I didn't really think he was a real cowboy, even with the boots he was wearing. I mean, how many real cowboys are there in the world anymore?
I was in the country, just outside of Provo, for some unknown reason that had to do with my boyfriend and his job. I'd agreed to come along to keep him company but then he was gone all day working and I was stuck with nothing to do.
I had told myself it would be a good chance to write more, to really get started on my new novel. I was going to push the gay novel in a new direction - no coming out story, no mythical gay city on the hill full of whacky characters. No - my gay novel was going to be full of the guys I knew - hot queens with too much money who know that with the right haircut, tattoos and perfect pecs, you can become one of the chosen few. This wasn't some bitter tirade against the perfect gay man - that's the kicker. To become the ultimate gay stereotype represents supreme freedom from any of the rules that bind mere mortals and my protagonists use that freedom to truly change the world.
A-Gay as Super-Gay: At least, that's the idea in my head but I haven't really thought it through. That's what I was going to do on this trip in Montana, wait... no Utah. Wherever the fuck we are. But I haven't really written anything much. Confinement for writers is over-rated.
But my boyfriend was footing the bill, or his company was, so why not come along? Although, I'm missing the gym and it's really not possible to get my supplements out here. I needed to drive into the City, if Provo is a city.
But that's how I met the cowboy, or the cowboy-ette, -ish... whatever he is. Maybe he is a cowboy. He had the boots at least.
I was in a Build it Big store near downtown, looking around at the powders and pills. Ahhh, there was my magic powder! This stuff really gave my energy, really made me pop. I hit the weights hard in the gym and after, well, after I'm ready to just EXPLODE. It's like my cock lifted weights too. It gets hard in an instant and wants to just fuck, fuck, fuck. My boyfriend loves it when he comes home and I've hit the gym real hard and I'm bouncing off the walls ready to fuck him until he cries, really cries because I'm ripping him apart. It's really heaven.
So I was loading up on the stuff I like the best to boost me for the workout, pump me up and keep me going all night and in walks the cowboy. He was kind of a dirty blonde, not usually my type but I guess it was the cowboy boots that got my attention. Normally, I'd look at that and think he looked like a dumb-ass but, hell, I was in Wyoming after all. Or wait, Utah. Whatever.
He gave me a once-over from the isle across from me that wasn't subtle. I guess you can't be out here. It's not like the big dumb jock behind the counter was gonna let me fuck him so I thought the cowboy would do just fine. I nodded.
"Howdy." he said.
Howdy! No way! Too good. "'Sup," I said, giving him my best ghetto vibe to match his country twang.
He looked puzzled but walked around the aisle toward me. "You're not from around here, are you?"
I laughed a little, "No."
"It is? Why's that?"
"I've slept with everyone 'round here and I need a new cock up my ass." He said that with a straight face, no smile, no wink. Just like it was a fact.
"Is that a fact?" I asked.
"Yep. That's a fact."
Now my boyfriend doesn't mind that I fuck other guys, mainly because I don't tell him and he's the trusting type but taking this cowboy to our hotel to fuck him might break our sacred bond so we had to find another option.
Luckily, my cowboy seemed to have that already figured out. "Follow me," he said as he jumped in a truck straight out of Brokeback Mountain.
"Jesus," I thought. I am not gonna fuck anywhere too uncomfortable. I don't care how good his ass is.
He pulled off at a ranch, an actual ranch! I mean this was too much. It really was Brokeback Mountain or, I was hoping, Bareback mountin'.
He was quite a few yards ahead of me and wasn't waiting for me to follow. He just kept walking his cowboy walk and headed into a big ol' barn.
I soon discovered why this cowboy wanted new cock because he obviously LOVED cock. He fell straight to his knees and pulled my long, uncut Brazilian mean out of my pants and began to work his tongue under my foreskin in the way that drives me crazy. His tongue slid around and inside my skin, sucking up the sweat and making my cock head swell in anticipation.
I sat back on a bale of hay and let him worship my Latin meat with that cowboy tongue and lips. We both began to moan. He was working my cock like I've never had it worked before and he clearly loved my uncut meat.
"Oh, I want that big cock inside me, fucking me," he said.
"Well then let's get this big cock inside you."
I had popped a handful of my supplements on the drive over and I could feel the energy just pulsing through me. I was gonna split this horny cowboy in two.
But first, I got him down and got my tongue nice and deep up his hole, making it nice and wet. I could tell this boy had been fucked - a lot - but I like my holes like that. I want them open and juicy, like a pussy with balls and a cock on top. Man, this was gonna be a good fuck.
I pushed his legs up in the air and dropped another load of spit on his sweet ass before pressing my uncut meat up against him.
I waited a second there and looked at him to see what was in his eyes.
His face was open, eyes bright and he nodded.
I didn't enter gently. My balls were too loaded for that. I shoved my hard 8 inch cock straight up his shoot and began to furiously pound him.
"Yes. Fuck my fuck-hole you stud. Make me feel it!"
I just kept pounding and he began to whine like a little bitch whore the way I like it. I'm gonna make you cry, little whore.
"Oh give it to me you fucker!"
Yeah, I though, I'm gonna make you cry with my huge cock pounding your prostate. You're gonna wish you had never looked me up and down in the store. But just when I thought he was gonna beg me to stop pounding him so hard, his hole seemed to open up a bit more and something deep inside him grabbed my swollen cock head. It was like he had a mouth deep inside his hole that was giving me a blowjob as I fucked him.
We fucked like that for what seemed like hours, my cock head ready to explode from the feeling inside his raw hole and me splitting him wider and wider.
Who was gonna win this battle? I wasn't sure but I knew that I was gonna fuck him like I'd fucked no other. We were both building toward it and he put his hand on his fat cock and began to stroke it.
This was the moment. His amazing ass sucked on my cock as I pounded, and I could feel my balls tighten. The load seemed to start in my belly. I could feel it pulsing and throbbing as it went first down to the base of my cock and then slowly climbed upwards reaching toward the heat that was emanating from this cowboy's pussy.
I wanted to make him cum first and I could see it was about to happen. He took a deep breath in and the first small spurt shot out of his fat cock.
"Oh, I'm gonna split you, you fucker so shoot that huge load," I screamed and my cock began to shoot a huge load deep inside him. "Oh, yeah! I pumped all the way inside him and could feel his ass suck on my meat, drinking in all my juice."
His cock was shooting all over the place now. He couldn't control it. He was moaning and, yes, crying. Tears were streaming from his eyes as I pumped my juice into him and his juice out of him.
"You're crying, buddy" he said "you okay?"
"I'm fine. It's just sweat."
I wiped my eyes and got up.
I drove back to the hotel to shower up before my boyfriend got home. No need to complicate a perfectly good relationship.