JEB AND ZEKE By Rover c 2001
PART ONE
Zeke's only been gone a day, but it feels like a week. The place is so quiet, and the bed's so big and cold when he's not here. And I get damn ornery when he's gone. Everything just bugs the shit out of me all day long. But the moment he walks back through that door, and smiles that big fuckin' grin at me, and crushes me in his arms, and I feel his cock pop to life inside his jeans, and he runs his tongue all over mine, and then he leans back a few inches so he can give me that deep gaze that tells me I'm the number one man in his life, well, suddenly everything's right with the world.
But he's not home yet, and though it's past five o'clock and I'll be damned if I'll chop another piece of fuckin' firewood today, the sun'll still be up for another couple hours, so Zeke may not be home for a while yet. I pour myself a shot of tequila, and it goes down so smooth that I pour another, and take it out to the porch so's I can see the first sign of dust on the horizon. Our place is private, a small house that Zeke built himself, with a barn and corrals for the horses, and a view of mountain and sky that's unbeatable. We have a truck "for emergencies" as Zeke likes to say, but he prefers to take a horse for errands into town.
I stare up at the brown hills, roasted by summer, and down my second shot, hoping Zeke'll appear on the road like a mirage in the shimmering heat. As I squint, I recall the first time I saw Zeke. It was about six years ago, at a powwow my old boss threw. Hands were there from all the local ranches. Most of us knew each other. Some of us had gotten frisky together now and then, jackin' off and squirtin' loads and buttfuckin,' but these guys were buddies and nothin' special, though we all got along pretty good. We were loners. We worked hard, and bedded down by ourselves at the end of the day. I kinda figured that's all Life was offerin' me.
About a hundred of us were whoopin' it up at this party. My boss's barn was lit up with lanterns and I had spent all day sweepin' up shit and settin' up bales of straw for benches. Booze was flowin' and meat was roastin', and a fiddler was sawin' away, and we were dancin' and hootin' and actin' like complete jackasses. I had one too many tequilas in me, and was dancing like a wild man and howling like a coyote. My vision was kinda blurry but I suddenly caught the eyes of a beautiful hunk of man watching me dance from the side of the barn. Jesus, what a smile! He was tall, with reddish-brown hair and a full beard to match. Even though he had on a clean shirt and jeans, his hair combed and beard freshly trimmed, there was something scruffy about him, kinda mischievous. Like he was about to put a frog down some schoolmarm's dress.
He was grinning and watching me. His blue eyes twinkled under heavy eyebrows. His smile was even sexier when I noticed the little space between his front teeth. Woof. By this time I was dancing just for him, jumping up and down and crowing and howling even crazier.
Then - wham! My flappin' elbow caught a guy's chin from underneath and slammed his mouth shut. He froze, and his eyes looked wide and tense as he raised his hand to his mouth. When he opened his lips, a trickle of blood ran out. Oh shit, I thought, and I stepped towards him to apologize. As I started to speak, his meaty fist sprung from nowhere and punched me hard right between the eyes.
Now I've been in scraps before, but somehow I'd managed to get through life without taking a punch to the face. I ain't a violent kinda guy, and though this punch didn't knock me down, it hurt like hell, and I just stood there with blotches of color dancing around my eyes, completely dazed. I could kinda see this big fucker with blood comin' down his chin, about to fuckin' hit me again, but it was like a dream, where everything's in slow motion and you just stand there and can't do nothin' about it.
Suddenly I felt my body go limp and everything blurred out. I tried to say "What's goin' on?" but the words just never made it outta my mouth. Someone was carrying me out of the barn. I could feel powerful shoulder and arm and back muscles holdin' me up. I was set down carefully on the ground with my back against a horse trough. I heard the water splash, and felt a cool handkerchief wiping at my face. My vision cleared a little, and into focus came the beautiful mug of the hunk who had been watching me dance.
"You okay, partner?" he said.
"I reckon," I answered. He grinned at me, and I fuckin' melted. Jesus, those eyes! "You're pretty good-lookin', for a fella." I was drunk and dazed and wasn't thinkin' much about what I was sayin'.
"So're you," he murmured, and leaned forward, and kissed me. Holy shit, I thought, this man's a dream come true. His tongue explored my mouth and lips for half a minute, and then he leaned back again and looked at me like I was the handsomest man in the world. Hot blood rushed to my head and my face, and my ears started pounding. I wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.
"You all right?" he asked.
"Yeah, I guess," I muttered.
"Can I take you home?" he asked.
"I live here," I replied.
"Can I take you to MY home?" he explained.
Jeez, of course that's what he meant. I took a long breath. "Yeah, I'd like that."
He helped me to my feet. Between the tequila and the dancing and the punch in the face, walking was more difficult than I'd figured, but the guy's strong arms wrapped around me tight and there's no way I coulda fallen down. We walked to a horse, and I managed to get up onto the saddle. "Wait right there," the guy said, and he ran back to the barn. In a couple minutes he returned, and jumped up onto the horse's back, sitting right behind me. "Let's go," he said, reaching around me for the reigns. His arms locked against my body, and his tall torso allowed him to see easily over my shoulder as the horse sauntered away from the party.
"My name's Zeke," he said softly, his whiskers brushing against my ear as he said his name. I could feel his whole body wrapped around me, holding me close to him. His breath on my neck sent electric chills down my spine, and I felt a fire churnin' in my balls.
"I'm Jeb," I responded, turning my head towards him. We were nose to nose, our whiskers brushing against each other.
"I know," he smiled.
"How did you know?" I asked.
"I just had a word with your boss," he replied. He let go of the reigns with one hand, and slid his free hand down my chest, till he got to my crotch, which he gave a firm squeeze. I sighed and closed my eyes as we rode off towards Zeke's ranch.
We rode for about an hour. I was still kinda dizzy so Zeke helped me off the horse and into the house. He lit a lantern, and I could see it was a simple, one-room place, but fixed up nice and comfortable. I was sittin' on a big bed with a thick quilt. Zeke handed me a mug of water and said, "Drink this." I was glad to, and as I drank, Zeke knelt down and took my boots off.
I handed him the empty cup. "Thanks," I whispered. He put the cup down, looking into my eyes the whole time, and then sprang forward on top of me, pushing me back onto the bed, and planting a big hard kiss on me. I opened my mouth and we got into it real deep, sucking each other's tongues and swappin' spit back and forth. Soon we were wrestling on the bed, turning each other over to take turns being on top, pulling off each other's shirts, and kissing.
I was horny as a dog in heat, and stepped off the bed for a minute to catch my breath. My cock was aching to get out. "Let's get outta these jeans, Zeke," I suggested. He grinned and shucked off his boots. As he lay down on the bed to wriggle out of his jeans, I took in the sight of this handsome man. Lanky but muscular, hairy chest, meaty dick, fuzzy ass, beautiful! Give me a fuckin' fork so I can eat this fella up. I knelt down on the bed next to him, both of us naked, and I ran my hands up and down his warm, fuzzy skin. He closed his eyes and moaned softly, and his hard dick jumped when my arm brushed against it.
"Mmm, Zeke, I just might have to taste this," I told him, and I lay down alongside him, with my face in his crotch. His dick was leakin' somethin' fierce, and I wrapped my hand around his bone and put the head in my mouth, suckin' up that sweet juice. Zeke moaned and his cock plumped up harder and fatter. My lips slid down his pole and I started suckin', good, long, wet strokes. I could taste more of his juice leakin' into my mouth, tastin' so good. Then I felt the moisture of Zeke's breath and the roughness of his whiskers against my ball sack. He nuzzled his mug into my crotch, and lapped his tongue around my balls and my hard dick. I slid on top of him and we 69'd hot and heavy for a while.
I got his ball sack good and wet with my spit, then lifted up his balls to lick underneath 'em. A hot trail of sweaty curls lead down to the crack of his ass, and it looked fuckin' delicious. I slid my tongue and beard down the crack and licked and rubbed my fuzzy chin hard against him. Damn if his legs didn't start to raise up, giving me a clear shot at his puckered little hole. I shoved my mouth right onto it and gave it a big ol' kiss. Zeke moaned and his whole body shook, which I took as an invitation to keep at it. I spread his ass cheeks with my hands and plowed my tongue into his hole, which opened wide for me. I sucked and ate it up like a ravenous dog. Man, it tasted good. I didn't know I could ever enjoy eatin' anything as much as this man's asshole. I got it real wet and rubbed my face around till my beard was covered with my own spit.
When I came up for air, Zeke grabbed me and kissed me hard, enjoying the beautiful nasty taste of his own ass on my mouth. He was still lying back on the bed, and I got on top of him so I was sitting on his furry belly while we kissed. I could feel his poker knockin' on my back door, and felt all at once that he'd be wanting to get inside me pretty soon. "You got some grease?" I asked.
He smiled, and reached over to the side of the bed, where a large aloe cactus sat in the window. He broke off a branch, peeled back the top layer, and wiped a big wad of goo from inside. I smeared a gob off his hand and slid it into my crack, while he lubed up his throbbing fuck-stick. I was so ready to get fucked by this cowboy I could hardly wait. I sat down on his cock until I could feel the head of it poking into my hole. Then I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. His bone slid inside me in one long stroke, until I could feel the fur of his balls under my ass.
Zeke looked up at me and let out a sound I've never heard before, sort of a low growl mixed with a long moan. He took my arms in his hands, pulled me down face to face, and gave me a long, deep kiss. His cock began to slide in and out of my ass, and I sat up again so I could ride it good and proper. Damn, I needed a good fuck, and this was just the fella to give it to me. I rode him good and hard for a couple o' minutes. Zeke sat up and laid me down on my back, swinging his legs behind him so's he could get on top of my ass. I lifted my legs for him, and he slid that slick, hard dick inside me to the hilt, filling me up with fuckin' hot cowboy lust.
"Yeah, Zeke," I grunted, "Fuckin' plow my ass good and hard, buddy. I fuckin' need it. Oh, man, give it to me hard, Zeke!" He was goin' for it, slammin' into my ass, workin' up a sweat, gruntin' and cursin' and poundin'. I smeared some aloe onto my drippin' cock and started beating myself off. Man, I was in heaven. Zeke's grunts started gettin' intense, and I felt myself gettin' close. "I'm gonna shoot a load, buddy," I yelled at him, and he was already starting to come, bellowing and snorting. I could feel his hot dick starting to squirt into my gut, and it took me where I wanted to go. His crotch was still slammin' away at my ass, and my first couple o' shots flew right over my head and hit the wall. I kept jackin' at my cock, and I felt my hot jizz splatter all over my face and chest as Zeke filled me up on the inside. We were both yelling our fuckin' heads off. Glad it didn't scare the horses off.
A few moments later, Zeke collapsed on top of me, his sweat mixing with all the cum on my belly. As I started to catch my breath, I joked, "Now you've done it, Zeke, you've glued us together."
"Good," Zeke mumbled, nuzzling his face into my neck. "Cuz I ain't never lettin' you go."
"Well, that's a nice thought, cowboy, but my boss'll tear me a new asshole if I'm not up and doing my chores at dawn tomorrow."
"No he won't," Zeke replied. "The only reason you have to go back there is to grab your gear. I told your boss you were quitting to come and work for me."
"What makes you think I want to work for you, you presumptuous bastard?" I fired at him.
"Just a hunch. I'll take you back tomorrow, and you can either stay there or pack up and come back here with me." And that's all he said. In a few moments, we fell asleep, just like that.
The next morning I made my choice. Zeke and I've been together ever since.
And I sure wish he'd get that sweet, fuzzy ass of his back from town.
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JEB AND ZEKE - PART TWO By Rover c 2001
I was getting' bored starin' at the fuckin' hills, waiting for Zeke to come back from town. He had left Thursday morning, planning to talk to the city about buying more acreage next to our ranch, and he knew it might be an overnighter.
"Might have to stay the night at Matthew's," he told me, as he hugged me from behind, humpin' my ass through my jeans as I washed breakfast dishes.
"Well I'll miss you tonight, but at least my ass will have a chance to heal up after that pounding you gave it this morning."
"I had to give you two loads," he explained, "since I can't give you one tonight." He licked and bit my neck like I was made of jerky. I could feel his crotch getting' hard as he rubbed it against my ass.
"Get the hell out of here," I told him, "before you throw me down on the bed and give me another one." I turned around to face him, and gave him a big ol' slobbery kiss.
"NOW who's gettin' hard?" he grinned at me, squeezin' my bulgin' crotch. I pushed him away, turned him around to face the door, and smacked his ass with my hand as hard as I could. "Ooh," he whined playfully, "don't start THAT or I'll NEVER leave."
I threw his pack at him. "Out!" I yelled, and kicked his ass out the door. As I watched him mount his horse, I added, "Give Matthew a poke for me, will ya?"
"Do I have ta?" Zeke complained. "His ass ain't half as perty as yers."
"Close yer eyes and pretend it's me," I offered.
"His ass ain't as tight as yers neither," he added.
"Sweet-talker," I grumbled. Matthew Tibbs owns several businesses in town; a huge, friendly bear of a stud who loves seeing me and Zeke whenever we visit. But we don't like to leave the ranch unattended much, so usually one of us stays home, and the other gets to drop in on Matthew Tibbs for a "wrestle and squirt," as Zeke likes to call it.
Zeke spurred his horse and headed away down the road. "Don't forget to come back, hear?" I called out.
"Love you too," he answered, and kicked his horse into a full trot. I stood on the porch, watching his trail of dust till it disappeared around the hill.
So here it is Friday afternoon, and here I am, dusty and sweaty, smellin' more like a horse than a man, a little buzzed from a couple tequila shots, and startin' in to feelin' horny. What the hell is takin' my man so long? I decide to clean myself up a bit. We got hoses coiled up on the roof so's we can take sun-heated showers, so I peel out o' my boots and filthy jeans, and head behind the house. Ah, there's nothing like a warm shower at the end of the day to wash the work off of a man. As I stand in the water and soap up my hard, fuzzy body, I notice one of the horses is acting kinda crazy, snorting and running around the corral. Then I notice he's got one big ol' hard-on, swingin' away as he trots. Woof, the sight of it makes my soapy dick spring to life, and I start to stroke myself, bendin' my knees, and holdin' my balls with my left while I squeeze my soapy cock with my right, real slow. Marcus, the horny stallion, finally manages to mount one of the mares, and I love watchin' 'em fuck while my cock plumps up harder and harder. Man, a little more of this and I could pop. Marcus fucks away, and finally starts to cum. The mare figures she's had enough, and starts to walk away, and I watch in astonishment as Marcus blows huge loads of cum out of his beautiful horsedick. The sight takes me over the edge, and I pop my nut too, buckin' my hips and watchin' my jizz go flyin' around in the late afternoon sun.
Man that feels good, I say to myself as I squeeze the last drops of milk outta my dick. Finally, I squirt some warm water up my ass and clean my chute out real good. Zeke does appreciate a clean hole.
I dry off and put on a clean shirt and a pair of boxers; it's too warm for jeans. The sun is starting to get low on the horizon, and I'm startin' to get worried with Zeke so late, so I pour a fresh tequila and take it out on the porch. Just as I down the last drop, I see a bit o' dust kickin' up in the distance, and it makes me smile. By the time Zeke's put the horse into the corral, the sun is settin', and I'm lightin' a lantern on the porch.
He closes the gate to the corral and walks up to the house, carryin' his pack, and grinnin' his usual sweet, idiotic, beautiful smile. He's tired and filthy, but he's so glad to be home that he looks handsome as a movie star. At least to me.
"Brought you somethin'," he says, throwing his pack at me. I catch it and look at him suspiciously.
"Somethin' new to shove up my ass, I s'pose," I wonder aloud.
"Y'always say that," Zeke gripes.
"'Cuz I know you," I say.
Zeke wraps his arms around me and gives me a big, long, wet kiss. "Missed you," he confesses.
"Me too, stud," I reply. I start to open his pack.
"Not yet," Zeke tells me. "Let's go inside. You sure look tasty in them boxers, Jeb. Too bad they's comin' right off."
I know this game. I try to get away; Zeke chases me for about five seconds, then catches me and wrestles me onto the bed. I always lose this game. Hell, I don't even try to win. Zeke's kissin' me again, reachin' his hand into my shorts, and fondlin' my equipment. His finger finds my butthole and slides inside, makin' me gasp. He takes his hand outta my pants and pops the nasty finger into his mouth. "Mmm," he swoons, "I need me some more of that." With one pull, he grabs my boxers and yanks. They tear right off. I don't mind. That's what I wear 'em for.
He wriggles around till his head is close to my butt. I kneel over his head, and plant my hole down square onto his beard. Right away I feel Zeke's whiskers, his lips, his breath, and his tongue, and I close my eyes and exhale, relaxing my hole for him. He moans into my ass and licks big wet circles around my hole, then starts to tongue-fuck me slow and deep. I'm in fuckin' ecstasy, and I move my hips around, grindin' my ass down onto his face while he eats out my nice clean chute. "Ah, yeah, Zeke, I sure missed that hot mouth of yours," I moan.
Zeke comes up for air, and I lean down to kiss him. He pops his nasty tongue into my mouth. Fuck, that ass-taste on his lips drives me wild! I yank off his shirt, and he rips off mine. I try to pin him to the bed, but he easily breaks loose, laughin', and pins me on my back. Then he throws my legs up over my head and dives his head down to my ass, plungin' his tongue back into my chute and chowin' down like he hasn't eaten for weeks and I'm a steak dinner with mashed potatoes. "Fuck yeah, Zeke, eat out that hot cowboy hole, buddy! Fuck me with that nasty tongue of yours!" I yell, clenchin' and unclenchin' my ass muscles so I can feel his mouth fightin' to get inside.
Zeke suddenly leaps off the bed. "No fair you being naked," he announces, and gets off his boots and jeans so fast you'd think he'd greased 'em. His cock is swollen and solid, the head drippin' and pointin' right at me. Zeke's a leaker. When he's horny, I get an eternal fountain of manjuice. And I love every drop.
Naked, he finds his pack and returns to the bed. Lookin' inside, he says, "I had Matthew make somethin' for ya." He pulls out a folded-up piece of fine black leather. Matthew's a good leather-worker, so I get kinda excited. "What IS this?" I have to ask, unfoldin' the leather.
"Put 'em on," Zeke says, and he slides the thing over my legs and up to my waist. They're like shorts, only real tight, and with big openin's for my cock, balls, and ass to hang out of.
I stand up on the bed. "What the hell is this supposed to be?" I shout, laughing.
"I don't know, but you sure are sexy as hell in 'em," says Zeke. "I invented 'em up myself. Matthew said he'd make 'em for you as long as he gets to see you in 'em someday."
"Well, I'm sure as fuck ain't gonna be walking down to his store in these!" I say.
"Well if you was," smiles Zeke, "every man in town would be after your ass, that's for sure!"
"Zeke, you are one crazy fucker," I say, kissin' him, "And I love you. Now come here and suck this nice piece of meat I got for ya." I grab my dick and squeeze it hard, pointin' it at Zeke. He growls and his eyes and nostrils flare. He leans forward and takes my hardenin' dick right down his gullet. He wraps his arms around my hips and his hands start playin' with my hole. I like the feel of the leather shorts, and I can see why Zeke came up with the idea. My cock gets hard real fast, rubbin' against the inside of Zeke's throat. My knees get weak as Zeke massages my butthole deeper and deeper. "Aw, Jesus, Zeke!" I moan. "Yeah, fuckin' take care of your man!"
Zeke lifts me off my feet and drops me down onto my back on the bed. He growls again, surveyin' me, lookin' up and down my body, chest heavin', pantin' like an animal, decidin' what to do next. The shorts are drivin' him fuckin' wild. He strokes my legs with his big hands, then they ride up the leather shorts, up to my chest, and grab my nipples. He massages them for a moment, then his hands slide up my neck, till he grabs my head and leans in to kiss me. He sits on my belly, legs astride, and we kiss deep and long. He slides his ass back a few inches till it finds my upright hard-on, which nestles into his furry crack. He lifts his ass up and down, letting my cock ride his beautiful ass, and putting me into a mind to fuck the hell of Zeke.
"I need you to fuck me, Jeb," he growls, lookin' into my eyes. "I missed you so much. I missed having you inside me." He breaks off a branch of the aloe cactus on the windowsill, and peels back the top layer to expose the cool gel inside. He lubes up his ass and my cock, and sits down on it in one fell swoop. His chute is tight and strong, and it holds onto my boner like a series of fists, squeezin' along the entire length. I let Zeke ride it at his own pace for a spell, then he gets off of it and lays down on his back with his legs up in the air. I kneel at his crotch, and push my fuck-pole against his smooth, pink hole, and watch as it opens greedily to pull me inside. My dick slides in fast, and Zeke's head thrashes from side to side on the bed as I fill up the inside of his ass. "Fuck me, Jeb!" he yells. "God, you feel so good inside me! Fuck my ass!" And I start poundin'.
His ass is so tight, so smooth, so hot. I find a good rhythm and pump my lover's butt for all I'm worth. Zeke's in a trance; he whines and mutters and closes his eyes and opens them wide and swears unintelligible oaths. A big, clear puddle of juice wells up on his belly, leakin' from his throbbin' dick. The bed creaks loudly; the headboard thumps the wall. I fuck him harder, and harder, and soon he opens his mouth and a long, guttural yell starts comin' out. Without even touchin' it, his cock starts launchin' big white ropes o' jizz all over his chest hair. Six, seven, eight. I keep poundin', Zeke keeps yelling, and his ass muscles are rubbing my cock so powerful that I feel my eruption startin' to take over. I grab his legs and lift them up high. "Hey you go, buddy," I shout, pumpin' my load up his ass. "Here's my big ol' load for you! Here's my big hot load in your ass!"
I coat his chute with shot after shot, and then lean forward and plant my face down on his chest, where his juices are splattered, and I start lickin' him clean. He growls a contented sigh, and wraps his arms around my shoulders. I wipe his chest with my face, his fur mingling with my beard, all wet with his cum. Man, does that taste good! I roll off to one side, nuzzled against Zeke, our arms around each other. There is a silence of breathin', relaxation, contentment, and love.
"So how's Matthew?" I ask after a while.
"Horny as ever," Zeke replies. "He's got himself a boy in town for a while. Hot little bear cub. You'd like him."
"Why d'ya say that?" I wonder.
"Fuzzy ass, hot hole, good cocksucker, great butt-muncher, and a nice hard dick to sit on," is the answer.
"Yep, I reckon you know my tastes pretty well, Zeke. Did you get to try all those things with him?"
"Matthew's a wonderful host," Zeke says. "And the boy was very obligin'. But no matter how hot that cub was, he couldn't hold a candle to you. I kept closing my eyes and wishin' he was you."
"We're a coupla lucky dogs," I say, strokin' my man's beard. "I s'pose you'll be wantin' yer supper now. I ain't done a lick o' cookin' yet."
"Don't care," says Zeke. "I'm just gonna eat you tonight."