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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 - Third Verse
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 jist plain absurd, You can jist ask a cowboy, whatever it is, And he'll kindly oblige you, as certain as piss.
There's a real difference `tween a friend and a bud. Sure, a friend will rescue yer dog from a flood, And yer horses and cattle when yer barn is in flame. He'll pay for yer drinks, and remember yer name. He'll sit with you hours when yer feelin blue. He'll laugh at yer wit, but not laugh at you. He'll lend you bail money, and when yer on trial He'll perjure his self without breakin a smile. A friend will bring comfort when you is sick. But a Bud! - Now a bud will suck on your dick!
You see, we'd bin ridin the herd all day long. We was tired and sore-assed and stinkin real strong. And we stopped by a creek and made camp for the night. And the horses was tethered and the moon's shinin bright. And we's eaten our vittles and had us our smokes And sat round the campfire a-tellin our jokes. And we ain't really sleepy tho tis near ten o clock. Then my bud offers kindly to suck on my cock! It jist don't git no better neath the hot prairie sky Than to feed your fat dick to a heluva guy!
So I says to him Sure, I could use me a blow. He kneels his self down afore me, y'know And opens my Levis, and pulls out my piece And holds it real gentle, as nice as your please, And jist as it's startin to stiffen in size, He massages my balls and closes his eyes And leans his self forward and opens his jaw - The damn purtiest sight you ever done saw Is a bud on the trail commencin to feast On his partner's meat. - Ain't no man nor beast As contented as I am. I whisper a moan And look down at my bud and my johnson full grown. My skin it's a startin to pull back off the head Which, like a newborn critter, is sticky and red, So, jist like its mamma, my bud starts to lick At the piss slit a-winkin atop of my prick. Then glancin up with his eyes open wide Like the steers we bin herdin, he sucks me inside! My cockhead is wrapped by his lips and his tongue And I thank the Good Lord I am manfully hung! I thank Him agin for this heluva sucker Who's blowin away on my pulsatin fucker. His cheeks are all sunken, his lips are a vice. He's suckin in earnest. It's so fuckin nice! He leans a bit forward, his head is a-bobbin. He's hungry for more of my manmeat a-throbbin. Now I got a nine-incher, but holy horseshit, He bud he's a-swallowin every last bit! I can feel my cock touchin the back of his throat. And I know it won't take much now to explote! His chin presses my balls, his lips bite down on the base. I grab me his head and start fuckin his face. I'm holdin his hair while I'm rammin away And he's moanin and groanin, enjoyin the lay, And my body's all tight like the skin on a drum And I knows any second I'm going to cum And I knows it's a big load that I got packed So I let go of his head so's he can pull back. But my bud keeps a-clingin, maintainin the blow Like a dog with a bone; he jist won't let go! Fact he's grabbin my ass and pullin me close, Refusin to release an inch of my hose. So's I says, Well, OK, and I shoots me a blast, Then a second one even bigger'n the last. And my bud, with each successive gush Jist a-drinkin it down. Like a damn jizm lush, He swallows every fuckin drop. And when my spasms finally stop Reluctantly he lets it go And licks my dickhead dry, y'know.
A friend is great to have, in fact He'll give you the shirt right off his back. In any brawl, he'll cover your ass And all your mistakes, he'll let em pass. Like a cowchip on a wagonwheel, a friend will stick. But a Bud! - Now a bud will suck on your dick!
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 jist plain absurd, You can jist ask a cowboy, whatever it is, And he'll kindly oblige you, as certain as piss.
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