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guess I'm not as bad as I thought. I give him a reach around, tugging on his dick like a cow's
udder. "Yeah, like that," he says. "I'm close."
The screwing and jerking is in perfect synchronization. "Let's nut together," I tell him.
His moans are sweet music to my ears. "Um comin'," he announces.
You and me both. When I expectedly feel something warm between my fingers, I tug his dick,
milking him of every drop. My breaths are heavy; my gluteus maximus muscles ache and burn. I
yell silently in my dirty mind that I'm about to come. I brace against his bear shoulders as I
climax up his ass, into the flesh-colored rubber. My body relaxes as he slides off my cock.
"You sure can fuck," he says breathlessly.
With aching muscles, we rest for a while before getting dressed. I slap him on the butt as he
pushes a foot into one of his boots. When we climb back into the cab, the windshield has fogged
with the night's cold. He wipes it clear and drives me back to Billy's, where the graveled lot is
empty except for my car parked on the side of the bar.
He pulls in front of Spears Seafood, where they have a sale on roe and oysters, and asks if we
could get together again. I scribble my cell number on the back of an old grocery receipt.
His 'stache pricks my face when he leans over and kisses me on the cheek.
My car stalls a few times but successfully cranks up after the fourth attempt. "Thank you, baby," I
say, kissing its steering wheel.
I'm not even home yet before my cell phone rings.
"Hello?"
"Hey." It's the cowboy. "I forgot to tell ya I had a good time."
I laugh and assure him that I, too, had fun. We make a date to meet at a bar-and-grill place that's a
tad classier than Billy's. I get home and collapse on the bed with his cowboy-bear scent on me
like cheap cologne.
BUNKHOUSE ORGY
Bearmuffin
Things were Spartan for cowboys working at the Q Ranch. After riding hard from sunup to
sundown, all they had to look forward to was a drafty, dusty bunkhouse equipped with rock-hard
wooden beds and thin cotton mattresses, and not much else.
Well, there was a little more to it than that.
A cowboy can get as lonesome as a preacher on pay night, and after a couple of months out in the
sage on a long, hard cattle drive there's more comforting to be had than just a hot cock down your
throat or up your ass.
That's when things got wild at the bunkhouse. Shane Raw-lins was back at the ranch, horny as
hell and ready for action, A greenhorn from Reno, Nevada, he had curly black hair, sparkling
green eyes, and a radiant smile. He was a tower of rippling muscle with a magnificent torso and a
V-shaped back. His perfect, hard bubble butt made the other ranch hands' mouths drop
open. He sported a thick ten-inch cock and a pair of awesome low-hangers.
It was Shane's first time at the Q Ranch, so he hadn't yet met his bunkmates. His heart pounding
with anticipation, he rode up to the bunkhouse. He dismounted his horse and stepped up to the
door. It was wide open.
Crumpled beer cans, cotton briefs, and dusty jeans were strewn on the floor. A grimy pair of
briefs lying on the bed caught Shane's eye. He picked them up and held them to his face. The
unmistakable musky smell of man rushed up his nose. Shockwaves of lust shot to his groin as he
thought of hefty cock and massive balls trapped inside the fabric.
Shane reeled from the briefs' hot stench. He put them down before he shot his load and stepped
over to the fridge to get a beer. He was about to pick up a brew when he felt a strong tug on his
jeans and spun around. It was Colt Stevens, a cowboy from Nebraska.
Shane's heart leapt to his throat. He was riveted to his spot. Colt was a muscled giant with crew-
cut blond hair and steel-blue eyes. Shane's eyes were glued to Colt's wide chest and thick,
rounded biceps.
The six-foot-three cowboy was completely naked except for cowboy boots, a dirty jockstrap, and
brown leather chaps. Shane was transfixed by Colt's bulging jock pouch. A big hole exposed two
inches of thick, blue-veined cock that made Shane's mouth water.
"You horny?" Colt grunted.
"Sure am." Shane was impressed with Colt's rugged good looks, firm chin, and sensuous lips. He
grabbed his own crotch and gave it a good squeeze.
Colt was excited by the sight of Shane clad in a tight blue button-up shirt and faded Wranglers.
The jeans were slung low
over Shane's hips, exposing the upper half of his bright red boxers. He felt his cock jump inside
his jock.
"Let's get comfortable," Colt said. Shane eagerly responded to the suggestion and shucked off his
clothes, as did Colt.
Colt ogled Shane, his eyes narrowing to two slits, as he took in every inch of his muscular,
perfectly proportioned body. He ran his tongue over his lips.
Colt wasted no time. He dropped to his knees behind Shane and spread the man's buttocks wide
open. "I gotta lick your ass," he said, and pushed his tanned face into Shane's cheeks.
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