"On the Road Again"
By Mark Sherwood
sherwoodm94@yahoo.com
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"Go ahead and touch my hairy chest."
I could not believe what he was saying to me. Although he could have been standing anywhere, he chose to stand right next to me.
I was not sure if he was joking or not, so I pushed him away. That only lasted for a second, when he stepped closer to me and his rough masculine hand touched my hand.
"You're hot." He said to me
"You're not." I replied
"Yes I am," he answered smiling and being friendly.
He took a step closer, thrusting his pelvis with his crotch closer to me. His pants were unzipped and he was not wearing any underwear. He took my hand and put it between his legs.
I did not resist. I may be a tad dramatic but stupid I am not.
He had a hefty soft cock resting on a good size bag filled with juice. His pubic bush was like a thick mat, and he had dark black hair that I could see and feel on his legs. His hairy cock moved around in my hand.
"Are you sure you want me to do this"? I asked.
"It will be my gift to you, if you want it," he said.
Then what happened?" asked Joey Perez who was clinging to every word of the story, that I was telling at a local gay bar.
"Ha, I told him to `fuck off'
"No, you never did, I don't believe that." piped in Lolly, who was a number one disaster of a cocksucker. His name was Larry, but he liked lollypop for identification.
"Sugar, give me that man's number. I love gifts." Said Lolly laughing "C'mon Joey, dance with me," dribbled Lolly shaking his ass like a total idiot. In a flash, they were gone and that was that.
I was born and raised in Minnesota and after fifty-two years of freezing my ass in nasty cold weather, I moved to Texas.
I always worked in advertising and although a dude in his fifties, I was not ready for the heap pile. I loved the folks in Texas. To my way of thinking, they are the friendliest folks anywhere. For a gay man that is definitely a plus.
I wanted a saddle sore cowboy. I was not looking for a Warner Brothers beauty but I would give my right arm (joking of course) for a Sam Elliott hook up. (No joking about the hook up) which is only a pipe dream.
Sometimes I tend to be a little shy and not as outgoing as the twink's running around today with the word `homo' printed on their tee shirts.
I am not sure what got me started telling that story at the club. It was getting irty, so I stopped while I was ahead. Sometimes a slut has to keep the dirty stuff, away from drama queens he barely knows. This is Texas not San Francisco.
I finished my one glass of beer and went next door to a rural dinner where the food was Texas beef and the music was Willie Nelson.
I was looking over the menu when somebody sat next to me and spoke.
"That was quite a story you were telling next door. Was it true or something creative that you made up" the stranger asked
"Pretty much, although not everything is what one sees on the surface."
"You're amazing." He said to me
"I agree with you." I replied - "My name is Brian."
"I'm Cody," he said
Cody had grey hair with a lot of black still showing, a mustache, jeans, boots and a black cowboy hat. With some imagination, he was Sam Elliot, but of course, he was not. Dreaming is always fun at any age.
"What do you say we move to a table over there," suggested Cody
"Sure.
We put back the menus and moved to a small booth overlooking the parking lot. It was actually a good idea and more comfortable than sitting at the counter.
"So what do you think of Texas?" asked Cody
"I love it. Although, it is scorching hot in the summer," I said
"Yup, but that is when you lay around outside. You have to play where there is air conditioning,"
"Play," I asked
"That's a joke designed to look real."
"So you are not talking about checkers?"
"Hardly"
"You are pretty amazing," Cody said to me again
"Nah, I just like to talk"
"Are you just talk or all action?" Cody asked
"Are you coming on to me?" I asked in a very nice way
"Of course, how am I doing?" he asked
"Works for me," I replied
"Coffee, gentlemen," asked a waitress wearing a nametag that said Marie.' How bout something to eat?" she asked
"Just coffee, maybe later."
"You got it hon," she said and walked away.
I put my hand on Cody's knee. He was exactly my type. I do not like a know it all beginner. I prefer a well-seasoned ranch dude such as Cody. He looked hot and smelled perfect to me, with saddle butt imagination that I found intoxicating.
I brushed my leg against Cody and left it there for a few seconds. I was good at this maneuver and did not care about shocking anybody. I put my hand on Cody's lap under the table.
It was magical when Cody opened his thighs and took my hand and placed it on his crotch, covering the swelling between his legs.
"Do you want me to unzip?" he said quietly like it was dangerous talk."
"Of course not, I am just coping a feel." I replied using my sweetest make believe smile.
I could feel a semi stiff package right through his clothing.
"What do you think?" – asked Cody? "Do you have about an hour or so? I can show you my ranch. It is 15 minutes from here."
"Are you a rancher?" I asked
"Not really, it is a small cattle farm, but in Texas, it is called a ranch by some folks. I run the farm with my two sons. There are the three of us there. I also have a married daughter but she lives in Austin.
The more he talked, the warmer I was getting. I started to take my hand away from his crotch when he grabbed it and placed it back on his swollen dick.
"So what do you think?" He asked me for the second time.
"I think we should get out of here." I replied finding it difficult to talk. My voice was shaky, my cock swollen and my heart seemed to be fluttering like a nervous girl about to be laid for the first time.
"Works for me." said Cody and left some money on the table for the coffee.
"Why don't you leave your car here, and we can take my truck. I'll bring you back, no problem there." Said Cody
"Okay"
Cody drove an older Ford pickup truck. It looked like a typical ranger vehicle that worked well with his personality. I slid in beside him. He did not make any effort to start the engine, even tho really hot in the truck.
Cody sat behind the wheel with his legs spread and his cock choking behind the black khaki pants he was wearing. Good Lord, he was a hot looking man.
You could see the hair on his chest peeking out at his neckline. He was well proportioned, almost on the thin side, but it was deceiving because I noticed the solid muscle on him when he moved. It was obvious that there was still a lot of heat left in this 50 year-old man.
Cody squeezed my knee and rubbed the inside of my thigh.
"You are hot Brian, but I think you already know that." Then he took off his Stetson hat and wiped the sweat from his brow. He started the engine to cool off the truck.
"You need a hat, good buddy, you will burn up in this Texas sun," said Cody
"I know and I am going to get one. I want a Stetson hat or what folks call a cowboy hat."
"Hell, good buddy, we all call em cowboy hats' and you've got one now."
He reached behind the seat and picked up an obviously used tan cowboy hat. When I say `used' I mean not store bought new, but in perfect condition. Cody plunked it on my head. By the grace of Sam Huston, the hat fit and I looked cool like a Texan I loved it, I really did. I hogged the mirror a little too long basking in the glory of how good I looked in that hat.
"That is yours to keep." He said to me.
"I shouldn't take your hat; I will give it back when I leave."
"Nope, it's your hat now. Take care of my cock and it is a fair exchange. Can you do that for me?" he asked
"Damn straight I can, just find us a private spot and I will suck the shine off your boots." I exclaimed
"That is the blowjob I am lookin for, gonna hold you to that buddy." He said
"I overheard you telling that story in the club about putting your hand in some guy's pants, and I want that guy to be me." He added
Cody started to unzip his pants but stopped. Fuck, if I do that here, we will not get to the farm, I will shoot off in the truck. That is not what I want." Said Cody "I want to put it in your mouth."
"I know, I have some work to do." I said rubbing his husky thigh.
The hat looks natural on you Brian. You are a good looking guy."
"I know and I love this fuckin hat. Thanks."
"And modest too," Cody added laughing slightly
Cody drove down a back road leading onto his property where the barn was located. It was a cattle road away from the house.
The boys are not here," he said to me. All the cars are gone. We have the barn to ourselves.
Cody led the way to the back of a hayloft that was secluded. From that spot, one would know before anyone got there. It was perfect.
Cody peeled off his shirt then put his hat back onto his head. He leaned against a post and unzipped his pants.
"It is yours, man – take it," he said and put my hand in his hairy crotch.
He was moist, sweaty and warm. His cock was a swollen torpedo and I was not sure if he was circumcised or cut. He was so hard that the head of his cock dripped like honey and he smelled salty and erotic.
He was, as I imagined; a cowboy gamey with his balls crunched riding all day on a horse in the Texas sun, keeping his nuts sweating together. Cody did not ride a horse, but his hairy ass sat on the seat of his truck all day with the sun warming his crotch, and that was just as good, as far as I was concerned.
I started stroking his balls and running my fingers through his moist crotch hair. I wanted everything and rested my head on his abdomen, nibbling on his hairy stomach.
"Get your mouth on it Brian, I need a cock sucker, man, do I ever need you right now"
The words were no sooner said when my lips wrapped around his salty prick and I gobbled like a slut draining the flavor off his flesh on to my waiting tongue.
"Yeee God – that is good," screamed Cody holding the back of my head, so I could not get away. "Take it – take it," he kept saying repeatedly.
I stood up, tore off my shirt, and dropped my pants to the floor. Cody grabbed my cock and held on to me rubbing the goo from the tip of my cock onto his finger. My dick was leaking precum like crazy, and I knew I was going to explode soon, but I could not let that happen. I had more attention to lavish on my Texas cowboy.
I could hear his breathing become a little heavier, as he pushed his hips towards me. Cody had a masculine face that one could easily kiss; but this was just crotch sex with no affection.
I tore my eyes away from the packaged bulge in his groin, and looked up, he grinned broadly, with the dark gray of his eyes filled with a salacious gleam. I saw the flames of lust and, I shivered with excitement, knowing this dudes body, with sweat oozing from his chest was lubricant for my hands.
I rubbed my hands through his bush, down his legs and over his ass. I licked, slurped and breathed in his fantastic aroma. I would suck him, just to have him in my mouth.
If you have ever been in a hayloft on a blistering hot day, it can drain the moisture from your body in no time. This was one of those days.
"It's too fuckin hot in the barn, c'mon," said Cody. "We are going to the house and get out of this heat."
"Thank God, I didn't want to complain but I was about to trade it all for a Minnesota snowstorm. Suppose your son comes home." I said
"Don't worry about it. You will have sucked me off long before that happens."
"I'm definitely a fan of this idea," I said to him
The house was much cooler with AC. Cody grabbed two bottles of cold water and went straight to a front room overlooking the driveway. From the window, one could see a car come down the road to the house.
Cody took back off his pants and leaned against the wall. Sipping on a bottle of water. "Now, "Where were we?". He said
"I was licking the sweat off your chest,."
Cody placed my hand back on his cock. "Give me a Minnesota mouth job. Jesus, but I love a good blowjob,"
Cody's cock sprang free bouncing like a springboard in front of my gaping mouth. His cock was as hard as steel and I could sense the syrup churning in his plump sack filled with man juice.
I was licking his balls, when he forced his cock into my mouth.
"Eat the meat Brian, I am a mouth man. I want your mouth to drain my nuts. Suck it out of me dude."
"Jesus, yes," I groaned passionately, almost inaudibly. Saliva flowed filling my mouth sucking his cock the best I could. Pushing my head into his crotch and with his cock in my mouth, I was off and running.
I was swallowing dick and masturbating Cody with my lips and tongue. Spit served as a lubricant and his cock was siding in and out of my mouth like searching for oil in a greasy pit...
Cody loudly moaned, "Yeah, dude, suck it, suck that cock." he placed both hands on the back my head locking his fingers and shoved his cock into my mouth jamming it into my throat. When he heard me gagging, he withdrew a little before slowly penetrating again in even thrusts.
I took a lot of cock in my throat as he worked himself to an explosive climax, with the honey in his nuts rising to a volcanic explosion. I had to be in control and take it all. That was our deal.
The intensity of his thrusts increased, and I felt the hardening of his cock just as it gushed thick streams of that sticky shit that feeds my soul, shoot into my waiting mouth. Shot after shot exploded from his pulsing cock onto my waiting tongue.
Bolts of fire gushed from his lions emptying his balls as I drank the elixir of life from Cody's slowly wilting cock.
He held my face buried in his groin for several minutes as the afterglow of fulfillment slowly faded. Swallowing Cody's thick cream covered just about everything I was looking for.
The only thought I had, was the gratification of having satisfied a magnificent stud. I liked him holding me close when I heard him say, "That's it Brian, I will take you back to get your car now."
"Yeah – good," I replied
My sensational time with Cody, left me feeling like a player in a Texas whorehouse.
When I finally got back to my car, I was wearing a well-earned priceless cowboy hat.
Just like Willie Nelson, I was "On the Road Again."
sherwoodm94@yahoo.com