At rodeos, you sometimes need a scorecard to tell who's straight and which of us bend over. Gay cowboys sort of look like the rest of humanity, but there's a certain look about a gay cowboy. Rodeos can be quite fun and more fun if you're queer or gay. The fun you can have varies from jockeying around horses, to calf-roping, and riding various ill-tempered beasts. Sometimes I like to be that ill-tempered beast. Bucking fucking bronco.
Recently I whipped my truck and camper into a mix of similar ones inhabited by some of my bend over friends. One of those friends is Turk, who is dark, furred, and has a laugh you can hear in a crowd. What's hidden by his outfit is this big Turkish shank of an uncut dick, which is the only part of his body that he shaves.
Why does he shave it? Because it makes his ten inches look like a foot long. He makes a lot of cowboys happy. He has phermones that are hot and strong, and yes, there is competition for those pheremones. His man stink is almost legendary. The man is a magnet.
There I am, slut cowboy, standing next to Turk, who's my height, my nose like radar, watching the events. I have one of my own. I'm really good with ropes. Ropes in motion. I want to rope Turk, and he knows this, but like I said, there is competition.
My chief competitor that day is Alan. Alan is tall and lanky, fuck-you smile, built like a Nordic god. Has this bubble butt that could crack walnuts. Total blondie heart throb. He makes up for not being very bright by being both a hot dresser and a serious chuck of man. Whew. It's tough competition.
Towards dusk, we've all eaten and we're in Turk's fifth wheel. Just Alan, Turk and me. Turk's trailer smells like Turk and it's driving me fucking nuts.
There are beers in their hand. I'm drinking soda, my pledge to the twelve steps. They tease me about it. Alan is making goo-goo eyes at Turk, and I think Turk's falling for it.
Turk stands and stretches, flips the lock on the door, and OFF COMES HIS SHIRT. In a single flip of the lock, he's defined the evening activities, his fur revealed. That man-scent wafts in my nose immediately. I could lick the floors. Damn.
Alan is up and has his face in Turk's pits immediately, the moth to the flame. I sit and watch as his face swims in Turk's fur. Turk looks at me with this I'm-getting-pampered look. Alan is super-eager and drinks in all that furburger goodness. Turk is just reveling in it. I watch Alan's super-butt sway as his lust overtakes him.
Off comes Turk's clothing, one piece at a time until he's naked, his big dick flopping around, foreskin slowly exposing this thick plum head on his cock. It's so hot. The whole room is filled with his delicious man stink. Damn. You could cut that stink with a butter knife. I could bottle it after fermentation and sell it at gay bars. It's so good. It's getting to me. I'm serioiusly boned.
Alan is losing control. Lust has overcome him entirely. In a moment of sanity, he stops gushing over Turk and decides to strip. He takes off his boots, his jeans, and he has on this designer jock, the pouch getting pushed. Blond, almost hairless bod, a big contrast to Turk as his ass continues to sway in my direction. He's delicious, and so thoroughly muscled, not an ounce of fat anywhere, the sweaty bulges boning me super-stiff as I watch him do his Turk-worship. Even if I don't get to play, it's worth the visuals and fragrances.
Turk is in control, however, and he halts Alan, which stuns him. Turk looks over at me and smiles. Then he orders Alan to strip me.
"Boots first. Then suck his dick." The dynamic has just flipped.
Alan is confused, lust drunk, but he obeys. He pulls off my boots. Undoes my belt and I lift my ass from the chair as he pulls off my jeans. He fumbles my shirt buttons and my vest. He's nervous suddenly. Turk moves over and kneels behind Alan.
Alan grabs and sucks my dick. Mine's not a long as Turks, but it's long, and it's thicker. Turk wanks as he sees Alan's head bob on me and grabs Alan's perfect fucking ass with his hands, and parts his cheeks. Alan freezes, mid-bob, as Turk's long tongue swabs his trench. I see this wanton look on Turk's face as he starts to feast on that fine ass.
Now back in the moment, Alan sucks my dick really well. Then he whimpers on it, this huge hunk of Viking stud. Whimpers. I think I hear Turk giggling.
