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After that first day things settled down, meaning I walked around with an erection only part of the time. I still stole peeks at his magnificent physique as often as I could but I came to realize that he was also a really nice guy. His easy laugh and warm personality made it even easier to want to be around him. One afternoon, as we sat struggling through a biochemistry homework that was eating both of our lunches, he stretched and yawned.
"Damn Darrin, I'm tired of this shit. Let's go do something! We need a break." Mitch said.
Laying my pencil down, I roll my tight shoulders and look over at him. "Yeah, I could use a break. What do you have in mind."
Mitch smiles even broader, if that was possible. "Well, I have my horses at the house, it only five minutes away. Let's go ride for an hour!"
"Fuck Mitch, we can't stop that long. Its already late and this shit is due tomorrow."
He winks at me and chuckles. "We can if we ride bareback. I like bareback better anyway. Its faster to mount up if you don't have to mess with the saddle!"
I gulp hard at the innuendo. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. We still don't have a lot of time."
"Sure we do buddy!" Mitch grips my shoulder in his large hand and squeezes. As always his touch is wired directly to my cock and short circuits my brain.
"Ok. Sure. Let go ride. But then we have to finish this shit!" I look at him, trying to scowl. Of course he ruins the effect by laughing at me.
"Sure Darrin, just a short ride. Come on bud!" grabbing his coat and heading out the door to his pickup as I race to catch up. He yanked open the driver's side door of his huge 5-speed diesel. Standing on the running board he yells.
"Come on Darrin! We ain't got all day!"
Mitch swings his denim-covered ass into the pickup, rams in the keys. It roars to life as I jump into the passenger seat, barely slamming the door shut as he backs out. Running through the gears he reaching top speed quickly as we go to the small rental where he lives. As we pull up the horses come to the fence, hanging their heads over the gate. Mitch parks the truck, vaulting out and grabbing two bridles from their pegs in a nearby shed. Jumping onto the gate he swings his muscular legs over and heaves his well- built body into the corral. He quickly catches the closest horse, rubbing it gently behind its ears, speaking soothingly to it as he slips on its bridle.
"This one is yours Darrin. Lady will behave for you. I'll ride Storm 'cause I'm not sure you could handle the stud." Mitch glances over at me with his last comment and snickers, enjoying his joke on me.
"Yeah, Whatever Mitch. I'm sure I can handle any stud that's between my legs."
Realizing the second the words left my mouth that I had played right into his joke. I turn bright red. Mitch looks at me as he finishes the last adjustments on the stallions bridle and wiggles his eyebrows. Busting out laughing at his absurd face I shake my head at him and jump on the mare, clamping my legs around her barrel. I look up in time to watch Mitch mount his horse, enjoying the brief sight of his ass and bare lower back as he hovers for that split second above the horse before settling onto its back. Leaning forward he guides his stallion quickly into a trot, immediately moving out of the corral. The mare lurches forward, causing me to tighten my legs as I frantically work to keep from being spilled, but she quickly catches Mitch and slows to a trot.
"Ok, this was a good idea. We definitely needed a break." I concede.
"Yup, I told you it would help. Aren't you glad you listened to me?" Mitch twists his head toward me, smiling. "Come on, let's have some fun!"
He kicks Storm into a full gallop. Lady launches forward in response, catching up quickly and staying with Mitch's stallion. We only gallop for a few minutes before slowing. Enjoying the companionable silence as we relish the smells and sights of the late Texas fall and the power of the Quarter horses beneath us. Suddenly my horse jumps sideways, almost unseating me, and then stops, not wanting to move. Mitch dismounts, running his hand down her leg.
"Get off Darrin. I need to check her and see if she hurt her hoof."
I swing my leg over and then slide off Lady, walking around to watch as Mitch checks her for injury. He lifts her hoof carefully, resting it on his thigh to inspect it. I lean over his shoulder to watch, but only succeed in getting a heavy dose of Mitch's musky smell, causing my cock to thicken. Stepping back to lessen his testosterone assault on my nostrils, I watch as he digs his finger into the underside of the hoof finally finding the rock causing the problem and throwing it down the hillside.
Mitch twists to look at me, "She'll be fine but her hoof is bruised. You'll have to ride back behind me." Mitch smiles a little and shrugs his shoulder. I swallow hard, thinking of the torture of being pressed against him for the ride back, wondering how I am going to avoid getting a massive boner.
"Sure, Ok Mitch. Whatever you think."
He grabs the mare's reins and smoothly mounts Storm. Reaching back he offers a hand to help me up behind him. As I slide against him I get the double assault of his masculine smell and the feel of his warm ass against my crotch.
"Grab me around the waist," says Mitch. "Storm will buck if you grip your legs too tight into his flanks."
"Oh, Ok." I slide closer and grab Mitch around the waist.
The rest of the trip back is spent trying every trick I know to keep my already chubbed dick from going rock hard. Only partially succeeding in the task, as blood pumps into my cock each time my body touches his. Finally arriving at the corral I stand to one side hoping he didn't feel my cock against him on the trip back and that the swelling of my dick subsides before Mitch finishes taking care of the animals, which of course it doesn't.
Climbing back into the pickup for the interminable drive back to the office I try to focus on the conversation, but distracted by the hard pipe snaking down the leg of my jeans I'm sure I sound sullen. Once back at the office I go through the motions of trying to continue the homework, finally admitting defeat. Recognizing that I have to get some relief for my trouser snake before I will be able to do anything else.
Making excuses to Mitch I leave the office and soon find myself in an all too familiar position. On my bed, stripped and thinking of Mitch. With a slightly embarrassed grin to myself I open the drawer of the bedside dresser and look at my new acquisition, a silicon cock. Knowing it is going to play a leading role in the session I plan to have I reach in and pull out the 6" realistic dildo. Looking at its bulging veins and mushroom head I briefly ache for the real thing, but quickly move ahead to the more immediate need of relieving my aching balls.
I begin licking and nursing on its resilient head as I close my eyes and fantasize that it's Mitch's manhood my tongue is sliding over. Trailing my free hand downward I enjoy the hairy texture of my torso. My fingers finally come to rest in the pool of precum forming under my rigid cock, spreading it slowly through my thick bush. Running my hand lower, I fondle and then grasp my hairy ball sack. Pulling on my full nuts as my tongue continues its ministrations on my imaginary lovers cock, I trap my aching balls and squeeze them tighter causing a loud groan to escape my lips. My hand continues its exploration as I move slowly between my legs and begin rubbing my perineum. My now constantly oozing cock jumps with each pass of my fingertips over the region. Letting the dildo pop from my mouth I rub its saliva-coated head over each nipple as I fantasize of sex with Mitch. Running the cock down my chest until it bumps against my throbbing manhood, I rub them together as my hips begin to thrust in response to the stimulation. Reaching into the magic drawer again I pull out my favorite bottle of lube and fill my hand. Lowering it to my ass I coat my steaming crack, moaning as the hair matts and then slides easily under my fingertips. Falling backwards I allow my finger to begin to work the slippery coating into my twitching asshole.
"Oh yeah Mitch. Open my hole so you can drill my ass."
Dreamlike I slowly slide one finger into my tight hole. Allowing it to circle and rub the smooth inside of my tunnel until my sphincter begins to relax. Adding more lube to my already drenched ass I slowly slide two fingers into my now stimulated manhole. Pushing them in hard I hit my butt nut, causing a stream of precum to shoot from my throbbing cock.
"Oh yeah Mitch, that's so good. Fuck me, make me cum." I sigh almost silently as I continue my careful manipulation of my hole.
Finally adding a third finger and stretching my now hungry ass further I allow my thick fingers to slip from my gaping butt. Taking the almost forgotten dildo in my hands I coat it generously with the slick lube. Rolling on my side I separate my legs, sliding the faux cock up and down my ass slit, grinding it against my brown eye each time it passes. Moaning louder with each pass of the head over my hungry hole, I feel my ass lips expand as they try to suck the plastic invader into my hot fuck slit. I sigh deeply as I continue to dream about sex with my hot cowboy officemate. With each pass of the synthetic cock it slips deeper and deeper into my neither region. My breathing becomes more ragged as my manhole aches for satisfaction.
Positioning the dildo against my pulsing hole I push it into my gut in one steady motion. Groaning loudly as the burning flares from the invader I drop my head to my bicep and pant through the pain of surrendering my ass.
Closing my eyes I groan louder, "Oh yeah Mitch, ram that baby maker into my fucking hole."
Grabbing the dildo I begin to slowly piston it in and out of my ass, rotating it to hit all my pleasure points. Sighing as my ass lips stretch in and out with each trust I increase the speed. Hitting my prostate, my cock jerks, precum jetting from my over- stimulated cock. Grunting with each pass of the dildo through my ass I finally grab my slime coated cock in a vice-like grip. Stroking my throbbing man-stick as I imagine Mitch providing the thorough assault that I am getting on my hungry hole. Feeling the sperm as it boils from my full nuts I quickly shift position, sitting on the dildo, ramming its girth deep inside me. Rocking back and forth on the invading fuck stick I grab my cock with both hands. My pelvis pistons, forcing my cock through my slime coated hands as the dildo hits parts of my gut that it has never found before. Then the intense, ball draining, organism begins. Shots of cum hit my face and mouth, dripping from my rough cheeks and goatee.
"OH FUCK YES. DAMNIT!"
I fall back as the final throes of the orgasm roll over me. The jizz comes with less intensity, but still coats my stomach with ribbon after ribbon of semen. I begin to relax, feeling the dildo slowly slip from my well-worked asshole. I breathe a sigh of relief and relax on the bed. Dozing off I think how good it would feel to be spooning against Mitch instead of alone with a plastic cock.
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