Homo on the Ranch

Butch, 43, is a closeted rancher; his cattleman Hank, 26, is a Jockstrap cowboy, a slang word to designate an openly gay cowboy. Texas, USA, is the cowboy capital of the world, but Butch and Hank live in Wyoming, popularly know as the Cowboy State, a place where men offer a warm greeting and lend a helping hand. Two cowboys masturbating each other is what I call a warm helping hand.

The ranch owned by Butch is situated in Big Horn and covers 2, 471 acres (1 hectare). The Bighorn Mountains, a sister range of the Rocky Mountains, dominate the area. The population, mainly cowboys, is just under 400, compared to 42,500 cattle heads. Wyoming’s symbol is the bucking bronco. American novelist Ernest Hemingway wrote much of his best work in Wyoming.

In public, Butch makes homophobic remarks about wang-wranglers, another slang word for gay cowboys. He doesn’t want to be seen has “batting for the other team”. In private, he is a real slut who can not get enough of a man worshipping his ass. As a cowhand, Hank accompanies Butch all day long: in his home, in the barns and in the fields. On horse or on foot, the rancher insists that is cowhand stays behind him, focusing on his ass. As soon as Butch pauses, he wants to feel Hank sniffing the denim-wrapped booty. “Bury your fucking nose to smell the sweat and the fart aroma, my sweet jockstrap cowboy.”   

When Butch has hop juice in a saloon (beer in a bar), he likes to feel Hank’s hand discretely caressing his butt cheeks. He makes loud antigay remarks to be part of the boy’s club, but he can’t wait to get home and feel the young bronco tongue-twisting his way inside the master’s starving shit hole. Butch and Hank are not lovers, but the rancher has sex only with his devoted young cattleman. According to a prestigious source like Urban Dictionary, there’s a cowboy hat rule that goes like this: If a man takes a guy’s cowboy hat and puts it on his head, then he is supposed to “ride the cowboy”, which means have sex with him. When commenting pics of a cowboy riding a horse on a Facebook page, I often write: “Save a horse, ride a cowboy!”

Butch and Hank both got their hats from the Custom Cowboy Shop in Cody, Wyoming. Butch wears the Trigger 2X low Cheyenne broad-brimmed hat with a silver buckle that announces his ambitious whereabouts. Hank prefers the Seneca 4X hat made of buffalo fur felt and featuring a pinch front crown. Today, the rancher has spent almost nine hours branding purebred cattle to confirm his ownership. The spot chosen is behind the hip, so not to decrease the leather value of the hide. To prove his loyalty to Butch, Hank has the brand of the ranch emblazoned on his leather jacket; that practice is called “Ride for the Brand”. After this exhausting work, the rancher is all sweaty. He doesn’t head for a shower but rather stands 99% naked in the arch entrance of the ranch. His boots serve as a solid foundation. Hank gets the message. He removes his Seneca 4X hat and embarks into an arousing job:  licking his master clean.

The armpits’ smell intoxicates him, and the tongue lashing in the hairy pits gives a hard-on to Butch. He then moves on to suck the nipples, triggering moans of pleasure and cries of encouragement: “Nothing better than a faggot’s tongue on a macho man’s body! But that’s just an appetizer, jockstrap boy. Head further down.” Hank buries his face in the rancher’ crotch; he licks and swallows the balls, almost chewing the two lemons, then releases them spick and span. Time now to tackle Butch’s thick stiff rod. He sucks his master without making him cum because the boss has his choses moment to explode. Armpits, nipples, balls, dick…, the ass is next. The sweaty hairy crack is a pure delight. After having sniffed it voluptuously, he licks the pungent and tasty sweat, biting his master’s butt cheeks like they were a ripe peach. “Stick your angel tongue in my devil’s hole, and star jerking me off, you hot wang-wrangler!” In no time, Butch’s boots are covered with ropes of white gold. “You also get to lick that, my slave cowboy: it’s your creamy dessert!”

Boss and employee seldom kiss, because Butch finds it too girlish and out of sync with his macho name. On the other hand, since he has frequently seen bulls display male-male mounts, Butch doesn’t mind penetrating Hank. When he engages in ass-fucking, he prefers to show his “buller syndrome” in the barn, bareback in a haystack. The surrounding aroma of bulls, horse sweat and manure triggers a thick hard-on. Hank’s fuck chute is very tight and that excites the rancher. He sees it as a challenge, like in a rodeo where the strength of a cowboy dominates a calf. While shoving his rod in and out of Hank’s pooper, Butch does not hesitate to use his horse whip alternately on the right and left thigh; he also rubs the riding crop on Hank’s balls. The scene is set for a loud climax:

“Holy Fuck, Hank, you’re giving me a hog-killin’ time (a real good time)”

“Don’t stop, Butch, dig in further deep in my manure trunk!”

“Prepare yourself for a dynamite explosion.”

“Flood my fuck chute like a volcano, get it chock-full.”

“I’m cumming, I’m fuckin close to inseminating you like a raging bull.”

“I feel your power; your domination is a dream come true!”

Brewster Higley wrote the poem Home on the Range; this classic cowboy song is sometimes called the “unofficial anthem” of the American West. Butch and Hank just wrote Homo on the Ranch, the official anthem of their Garden of Eden.

When the inseparable cowboys spend the night together, in front of the fireplace, Butch doesn’t wear a pyjama; he dresses for the occasion: no regular clothes, just his Trigger 2X hat, a pair of black leather chaps and spur boots. His thick cut meat and his firm muscled rear end are on full display. Hank wears tight faded blue jeans because he knows that this look excites his boss. He’s lying down on the carpet, between Butch’s boots, a spur on each side of his head. The rancher positions himself for an ass licking session. He uses his spurs to urge Hank to pick up his pace. They help him focus on his task. The jockstrap cowboy doesn’t just eat the rancher’s ass, he pulls the cock towards his mouth to suck it also, going from the tip of the mushroom to the tip of the rosebud. When Butch is ready to dump his junk, Hanks reaches out to catch his Seneca hat and use it as a saucer. Why? Because Butch adores eating his cum out of a cowboy hat. It makes him feel more manly. He also likes to show who’s the boss by spitting back some of his jizz in Hanks mouth and sucking it back. That is as close as he gets to kissing a man.

As soon as Hank met Butch, he knew he had a partner for life. He couldn’t hold his hand in public, let alone kiss him or slap his ass, except in dark places. Living by his side, however, gave him plenty of opportunities to contemplate and worship his divine ass. The first night, Butch invited him to share his bed, on the condition that he stayed as close as possible to his butt. Hank wanted nothing better than to sleep with his nose in his master’s crack. He feasted on loud farts after a pork and beans meal. It’s with his “secret husband” that Hank discovered the intoxicating obsession on Virility personified by His Majesty the Ass. He placed Butch on a pedestal, promised to obey him, to grant him all the pleasures related to ass, buns, booty, buttocks, dock station, hole-in-two, peach, pooper, rear, rump, trunk, whoopie cakes… you get the idea (and I hope that you are also getting a hard reading this, lol).