragging my tongue up the length of his shaft to the tip. It was a long, tasty journey as I ran my tongue along the underside of his rigid muscle. I wondered just how many inches this stud was carrying? If I had a ruler I think he'd be just a couple of inches short of a foot.
