HORSE COCK

From: man2man@netcom.com

HORSE COCK

“Jesus, man!” I was thinking as I pulled into the yard of the horse ranch.
“Who the hell is that?”

I shut off the engine, slid down in the car seat, and squinted through the
bright sunlight to get a closer look. I didn’t remember seeing this guy
around before, and I’m sure I would have remembered if I had. My eyes ran
up and down the lines of the hot-looking body under a big cowboy hat. He
was leaning against a rail fence, talking with one of the ranch hands. One
of his legs was stuck cockily up on a rail, and even from this far away I
see a huge basket in his jeans. Maybe it was just the way he was standing

“Hi Wade, you here for a ride?”

I looked up suddenly. It was Pete, a kid who worked at the ranch, grinning
in the car window at me. “Oh, yeah,” I said, “thought I’d spend a couple
of hours on the trails.”

“Well, we’ve got the best going,” he said.

“Yeah, I know,” I grinned at him as I stole another quick glance across
the yard at the hot-stud, stranger.

“C’mon, let’s go in the barn,” Pete said almost under his breath. He
nodded toward the stable and stared deep into my eyes.

“Fuck off!” I grimaced back at him. I got out of the car, purposely
forcing him to step back. Pete was a brawny, good-enough looking kid who’d
been hot on my tail ever since he started working here a few months back,
but I wasn’t really interested. He wasn’t exactly my type. I think he was
just too bold. Too insistent.

“You can’t keep a body like yours away from me forever, Wade,” he said as
he knocked the back of his hand lightly against the stick in my pantsleg.
“I’m gonna get your cock sooner or later. A big one like that must be
always crazy for a fuck.”

Why don’t you go fuck yourself,” I shoved him back a bit, “and let me take
care of my own cock.”

I strode off toward the barn, deliberately veering in a wide arc so I
could pass by my sexy stud cowboy by the fence. I had to see his face,
protected as it was by his hat.

“You comin’ ?” I called backward to Pete.

“Sure, Wade. Hell, I’d follow you anywhere!”

I came up behind my new loverboy and passed within just a few feet of him.
Up close, I could see under the protection of his cowboy had that he was
better looking than I had even dared to imagine. I guess I was staring at
him a little, because as I passed by, he smiled and nodded a bit through
his squint-eyes and said, “How’re ya doin’ ?”

“Hi there,” I sort of stammered back.

Then I was by him, with only the thrill of his word stabbing into my
balls, and the memory of his closeness tingling down my spine. For some
reason, I didn’t dare look around until I was almost to the barn, but I
was imagining that those squint-eyes were searing into my back, into the
curves of my denim ass.

I slowly turned in a half-circle as I reached the barn door. Really I
wanted to check out if my man was looking after me, and he was. But then
again, he’d been facing that way all along …

I didn’t want to appear too obvious, so I called Pete who was still
trailing me, “Comin’ in?”

Pete caught up, and led me inside past the rows of horses in their stalls.
“Who is that?” I asked him.

“Who is who? You mean that horse there?”

“Fuck off. The guy by the fence.”

“You fuck off. That’s my neighbor, Jason! Keep your eyes off him!”

“Your neighbor?” My voice trailing off, as my little flicker of hope
seemed to be extinguished.

Pete stopped suddenly. “Here’s a horny one, huh?” he said. “Would you look
at that for a cock, Wadew!” He was pointing to a horse resting on three
legs with a huge column of cock dangling down out of him about two feet.

“Jesus, man?” I agreed, “Now that’s what I call hung!”

“Let me tack him up for you,” Pete continued, “I have a feeling you’d like
to ride a horny one today.”

“Yeah, maybe I would,” I said.

Pete grinned boldly into my eyes. “Then later you can ride me out behind
the barn.”

“I thought I told you to FUCK OFF!”

A chuckle behind me made me whirl around in surprise. Jason was just
striding into the barn. “What’s this fuckin’ bastard gettin up to now?” he
was asking me.

“Oh nothing really,” I said, a bit embarrassed. In spite of Pete’s
annoying persistence, I knew better than to let his secret out to someone
I didn’t even know. Especially since that someone was his
next-door-neighbor! Besides, he looked so damned straight.

“Holy fuck!” Jason stopped up suddenly. “That’s what I call a well-hung
stud!”

“That’s the one Wade here is gonna ride today,” Pete told Jason. “Think he
can handle it?” They both laughed.

“We’ll see,” Jason grinned at me.

Pete started getting the horse ready, while I stole quick looks at Jason
and especially at the big basket in his jeans. Jason was chatting a
bit–saying something, I thought, about feeling like a ride himself today
and maybe he’d run into me somewhere out on the trails. I really didn’t
catch everything he was saying because both my brain and my cockhead were
feeling a bit fuzzy at his closeness.

“All ready for some action?” Pete was asking me.

“Oh sure,” I forced myself back to reality.

Jason led the horse out of the barn for me, and I followed along behind.
“Now what’s happened to that big cock of yours?” he was joking to the
horse, “you getting shy just because there are three men around?” I
glanced underneath. Sure enough, only the tip of that thick cock was
sticking out now. Even I had to smile.

Jason turned toward me, his big basket bulging out more than ever it
seemed. “He’s all ready for you now, Wade. The rest is up to you!”

“Go for it!” Pete slapped me lightly on the ass.

I mounted the animal quickly and grabbed hold of the reins. The pleasant
feel of my legs widely straddling the horse’s back and the slight pressure
of the saddle against my cock, sent a little zing of excitement through my
balls. I looked down at Jason, and our eyes met briefly. “Looks like
you’re ready,” he smiled.

Pete was clucking to the horse, and I set off at a trot up a trail through
some bushes below the barn. The sun was hot, and in a few minutes I pulled
up my horse and stopped under a tree to take off my shirt. I was wishing I
had a hat like Jason’s for protection.

The slight breeze flickered across my bare skin and through my hair. I
squinted lazily off into the distance. Jesus, I loved this feeling.

My horse was squirming around a little under me, and I could feel the
pressure of its restlessness between my legs. “Want a little more action,
do you?” I asked it out loud, and we started off, up the trail again.

I began to get the feeling that someone was following me. It was just a
suspicion at first, but I think I picked up the idea from my horse. I
pulled sharply around some thick bushes, and stopped on the far side,
completely hidden. I got off the horse, tied him to a branch and sneaked
up closer to the trail to get a better view. In a minute, I could hear
another horse on the trail, and I knew someone else was there. I crouched
down lower, not wanting to be seen. The horse rounded the corner. Peering
between the branches I could make out Pete’s figure riding along and
looking all around.

Like me, he had taken off his shirt and was riding stripped to his jeans.
But unlike me, he had more than that showing. He was holding onto the
reins with one hand, and onto his huge stiff cock with the other. Fuck!
I’d never guessed he had such a big one!

As he passed by where I was hiding, I could see him squeezing it hard and
rubbing it a bit as he rode along.

I didn’t move a muscle. I knew he was looking for me, and I didn’t want
him to find me. I knew his cock was hard on account of his trailing me. I
knew he was getting off because he was hunting me down in the bushes. And
I was going to try to lose him.

He rode past, and I breathed a little sigh of relief. I’d lost him, I
thought. He was riding off, up the trail, with his broad bare back jerking
slightly in the saddle. Riding shot gun with his cock, I was thinking.
Only then did I notice my own hand had grabbed onto my own stiff stick,
which was straining like hell against the material of my jeans. I almost
laughed. Sometimes my cock had a mind of its own!

What the hell, I thought. Since I’ve lost Pete, I might as well see what
I’ve got here. I unzipped and shoved my jeans right down to my ankles. My
cock sprang up long and thick in front of me, anxious I guess, for a hard
rub. I spit on my hand.

Slowly, I began massaging the spit up and down the length of my cock. I
spread my legs wide apart, and strained my boner up in front of me as far
as I could. I was watching my fist slip and slide over the meat of my
knob, up and down the full length of my hard shaft …

I never even heard Pete ride up. One minute I was just rubbing my cock,
and when I looked up there he was sitting astride his horse right in front
of me, grinning down. “Not interrupting anything am I?”

I couldn’t answer. I just stood there with my throbbing cock in my hand
and stared back at him. I knew he’d caught me exactly the way he’d wanted
to. I knew he had me. Besides, the memory of him riding by with his cock
in his fist a few minutes before was gnawing hard at my resistance.

Taking advantage of my surprise, he jumped off his horse, and strode right
over to me. He grabbed the skin of my shaft roughly in his fist, and
smiled into my eyes. “Get my cock out,” he ordered, and as my hand went
out to follow his command, I knew all my resistance had evaporated.

Slowly, I squeezed his dick hard and rubbed my spit into his meat to make
it slippery. He had me now. We were pulling at each other’s rods, just the
way he had always wanted it. Two jerk-off buddies in the bushes.

“What’s this fuckin’ bastard got you up to now?” The voice directly behind
me nearly scared the shit out of me. My head whirled around. There was
Jason, leaning forward in his saddle with those squint-eyes searing into
me.

Again, I couldn’t answer. Both Pete and I froze, our fists motionless on
each other’s cocks. Jason continued to glare down at us, although his hat
was protecting his eyes.

Suddenly, I felt completely embarrassed. He’d caught me nearly naked with
my pants down around my ankles, jerking off with his
next-door-neighbor–who I didn’t even really like! He’d caught me with my
hand on Pete’s dick and the bare skin of my ass staring him in the face. I
felt totally humiliated and vulnerable.

Very methodically, Jason swung his leg over his horse and dismounted. In
spite of everything, the huge basket in his pants kept drawing my eye as
he sauntered over close to me and stared hard into my eyes. He didn’t say
anything, just snorted a bit of air through his nostrils and curled his
lip up a little. Then he very deliberately turned to Pete. He leaned
forward slightly, his face hard and intent. At least he spoke in a low
voice: “Need any help?”

At first, I couldn’t comprehend what I heard. Then it slowly began to sink
in. Jason turned back to me with a cocky grin on his face that made me
want to punch him and kiss him at the same time. Instead, my hand reached
out, cupping that big bulge between his legs and giving it a squeeze. It
was a hell of a fist-full, and I knew now that he really was packing some
heavy meat. It wasn’t just the way he was standing.

I smiled into his eyes, unzipping him. Then I glanced down to watch as I
uncovered a heavy, thick horsecock, bulging with skin and veins. It
tumbled out in front of him, long and low. The cut knob dangling off the
lower end was nearly twice as thick as the spongy meat of his shaft. I
grabbed it with both hands and squeezed. “Fuck!” I mumbled.

“Exactly what I was thinking,” Jason said, as his lips grazed over my
eyes, my lips, my cheeks. His hands were grabbing my chest, my ass, my
cock. His breath was hot in my ear, stabbing out whispers of “cock” and
“fuck” and “stud.”

Jason stood back and stared into my face. I stared back into his
squint-eyes, but out of the corner of my eye I could see him reaching into
his pocket. He pulled out a packet and ripped it open. He slipped the safe
out and tossed the wrap into the bushes. He was still staring into my
eyes, but I let my gaze drop to his cock to watch him fit the tip of the
condom over his huge cockhead. He leaned back a little more and strained
that enormous horsecock up into the air between us. Pete came over close
and all three of us watched closely as Jason had to use both hands to
squeeze it over his huge purple knob and down some of his shaft. It only
went part way down his cock, but that was okay. It had stretched out so
fuckin’ tight there’s no way it hell it could ever slip off. “Just some
protection,” he mumbled.

He pulled out a small tube of lube from his shirt pocket. He took my hand
and squeezed some onto my palm. “Rub in on,” he told me. “Make it real
slippery.”

Jason sauntered around behind me, and bent me over a little. He squirted
some more lube on his fingers and started rubbing it around my asshole. I
knew he was going to fuck me, but I couldn’t imagine that enormous
horsecock up my ass. Still, I couldn’t stop him. Nor did I want to. He
placed his cowboy hat on my head, protecting my eyes from the sun.

Jason was pulling my asscheeks apart, and telling Pete to rub my cock. I
felt the huge intruder insistently start to push into me. Jason forced his
way in slowly, waiting only for me to adjust to the size of the cock
fucking my hot hole. Then he started to really rip into me, fucking his
huge fat dick up into my gut. He started panting fuck-words into the back
of my neck and into my ear, filthy cock-talk that pounded into my brain as
hard as his cock was pounding into my asshole.

Pete was pulling my cock and my tits, and breathing more filth across my
cheeks. My fist was yanking at his cock with a frenzy. Jason was buckin’
into me like hell…like fuckin’ heaven in hell…buckin’ his huge stud
horsecock up into me. Then we all started shooting, spurting cum,
squirting semen from our cocks…

In a minute, Jason pulled out of my ass, and I turned to pull him toward
me. His big dick was beginning to sag as he yanked off the protection and
through it over his shoulder. I took his cock in my fist, savoring it for
a minute. “Jesus man!” I said out loud as I pulled on it lightly, “I guess
I found out about you, didn’t I!”

“Sure did!”

“Holy fuck!” he said, “your hung stud’s at it again, Wade!” We all looked
around and burst out laughing. My horse had its thick column of cock
lazily dangling low again. I gave Jason’s basket a squeeze in my fist.

He turned to Pete. “Well, Pete, it looks like we got a hot one to ride
here.”

“Fuck, you can ride me anytime,” I smiled at him. I gave Pete a little
punch on the arm. I gave Jason back his hat. “Thanks for the protection
man!” I said.

We got on our horses and rode slowly back to the barn together.