Drunk Cowboy Works Over A Submissive Fag
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
I was working at a restaurant in Tucson, Arizona about 8 years ago. It had been a tough night and I was just about to finish up and head home when I saw a rough looking cowboy type sitting at the counter having breakfast to try to sober up after a night of partying. I decided to have a cup of coffee before leaving, hoping I could "persuade" this hot stud into a little action. I quickly drank half of my coffee so I could bolt at the first sign of his departure.
About 15 minutes later, he showed signs of getting ready to take off. I stood up and told a couple of my co-workers good bye and sauntered out the door. I knew that he would be parked out back as that was the only parking available. I made it to my car, fished out my keys and pulled a cigarette from my apron. After lighting the cigarette, I took a couple drags, waiting for him to round the building. I soon saw him swaggering towards his car and as he got closer, I nodded and said, "How ya doin'"? He grinned and replied, "Alright man, and you?" His speech was slightly slurred, enough to know that he had been drinking, but not completely wasted. "You need a ride instead of trying to drive?" I asked him. He strode over to where I was standing next to my car and put his big, meaty hand on my chest. "No thanks kid," he drawled, "but do you know of any bars that are still open?" "Kid?" I thought, nobody's called me that in a few years. I'm 30 years old and this guy couldn't be much more than 38 or 39. "No Sir," I answered, "I don't know of any bars, but I think you can still get some beer at the Circle K just down the street."
"Would you mind following me there so I don't get pulled over?" He asked of me. "Sure thing, Sir." I answered, getting hot as the possibility of coercing him into some action was getting greater.
He strutted to his car and I stood mezmerized by his hot bubble butt and thick thighs straining the denim of his levi's. We reached the store without incident and he said, "Hold on a sec, I'll be right out." I lit another cigarette and waited for about 3 minutes when he came back out with a 12 pack of Bud. "You want to go to my place and have few beers?" He inquired. "Sure," I answered, "where do you live?" "About 4 blocks that way." He pointed, then adjusted his somewhat large bulge. "Okay Sir," I said, "lead the way."
We got into our cars again and I followed him to his rather shabby looking house. I parked directly behind his old Cadillac, turned off the engine and started to open my door. He met me at my door and stated, "Would you mind if we went somewhere else to drink these? My old lady's home and she'll throw a shit fit if she catches me drinking more!" "No problem," I responded, "should we take my car?" "Fuck yeah kid, I'm too drunk to drive!" He chuckled a deep, throaty sound. He stumbled into the passenger side, almost dropping the beer. "Where can we go?" I asked. "Go out to I10 and head north. There's a road we can take off and nobody'll bother us."
He leaned his head back and I got to take a couple quick glances at him. He wore a western shirt, vivid red with silver adornments, opened to his stomach. His chest was thick with dark, curly hair. His prominent bulge just begged to be popped open and engulfed by a hungry mouth. He had opened his eyes while I was checking out his basket and I realized that he knew what I was looking at, but he failed to say anything. He told me to take the next exit and turn west for about a mile. We turned off the desolate road and ambled through the brush. I was thankful that the moon was bright and I could just make my way. I was starting to wonder if I had gotten myself into something that I would regret, but my dick was doing all thinking that night.
I stopped the car, turned off the engine and opened my door. He got out, sauntered to the front of the car and sat on the hood. He popped open two beers, handing one to me and proceeded to gulp his down. "Damn Kid," he drawled, "I needed that! My old lady's been busting my ass for the last 3 months! By the way Kid, name's Rico." He extended his rough, calloused hand and gripped mine tightly. "Mine's Rick." I responded, enjoying his sandpaper like grip. "You got an old lady?" He asked, looking me straight in the eye. "Nah," I replied, "I guess I just haven't found one that really does it for me." "You're lucky kid." He stated flatly. "Mine loves to act like she owns the fucking world. Sometimes I'd like to slap the shit out of her!" I got the feeling that he needed to have someone that would let him order them around and I was the perfect person for the job. "I wouldn't say 'lucky', I'm looking for someone who likes to order me around!" I was afraid I might be pushing it, but I knew that I could out run him and definitely out fox him if I pissed him off. "Sure kid," he started, less slurring in his speech. "You get yourself one of those pushy bitches and before you know it, you can't even take a shit without her saying it's okay." "I'm sure you're right," I began, trying to ease him into the dominant role, "but that's what really gets me off. I love it when I'm told what to do!"
He cocked his head a little and grinned, showing his even, white teeth below a thick moustache. "Bet you'd even suck cock if your old lady told you to, huh kid?" I feigned surprise, and stuttered, "I, uh, I don't know about that. I mean, I don't think a woman would be strong enough to force me to do that." He smiled widely, slipping off the hood and grabbed my shirt with both hands. "I'm no fucking woman and I bet I'm strong enough to make you suck cock!" He had an animal like quality about him that both frightened me and excited me. I felt myself flush crimson. I, I, uh, mm, wh, wh, what do ya mean?" I sputtered. He ripped my shirt open and grabbed my hair in his large, left hand. "You're gonna suck my cock boy!" He bellowed. His voice was deep, resonating.
With his right hand, he roughly undid his belt and withdrew it from the loops. He threw me face first into the hood of my car, pulling back hard on my hands and securing them behind my back with the belt. He grabbed my hair again and said, "On your knees bitch!" He growled menacingly, but my fear was dwindling. His cock was still encased in his briefs. I fell to my knees and my face brushed up against his pouch as I was trying to maintain my balance. He pulled my head back and slapped me with his free hand. "Suck my dick you little fag," he hissed, "I know that's what you want. Take my dick out and suck it kid."
With my hands restrained I had to use my mouth to free his enlarging tool. With a few tugs, his thick meat bounced free. His cock was about 8 inches, cut and still only semi-hard. I started to take just the bulbous cockhead into my mouth. I didn't want to appear as experienced so I just did a lot of licking and only sucked a little on the big, shiny helmut. He smelled so clean and fresh, not at all like someone who had just been out at the bars all night. He grabbed my head with both hands and said, "take it all you fucking fairy!" I turned my head and his cock popped out. "I can't take all that Sir. It's too big, I'll choke." "Tough shit kid," he commanded, "you're gonna take it all!" With that, he grabbed me by the hair again and shoved the entire length down my throat. I was in heaven. I gasped and sputtered, not because of inexperience, but from the sheer size of his massive tool. He kept it buried down my throat for about 10 seconds and I did my special throat squeezing and humming which sends guys into orbit. He withdrew all the way and then slammed back to the root. I stuck my tongue out and licked his hairy balls while he had his cock shoved down my throat.
He face fucked me for about 20 minutes. I could feel his nuts withdrawing, preparing for the explosion, but he just kept on going. My pants were soaked with my pre-cum. After a while, he pulled me to my feet, undid the belt securing my hands and told me to take his shirt off. I obeyed as though I were in a trance. His upper torso was covered in hair. His shoulders, back, chest, belly and arms were thick with coarse, curly, black hair. I attacked his tits with my mouth, savagely biting and sucking as though I were trying to nurse and I hadn't eaten in a week. My hands were exploring all over his hirsute form, reeling in the texture of the thick, coarse hair.
He bent me over the hood again, "now you're gonna take my big dick up your fuckin' ass!" "Fuck NO!" I demanded. "There's no way I can take that. It'll kill me!" "Fuck you punk," he asserted, "you'll take it just fine." He pressed his thick, hard, tool up to my opening and started to push. I clenched as hard as I could. "Shit kid, you're tight as a 10 year old virgin! Fuckin' relax!" He commanded. "I can't Sir," I answered, "you're too big. I've never been fucked!" He slapped my ass hard, leaving a bright red mark to match the feeling of fire, dropped to his knees and spread my legs exposing my clenched asshole. I felt his thick moustache and beard stubble on my ass and then his warm breath. Then his wet tongue just flicked at my rosebud. It sent me into spasms. His expert mouth was doing wonders and lubing me and getting me all worked up.
After about 10 minutes, he stood back up, I heard him spit into his hand and stroke his huge pole. I felt the massive mushroom head connect with my sphincter and then everything went white. He just rammed his entire cock into my asshole until I felt his hairy balls slap mine. He stayed lodged deep inside me, letting me adjust to the invasion and obviously enjoying the spasming throughout my colon massaging his turgid stick. He withdrew slowly until just his cockhead remained imbedded and then slammed in again. He picked up the tempo, "Fuck boy," he grunted, "you gotta nice tight hole. You like Daddy fucking you don't you boy?" "OH YES DADDY!" I screamed, "FUCK ME LIKE A BITCH!" He impaled me again, reaching around my torso and lifted me off the ground with his steely pole buried to the hilt.
He turned around and sat on the edge of the hood and just lifted me up and down on his huge rod. "Please Sir," I begged, "can I face you?" I still don't know how he did it, but without missing a stroke, he twirled me around and I was now facing him. I planted my feet on the car and grabbed both of his massive pecs with my hands and began to bounce for all I was worth. His breath was becoming quite labored and I knew that I couldn't last more than a few more seconds. I watched as his face began to contort and I felt his muscles contract and his cock thicken even more up my ass.
I couldn't hold back any longer. Without even touching my own cock, it began to explode, shooting ropes of hot, sticky cum all over Rico's chest and stomach. Then Rico reached up, grabbing my shoulders and forcing all of his cock deep into my bowels and then it started. He spurt a huge load of cream up my stretched ass. I felt the twitching of his cock against my prostate causing my cock to dribble the last of my cum from my spent nuts.
He kept his cock buried for a few minutes while his breathing slowed to normal. Finally, he lifted me off his softened cock and let me fall to the ground. I was still shakey from such a massive orgasm, I just stayed on the ground looking up my hairy god before me. He grabbed his limp prick, shook it a couple times and then he started spraying me with his delicious golden nectar. I scrambled to my knees hoping to take some in my mouth. He didn't dissapoint me. I took the last of his piss in my mouth and swallowed hungrily.
After he was finished, I took his flaccid meat into my mouth to clean it off. We quickly got dressed in silence and headed back to his place. I dropped him off and he said "Thanks. Maybe we'll see each other again sometime." I said, "Sure, sounds good." I took off, waving good bye. We never did hook up after that night, and now that I live in California, I doubt our paths will ever cross again. I wouldn't mind meeting up with someone similar though!
About 15 minutes later, he showed signs of getting ready to take off. I stood up and told a couple of my co-workers good bye and sauntered out the door. I knew that he would be parked out back as that was the only parking available. I made it to my car, fished out my keys and pulled a cigarette from my apron. After lighting the cigarette, I took a couple drags, waiting for him to round the building. I soon saw him swaggering towards his car and as he got closer, I nodded and said, "How ya doin'"? He grinned and replied, "Alright man, and you?" His speech was slightly slurred, enough to know that he had been drinking, but not completely wasted. "You need a ride instead of trying to drive?" I asked him. He strode over to where I was standing next to my car and put his big, meaty hand on my chest. "No thanks kid," he drawled, "but do you know of any bars that are still open?" "Kid?" I thought, nobody's called me that in a few years. I'm 30 years old and this guy couldn't be much more than 38 or 39. "No Sir," I answered, "I don't know of any bars, but I think you can still get some beer at the Circle K just down the street."
"Would you mind following me there so I don't get pulled over?" He asked of me. "Sure thing, Sir." I answered, getting hot as the possibility of coercing him into some action was getting greater.
He strutted to his car and I stood mezmerized by his hot bubble butt and thick thighs straining the denim of his levi's. We reached the store without incident and he said, "Hold on a sec, I'll be right out." I lit another cigarette and waited for about 3 minutes when he came back out with a 12 pack of Bud. "You want to go to my place and have few beers?" He inquired. "Sure," I answered, "where do you live?" "About 4 blocks that way." He pointed, then adjusted his somewhat large bulge. "Okay Sir," I said, "lead the way."
We got into our cars again and I followed him to his rather shabby looking house. I parked directly behind his old Cadillac, turned off the engine and started to open my door. He met me at my door and stated, "Would you mind if we went somewhere else to drink these? My old lady's home and she'll throw a shit fit if she catches me drinking more!" "No problem," I responded, "should we take my car?" "Fuck yeah kid, I'm too drunk to drive!" He chuckled a deep, throaty sound. He stumbled into the passenger side, almost dropping the beer. "Where can we go?" I asked. "Go out to I10 and head north. There's a road we can take off and nobody'll bother us."
He leaned his head back and I got to take a couple quick glances at him. He wore a western shirt, vivid red with silver adornments, opened to his stomach. His chest was thick with dark, curly hair. His prominent bulge just begged to be popped open and engulfed by a hungry mouth. He had opened his eyes while I was checking out his basket and I realized that he knew what I was looking at, but he failed to say anything. He told me to take the next exit and turn west for about a mile. We turned off the desolate road and ambled through the brush. I was thankful that the moon was bright and I could just make my way. I was starting to wonder if I had gotten myself into something that I would regret, but my dick was doing all thinking that night.
I stopped the car, turned off the engine and opened my door. He got out, sauntered to the front of the car and sat on the hood. He popped open two beers, handing one to me and proceeded to gulp his down. "Damn Kid," he drawled, "I needed that! My old lady's been busting my ass for the last 3 months! By the way Kid, name's Rico." He extended his rough, calloused hand and gripped mine tightly. "Mine's Rick." I responded, enjoying his sandpaper like grip. "You got an old lady?" He asked, looking me straight in the eye. "Nah," I replied, "I guess I just haven't found one that really does it for me." "You're lucky kid." He stated flatly. "Mine loves to act like she owns the fucking world. Sometimes I'd like to slap the shit out of her!" I got the feeling that he needed to have someone that would let him order them around and I was the perfect person for the job. "I wouldn't say 'lucky', I'm looking for someone who likes to order me around!" I was afraid I might be pushing it, but I knew that I could out run him and definitely out fox him if I pissed him off. "Sure kid," he started, less slurring in his speech. "You get yourself one of those pushy bitches and before you know it, you can't even take a shit without her saying it's okay." "I'm sure you're right," I began, trying to ease him into the dominant role, "but that's what really gets me off. I love it when I'm told what to do!"
He cocked his head a little and grinned, showing his even, white teeth below a thick moustache. "Bet you'd even suck cock if your old lady told you to, huh kid?" I feigned surprise, and stuttered, "I, uh, I don't know about that. I mean, I don't think a woman would be strong enough to force me to do that." He smiled widely, slipping off the hood and grabbed my shirt with both hands. "I'm no fucking woman and I bet I'm strong enough to make you suck cock!" He had an animal like quality about him that both frightened me and excited me. I felt myself flush crimson. I, I, uh, mm, wh, wh, what do ya mean?" I sputtered. He ripped my shirt open and grabbed my hair in his large, left hand. "You're gonna suck my cock boy!" He bellowed. His voice was deep, resonating.
With his right hand, he roughly undid his belt and withdrew it from the loops. He threw me face first into the hood of my car, pulling back hard on my hands and securing them behind my back with the belt. He grabbed my hair again and said, "On your knees bitch!" He growled menacingly, but my fear was dwindling. His cock was still encased in his briefs. I fell to my knees and my face brushed up against his pouch as I was trying to maintain my balance. He pulled my head back and slapped me with his free hand. "Suck my dick you little fag," he hissed, "I know that's what you want. Take my dick out and suck it kid."
With my hands restrained I had to use my mouth to free his enlarging tool. With a few tugs, his thick meat bounced free. His cock was about 8 inches, cut and still only semi-hard. I started to take just the bulbous cockhead into my mouth. I didn't want to appear as experienced so I just did a lot of licking and only sucked a little on the big, shiny helmut. He smelled so clean and fresh, not at all like someone who had just been out at the bars all night. He grabbed my head with both hands and said, "take it all you fucking fairy!" I turned my head and his cock popped out. "I can't take all that Sir. It's too big, I'll choke." "Tough shit kid," he commanded, "you're gonna take it all!" With that, he grabbed me by the hair again and shoved the entire length down my throat. I was in heaven. I gasped and sputtered, not because of inexperience, but from the sheer size of his massive tool. He kept it buried down my throat for about 10 seconds and I did my special throat squeezing and humming which sends guys into orbit. He withdrew all the way and then slammed back to the root. I stuck my tongue out and licked his hairy balls while he had his cock shoved down my throat.
He face fucked me for about 20 minutes. I could feel his nuts withdrawing, preparing for the explosion, but he just kept on going. My pants were soaked with my pre-cum. After a while, he pulled me to my feet, undid the belt securing my hands and told me to take his shirt off. I obeyed as though I were in a trance. His upper torso was covered in hair. His shoulders, back, chest, belly and arms were thick with coarse, curly, black hair. I attacked his tits with my mouth, savagely biting and sucking as though I were trying to nurse and I hadn't eaten in a week. My hands were exploring all over his hirsute form, reeling in the texture of the thick, coarse hair.
He bent me over the hood again, "now you're gonna take my big dick up your fuckin' ass!" "Fuck NO!" I demanded. "There's no way I can take that. It'll kill me!" "Fuck you punk," he asserted, "you'll take it just fine." He pressed his thick, hard, tool up to my opening and started to push. I clenched as hard as I could. "Shit kid, you're tight as a 10 year old virgin! Fuckin' relax!" He commanded. "I can't Sir," I answered, "you're too big. I've never been fucked!" He slapped my ass hard, leaving a bright red mark to match the feeling of fire, dropped to his knees and spread my legs exposing my clenched asshole. I felt his thick moustache and beard stubble on my ass and then his warm breath. Then his wet tongue just flicked at my rosebud. It sent me into spasms. His expert mouth was doing wonders and lubing me and getting me all worked up.
After about 10 minutes, he stood back up, I heard him spit into his hand and stroke his huge pole. I felt the massive mushroom head connect with my sphincter and then everything went white. He just rammed his entire cock into my asshole until I felt his hairy balls slap mine. He stayed lodged deep inside me, letting me adjust to the invasion and obviously enjoying the spasming throughout my colon massaging his turgid stick. He withdrew slowly until just his cockhead remained imbedded and then slammed in again. He picked up the tempo, "Fuck boy," he grunted, "you gotta nice tight hole. You like Daddy fucking you don't you boy?" "OH YES DADDY!" I screamed, "FUCK ME LIKE A BITCH!" He impaled me again, reaching around my torso and lifted me off the ground with his steely pole buried to the hilt.
He turned around and sat on the edge of the hood and just lifted me up and down on his huge rod. "Please Sir," I begged, "can I face you?" I still don't know how he did it, but without missing a stroke, he twirled me around and I was now facing him. I planted my feet on the car and grabbed both of his massive pecs with my hands and began to bounce for all I was worth. His breath was becoming quite labored and I knew that I couldn't last more than a few more seconds. I watched as his face began to contort and I felt his muscles contract and his cock thicken even more up my ass.
I couldn't hold back any longer. Without even touching my own cock, it began to explode, shooting ropes of hot, sticky cum all over Rico's chest and stomach. Then Rico reached up, grabbing my shoulders and forcing all of his cock deep into my bowels and then it started. He spurt a huge load of cream up my stretched ass. I felt the twitching of his cock against my prostate causing my cock to dribble the last of my cum from my spent nuts.
He kept his cock buried for a few minutes while his breathing slowed to normal. Finally, he lifted me off his softened cock and let me fall to the ground. I was still shakey from such a massive orgasm, I just stayed on the ground looking up my hairy god before me. He grabbed his limp prick, shook it a couple times and then he started spraying me with his delicious golden nectar. I scrambled to my knees hoping to take some in my mouth. He didn't dissapoint me. I took the last of his piss in my mouth and swallowed hungrily.
After he was finished, I took his flaccid meat into my mouth to clean it off. We quickly got dressed in silence and headed back to his place. I dropped him off and he said "Thanks. Maybe we'll see each other again sometime." I said, "Sure, sounds good." I took off, waving good bye. We never did hook up after that night, and now that I live in California, I doubt our paths will ever cross again. I wouldn't mind meeting up with someone similar though!
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