The Old Wild West - Texas - 1893

Clem Cartwright was the very experienced, well respected foreman of the Doberman Ranch. All the cowboys under his charge idolized him. The forty-one year old was ruggedly handsome and overflowed with quiet, steadfast masculinity. He was a gruff, nonsense man but was never cruel or mean-spirited. He was fair and expected his men to be just as dedicated at keeping the ranch as successful as it has been for the ten years in which he was in charge. He inspired loyalty which his men gave freely, something that Cartwright himself was determined to keep at all cost.

The foreman was aware that part of the admiration his men had for him was their secret desire to having him. He didn't wear it on his sleeve but it was no secret that Cartwright had a healthy appetite for hard, young manly bodies that was well fit and muscular and all the cowboys working under him was more then happy to be on the receiving end of his robust energy and drive which was often and plenty. Clem Cartwright was a man who knew how to fuck hard and fuck well. Thanks to his striking 6'3' frame and impressive 234 pound muscular perfection, the man had the flowing gift at being an lover who was aggressive, passionate and fierce. Every hire cowboy on the ranch knew they weren't just there to work the stables but that they were in fact apart of the growing 'livestock' inside the stable who was meant to serve and satisfy the robust and masculine Bullstud who slept up at the main house.

Cartwright long years of mounting gave the older stud the innate ability at knowing the exact spot to plow inside a man's hole leaving the lucky bronco hooting and howling for days on end. It was the foremen's formable eleven inch cock, more then his words, that kept the ranch hands obedient, loyal and hard working. They would do anything if it meant their obedience would lead them to a night of wild fucking in the rancher's bed with the man stabbing his enormously thick cock up their hungry asses.

But while the cowboys were energetically honored to serve their 'Boss' as he's called, the men for some time now has been secretly longing to tame the rugged foremen in order to saddle and ride the man just as hard as Cartwright does to them.

The foremen was aware of this and it left him rather excited. He knows first hand the pleasure at being well fucked in the backend. In his youth while working on the old Star Lodge Ranch as an upset cowboy many of the older cowboys and ranch hands took it upon themselves at introducing Cartwright to the pleasurably enjoyment of man sex. It was an experience that then young cowboy never forgotten. It's a well honored tradition passed down from one generation of cowboys to the next at teaching young rough riders the fine art at taking it up the ass. The cowboy's life in the old west is an isolated life. Women are none too plentiful in this part of man's country and their main use is to only procreate.

Besides real enjoyment comes with the male companions you establish with your fellow cowboys while riding and working hard together in the open reins of the vast endless land surrounding you. A true cowboy feels apart of the land, as if sprung from the red dirt from which he works and live on. It's embedded inside him; apart of your blood.

Try separating one from the other would be like peeling away the outer skin from the human body. The roughness, the grittiness, the wild energy at not having to be polite or gentle. Out in the open West, a man could be as uninhibited, masculine and as bold as he would wish.

That sense of macho freedom naturally included sex. After all no true man can live without it. Sex was apart of a man's human DNA. That natural desire at having human flesh was endless. It was pure primal. Relentless and insatiable, it was as cut from the soil of earth as man himself.

It was a spirited and adventurous enterprise that proves one man's true grit, endurance and stamina. Here in the Wild West it was the ultimate challenge at displaying one's true manhood in a society in which a man's virile strength was his calling card and those who were most successful carried that badge of pride with great honor. Nowhere is that better demonstrated at being on the receiving end of a hard and hearty fuck from an equally hard and hearty cowboy.

Among them it was an open-secret society but words were never express among them detailing the practice. Words didn't matter. It was the action that spoke volumes and any true man knows that. Not that they were ashamed but they were wise enough to know the outside world would never understand. Not that it really mattered to them. The cowboy's creed has always been living their lives as they see fit and not giving a rat's ass what anyone else think. It's no one else's fucking damn business anyway, and if anyone stupid enough to start sniffing around, they'll have the barrel of a rifle shoved up their ass with their head blown off. Killing and violence is second-nature in the west. Cowboys has taken to that lifestyle with pride. They relished at carrying out their form of law.

Leave them be and everything will be just fine. Get in their way and the vultures will be having a nice meal come suppertime.

It's the best of all possible life and Cartwright was dedicated at maintaining that tradition by passing on his knowledge and skills to the next generation of cowboys that will follow him.

Lately Cartwright has been reminiscing about those good old days when he was on all fours as a parade of cowboys helped him enjoy the excitement at taking it hard and long to the encouragement of his fellow roughnecks. He was an eager pup back then, willing to learn and do whatever they say, and those cowboys at the Star Lodge taught him well as they plowed and sawed his ass and mouth continuously with their rigid cocks. Those countless nights in which he was ferociously gangbang set the course for his life in more ways then one. Cartwright had become a true lover of cock, the longer and thicker the better. While over the years he's become an expert top man, there are days in which Cartwright longed to be back on all fours being the receiver instead of the giver.

With those thoughts in mind Cartwright couldn't help but notice the hefty packages his cowboys were sporting in their well-used worn jeans. The foremen only hired the very best. All the cowboys working on the ranch were as tall as him and just as powerfully muscular. Despite their youth, they all brimmed with steely testosterone; their sexual hormones was always raging, nearly violently, for sex. Thanks to Cartwright's skilled training every roughneck on the ranch was an expert bottom. But there was no question, underneath it all, every one of them had the makings of a savage top man just waiting to burst through. All they needed was the right opportunity.

There was plenty of times after giving one of then a well-earn banging, the Cartwright would lay in bed next to his nearly unconscious conquest staring at the guy's well spent giant cock, dripping the last remnant of milk from his pee hole, and wondered how nice it would be to have it shoved up his round firm ass.

Yeah, Cartwright had a hankering for a nice ass fucking and he knew his workers not only had the equipment to do the job but would be more then happy to give it to him as rough and as hard as he would want. But Cartwright was first and foremost the 'Boss.' If those boys wanted it they would have to fight for it and Cartwright wasn't about to make it easy for them regardless at how much he's been itching for it.

Cowboys by nature are a pretty rambunctious group. Their testosterone is always flowing and the adrenaline oozing from them is always sexually charged. A wrestling contest was created. Two Saturdays of each month instead of riding off into town on their horses after the sun went down, Cartwright and his men would head off into the large rec room of the bunkhouse in where a big mat would be laid out in the middle of the room.

There the foremen would wrestle one of the chosen cowboys of the night. One of the workers came up with the idea of wrestling in the fashion of the ancient Greeks: nude but done with a western twist. Instead of being completely naked the wrestlers would wear their boots with their bodies drenched in rubbing oil.

Cartwright agreed laughing inwardly knowing the suggestion was only made in order for the cowboys to get a cheap thrill looking at his powerfully muscled body all naked. He didn't mind. He enjoyed staring at their hard muscles as well. Besides the skin-to-skin contact while wrestling only added to his and their's adrenaline.

The rules was simple: the winner fucks the loser in front of everyone. The excitement from the cowboys at knowing they were simply one fight away at getting their hands on their very much admired foremen, forcing him to submit to their lust, made those Saturday matches the most exciting thing on the ranch.

But as luck would have it in the six months since the game had started, none of them have been successful at winning. Despite their strong, fit bodies and the fact many of them were a good decade and a half younger then him, none of the cowboys was able to subdue the stronger and faster foremen. Cartwright always won and was always happy to claim his prize to the viewing eyes of the others.

While they were disappointed the ranch hands couldn't help but enjoy the technical skills in which the foremen used his powerfully thick dick at fucking the 'loser' into complete submission. It's just that for once they would love to see one of their own force the Boss into that submissive position.

Then one day on the dusty horizon a young dark-haired, strikingly handsome twenty-seven year old cowboy made his appearance at the Doberman Ranch.

His name was Bo Ewing and his presence was all that everyone talked about. With his dark raven hair, creamy skin and large sensuous blue eyes, he was the most beautiful looking man any of the other cowboys has ever seen outside of the quietly sexy foreman. It was also quickly noted this new cowboy possessed a magnificently well-shaped body.

His tight jeans and shirt showed off a physique showering in ripped muscles. Beyond the physical appearance it was also evident the newcomer had a happy-go-lucky personality. He was always ready for a joke and good time. He was the type of cowboy who made friends easily and proved himself a skilled horsemen and a nature born rancher. He proved to a great addition to the Doberman Ranch.

It wasn't long after joining the ranch did the cowboys soon became aware of another quality about Bo Ewing. The newcomer was pure stud! He had a hearty, healthy appetite for sex and it wasn't long before Bo Ewing became one of the most popular cowboys among his fellow ranch hands.

When the lights went out in the field house Ewing proved to be a highly athletic and exuberant fucker. His hard muscles made him a powerfully fit man and his hunger for sex was endless. The zestful cowboy had a natural talent. With his tightly shape ass and incredibly large and thick cock the newcomer proved to be extremely versatile. He was a much desired giver as he was a taker and wonderfully skilled in both areas which his fellow cowboys was more then happy to sample as often as possible.

He had phenomenon stamina which he used in total abandon. The cowboys watched in amazement as Ewing demonstrated his skills at regularly taking on three of them at once. While one is banging Ewing from behind, Ewing is stuffing his big rod hard in another cowboy's tight hole, all the while Ewing is using his skillful mouth and tongue at sucking down a third partner's cock deep in his hot, long throat. It was an impressive sight. Even more impressive was Ewing's ability to wake up the next morning still full of vigor and still ready and eager for more.

It wasn't long before the cowboys began thinking that in Bo Ewing they may have finally find the champion at taming the much hungered foremen. If Ewing could finally subdue and conquer the older man perhaps they could get their chance with him as well.

Cartwright is like a wild untamed Mustang. Difficult to ride and dangerous to try. But once broken anyone could mount it. Everyone was convince that the only reason why Cartwright haven't willingly gave himself over to them was that he wasn't aware at just how fantastic it was at being fucked. The man simply didn't know what he was missing. The men were sure once Ewing showed him, he would gladly open himself up to all of them. Of course none of the men on the ranch was aware that the foremen was more then willing to give it up. They just haven't won it yet.

The guys told the newcomer their idea, and always ready for a challenge, Ewing was more then willing. Since joining Ewing possessed a powerful lust for the Boss. He was just his type. Steady, strong, and somewhat quiet, the foremen was a man who wore his masculinity with a layback pride the newcomer could respect.

As was the custom, with any new member joining the Doberman Ranch, their first night on the ranch they slept up in the big house sharing the Boss's bed, and Ewing was overwhelmed by the brilliance in which the older foremen ravished him. Twist has been fucked plenty of times but he was by no means prepared for the strength, virile and animalistic nature in which the Boss repeatedly mounted him over and over again throughout that single night. The older man fucked him so enthusiastically the young cowboy began whaling in volume that only slutty female whores are supposed to reach and even then the Boss wasn't finish. In fact it was just the beginning.

To everyone surprise, because this certainly wasn't the custom, the foremen kept the newcomer in his private quarters the next day as well and then the next day and to everyone astonishment a third day as well. While the other field hands continued their chores in the open fields of the ranch, Ewing was feverishly worked over as he find himself the centerpiece of the best fucking he ever had in his entire life.

Thanks to the foremen's ravenous athleticism, Ewing didn't realize just how flexible his body could be use in sex. It didn't matter where: in the broken bed, on the floor, on the sofa, over the sofa, on the kitchen table, in a chair, over a chair, in the outside shower, on the toilet lid in the outhouse. It didn't matter how: lying up, lying down, lying under, bending down, bending over, upside down, right side up, sitting down, standing up, standing on his head, standing on his hands, doing a split, head over heels, heels over head, whatever the position, Ewing find himself being fantastically well-fucked. The boss man was heatedly aggressive, robust and outrageously firm. He whipped his thick eleven inches inside Ewing with such force the newcomer literally saw stars in his eyes as he whimpered, shouted and begged for more.

Ewing thought he knew what good sex was. But his encounter with the foremen, it was obvious that most of the sex he had experience over the years wasn't as exciting as he thought. Compared to the Boss, all the men he had enjoyed before were just going through the motions. Sex with Cartwright wasn't just a physical act it was an out-of-body experience filled with sweat, filth and nasty raunchiness. Ewing not only felt his body come alive in a way he never thought humanly possible but this form of physical action touched his spirit and soul. And this was all due to the man's sexitivity. Clem Cartwright was the first lover Bo Ewing had ever came across who knew exactly what to do to him, how to do it to him, when to do it to him, where to do it to him, and why.

Ewing left that cabin the third morning with a spring in his step, a fire in his belly, a smile on his face as well as a barrel full of hot cum oozing outta his well-used chute. His fellow cowboys was eager for details which Ewing was happy to recount in fine, long details. But strangely since that first night Ewing had noticed the foremen was keeping his distance. The cowboy couldn't figure it out. He knew Cartwright enjoyed it just as much as he did and perhaps even more after learning from the guys he was the first cowboy to stay for three straight days in the Boss's cabin on their first arrival on the ranch. But the newcomer didn't have too much time to on it mainly because his fellow cowboys was keeping him very busy in the bunkhouse at night.

But like the others it wasn't long before Ewing began lusting after the older bullstud's tight muscled ass. He just knew his thick cock would fit perfectly inside that bunghole. So when the guys came to him with their idea, the newcomer was eager. Ewing has been around long enough to know those gruff types, like the foremen, made the best broncos for riding. They may present themselves with this tough exterior but deep inside lurks a man just waiting for the right dick to fill up their much needed shithole. The fact that the man was older and undefeated made the challenge that much more desirable at winning. Ewing skills as a horsemen after all made him an expert at taming wild Mustangs.

This coming Saturday night Ewing plans on using those skills at taming the most wildest animal he has ever met and the fact he will be doing it in front of a crowd made him more excited at getting to the action.

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Saturday night came soon enough and all the cowboys was waiting in the rec room surrounding the worn out mat waiting for their boss to show up. You could cut the energy in the air with a knife. They were all excited filled with boisterous good feelings as they drank beer and whiskey. They were all charged sexually which wasn't that unusual. The point of these matches was for sex after all. But tonight they were collectively hoping for a new change in the usual processor. After months of wishing they were betting this would be the night their victorious foremen would be on the receiving line of a much needed lost. They wanted this; they wanted to watch and enjoy.

There was no malice to this desire. There was no vengeance in their hearts. Cartwright was a good man and a damn fine foremen to work under. He made sure his cowboys were well-paid, well-cared for and respected. Having a spot on the Doberman Ranch was deeply covered and to be one of the lucky ones hired was a blessing indeed when comparing the harsh treatments cowboys on other ranches receives.

No they never expressed anger at losing to the Boss. They tried but simply lost and the losing was never anything they were actually disappointed with. The foremen was one of the best top men around and being fucked by him was like being fucked in paradise. It's just that for once they would love to see Clem Cartwright be given the royal treatment and with Bo Ewing they were sure they had the best chance at finally witnessing it.

Ewing could feel the anticipation his fellow ranch hands had for the coming match. He had confidence and he was sure he had what it takes to win but he knew the fight would be a hard one. The foremen had a strong physique and they matched each other in height. Plus the man has gone undefeated for months and has bested every other cowboy on the ranch and these men was by on means weak. Hell some of them had ten pounds of hard muscles on Ewing himself. If the Boss could easily subdue them, Ewing knew this match was going to be tough. But the young stallion smiled inwardly. He was quick and fast and knew how to use his body at getting what he wanted. And what he wanted was that older, sexy man on all fours, whaling and whimpering, as he plowed the old timer from behind to the encouragement of his fellow cowboys.

Just then the foremen made his appearance. He was greeted with how do's and slaps on his back. The cowboys really did have respect for their boss and they knew the feeling was mutual as Cartwright was handed a beer to jugged down. Cartwright couldn't help but get the sense that a mood was setting about. A man rarely intimidated, and he wasn't now, but from the body language of his men and hard stares from their eyes, Cartwright got the unmistakable feeling at being a trap prey as vultures circled about him ready to attack.

Before getting down to the business at hand, Cartwright laid out the working schedule for the following week. The cowboys made a mental note of their responsibility as the foremen moved around them talking and drinking with the unmistakable authority he had long achieved among them.

Cartwright couldn't help noticing how none of them was watching him in the face but staring at his ass. He could feel his cock harden a little with those feverish eyes on him. He knew he was wanted, desired. If possible every one of them would gladly tear his jeans off and get at him. But if they wanted it they would have to fight to win it and so far none of them met the challenge.

'Okay fellas,' Cartwright pronounced wiping the beer from his lips with the back of hand as he tossed the empty bottle in the trash. 'Now that the schedule is outta the way, which one of ya is gonna wrestle me tonight?'

It was then the cowboys parted ways in order for Ewing to walk up to face the foremen.

'I guess that wrestler would be me, Boss,' Ewing flashed a sexy, cocky smile. He was already shirtless and his ripped muscles was glistening in rubbing oil.

'So you got the new one stepping up, huh,' Cartwright smiled confidently. 'Very well. You think you're up to the challenge? I haven't lost a match yet.'

'There's always a first time,' Ewing grinned. 'In fact why don't we make this more interesting. Forget about the boots. Let's do it bone naked. It would give me easier excess at claiming my prize!'

The cowboys surrounding them hooted and shouted. This was definitely a match everyone was looking forward to.

For a brief moment the foremen stared into the newcomer's sparkling blue eyes. He saw fire in them mixed with lust and determination. For the first time in all these matches Cartwright felt a tangle in his ass. He liked the feeling.

'Alright, let's do it!'

The place was jam-packed with sweating, horny cowboys as the two sexy competitors launched themselves into the match. Their naked bulging muscles glistened in rubbing oil and their respective humongous cock were steely hard pointing straight ahead from their bodies like deadly swords. Some of the men surrounding them were smoking on thick cigars, while everybody was swilling down whiskey and cold beer. The men were howling at the top of their lusty lungs as all of them had their jeans unzipped whacking off their hot, thick babymakers.

They cheered and jeered as the two buck-naked studs grappled on top of the battered, well-used, cum-soaked mat. The two funky men started going at it like mad dogs. The bunkhouse always held heat, and before then truly got started, hot steaming sweat slid off their straining oil-drenched muscles as they wrestled in the harsh light cast by a naked bulb swinging from the rafters on a frayed three-foot-long cord.

'Get him Ewing!' the cowboys yelled. 'Get his ass!'

Cartwright's strong face grimaced in pain and lust as Ewing finally, after long difficult maneuvering, grabbed the foremen and took the lead. Cartwright's brown eyes were burning into Ewing's masterful glare. The younger man thickly veined cock jabbed deeply into the foremen's solid abs. Ewing's pre-cum-dripping monster dong sliced under Cartwright's low-swinging, sweat-drenched bull-nuts. The muscles of both studs strained to the max as each tried to topple the other to the mat.

A thick haze of blue-gray smoke floated over the sweating crowd of now half naked, lusty men. Ten and twenty dollar bills were tossed into a cowboy's hat as the men place bets on their favorite stud to win this sex-driven wrestling match. All of them wanted Ewing to be the victor but they all knew just how powerful an opponent the foremen was and if money was going to be made some of them decided to bet on the safer side.

'YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!' A mighty, thundering roar went up among the cowboys.

Ewing had twisted one of Cartwright's muscular arms behind his back. He flung the older cowboy onto the stinking, cum-splattered mat. In a flash the victorious cowboy scrambled over Cartwright, pinning the stud between his thick, sweaty thighs. The raunchy, sweat-soaked men were howling wildly. They jumped up and down like happy gorillas as they worked their sweaty fists over their lust-bloated cocks in a fuck-mad frenzy. 'Fuck him Ewing!' They screamed. 'FUCK HIM!!'

The foremen's mind went blank. He couldn't believe what was happening. He was pinned down hard and couldn't move. He was totally trapped and what's more he was loving it. The thought raged through him like a man possessed. His eyes shot about the room. He could see his men whacking their enormous cocks enjoying their foremen's supposed 'humiliation' as they kept chanting for Ewing to fuck him.

A seedy thrill washed over Cartwright as he soaked himself in their excitement just as the newcomer's lips came crashing down upon his. It was unexpected at first but the foremen quickly recovered as he gave himself over to the intense, passionate deep-throated kiss. The kiss was so penetratingly hard he nearly lost conscious. His jaw muscles was stretch to its utmost as the tongue of his conqueror crawled down his throat like a cobra snake. The rings of his shithole rang out, opening wide waiting with eagerness for the invasion that was soon to come.

With a lusty loud growl, Ewing released the foremen's lips before squatting over the Boss's upturned face to smother the older cowboy with his beefy, stinking ass. Cartwright gasped for air. He struggled and squirmed on the mat. Ewing gloated with triumph as his admirers yelled with approval as they screamed out, 'Face fuck! Face fuck!.'

'Hear that Boss? The crowd want ya to eat my fuckin' ass. Eat it!'

Ewing grinded his butt over Cartwright's hunching face. The foremen's cock quivered then bolted upright as thick pre-cum oozed from his fat pee-slit, slowly dripping over his fuzzy, cum-churning bull-nuts. Cartwright sucked in his cheeks as his hot tongue popped out of his slobbering mouth to wiggle up Ewing's funky butthole. The foremen's well-toned muscular body shuddered with lust, his strong thighs spread wide apart. His fat, sweaty nuts bounced up and down as his thick dong spasmed while he rimmed Ewing's dark puckered asshole.

'Yeah, unnngh. Fuck, yeah. Eat my ass! Eat it goooood!!'

Ewing bucked and squirmed, firmly impaled on Cartwright's lunging licker. Cartwright grabbed Ewing's buttcheeks and split them apart to drive his drilling tongue all the way up the furry biker's hole.

Ewing flung his mighty head back, arching backward as he fisted his steaming fuck-tool. Rivers of hot sweat poured over his bulging, shuddering muscles. 'Unngh, unngh. Unnnngh, Yow!!!' Ewing's thick bull-cock expanded and jerked, then finally exploded. Thick wads of fizzing jizz blasted from his swinging bull-nuts through his cock and out his spurring piss-slit.

'Nnyyarrgh!!' Cartwright bellowed as he shot spurt after fuck-raging spurt of thick fuck-wads. The hot sperm flashed through the air and mixed with Ewing's burning shower of man-jizz.

'FUCK! FUCK!! FUCK!!!' Ewing screamed hoarsely. His hot man-cock went off like a rifle, spasming wildly over and over as it sprayed hot stinking jets of milky semen over the throng of lusty, sweaty cowboys who was watching the action. They roared and screamed as they shot their own heavy fuck-loads. Huge, hearty gobs of hot spunk blasted from their heavy balls. The hot jizz arced right into the air, splashing down hard on them until every stinking, sweating stud in the shack was smeared and dripping wet with thick, slimy streams of man-fuck.

'YEAH!' howled a self-satisfied Ewing as he climbed off Cartwright's ass-sucking face. The victorious stud picked up the cowboy hat full of money dividing it among the winners, while taking most for himself, and joined the rest for a round well-earned whiskey.

Cartwright laid stretch out on the seedy mat. His strong body was flushed and sweaty. The stench of Ewing's butt covered his face as his own semen was plastered across his heaving mid-section, quickly drying over his contracted abs. The man was exhausted but feeling fine. He had just been bested and instead of feeling humiliated he was more aroused then he felt in years. Hearing his workers hooting and howling, cheering Ewing on as the young bronco took charge of him like an expert horse trainer, had elated Cartwight more then he could possible say. He felt his asshole itching for a major fucking.

Some of the cowboys came over and helped Cartwright off the mat. They slapped his shoulders, smiling toothy salacious grins as they handed their Boss a beer. Cartwright could tell they were eager for round-two of this match. It was no question on how it will turn out. But one thing was certain. Tonight was the tonight they were all waiting for. Their Boss was about to be royally and properly fucked for their own amusement.

'Shee-it! There ya are, ya ol' son of a bitch!' a sweaty and cum-soaked Ewing cried, slapping Cartwright on the back shooting the man a sexy and nasty grin full of lust.

'After what I done to ya I wasn't sure if you would be able to get off the mat,' Ewing smiled.

'There isn't shit you could do to me that I wouldn't be able to handle,' Cartwright shot back amusingly drinking down a much needed swag of beer.

'Well I wasn't the one eating a mouth full ass,' smirked back Ewing. 'And by the way you was woofing it down, your Mamma clearly taught ya how to properly clean your plate.'

There was shouts of laughter from the crowd surrounding the naked twosome and the one laughing the loudest was Cartwright himself.

'So when are we gonna get round-two started? My dick is stretching for some ass,' Ewing stated finishing up his third round of whiskey staring straight at Cartwright. 'From what I understand about the rules, the winner fucks the loser. And I sure haven't lost anything.'

'And who the fuck says you won anything,' Cartwright sneered back. 'We got a one shot deal gonna on. There's no such thing about a 'round two'. You were supposed to collect your winnings before leaving the mat. You missed your chance.'

There was actually some truth to what Cartwright was saying. It was never verbally spoken but it was a natural given that once the loser was subdued the winner immediately claimed their prize right then and there. Of course the foremen was always the winner so that part of the rules was never fully discuss.

'Now hold on partner,' Ewing protested to this unexpected development and the crowd of anxious, horny cowboys was just as quick to join in. 'That doesn't make no kind of sense. You lost far and square and I wanna collect my prize.'

'Well if you wasn't so quick to shot your load you may have gotten it.' Cartwright slammed down his empty beer bottle on the bar. 'Which is something a real man would have been able to control by the way. You shot so fast it was like watching a baby lamb. I heard tell you had stamina, but you sure didn't prove it tonight...boy!'

The foremen could see Ewing was raging with his clenched fists opening and closing. The young wildcat was just insulted in front of a room full of his peers and by his boss no less. His sexual ability had just been called into question and in these parks that was worst then stealing a cowboy's horse.

'Are you saying that I ain't man enough to fuck ya,' Ewing huffed closing the personal space between him and Cartwright. 'Is that what you're trying to say after I just beaten ya on that mat there? Huh? Is that whadyya trying to say?'

Ewing's nostrils was fading, his body visibly shaking with angry adrenaline. Cartwright did a quick undetected glance downward. He witness Ewing's thick ten inches quickly stiffening. It was growing hard by the second and that's exactly what Cartwright was hoping for. He was more then ready for the fucking that was coming to him but he wanted to make sure that Ewing was properly fueled up. Cartwright wanted to be fucked roughly and hard. What better way at making certain of that then to play mind games on the young upset making him believe he wasn't gonna get shit tonight.

'All I'm sayin' is that I don't think you got what it takes to make a real man happy,' Cartwright was all smug and cocky. Reaching out he grabbed hold of Ewing's hard cock twisting and jerking it in his large callous hand. Jizz oozed from the pee slit smearing the rancher's fingers. 'The good Lord may have awarded ya with a horsecock but doesn't mean you know how to use it.'

'Well these boys surrounding us sure thinks other wise,' Ewing roughly argued. 'None of them every complained!'

'Boys,' the foremen sucked his teeth. 'You're talking about wet behind the ears boys like yourself. As long as any of ya gone something shoved up your asses, y'all open themselves up like a cheap ten cent whore. Fucking boys is easy. Hell it's not even a real challenge.'

Cartwright knew these words was hitting at the core of not only Ewing but all the cowboys surrounding them. He just implied and insulted all their supposed non-sexual abilities. The heat, sweat and collective musk coming from them was lit with anger. Cartwright was getting them all revved up and he like it as a wolfish grin spread across his roguish face.

He reached over behind Ewing's back and with two large fingers inserted them into the man's ass and began pumping them in and out of Ewing's hole. The idea of being savagely fucked by this wildcatter in front of all these horny maniacs he was purposely making angry was turning Cartwright on - BIG TIME!! But he played it cool and easy. The more display of arrogance he showed he knew instinctively the more raunchier the fucking!

'Maybe I should do the fucking,' Cartwright lewdly suggested. 'I can show you boys once again how a real man properly fucks instead of some pretender you've gotten too big for his branches.'

Ewing slapped Cartwright's fingers outta his ass rather violently. His sparkling blue eyes was now blood red with lustful rage. Both men just stared long and hard at one another. Neither one giving way; both determined to win over the other.

The listening crowd surrounding them growled impatiently, their horny faces flushed hot with anger and excitement. The fever in their belly made it clear they wanted a fucking.

'Take your pick, stud!' Ewing hooted. 'You can either wrestle me again and take the fucking you deserve or take on every last sweatin', stinkin' guy in the place!'

Ewing and the rest had Cartwright cornered now. He felt the wild, macho heat burning inside their muscular bodies, cocks, and balls. No siree was they gonna pass this up. Cartwright felt his ass muscles open up wide with eagerness, his insides was bursting with excitement!

'You sure you got what it takes to fuck a real man, boy?'

'You damn fucking right I got what it takes!' Ewing shouted back hard.

'We got ourselves another match boys!' Cartwright shouted as the announcement was greeted with yells and cheers. One of the ranch hands produce the large of pail of Crisco used for such an occasion shouting, 'Okay studs. Lube up!' As both men lubed ourselves Cartwright couldn't help but notice how Ewing solely focus on his mammoth horse dick while the stud himself focus solely on his ass. Both knew how the match was gonna end up!

'Okay, studs,' Ewing growled, slapping Cartwright sweaty, meaty ass. 'You're about to watch a young stallion properly fuck an old worn-out workhorse!'

The sweaty crowd broke out laughing as they crowded around the cum-stained mat once again. As the two men resumed wrestling, the men howled at them, shouting for Ewing to fuck the Boss hard. Thick, lusty drops of precum sputtered from their thick, veiny dicks. Cartwright was able to outmaneuver Ewing several times much to the frustration from the man as well as the crowd. Cartwright wanted this something fierce but the macho man in him still refused at making things easy for the youngster. Soon Ewing was launching into his quicksilver, lightning moves. He lunged at Cartwright, catching him fast in a face-crushing headlock.

Ewing mashed the foremen's sweaty face into his raunchy, man-stinking armpit. The powerful wet, musky stench rushed up the man's nose. It turned Cartwright on, making his thick eleven inches quiver and shake. His cum-bloated balls bounced around his nut sac.

'Yeah, ya fucker!' Ewing hissed. 'Ya like that fuckin' man-stink don'tcha? Lap it up, stud! Lick my pits!'

Cartwright licker came flying out of his mouth. He swirled it along Ewing's musky, sweat-dripping armpit hairs. The hairs scratched the foremen's face and wrapped around his flickering tongue. Ewing's funky stink rushed up his wide-open nostrils, sending hot tears streaming down the man's sweaty, suffocating face.

Ewing held the man fast in a powerful belly-to-belly bear hug. Their over large cocks sputtered hard and long, thrusting upward, trapped between their sweat-drenched, hard-muscled abs. Precum drooled from their slits, flowing in one long, sputtering drizzle onto the mat. The young cowboy stud forced his slobbering tongue between the Boss's lips and mashed his lusty thick licker inside. The older stud grunted and groaned, eagerly swapping hot macho spit with Ewing until it frothed and bubbled down the corners of their gaping, gasping mouths.

Fisting their dripping cocks, the studs surrounding the wrestlers roared with delight at their boss 'predicament.' They listened with feverish enjoyment as their Boss yelped and squirmed, while trapped in Ewing's powerful grip. Ewing dug his thick, fingers into Cartwright's sweating haunches. He twisted and slapped the man's hot, powerful stud-melons, then peeled Cartwright's buns wide apart with his thick thumbs.

'Yeeahh!' Ewing howled fiercely. His savage face was contorted with macho lust.

'Gonna fuck ya, good!' he growled at Cartwright. 'Gonna fill your hot stinkin' shithole full of bull-cock.' Then with the strength of a mountain lion he hoisted the foremen up in his arms. The top of his fat, sputtering rod rubbed against Cartwright's fiery bunghole.

'Awww! Goddamnnn! Fuuuuck!!' Cartwright bellowed as the burly, young stud rammed his steely bull-meat all the fucking way up his ass. The collection of studs surrounding them raised holy hell. They screamed and howled like banshees as Ewing started man-fucking the living daylights out of their Boss.

Cartwright wrapped his strong legs around Ewing's waist, and his arms flew around Ewing's thick, vein-corded bull-neck as the young stud hungrily slammed into the man. The fucker chewed on Cartwright's sweat-soaked nipples, slobbering over the man's huge slabs of hard, hot muscle. Cartwright eyes rolled back in his sockets, his drooling tongue flopping out of his mouth as his cock-hungry butthole sucked and squeezed around Ewing's plowing pile-driver fuck-meat.

'Aaaah, fuck me! FUCK ME STUD!' the man howled.

Some of the men were already shooting off their thick loads. Their pee-slits opened wide, and out flew thick, stinking blasts of jizz that splattered on the wrestlers bodies and drenched their lust-tangled bods.

'Yeah, stud,' Ewing grunted. 'Urrrggh, Urrrggh, Fuck, Fuck, FUCK!! I'm fuckin' your ass good cowboy. I fuckin' your stinking ass like a real man could!' Ewing's boulder-like muscles rippled and bulged as his steel butt heaved and bucked back and forth shoving his cock deeper inside Cartwright's increasingly widening funk-dripping butthole. His mouth yawned open. 'Gonna shoot! Gonna fuckin' shoot!!'

Ewing blazing eyes bulged, and his hot mouth dropped wide open. His slobbering tongue flopped out of his drooling mouth as he power-fucked his dick up Cartwright's burning, aching ass.

'AAAAARRRGGH!!' Ewing slammed forward one last time. He buried his cock to the root as his hairy balls smashed against the foremen's. Big scalding cum spurts pumped up Cartwright's jizz-scorched hole. The burning cum sprayed from Ewing's stud-nuts, filling Cartwright's ass with hot cowboy spunk. The Boss squirmed and heaved, his hot asshole squeezing tight around the thick root of Ewing's cock to suck every last drop of hot cum from the man's fat balls.

'YES! HOLY FUUUCCKK! UHHH! SHEE-IT!! AWWW-AWWWW!!' The old timer screamed. His cock swelled up and exploded. Thick jets of semen hurtled between his and Ewing's jizz-soaked bodies. Cum shot out like a fuckin' geyser, spraying hot man-fuck everywhere. The men roared and screamed, shooting their heavy pent-up wads until every last stinking stud had emptied his hairy nuts and was drenched in a stinking, gushing sea of cum.

The studs were hot for Cartwright's sweet, juicy ass now! Wild, lusty grins broke out across their faces. Their bloated cocks quivered, and their feisty, cum-swollen balls rumbled as they came toward the two wrestlers.

Ewing released Cartwright from his grip making him flop hard onto the mat. As the boss laid sprawled on the spunk-soaked mat, drenched in an ocean of sweaty man-fuck, a few studs scrambled over him, pawing his ass, grabbing at his nuts. But several others pushed them back. One by one the studs came up and forming a line. Anxiously they fisted their cocks back to hardness, waiting for their turn to plug Cartwright's arching, eager butthole and cock-thirsty mouth.

These hungry, savage studs wasted no time breaking Cartwright in. At first, the experience rancher was a little overwhelmed but it wasn't long before he got into the groove. But Cartwright wasn't the only enjoying this parade of pleasurable debauchery. Too eager to wait their turn some of the randy cowboys grabbed hold of Ewing and began feasting themselves on him. Ewing was more then happy to serve.

Pandemonium broke out. Every man in the room was demonstrating an insatiable thirst to be used and devoured by each and every one of the studs who was all sporting a monster cock. The shack was pure chaos as hungry dogs plumped up by adrenaline began clawing and tearing at each other's heated flesh.

Cowboys in an unbroken succession were going after each other one, two, three at a time! There was a floating sea of hard, sweaty muscles and stiff dicks oozing milky jizz as the fucking took on a lunatic mentality as every man demonstrated an unending insatiable thirst at impaling or being impaled as often as possible. Massive cocks rammed up hungry asses, mammoth cocks jammed down wide opened throats, hot sensuous mouths chewed and ate deep inside filthy, dirty drenched, cum-filled ass holes.

Cum flowed uncontrollably as cowboys rapidly passed themselves onto the next hard dick from to dick to dick to dick to dick to dick to dick to dick to dick to dick to dick to dick to dick to dick to dick to dick to dick to dick to dick until daybreak broke out the next morning.

Cartwright walked out of the shack in the morning light with only the slightest limp. Smoking a rolled-up cigarette his musky naked body was drenching in dry-up cum. Proud and satisfied he began humming a simple tune. He couldn't recall the numerous asses he fucked and how many times he was mounted. One thing was certain. He was swimming in pride. Despite his age he was more then capable at keeping up with those rambunctious young studs. Looking inside the shack he grinned broadly as he left several studs stretched out on the cum-drenched floor heaving, exhausted and extremely well spent.

It was at that moment he witness Ewing emerging from the shack. Like the foremen the newcomer was plastered with cum cracking and drying over every square of his hard body. He was somewhat exhausted and limped a bit but he was still more virile and ready for action then many of the others who were currently dead to the world in sleep.

Walking straight up to the foremen, Ewing manly took Cartwright in his arms, and jammed his tongue deep in the man's mouth. Cartwright didn't protest as he matched the kiss with the same intensity, dropping the use up cigarette on the ground, grinding his spent cock up against Ewing quickly hardening one.

'Lost ya over the night,' Ewing growled softly. 'I was hoping to fuck ya again before the morning sun.'

'I thought you had enough after your third go around.' Cartwright was chewing hungrily on Ewing bottom lip. In the maze of men he knew he has banged Twist at least twice and dumped a barrel full of cum in the guy's mouth but he was hoping for more himself. Of all those cowboys there was no question Cartwright had come to enjoy Ewing the most and he could already sense his asshole humming for another go around.

'Can't get enough of that ass, Boss,' Ewing proclaim giving the left bun a hard whack. 'Especially after proving I'm more then enough man to fuck that sweet thing.'

Cartwright laughed. 'Yeah I guess you did...as well as all the others. You boys fucked the holy shit outta me! I can't recall the last time I enjoyed myself at an orgy. You youngsters sure know how to keep an old timer happy.'

'Aimed to please,' Ewing slurped some of the spit from Cartwright's mouth sucking it into his own. 'In fact I'm still up for some more pleasing, privately, up at ya house. Like to have ya all to myself. That is if ya up to it?'

'Trying to imply I can't keep up?'

'I don't know. Guess we'll hafta find out.'

Never one to back out of a challenge Cartwright lead Ewing back to his ranch house. But the time they reached the bed, Cartwright grabbed Ewing in his arms. In vain Ewing fought to free himself, but the foremen was determined. Ewing couldn't avoid the foremen's brute strength and hard kisses. Suddenly all resistance stopped and Ewing let the man do what he wanted. He took Cartwright's big cock in his hand fondling it to quick hardness.

'Yeah,' Cartwright growled between feverish kisses. 'Stroke it hard boy so I can fuck the shit outta ya with it! C'mon. Suck it!'

Ewing hurriedly knelt in front of Cartwright and fervently kissed the man's beefy cock. He took the big bloated knob in his mouth and began sucking hard on the beast. The man stood firmly watching enthralled as Ewing ate his meat more and more ravenously.

Cartwright struggled against cumming, but Ewing was determined to get what he wanted. Soon the thick creamy milk came in sight from the corner's of Ewing's mouth. It was so plentiful that it flowed all over his face and stained his heaving chest and it all still just pre-cum! Ewing was in a trance as he sucked and licked the swarthy monster until it glistened like a stance.

Cartwright couldn't take it any later. Grabbing Ewing roughly, the old timer threw the young roughneck on his bed slamming his body hard on top of rugged cowboy missionary style, embracing him tight, as he impaled Ewing's ass with his sturdy cock. Ewing shook violently as the thick cock glided inside him and howled in ecstasy when the big brute stick hit his pleasure spot.

Cartwright fucked the wildcatter so profoundly and so thoroughly the fixed haunches of the bed that Cartwright patched up from the last time he had this randy cowboy in the sack began cracking yet again. By the time the foremen exploded sweat was running off their bodies like water from a rank swamp. The foul liquid dripped in their eyes and the raw stench coming off their collective bodies heightened their arousal, leaving them spent, delirious and falling fast in a deep, hard sleep.

After sleeping through the morning and into the early afternoon, and eating some grub after finally waking up, the two cowboys spent the rest of the afternoon fucking and roughhousing mostly undisturbed while the other cowboys of the Doberman Ranch took the opportunity for a much needed rest as they slept out until late afternoon. That's when they came knocking on Cartwright's door. They knew what was going on inside the ranch house and they wanted to share in the fun. But the foremen kept his door tightly shut, yelling out to them to satisfy their own needs with each other. Seeing how they won't be getting in, the boys took their boss advise, taking themselves back to the bunkhouse and enthusiastically fucked each other which could be heard all the way up to the main house.

'You're gonna hafta do something about those boys, Boss,' Ewing noted as he laid back against the headboard of the bed taking a long drag from his smoke. 'Now that they've finally had a taste of that ass of yours, they're gonna be greedy for more and I ain't a man who likes to share.'

'Don't like sharing, huh,' Cartwright huffed drinking from a whiskey bottle. 'And who are you to dictate?'

'I'm just sayin' that all the hands who plowed your ass I was the best and we both damn well know it! That shit belongs to me!'

Cartwright couldn't help smiling to himself because he knew Ewing spoke the truth. No cowboy, not even in his younger days, had popped his cherry as well as this upstart dark-haired roughneck. After thinking on it the foremen came up with a plan.

'A'right I'll make a bargain with ya.'

'Listenin'.'

'I ain't givin' up no ass. I've come to enjoy fucking my field hands as often as any man would, and something tells me, you feel the same.'

Ewing nodded in total agreement taking the last drag of his smoke crushing it in the ashtray on the night table as he reached over and took the bottle out of Cartwright's hand drinking a long gulp. 'You got that right. Got myself a couple of favorites and I ain't got no plans on giving them up.'

'Exactly. So here's the deal,' the foremen continued. 'As long as you stay on this ranch, no man will fuck my ass except for you and the same implies to you. That butt hole of yours belongs to me as much as mines belongs to you. Deal?'

Ewing thought on it but was quick to ask a question. 'What about the Saturday Night matches?'

'Same as before. Nothing changes. I'll wrestle the chosen one and when I win I'll fuck them.'

'And if they win?'

'You know the rules. They'll get to bang me.'

'And who says you won't purposely lose.'

The foremen smirked to that and grinned over at Ewing. 'You're just gonna have to trust me on that. In these parks I'm known to be an honorable man. My words are my law.'

Ewing couldn't deny that. Cartwright's reputation as a righteous man was well known. He promise whether in work or in pleasure was as good as gold. And if you didn't have faith in a man's word, what good a man were you?

'A'right,' Ewing said reaching his hand out to Cartwright. 'It's a deal.' Their callous hands clasped hard and roughly as they shook sealing over the bargain. 'The cowboys won't be happy when they hear about this deal.'

'Yeah for awhile you'll probably be very unpopular around here,' Cartwright said taking another drink from the bottle. 'But you got that charm about ya. I'm sure it won't be long before ya seducing them again.'

'You got that right partner,' Ewing said smiling confidently as he pulled himself outta bed walking out of the room to take himself a pee. 'And I'm sure those cowboys are only gonna increase their fighting skills to get you down on that mat when they learn I'm the only one allowed to fuck ya,' he yelled he walked outta the cabin towards the outhouse. 'They're gonna be trying to win those matches like never before.'

Cartwright laid back in the bed, folding his huge arms in the back of his head and smiled mischievously to himself thinking on those last words of Ewing.

'Yeah,' the foremen said to himself. 'Don't I know it!'

-END-

 

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