A Cowboy's Tale

Greetings,

My name is Alex and I am a cowboy. I am 27 years old, and stand 5 feet and 11 inches. Being a cowboy is in my blood. I grew up on a small ranch in Wyoming. While I am fairly muscular, it’s from hard work on my family’s ranch. I think I’m good looking. At least the girls in high school thought so.

After graduating from high school, like any curious teenager, I wanted to see more of the world. But I didn’t have sufficient qualifications to get a decent job in the city. Besides, I didn’t want to live in a city.

Through the grapevine I heard that a fairly large ranch, 25 miles from mine, was hiring cowboys. I borrowed my dad’s car and went there for an interview.

The owner, a man about 50 years old, was expanding his business. He liked me, and I liked him. He hired me, at a beginning salary of $15 per hour for a 15-hour day. I was to have one day off per week. I was quite satisfied with this amount. I could quickly save enough money to buy a car. The owner showed me the modest bunk house. It was designed for a smaller number of cowboys, so the space was pretty tight. There were already 14 cowboys there. The bunk house’s shower area has only five shower heads, thus 2 guys have to take a bath together. [??!!] There were very small lockers to store one’s clothes and other personal items.

I drove back home to tell my parents that I got the job and would start the following day. I packed a small suitcase, and my dad drove me to my new job the next morning.

I was introduced to the other cowboys, who range in age from their late 20s to their early 30s. Who ever invented the expression “lonely cowboy” was mistaken. How could I get lonely surrounded by a wide assortment of personality types, most of them friendly. Perhaps some get lonely without female companionship.

But there was one guy in his mid-40s, overweight, and hostile. He kept to himself because he didn’t want to interact with the other cowboys. The cowboys decided that he is full of demons, which means he has a lot of inner conflicts. He is odd (queer in the traditional sense). So I gave him the nickname of queer demon [just teasing the manager of this site]. I was assigned my own horse, and quickly made friends with him.

With so many sex-starved guys, there is a lot of hanky-panky. Everyone knows about it, but no one gossips. But I don’t think any of them are gay. However, the ranch owner’s 21 year old son sucks half of the cowboys in the horse stable and keeps them drained dry. I’ve heard that he is a great cocksucker, but some reason, I’m not interested in having him suck my dick.

I took a liking to one of the cowboys, named Mike, and he liked me. We asked the owner if we two could pair off while tending the cattle, and he accepted. We were luckily assigned to a remote part of the ranch where we could be alone. Like with any adult males, the subject of sex came up. Mike had a girlfriend in high school, but he lost contact with her. I had to admit that that I never had a girlfriend.

One day Mike said, “I’m so fucking horny. Would you mind if jerk off?”

I answered, “In fact, I’ll join you.” We took out our dicks, naturally comparing each other’s size. We jerked off we shot our loads. I kinda enjoyed it.

“Wow,” I said, “I really needed that.”

“Me too,” Mike responded.

A couple of days later, we repeated the performance. Mike surprised me by saying, “Let me jerk you off.”

“Of course,” I told him. “No problem. I’ll even return the favor.” We both came at the same time, and Mike looked at me with satisfaction.

Mike asked me if I had ever gotten a blowjob. I told him no. But he said that that a guy in his high school sucked him a couple of times.

“It’s great, man. You should try it.”

“How?” I asked. I don’t like the owner’s faggot son.”

“We’ll see what develops,” Mike said mysteriously.

Mike had a beat-up old car, and he would take me into town once and a while. We both opened up checking and savings accounts at the bank, and began to pile up money.

One day, when we were from any other cowboys, Mike shocked me by announcing, “I’d like to try to suck your dick.”

I stuttered a bit, but replied, “Help yourself,” as I took out my dick. He then fell to his knees.

“Wow,” I exclaimed, “This is better than I imagined.” I suspected that this was not his first time.

When I came, Mike asked, “Why don’t you try it on me too?”

“No way, man!” I almost shouted angrily. But later I began to think about the idea. I don’t know why. It was probably because I had respect for Mike, and didn’t want him to feel cheated.

After a few weeks I began to seriously consider sucking Mike’s dick. I finally summoned up enough courage to do it. One day in the far “outback” I told Mike, “Well, I’m ready to try to do for you what you did for me.”

Mike looked pleased and unzipped his pants. I tried to go down on him a couple of times, but I gagged and had to stop. I apologized, but he said, “No problem. There’s always a first time.” Then he jerked off until he shot his load on the ground.

As we were returning to the bunk house I felt guilty. “I’m not gay. Why did I do that?” I asked myself. But a little bell tinkled in my brain, giving hints that it wasn’t so awful. I had the Devil on one shoulder and a good angel on the other. The Devil won the contest, and I went on to suck off Mike several times, becoming more experienced as I went along.

Mike and I began to discuss our future plans. We both wanted to buy a ranch. I boldly suggested that we buy one jointly, and he liked the idea. We arranged with our ranch owner to give us both the same day off during the week and we started going into town. We would search the local newspaper for ranches, and visited a real estate broker.

We found a small ranch of 3,500 acres, and decided to buy it. Our bank savings was the down payment, and the rest was financed, with the ranch itself as guarantee. The ranch we chose had a dilapidated old house that evidently hadn’t been occupied in years, and needed a lot of work. But we were up to the challenge.

After the closing, we quit our jobs at the big ranch, much to the owner’s chagrin. We moved into our “new” house with just a used bed we bought, and some essential kitchen utensils. For the time being we piled up logs outside to cook. We were happy.

We began to buy cattle, on credit, gradually buying furniture also on credit, and settled into a comfortable routine. We sleep together, and do our thing in bed. We’ve been here two years now, and will live together until we find girlfriends.

[girlfriends?? Doesn’t sound plausible. Thanks for reading. MM]