I was exercising a young trotter. Large stable ride. Trots with pride and wants the exercise, she does. Not usually my favored style, Beverly has a very even gait and is in excellent shape.
As I'm riding, I'm thinking about what a cozy sex life I've been having after a long dry spell. My boss, Burt, lets me ride him almost anytime. He's getting good at being a bottom for a man. Our mechanic, Ocho, rails us both with his big dick. He's no longer weirded out when Burt's hotwife Kathy joins us, which is rare but seems to amp up both men and I'm the beneficiary of their lust and hormones.
This woman needs butt service. We're specializing in it. And while Ocho very much enjoys railing this woman, I also know that Ocho needs a man's touch. Gets him OFF.
When owners and riders make the trip up here, some of them have a good time, too. We had us a pretty big sex party a while ago. Some of the owners are pretty horny, too.
There is a pasty CFO who arrives, then goes out riding with me. It's a cowboy movie in his mind. We ride out for an overnighter. He wants that cowboy dick-down experience where he seductively gets me hot, sucks my dick-- and he's pretty good, and then I lick his cowboy butt and rail him under the stars. We've done this a half-dozen times.
He's kinda fun. Fit. Might be fifty, smaller, slender. Had me for a homo first time we shook hands. Every few months I get an email saying he'll be by. It's important to say that he also has five studs in my stables. They're busy boys. I guess I'm his stud, and I wonder if it's part of the deal. I don't care, really, he's a fine and now familiar fuck. There's this look on his face that's precious, just after I breed him. Lusty, mouth open, batting his eyelashes at me.
Robert knows horses and the business. He likes that I have a clean operation and know how to keep his assets in shape, both kinds.
It was no surprise when he said he'd be driving in. I sort of looked forward to a change in company. If Burt knows, he says nothing. I do rides frequently. Takes a little planning. Burt runs the operation and tries to keep Kathy on a tether. Like that's ever gonna happen.
* * *
Just before Robert arrives, Kathy asks me directly if I fuck him, or he fucks me. She knows I'm a full-service cockhound. She is, too. I'm guessing that the question is asked because she wants to try to do him. Hell, I understand her motivation, although such management-customer fun might be a conflict. Robert is a money-maker for us.
"We go up to Nine Fingers canyon," I tell her. "Then we canoodle."
She nods seriously.
"'You think I have a chance?" she asks.
I consider the question.
"Maybe. 'He ever come on to you?"
"Never. Not once. Some of my best outfits have been wasted on that man...." Her nose crinkles up.
"My thinking is that he comes up her to play out this movie in his head. Gay cowboy on Brokeback Mountain or variations on that theme."
Kathy nods again, seriously. She sighs. "Last time he was here, I let him catch me naked, accidentally on purpose. Dripping wet." Her head hanged a bit.
"Nothing. Joe-- I still have a nice bod, don't I?"
"It is a fine bod. You have a delicious ass-- for a woman. I think Robert plays for my team. For some guys, women are wallpaper."
She sighed again. "Maybe it's best. I'd do him though, you know I would."
I had to laugh. "Kathy, you will do any man. Just like I probably would." We hugged. I could hear a car coming in the distance.
"You want me to bring you along for the ride?" I asked. There was a reply, a loud sigh and "No. Thanks."
* * *
Robert and I are naked on a blanket. It's not quite totally dark. No stars. There's a small tent up under several pine trees, as it looks like it might rain some. We'll snuggle. I've learned a lot about this man on our rides. Corporate wizard in finance. Plays with a lot of egos, lawyers, and the IRS, I gather. One son who's waiting for him to kick off so that his inheritance will make him rich. Could be a liberal. Knows how to shuffle money.
He used to have a bad comb-over until he started shaving his head. With his bushy mustache, he looks far more studly. I like the change. We rode for several hours into BLM land. The weather's looking more and more like it'll be wet soon.
Dinner is sausage and beans. He brought two beers for himself. I kept fondling his dick in his designer jeans. He loves that. If I squeeze his butt cheeks, he gets hot fast.
The tent is up. The horses are watered and happy, two Justin Morgans I picked especially for this ride. We're lazing on the blankets. I stand and peel my shirt, boots, jeans. I leave on the leather vest. It's a bit breezy. He's nekkid now.
His dick is hard. He has little fur, although there's a nice little blondish treasure trail.
Robert is pretty eager to suck my dick. I laid down and let him. He's pretty good at it. He seems to shudder whenever I moan. He likes to lick my nuts, and sometimes, my butt. It pleases him to get a reaction out of me. For a switch to our routine, I push him into a 69 and suck his dick. His goes into my throat easily. I fondle his ass, which makes him moan and lose concentration.
I pull upwards and lick his furry nuts, then his butt. Like Ocho, Robert's butthole is wired directly to his brain, and my tongue knows how to send jolts of sex energy there. His dick drips on my chest fur. His scent is like man-perfume. Leather, sweat, a dash of funk. I luv it. And like him, those moans drive me further.
Tonight, there's a new sound. A whimper. Whoa-- I like that sound! Makes me make a dessert out of his butt. Yeah!
I reach in my pack and pull out some lube and get him up on all fours. It doesn't take much to open his butt up. I suspect he has other tops that service him. I'm just one on the list. For some reason, that thought makes my dick twitch and I eagerly expand his very wet butt ring with my eight inches of happiness.
There's a moan AND a whimper! I sink down his butthole, slowly. Robert shudders and it takes a minute until I'm balls deep up his pipe. So good. The fur on his nuts tickles my shaved balls. My dick twitches.
I spend quality time in Robert's hole. I think he has a clit in his butthole. I seem to keep hitting it. He's groaning and moaning. We hear thunder in the distance. I need to hurry up.
Flipping him, he sits down on my thick dick, his own dick slapping and banging my furry abs. He's going to squeeze and milk my load into his butt. This is how we usually finish. He has urgency because the thunder is much closer now. He drips on me. Big drips. I grab his hands for support and he's milking hard.
Oddly, I'm not close yet. We feel a few heavy drops and suddenly the skies open up and we're getting drenched. Yeah, fucking in the rain. Except the rain will soon melt the lube. We hustle inside the tent and sort of dry off.
I lay him down and lift his leg, rolling him on his side, and nail his ass as we lay in the tent. The storm really opens up. I grab his dick and pump it, and I can feel my balls starting to twitch. I tilt his head back to me and we make out and I have to break away. This one's going to be intense and I want to change the angle to pleasure myself.
My butt clenches hard inside and I'm happily juicing his butthole with my load. I'm jerking his dick hard with my hand, and slamming my body to make sure his butt is coated inside. Yeah. It's really good.
Robert's moaning and we lay there as I slowly pump the cum in and out of his butt. Musta been quite the juicing.
I bend down and suck his dick. He cums with another of these new whimpers. His loads are tasty and thick. The rain lets up. We fall asleep.
Just before dawn, it's still sprinkling. I walk out of the tent as he sleeps and wash myself in the light rain. It's unusually warm for a morning rain. The horses get fed. I can see breaks in the clouds. The sun may peak up soon. Dawn comes earlier now. Another rag dries me a bit as I stand close to a tree. There's a spring at the bottom of the canyon and I march naked down to water the horses and take a leak. They seem happy. A few apples and they're happier still.
The sun is suddenly blinding, come up over the peak. I walk up the hill and break out the stove. Sausage, a little flour, dry milk and water, and two large biscuits come out of my pack. Bicuits will join gravy. The coffee will be ugly but drinkable. The sun feels good on my naked bod. The skies clear quickly.
Robert wakes up and slowly gets out of the tent.
"I'm starved!"
