Gay Erotic Stories

Riding the range can become a full time life-style for many cowpokes and a way of life that can become lonely and detached. Most cowpokes know the comfort of having a trial buddy to help ease the long drives, the sore tense muscles, and the aching in the loins that grows and build up hardening a cowpoke's prime beef at the most unexpected times. No set of balls provides a cowboy's cock with the necessary company that a willing mouth or a willing ass can provide. Take my word on that! I have such a buddy, but ours has been a life of unpredictable range riding. I've become accustomed to solitary days and many lonely nights with only my hand as welcome company for my rod. Yep, my buddy (that's you) is the trail boss, but also a stay at home cowpoke quite often--tending to the business angle of things while the hired men take care of the physical tasks. And when you're "at home" opportunities for exchange are limited to brief encounters. I guess we both know why! I'm not sure how you ever really entered my life or vice versa, but there we were one day, facing each other after reining in some horses in the corral. I guess I fell pretty quickly for you - Shit . . . your smile, your eyes, your mouth, your warmth and friendliness, and your touch as you clapped a hand on my shoulder and left it there, melted me fast. My body tingled, my cock stirred, my interest and lust piqued and I wanted to take all of you in with my eyes, my mouth and any other part of my body that would comply! I looked all right, and wasn't disappointed with what I saw. Your shirt was partially open and revealed a compact chest with wisps of hair; your worn jeans hugged your legs and butt and pushed snugly against your balls and cock, outlining for me what I was sure was a delicious mouthful of pleasure. I knew I wanted you then, but bosses don't mix with the hands I reminded myself. I was surprised to learn differently several moments later as my eyes continued to check you out from top to bottom. That's when I saw a growing bulge emerge in your crotch area and I watched you cup your cock and squeeze it as if to give it some encouragement. You knew I was watching AND highly interested. You asked quietly, "You want some? It's yours if you'd like. I'm sure this old piece would love some of the attention I think you'd like to give. I sure wouldn't mind." I didn't know what to expect, but I wasn't about to pass on an opportunity like this. It might just be a one-sided "service job," but somehow I was willing to take the chance. We rounded the corner into the barn and up the loft . . . and the rest is history. My mouth found your cock and my cock found my mouth. Our saliva lubed each other rods wonderfully as we sucked and lick like puppies at a bowl of milk. Our mouths stretched to take each other fullness. It was pure bliss. I had the boss’s cock in my mouth and he was sucking me back with enthusiasm. We took each other to the base of our pubic hairs and teased the cock heads and the cum juice with our tongues and wild sucking. You creamed your cum in my mouth three times that afternoon and I rewarded you back as we 69ed and sucked to our heart's content. I'm not saying we were the quietest of cowpokes--but we sure were the driest by the day's end. That's our beginning--we've moved from there to knowing and exploring all parts of each others' bodies--and growing in the acts of giving and receiving. We're equal that way--we're partners in passion all right! But back to the present . . . Imagine my elation when you announced in the bunkhouse that you'd be joining the crew in the journey from Wyoming to the Idaho/Oregon border with the herd. My smile probably lit the room and my cock and ass pucker definitely pulsed a thankful flutter of agreement. The day was a typical one--long and dry and sometime monotonous, but having you near, in eye's sight, made the day a time of joy and happiness for me. I loved catching your glances, your nod, your smiles, and the secretive pucker of your lips as if sending me a special message of affection. Damn, you looked good on that horse. Your back was ramrod straight and your butt nestled comfortably in the saddle. I envied the caressing that that saddle provided. I wanted your balls, cock and ass that close too, just hugging and massaging you all day! After a long day of driving the herd, we gathered to bunk down in a quiet valley. You placed your blanket roll next to mine and stood stretching and pushing your crotch bulge in my direction. It seemed to be expanding. Our eyes caught each other and I nodded toward the trees by the stream where we'd settled for the night. The herd was resting now, like the rest of the crew. We each made our exits and rendezvoused in a cluster of thick willows, our bodies now out of human sight from the camp. My mouth quickly found yours and soon our tongues were exploring each other and tapping out their own special messages like a Morse Code relay machine. I'm hungry for you and feel the same type of desire coming back from you. We push our bodies together wanting the feel of a special man against us. Our hands explore each other's bodies. I can't resist the urge to rub your dick and bring it out into the fresh air. I rip your Levi buttons open and pull your hard, curved cock out into the evening air. Your mind appears to be thinking the same for you grapple with my jeans and reach inside to rub and squeeze my eager cock. I pull open your shirt in the process and undo your belt buckle. I want to taste you, suck you, and feel your cock vein pulsing in my mouth. It's a hunger you've built in me over the years--I never seem able to get enough of you. With your cock exposed and announcing its presence, I lick the head and the shaft and coat it with a layer of moisture. I tickle your balls with my tongue and fingers and return my mouth to the sensitive areas of your cock head until you moan, "Yes, yes, that's it. Suck me!" I reach up and gently squeeze your nipples waiting for the time when you expertly will work mine over with tongue, teeth, and fingers until they shiver with sheer ecstasy. We've grown to know how best to satisfy the other--and how to build each other to pleasure points of climax. I rub spit on my fingers and gently search for you hole. I love having contact with it--teasing it to stretch and take 1, 2, or 3 of my fingers and then hopefully, my cock as well. "Do you have any lubrication?" you ask. "You bet," is my quick response. I have the impulse to turn you over and rim you with my tongue creating natural lubricant, but instead fumble through my jeans pocket for that small tube of "magic potion" that helps us ease our tools into tight spots of pleasure. "Open up, stud," I tease. I squeeze some lube on my fingers and gently apply it to your pucker. You open up to my massaging and take first one finger, then, two and then three of my fingers. I probe and massage your opening and chute and it relaxes and widens allowing me deeper entry. I can't resist using my finger in a fucking motion. Your channel is warm and inviting and I can hardly wait to get my cock inside to increase the heat of your ass with my plugging cock. I stand behind you as you bend over to receive me. Your hands pull your ass cheeks apart and I can see you sweet hole pulsing open and closed, inviting a replacement for my fingers. I slide in, guided by your hand, careful to allow your sphincter muscle to relax and accept the intrusion. My cock head stretches your opening. You don't wait, however, but push your ass back on my full cock, coaxing me in a husky voice with these words, "Stick it in me, stud! Give me all you've got. I feel the need to be ridden long and hard." I comply willingly as I start a rhythmic fucking cadence trying to be as firm and direct with each thrust inside. You pull me into your ass even further when your hands clasp my butt cheeks and pull me toward you. I don't resist. My cock basks in the heat of your ass. We rut away in the willows, rather caught up with the action of our pistoning actions. The tantalizing workout your ass provides my cock signals my need to explode inside you and drench your ass with cum. But I want to hold out longer. I feel fulfilled and connected and alive. You turn you face to look at me, smile and offer a kiss and your tongue. My cock swells even harder in your ass as you rock your hips in sensual rhythm. "Ah baby, ride me - ride me! Ride me hard! Shove that man tool in me and make me want more!" I love it when you say the words you feel, just as you remind me that my dirty talk stimulates you also. Your words are all the encouragement I need. My cock pounds inside you. "I'm fucking you, babe. I'm filling your ass with my cock and loving every moment. God, you feel so good!" I hear noises near us, but I'm too lost in the sensation of feeding cock up your ass that I block the sounds out. You look back again and whisper, "It's my turn to ride now." As I lean over to kiss your neck, I acknowledge your request. I am more than willing to let you take the reins and ride me. As we disconnect, I wonder what the others would think if they knew the boss was topping me, or that I just had my dick deep inside his juicy asshole. Well, that was our secret - and until you wished differently, I'll keep my promise and pledge of silence to you. I knew from the looks that Chet, Curly, Art, and Pete gave you, that they'd love to get a piece of action in any way, shape, or form. Because of that, I felt extra special and that feeling was intensified as your fingers rubbed my opening and brought me back to the realty of the moment. We were both hot and foreplay wasn't going to be a priority, nor a needed process. Passion was pushing the moment. The cool lube was quickly followed by your hard dick--pushing through my ass pucker and entering me with energy and drive. God, it felt great! We'd learned how to deal with curves and angles through the past times together, and so we connected like a smooth, oiled machine. Soon you were deep inside, pumping your cock in me and rubbing every pleasure spot I could imagine. I knew I loved having you inside me as much as I loved being inside you and experiencing the tightness of your ass. Each time was like a glorious new experience. My whimpers of pleasure became gasps of delight, as I knew my orgasm was near. As you pushed and probed, your hands found my nipples and my cock. My whole body became yours to possess as I spewed cum in your hand and felt your load of hot cum splatter against my insides. Our lips found each other’s, as if to silently say, "Thank you." Only then did I catch and process the noises near us. It seems like someone else was enjoying similar stimulation. As I lifted my head and peered through the branches, I caught sight of the naked bodies of Chet and Pete in the moonlight by the stream. In intense doggy-fashion, it looked like Pete was getting the royal treatment that I had just received. I could only hope that they had had it "both ways" like my beautiful boss man and I had experienced. Next time I was planning on getting him "on his back" with those legs spread in the air! Yes, sir! I plan to "Ride 'um, cowboy!" Please come back for more--or is that please, cum back for more?