Cowboys

by Tom Graham

  “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 Rawlins 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.

  First, Colt broad-stroked Shane’s buttocks with his rough tongue. Then he darted into his musky ass crack. Shane shuddered, wiggling his butt from side to side. He felt his butt hairs glide along Colt’s flicking tongue. Shane heard Colt’s grunts, his choked moans of lust. The cowboy nuzzled his face against Shane’s sweet butthole and greedily sucked up his sweaty butt juices. Then wham! Colt’s tongue landed right on Shane’s butt bud. “Yeah,” Shane moaned, lusty shivers running along his spine. “Suck my hole,” he hissed, thrusting his butt against Colt’s invading tongue.

  Gluing his mouth to Shane’s butthole, Colt buried his nose in the fine, golden ass hairs sprouting around Shane’s butthole. Then he stuck his thick, hot tongue up Shane’s bunghole. “Fuck, yeah. Suck my hole,” Shane said, enjoying the fantastic sensation of Colt’s rough tongue wiggling inside his hole.

  Suddenly, Brody Hughes burst into the bunkhouse. A wild grin creased his rugged face. Brody was a ranch hand from Wyoming, and Colt was his fuckbuddy.

  Shane stared at Brody’s 210 pounds of lean, hard muscle packed on his six-foot-two frame. The redheaded cowboy wore a faded Levi’s jacket over a tight T-shirt cut just above his navel, revealing an impressive set of rock-hard abs. Tufts of black pubic hair curled over the waistband of his white cotton briefs that were exposed by his low-slung 501s. His boots were caked with dried mud.

  Brody tromped over to the fridge and grabbed a beer. He popped it open and watched incredulously as Colt pushed Shane to the floor and straddled him, planting his butt squarely on Shane’s surprised face. “Eat my ass,” he said. Shane smiled. He was more than ready to chow down on some hot, sweaty cowboy butt.

  Brody’s powerful, square jaw hit the floor. His coal-black eyes opened wide with amazement. Fuck! His buddy was getting rimmed! Brody quickly stripped to his skivvies. His cock bolted up and pushed through the pee-flap, its head sticking out lewdly. With a savage glint in his eyes, he shucked off his briefs. Brody’s fat pisser quivered violently. Thick salty drops of precum dripped from his pisshole and trickled to the floor, forming a puddle between his toes.

  Brody knelt and forced himself between Shane’s muscular legs. He lifted Shane’s calves and pitched them across his brawny shoulders. Then the hairy cowboy reached under to grab Shane’s sweat-slicked buns and wrenched them wide apart. With a lusty growl, he positioned the blunt tip of his precum-drooling cock against Shane’s quivering butthole.

  Brody’s fingers squeezed Shane’s ripe buttocks. “Fuck,” Brody snorted. “Nice firm buns, stud!” With a hearty grunt he sliced into Shane’s ass. Shane grimaced with pain when he felt Brody’s spasming cock glide up his tight asshole.

  “Awwww, fuck!” Shane cried out. But the pain soon grew into pleasurable waves of lust. He clenched his bunghole around Brody’s pumping cock.

  “Like my cock, huh?” Brody grunted thickly. He sloshed his bulldong in and out of Shane’s slick asshole.

  “Fuck me, stud,” Shane begged. “Fuck me with your big, hard cock!”

  While Brody brutally ass-fucked Shane, Colt tightened his massive tree-trunk thighs around Shane’s head and grinned lecherously. He mashed his butthole against Shane’s fluttering tongue. “Eat my ass. Eat it!” Colt shouted. Shane licked the blond hairs swirling around Colt’s musky hole. He thrust his tongue inside Colt’s butt and twirled it around and around. Colt moaned and squatted down even harder on Shane’s probing tongue. Shane glued his mouth around Colt’s butthole and sucked it inside out.

  Colt howled like a maniac. “AWWWW FUUUCK!” he screamed, fisting his cock. Thick drops of precum seeped from his pisshole. “Eat it stud. EAT MY HOLE!”

  Brody continued to plow Shane’s asshole with his massive cock. After Shane had to
tally rimmed Colt’s ass, Colt was ready for a blow job. He grabbed Shane’s head and held it steady as he forced his spasming cock down Shane’s throat. At first Shane gagged and moaned, but then he sucked in his cheeks and took Colt’s bloated cock all the way down his throat. His tongue fluttered up and down beneath Colt’s throbbing prick.

  “Suck it!” Colt panted. “SUCK MY COCK!”

  Shane gasped for air. His mouth was stuffed to bursting with Colt’s beefy rod. Shane let Colt’s cock slide out of his mouth to take a few quick breaths. But Colt couldn’t wait to mount Shane’s face again and stuff his huge balls down the struggling cowboy’s mouth.

  Colt ran his hands over Shane’s muscular pecs, kneading the hard golden-tanned flesh between his sturdy hands. He grabbed Shane’s nipples and gave them a hearty pull. Shane moaned, his body shuddering with each tug on his tender nipples. He sucked Colt’s fat balls into his mouth and slurped noisily on them.

  “Awwwww, fuck!” Colt cried out. “Suck my balls, stud. SUCK ’EM!”

  Colt reached for Brody’s thick nipples. He grabbed the tips and dug his nails into them.

  Brody screamed, “ARRRRGH! FUUUUUCK!” Shane felt Brody’s cock expand inside him. Brody plowed deeper and deeper until his hairy nuts crashed against Shane’s swollen balls. Colt hunched forward and sucked Brody’s licker into his hungry mouth. Hot spit bubbles dribbled down their mouths as they exchanged a long, hot kiss.

  Brody’s cock swelled inside Shane, totally filling his asshole. It felt like a hot water pipe ready to burst. Yeah, Brody’s cock was ready to explode!

  “FUUUCKK!” Brody howled. “GONNA SHOOT. GONNA FUCKIN’ SHOOT!”

  Shane looked up at Colt. His eyes were wide open, his handsome face filled with lust. “AWWWW FUUUCK, AWWWW FUUUCK!” Colt cried. His mouth twitched, his body shuddered, and hot sweat streamed over his muscles. He whipped his head from side to side.

  “Want my load?” Colt said.

  “Yeah,” Shane rasped. “Give it to me!”

  “Hold on, Colt,” Brody growled. “I’m gonna squirt!”

  Colt bellowed as he drove his cock down Shane’s spasming throat. Shane writhed helplessly as Colt’s hot, frothing cum blasted over his tongue and rushed down his throat.

  “FUUUUUUUUCCCKKKK!” Brody howled. He smashed into Shane’s butt, sinking his hot bullcock to the very root. A fountain of foaming white jizz sprayed from Brody’s wide pisshole, filling Shane’s asshole like lava. Shane’s sweat-soaked body shuddered violently as he gurgled and choked on the hot cum dribbling from the corners of his swollen mouth. His sore asshole spasmed as Brody’s bulljizz slowly trickled out.

  “The fridge is full of cold beer, and we’re hornier than hell,” Colt said. “Think you can handle an all-nighter?”

  Shane’s cock jerked lustily at the prospect of more fucking and sucking with the two cowboys.

  “Yeehaw!” Shane cried, thinking Colt and Brody sure knew how to welcome a stud to the Q Ranch.

  PONY EXPRESS

  Vic Winter

  It’s imperative this letter get through,” Dawson said as he handed Zeke a thick vellum envelope with neat, square writing on it: COLONEL WILMINGTON, FORT WASHINGTON.

  Johnny Samuels tried to grab the letter from him. He always wanted the next run, even when it wasn’t his turn. His grubby hands didn’t even touch the fine paper, though. “Imperative means it’s real important, Ezekiel,” Johnny told him.

  Zeke rolled his eyes and put the letter in his mailbag. He knew what the word meant. The mail always had to go through. If Dawson said it was imperative, it just meant there’d be trouble if he didn’t get the letter to its destination.

  “The outlaws have been attacking all manner of folk lately,” Dawson said. “Been worse than them Indians. But you get as far as Lonesome Pass and Tom’ll meet you there with a fresh horse. He’s got a couple of soldiers with him, help you get to Fort Washington.”

  Zeke nodded at Dawson and donned his hat and gloves. “I’ll get her through, boss.”

  “I know you will.”

  He shook Dawson’s hand, like he always did, and eagerly mounted Lightning. There was nothing he liked better than riding—well, almost nothing. He smiled, thinking of Tom up at Lonesome Pass. Even the recent attacks on the Pony Express couldn’t curb his enthusiasm.

  He made sure his mailbag and canteen were securely over his shoulder, put his bandana up over his mouth and nose, and grabbed the reins. “Come on, Lightning,” he said. “Gotta live up to your name again.”

  Soon they were at the edge of town, and it didn’t take any time at all before they’d left the buildings behind them, and it was just Zeke and his horse, kicking up dust as they pounded over the dry trail. The sun sat high in the sky, bright and hot, and Zeke flowed with Lightning, his body rocking as they galloped. He could do this in his sleep, he thought—even had once or twice.

  He didn’t stop to eat, but he did slow a little as he pulled some jerky out of his bag and chewed off a piece. He should have known better, because that’s when the shooting started. There was a distant bang and a buzz, just past his ears.

  “Shit!” He dropped his jerky and adjusted the reigns real quick, sliding to one side as he hugged Lightning’s body, making himself as small a target as possible. He didn’t need to do anything to get Lightning to go full out. If that first bullet hadn’t been enough to do it, the next two would have been.

  Lightning ran fast as a horse could, Zeke clinging tight with his legs, thighs gripping hard as Lightning’s hooves beat a rapid tattoo.

  Zeke’s luck held. The outlaws were far enough away that they had no real hope of hitting him and didn’t bother giving chase. Of course, by the time Zeke had outrun the shooting, his heart was pumping so hard his blood was going through his veins faster than Lightning could run.

  Lathered in sweat, Lightning’s sides heaved as he kept moving, and Zeke thanked God they didn’t have much farther to go before Lonesome Pass. The high cliffs offered shade and some shelter, but at the same time it made for easy pickings if someone had a mind to shoot you—there was nowhere to go and the Pony Express outpost was little more than a stable with a roof and one rock wall.

  Zeke heard a shout as he pushed Lightning to keep going. It was Tom’s voice carrying on the dry air. “Rider coming in!”

  “Pony rider!” Zeke called back, letting Tom and whoever was with him know he wasn’t an outlaw.

  The shooting started again as soon as he’d called out, bullets zinging by his ears, a heck of a lot closer this time. Zeke flattened himself against Lightning’s back and held on as those hooves picked up speed again.

  As they flew into the stable, Lightning nearly running into the rock wall, a soldier popped up right behind him and fired in the direction Zeke had just come from. Zeke was breathing nearly as hard as Lightning, and he was nearly as wet, too, sweat dripping into his eyes as he slid off Lightning’s back.

  Hands pulled him down into a small space beneath a bench, and he curled up with Tom, wincing as bullets flew past him.

  “Lightning gonna be okay out there?”

  “Don’t know, Zeke. Gotta trust he ain’t gonna get hit because no way is he gonna fit down here with us.”

  Zeke nodded and tried to grin, but it turned into a grimace as a bullet hit the rock by Lightning’s head. Zeke wriggled out, Tom’s fingers grasping at him, trying to keep him beneath the bench. “Just a sec,” he growled, leaning up far enough to grab Lightning’s reins. “Come on, boy. Lie down now. You’ll be safer. Come on.”

  Lightning reared up, eyes rolling, but then let Zeke pull him down. Nostrils flaring, Lightning whinnied and shook his head. Zeke petted his forehead. “Just stay down, boy. It’ll be okay.”

  He let Tom’s hands pull him back under the bench and met his worried green eyes under a thatch of red curls. It made Zeke grin to see those messy curls. Tom was always in need of a hair-cut and today was no different. He pushed them out of the way and patted Tom’s head.

&n
bsp; “I’m all right. And now Lightning is too. Where’s the other horses?”

  “Back at the other end of the pass with the other soldier. Nobody’s shooting that end.” Tom’s voice was soft, and he reached out a hand, wiping dirt from just above Zeke’s nose. “You’re a mess.”

  Zeke nodded. “I had to ride hard. This isn’t the first time I been shot at today.”

  Tom’s eyes widened, and Zeke was pulled close to the lean body, the freckles across Tom’s nose standing out as his face paled a bit.

  Zeke kept petting. “ ’S all right, Tommy. I ain’t got shot, right?”

  “Not yet.”

  Zeke just grinned, another bullet hitting the rock face above them, making his body vibrate with the sound and what it meant. “Nope. Not yet.”

  “Let’s keep it that way.”

  Zeke nodded and pressed closer against Tom, their bodies touching from necks to boots. Zeke felt a rush of something that had nothing to do with being shot at go through him, and he pressed his lips to Tom’s, the kiss hard but not nearly as quick as he’d meant to make it.

  “Zeke.”

  “What?” Like he didn’t know.

  “We said we weren’t gonna do that no more.”

  “You want me to stop?”

  Tom was quiet so long that Zeke thought maybe he did want him to stop, that this time was the time Tom would actually back away and stand firm. But then those green eyes went dark, and Tom pressed his mouth to Zeke’s again, kissing him hard enough his lip split on his teeth.

  Moaning, Zeke started humping against Tom, licking his way into his mouth, fucking it with his tongue like there was no tomorrow. Which, considering the bullets flying past them, maybe there wasn’t.