How would you like to be stranded at the tender age of eighteen without a cent in some godforsaken berg in the Texas Panhandle? It was summer vacation and my parents had given me enough money to travel to Dallas and work for my uncle who has a hardware store. I was going by bus, stopping here and there and taking my time as I was more interested in seeing the country than working for my uncle. In fact, I didn't even write to tell him I was coming. Then the bus stopped in this little town and Ill be god-damned if some son-of-a-bitch didn't try to steal my wallet containing not only every cent I had, but the rest of my bus ticket as well.
I told the local sheriff and he put me up for the night at his place. In the morning he gave me breakfast and called a friend of his who has a diner and gas station about forty miles out of town. The guy happened to be coming in that day and said he would pick me up and let me work for him as fry cook and bus boy until I earned enough to get to Dallas. I didn't want to wire home or my uncle as I'd never be allowed to do anything on my own again if they found out.
The guy turned out to be a very tall, very slender ex-cowboy who saved his money and at the age of twenty-five had opened this place on the truck route to Houston. Since my wages were only twenty dollars a week with room and board, I figured I'd have to work at least three weeks for my fare and enough money so I wouldn't be broke when I did get to my uncle's place.
I started working as soon as we got back but the job was hard and the heat there in June was terrific. When we closed up at 10 p.m. I was dead tired. I just took off everything but my shorts which were really sticking to me with sweat and threw myself into the double bed I was supposed to share with him. I was falling asleep when he came in and I half opened an eye to watch him undress. Very slowly, like he did everything else, he stepped out of his cowboy boots, peeled off his plaid shirt and with a little difficulty pulled down the skin-tight Levis he wore. Underneath he had on an old ragged gray-looking athletic supporter which he threw alongside the Levis. His chest was covered in short black hair forming a V which ended at his belly button.
This may sound funny to you but I had never seen a foreskin before. All the guys I had seen naked (which were very few) were circumcised. That prick of his was so big it looked like it had a hood over the head of it. It didn't just dangle down like mine and the other cocks I've seen, but sort of bent out like a half hard-on even when limp which it was now. He got into bed, and for the first time said something other than what my job required during the day. That was all the conversation we had until now. "Son, if you are as tired as you look you better lay on your belly."
"But I always sleep on my side, Sir!"
"Well, you can sleep anyway you want later, but for now ou better turn over!"
"What do you mean - for now?"
"Why, while you get your little ass fucked, course," he said as I felt my underpants being pulled down.
"You can't touch me. I'll tell the sheriff if you try anything!"
I just knew I'd be split wide open if he put that giant piece of meat into me. The only thing I could think of was to make him come before he could drive it home. I grabbed it and started jacking it off. He was fingerfucking me like crazy to get it opened up enough, I guess. But playing with it didn't seem to interest him at all as he just kept jabbing one long finger and finally two in my twitching asshole.
Then, more from panic than passion, I made a quick decision. I had never sucked or even thought of sucking anyone in my life but it seemed the only alternative. It was so big around that I had a hard time getting it into my mouth. I didn't have time to get sick at the thought of having a cowboy's cock down my throat. I just started sucking wildly and he threw himself back on the bed, wrapped those hairy legs around my head and shot for long, ard spurts of cum into me. I coughed and nearly gagged but I wasn't allowed to get up again until I had taken every drop.
When I awoke the next morning he was after my little smooth round ass again. When he saw he open my eyes he said, "All right. I guess you're too tight to take ten inches yet so we'll have to give you more of the same. Now here's your breakfast." And with that the big fat dick was stuck balls-deep into my face again. I struggled but he only took it out for a minute and that was just to slap he hard across the face with it and tell me to "take that pecker to the hair or else!"
I plunged that stud dong into my stinging eighteen-year-old face and sucked for all it was worth. That was the biggest breakfast I've ever had! I thought he would never stop coming and all the while my asshole was being fingerfucked.
He explained that servicing his basket was going to be my main chore while earning my money and that he would be patient with me until I could be screwed. He took down my panats and worked a medium-sized carrot covered with Crisco up my fanny. I had to work all day with it up there. Actually it didn't hurt a great deal but really starting tickling after a few hours. Before dinner he asked me how it felt and when I told him down came my pants again and a really big carrot went up. A little while later he was watching me for a long time as I sat wiggling in my chair and said, "You're coming along real nice, boy. You have any idea how far you got to go?"
"No sir!" I said.
He brought out a ruler, opened his fly, and told me to measure it. It was six-and-a-half inches soft. "Now get it hard and we'll see what your goal is."
I really felt humiliated kneeling on the floor of that kitchen with a carrot up my young ass and sucking on a cowboy ten years my senior who had ten hard inches of prong jutting out of a pair of faded jeans. When I saw that it measured a little over ten inches I pretty near passed out. I sat for the rest of the evening thinking of what it would feel like for I knew by now that there was no escaping getting fucked by that thing eventually. Then I noticed how the big carrot had stopped hurting and even felt good when I moved in certain positions.
The next day after breakfast (his prick), he put me face-down on the kitchen table, pulled the cheeks of my ass apart and worked a good-sized cucumber up into me until I thought I would scream. Actually it was more from the humiliation of having this big man fumble with my asshole that from pain as it didn't hurt very much. I felt like a baby spread out to be powdered and diapered like that on the table. I didn't have to work all day. He did what I was supposed to do as it was a slow day. I just had to stay there bare naked on the table and every time he got a spare moment the cucumber, which rested in my butt, would be turned or pulled in and out, or a few times he would actually fuck me in the ass with it.
Before dinner he walked around to the front where my head was, reached back and started shoving the cucumber in and out of me. I got so excited at the sight of his bulging Levis in my face that I opened the front and sank my face into his crotch where I sucked on each ball and finally both. I guess that was when he knew (and I did too by then) that I was ready. He picked me up like I was a playtoy and carried me upstairs to our room.
There I was spread-eagled on the big bed with my face in the pillow. As he peeled off his clothes, I knew what was coming. I knew I was going to have ten inches of cowboy pecker fucking my little virgin butt. I waited to feel his hairy chest on my back but instead what I felt was his unshaven face between my ass cheeks. At first I didn't realize what was happening and then I looked back and saw this big horse-cocked cowboy licking and sucking on my hairless asshole. I nearly went crazy from the sensation. He held my legs so I couldn't escape his long tongue as it darted in and out of where he was going to shove his cock. He licked up and down the crack and after at least thirty minutes of that I was fucked good and hard and long. It didn't hurt nearly like I thought it would. His meat felt red hot but kind of good too, moving in and out of me and after a few minutes in spite of myself I was screaming, "Fuck me, drive it home, man! Stick your big dick into my guts! Let me feel your hot cream, man! I want my asshole SCREWED!!!"
When he came he sunk his teeth into my shoulder and played with my balls. After that I got my cock sucked by him, only he took my six inches and my balls at once. I came in about three minutes, if felt so wild. We were at it all night long. He sucked on my tits, armpits, thighs, belly and feet until I was beside myself.
I never did go to Dallas. I was with him all summer although my duties were increased. Every time a good-looking cowboy came in for gas or a meal I would suck his cock, sometimes while the boss was fucking them. It was long before the word was out that there was a cute eighteen-year-old who could be fucked and who ate prick and I was having nine or ten visitors a day.
Well, would you have gone to Dallas?