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Statuesque beneath the canopy of a very old tree and shrouded within the heavy darkness of night, I stood silently and in awe. My body was lightly quivering with deep desire as I gazed at him. He didn't know I was there or that I was watching him. He certainly didn't know that within my sexually animalistic state of mind, I was begging, pleading, to nothing other than the night, for a desperate permission to touch and lick and ravish his astonishing body. I felt like a deviant and a voyeur and that was exactly what I had become, amidst the uncontrollable and overpowering lust that this delicious specimen of maleness was creating within me. I imagined I could taste him, smell him and feel male sexuality dripping off him like some sort of thick yet ethereal vapour; making me want him even more. His overt masculinity drew me in. I was incapable of moving or looking away from this magnetic portrait, which instilled thoughts of sex and feelings of sex while siphoning my deepest carnal hungers from my secret self.

What was unusual were these out of the ordinary feelings of desperateness and the insatiable hunger that I experienced as I spied on him. I was a young man whom despite his location in expansive rural country with a low population and where as a general rule, a neighbour was several kilometres away and most men were straight; I still managed to hook up at least once or twice a week. I was sexually confident and not afraid to take the odd risk with a straight man, luring them onto the downlow but regardless of all of the above, I always felt completely in control. Suddenly, there I was obsessed with a cowboy without a shirt in the darkness of night; a man that I didn't even know and I was feeling like all of my reasoning faculties had vanished.

He stood in the doorway wearing only jeans and boots. His left leg held his entire weight while the right leg bent, crossing the left at the shin and with the toe of his boot resting against the floor. His legs were average in length for his huge body but their size and shape were large and muscular. I mused that the way he filled out those blue jeans was a criminal act, with a dishonourable intent to lure unsuspecting and innocent victims into his inescapable sexual snare. As the jeans tightly embraced him, they were incapable of concealing the largeness of the legs they covered. The button and the zip were both unhitched. The material around his hips was being stretched apart, forming a large V at the zipper and calling to my wantonness to slide my hand inside. He wasn't wearing underwear and it wasn't just obvious, it was highly visible, captivating and enticing. I swallowed hard because they were jeans and yet the heavy-duty material was unequal to the task of even partially masking the presence of a long, thick and circumcised cock that rested, poised, as it hung down against his left thigh. I squeezed the tenting bulge my cock made to my jeans and swallowed even harder in desperate desire.

My eyes moved upward. His arms were raised up, arced around his head, his hands on the top of the doorframe and holding his slightly angled weight as he leaned against it. These were arms that looked so strong that I could only imagine what they were capable of. With his elbows bent, automatically flexing the muscles, his upper arms looked like footballs. His biceps were a thing of envy; gently but perfectly curved by the unforced flexing of his relaxed stance. Without trying, they were defined and huge. His triceps were the same, large, angular curves, displaying power and strength. With his arms extended upward the way they were, the huge, wing-like curvature of the lateral muscles, which extended out at the sides, were emphasised as they extended down as well. Their long curves making the depression of his armpits appear to run halfway down his huge torso. Those deep pits were sparsely dusted with a dark brown hair. His forearms were half the size of his upper arms but still large and strong and manly, as were his hands.

I let my eyes sweep over his chest. He had such a beautiful chest. I wondered as I hungered for his body, if my arms would be capable of surrounding the enormity of such an impressive upper body. It was massive and muscular and magnificent. His chest was also covered with a light growth of brown hair. The hair on his chest was short and grew downward and flat against his skin. It lightly grew over the red areolae surrounding his upstanding nipples. The hair on his chest ended abruptly with the conclusion of his pectorals. The skin over his abdominals was taut and smooth and the eight muscles he displayed were larger than normal, with each individual muscle appearing as a mirror reflection to its counterpart. He had a very defined and straight median, which ran the length of his torso deeply. With his arms up, his chest was stretched broadly and therefore the median appeared deepest and most defined between his abs. It was filled with dark brown hair, making the skin over his abs appear all the more smooth. A large, open navel centred and it made me want to lick and lap and swirl my tongue within it. The landing strip of brown hair that continued after and down inside his jeans was sparse but still it was noticeable and poignant in how and where it directed my thoughts.

I didn't come close to him where my looks or my physique was concerned but amongst the average, I wasn't half bad. I am average height and average weight but I am well built and well proportioned and I look after myself. I have brown hair as well but while his was a very dark brown, mine is light brown. My eyes are hazel and I think I am an attractive guy. Certain people may consider me average but I am prone to complimentary remarks about my looks from the guys I hook up with but let's just leave it at I hold my own and stood up well to the men I knew from round about.

I have a nice cut cock though it is stock standard and I can shoot like a fire hose. I think that my preference to bottom is what gets me laid amidst a deficient supply of men in the area that are prone to the archaic attitude that real men give while the others take. Still I do okay. It's true though. I just love being fucked by a capable man. I'm not one of those guys that think bottoming makes you submissive or effeminate. I know that a nice cock when wielded well, can make me climax without even touching myself and can also give great pleasure but I also know that if the so called top wants to be less active, I can still bottom while being on top and I can do it with all the wildness and frenzy that exclusive tops imagine to be their role. There is also the fact that I love the energy of men and the bodies of men and the power of men and I love it when they take control.

I'm a straight acting man, a hard working ranch hand and a man who loves sport, who loves a beer and who thinks about little other than sex but I'm also a man who happens to be gay and doesn't get turned on by women, boys or girlie men. You could put me in a straight bar, a gay bar or a redneck bar and I would still walk out with a beefy trucker or construction worker or just some average Joe, as long as he was what I considered to be a man. I still like to fuck though; versatility and not exclusivity is what I'm about sexually.

Despite passing by almost every day, I had never taken much notice of the house on this property because I had never known who lived there. As I stood by the tree, I realised that it wasn't so much a house as it was a cabin that he lived in. It was an old log cabin but despite its aged appearance, it looked solid and sturdy. On the other side of the room behind him I could see an old rocking chair. To the right of the door where he stood was a window with nine small panes of glass divided by a wooden framework. It reminded me of a tic-tac-toe board. On the same side of the room as the chair but through the window, I could see an old wooden pail upon a table. I could also see a kerosene lamp just inside the window. It was set to an above medium burn, illuminating the room with a yellowish light that also shone over him, making his body seem to glow and create an aura around him. It amused me when I thought it seemed mystical or heavenly in nature but then I thought it was appropriate because as my lustful stare licked every centimetre of him, he did indeed seem to me as divine amongst men.

I looked again to his face. It seemed so relaxed and at peace, particularly with his eyes closed. They had been closed since I first arrived. I assumed he was standing there like that because it was the middle of summer and it was unbearably hot. Every now and then a soft breeze blew from behind me straight toward his door and I didn't have to imagine how it felt as it swirled over his naked chest and arms.

This had all begun the previous day. It had been so hot that I had decided to take a swim in a nearby dam. It was down at the bottom of his property behind trees. It required a long walk around his property to get to it. Inside the fence of all four boarders of his land, thick and well-established trees grew, so I had taken to using his property as a shortcut, remaining hidden within the trees. As I said, I didn't know and had never even seen the owner and so I had gotten away with it for a couple of years. It had become standard behaviour for me to do it.

While I was at the dam I had heard an echoing sound, which I thought was someone chopping wood. I wasn't certain so I had made my way through the trees, which obscured the dam from sight and I had ground to a halt when my eyes had fallen on a stunning man I had never seen before. Though I didn't know it at the time, it was the same man and he was cutting down a tree. I wondered why he wasn't using a chain saw but I soon didn't care as I watched his body ripple with each swing of the axe and his shirtless torso was brown and glistening with sweat as he worked and baked beneath a burning country sun.

I had stood there watching him and at twenty-four, for the first time in my life, voyeuristic tendencies had risen with my cock. I was being introduced to the heady feelings of watching someone from a secretive position without their knowledge. They were feelings of lust and desire but they were made more sexually intense by the decadent nature of my covert perversity. I simply couldn't take my eyes off him. He was like some perfect man from a fictitious story and I imagined him throwing me down and fucking me senseless.

In a state of utter desire, I had pushed down my shorts and pounded my raging erection until I painted my chest and the surrounding trees. Before I knew it, I was hard again and over a period of fifteen minutes I had jerked off three times and blown three loads. Just the sight of him turned me into some sort of sex craving maniac. I returned to the dam some time after, took a swim to cool and clean myself off and then made my way home. The same night, the vision of him in my head had worn me out and put me to sleep, masturbating to a physically exhausting climax.

On this the following night, as I had been walking down the road on my way home, I had looked over at his property with memories of the previous day at the dam and wondered why I had never seen him before. His cabin had caught my eye because of the light that ushered from the open door and uncovered window. I had seen the figure standing exactly as it was at that moment and I had climbed the boundary fence and quietly moved between the trees, closing the distance between us until I was close enough and could go no further. I had been standing there for nearly twenty minutes and he still had not moved or opened his eyes. I had not moved either and as I felt a sudden beginning of a cramp in my leg, suggesting that I change its position, I did but as I brought my foot back down, my boot cracked a dead branch beneath my weight. His eyes flicked open from the sudden though brief disruption to the silence and he peered searchingly into the darkness beyond. I pulled back behind the tree abruptly, my breathing unnatural and self-conscious, as I feared he may have detected my presence. I waited for a moment and then moved back around to take a look. He was still standing there, the only differences, he was now standing squarely on both legs and his eyes were now open.

I breathed a sigh of relief, quickly fell back into my state of wanton lust and allowed my imagination to feel his body against me, to feel his arms around me and as I began to imagine his cock inside of me, my eyes dropped instantly to the large and defined shape sheathed against his massive thigh. It was very long with a very thick girth despite its flaccid condition and even though I had never actually seen it uncovered and I thought it looked like it would be a nice cock, I still wondered what it would look like when it was hard.

I caught sight of movement and I looked up to see his head turn slightly to the left and then back to the right before it suddenly stopped, as if he were looking directly at me. My heart stopped as I fearfully held my breath. The thought of being busted in an act of voyeurism worried me. Socially there is a real taboo surrounding such actions and though the fear incited the sexual heat and made it all the more exciting; it also had the ability to fill me with dreaded possibilities. I didn't think that he could see me out here in the darkness but I thought I could discern a look that was trying to identify something that could not be seen. I thought it was an expression of uncertainty and curiosity. Still it brought doubt and it unnerved me. I suddenly realised that I had released my cock from the prison of my jeans and was now stroking it unconsciously. I halted the action abruptly but held my position and watched. He turned his head and again he looked to his left and then to his right. It was a seeking, searching browsing of the darkness and thinking I had been mistaken, I once again began to breathe.

I watched him for a few minutes before I thought that I should leave and go home. I didn't want to because he was heaven in male form but despite the heady excitement, this visual invasion of privacy was new to me and I couldn't displace the unnerved feeling or the thought of being busted. It was at that moment that his arm dropped down, his palm rubbed over the impression of his large cock and then he turned, displaying a broad, brown back that was smooth and rippled with muscle and an arse wrapped in denim that could only be described as a gift. It was a gift that I wanted to unwrap. He turned again and lowered himself into the rocker and then leaned forward and dragged off his boots. He glanced out the door in my direction and then stood, crossed the room and vanished from my sight.

It wasn't particularly late but for ranchers, farmers and other country folk that were up before the crack of dawn, it was getting to that time. I had no idea about this guy or who he was or what he did but from the look of him, I decided he was a cowboy of some description. Maybe he worked as a rancher, maybe a wrangler and worked with horses and cattle for someone else. He might even have been a drover and this was just the place he lived. Regardless of whether I was right or wrong, I assumed he was about to turn in for the night.

I was so fucking horny from perving on the hot cowboy that I decided I should finish myself off and leave a different kind of hot, thick sap to ooze down the bark of the tree. I looked back and considered that the door was still wide open and the light was still burning. By now I just wanted to see him again and as I considered waiting for a little while longer, I saw a large shadow cast over the rear internal wall and I knew he had returned to the room. He suddenly appeared in front of the window by the kerosene lamp. He looked out staring in the direction of the tree I was standing beside and then after a few moments, as he looked down at the lamp, I saw the illumination dim. It decreased slightly but it didn't go out and then he turned in the direction of the door and began to walk.

I was breathing heavily as I waited to look at him again but as he stepped in front of the open door, he was stark naked. He turned and faced outside. Even with the subdued light, I could still see everything and every centimetre. He was magnificent! His right hand rose and came to rest on his gut just above his cock and then he slid it slowly up over his incredible abs and on to his impressive chest. He ran his hand and fingers all over his fur lined pecs and then he halted the movement above the right nipple and he began to squeeze it between his thumb and finger. I couldn't believe what I was watching but I wasn't thinking too much about it because I just wanted to see more.

As he pinched his nipple his other hand moved, attracting my attention toward his cock. It was standing out; a large, long and thick arc that was crowned with a bulbous and flaring knob. He ran the tips of his fingers along the underside of his huge cock and with just that one stroke from his balls to his knob, his cock lunged and straightened and stood tall within seconds. He curled his fingers around the shaft and then closed his fist around it.

I was staring at the big cock inside the large fist and also at the full and fleshy knob that was bulging as he squeezed. I felt my jeans suddenly slide down my legs as I took a step for a more comfortable stance. I was so caught up in the fog of my lustful thoughts and the breathless feelings of desperate desire from the sight of him, I hadn't even realised I was jerking my cock like a mad man and I was in the middle of the moments before climax. I was oblivious to everything but my burning desire and this stunning man who had stoked my flames and then doused them in kerosene. Insane with desire, I began to shoot my load in his direction. I fired shot after shot multiple feet away and into the dirt between us, until my climax subsided and my brain began to function again. I looked at his handsome face as I fell and leaned against the trunk of the tree while recuperating from the most intense jerk off I had ever experienced.

I suddenly thought he was looking at me again but then he looked down at his cock. My eyes followed and watched as his fist drove down the shaft to the root and his hips arched forward toward me. I felt my needs growing again and I wanted to know his body and his big cock and I wanted to suck on the head of his cock that was almost the size of a peach. He was inside but the size of his cock held its position outside the door.

I wanted him so badly as I realised the only downside to voyeurism was the inability to touch. It was driving me wild but it also drove two distinct emotions throughout my body. They were firstly the feeling of utter frustration because of the enforced distance between us but then secondly, I felt uninhibited freedom from being outdoors and half naked and so unbelievably turned on. At the same time it amazed me that he could take me so high and make me feel so wild and untamed. In combination these feelings left me with the deepest, all-consuming primal lust, which despite my inexplicable apprehension regarding this stunning man, unleashed a whole new level to my sexual spirit.

Unexpectedly, with his hard cock still wrapped within his hand, he stepped outside, crossed the veranda and then descended the stairs. He sat down on the edge of the veranda, his legs spread with his feet in the dirt and he lay back. His eyes were staring up and his hand began stroking his large, thick and beautiful cock toward the sky. I thought I could die on the spot. A multitude of desperate feelings surged through my body. I felt nervous, I felt man-hungry, my body was quivering and I thought my legs were about to give out beneath me.

As I watched his fist rising and falling along his extraordinary shaft, I imagined that his fist was my mouth. He suddenly raised his feet onto the step just beneath his arse but he kept them wide apart so I could not only see an enormous contracted ball sack that was jutting out toward me but I could also see his dark brown, fur-lined arse crack. The hair grew thickly but left a perfect circle as it swirled around a tightly closed sphincter.

"If you want it, get over here and take it."

My eyes opened wide and my mouth fell open as I heard the offer that was given with a tone of a dominant order. He knew I was there and he had obviously seen me blow a massive load toward him. I was stunned but then I thought that I should have realised. He had kept looking in my direction consistently and he had looked at me from the rocker after removing his boots and he had also looked at me through the window. I really thought the darkness had concealed me but no doubt I had been wrong.

The fact that he was lying down on his back and that there was no direct eye contact somehow comforted me. I didn't know why I felt this way or what had happened to my usually confident and sexually assertive demeanour but for some reason, this man, this cowboy, this hunk of masculinity, had the effect of regressing me back to some sort of apprehensive state of mind. I did however begin to walk toward him from beneath the tree but it was a submissive walk directed by a voyeur's guilty trepidation.

Finally I stood at the base of the three steps and for a few moments I simply gazed in absolute awe of this man. A moment later he released his firm grip on his cock and still holding it upright with only his thumb, he pushed it down between his thighs so that his huge knob was pointing directly at my legs. It was fucking huge in terms of the other men I hooked up with occasionally or regularly. Hard, it now had to be close to twenty centimetres and the girth was the size of the handle of a tennis racket. He released the obstruction of his thumb and his massively hard and fat cock swung wildly back and slammed into his gut. The sound was a thud or like a punch solidly hitting flesh and muscle and it really was quite loud. He instantly grabbed it again and he repeated the action, the huge and hard baton swinging and crashing once more. He did it a third time and I dropped to my knees on the second step in between his legs.

The cowboy took hold of his shaft at the root with his thumb and two fingers. He raised it up, pushed it back over, pointing it at my face and there he held it as if he were offering it to me. Actually he was offering it to me but instead of reaching out and taking it into my hand as I was going to, I allowed him to hold it and I leaned forward, parted and licked my lips and then I allowed them to open wide as his size determined their journey down his massive shaft.

This really was the most impressive cock I had ever seen. It was so smooth and the skin that covered it was thick and fleshy and its colour tended more toward caramel then pink. The large knob was a sculpture's work of art and in its hard state, it flared and bulged, pulling the slit open and revealing a pearl coloured teardrop that was almost transparent, as it escaped its confines and flowed around to the base. The tensile shaft was straight and looked like a very hard and thick rod. The choice of my mouth instead of my hand was inexorable.

I heard him sigh as the wet warmth of my mouth began to consume him and I licked at the warm juice that flowed out of his parted slit. I moved slowly back and forth, lubricating a large portion of the most enormous cock I had ever seen in the flesh. He loved what I was doing to him and we weren't even close to him getting off. I loved that about sex. The way two strangers could satisfy each other and could cause each other to feel feelings of a tantalising nature. You don't have to be a star and I wasn't. I was like the millions of other normal guys, the majority, who enjoyed the lust and the passion and being with a partner who turned them on. I had the awareness and the humility and I showed appreciation to someone other than myself, which gave the union real enjoyment. I savoured the experience, really tasting the flesh, feeling the skin against my palate and tongue and all too aware of the consistency of both rigidness combined with fleshy softness and moveability. I enjoyed him while fully aware of his sounds and movements and breathing, which told me he was enjoying what I was doing to him with what he was giving to me.

I was however more than aware of the way his beautiful cock raised my heat. Its fat, full and bulging thickness so smooth and moist and warm, as I pushed my mouth over it and curved my tongue around it, almost making me want to chow down and swallow it into the depths of my body. I closed my mouth firmly around it, pressing my tongue harder, as I closed my full lips around his uncompromising shaft and then relishing in the heavy, male, sexual scents that filled my olfactory senses. The aromas merged with spicy and salty tastes and flavours of manhood and I began to slide with long, slow and gentle strokes, taking, enjoying and giving with a compulsive desire.

He was still holding his big cock at the root while I sucked him. My hands had moved beneath, around and onto his massive thighs. I moved my hands slowly, sliding back and forth and yet slightly circling in oval movements over the large muscles, with their taut but soft skin and the thickness of masculine hair on a man's legs. My whole body was quaking from my thoughts, from my feelings but also specifically, from the knowledge of having the most exquisite man lying beneath me, with his whole body and his whole being open and offering to me without doubt or question.

I continued the repeating journey back and forth along his masterful cock; loving it, wanting it and needing it, as I bathed in unyielding sexual hungers that seemed to surround me like the air itself. It is an extraordinary feeling when a man and his naked body and his very presence consumes you with want, making your chest tighten and your stomach flutter and your skin tingle and even though you know there is so much more to come, still you are breathless with a seemingly insatiable need.

I moved slowly back, pursing my lips to slide and suck over his perfect knob and then suddenly incapable of denying my fingers the touch or of holding off any longer, I curled my palm and fingers around his enormous cock and he released it instinctively. I pulled away completely and gazed upon his beautiful cock. A subtle mixture of yellow light from the cabin and moonlight from above washed it sensually, as it implored my visual senses to be encased in relentless hunger.

I lifted my eyes slightly, letting them move up over his beautiful body and it was impossible not to let them peruse its incredible shape, definition and powerful nature. The excessively huge chest, sparsely and yet neatly covered in short tight hair, the medium but hard nipples, pushing up and out and so darkly reddish pink, the smooth surface of his stomach, divided almost harshly by the thick dark brown line of hair and the smooth and open, large navel, begging me to lap at it deeply with my tongue and all of this as my mind screamed to look back at that cock and to consume it once again.

I followed my desires order, as I squeezed his cock and gave it long up and down strokes but as my eyes followed down its length, it was impossible to dismiss the fleshy grapefruit with swirling strands of dark brown hair. His scrotum was in a contracted state and yet its huge size still caused it to stretch and hang. His balls were larger than mine and mine were huge. My other hand came to its aid and cupped and lifted it. Again despite its firmness, the weight disbursed its volume over my palm and it still moved as if involuntarily, silently calling me to approach.

I was lost in a world of the senses and carnal requirements and I simply lowered myself down to its mass, extended my tongue and began to stroke it and lap at it like melting ice cream. The hair was not course or sharp like some but felt light and accepting and I began to wriggle my tongue and dig it into the mound of flesh and hair. I heard my cowboy moan as my tongue patted and licked and as I located the right nut, I pushed my lips around the thick skinned pouch and lured it onto my tongue. I sucked on it tenderly and rolled it playfully and I pushed the other two thirds of the pouch up and against my nose. As I felt the heat, and skin and hair spreading across my face, I inhaled deeply to again imbibe his fragrant vapour.

The smell of his earthy maleness literally made me want to eat him. He smelled so good and he tasted so good and he looked so good and I was in heaven because I knew that for now he was mine to feast upon. It was right at that moment that another scent, a scent known to all gay and bisexual men, the pungent scent of oozing juices and I knew that for now, all else must wait.

I popped the first nut from my mouth and I cupped his huge balls again and then I journey the distant centimetres and lapped at the dripping head of his cock. While its scent was heavy, its taste was light but it was after all only the aperitif. As I licked with the curling tip of my tongue, I suddenly noticed that impressive manly navel was filled to overflowing with the pre-come that trickled into its depth. Damn this man was a veritable feast of sexual pleasures. I didn't need to think about anything else. This man was my focus and nothing and no one else entered into the equation. All I could need was right before my eyes, a storyline of detail and of fetish and of compulsion and wondrous masculinity.

I lowered my head ever so slightly and then gently lapped at the pool of warm, fresh cream. I could feel it as its subtle taste and consistency washed over my tongue, strumming my tastebuds like the intricacy of fingers playing Spanish guitar. My greed overwhelmed me as my hard cock throbbed and I opened my lips, pressed and sealed them against his stomach and then I pushed my tongue inside. A small wave rose out and I sucked and lapped it all into my mouth. As my tongue swirled and licked, my fist gripped his meat and his huge cock rubbed while it rested firmly against my face. I felt my cowboy shiver beneath me from his sexually induced pleasure and I moaned in return as I tugged gently on his balls.

"Aw man!" He said in a deep whisper.

His tone revealed a heated satisfaction that was found in how I desired him and how the smallest detail of his body was turning me on. It was turning him on too. It pleasured me to know that I was pleasuring him in ways other than fucking and sucking. I swirled my tongue within his navel until it was only his skin against my tongue and then I cleaned away the residue on his belly and finally from the tip of his knob. I moved and turned and twisted his big cock as I sensually licked around the edges, titillating the flange and then I fluttered my tongue tip over the fleshy underside where the head merged and accepted the juicy flows. When I finally ran my tongue firmly up and swiped it across the urethral slit, a small gasp of sensitivity slipped from between his lips and I knew that soon enough I could easily lift him to greater heights.

I had been amazed at how much pre-come had filled his large naval and how much was all over his huge knob but when I realised it was still dripping after cleaning it all away, I could hardly believe it possible that a man could produce such an excessive amount.

I directed his big cock back inside my mouth and as I began to really suck it with wanton intensity, I released my hand from it and started caressing his body. I had never felt any man's body that made me feel the way his did. His chest hair was like velvet and his smooth flesh felt like silk, his muscles were so big and hard and yet flexible and his skin was taut as it stretched with pliable consistency. My fingers grazed over his nipples and I had to stop and gently tug and squeeze them. He groaned as I did these things and each and every sound he made enhanced my own desires.

I sucked harder and my tongue was bathed in a massive pool of pre-come. It was so silky in consistency and subtle yet sweet in taste and again I couldn't believe the volume and as it coated his knob and my tongue rubbed against it, he sighed and his body quivered slightly. I started increasing the length of the strokes of my mouth along his shaft and I tightened my lips around it as well and soon enough I was bobbing up and down harder and faster and my cowboy was beginning to breathe hard and his hands were either sliding over the deck or up onto his torso to join with mine in a synchronous caressing of his body.

"Aw fuck yeah, fuckin' eat my cock and suck me dry." He growled hungrily.

"Mmm!" Was my only response as his cock sated my mouth and my mouth sated his cock. It was perfection in its duality of provision.

It seems in retrospect that this went on forever though at the time, time was of no concern or interest whatsoever. I feasted on his cock with a strong mental desire and a physical need and a lust that held me captive. I continued to take his cock deep and then slide up, my lips caressing his magnificent cock while making it the piston and my mouth the shaft that it was meant to move through. I squeezed my tongue against it, forcing the top of his knob to rub firmly against the roof of my mouth as it careered down toward my throat. In all my encounters with all the men whose cocks had been in my mouth, never had I loved a cock the way I loved this one. In my mind at the time it was perfection and I couldn't help but wish that I could suck this cowboys cock every single day and night from that moment forth.

Sounds of pleasure rang from his mouth each time my lips moved firmly down his shaft and back up again but I was soon to notice the different sound when I paid his enormous knob its due. He literally squirmed beneath me but his sighs became moans that grew to a fever pitch and of course this only served to make me assault his mouth-filling knob in an attempt to bring him to a feeding conclusion. I wanted every steaming hot drop of his thick, man juice, as my hunger increased to not just him but to what he could give me while knowing I was driving him wild.

My left hand continued to gently drag and massage his nut sack and my right hand continued to caress up and down along his smooth abs before rising onto his powerful chest and swirling my fingers through the hair that added to my tactile satisfaction. All of this while my mouth diligently worked the thick shaft or the even thicker head of his cock. As I said, my senses were experiencing what I can only refer to as a ballistic overdrive. I was in a sating heaven but amidst it all as I tugged his huge pouch, I chanced recrimination, extended a finger and manipulated it directly with an uncompromising target.

My cowboy lurched and gasped with surprise as I twisted my hand, thereby twisting his pouch and pulling it a little further as my finger made its way inside him. I slid it gently though directly to the standard position and found the awaiting treasure. My other fingers continued to softly stroke his balls as I nudged and gently toyed with that button of release. As I heard my cowboy make some undefined sound and felt his body jolt sideways while pushing his hips and thrusting his meat into my mouth, I began to mouth punch the big cock at high velocity.

"Oh fuck me dead." He cried out and it seemed to almost echo through the trees and into the night.

The tone of his voice was shattered by the obvious sensitivity of his cock and prostate and what I was doing to them. He was on the verge of crossing beyond return but with a desire to take him just a little higher and to enjoy myself just a little longer, I released his cock and as it slammed back against his stomach, I extended my tongue and with just the tip of it, I stroked from the base all the way up to the crest of his knob. He lifted his head for the first time and held it as he watched me. I heard him sigh heavily and as I looked up and our eyes met for the first time also, I did it again. A sound, not quite the word oh but something similar that was encased in a breathy gasp left his lips and I saw a grin of satisfaction struggling with an expression that said he was desperately trying to hold off the inevitable.

"Man, I could eat your hot cock forever and a day!" I said and then tongued his length again.

My cowboy looked at me, his eyes amorous yet earnest and though I expected no response, I heard one word slide from between his lips and seem to linger in the hot thick air that surrounded us.

"Longer!"

Compounding my desires with that one word, suggesting that forever wasn't enough for him, I lifted his log once more and I kissed the tip hard as I gazed at him and then let my lips part and my mouth open and with no more delays, I drove him into the hot, wet heat of my mouth and began to pound his extraordinary cock with a single desire.

My finger was still inside him, his nuts were still in my grasp and my other hand was scraping through the hair on his chest against his skin and over his nipples. I honestly wanted to bite down on his beautiful cock but with reasoned restraint I continued to pump him in and out of my mouth. I heard him almost whimper as he struggled to hold off and I knew he was right there and ready and so I curled my inserted finger and rubbed it slowly over his key to immediacy; his prostate.

"Oh fuck, Jesus Christ!" He yelled as his body lunged and his cock thrust and I instantly pinched his nipple hard.

"Fuck?" He yelled as he tried to come to terms with all the sensations that were driving him into a heavy climax and then he exploded in my mouth and I swallowed twice quickly before letting him begin to fill the space available.

His cock thrust again and a huge shot forced me to swallow again but then I immediately tightened my tongue on his cock, rubbing his own man seed as a weapon in favour of extreme climax and then I dived and sucked hard again and both of his hands crashed onto the decking beneath us and he hollered in complete loss of control and absolute ecstasy. His body shuddered hard and the veranda creaked loudly beneath his vibrating weight.

It was a sizeable ejaculation. He came with more volume than I did, firing eight long and thick mouthfuls, all of which I devoured hungrily. There was not a moment of difficulty or void of total enjoyment, as I sucked and swallowed and drank him like water to a thirsting man in a desert. My cowboy, his cock and his ball-blasting seed was everything I could have wanted and more and I continued to eat him as his climax slowly softened along with his manly sounds of elation, which floated gently into the night.

Just as he had almost returned to normal, I wrapped both arms around his huge thighs, dropped down between them and then without subtlety or pause, I thrust my tongue inside him and began to tongue fuck him like there were only moments before the world would stop spinning. His huge sperm filled pouch morphed in shape over my forehead and eyes and nose and he gasped again with both surprise and pleasure in his unprepared state. I tightened my arms around his massive thighs to aid in pushing and burying my face into his edible arse. I inhaled deeply and was consumed by his manly scent once again and as I now shuddered from my sexual yearning, my libidinous hungers increased again and I pushed my tongue deep, using my whole head like a man plunging his cock into a crushing rectum.

"Aw man yeah, eat my arse buddy, fuckin' lick that hole and taste it deep."

I certainly didn't need an interpreter to explain that remark and I obliged him as deeply as my tongue would allow and I licked his tender, fleshy walls as I listened to his repetitive sighs. I pulled my tongue out and began to lick his perineum and then along his crack as I wet and flattened the unusually soft pubic hair. I then licked really tenderly along the walls of his crack.

"Aw, god damn." He yelled.

I then kissed his butt cheeks and even gave them a couple of gentle bites. I had not been joking when I said his arse was edible. Again I pushed my face into his body; feeling his flesh, tasting his salty manliness and smelling his sexually produced aromas. I then ran the tip of my tongue along the join of the arse and thighs so lightly that he squirmed and then after sucking his nuts for several minutes each, again I plunged my tongue inside of him and tongue fucked him even more intensively.

By the end of this I had my cowboy not knowing which feelings to deal with first and as he lay there still groaning after everything that had happened; I rose to my feet, dragged off my boots, my jeans and my shirt, throwing them onto the veranda into a pile. My cock was standing at full and throbbing attention and I spat a large gob of saliva into my palm and coated my cock more than generously.

I had decided that he was a sexually diverse man after his acceptance of my finger and my tongue. Being quite happy with that thought and without suggestion or permission, I dropped to my knees on the step below his arse, pushed his thighs back and I slowly but surely buried my cock inside his deliciously wet and steaming hot hole. Again there was no complaint.

I didn't wait for anything because where my cowboy was concerned I wanted him so fucking desperately and I began to fuck him deep. Amidst his throaty groans and gasps from each driving punch of my rock hard cock, he grabbed his tits and he pinched them and squeezed them and licked his lips desirously and he gazed directly into my eyes. I swear if I hadn't wanted to fuck him so bad in those moments, his mesmerising gaze would have frozen me to the spot but it only added to my lust and as I plunged even harder and deeper, I grabbed his huge cock and began pounding it in my fist.

"God damn, fuck me. Yeah bud that's it, drill my hole and bury that cock in me." He ordered like he was the one in control.

It was at that moment when I realised that he was indeed in control and that he had me on a string like a sexual puppet that he could animate according to his wants and needs but I also realised that it was the position we both wanted me in. He knew it and now, so did I!

I had stopped jerking his cock and released it as I adjusted my position while still fucking him senseless but I looked at him curiously when he smiled as if he knew what I had been thinking and what I had just realised. He then reached down and gripped his still huge and hard cock and he lifted it away from his gut and pointed it up toward my face. I looked at it and then looked at his eyes and he grinned again.

"Suck my cock while you fuck me and take another hot load down your throat." He said assertively and I swear his tone combined with the idea almost made me blow on the spot.

I looked down and realised this was the first time I had been in such a position with such an incredible cock at my disposal and that it was long enough that I actually could suck him and fuck him at the same time. Talk about a perfect dream come true. I continued to plunge my cock into him and then I wrapped my hand around his hand and as I arched my back I moved his cock to the required position. As the bulging head of his cock slid between my lips, I let go of his hand allowing him to continue holding it and I pressed my palms to the deck and sucked his enormous cock while I fucked his awesomely hot and tight arse.

This was the hottest damned thing I had ever done and I was pleasured out of my mind. It was impossible to favour one thing over the other. I had my cock in the most stunning man's arse that I had ever encountered and at the same time I had the most awesome cock, which was connected to that breathtaking man and it was in my mouth and I was sucking on it. All I knew was that god was smiling on me that night and he definitely carried no aversion to alternative sexualities.

So there I was arched over my cowboy, my cock banging his arse like a male rabbit in mating season and my mouth deftly consuming his massive cock crown and several centimetres of his shaft as well, my eyes scanning hungrily over a body that was no less than impressive and all the while I was Leonardo but silently screaming 'King of the World'. At the same time my cowboy was bucking like a bronco, as he not so silently was screaming out to god while intermittently screaming at me to fuck him harder and deeper. I literally wanted to cry out as an emotional release of my passion but I never wanted that cock out of my mouth again and so all I could do was groan in ecstasy.

I needed a little more leverage and so I reached up and hooked my hands around his shoulders and as I pulled against them I was able to arch my back a little more and could take a little more of his cock into my mouth. I then began a blistering assault of his arse and as each time I rammed my cock in, his cock would punch into my mouth, which I now had clamped tighter to add more friction to his swollen crown.

"Holy mother fucking shit." He yelled suddenly and I knew he was getting close.

It only took that knowledge to combine with all of my senses and everything I was feeling before I rushed forward to join with him on approach.

"Come with me and fill me while I fill your awesome mouth." He said.

"How close are you?" I asked as I lifted my mouth away from his cock.

"Whenever you're ready." He answered.

"Touch me." I said and instantly the callused hand of a workingman was scraping over my body.

It was ironic because he did it softly but his tough skin felt rough and it was one of the most strangely erotic feelings that I had ever experienced but then just for a moment I pulled my mouth away from his gorgeous cock.

"Oh god. Now!" I yelled and as I felt my body begin to spasm, he let go and I felt his body spasm also and then a split second later I was exploding into his arse and he was again gushing into my mouth.

"Mmm."

"Aw Fuck."

"Mmm."

"Arh."

I moaned as I swallowed and blew and he cried out as he jettisoned another load into my awaiting mouth and then we both groaned as our bodies pulsed with erratic jerking movements. I swallowed every hot and delicious drop of his hot seed and he took every drop of mine deep into his gut. It was the hottest thing, it was mind blowing and I wanted the whole thing to start over again, even though both of our bodies were still shuddering from our simultaneous climax.

I have to say that there was one difficult thing and that was maintaining the tight curve of my body to keep his gorgeous cock in my mouth while I was convulsing in climax as I fucked him but it was still worth the effort in every way.

A few minutes later I had collapsed on top of him, I was breathing like an Iron Man after a race and my cock was flaccid. In contrast, my cowboy was still rock hard and was breathing regularly. I know he only had to lie there and let me do the work but he had now blown twice, the second time only moments previous and yet his big cock was like a steel column and his breathing was like a man who had yet to begin. There are probably a lot of men who are not physically depleted easily but I had just fucked him like a wild animal and sucked his cock at the same time and it was like he had been relaxing in a bath.

I had never encountered a man out here like him. It really was surprising to me. He nudged me to get up and slowly and a little disappointedly I did but before I could even blink, he was up and standing in front of me. He wrapped one arm around me and was pulling me against him. He then started kissing me with some serious passion. This was not at all hard to get into and I revelled in the close embrace and intimacy.

As I began to melt into his powerful body, I suddenly felt his hands slide down over my arse and after a quick squeeze, they slid to my thighs and lifted my legs and wrapped them around him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and body and he turned instantly, ascended the stairs and walked into the front room carrying me. He turned around and as he stood there, his kiss deep and passionate, I felt him insert one finger inside of me. I flinched at the feeling and then sighed as it began to stretch and move. I don't know about anyone else but this was pretty incredible to me. I mean I may not have been as big as him but I was still a man and he was carrying my weight with my arse cheeks in the palms of his hands and at the same time his finger was fucking me and stretching me.

A couple of minutes later he was still tonguing my mouth and I was writhing my chest over his. Suddenly two fingers were inside of me. I inhaled deeply but enjoying it, I kissed him harder. I felt amazing as the index fingers of each hand were rubbing against the walls of my rectum, stretching me more and then moments later he was finger-fucking me with both of them.

Some time after, his palms still cupping my arse cheeks, he inserted both of his middle fingers at the same time, their length taking them even deeper. With four fingers now inside me, I gasped and jerked and tightened my arms around my massive cowboy. I honestly would never even have conceived of this or imagined it but though now it was less about finger-fucking and more about preparing me for his huge cock to enter me, still it felt unbelievable. He was so incredibly strong and his strength made me feel like a boy in the arms of a man. He couldn't have been more than four years older than I was but still I felt like an adolescent with an adult male. He was gentle though, as he opened me and manipulated my ring and slowly but surely stretched me wide.

"Reach down and grab my cock. I want you to stroke it and really squeeze it hard." He said.

It was one thing that I could not have resisted him and thought I would have done anything sexual for him but it was another thing altogether when his deep and yet sultry toned voice reverberated through me like a command. It wasn't a command but it felt that way though as usual I didn't care and actually liked the idea of this hunk dictating my actions. As I said earlier, I love it when a man takes control.

I released one arm from my hold of his body, angled my body and gripped his massive cock. It was so damned hard and after a few quick strokes along its length, I crushed it in my hand and then pulled it at the same time and I heard his moan and felt his hot breath as it brushed over my face. I turned my head to look at him and he bent forward and pushed his lips to mine. He was so unbelievably hot that I could feel his body heat like heat from an open fire radiating all over me. He was also incredibly turned on and then I felt the oozing warmth cover my hand. I pulled my hand away and broke the kiss and looked at an inordinate amount of pre-come all over my palm and fingers. It had seeped out of his cock like honey from a spilled jar and his cock was covered equally as much as my hand was.

"Taste me again." He said and I stroked my tongue along my palm and he sighed as he watched my hungry delight.

"Trust me, there's plenty more where that came from." He said.

"I don't doubt it." I said, again amazed at the volume.

I smiled and then I licked my hand. Every finger was covered and I sucked each one clean of his silky goodness. I really loved the taste of him and I wanted to break free of his hold, drop to my knees and suck the rest from his coated cock. He grinned pleasurably as he continued with some hot fingering that made my hard cock throb again and then my cowboy began to sit down upon the rocker. He directed me to slide my feet out to the sides beneath the armrests. I thought he may have been tired from holding me and wanted to sit down and rest me on his lap but as we were descending into the chair, I felt his enormous fuck pole pushing against my nuts.

My eyes spoke volumes as they widened from the realisation that suddenly occurred to me. He was going to lower me onto his enormous cock. I realised his hands were still holding my arse cheeks, stretching them apart and with incredible strength he was easily holding my whole body weight above his cock. From that moment all I cared about and wanted was that big cock inside me. I was hungry to know exactly what it would feel like because I had never taken anything that big before.

I was amazed for a moment at his strength to hold me in the air like this but then to add to my amazement, I felt the four fingers, two from each hand, stretching my hole wide apart. I groaned as he pulled me wider than ever before but before I could even comprehend the extent, he lowered me over the large head of his cock. I felt his palms grip my cheeks hard and then simultaneously he pulled his fingers out and my ring slapped like a rubber band around his knob. I swear if he weren't holding me I would have launched into orbit.

"Oh god, holy fucking shit!" I cried out from a mixture of burning and amazement and he held me firmly and waited for me to adjust.

My sphincter buried his huge knob as it embraced it and crushed it with a familiarity that somehow seemed wrong but damn it, it felt absolutely incredible and my cock throbbed again.

"I need you to put your feet on the ground and take your weight." He said.

I hadn't realised but my feet were only centimetres off the ground and so I did as he instructed. I was still looking at him, especially now that we were in better lighting. I had realised the moment we entered the room that he was even hotter than I had originally thought. He had these intense brown eyes that not only seemed to be able to look through me but they were also hypnotic in a way that I found it difficult to look away from them. He was incredibly handsome and he had that weathered, country, manly look to his face. There was an aura about him as well. It was like a big brother or a father and he made me feel like I had to do whatever he told me to do.

So I stood there in a strange position and stance, with my legs bent beneath the armrests and the knob of his cock inside me. He brought his hands up to his mouth and he sucked the fingers that had been inside of me. He was like no other man from around this area and he seemed to have no insecurities or limitations. It really was refreshing from the men I was used to. His hands then moved to my hips where he held me and rested them and then he looked up at me.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"Chris. What's yours?" I replied.

"Jasper." He said. "Do you often spy on men in the dark of night? Not that I'm complaining." He added, grinning at me.

"No, never before but I think you are incredible." I answered honestly.

"Thanks." He said seriously.

I looked at him in awe. I still couldn't believe the effect he had on me. He made me feel like it was my first time with a man.

"You seem experienced but you also seem a little apprehensive?" He said.

"Sorry, I don't know why but I'm a little overwhelmed by you." I said and Jasper laughed.

"Drop down a little." He said.

I had become accustomed to his knob inside me and so now I dropped my hands onto his broad shoulders. They were so huge and I slid my hands over them and felt the taut skin and their muscular strength and then in an instant, I began to lower myself further down onto his huge cock. I groaned repeatedly over the next several minutes and Jasper sat and allowed me to do and adjust, as I required. He never took his eyes off mine and it had the effect of making me want him and to want to have him inside me all that much more. I could actually feel even more of his natural lubrication spreading over his big cock. I was literally wondering where all of it was coming from.

Finally my face was level with his and the moment it was he pulled me chest to chest and kissed me deep. My arms locked around his neck and shoulders and I kissed back with equal passion while I continued to lower myself until finally my butt pressed against his legs.

It was incredible to have that massive cock inside of me and to feel it so deep in my gut that at times I felt like I would explode. My cock was absolutely throbbing from having him inside me and the speed with which I didn't want him out of me was equally amazing. I had never felt anything like it and now I didn't want anything else. I looked at him with a lusty smile and pulled him to me and began to kiss him again. It was then that he pulled me against his chest so hard and crushed me. The pressure of his big cock increased and I sighed in utter pleasure but then he began to rock the chair back and forth. It wasn't like normal fuck strokes but his hands now held my waist and as he rocked back he pushed me down and when he rocked forward he lifted me up and the more he did it the more I got used to Jasper's enormous cock inside of me.

It was helped all the more because as I realised what he had in mind, with my feet on the ground I joined in the effort and rhythmically added to the rising and falling of my body. I didn't know if this was all he wanted to do but despite the idea of standard sex with him, I discovered myself loving this unusual experience. My cock and my body were rising and falling and subsequently rubbing against his. Realising that I was using my legs he had released his hold of me and now his hands and his fingers were sliding up and down over my back and his soft yet callused caress was again incredible.

I was in awe of this man's appearance, his handsome face and his magnificent body and I had also been a little surprised on the veranda by his openness to bottom; not that I should have been but despite my open-mindedness and that I don't mean to stereotype, he didn't look like the type that would. Regardless, now I was bottoming for him and to the most gut filling and hottest cock I had ever encountered. I could literally feel the blood flushing through my face as I continued to get hotter and harder and more turned on. He was looking at me – no – he was gazing at me with those deep, brown eyes and I felt like they were drilling into mine as deep as his cock was drilling into my arse. Just that thought was bringing me closer and we had only just begun.

After no more than a few minutes I was lifting my body higher and lowering it until my butt pressed to his thighs and then Jasper began to rock the chair further and then moments later, his hands gripped the armrests tightly and he began to thrust his hips and suddenly his thick, long cock was driving into me with greater intent.

With each thrust of his hips he would release a small breath containing a low grunt and then a gentle sigh would accompany his descent from within me. I was holding his huge shoulders and then I ran my hands down over the sides of his large arms and as my eyes coveted every naked centimetre of him available to me, I moved my hands to his chest and slid them over his massive pecs before rubbing his dark nipples with the tips of my fingers.

Jasper was smiling at me when I looked back to his face. I could see my visual and tactile appetite for his body pleased him. How could it not? I couldn't even imagine someone looking at me the way I looked at him and I certainly couldn't imagine someone wanting me the way I wanted Jasper. He was awesome in every respect.

After some time, Jasper told me to stop in a particular position. I was about halfway down his cock and he told me to stand still just as I was. Of course I concurred because I was curious as to what he had in mind. I felt his legs move as he adjusted his feet on the floor and then as I stood with my legs bent and my body slightly arched toward him and my hands resting on his shoulders; Jasper began rocking the chair in short but fast bursts. His cock slammed up into my gut and then was ripped away equally as fast and he continued this and I began to groan and gasp as this creative fucking sent me higher.

"Fuck, Jasper, yeah, fuck me." I cried out begging for more and Jasper smiled, as he obliged my request.

The feeling of Jasper's massive cock thrusting into the bowels of my body was indescribable. Some might call a big cock uncomfortable but for me it was like feeling something that had been missing and was now finally in place. His additional centimetres of girth left an impression on my memory like no man's cock ever had. He wasn't just inside of me and he wasn't just opening me up; Jasper's phenomenal cock filled me and fulfilled me every time it entered, every time it retreated and even in every rare moment when he was simply inside of me and not fucking me.

For at least the next quarter of an hour I stood there almost like a statue, except one that grunted and groaned. Jasper continued to rock his chair back and forth, slow or fast as was his desire and he moaned with each of his arse filling strokes. One of his hands was holding my pouch and pulling it to the right while his other hand was holding my cock and pulling it to the left. He was massaging my pouch and crushing my cock and though his eyes occasionally scanned my naked body, most of the time he just stared into my eyes hypnotically. I was loving it all and I was loving him and I kept eating his body with my eyes and my hands were caressing every centimetre I could reach.

As much as I wanted this to continue, a point did come when I wondered when he would blow and fill me up but he seemed as if he could continue to fuck me like this for all of time. My levels were rising and falling as I came close, controlled myself and attempted to maintain a plateau over and again but of course Jasper seemed blessed with unyielding endurance.

Unexpectedly he stopped rocking and he pushed me down until my butt sat against his thighs. He wrapped an arm around my butt and held my waist with his hand and then he stood up from the chair as if I held no additional weight.

"Lift your legs Chris and lock them around my waist." He said.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and lifted my legs as he had instructed and then he turned to the bare rear wall of the cabin, walked toward it and only stopped when my back forced him to. Holding me tightly, Jasper now began to fuck me so deeply and so hard and in less than seconds I was groaning and crying out his name as the full length and girth of his huge cock drove like a high speed Cadillac toward a telephone pole.

"Ugh, Arh. Ugh, Arh. Ugh, Arh."

These were the only sounds I made as he fucked me incessantly and with such powerfully directed strokes. It wasn't just upthrusts of his cock into me either. Jasper was lunging his whole body against me and as his large chest collided with mine and his stomach and groin slammed against me, his huge cock was literally speared up and into me and concluded with deft impacts. I didn't want to speak and even now I wonder if I could have.

I loved the physical assertion of his whole masculine body upon and into me and I loved the feeling of his long and thick and strong cock as it parted me and made me its home. I loved the manly smell of his perspiring body and the scent of our naturally flowing juices. I also loved the sounds of his guttural groans and the way each and every unifying piece of this montage of sexuality between two men in dire need to explode with one another yet again, all came together and heated us and made us want one another and lifted us to heights beyond normal. It was phenomenal.

Again this seemed to go on forever and again I wasn't bothered at all but yet again I looked at him and apart from the beads of sweat on his brow and the increasing glazed look to his eyes, still Jasper seemed to be unstoppable. I didn't care though as I realised this was the treat of my life and I wrapped my arms around him tighter and pulled him closer and then drove my tongue into his mouth. He accepted my offer and kissed me back heatedly but I soon noticed it stopped his body punching assault and instantly I pulled back and screamed at him to fuck me again. He grinned as he realised for certain that I loved what he was doing and again his cock and body began to pound against and into me.

"More." I begged and it was the one word that had left my mouth during this incredible experience.

Jasper grabbed one of my legs and pushed it down and as my foot hit the ground and took my weight, he lifted the other leg higher and pushed it wider. His left hand gripped against my shoulder and pinned it to the wall and though I could hardly believe it, Jasper began to fuck me even harder and even deeper.

"Fuck." I roared hungrily, offering him insight and another word.

His body and his cock punished me with hot, hard sex, delivered with masculine strength and power and the need to experience the pleasure of men fucking like men without constraint. I felt the breath being pushed out of my lungs each time his enormous, muscular physique slammed into mine and his huge cock felt like it was actually punching my lungs as he crashed into me. It may sound as if this was rough and verging on violent but it wasn't. It was nothing less than delicious, raw and hot man sex and I was in ecstasy.

Our bodies had begun to sweat profusely amidst the hot night and our searing, sexual hungers. His eyes were again drilling into mine and then each time he retreated backwards before his forward thrust, I would look down at his brown and hair covered, rolling and rippling chest and want to lick it. God he was such a powerhouse.

In his next lunge like all the others, as his body crushed up against me, my cock was again rubbed and squeezed by his hard abs but this time as his cock drove deep and made mine throb, as he wrenched backward and away, without my even being aware it was about to happen, he changed his angle and raked my prostate and I exploded over my face and chest and stomach. A long chord crossed my lips and hung down from my chin and my body was jerking violently while my cock continued to twitch and bounce. If it weren't for the fact that Jasper was holding me against the wall, my legs would have folded up beneath me.

I saw Jasper smile and he slowed his assault for one stroke, moved in and took the stretching, hanging chord of my seed onto his tongue and then moved up and licked my face and lips. He pushed his lips to mine, filled my mouth with his tongue and shared my thick and heavy tasting seed with me. Almost instantly I was desperate to continue his hot kiss but then he pulled back and as I continued to shudder against the wall, again his body struck mine with masculine force and sexual heat.

"Oh god?" I yelled in disbelief.

Some time later however, Jasper moved against me, his large chest pressing against me, his lips kissing mine and then his teeth gently biting my bottom lip but still he continued to javelin his enormous length and girth so hard and deep. The body slamming had ended but the cock punching was still incessant. I thought for a moment that I had lost something in the change but then he began to rub his big chest against me and he kissed me again and still I was overwhelmed.

Is there anyone that truly understands what I mean when I say that my want and my need and my desperate desire for one man's eyes, kiss, touch, extraordinary body and magnificent cock was simply excruciating? I already had him and he was inside of me and he was driving me wild and yet still there seemed to be some missing element that would stop this almost painful need for more. God damn it, I was in heaven but heaven wasn't enough. Even so, this encounter was still absolutely hot and exciting and fucking brilliant.

In the midst of the sensual, heated and lip biting kiss, as my hands touched his huge, smooth back like a young gay boy feeling the flesh of his first male body; Jasper suddenly lifted me into his arms again and we were departing from the wall and turning toward another destination. Talk about a travel bug because it seemed that no one location was enough for Jasper.

Seconds later we were in his bedroom and I assumed he was going to fuck me on the bed. Instead he pulled his big cock out of me and for a second I felt like an amputee that had lost a primary limb and I wanted it back. Jasper saw the expression on my face and he laughed and caressed his callused hand over my chest and then tweaked my nipple.

"You like my big cock inside you, do you?" He said with a grin.

"I thought that was pretty obvious the way you had me practically howling like a dingo." I replied.

"Best we see if we can't get this dingo howling again then."

I didn't have the chance to respond before he spun me around and was bending me over a chest of drawers that was about waist high. There was nothing on top of it except for his cowboy hat and he pushed me hard and I felt my chest slam into the smooth, lacquered wood. His hands slid up my back and then back down but they went all the way to my arse cheeks. He took one in each hand and he squeezed them and then pulled them apart and then suddenly every centimetre of that massive cock ploughed deeply into my gut.

"Aw Jasper." I yelled in instant ecstasy.

"Are you happy now Dingo?" He said chortling.

"Fuck me Jasper, fuck me hard and tame this wild dog."

Jasper leaned forward and I felt his huge body press against my back and then I felt his breath against my ear. He gently pulled my ear lobe with his teeth and as he released it he literally growled at me sexually.

"I'm a cowboy Chris but I can put a hand to most things and so sheep, cattle or horses, I suppose it doesn't matter and I could try and wrangle a wild dog too."

An enormous smile crossed my face as I was both amused by his joke and wildly turned on by the thought but again, before I could respond or do anything, Jasper stood back up and he began fucking my butt with long, hard and very fast strokes. I reached out and gripped his hat and pulled it to my face and inhaled the earthy scents of a cowboy but in particular, of Jasper.

"Aw yeah." I cried out as I heard his loud grunt.

"Jasper." I gasped again.

"Ugh." I groaned.

Jasper's cock felt incredible as it lunged inside of me and felt like it was redecorating. I'm sure this sort of hardcore sex isn't for everyone but for me; a cock this long, a cock this thick and the fact that it was Jasper's cock, sent me into another state of mind. I was in awe, I was in ecstasy and the simple thought of Jasper doing this to me let alone that he actually was doing it to me was driving me wild.

Jasper's huge driving cock buried itself deep, his groin slamming into my butt cheeks with loud, thumping slaps, his huge hands gripping my hips and all the while he was grunting with each forward assault and I would gasp and then he would moan as he withdrew his cock and I would groan.

The pungent smell of man sex filled the room and I had now reached a place I had never experienced. I could have blown at any moment but I wanted this to go on, I wanted to feel Jasper inside me for as long as I could and though I suspect that it is the same for most guys like me, I just didn't want this to end.

I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised but I was when unexpectedly Jasper stopped fucking me, pulled me up until my back pressed against his chest and then his head dropped forward and he kissed my neck as one hand reached around and gripped my cock and the other rubbed fervently over my chest and tits. To my surprise also, Jasper stroked my cock so softly. It seemed disparate from the hot, fever paced and arse pounding fucking that Jasper was giving to me but there really wasn't a lack of contrast and it felt just as good. Hard and fast or soft and tender, I loved it all with a naked man and Jasper was just exquisite icing.

I allowed my body to relax against his and my head fell back onto his shoulder. My eyes were closed and I was in some state of sensuous bliss and I sighed loudly as he held me tight but maintained my sexual arousal. His cowboy hat was still firmly in my hand.

After a few minutes he pulled out of me and then turned me around and pulled me against him. Oh man the feeling of those huge pecs against me, of his big cock pressing against my cock and yes, of course he was still hard and then there were his eyes holding me exactly where he needed me to be. This cowboy just did it all for me and I wondered how I could ever be satisfied again.

Jasper then kissed me and if it weren't for the fact that I wanted to come while he was fucking me, I could have blown my load right there on the spot. I tightened my arm around his back and pulled him close and hard and I lowered my other hand and began to gently finger-fuck him.

"Damn, Dingo?" He said as he pulled away from the kiss and looked at me.

"I can't resist any part of you Jasper. Your whole body is a delicacy, your huge cock is a meal unto itself and this arse of yours, well let's just say that anytime you want to invite me over for dinner?" I said and then with a twist of the wrist I rubbed his prostate and he jerked and tightened his grip around me so hard that he almost broke me in half.

"You're a bad boy Chris" Jasper said with a wild grin "but I like bad boys." He added and then he lifted me again, walked a few steps and then he was lying me on the bed beneath him.

"How bad do you want me to be?" I asked smiling mischievously.

"Chris, I think bad boys need to be chastised with a good thrashing."

"Are you going to thrash my arse?" I asked as I released his hat onto the bed beside me.

"I think you need it. I think someone has to discipline you and as there is no one else here but me, I suppose I will have to be the one to take your arse in hand."

"Jasper?" I said questioningly with a serious tone of voice.

"Yeah?"

"My arse is yours, thrash it good."

Jasper smiled and then he lowered his massive body on top of me, surrounding me, crushing me and he kissed me deep and hard and with passion. I responded heatedly and I let my hands and fingers go wild all over his huge and beautiful body and then I once again began to finger-fuck Jaspers arse and he moaned as he kissed me even more intimately.

Jasper then lifted away from me and he grabbed my legs at the calves and lifted them into the air. My back bent and my arse rose off the bed and then he stretched my legs wide apart. It was pretty damned obvious the thrashing was about to begin and I looked down and his massive cock was still like a steal rod but it was firmly pressing against his gut. He looked down at it and then let go of one of my legs and I watched as his big hand went to his big cock and pushed it down pointing it like an arrow at a bullseye.

I saw his hips moving forward, I felt the round crest of his knob touch my quivering hole and then as I looked up to visually devour his beautiful body and handsome face; I watched his pectoral muscles shudder and twitch as he grabbed my legs again and pushed his body forward and I felt that huge cock spread me wide again.

"Argh." I gasped as I felt every centimetre of every part of the surface of his cock slide deeply inside of me.

"Errh" I heard him growl as the sensitivity of his well used cock forced its way in.

"Damn I love your cock Jasper." I yelled.

Jasper smiled proudly and as if he were running out of time, he began to plunger my hole like a drain and his paced just continued to increase and his power continued to unleash and in no time at all he really was thrashing my arse and I was in heaven yet again, as I groaned and gasped and screamed and begged for more.

He had my legs wide to ease his entry but then he pushed them back toward my head to lift my arse higher and now it seemed as if it was just his cock, his nut sack and his groin in a physical struggle with my butt cheeks and butt hole. I could feel every part of his cock and I could hear and feel his pouch as it swung back and forth like Tarzan but crashing into my body like George of the jungle. Every time his groin collided there was the usual slapping thud and then I was aware of his retreat before yet another assault.

"God damn it cowboy, hogtie this cow and fuck it like a bull." I yelled.

Jasper looked at me with a mixture of amazement and amusement but then with no less than lust filled eyes, he lifted my legs back up in front of him and he pushed them together to tighten my arse and he began to fuck me deep and hard with long, full strokes. I groaned from the added pressure of my legs together.

"Fuck me cowboy, yeah that's it, fuck me, fuck me."

Jasper then reached down and grabbed my wrists and pulled toward him until his huge hands made it possible for him to lock his thumbs around my lower legs. Damn it, he really had me hogtied and with my arse hole clamping closed and my arse cheeks pressing together, Jasper continued to drive his stake in with unceasing force. Again he was fucking me with all-consuming focus and groin-pounding assaults.

"Aw god, aw yes, aw fuck me Jasper, fuck me." I screamed in a delirium.

"My lamb to the slaughter." He replied and the smile on my face said it all.

Jasper did indeed slaughter my butt and there was simply nothing else that could have removed my mind and my feelings from this awesome display of endurance and skill and capability, as he continued to ram me and punish my arse like I wanted him to.

I was beginning to slide backwards over the sheets with each punch of his magnificent cock but then he released my arms and pulled my legs against his chest, both pointing over his left shoulder and wrapped his arms around them to keep me in place. Except for my arms it was like I was still hog-tied, the way my legs were squeezed together and held in place and then his fucking continued and it went on and on and on.

I was moaning in disbelief of the most incredible fucking any man had ever given me and he was grunting with every in-stroke, as well as every out-stroke and with his rhythmic punching and his hips in a powerful piston mode; for the very first time, I saw the pressure beginning to build in his face, his eyes and his expression. I could barely believe that Jasper was finally on approach. He had been fucking me for god only knew how long and it really had seemed as if he had some unlimited reservoir of energy and endurance.

I reached out and picked up his cowboy hat and then I lifted my arm and offered it to him. He looked at me with a curious expression as I grinned at him with a hunger for the fetish I had been introduced to by where I had been born, where I had grown up and the many cowboys I had encountered over so many years of my life.

"Wear it cowboy. Ride me and fuck me into the country earth." I said and Jasper reached out and took his hat and donned it for me.

"You're a wild one and until I tame you, this bareback riding is going to have to continue but eventually I'll have you reined." He said.

"I'm chomping at the bit." I replied grinning.

"Damn Chris, get ready for the ride of your life."

"I'm already in the middle of it." I said seriously.

Jasper rolled his eyes and then he pulled my legs down and wrapped them around his waist. He told me to lock them around him and keep them there and in seconds my feet were hooked together and his hands were gripping my arse cheeks and holding it level for the continuing assault of his cock. It was an odd position for me but I would have agreed to anything he desired so that my desire for Jasper could be fulfilled.

Soon enough he was in full flight again as he knelt between my legs. His thighs, his hips and his lower back all moving back and forth in a combined effort to drill me hard and fuck me deep. Every time his cock drove down and was buried inside of me, I would exhale with a throaty gasp and then as he withdrew his big bulls cock into the open air, I would inhale heavily with a moan and both were filled with absolute desire for these extraordinary feelings he was filling me with.

He thrust and he punched and he plugged and the dark brown hair on his chest was now damp, as the sweat of his body began to accumulate over every part of his flesh. His massive chest was rising and falling while it twitched and contracted from his body's physical movements. Jasper's smooth, hairless stomach was covered in multiple rivers of trickling sweat rolling up and down over his huge abdominal muscles. The dark, hair-filled median was a lather of perspiration and he was beginning to look like he had just stepped from a shower. It only made him look all the more enticing and juicy and delicious and my carnal hungers and desires made me want to lick him all over and eat him sexually for hours. It wouldn't have mattered what he did or didn't do because everything about Jasper was just so seductive and no matter what sense I engaged, he seduced it without trying.

Foolishly I had expected based on the physical changes in Jasper that he would blow within the next couple of minutes but of course that didn't happen. He continued fucking me at an incredible pace and I continued to moan and cry out in ecstasy. Honestly, I had never felt so good and no man had ever satisfied me like this. Even though my legs were wrapped around his waist I could still feel his huge body moving back and forth, rubbing against my inner thighs. It was amazing to think of that lower torso that looked so strong and so taut and so smooth but felt like a hard wall covered in soft skin grazing forward and back between the flesh of my legs.

Jasper adjusted his position again, bringing his legs together and then he sat on his heels, lowered my arse onto his thighs and then he leaned forward and his hands gripped onto my shoulders. We were much closer now and I couldn't resist lifting my hands and touching his hot, sweating chest.

"I love the way you touch me and the way your eyes tell me you want me."

I was so in awe of him that I had barely registered that he had stopped fucking me as he changed his positioned. I was just so caught up in looking at him and wanting him that as long as I was with him, he was still feeding me in a multitude of ways.

"I just want you to devour me." I replied and he smiled with a lascivious pride.

Jasper suddenly pulled against my shoulders and even though his enormous cock was deep, the pressure as he pushed forward and pulled back drew our bodies so tightly together that I felt the crest of his huge cock crown stretch me further and open me wider and impale me even deeper.

I let out a heavy gasp of euphoric breath and as he held us together tightly, he began rhythmically rolling his hips, his cock pulling back maybe ten centimetres and then pushing back just as deep. There was no pounding now. It was just the deep internal thrusts of rolling hips pushing and pulling and making his meaty pleasure grind and slide and fill me with incomprehensible satisfaction. The only thing that could have made this better was ejaculation and for the first time in my life, I was so satisfied that I was in no need or hurry to reach that point. I could have let Jasper do this to me forever.

Each time Jasper pulled out and pushed in to his ultimate end of the line, I heard a soft throaty groan that accompanied a wisp of breath and then each time he pulled back, there was a moan of delight at the knowledge he was about to drive back in.

I could not believe the way I could feel every centimetre of his length all the way from the ring-stretching root of his massive member, up to the crest but then to also feel every cell of that fat girth that the fleshy walls of my arse were embracing was incredible. God how I loved his cock inside of me and also, god how I loved its penetrating strokes. Fuck, I just loved Jasper's big cock full stop.

I ran my fingers down his chest and down over those rock hard abs. I then slid the tips of my fingers through the hair in the median from between the lowest of his abdominal muscles, all the way up between his pecs until my fingers caressed over his neck. I parted my hands to either side of his body and caressed over his massive shoulders and then down over those huge arms that were simply bewildering in their size and power. Once again I was almost lost as my eyes feasted, my fingers felt, my ears listened to his sighs and my nostrils flared as I inhaled his personal scent. I was being obliterated by my senses and it was delectable.

I inhaled even deeper and once again I was consumed by the aroma of his pre-come, which I could now feel was oozing out of his big cock again and coating not just his crowning glory but also the entire length of his massive arse-fucking pole. It was sliding so easily within me despite its grinding size and I thought that if he was taking those long punching strokes like he had been before then he would be almost ready to explode.

I was amazed at how hot and lusty this was and how also it was so intimate and sensual at the same time but then to place a cherry on top; Jasper hooked a hand around my neck and pulled me to him and his lips crushed against mine and his mouth opened and as his tongue entered, I felt as if he were going to eat me. I was overwhelmed in that moment and I cried out into his mouth, as I had to use every ounce of control to stop myself from exploding amidst everything that was happening.

I heard a little snicker back into my mouth. He knew what he was doing to me and he knew the effort I was employing to halt my flow. His tongue dived deeper and he drove his cock deeper and his other hand rushed down and squeezed my cock as he purposely pushed me to the limit.

"Argh." I yelled into his mouth, which I could not pull away from because his whole body had me imprisoned sexually.

My back was arched, his hand holding my neck and head, his lips and tongue pressing and drilling, his hand crushing and pulling my cock and his unfathomable length and thickness of manhood pushing in as his groin was cemented to my arse.

"Ugh, uck" Were the sounds that echoed in his mouth. I couldn't even pronounce the f because I was gasping and so busy trying not to blow and then I felt him ease off all of a sudden.

Jasper pulled away from the kiss and he looked at me and smiled.

"Well done, I'm impressed." He said but he had no idea what it had taken or what it had taken out of me to overt what had seemed the impossible.

"I can promise you won't achieve that next time." He said with a wicked smirk.

"I can't believe I did this time?" I replied.

"I'll give you thirty seconds to recover and then Chris, we begin again."

"Thirty seconds?" I said stunned while knowing that I was still holding on for dear life at that moment.

"This is life Chris. You can't halt the inevitable."

I was about to reply again when I heard "Times up!" and he released all of his holds on me, rose back up onto his knees, withdrew his cock until it almost came out of me and then unexpectedly his hands gripped my hips. He pushed down hard and as he drove his cock in, the change of angle forced it into a collision course with my prostate.

"Holy shit?" I yelled as his cock impacted.

"Argh?" I groaned in disbelief as one centimetre after another intensively steamrolled over my prostate, grinding it into further submission.

If I had of been standing at that moment I would have been on the floor the next. My cock reacted instantly and throbbed while pulses of pleasure passed through my pouch and also into my cock. I clenched every muscle in my body as my cock thickened and bounced and in the moment that Jasper began to withdraw, dragging his extraordinary cock back over that nuclear button, I knew any control I had, had been lost.

Jasper was watching my facial expressions as he gauged how long it would be before I blew. Is eyes suddenly focused on mine and as he stared into them deeply and made me wish that he would handcuff me to his bed, I saw in his eyes that some inexplicable thought was running through his head. He stopped fucking me, giving me a few moments to gather some control.

"How do you want it?" He asked.

"What do you mean?" I asked as I continued to gasp and moan from his previous prostate attacking cock strokes.

"Do you want to come while I fuck you? Do you want to come in my mouth? Do you want to come with me like we did on the veranda?" He asked.

"Yes!" I replied grinning.

Honestly, I had wanted to come while he was fucking me but all of the choices he was offering sounded too good to dismiss in favour of the others. The idea of my cock in his mouth was to die for but the idea of coming together again, well I knew what that would be like but then the idea of his enormous cock whipping my hole and making me explode was also incredible. Jasper chuckled.

"You have to choose Chris, I can only do one thing at a time." He said.

"You're offering me chocolate, strawberry or vanilla and I don't have a favourite where you are concerned." I replied.

"I've never offered anyone a choice before and you're telling me you can't choose?"

"If you were being fucked by you, you wouldn't be able to choose either."

"What if I told you to choose one and I'll let you have the other's on other separate occasions?" He offered.

"You mean we can do this again?"

"Well you did say you wanted to come for dinner." He said and then he slid his hand down over his arse, pushed his tongue out of his mouth and fluttered it to let me know he wanted me to ream and eat his juicy hole again.

"There is a god!" I whispered and Jasper laughed.

"So Chris, choose."

"Fuck me with that massive, hot cock and make me your bitch."

"Chris?"

"Yeah?"

"You already are."

"Then fuck me Jasper. Be the big, well-hung bull that you are and bury that exceptional cock inside of me." I said.

Jasper dropped one hand onto my chest and he caressed it over my pecs. I had always felt like I had a nice chest but looking at Jasper's I felt completely inadequate.

"I like your pecs." Jasper said as if he had read my mind and then he pinched a nipple harshly. His big thumb and finger making it disappear between them and I cried out and gasped.

I found myself more turned on because it was this big man and because he liked what he had to work with and suddenly I was screaming at him once again to fuck me.

Jasper picked up both of my legs and he folded my body like he was closing a book. It was just as well for me that I am incredibly flexible otherwise he would have snapped me in half. He pushed my legs until they were on either side of my head and my ankles were hooked over the edge of the bed. My arse was now up in the air and no sooner had I gotten used to the position I was in when I felt his cock pressing then stabbing and then driving into the hilt.

"Fuck. Aw Jasper." I gasped.

He stretched out completely, his feet and his hands the only part of him touching the bed. His hands were beside my triceps and his magnificent fuck pole was deeply embedded inside of me. I could feel the way my arse curved snugly into his groin and my eyes darted over his bulging biceps and his contracted yet still bulging pectorals and then finally up to his handsome face to see that his eyes were looking directly into mine.

Slowly he tensed and lifted and his cock drew back but just before it left me he relaxed and it skewered me open as it dived back down to the hilt.

"Oh god." I whispered from a mouth that could barely speak but then he began again.

Out he pulled and then in he drove, the full length and the full girth making its presence known with every single movement. He continued to repeat these actions but each time his strokes became faster and harder and deeper as he continued to build. Somehow between my groans of ecstasy, I lost my ability to think and my existence in those moments became purely sensual sensations. I gazed as if in a dream, as this gorgeous hunk of man buried the most incredibly huge cock inside of me and sent me into a primeval state of raw and instinctive human reaction. I was oblivious to everything but his cock, his beautiful body, his handsome face and finally the desire from the knowledge that I was going to have him inside of me again.

"Oh fuck." I yelled, as again my limits were being tested and beaten.

"Give it up Chris, you know you want to. You know you want to blow that hot load for me." Jasper said trying to weaken my resolve in between his own grunts of sensitivity.

"Fuck Jasper, your huge cock is incredible." I replied trying to ignore what he was doing and pretending I didn't feel like my cock, my arse and my brain weren't about to explode.

"Come on Chris, let it go." He teased with a grin and eyes that appeared carnivorous.

"Aw fuck." I cried out as his powerful cock punches slammed me and drove me wild.

"Come on Chris, don't you know I expect what I ask for, so ready or not I'm going to make you give me that load." He said and my eyes widened as I looked up into those eyes again.

Just for a moment Jasper stopped fucking me. He remained deeply embedded within me, his weight leaning against my arse and then he lifted one hand and slid it between my legs and then pushed it back to where it had been on the bed. He immediately did the same thing with the other hand and now my legs were stretched wide on the outside of his arms.

Jasper now bent his body and again he started to fuck me lustfully. I was completely focused on his huge cock drilling me deep but then suddenly his lips were on my chest and his teeth were closing on my nipple and then he was pulling away and my tit was stretching and sending more overwhelming sensation throughout my body.

"Aw Jasper, holy fuck, I, I, fuck I'm gonna..." I trailed off as a rising groan left my mouth and continued as all my strength failed me.

I began to quiver and then quake and then shudder and in a split second Jasper's hand grabbed my cock and pointed it. His teeth released my tit and he bent his head down and as I truly exploded and my fire hose gushed, my long, thick ropes shot over my body and into his mouth. I was unaware and in a state of delirium but one thought did cross my mind and that was that I wasn't being sprayed with my hot juices. I looked down and saw what he was doing and it turned me on so much that he wanted it, I unexpectedly blew again and another volley shot from so deep that I thought my nuts would be extracted through my cock.

"Fuck!" I yelled like a wild man and then I felt Jasper pumping my cock for more.

I felt a few splats hitting my stomach and then he crushed my cock in his enormous hand and pulled it and punched it and suddenly I felt my body jolt violently and a final wave surged and shot toward his face.

His rhythm didn't falter as he just kept fucking me and when I finally had nothing left to give he raised his head and apart from the odd drop here and there on his face, Jasper had managed to take almost a full load into his mouth. He smiled at me and then assumed his original position and returned all of his focus to filling my arse with his cock and the contents of his large pouch.

I was near wasted but no matter how I felt I couldn't ignore his huge cock and its hilting thrusts into my screaming hole. I was still sucking air into my lungs when I looked up at him and realised what I had to do.

"It's your turn now. Blow the dam and drown my arse Jasper." I said.

I wanted him and I wanted him now and I wanted every drop inside of me. I clenched like I never had because I had to with a cock that size and I did it just as he began to spear into me hard. I watched the expression on his face change as my hole strangled his massive cock and I didn't have to imagine what this did to the head of his cock or the way the sensitivity and sensations would drive him over the edge. He was practically on autopilot and he was flying fast so his cock dived and retreated before he registered what I had done.

"Fuck me dead?" He screamed in surprise as his cock moved through a space of muscle that was almost inflexible.

I saw his body flinch as he was pushed beyond his limit but Jasper's reaction was to fuck that muscle and to make his climax greater. If Jasper's huge body and weight hadn't been holding me down when that fence post fought back I would have fired off the bed and gone through the wall.

"Fucking Hell." He yelled.

"God." I screamed.

"Aw Jesus, I'm gonna fucking blow." He gasped as he continued fucking.

"Ah, yeah, fill me Jasper. Oh Christ." I added as his fuck pole plummeted again into the depths of my gut.

"Aw god, mother fucking hell, aw fuck." Jasper finally cried out and then he gushed like a fire hydrant after being hit by a car.

I could feel shot after shot as his huge cock pulsed and jettisoned the most extraordinary load into my body. I could feel its heat and its thickness and its quantity as his meat exploded relentlessly within me but Jasper still didn't falter and he continued to fuck my arse deep and hard and his face grimaced as he called upon every ounce of endurance he had to keep going. I really was in awe of this man and I couldn't stop thinking that he had already asked me to come back for more.

Finally Jasper unfolded me and as he lay my legs back on the bed and his slowly waning cock slid from inside me, he dropped on top of my body in all his sweat covered masculinity and he kissed me deep before lying in silence for some time.

I was lying there beneath him, our sweaty bodies against each other and though I was utterly satisfied and felt amazing, I was still thinking that I wanted to talk to him. In the time that had passed he had spoken but the only thing he had said regarding anything outside of sex was asking me my name. He was lying in silence and making no attempt to talk and I knew that he was that sort of quiet and unassuming cowboy. There are lots of them.

I wanted to get to know this man but I didn't know how to start or go about it. I can talk to anyone comfortably but I could feel that Jasper didn't want to talk and I wondered if it would always be that way. I also wondered if for him it was always just going to be about sex. I knew the offer had been extended to come back and eat his awesome arse and I knew that hot sex between us was in the future but I wondered if that were all there would be. Eventually he lifted his head and to my surprise he told me I had to go. I knew he was right because we both had to be up early. Country life, it's just the way it is for people like us.

"I'm around for another week, make the most of it and be here at nightfall." He said and then he rolled off my body and onto his back.

"I have a three week drove after this week but when I get back..." He said before trailing off into silence.

The offer was made without really saying the words and now I knew what he did and that when he got back I had even more of him to look forward to. I wondered if he really liked me and if he wanted to get to know me or if he just had nights filled with wild sex like this in mind.

I shook my head and rolled my eyes amused but I knew it wasn't arrogance. He was a country man, a cowboy and the epitome of a Marlboro Man. He wasn't going to get all emotional because that wasn't the type this country produced. Sure there may be the odd one here and there but Jasper was that rustic and rugged, all conference type and if there was another side, which I suspected there was, it would be a side that would take a long time and a lot of trust to discover. I certainly would give him the time if he allowed. The question was; how often would he ask me back. This was the hottest fuck ever but I was open to more if the possibility existed.

I stood up and looked down at his unbelievable body, admiring its strength and power and curves. I looked at his incredibly hot cock and I couldn't wait to have the opportunity to suck it and be fucked by it again. He opened his eyes and looked at me gazing at him and he smiled.

"I like you too." He said and then he closed his eyes again.

I was suddenly filled with very high hopes. It may not sound like much to some but it wasn't just a compliment. For a cowboy like Jasper, a quiet man to whom actions spoke louder than words, a comment like that held volumes of unspoken words. I smiled and then I doused the bedroom lamp. Without a word I left the bedroom and walked into the main room of the cabin. I looked at the rocking chair and remembered, I looked at the wall and remembered and then I doused the other lamp. I walked out onto the veranda, closed the door behind me and got dressed. I stood staring for a moment at the spot where he had been beneath me and then I stepped off and walked into the night. As I walked away from the cabin knowing I would be back tomorrow night, only one thought went through my mind. It was the question what would happen and I spoke the answer out loud.

"Only time will tell!"

Name: Grant Baber

E-mail: gbquesting@gmail.com

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