Chapter 2: Brad’s Challenge-2
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After taking a long shower, Brad lay dozing on the big queen bed in the back bedroom of the camper. He had come home from the barn after dinner with Hank and a few of their clients. Hank went back to the stable to work with some of them. Brad had fallen asleep, half dreaming of riding Desi in the show ring going in the wrong direction, with Hank screaming at him from the grandstand.
“Hey, cowboy,” said a deep voice. Brad turned over. There in the doorway was his man, naked except for a pair of cowboy boots and his black Stetson. Brad felt a surge of arousal.
“You’re the cowboy in the family,” Brad said softly.
“Not tonight. Tonight ya get your first ridin’ lesson and you’re the cowboy.”
Hank walked sensuously toward the bed. As he moved, his large c**k began to rise from its nest of thick black hair that was still glistening from the shower he had evidently just taken. When he reached the bed, Brad swung his legs over the side and pulled his man to him. Brad buried his face in the thick bush of curly pubic hair and inhaled deeply. The scent that tantalized his nostrils was a mixture of body wash and man smell. He could feel his arousal building. He opened his mouth and grazed on the prize that was so willingly offered to him.
Hank’s hard d**k against his cheek, Brad began to lick the groove between the throbbing organ and Hank’s leg, dipping down until he was able to lick and suck the man’s hair-shrouded balls, which, he knew were full of man seed, ready to explode at just the right moment.
After giving ample attention to Hank’s scrotum, Brad pulled back and looked up into the face smiling down on him. Brad closed his eyes as Hank took hold of either side of his head, feeding the thick, rigid organ into his mouth. Sucking and running his tongue up and down the tender underside, Brad’s intention was to give Hank the maximum of pleasure and then let him have a glorious climax. But Hank seemed to have other plans. Just when Brad could feel the big man begin to lose control, feel the veins on his beautiful c**k throb, Hank pulled out. Brad reached for him, trying to take the big d**k back inside, to finish the job he had started.
“No, no, cowboy. Now it’s time for your lesson,” Hank drawled as he bent and kissed the mouth that, moments before, had engulfed his manhood.
Hank broke the kiss and crawled up on the bed next to Brad. He was on all fours, kneeling and supporting his upper body with his arms bent so his ass was higher than his shoulders.
“Groom me, cowboy,” Hank commanded. “Get me ready for ridin’.”
Brad smiled. He understood. He was going to top tonight. He was gonna ride Hank. It didn’t happen often, but when it did Brad thoroughly enjoyed it. He climbed on the bed, kneeling behind his pony. He ran his hands over the firm, muscular ass and its covering of soft, short black hair, letting his fingers caress the ass crack that concealed the entry to his man’s body.
Brad leaned forward, letting his thick pecs slide sensuously over those firm glutes, all the way up until he was lying on Hank’s back, his tangle of blond pubic hair pressed against Hank’s ass, his hard c**k between Hank’s legs, its tip poking Hank’s hanging nuts. Brad kissed and licked his way back down the man’s torso, kneading and rubbing the flared lats, reaching around to squeeze Hank’s massive chest, letting his fingers tangle in the lush growth of hair, ending with grasping and slowly pumping the hard c**k at the base of the ripped abs.
When Brad’s tongue reached the top of Hank’s crevice, he moved his hands around so he was able to massage the ass muscles and spread the cheeks as he kneaded them. He licked, kissed and chewed both sides of Hank’s ass, finally concentrating on the canyon between the mounds of flesh. By now Brad was more aroused than he could ever remember. He rejoiced in, reveled in, and relished the feel, touch and taste of this man. Spreading the cheeks wide he plunged his tongue into the tight sphincter.
Hank responded by pushing back and exclaiming, “Yeah, cowboy, get this pony ready. Yeah, oh yeah.”
Brad continued his lingual assault on Hank’s hole. At times, he felt almost overcome with the desire to penetrate. He would raise up and rub his chest against his man’s ass, grunting and groaning. Hank continued his verbal encouragement. Brad would return to licking, probing and kissing Hank’s hole. He could feel the tight ring relaxing. Brad’s tongue pushed farther and farther inside. He replaced his tongue with a finger, then two, and finally three.
“God! Yes!” moaned Hank. “Ride me, stud. Ride me, cowboy!”
Pre-c*m, spit and sweat were all the lube they needed. Brad positioned himself and pushed. The sphincter opened, and he slid in. Hank grunted his assent and pushed back, impaling himself on the turgid shaft that was invading his body.
Hank began to buck and thrash. Brad wrapped his arms around the man’s waist and humped into the backward thrusts of his bronco. Each forward movement allowed Brad to feel the man’s prostate. Every time c**k met prostate Hank growled his pleasure.
After a time, reckless abandon gave way to tender expressions of the real reason for the union: the love each man had for the other.
“Oh, God, Hank, I love you,” Brad sighed as his excitement reached its peak, and his balls contracted, shooting his load into his man.
“Yeah, cowboy,” Hank said breathlessly, pressing back into the ejaculatory strokes. “Love ya so much.”
Spent, Brad collapsed onto Hank’s back. Hank in turn sank to the bed. They lay there for some time. Brad buried his face into the nape of Hank’s neck, feeling Hank’s heart pounding against his chest. Brad reveled in the feelings of post climax. Finally Brad rolled to one side. Hank shifted position, too. They lay facing each other.
“What can I do for you?” Brad asked.
“Nothing, my buckaroo,” Hank said. “I was well taken care of.”
Hank wrapped his arms around Brad and pulled him close. Their stomachs pressed together. Brad could feel the slippery c*m on Hank’s abs attesting to the fact that Hank had c*m, too.
“See what a good equestrian you are?” Hank teased. “Your horsemanship skills just earned you a blue ribbon.”
Brad smiled and kissed him. “You’re the best ridin’ coach in the whole wide world.”
He snuggled down, draping one leg over Hank’s and one arm over his belly, nestling his head on his chest.
“Well, ya did just fine, cowboy. You rode me hard and put me up wet.”
Brad snickered as he drifted off to sleep.
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