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.
"Big enough for you, Dave?" he drawled, in that sexy, husky whisper of his. "You seem like the sort of dude who appreciates a big dick."
"I'm glad you can tell," I said sassily.
Now I was all business, wrapping my lips greedily around his knob and taking inch after inch of his shaft down my throat, working my slippery tongue all over the thick inches between my lips.
I pulled away and looked up at him, giving him a lewd smile and a wink.
"Yeah, I'd say you were just about big enough," I said.
He held on to the back of my head and force-fed me his cock. I liked this stud's aggressive style. It seemed appropriate for the circumstances. If I was going to suck a hung and sweaty cowboy out in the wild, I wouldn't want him to be too much of a gentleman. Far from it. I'd want him rough. I'd want him hard. And I'd want him horny!
As I ate his cock I reached under his balls and fingered his asshole. Looking up, I could see his eyes were closed, his face grimacing in pleasure. If there's one thing I know, it's how to suck a cock right. As Jimmy was now learning for himself.
I could feel him breathing faster and faster as he held on to the back of my neck and pressed me against him. I sensed his body, below me, rising to my mouth. I knew his whole being was concentrated in that luscious space where my mouth met his dick. I took my time with him, again savoring every inch of that oversized reamer. Until I knew he could take it no more. And I could sense that when the base of his cock started throbbing, signaling to me that he was seconds away from cumming.
I was hoping he wouldn't mind, but I was going to pull my mouth away now that he was about to climax. I wanted to watch him shoot it.
So, pulling back, I wrapped a second fist around his dick, thinking I'd bring him to the brink with two hands massaging him. A moment later spurt after spurt of milky spunk began erupting from the raging volcano of his massive penis.
I opened my mouth, letting it splatter all over my face, swallowing the jets that managed to shoot between my lips. This cowboy was a very, very heavy cummer and that dick kept throbbing and throbbing as the semen kept spurting and spurting. I didn't let up until I knew I brought forth every last drop he had inside him.
Later, when we were done riding for the afternoon, I suggested he come up to my room and shower. He said that was a bad idea since it was touchy for him to be seen going into a guest's room. So he suggested we head for his bunk instead. It was a cozy cabin with an outdoor shower which I thought was quaint.
We stripped off our clothes and headed for the narrow shower enclosure. There we were now, naked together, Jimmy's lanky, muscled body, I knew, feeling nice and mellow. Me, I was feeling frisky and my cock was sticking straight up, He chuckled, hesitating a moment, but then he reached down to give it a little feel. I could tell this dude was a top and so I knew if we were going to enjoy any more action here, I'd have to get him all aroused again. And that I was prepared to do. So I started soaping him up, reaching down and working a nice lather around his cock and balls. Even though he had shot a heavy load not too long ago, I could feel him swelling up in my hand again as I soaped him. That's just what I was hoping for!
Then we returned to his room and I dried him off.
Looking around the room I noticed a photo of a cute babe by his bed.
"Who's that? Your girlfriend?" I said, pointing to it.
