COWBOY ROUND-UP
Title: Cowboy Round-up
Pairing: Ennis/Jack
Genre: One-shot AU/AU
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We know the drill.
Story summary: Jack Twist is at a bar in Riverton, quietly lusting after a stoic and sexy looking cowboy who always sits in the back of bar drinking alone. Until one night...
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“That Ennis Del Mar is one fine looking cowboy!”
I was at the local shitty bar nursing my second shot of whiskey while enjoying a smoke as I over heard the conversation of the two ladies sitting on the stools next to me. I silently agreed with them.
Ennis Del Mar most definitely was one fine slice of cowboy.
It was a hot July night in Wyoming and the air in the bar was overwhelmingly humid. But it was nothing compare to the fire that was raging inside me watching that chestnut hair cowboy sitting at the same spot he always sits when he comes into this establishment: a table located in the back with him slouching in a chair as he consume three or four bottles of beer lost in whatever thoughts he was thinking.
He was the quintessential strong, silent type. Stoic, masculine and a powerful loner, and damn if he wasn’t ruggedly handsome. He was the Marlboro Man come to life. He’d been working on Jed Armstrong’s ranch before the place went belly-up about a month ago. In order to make a living until a better job came along he was paving asphalt on I-90. From his appearance tonight it was obvious he just got off work. Instead of his standard cotton shirt, Ennis was simply wearing a tore, greasy wife-beater the material of which clung to his tight, lean muscular torso like second skin. He still was wearing his familiar well-worn brown Stetson and tar-caked boots along with his low-riding jeans that highlighted not only his long graceful legs, but thanks to the thin material, there was no question the man didn’t believe in under garments and he looked as if he was carrying a heavy coral snake wrapped up in the crotch of his jeans.
I’ve been silently hankering after him for several months after moving to Riverton and I could kick myself in the ass for not approaching him. I’m Jack Twist after all. If I wanted something I usually go out there and get it. But this cowboy seemed to have a power over me that always stop me in my tracks. They’ve never been any rumors about him is what I’m saying and that’s probably the real reason I stop myself. If I don’t know if they swing my way I pretty much leave them alone. You can never be too careful in these parks. Not that I can’t take care of myself. I can drop kick a man twice my weight and six-foot height with ease. But why go through that shit if you ain’t sure you won’t get the prize at the end. And at the moment my end is aching for some of that coral snake that stud cowboy is sporting.
But despite me knowing he was out of reach I couldn’t help but stare at him…hard.
I about choked when he turned and looked at me, his steely brown eyes as impassive as his stony featured face - but as I said, he was one seriously handsome son-of-a-bitch! I coughed and reached for my whiskey, gulping what was left of it in one swallow.
I suddenly found myself in a staring contest with the cowboy. Our eyes never once pulled away from the other man’s stare. He seemed to be examining me. Sizing me up for some reason or another. Whatever he was doing it was making a tent grow in my jeans and my temples sweat.
Then suddenly he licked his lips and nodded. Not so much to me but in some kind of resolution of his own as he grabbed his beer and down it in one long gulp wiping his lips with the back of his hand in a grand gesture before getting up and walking towards me like a man on a mission.
At first I thought he was aiming to start something. I’m discreet but rumors do float away. I would hate to get into a fistfight with him but I wasn’t about to let that cowboy rough me up despite having a raging hard-on. However instead of fist blazing, I felt his fingers graze my own, pulling my cigarette out from between my fingers, holding it out between us, with the same impassive look on his face as before.
“These things’ll kill ya.” He voice rumbled as he brought it to his lips and drew a long, visibly satisfying drag. He snuffed it out in an overflowing black plastic ashtray and then looked at me again. “Wanna take a ride in my truck?”
Holy Fuck!!
“Hell yeah!” I shook my head trying not to sound or look too fucking excited. “I mean, sure…why not?”
We clambered into a clunky ’97 Ford pickup truck. The leather upholstery was worn and littered in tears. The cab smelled of stale cigarettes and sweat. He drove for about fifteen minutes, when he pulled off the highway into a large field overgrown with tall grass and rambling trees. He was out of the cab the instant the engine died, striding toward the back of the truck. I stumbled when I got out, leaving my hat behind, but followed on back to where he already had the tailgate pulled down. The bed of the truck was filled with about a dozen bales of golden hay stacked in steps.
Ennis gripped the side of the truck, wedging his booted foot in the right angle of the tailgate and heaved himself up to stand on the scarred metal. “Come on,” he said, his form towering over me in the glow of the full moon. He reached out his hand and I took it, feeling his rough, calloused skin dig into my own. And just like that I was standing beside him, a hand pressed against his chest to brace myself. Was he strong! Suddenly all I could think was how solid he felt, unyielding and hard. His heart beat against my palm, slow and intoxicating. I smoothed my hand down his bare arm, feeling the lean muscles that I’d so admired. His flesh was surprisingly soft, yet the muscles underneath felt forged from stone.
The cowboy grinned then tipped off his hat, pulling his wife-beater off with one hand, before fixing that hat back on his head. He popped the top of his jeans and pulled the zipper down a bit. Then he took my now sweaty hands and smoothed them over his bare chest, over the small, hard nipples. “Your hands are nice and rough,” he whispered. On down over his hard flat gut he pulled my hands, pushing them both down into his unbuttoned jeans until I had my hands full of his hardening dick.
“Damn you’re big,” I hissed against his shoulder. My lips tingled as they brushed against his flesh.
Suddenly Ennis pulled away, stepping up into the bed of the truck, its brittle load crunching under his boots. I watched as he pulled down his jeans, the tight round orbs of his ass a dazzling white, as were his legs - so different from his tan torso. He sat on the next step of hay and pulled off his boots, then off came his jeans - he flung them to drape over the side of the truck bed. Only his cowboy hat remained attached to his body. He leaned back against the last step of hay and I shuddered at the sight of his cock and balls. Two perfect grade-A sized balls dangled tightly between his legs, topped off by a thumping hard and thick cock. It bobbed in the breeze, as chiseled and hard as all the rest of his muscles.
My mouth watered as I climbed up on the barrels of hay to join him. I was about to drop to my knees when he suddenly reached out and grasped the front of my jeans, pulling me to him. In a flesh he ripped them open, digging my throbbing cock out through my fly - his sandpaper hands rubbing my sensitive skin, making me groan in very enjoyable pain. In the next breath I felt my entire cock engulfed in the warm, wet suction of his mouth. As he slurped my eight inches in and out of his lips he pulled my jeans down around my ankles, gave the cheeks of my ass a hard squeeze and then with both hands smacked my ass cheeks with a thunderous crack. My hips jerked, forcing more of my thick cock down Ennis’ eager throat as he proved to be a masterful cocksucker. The way he was munching down on it, it was pretty clear this cowboy has a deep love for wolfing down thick dick. His calloused hands gripped and pulled at my ass, making the flesh burn and my sphincter itch - it wanted in on the fun.
After several long minutes devouring me, to the point I was on the verge of coming, Ennis spit my swollen dick from his mouth, stroking its slick length in his hand a few times before twisting it in a steely grip, making me groan in real pain this time - making me stand on my toes.
“Your turn,” he chimed, letting go of me and leaning back into the hay. My legs were wobbly already, so falling to my knees just seemed to happen; my knees dug into the prickly hay, my palms slapped against his naked thighs as I caught myself. He reached out and snatched the front of my shirt and tore it off, tossing it carelessly.
Leaning forward, he slapped his hands against my chest, making me reel back on my heels. “Solid muscles,” he said appraisingly as he stroked my flesh, pinching my nipples hard enough to make me yelp.
Up over my pecs his hands glided, and then over my shoulders to the back of my neck where they locked together gripping, pulling me closer to him. And just when I thought he was going to kiss me he pulled my face down into his crotch. His flesh tasted sweet as I took his prick into my mouth. I had about half his massive cock down my throat before I felt my gag reflex kick in. But the cowboy pushed down hard and another few inches snaked back into my gullet, cutting off my air. He pushed down some more and I felt the rest of him ram right through me, scrapping the inside of my throat. His pubes smelled tangy and I felt his balls jump and pump against my chin.
I thought I was going to black out - couldn’t breathe with Ennis’ cock stopping up my windpipe - couldn’t pull myself from the cowboy’s grasp even if I’d wanted to. But damn if the sensation was incredible. Mercifully he let up on his grip, letting me back off his cock and took a much-needed breath, gasping for a moment before going down on him again. This time I didn’t need him to push down on my neck. I forced myself to swallow all of him, feeling his cock scraping my throat and cutting off my oxygen again. I ran my hands over his ripping belly as he leaned back into the hay, groaning softly as I worked over his gorgeous prick. I tasted pre-cum as I dug my tongue into his piss slit, sucking hard on the pulsing head of his cock.
I felt Ennis’ hands entwine in my hair and then he started punching his hips upward, face-fucking me in earnest. I was sure he was about to blow his load. Made me hunger for it, wanting his load in my mouth - but my ass still itched for more.
Ennis must’ve been psychic, because he suddenly stopped face-fucking me and leaned forward, running his hand down my spine and over the orbs of my ass. Another fury of blows came from both hands making the cheeks of my rump burn. With his cock still stuffed down my throat I arched my back to better receive the exquisite punishment he was dolling out. I felt the cowboy’s work-roughened hands pull my ass cheeks apart, felt his fingers slide down into the crack of my ass, roughing up my tender asshole. A moment later he pushed one of his thick calloused digits into me.
I grunted, moving my head from side to side to show him my appreciation, his cock throbbing to my every twisting, slurping suck. Ennis stood and slowly pulled his swaying cock from my hungry mouth. He moved around me, flipping me over until my back is resting on a bushel of hay, pulling my boots and jeans off and like my shirt carelessly tossing them away in the darkness. Reaching over he grabbed a can of axle grease and lubed his stiff cock before resting my thighs on his sturdy shoulders, mounting me as he dig his slick cock against the edge of my chute.
“Time for me to do some ridin’,” he growled, pressing his hands on my biceps leaning over me. “Gonna get me some of this sweet ass.” I felt the wiry pubes of his crotch scratch over my hole as he slid back, his cock flopping into my ass crack. A breath later I felt the head of his cock push against my hole, and suddenly he bore into me, not stopping until he was up to his beefy balls in my asshole.
“Awww fuucckk!!” I bellowed. It felt sooooo good!
“That’s it cowboy!” Ennis started rocking his hips. “Take that shit!” And I did. I took every thick hard inch of him as he pounded my ass, every thrust and stab causing a jolt of fireworks to explode in my head as my body vibrated with each pleasurable thrust. My guts felt like they were going to burst from being too full of him. I turned my face burying it into the stack of hay he’d been sitting on - the smell was sweet and musty at the same time, just like him.
Suddenly I felt him pull out and push his lubed finger into me again - not what I wanted, I wanted the delicious agony of his overblown cock! But then he slid another digit into me, and another. His thick fingers were like sandpaper, and I whimpered as he pushed his pinky into me too with his thumb rubbing against my balls. He shook his hand, waking my internal organs as never before. My cock jerked up slapping my gut - felt like I was about to bust my nuts. I beat my stretched out fists against the stack of hay as he began finger fucking me with his four long, thick fingers with relish and skill. Soon my entire thrashing body was washed in musky sweat as my eyes rolled in the back of my head with my legs spread wide eagerly giving Ennis greater excess.
“Motherfucker!!” I cried out in ecstasy.
Ennis pulled his fingers out of my ass and rammed his cock back up inside me - fucking incredible! My ass was open wide to take every bit of him. Still felt like my guts and my balls were about to explode, sweat just pouring off me in rivulets. But then he leaned back, grabbing my waist, he flipped me over until I’m on my hands and knees all the while with him still buried inside me. Resting his torso against my back he buried his face in the bend of my neck sucking my flesh hard as he grinded his cock even farther in me fucking me so good and hard the truck began shaking and bouncing.
“Uggh! Awww yeeah En-nis!! Fuuck me deep cow-boy! Deeper!! Urrrh fuck!! Ughhh…aahhh!!!”
Next thing I knew he had my cock in his spit-grease-lubed fist and he pulled it back through my legs while jerking it.
“Urrrh shiittt, man!” My legs and hands quaked as he bent my cock back, making my spine arch like a ten-cent whore. His one hand found its way to the front of my neck while his other hand stroked my meat in time with this thrusting prick. Before you could say, “Gun’s goin’ off” I felt my insides contract, my balls pumped hard, and I shot my load into the hot night air. Felt like a gallon blasted out my prick…felt so fucking good!
Ennis whooped and yelled and let go of my cock, the rest of my jizz splashing slipshod over the barrel of hay where I was on all fours. He pounded himself into my clutching ass, both hands gripping my shoulders. “Yeah, cowboy, I’m gonna shoot!” He pulled out and I felt his jizz squirt over my back, up over my shoulder, felt it spill hot over the orbs of my ass. He pushed back into me, his breathing ragged as my hole gobbled up the last pumps of spunk from his nuts.
My cowboy leaned down and licked a glob of his cum from my shoulder, playfully biting my flesh. A heartbeat later he pulled out of me, leaving me feeling empty, yet one hundred percent satisfied.
“Thanks bud,” he said, the sinewy muscles of his body jiggling as he hopped into his jeans, tucking his still stiff cock into his pants - still shiny from my asshole. Amazingly his hat never left his head.
Panting like a happy dog, I flopped onto my back in the hay. “You’re goddamn welcome.”
I started to move toward the direction where my discarded clothes may have been toss from the truck by Ennis when I felt a solid boot on my chest pushing me back down onto the hay.
“And exactly where do think you’re going?” I looked up into Ennis’ dark, wicked eyes.
“I’m going to get the my clothes you tossed into the night.” I chuckled at him. I tried to get up again but Ennis still prevented me from moving. This time with his entire body pressing against mine as he pulled me into a deep, smoldering kiss as his tongue played sword fight with my own.
“You ain’t going no where,” Ennis growled between sloppy kisses. “Been wantin’ to get at ya for so long!”
“You have?” I was surprise by this admiration as my limps tightened around Ennis frame pulling our bodies and lips closer together.
“Yeah,” he hissed hungrily entwining his fingers into my hair pulling it back exposing my Adam’s apple in order for him to suck down on it. “Why you think I kept going to that damn bar. I heard about ya and I was hoping you would make some type of move on me.”
He began biting into my neck releasing yelping sounds from my throat. “When it was clear you wasn’t going to make your move, I decided I had to take the bull by the horn and get what’s mine!”
My mind was racing. All this time I’ve been lusting after this cowboy thinking I would never get him and all the while he’s been doing the same.
“Well boy,” I told him grabbing his mouth back into mine. “You got me so what are you going to do about it.”
Ennis seat up and stared down at me with a controlling yet mischievous look on his face. Reaching over me he pulled out a rope and before I knew it he had my hands and feet bounded.
“What the fuck? Ennis if you don’t untie me!” I frowned at him tricked off but strangely aroused.
Ennis only grinned at me as he jumped off the bed of the truck gathering my discarded clothes throwing in the truck as he closed the tailgate before heading to the driver’s side opening the door.
“I’m kinda like the idea of you buck-naked and tied up in the back of my truck as I drive the twenty miles back to be my place,” he shouted over his shoulder laughing good-naturally.
“I’m hoping that by the time I get you there you’ll be so tricked off that you’ll feel the need to strap me to my bed with those ropes and fuck the holy shit of me in punishment! That is if you got what it takes to do it!”
Before I could give him an answer he hopped into the truck, started up the engine and the next thing I knew I was bouncing back and forth as we jetted back on the highway flying at top speed to his place with my cock hard as steel smiling at the idea of getting my hands on that motherfucker.
“Oh yeah, Ennis! I’m gonna fuck you until your squealing like a ten-dollar whore…and you’re gonna love every minute of it!!”
-END-
Pairing: Ennis/Jack
Genre: One-shot AU/AU
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We know the drill.
Story summary: Jack Twist is at a bar in Riverton, quietly lusting after a stoic and sexy looking cowboy who always sits in the back of bar drinking alone. Until one night...
Feedback: Its what I live for!
“That Ennis Del Mar is one fine looking cowboy!”
I was at the local shitty bar nursing my second shot of whiskey while enjoying a smoke as I over heard the conversation of the two ladies sitting on the stools next to me. I silently agreed with them.
Ennis Del Mar most definitely was one fine slice of cowboy.
It was a hot July night in Wyoming and the air in the bar was overwhelmingly humid. But it was nothing compare to the fire that was raging inside me watching that chestnut hair cowboy sitting at the same spot he always sits when he comes into this establishment: a table located in the back with him slouching in a chair as he consume three or four bottles of beer lost in whatever thoughts he was thinking.
He was the quintessential strong, silent type. Stoic, masculine and a powerful loner, and damn if he wasn’t ruggedly handsome. He was the Marlboro Man come to life. He’d been working on Jed Armstrong’s ranch before the place went belly-up about a month ago. In order to make a living until a better job came along he was paving asphalt on I-90. From his appearance tonight it was obvious he just got off work. Instead of his standard cotton shirt, Ennis was simply wearing a tore, greasy wife-beater the material of which clung to his tight, lean muscular torso like second skin. He still was wearing his familiar well-worn brown Stetson and tar-caked boots along with his low-riding jeans that highlighted not only his long graceful legs, but thanks to the thin material, there was no question the man didn’t believe in under garments and he looked as if he was carrying a heavy coral snake wrapped up in the crotch of his jeans.
I’ve been silently hankering after him for several months after moving to Riverton and I could kick myself in the ass for not approaching him. I’m Jack Twist after all. If I wanted something I usually go out there and get it. But this cowboy seemed to have a power over me that always stop me in my tracks. They’ve never been any rumors about him is what I’m saying and that’s probably the real reason I stop myself. If I don’t know if they swing my way I pretty much leave them alone. You can never be too careful in these parks. Not that I can’t take care of myself. I can drop kick a man twice my weight and six-foot height with ease. But why go through that shit if you ain’t sure you won’t get the prize at the end. And at the moment my end is aching for some of that coral snake that stud cowboy is sporting.
But despite me knowing he was out of reach I couldn’t help but stare at him…hard.
I about choked when he turned and looked at me, his steely brown eyes as impassive as his stony featured face - but as I said, he was one seriously handsome son-of-a-bitch! I coughed and reached for my whiskey, gulping what was left of it in one swallow.
I suddenly found myself in a staring contest with the cowboy. Our eyes never once pulled away from the other man’s stare. He seemed to be examining me. Sizing me up for some reason or another. Whatever he was doing it was making a tent grow in my jeans and my temples sweat.
Then suddenly he licked his lips and nodded. Not so much to me but in some kind of resolution of his own as he grabbed his beer and down it in one long gulp wiping his lips with the back of his hand in a grand gesture before getting up and walking towards me like a man on a mission.
At first I thought he was aiming to start something. I’m discreet but rumors do float away. I would hate to get into a fistfight with him but I wasn’t about to let that cowboy rough me up despite having a raging hard-on. However instead of fist blazing, I felt his fingers graze my own, pulling my cigarette out from between my fingers, holding it out between us, with the same impassive look on his face as before.
“These things’ll kill ya.” He voice rumbled as he brought it to his lips and drew a long, visibly satisfying drag. He snuffed it out in an overflowing black plastic ashtray and then looked at me again. “Wanna take a ride in my truck?”
Holy Fuck!!
“Hell yeah!” I shook my head trying not to sound or look too fucking excited. “I mean, sure…why not?”
We clambered into a clunky ’97 Ford pickup truck. The leather upholstery was worn and littered in tears. The cab smelled of stale cigarettes and sweat. He drove for about fifteen minutes, when he pulled off the highway into a large field overgrown with tall grass and rambling trees. He was out of the cab the instant the engine died, striding toward the back of the truck. I stumbled when I got out, leaving my hat behind, but followed on back to where he already had the tailgate pulled down. The bed of the truck was filled with about a dozen bales of golden hay stacked in steps.
Ennis gripped the side of the truck, wedging his booted foot in the right angle of the tailgate and heaved himself up to stand on the scarred metal. “Come on,” he said, his form towering over me in the glow of the full moon. He reached out his hand and I took it, feeling his rough, calloused skin dig into my own. And just like that I was standing beside him, a hand pressed against his chest to brace myself. Was he strong! Suddenly all I could think was how solid he felt, unyielding and hard. His heart beat against my palm, slow and intoxicating. I smoothed my hand down his bare arm, feeling the lean muscles that I’d so admired. His flesh was surprisingly soft, yet the muscles underneath felt forged from stone.
The cowboy grinned then tipped off his hat, pulling his wife-beater off with one hand, before fixing that hat back on his head. He popped the top of his jeans and pulled the zipper down a bit. Then he took my now sweaty hands and smoothed them over his bare chest, over the small, hard nipples. “Your hands are nice and rough,” he whispered. On down over his hard flat gut he pulled my hands, pushing them both down into his unbuttoned jeans until I had my hands full of his hardening dick.
“Damn you’re big,” I hissed against his shoulder. My lips tingled as they brushed against his flesh.
Suddenly Ennis pulled away, stepping up into the bed of the truck, its brittle load crunching under his boots. I watched as he pulled down his jeans, the tight round orbs of his ass a dazzling white, as were his legs - so different from his tan torso. He sat on the next step of hay and pulled off his boots, then off came his jeans - he flung them to drape over the side of the truck bed. Only his cowboy hat remained attached to his body. He leaned back against the last step of hay and I shuddered at the sight of his cock and balls. Two perfect grade-A sized balls dangled tightly between his legs, topped off by a thumping hard and thick cock. It bobbed in the breeze, as chiseled and hard as all the rest of his muscles.
My mouth watered as I climbed up on the barrels of hay to join him. I was about to drop to my knees when he suddenly reached out and grasped the front of my jeans, pulling me to him. In a flesh he ripped them open, digging my throbbing cock out through my fly - his sandpaper hands rubbing my sensitive skin, making me groan in very enjoyable pain. In the next breath I felt my entire cock engulfed in the warm, wet suction of his mouth. As he slurped my eight inches in and out of his lips he pulled my jeans down around my ankles, gave the cheeks of my ass a hard squeeze and then with both hands smacked my ass cheeks with a thunderous crack. My hips jerked, forcing more of my thick cock down Ennis’ eager throat as he proved to be a masterful cocksucker. The way he was munching down on it, it was pretty clear this cowboy has a deep love for wolfing down thick dick. His calloused hands gripped and pulled at my ass, making the flesh burn and my sphincter itch - it wanted in on the fun.
After several long minutes devouring me, to the point I was on the verge of coming, Ennis spit my swollen dick from his mouth, stroking its slick length in his hand a few times before twisting it in a steely grip, making me groan in real pain this time - making me stand on my toes.
“Your turn,” he chimed, letting go of me and leaning back into the hay. My legs were wobbly already, so falling to my knees just seemed to happen; my knees dug into the prickly hay, my palms slapped against his naked thighs as I caught myself. He reached out and snatched the front of my shirt and tore it off, tossing it carelessly.
Leaning forward, he slapped his hands against my chest, making me reel back on my heels. “Solid muscles,” he said appraisingly as he stroked my flesh, pinching my nipples hard enough to make me yelp.
Up over my pecs his hands glided, and then over my shoulders to the back of my neck where they locked together gripping, pulling me closer to him. And just when I thought he was going to kiss me he pulled my face down into his crotch. His flesh tasted sweet as I took his prick into my mouth. I had about half his massive cock down my throat before I felt my gag reflex kick in. But the cowboy pushed down hard and another few inches snaked back into my gullet, cutting off my air. He pushed down some more and I felt the rest of him ram right through me, scrapping the inside of my throat. His pubes smelled tangy and I felt his balls jump and pump against my chin.
I thought I was going to black out - couldn’t breathe with Ennis’ cock stopping up my windpipe - couldn’t pull myself from the cowboy’s grasp even if I’d wanted to. But damn if the sensation was incredible. Mercifully he let up on his grip, letting me back off his cock and took a much-needed breath, gasping for a moment before going down on him again. This time I didn’t need him to push down on my neck. I forced myself to swallow all of him, feeling his cock scraping my throat and cutting off my oxygen again. I ran my hands over his ripping belly as he leaned back into the hay, groaning softly as I worked over his gorgeous prick. I tasted pre-cum as I dug my tongue into his piss slit, sucking hard on the pulsing head of his cock.
I felt Ennis’ hands entwine in my hair and then he started punching his hips upward, face-fucking me in earnest. I was sure he was about to blow his load. Made me hunger for it, wanting his load in my mouth - but my ass still itched for more.
Ennis must’ve been psychic, because he suddenly stopped face-fucking me and leaned forward, running his hand down my spine and over the orbs of my ass. Another fury of blows came from both hands making the cheeks of my rump burn. With his cock still stuffed down my throat I arched my back to better receive the exquisite punishment he was dolling out. I felt the cowboy’s work-roughened hands pull my ass cheeks apart, felt his fingers slide down into the crack of my ass, roughing up my tender asshole. A moment later he pushed one of his thick calloused digits into me.
I grunted, moving my head from side to side to show him my appreciation, his cock throbbing to my every twisting, slurping suck. Ennis stood and slowly pulled his swaying cock from my hungry mouth. He moved around me, flipping me over until my back is resting on a bushel of hay, pulling my boots and jeans off and like my shirt carelessly tossing them away in the darkness. Reaching over he grabbed a can of axle grease and lubed his stiff cock before resting my thighs on his sturdy shoulders, mounting me as he dig his slick cock against the edge of my chute.
“Time for me to do some ridin’,” he growled, pressing his hands on my biceps leaning over me. “Gonna get me some of this sweet ass.” I felt the wiry pubes of his crotch scratch over my hole as he slid back, his cock flopping into my ass crack. A breath later I felt the head of his cock push against my hole, and suddenly he bore into me, not stopping until he was up to his beefy balls in my asshole.
“Awww fuucckk!!” I bellowed. It felt sooooo good!
“That’s it cowboy!” Ennis started rocking his hips. “Take that shit!” And I did. I took every thick hard inch of him as he pounded my ass, every thrust and stab causing a jolt of fireworks to explode in my head as my body vibrated with each pleasurable thrust. My guts felt like they were going to burst from being too full of him. I turned my face burying it into the stack of hay he’d been sitting on - the smell was sweet and musty at the same time, just like him.
Suddenly I felt him pull out and push his lubed finger into me again - not what I wanted, I wanted the delicious agony of his overblown cock! But then he slid another digit into me, and another. His thick fingers were like sandpaper, and I whimpered as he pushed his pinky into me too with his thumb rubbing against my balls. He shook his hand, waking my internal organs as never before. My cock jerked up slapping my gut - felt like I was about to bust my nuts. I beat my stretched out fists against the stack of hay as he began finger fucking me with his four long, thick fingers with relish and skill. Soon my entire thrashing body was washed in musky sweat as my eyes rolled in the back of my head with my legs spread wide eagerly giving Ennis greater excess.
“Motherfucker!!” I cried out in ecstasy.
Ennis pulled his fingers out of my ass and rammed his cock back up inside me - fucking incredible! My ass was open wide to take every bit of him. Still felt like my guts and my balls were about to explode, sweat just pouring off me in rivulets. But then he leaned back, grabbing my waist, he flipped me over until I’m on my hands and knees all the while with him still buried inside me. Resting his torso against my back he buried his face in the bend of my neck sucking my flesh hard as he grinded his cock even farther in me fucking me so good and hard the truck began shaking and bouncing.
“Uggh! Awww yeeah En-nis!! Fuuck me deep cow-boy! Deeper!! Urrrh fuck!! Ughhh…aahhh!!!”
Next thing I knew he had my cock in his spit-grease-lubed fist and he pulled it back through my legs while jerking it.
“Urrrh shiittt, man!” My legs and hands quaked as he bent my cock back, making my spine arch like a ten-cent whore. His one hand found its way to the front of my neck while his other hand stroked my meat in time with this thrusting prick. Before you could say, “Gun’s goin’ off” I felt my insides contract, my balls pumped hard, and I shot my load into the hot night air. Felt like a gallon blasted out my prick…felt so fucking good!
Ennis whooped and yelled and let go of my cock, the rest of my jizz splashing slipshod over the barrel of hay where I was on all fours. He pounded himself into my clutching ass, both hands gripping my shoulders. “Yeah, cowboy, I’m gonna shoot!” He pulled out and I felt his jizz squirt over my back, up over my shoulder, felt it spill hot over the orbs of my ass. He pushed back into me, his breathing ragged as my hole gobbled up the last pumps of spunk from his nuts.
My cowboy leaned down and licked a glob of his cum from my shoulder, playfully biting my flesh. A heartbeat later he pulled out of me, leaving me feeling empty, yet one hundred percent satisfied.
“Thanks bud,” he said, the sinewy muscles of his body jiggling as he hopped into his jeans, tucking his still stiff cock into his pants - still shiny from my asshole. Amazingly his hat never left his head.
Panting like a happy dog, I flopped onto my back in the hay. “You’re goddamn welcome.”
I started to move toward the direction where my discarded clothes may have been toss from the truck by Ennis when I felt a solid boot on my chest pushing me back down onto the hay.
“And exactly where do think you’re going?” I looked up into Ennis’ dark, wicked eyes.
“I’m going to get the my clothes you tossed into the night.” I chuckled at him. I tried to get up again but Ennis still prevented me from moving. This time with his entire body pressing against mine as he pulled me into a deep, smoldering kiss as his tongue played sword fight with my own.
“You ain’t going no where,” Ennis growled between sloppy kisses. “Been wantin’ to get at ya for so long!”
“You have?” I was surprise by this admiration as my limps tightened around Ennis frame pulling our bodies and lips closer together.
“Yeah,” he hissed hungrily entwining his fingers into my hair pulling it back exposing my Adam’s apple in order for him to suck down on it. “Why you think I kept going to that damn bar. I heard about ya and I was hoping you would make some type of move on me.”
He began biting into my neck releasing yelping sounds from my throat. “When it was clear you wasn’t going to make your move, I decided I had to take the bull by the horn and get what’s mine!”
My mind was racing. All this time I’ve been lusting after this cowboy thinking I would never get him and all the while he’s been doing the same.
“Well boy,” I told him grabbing his mouth back into mine. “You got me so what are you going to do about it.”
Ennis seat up and stared down at me with a controlling yet mischievous look on his face. Reaching over me he pulled out a rope and before I knew it he had my hands and feet bounded.
“What the fuck? Ennis if you don’t untie me!” I frowned at him tricked off but strangely aroused.
Ennis only grinned at me as he jumped off the bed of the truck gathering my discarded clothes throwing in the truck as he closed the tailgate before heading to the driver’s side opening the door.
“I’m kinda like the idea of you buck-naked and tied up in the back of my truck as I drive the twenty miles back to be my place,” he shouted over his shoulder laughing good-naturally.
“I’m hoping that by the time I get you there you’ll be so tricked off that you’ll feel the need to strap me to my bed with those ropes and fuck the holy shit of me in punishment! That is if you got what it takes to do it!”
Before I could give him an answer he hopped into the truck, started up the engine and the next thing I knew I was bouncing back and forth as we jetted back on the highway flying at top speed to his place with my cock hard as steel smiling at the idea of getting my hands on that motherfucker.
“Oh yeah, Ennis! I’m gonna fuck you until your squealing like a ten-dollar whore…and you’re gonna love every minute of it!!”
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