Chaps Are a Cowboy’s Signature

The modern cowboy doesn’t ride a horse anymore, at least not in the woods where Jed and Bill live. They ride a utility vehicle fitted for work and play in the outdoors. The best one is by far the Kawasaki Brute Force 750 EPS. The label Brute Force also describes Jed and Bill, two well-hung hunks, two horny lovers. Bill is more the leader, the Top; Jed adores to please as a Bottom. They’ve been together for eleven years, and have always tested HIV negative.

Jed is 33-years-old, measures 5 feet 9 inches, weighs 181 pounds and sports an 8-inch-thick cut dick. His arms and shoulders are tattooed. His nipples are pierced. He likes to wear black chaps and boots, plus a straw hat. Bill is 35-years-old, measures 5 feet 10 inches, weighs 186 pounds and proudly exhibits his thick cut cock close to 9 inches. His beard is full and short. His chest and armpits are hairy. He likes to wear brown chaps with fringes, boots and cowboy hat. They both have a wide yummy plummy ass that gets worshiped just about every day.

The term “chaps” refers to the garment first worn by Mexican cowboys for protection on their legs. The word comes from the Spanish “chaparro”, which designates the leggings and the belt buckled on over trousers, often denim jeans. They have neither a seat nor a crotch, and are usually fitted around the hips, resting below the belt loops of the trousers. Most chaps are made from cowhide that is tanned and dyed, making the leather supple and allowing for easier movement.

Originally, the leather on the chaps had a slightly sticky effect on saddle leather and was better than ordinary trousers at helping keep riders in their seat. The leather keeps the rider from getting wet when it rains or snows. The initial purpose of the fringe on chaps was to let raindrops roll off the rider’s leg. Now, fringes are more a decoration. Over time, as men stopped riding horses in favour of motor vehicles, chaps started to become a wardrobe fixture for anyone looking to broadcast a message of shameless sexual liberation.

Today the sun is shining bright on Jed and Bill’s Wisconsin forest patch. That state has 35 million acres of land, 16 million of which are forested; 52% of the territory is privately owned. Our two cowboys have taken the day off. Whether they work or simply have fun, the breakfast is the same: orange juice, two eggs sunny side up, three sausages, four strips of bacon, toasts, black coffee and cream from… each other’s cock. Once they have burped loudly, roughly wiped their lips, and slapped each other’s butt, the most handsome Wisconsin cowboy couple straddles the Kawasaki Brute Force, wearing only boots, chaps and hat. As they ride down a rugged path, you can admire the driver’s erect cock and the passenger’s wide ass with a furry crack. Fuck! I’m already getting horny just writing this. Hope you are too.

Bill and Jed have now reached a narrow trail bordered by Black, Norway, Red and Sugar maple trees at the peak of their color foliage: yellow, orange, red, brown and gold. As they disembark for a short walk, Bill kisses Jed with such passion that you would think he’s tongue-fucking his lover’s handsome face. Without notice, he then pulls Jed by the cock, which makes him get harder at each step. As Bill feels the wetness of precum, he kneels down to suck off his partner. The cut mushroom always makes him salivate. He inserts the tip of his tongue in the rod’s slit, spits on and massages the shaft, making Jed crying with pleasure like a boy masturbating for the first time.

Seeing them walk back to their Kawasaki Brute Force in chaps is so erotic. Whether black or brown, the leather highlights the power of their thick dicks and bewitched arses. Once they get to the vehicle, Jed positions himself to offer his yummy hole. No, he doesn’t want to get fucked, not yet at least. His butt is begging to be eaten according to a ritual established years ago. First, caresses and kisses on all curves; then a nose-dip to inhale the most masculine aroma in the world. This is followed by an aggressive bite into each hemisphere, triggering a pleasurable pain.

“Don’t forget to tickle my crack and hole with your beard, honey.”

“I’m not there yet, babe. I have to spank you. You’ve been naughty, refusing me to fuck you three times in a row last night. You now that 3 is my lucky number. You will have to pay and take three firm blows.”

A note here to say that Bill was very much in heat last night. He had been absent for a few days, driving to the nearby city to get a bank loan for renovations in the main barn and for a visit to his younger sister always interested in the love-life of her brother. He had picked up a hitchhiker going and coming back. Both guys had eagerly responded to the firm hand of the driver on their thigh and crotch. Bill had pulled off on the side of the highway to suck juicy medium size cocks, one cut and one uncut.

The third spank has just been administered. Jed now feels a well-trimmed beard tantalizing his crack and his hole. When Bill’s tongue starts to lick the virile offering and twist its way as far as possible, Jed exhilarates. He enters a sort of trance, he floats on a cloud, he begs his partner not to stop eating his ass. Don’t worry, Bill intends to make the pleasure last for a long time. He feels like a child sucking on a caramel. Jed’s anus is a succulent rosebud, and Bill continues his choreography by kissing his lover on the anus and on the lips, back and forth. Wow! Is there something tastier than kissing-rimming non stop? Well, snowballing is also fuckin mouth-watering!

Now that Jed’s hole is naturally lubed, Bill can pound him like a stallion. They both insist in having raw sex, like animals. Since they only fuck each other, condoms have no place on their dick. They kiss, lick, suck and rim the odd employee, teenagers from the 4-H Club, sissy nephews at Christmas, and any hot hitchhiker as we have seen. Jed watches Bill spitting on his thick 9-inch joystick; he loves to admire a damn fine cock all dressed up and ready to shove into his begging ass. With no preliminaries, Bill starts to pounder vigorously, slapping his hat on the hips of his better half, yelling loudly “Feel the strength of my fuckin hard bazooka! Prepare for a full load of man juice!” While Bill keeps on fucking, Jed grabs his own dick and masturbates at the same rhythm. They are now both trembling, on the verge of a full orgasm. They explode and cry out simultaneously I ADORE YOU SWEETHEART!

Wearing chaps is Bill and Jed’s sexual signature. The leather framing their ass not only makes them feel virile, it triggers an urge to be fucked rough and tough. A man’s rock-hard cock openely in view and pointing out of leather leggings, free to swing left and right, the balls and the hairy bush in full display, all of this has the power to add at least half an inch to an already gifted monster shaft. Bill and Jed love to stand face to face in their chaps, waving their full-blown cocks like swords in a fencing match. They get closer, grab each other’s ass and start kissing. Jed is an expert in French kissing; his tongue feels like a dick tickling Bill’s throat. Chaps absorb the male sweat and provide an aroma that intoxicates Bill and Jed better than poppers. They adore sniffing each other’s leather gear in a 69, and getting naturally high. Fuck! I’m getting a hard-on just writing this. Hope you have the same reaction.