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WARNING: THE FOLLOWING IS A SEXUALLY EXPLICIT FICTIONAL STORY. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, OR IF YOU ARE NOT INTERESTED IN READING ABOUT SEXUALLY EXPLICIT SITUATIONS AND ACTIVITIES.
"COWBOY" by Scott Brenson
I got lost on an old road outside Phoenix. Somewhere I had taken a wrong turn and now found myself driving down an unused road, cracked by the hot sun. Grass had peeked up through the cracks and I knew I was lost as hell. The car was beginning to overheat but I pushed it on hoping that around the next corner I'd find civilization. I didn't. The 'HOT' light kept flashing. The car was insisting that I water it down. There was a `boom' from under the hood and I pulled the car to the side of the old road and shut it down.
There was no breeze. Just the heat from the desert floor and a huge sun starting to set in an endless sky. There were no houses, no trees, just cactus, rocks and huge craggy mountainsides that bore no greenery whatsoever.
I looked under the hood and immediately saw the problem. The intake hose to the radiator had ballooned up and burst. Steam and hot water spewed out of it sending a small shower to the parched ground under the car. I had the tools to fix the problem but no spare hose. I stripped off my shirt and watched the sweat trickle down my tanned, muscled chest and waited.
Sat in the car for about an hour trying to decide whether I should wait for someone to show up by accident or start walking when it got cooler, when something in the rear view mirror caught my eye. It was an old pickup truck! I got out of the car and watched it approach. >From the light of early evening I seemed to see a driver in his mid thirties, black hair (from what I could see around the cowboy hat), tanned face...pretty handsome. He stopped the truck and got out. He wore a blue western shirt unbuttoned to the waist, stained with his sweat. A giant silver belt buckle reflected in my face causing me to squint as he approached. His jeans were dusty like he worked hard outside. His basket bulged against the denim. The jeans were winning, but just barely. His slender legs ended in cowboy boots. He was a good ol' farmer boy. "Name's Brady. Need some help?" he asked, smiling. I told him my name and the problem I was having with the car. He worked at a filling station about 10 miles away and said he was impressed that a city slicker would have the knowledge of what was wrong with his car and how to fix it. He said most folks from the city just wait to be picked up by a tow truck then pay whatever price their charged never knowing what repair was done.
"If you work at a service station, what are you doing way out here?" I asked. He told me that sometimes when business was slow, he'd bring some beer, park out here where there weren't any people and down a few. He said he was surprised I'd found his the place. I assured him it was a mistake.
It was hot as hell and I was parched. "You don't have a couple of beers with you now, do you?" I asked. "Sure! Want one?" "Yes!" He went to the back of his truck where he opened an old ice chest, pulled two beer cans out of ice then came back over and pitched one to me. I opened the two doors on the shady side of my car. I sat in the front seat with my feet out on the ground while he sat in the back in the same position. We drank the beers with only an occasional cicada to break the silence. Without asking, he jumped up and fetched two more cans. The ice cold beer went down fast. In an effort to quench my thirst, it didn't occur to me that I would get a buzz, too. Suddenly, I was feeling light-headed. The handsome stranger sat in the back seat staring into the distance in pretty much the same shape.
By the time we'd drunk a third beer, twilight had set in. It started cooling down just a little and Brady told me of his trips to the desert. About how it made him feel free and unrestricted and how sometimes, he confessed, the solitude mixed with the beauty of the desert and inspired by some beers would get him in the mood to jack off. He was sort of embarrassed to tell me that part and almost whispered it, confiding his secret. His voice trailed off when he remembered the ecstasy. He was buzzed, too. I looked back at him as he stared into the desert and saw a twitch in his crotch. Unconsciously, he reached down to rearrange things for more comfort. That's when I saw it's size. His dick traveled all the way across his left leg. The head tried to push up on the far outside of his pants. I was hard by now myself, and just about ready to make my move.
"Don't get me wrong. I ain't no queer or nothin'!" he apologized for his jack- off story. That sort of put me off. "What's wrong with jackin' off?" I asked, "when a guy's gotta shoot, a guy's gotta shoot." The beer was starting to talk, "If you don't have anybody to suck it out of you, a mans gotta take care of it himself." "Damn straight." He looked at me, his head a little wobbly from the brew, "You know what it's like, too, don't ya?" "Sure, who doesn't?" "Well, I get hit on all the time by th' ladies but all they wanna do is get their pussy's fucked. Shit, I can do that anytime. When I jack off I shoot more cum 'cause I can think of a lot hornier things than just pussy. Lots of things get MY dick hard. Not just pumpin' pussy." I was excited and nervous. What would this redneck do if I said the wrong thing? I couldn't figure out if he was baiting me or just plain dumb.
He was just plain dumb. A sexy, friendly, horny, hung, dumb, shitkickin' motherfucker. They don't make em that way in the big cities, but you can still get em in the desert. "Wanna `nother beer?" he slurred. "Sure," I answered. "It'll take a minute. Gotta take a piss." He stood up walked to the far end of his pickup truck. He looked even more sexy in the dwindling light. The way he swaggered and the masculine motion with which he unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his equipment. He stood, legs wide, face turned up to the sky as if reveling in the experience of pissing while taking in the first few stars of evening. I could tell exactly what he was doing by just watching him from the rear. The beltline of his levis dropped just below his ass-crack. No underwear. Nice tanline on those slim hips. He was beautiful.
I wasn't going to let him pee alone...not and miss a chance to see that pecker. I sauntered up behind him. He was already straddled but wasn't yet pissing. "Room out here for two?" I murmured. It startled him. His mind had been somewhere else. "Oh, man, didn't hear you comin'!" he said. His friendly manner suddenly made what was, for me, a nervous situation seem perfectly alright. He probably pissed with his buddies all the time and never thought anything of it. I stood about six feet to his right and pulled out my dick. Without turning my head, I looked out of the corner of my eye as best I could trying to catch a glimpse of his mancock.
In the low light I saw his long, narrow dick standing perfectly erect. It was at least eleven inches long! I had only seen that much meat on a white man once before and it was a long time ago. It wasn't out of proportion with his body, he was a long, tall cowboy with a long, tall cock. He just stood there letting it bounce up and down. Wasn't pissing or anything. Neither was I. The sight of his dick sticking out so inviting in the air cause me to get a boner too.
We stood there with our dicks out for a while. Both of us hard, neither of us pissing. When he realized I had spotted his erection he got embarrassed. "I know it don't look like it but I really do gotta piss. Don't worry, I'm not gonna jack off here or anything." Then he looked over at my rod sticking about 7 1/2 inches out of unbuttoned 501's. "Looks like you cain't piss, neither." "Just gotta relax, I guess," I answered with a nervous lump in my throat. I still didn't know how to read this guy. "Maybe if you stood over there," he told me, motioning me to move away from him." I turned, and with my back to him I found the nerve to ask him about his visits to the desert. "So, what gets you so excited out here all alone?" "Huh?" "You said you had fantasies that were better than the pussy you were plugging." "Oh!" he remembered. I heard the first sounds of his piss hitting the dry road. "Oh...well...you don't want to know that stuff." "Sure I do. All guys need jack-off fantasies." I was sure he'd come up with some twisted woman fantasy that would turn me off, but if it turned him on then I didn't care. My dick began to soften and I managed to squeeze some piss out. "Well," he took a deep breath, "you ain't gonna ever see me again, so I guess it don't matter I tell ya." "Right." "See, I ain't braggin' but...I got uh long fuckin' dick. Not all that big around but real long. I ain't never found a woman who can suck more than th' head of it. Most of `em can't even take it all up their snatch. Sometimes when I'm out here jackin' off I think of what it'd be like to get sucked all the way down to my balls." "That all?" I asked, amazed that his request was so simple. "Well, I've thought about doin' all kinds of things. You're from th' city. You heard about guys who get off doin' it with other guys?" "Yeah." "An' some of them let a man do any and everything to them. Know what I mean? They'll actually get down and suck another mans dick! Can you imagine lookin' down an' seein' a guys lips around your pecker? Man, a guy who'd do that would do anything. I mean...a pecker! You piss with it, you stick it up pussy, it lays around in your pants all day long gettin' sweaty while you work. Damn, puttin' it in a guys mouth! Some guys even do more than that," he added, amazed. "Man," I half said, half whispered, "You're giving me a hardon talking like this." "Yeah, me too." He walked over to me. I could hear the dry earth crunch under his boots. He stood right in front of me. In the dim light I could see his enormous pecker as he stroked while he looked at mine. "You got a nice prick. Big around. I ain't never seen another man's dick get hard. Ain't never touched one, neither," he said innocently. I stroked my cock, pinching the head and squeezing the last drops of piss out while he watched and felt his own pud. "Can I touch it?" I didn't answer. Just offered it to him and he put a trembling hand on my dick. "It's real hard!" he whispered. "I'm not going to tell anyone, man, play with it. Do whatever you want. You know those fantasies? Why don't you do them with me?" "Everything?" he let go of me and chickened out. "Oh, man, you don't know the dirty stuff I think about when I get to jackin' off!" "I don't care. Just do whatever you want." I guided his hand so he was holding my dickmeat again. The first thing he wanted to do was kneel and examine it up close. After a few minutes he put the head of my dick in his mouth. Real slow, he went down on it licking the head once it was inside him. His hand reached up instinctively and felt my flat belly and muscled pecks. After taking about half of me in his mouth he pulled it out. He was turned on and repulsed. Realizing what he had done he said, "Fuck. I was suckin' uh dick! You must think I'm some kind of queer." He stood up and started putting on his pants but I stopped him. I got on my knees and licked the length of his peter.
At first he tried to stop the perversion but stopped when I took the head in my mouth. I licked around the head and down the shaft. I positioned my head so I could accept his entire fuck-stick then went down on it non-stop. His prick slid down my throat leaving drops of urine as it passed my tongue. I opened my throat and the big meat plopped all the way down. Since it wasn't that wide it slid in easily. "Ohmygod!" he shouted, having been sucked fully for the first time in his life. His meat hardened even more once inside me. He thrust his hips in and out as if he were in autofuck mode. "Suck all that pecker, man!", he instructed as he slid the long meat in and out of my mouth. He pushed harder and harder and was getting ready to cum when I pulled it out of my mouth and took a breath. "What's wrong? Too much for you?" he asked a little disappointed. "No, but I wouldn't mind getting real nasty with you and I don't want you to blow you load and get out of the mood." "Don't worry about that, I have to cum at least 4 times to get out of the mood," he said. "Come on," he said excited, "I wanna blow my load down your throat." I took the big meat and let him start fucking again. He wasn't the friendly guy I talked to anymore, he was like a machine driving his piston into me faster and faster, lubricated by my saliva. Through his sighs, he breathed words, "goddam MAN suckin' me off...cum down his fuckin' throat...take it up to my balls." His hips thrust harder and his dick got thicker then suddenly he pushed it all the way into me. His flat, tanned belly slapped right against my face. "Eat this load!" he commanded. The base of his dick convulsed and I felt shot after shot of cowboy cum hitting the back of my throat. It was so strong that it almost pushed me away but he held my head with his hands and looked down at the mans face that was taking his load. I shot at the same time, creaming all over his boots. He pulled his pud out of my mouth slowly, leaving the last drops of his semen in my mouth. His rod glistened in the moonlight as it swung between his legs. I stood and looked into his handsome face. "I never shot a load with a man before," his voice trembled. "Maybe I shouldn't have cum into you. I'm sorry, I just got carried away." "I hope you meant what you said about having to cum more than once because I want you to do everything to me that you can think of." "Oh, I wasn't kiddin'. Just let me have a minute to recharge," he smiled when he said it. "But if you'll scuse me a second, I gotta piss again." "All that beer, huh?" "Yeah." "By now, it's probably just clear." "Huh?" "Your piss. It's just beer. You're just pissing water." "Yea, I guess," he turned away. "I could use a shower." "What?" "I've had a rough day, I need a shower." "Well, buddy, there's a shower back in town..." I grabbed his dick, knelt in front of it and aimed it at my face then looked up at him. He was amazed, "Man, you're too much. You been into my dreams, haven't you?" I closed my eyes and in a couple of seconds, a stream of hot liquid shot out of his pisshole and splashed against my chest. He pissed against my tits then all over my face. I felt his finger tugging at my bottom lip and I opened my mouth. "Thirsty, baby?" he asked, then finished emptying his bladder inside me with a sigh. He shook off the last drops and I wiped my face with my arm. I looked up at the appreciative and very turned-on cowboy. "How'd it taste?" he asked, really wanting to know. "Like hot water out of a long sexy hose," I told him, licking the head of his dick to get the last drop. "Wow," he was really impressed that someone would enjoy his dick and everything that came out of it. "You like it all, don't you?" "Everything you've got." "If it's just hot water, I wouldn't mind tastin' some piss, too," he said, lowering the back of the truck and sitting on it. "You sure?" not believing he was ready for the advanced' class. "Yeah, come piss on me." He lay on the truck bed. I took off my jeans and, completely naked, climbed onto the truck and straddled Brady's face, letting my semi-erect prick graze his lips. He reached up and licked it then started jacking himself off with one hand while holding my dick with his other. He guided me into his mouth. I got off on looking down at my cock-meat disappearing into such a handsome, horny, inexperienced cowboy. I relaxed and let the piss slide down my rod.
I saw the look of disgust and surprise as the hot, bitter manpiss hit his mouth. He pulled it out and my piss splash on the truck bed. Repulsed, he said, "Man, I'm eating a man's piss out of your cock! That's gotta be wrong!" "You're jacking off aren't you?" His hand was beating that meat faster and faster. It was the rationalization of what he was doing that turned him off. "Shut up and suck." I aimed my dick right in his face and a stream of piss hit his lips. He closed his eyes and I let it rip, firing it in his hair and face. I moved down his body so our dicks were next to each other. I pissed on his balls and all over his dick. Then I stood up in the bed of the truck and, towering over him, finished in my pissload in a line from his crotch to his open mouth.
"Oh man, I don't believe it," he sighed, jacking off that rock-hard dick. "You're right, it's just hot water. But when it comes out of a dick...man, it makes me hard!" I reached down to his boots and took some of my own cum off of them and smeared it on his cock. He sighed as I massaged it then knelt facing him and placed the cockhead against my asshole. "Shit, you're gonna let me fuck you like a woman?" he asked disgusted. It was as if our sexplay was innocent until then, but anal penetration was reserved for females! "No," I said flatly, "I'm going to let you fuck me like a MAN," then I took the first three or four inches of him up my ass. "Motherfucker that's good. Fuckin' a man's butthole. Shit, you're tighter than a pussy," he sighed. I tightened my butt against the invading manmeat and bobbed up then let my asslips suck on it. He almost couldn't stand it. I sat down further on it and he inhaled as I took him. "Like it?" I asked when I knew he was totally inside me. "Man, I feel like I never had sex before now!" He thrust his hips in and out fucking his eleven inches deep within me. Suddenly, he turned me over and was kneeling between my legs. He stared into my eyes as he slid that long mancock in and out of my butthole. "You like everything, don't you?" he thrust it in me real deep. "You like my dick and my cum...and my piss. I never thought a man would turn me on." The prick slid in and out of me faster and faster. I reached under myself to feel his dick as it repeatedly invaded my butt. His balls slapped against my sweating flesh. He never pulled out as far as the head (it was too long) and when he shoved it in, he fucked a place in my gut that's never known dickhead. The best part was that he was having fun. He genuinely liked trying everything. I must have been doing all the things he'd dreamed of. Suddenly, he lunged into me. My butt and his abdomen were like one. I felt a tinge of pain as his hardon went farther in me than before. He grimaced, closed his eyes and grunted. The attack stopped and deep inside I felt the creamy warmth of his second orgasm. He sighed as I reached between his legs and pulled his butt closer to me. I wanted all that fantastic meat and all its juice. He obliged by warming my bowels with his hot manjuice. He pulled out an inch then shoved it in so the cockhead went in a little different and I felt him cream a little more. "Yeah," he sighed, "suck my cock good." He moaned then slowly fucked the cum deep within my butt. He loved his cum and wanted me carry it in me for a while.
He withdrew and, exhausted, lay face down on the truck bed. In a few moments, I rolled over on top of him and began licking all over his ass. It was firm and small. Like two small melons, I parted them and delighted in the clean, soapy smell of a guy who had probably showered not two hours before. His asshole was perfectly clean and I licked it to his continued moans and half phrases like, "...eating my ass...can't believe it...oh, man, get in there." I parted those muscular cheeks and thrust my tongue up inside him. It took a few minutes but soon I was sucking that virgin ass for all it was worth. He was completely relaxed. Breathing deeply but slowly he said, "You can do anything, man...nobody's ever eaten my butt." At first, I thought of putting my rock hard dick up him, but my tongue hit something hard not far up inside him. "Uh, listen, guy, I guess I ought to take a break and take a shit," he said, starting to get up. I told him to lay down that I'd take care of it for him. "What, you're gonna take a shit for me?" "Sort of, just lay there." I went to my car. I found some lotion and a towel then went back to him. He looked beautiful laying there naked in the moonlight. I put cream on my fingers then on his butthole. He sighed as I started playing with his ass with my slick fingers. One at a time, I let them slide into his butt.
He made pain-inspired cautioning motions each time a new finger went in but I just stopped long enough for him to relax. Soon, I had four fingers in him. A few inches up I found it. My fingers explored the handsome man's turd to decide how big it was. It seemed to be about eight or nine inches long. I carefully moved it around in his intestine to his groans of pleasure, "Man, are you holding my shit? Hey, better watch out, I can't control it, I'm gonna do it." His ass muscles moved. I had it in my hand and followed his movement pulling a perfect manturd out of his ass with my hand. It was as hard as any dick I'd ever seen. It lay in my hand, warm and giving off its odor. Turned on like I'd never been, I held the turd in one hand and stroked my dick with the other. Covered with pre-cum, I slapped it between his cheeks. "Wait a minute, man. Hey, don't..." I slid into him about four inches before he could turn over. He groaned then relaxed, allowing my full hardon admission into his guts. "You pinned me down with your dick, you sonofabitch! I ain't no queer!" "Look at this," I said, dick still up him, as I lowered myself down to his turned face. "What, man?" he asked a little in pain. He opened his eyes to see his turd laying in my lotion-slick hand. The sight of it was almost enough to make him cum again. This guy liked seeing his own turds! His butt relaxed and he got into the rhythm that my dick was imposing on him. "My shit's so beautiful," he breathed, admiring it. He tried to reach it but I had him pinned down with a rod over half a foot up his butt. I slid my slick cock in and out of the guys ass for a long time. I hadn't had a virgin in years and was enjoying it. I pushed especially deep so I would hit his prostate. Guys have told me I have the perfect dick for that and they cream right away when I fuck it. I must have hit his because suddenly, he sort of whimpered. His body went limp and his ass got easier to fuck. I gave him my meat for fifteen or twenty minutes. During our fuck, I turned him over so he could look into the face of the man who's dick was up his ass. He saw that I was still holding his turd in my hand. He took it from me then rolled it around on his belly and held it up to his face. Finally, he lay it on his belly next to his own hardon. He started jacking off. Suddenly, he took the turd a shot his cum all over it. Blown away by the sight, I pulled out of his ass then straddled his face. I held the base of my dick tight and blew my wad right into his mouth.
The last drops were still cumming out of my dick when I felt him fondling my asshole. He played with it with is fingers then entered me. I thought he was fucking me again. I opened up as much as I could and felt the slick rod slide up inside me. THEN I felt his cock against my ass. "What the hell...?" "Buddy, I just shit up your ass," he told me. His voice was deep and guttural. His look was serious and horny like he enjoyed doing this and would probably do more. I had no idea where this sex play could go. "I fucked you with my dick then my turd. How's it feel to have my shit up inside you, baby? You know how you said you didn't mind what I did to you? Well, I didn't believe you at first. Now, I'm gonna do everything I want to you." My mind reeled with the thought of another mans shit inside my body being pushed even further up by his cock. I didn't know what else he could possibly want to do.
"Another beer?" He reached up, opened the cooler and brought out two more. He sat naked with is back against the cab of the truck and feet toward the opened back end. "Man, I've never been this horny or felt this good," he said, looking around at the stars in the desert night. "I never thought anybody'd do all the things I thought about when I jacked off." "I guess I'm your guy" "Is this what it's like being queer?" "No! Almost nobody does this stuff." "I never messed with a man before an' I never played with my shit in front of nobody else. It's like a big secret" He took a swallow of the beer, "Sometimes at home when I feel like I've got a nice big one in me, I lock the door then squat over a mirror and watch myself pass it." "Yeah, what else." "If it was a real pretty one I'd rub it next to my dick. If it was real hard like the one I gave you I'd put it back in me then shit it again. Shit's warm and sexy, you know? Once I did one that hardly smelled at all and I did something real nasty with it. I like my turds. I eat good food and make good long, hard shit. Turns me on to take a dump. I have to jack off almost every time I do it. Feels good. Wow, I shit in your hand! I can't believe it." "Then you shoved it up my ass," I added. He smiled as he stroked his erect pecker. He looked at me, touched my muscular chest then let his fingers search all the way down to my cock. He fondled my dick and balls then reached between my legs and touched my butthole. "It's right up there," he marveled. "Yep," I answered, excited to be carrying his excrement in my bowels. "Why don't you wrap those lips around my pecker again? Got some more piss for ya'. Then I want that turd back." "Indian giver," I smiled. I lowered myself between his legs and took him in my mouth and he let me have another bellyfull of manpiss. I swallowed fast but some trickled onto the truckbed. He pissed forever. The mans bladder must have been totally full. I drank until I couldn't take anymore then let the rest spurt out onto my face, washing the sweat, cum and whatever else caked it, away. I maneuvered his dick like a hose cleaning myself with his shower. I looked up and saw he was enjoying the bath I was giving myself with his urine. "Wooh, that's better. Now...let me have my turd back again." He lay down on the truck bed and motioned for me to squat just over his face. From a toolbox by the cooler he produced a flashlight and he aimed its light at my ass as I crouched over him. I wasn't sure I could do it. The turd had been fucked pretty far up inside me. I tried and farted but nothing happened. Then he pushed me down on his hard cock. He wouldn't let me have all of it, just enough to open me up. Then he pulled my butt up over his face again and parted my sphincter with his fingers. The flashlight was trained on my widening asshole. I felt his turd start to move in me. It was beginning to slide out. My body was trying to expel it. "Here it comes," I said. When Brady saw the tip emerge from my butt I heard him say, "God, that's sexy," I felt him lick my butthole and his own turd! Then, I felt his lips surround my hole which meant he had the thing in his mouth. He sucked real hard. It felt great! He pulled the shitstick out of me with his mouth. When it was out, I climbed off him. He was in such sexual rapture that the flashlight had fallen to his side. I grabbed it and shone it in his face to see his turd, shot from my guts sticking out of his mouth! His eyes were closed and he made moaning sounds. I knew then what he did with those special turds he made. He was jacking off and looked close to orgasm. Quickly, I sat on the fuckstick. He made a sound then bucked up into my asshole depositing a fourth orgasm inside me. Knowing this was the most intense experience either of us would probably ever have, I leaned over and met his lips with mine each of us sharing the chocolate torpedo we had both produced with our butts. His lips moved against mine, each of us taking some of the hot man's bowel movement. Hot cum sprayed up my rear from the mans long cock. I pulled it out of by ass then leaned up, lifted the turd out of his mouth and shot my cum right down his throat for the second time.
We lay in the truckbed fondling the turd and smearing it on our cocks. We held our dicks together and shot a final time then drank beers and used each others piss to clean up with then went back to his place to get some rest. The next morning we did most of this stuff again (we played with my turd this time), then he repaired my car and I was on my way back to the City.