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Copyright 2004 by the author. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission.
Names, characters, locations and incidents are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
A Cowboy's Song
I'm jist a po cowboy a-ridin the range. Ain't nothin about my life I would change. With no fences to hold me, I do as I please. I look all around me and the country I sees Has everythin in it what has any worth. It's the absolute best fuckin land on this earth! When I lay myself down on the ground for the night, The stars for my ceilin, the moon shinin bright, I thank the good Lord that He gave me a life With no office, no traffic, no mortgage, no wife, No idiot boss always yellin and screamin, No bloody backstabbin, no plottin and schemin.
Out here on the range where the sky never ends, If you got any problems, you can count on your friends, Your saddlemate partners, the buddies you ride with, And eat with, and joke with, and bed down beside with. Whatever you need when you're drivin a herd, Don't matter if it's serious or just plain absurd, You can just ask a cowboy, whatever it is, And he'll kindly oblige you, as certain as piss.
Like just tother day, I was standin about Just a-rubbin my ass which was hurtin, no doubt Cause I'd been ridin for hours and was plum saddle sore. It just needed some pettin and soothin before It could get back up on a horse, and so There I stood rubbin, when what-do-you-know, I feels this friendly hand on my rear He leans over and softly asks in my ear If I need a massage, and I whispers you bet And he says to lay down and get myself set So I got myself comfortable there on the grass And his big brawny hands starts a-pawin my ass. He a-rubbin one mound and then rubbin the other. Shit, nothin relaxes a guy like a brother Who knows just where it's hurtin, and how to relieve it, And make it feel good again, better believe it. So I just a-lays there with a satisfied smile As he rubs my jeans-covered ass for a while. Then he stops and whispers to turn on my side. He gently gets my old chaps untied And releases my belt buckle and opens my zip And pulls down my levis off of my hip Then rolls me back with my dick in the sod, And goes back to massagin my ass, and oh God! He's a-kneadin my glutes like they was balls of bread dough A-risin and set for the oven, y'know. Then he coughs up a ball of juicy warm spittle And spits on my butt and spreads it a little Cause he knows that a cowboy's hands can be rough, But he thinks maybe spit just isn't enough, So he calls out to Cooky if he's got any greaze >From that mornin's bacon, and sure as y'please, Cooky gives him a can of greaze he was keepin And my buddy he spreads a large greazy heapin About on my cheeks and into my crack And down past my hole and on to my sack, And I lay there as happy as flies on a turd, While in me all sorts of good feelins got stirred. Relaxed or excited,I didn't know which, But my grass-nestled mantool was startin to twitch. His strong manly fingers kept buffin my butt Til I felt my back door start to open and shut. Well, he musta seen this and took it a sign That I was invitin him into my shrine. He stuck in a finger and shit, it felt sweet. I puckered and sucked it down in like a teat. Such a talented finger, such superlative skill. Probin and explorin my shitchute until Like we shared the same spirit, both of us knew That my hole was now loose enough, ready for two. So in went the next finger, all greazed up and slick And those two together were as thick as a dick. As he delved ever deeper in that dark hallowed zone My soul was in heaven, I groaned and I moaned And I wanted that moment to continue eternally, My buddy examinin my butthole internally. But all of a sudden, the trail boss called out. It was time to get movin the cattle without Any further delay. It's best, he was thinkin To get further along 'fore the sun started sinkin. So my buddy withdrew his hand from my ass, And I had to get myself up off the grass And hope that my poor swollen dick would forgive For my balls were all blue and were ready to give And now they must settle back down for the day I kissed my good buddy and shooed him away. We knew there'd be other occasions for fun, For that's the way trail life is. Everyone Just helps out his partners any way he can. Brothers in the saddle, every last man. As I mounted my horse and reached over to pet 'er, I'll tell you this true, my ass never felt better.
Yep, out here on the range where the sky never ends, If you got any problems, you can count on your friends, Your saddlemate partners, the buddies you ride with, And eat with, and joke with, and bed down beside with. Whatever you need when you're drivin a herd, Don't matter if it's serious or just plain absurd, You can just ask a cowboy, whatever it is, And he'll kindly oblige you, as certain as piss.
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