Cowboys

by Tom Graham

  “Oh, that’s right, baby,” Tucker groaned around his own hot mouthful. “Get your tongue up under that foreskin. Oh, I love that. You’ve done this before, haven’t you?”

  “Never,” Alex replied, and opened wide to take Tucker completely into his mouth, gagging only slightly this time.

  Tucker slipped his big hands beneath Alex’s buttocks and raised his hips, moving his tongue to the dark, damp tastes of the younger man’s ass. After running his tongue along the length of Alex’s crack, Tucker set to work licking and sucking at the tightly puckered hole hidden beneath his dark body hair.

  “Oh, Tucker,” Alex groaned. “Oh, yes. Use your tongue.”

  Tucker slid his tongue deep inside Alex as he reached back to stroke the slick, hard shaft he’d been sucking. Alex continued to gobble down Tucker’s cock as the man tightly rolled his tongue and flicked it in and out of Alex’s hole.

  Tucker felt himself draw close to orgasm and just as his balls tightened, he rose, kneeling alongside Alex’s head and shoulders with his cock stuffed straight down the younger man’s throat.

  “I’m going to come,” Tucker cautioned. Alex moaned and increased the force of his suction, bringing Tucker over the edge. Tucker threw back his head and grunted, emptying his hot white load into Alex. The spunk filled his mouth, and Alex guzzled it down, savoring its heady, gamey taste. Pulling his cock free, Tucker squeezed the last, thick drops out over Alex’s open mouth and leaned down to kiss him deeply. He sucked some of his own juice from Alex’s mouth, then licked around the man’s face and lapped up what remained from his stubbly cheeks.

  “Did you like that?” Tucker asked.

  “Yeah,” Alex sighed.

  They used their long johns to clean up and settled into bed beneath the heavy quilts. Tucker pulled Alex up close along his side and wrapped a big, beefy arm around him.

  “Are you glad I interrupted you this morning?” Tucker asked sleepily.

  “Oh, yeah,” Alex said through a yawn. “Very glad.”

  They fell asleep as the moonlight glittered along the acres of Weston’s Spread, the fingers of Alex’s left hand tangled in the hair on Tucker’s chest.

  URBAN COWBOYS

  Dominic Santi

  Jake was what you might call an urban cowboy. He stood about five eight, slender and wiry, with close-cropped red hair and freckles. His idea of “business casual” was skintight faded denims, a pristine white T-shirt, cowboy boots, and a well-worn black Resistol that he tipped politely as he “sir”ed and “ma’am”ed his way down the hall to his cubicle each morning. It had been ten years since my last broken leg had forced me from the rodeo circuit and into an office, but I’d kept myself in shape, and I still appreciated young studs who wore the uniform comfortably and knew the value of a good horse.

  This was Jake’s first job since graduation. The other members of our equestrian supplies design team looked askance at the Western scenes on Jake’s mouse pad. A couple of the snootiest were given to shuddering visibly at the country music blaring from his headphones when he tossed them on the desk and leaned his compact little ass back in his chair to chat. Personally, I didn’t give a fuck what Jake wore, or how he did his work. He was a helluva graphics artist, and he had a real feel for the needs and desires of both horses and the men who rode them. Hell, I even liked his taste in music.

  I also knew his straight-guy routine was bullshit. As the MIS manager, I had unlimited access to the Internet-history files of all employees at the company. I snoop. Okay, I’m a shit—so sue me. I knew for a fact Jake spent damn near every lunch hour—and stayed late—using the company’s ISDN lines to cruise some of the raunchiest gay porn sites on the Web. I sat up and took notice when he bookmarked some even I hadn’t found yet. None of the VPs knew a mouse from their dick, so the information wasn’t going anywhere—especially since I had records of the places those perverts visited, and the unlisted home phone numbers their wives answered.

  A short while after finding out about Jake’s predilections, I found myself again working late. The cubicles outside my glass-walled office were dark. So I drew the blinds and locked the doors. Then I went back to my desk and sat back down to admire the scenery.

  Jake was kneeling on my desk, his ass in the air, jeans shoved down to his ankles and tangled around the tops of his boots. At my request, he wasn’t wearing underwear. His hard-on bobbed just over the top of the polished mahogany, a clear strand of precum drooling from the mostly exposed head of his surprisingly thick uncut dick. His lean, muscular thighs framed a couple of darkly furred, heavy low-hangers, and he’d been wiggling just enough that the toes of his boots had slipped over the edge of the desk, blocking access to the drawer. That was okay. I’d already put the condoms and a huge squirt-top bottle of lube next to my engraved penholder, which meant right next to where Jake’s flushed face rested on his arms. His Resistol was perched on the middle of his back. I’d told him that if it fell off, I’d stop. He’d been squirming so much that I wondered if he hadn’t glued the damn thing to his sweat-soaked tee.

  Not that I had any intention of stopping. Without saying a word, I leaned forward and licked another long, slow swipe up my horny little rodeo pony’s crack. He moaned into his arms and arched his ass back toward me. I obliged him by tickling my tongue over his pretty pink pucker.

  “You like that, stud?”

  “F-feels real good, Mr. B.” Jake’s hips twitched, and his asslips fluttered against my tongue.

  “Tastes good, too,” I laughed evilly. I reached down and resituated my hard-on, then put my palms on his asscheeks and deliberately drew them even farther apart. I swirled my tongue over his asslips. Jake groaned loudly. Gradually, I poked the tip in, reaching for his dank, tangy heat. As he loosened, I sank in enough to get a really good grip. Then I started sucking on his asslips.

  “Fuck!” Jake bucked like a just-saddled colt. He arched into my mouth, moaning and clawing at the desk as I tongue-fucked him into fits. But the hat didn’t fall off and he didn’t try to get away. I’d learned real fast that Jake’s not-so-straight asshole is the center of his universe. I slurped and sucked until his balls pulled up tight and I knew he was close to coming.

  Then I leaned back and pressed a good-sized butt plug up his spit-slobbered ass. The toy slid in with damn near no resistance. Jake gasped and stiffened, his entire body going still as he realized what I’d done. Then he groaned and his ass commenced to clenching and flexing as he adjusted to the pressure of the firmly ensconced ass stretcher.

  “Shit, Mr. B. That’s big!”

  Another large dollop of precum oozed out of his dick, puddling on the shiny wooden desktop. I leaned back and admired the scenery, stroking my cock through my now-wet jeans and enjoying the smell of horny ass on my lips.

  “It’s just the right size to get you ready for mounting, ponyboy.”

  “Y-yes, sir,” he gasped, breathing heavily as his ass muscles quivered. My little cowboy was adjusting to the feel of the thick horsehair tail hanging down from the base of the plug. I’d had it custom made, so the soft, brown, polyester faux hair was long enough to brush over the backs of his thighs if he wiggled just the right way. I watched Jake’s hips work, trying to surreptitiously get the tail moving back and forth enough to tease the tops of his legs. Damn, that boy was a first-class slut.

  “You make a damn fine ponyboy, Jake.” I reached over and slapped his ass hard. “Keep that tail twitching so your cock and ass stay lively while I do some work.”

  To a muffled, “Yes, sir!” Jake’s hips started a slow undulating motion, moving carefully from side to side. I wrapped one hand around my dick and took my mouse in the other. In reality, there was no way I was going to get any work done with a distraction like Jake at hand. But I knew he’d hear the clicks and beeps as I logged online and pulled up the main screen of what had turned out to be a favorite porn site for both of us. Jake would think I was ignoring him and nonchalantly working while he fought to take that thick, fake co
ck.

  Fat chance of that, even though the models on the website were all cowboys. Lots of boots and hats and outdoor sucking and fucking in tranquil country scenes. None of the ass shots were anywhere near as good as what was waiting on my desk. In reality, I didn’t want Jake squirming too much. His ass is so sensitive he’d eventually shoot just from that stimulation.

  But I still wanted to play. He shivered as I pumped a huge glob of lube into my hand. His groan seemed to vibrate through his whole body as I slathered the cool gel over his balls and started tugging.

  “You’re hung like a horse, pal. Think I’ll help you work up a good load of sperm for me.”

  The horsehair brushed lightly over my arm, but Jake’s overall movement slowed in response to the pressure on his nuts. I rubbed the heavy eggs between my fingers, savoring the warm fullness of his horny young flesh—and the way he jumped and gasped each time my thumb slid back to tease his perineum. With a final glance at the computer, I pumped out more lube and slicked up my own dick, shivering as the cool gel and my hot hand slid over my hungry horse dick.

  “Looks like this particular ponyboy is hot to be fucked.” My trail-boss voice wasn’t particularly authentic, but I didn’t give a shit. Apparently, Jake didn’t either, from the way his cock jumped when I gloved it in my hand. I deliberately pulled his long, loose foreskin up over the glistening, deep red, hypersensitive head of his dick. He cried out, shaking as I jacked him, jacked us both, while the horsetail trailed over my arm.

  I almost didn’t stop in time. Jake stiffened. I grabbed the base of his dick hard, holding perfectly still and squeezing as I watched him shudder through a near-orgasm.

  “No way, cowboy,” I growled. “You don’t get to come until this here stallion’s dick is buried all the way up your slutty ass.” When he nodded, I walked around to the other side of the desk and lifted my cock to his lips. “Get me ready to ride you, ponyboy. Get my big ol’ stallion dick nice and slick so I can take you for a long, hard ride.”

  Jake licked once over the head, wetting it just enough for me to slide easily over his lips. Then he opened his throat. I gasped as he swallowed me whole. My nuts surged and I grabbed his ears, yanking him back and holding him still, closing my eyes so I wouldn’t see his tongue reaching for me as I willed myself back from the edge. When I finally had my breathing under control again, I slapped his face sharply. Then I let him take me back in his mouth. Jake is the most enthusiastic cocksucker I’ve ever met. He purely loves to swallow dick. I panted through his rhythmic sucking as his tongue teased the hell out of the sensitive V beneath my dickhead.

  “Mmm, boss. Damn, but you taste good!”

  His hot tongue was fast as lightning, each jolt of searing licks followed by a long, wet, soothing slurp into his throat. I knew I couldn’t take much of his talented mouth. So when my nuts were ready to explode, I thrust deep, one last time. Then leaned over him, and gave his ass a quick sharp slap. Jake’s happy groan vibrated over my shaft as I pulled free of his dripping lips and went back around to his rear.

  There was a puddle of precum beneath Jake’s dick. His ass had been slowly rocking the entire time I fucked his throat. I grabbed his nuts again, squeezing them sharply a half-dozen times before I slowly stroked up his dick. Jake jumped so hard the hat lurched. With a devilish grin, I wiped the pool of cooling dick-juice onto my fingertips and slid my hand under his shirt. His tits were hard. They got harder as I pinched. Jake groaned and shivered.

  “F-feels good, sir.” The ass wiggle set the horsetail swinging again.

  “Damn right,” I growled, carefully hiding my shudder as the horsehair again tickled my arm. “I’m going to milk your tits and your dick and your nuts, then I’m going to fuck you, ponyboy.” I twisted the other nipple. “This stallion’s ready to mount your ass and ride you hard. You ready for some top-class stud service?”

  “Yes, sir!” Jake gasped. He cried out as I pulled on the horsehair. I tugged a few more times, letting the plug stretch him some more. Then I slowly pulled the pony-tailed butt plug free. It was warm from his ass, slick and dripping with lube. His asslips were loose and puffy, so goddamn inviting. I couldn’t resist one little kiss. Okay, more than one. Then I reached down and grabbed my dick. I indulged myself in a deep, long, slurping, sucking, tongue-fuck that had Jake moaning and shaking beneath me. Damn, his ass tasted fine.

  “Please, sir. Please! Fuck, oh fuck! That feels good!”

  My dick was ready to shoot. I stood up and gloved on the rubber. I stuffed handfuls of lube up Jake’s ass and slathered my dick. Then I positioned myself, grabbed his slender hips, and let the tip of my dick kiss softly up against his waiting hole. As I pressed against the warm gate to his body, I licked my lips and once again savored the taste of Jake’s ass.

  “Get ready for a ride, cowboy,” I growled, pressing in lightly. My dick slid in with no resistance. I shuddered as his warm, welcoming ass slowly enveloped my shaft. I swear his asslips kissed their way up my dick. Fuck, oh, FUCK! This boy was good! I held his hips tightly, setting up a slow, steady rhythm, in and out, in and out, grinding deep each time he gasped.

  “Harder, sir. Fuck me harder. Right there! Please!”

  I shook as he trembled violently at the pressure on his joy spot, then I shoved in again.

  Jake’s breathing quickened. I reached down and grabbed his nuts. They were tight up against his wildly waving cock. He was building up to one helluva come.

  “These ready to shoot, cowboy? You ready to drain your balls with a good, hot come?”

  “Yes, SIR!” he gasped. He arched up against me, the hat crushing between us. My hand slid down over his turgid shaft and as my fingers slid up, I felt the silky smoothness of his thoroughly exposed cockhead slide beneath my fingertips. Jake jerked hard beneath me. I felt the spasm all the way to my balls. I yanked his hips up hard and growled low in my throat.

  “Jerk your dick, cowboy. We’re going for a long, hard ride.”

  The ride was wild and rough. I ploughed his joy spot, bucking and grinding as the friction of his hole sliding over my shaft pulled the cum straight up out of my balls. I slid once more over his perfectly loosened asslips, sank deep into his hot, willing ass, then we yelled like banshees as Jake’s asshole clamped down over my suddenly spurting dick. I rabbit-fucked him through a shattering orgasm that left him shaking in my arms and me hanging limply on his sweat-soaked back, nearly destroying his cowboy hat.

  “Nice ass, stud,” I laughed as I stood up, peeled off the rubber, and tossed it into the wastebasket. I gave his butt one more appreciative smack.

  “Thanks, Mr. B.,” Jake smiled sheepishly. He pushed up onto his arms and looked over his shoulder at me. “Um, I came all over your desk, sir.”

  He had. Buckets worth, it looked like. Ropes of his sperm stretched across the polished surface and some had splattered onto the lube bottle and my penholder. One long, white sticky glob dripped down the spine of my leather-bound dictionary. Definitely my kind of office decor, though I knew I’d have to clean it up before the custodial crews arrived.

  “Same time next week, Mr. B.?”

  “You bet your ass,” I laughed, yanking my pants back up and tucking my thoroughly contented dick back inside.

  “I did,” he grinned. As he spoke, he stood up, pulling up his jeans and slowly turning around. The squashed Resistol stayed in place in the middle of his back. As I started to laugh, he grinned unrepentantly.

  “I stapled it to my shirt this time, sir. But I’m real good at designing ways to keep people in the saddle. You’ll see.”

  I had. And I fully intended to see more. I wiped down my desk, threw the toys in my bottom desk drawer, and pressed the lock. Then I followed Jake out the door and killed the lights.

  Damn, I love my job.

  PANIOLO

  Neil Plakcy

  Of course, when I wear these chaps at a rodeo, I’ve got jeans on underneath,” Kalani said, modeling them for me with nothing else on. “What do you think
, Kimo?”

  “I like them better like this,” I said. He was shirtless, and as I reached up and rubbed his nipples, his dick stiffened and stuck out of the opening at his crotch at a forty-five-degree angle. I kissed him, and our tongues danced with each other, the way Kalani and I had two-stepped earlier that night.

  Kalani was the handsomest, sexiest cowboy at the Paniolo Festival, and when I saw him that morning astride his palomino, I knew that if he turned out to like guys as much as I did, I wanted to ride that cowboy.

  Almost any Hawaiian is proud to tell you that the paniolos were the first American cowboys. Captain George Vancouver brought the first cows to Hawaii in 1792, and the first horses arrived around 1804. In 1832, Hawaii’s king invited Mexican vaqueros to teach islanders how to rope and ride. Because these wranglers spoke Spanish, the Hawaiians corrupted the word español into paniolo, and the word came to mean “Hawaiian cowboy.” Mainland cowboys only date to the 1870s, when vaqueros from Mexico started teaching Texans to ride and rope.

  The Paniolo Festival celebrates the heritage of our island cowboys. You might think Hawaii is all palm trees, beaches, and volcanoes, but the Parker Ranch, the largest privately owned ranch in the United States, is on the Big Island. As a mixed-race kid, part Hawaiian, part Japanese, and part haole (white), I’d grown up on legends of the paniolos—playing either the cowboys or the Indian—and my favorite part of the game was when Georgie Kamura tackled me and took me prisoner inside his makeshift wigwam. For some reason he insisted I remove all my clothes before he tied me up, but I didn’t mind one bit.

  I guess I was remembering those childhood games when I decided to fly to the Big Island for the Paniolo Festival. I lost touch with Georgie in seventh grade, when my parents sent me to private school, but I was hoping I might find a new cowboy to play with. Plus, something about all those sexy cowboys in one place really made my dick stand up and salute.