Cowboy Roundup

Taming Brooks by R.W. Clinger-2

He likes me and finds me irresistible. I become a cookie cutter fit for his new personalized ranch hand role. I come off as being clever and smooth, which causes him to scrape up a hearty laugh as he massages my rod and hard balls. He catches my gaze with his and whispers in the evening breeze, “Of course you are the man for the job. Did you get all settled into your cabin?”

I nod and respond, “Yes, sir,” and stand with my legs slightly parted as my Adam’s apple nervously bobs up and down.

The cowboy slowly rubs his hand against the denim between my legs, hardening up my goods all the way, which causes me to feel dizzy and raw. “Are you going to be a gentleman and take a bath before this evening’s introduction to the rest of the staff?”

“Sure.” I smile, sound easy, naïve, and boy-like. As I begin to undo my buckle, buttons, and pull out my plaid shirt, I wonder which staff he is going to introduce me to…the group of employees back at the ranch that I will be working with for the next few months, or the piece of d**k that is hardening between his thoroughbred thighs.

He catches me off guard, steps back a pace, and spreads his legs wide and wider. With bronzed hands, cowboy grasps his c**k and begins to play with himself. He watches me slip out of my T-shirt, boots, and jeans. Within seconds, the only thing I’m wearing is a rawhide friendship bracelet that was given to me by a dude in Austin, a special someone who shared amazing rodeo blowjobs with me, he was into my juicy d**k and lean body. Without any jerking, a smear of semen collects at the tippy-slit of its domed head.

Brooks licks his lips, ready for whatever can happen between us. He keeps his eyes focused on mine as he informs, “I think I’ll break you in right now, Randy.”

“Break me in?” I ask, challenged by his comment. If he plans on using his d**k on my tamable ass then he’d better have some heavy duty lube.

“Come here, cowboy. Loosen up. I’m not going to hurt you. Everyone needs a little welcome.” He’s hot and gentle and all blond-perfection. He trains me with ease, gradually moves forward, and asks rather politely with Stockton County manners, “You have a boyfriend?”

“Not currently.” I feel his c**k press up against mine, both heads touch, ball-sacks dance a tango in the heated and sticky evening.

“There are real countryman things out here, huh?” I ask, eyeing the massive size of his hardening c**k.

“Yes, siree.” Brooks gently collides his chest with mine. Our erect n*****s kiss as his tongue meets the elongated and tight shape of my neck. I feel the bristles of his chin-scruff against my flesh. He holds my hips in his large but steady hands, pulls his tongue off my skin, and whispers into my right ear, “Can a cowboy like me overcome the sight of a handsome, young stranger like you?”

It’s like he’s singing one of those sad country songs, or reciting windy poetry. I fall for it and chant, “It depends what’s in it for me.”

His left hand ropes my erection and his fingertips smear semen at its curved apex. Brooks pulls the appendage away, discovers my lips, and whispers, “A little chow, a hot cowboy, and a great big piece of Oklahoma can do a man good.”

I taste my ejaculate, swallow the salty-sweet goodness down, lick my lips, kiss his rough fingertips, and feel his free hand draw one of my palms to his pulsating c**k. He kisses me hard, pushing his tongue to the back of my throat as he gently bucks his d**k into my hand with ease.

I’m dizzy and confused against him. Brooks is too steamy and massive to begin an escape from this tango. No escape occurs, though. Instead, I cling to his chest, working his d**k with my right hand, kissing him hard and harder…unbroken.

He smells rustic and masculine, like strong mesquite beside me as I tug up and down on his erection. The cowboy moans, bites my neck, and my right n****e. As he falls to his knees, he touches every tight ab muscle, lapping at each with his extended tongue. With experienced fingers, he grazes the line of midnight colored hair beneath my navel to the triangular patch of pubes above my c**k. Slowly his cowboy tongue moves the head of my d**k in and out of his mouth, a stampeding motion that drives me wild. Eventually, he positions its hardness against his throat. He holds onto my hips with both hands, balances himself, and ropes me in his arms. With skill, he begins to work his tongue around my muscled rod again, slurping and moaning, totally into me; the idyllic cowboy at work.

I tour his mouth, hump, thrust forward, and buck his handsome face. Brooks squeezes my n*****s, still on his knees. Because I haven’t been with a guy in four months, I can’t help popping off an immediate and spontaneous load of ejaculate. I yank my firm c**k out of his mouth, feel a rapid vibration of pure lust shift through my core, and decorate my employer’s left cheek, chin, and neck. I feel jitters of rhythmic pleasure flood throughout my entire body and begin to howl at the top of my lungs like a desert wolf.

My palms find the back of his head as I lean over the cowboy. With ease, I lap up every drop of my semen, locked in a state of hyper clean-up. The length of my tongue drags along his skin, removing every bubble and line of ejaculate that clings to his salty flesh.

Eventually he stands, spreads his legs wide again, and has his d**k pointing at my sloped, rippled chest. As his muscled fists rotate up and down on his erection, Brooks grits his teeth and lets out a masculine sound that a coyote might make. Every part of his body is ripped and hard, glistening with sweat. And because I roll fingers up and down his chest, giving in to the muscles on his neck with my tongue and lips, pinching n*****s, and grazing abs with fingertips, he sprays an endless amount of semen over my chest, hips, and still-hard c**k.

Afterward, we head for Copperhead Creek together, ready to wash up.

Brooks says, “Welcome to Brooks Ranch, dude…I think I’m going to like having you around here.”

I choose not to object; Dallas Brooks is more than a sweaty-sweet man…he’s passed the test to be my new boyfriend.