Ride a cowboy

I let out a huge sigh of relief, as I pulled onto the fairgrounds, and saw the Horse Barn.

When my friend Jim, had found out my Line dance Troupe ,was going to perform at the Gay Rodeo and Dance Competition, he'd asked me to drive his horses down. Being an older man, Jim, preferred the comfort of his Cadillac.

When I had agreed to drive Jim's horses, to the gay rodeo, I hadn't realized just how big his horse trailer was. It wasn't one of those small one or two horse models, it was a big four horse setup, with extra room for hay and tack. It was set up like a fifth wheeler camper, attached right to the bed of the pick-up. A big ass pick-up.

I had driven smaller rigs for my Aunt when I was younger, but this thing felt like a semi, or at least what I imagine a semi would feel like. 

But, I was finally here, and Jim was paying my expenses for the whole weekend, my own hotel room, food, entrance fees for any event I wanted in on, plus two hundred cash.  It was worth the nerve wracking drive. Plus, it was a dream come true.  

Gay Cowboys!

Although....., if the man sashaying my way, was the type of cowboy on tap this weekend, maybe not my dream come true He was far from the rugged man of the Wild West, I'd hoped for. As he minced up to the cab, clipboard in hand, I tried not to let my disappointment show.  He checked his list for Jim's reservations and after I signed in, gave me stall numbers for the horses, and told me where I could park the rig.

I'd driven overnight, and was one of the very first to arrive.  I parked and then began to bring out the mares.

Jim ran a riding stable near the city where I live.  All of his horses were mustangs, he'd found at local Wild horse and donkey adoptions.  He almost always bought mares, tamed and trained them, and often sold them to people who rode at his stable.

I met Jim at a gay bar , one that featured country dancing and where the Line Dance group, I'd joined practiced.   We got to talking horses.

My Aunt bred and trained Morgans, and I'd spent pretty much my entire childhood around horses. I was usually the first one on the back of my Aunt's younger horses, as I was light enough for a young back, but strong enough to handle a semi trained colt.

Anyway, Jim invited me up to the stable and when he saw I could handle the horses alone, pretty much gave me a free pass to come up and work with the horses anytime I wanted.  He was keen to have me work with the Barrel Racers.  I had been a local champion as a kid, and had't lost too much of my edge.

The whole purpose of bringing the horses down to the Rodeo, was to rent them out, to folks who wanted to race, but didn't have their own mounts.  We had a pretty little pinto named Cherokee, she was good with pole bending. A showy palomino, Apache, Barrel and Flag Race. 

Then there was my favorite, a beautiful Leopard Appaloosa, called Navajo.She was the best Barrel horse in the stable, she lived to run. Pole Bending, Fag Race, she'd trained for them all. I was of mixed mind about Jim including her, because if someone offered to buy her, she'd be sold.  If I could have afforded to pay for boarding, I would have bought her myself.

Of course the minute I had the girls all settled in, Jim arrived in his Cadillac. Funny, how he timed it for when the work was done. He was staying with some friends, who lived in the city hosting the Gay Rodeo.  He was pretty well known on the Gay Rodeo Circuit. There were people posted to watch the horse barn and horses, they had our cell numbers if there was any trouble, so we could leave. Jim and his pals were there to help me get the trailer off the pick-up, so I could use it to get around to all of the events, and not have to rely on a taxi or Jim to drive me around.

I went, checked in at the hotel and settled in for a nap.  Registration for the Rodeo events began late in the afternoon, through the evening. That afternoon, as I stood in line, with Jim ( Since he was paying my entrance fees), to register for my events, things were looking up.

There were some hot looking men in line.

I know it's a cliche, however, Wrangler Butts, really do drive me Nuts.  I know Wrangler Rodeo Riders are cut for horseback riding.  At any rate, they just seem to make asses look great and crotches look big.  It takes a pretty sad ass to look bad in Rodeo Riders.

There was a dance going on in the ballroom that night, and it was a colorful crowd.  I don't tend to wear the fancy cowboy togs, unless it was part of the Dance Troupe costume.   Most of these dancefolk were all in the latest country fashions.  Many of the guys and gals in line, looked like real ranch folk however, not dressed up dancefolk.  I had a hard time keeping the drool off my face.

When I registered I caught Jim's eyebrows raising.  I guess he had no idea I was signing up for so many events.

Hell, I was competing in my first Gay Rodeo, I came to play, not watch from the sidelines.  I signed for Pole Bending, Barrel, Flag, Wild Drag Race, Steer Riding, Bareback and Saddle Bronc.  Jim was surprised at the last three, surely I had mentioned  the Junior Rodeo program, my Aunt got me involved in during High School.  ( Or he thought I was blowing smoke up his ass!)

.Oh, I really didn't think I would stick long enough to make the rides.  I was too out of practice, but I wanted to give it a shot. Jim laughed as he shelled out the money, asking me how come, I hadn't signed up for Bull Riding.

I shuddered.

I'm just not brave enough to tangle with a bull.  On the farm, Grandpa's bulls were the most dangerous things I'd ever been around.  I'll admit it, they terrify me.  I've seen a bull toss a draft horse in the air.  So go ahead and call me yellow. Me, on the back of a bull ain't happening.

I saw some of my Line Dance Troupe heading into the ballroom and joined them.  I held off on the drinking, and stuck to dancing.  I'm a strong lead, and in big  dance demand with my group of country friends.  I could spin those guys and girls like a pro.

I began to notice the actual Rodeo contestants seem to form into a clique.  I heard one guy sneer about dance floor cowboys.  Ouch, that stung.  But since most of the people were there to dance and watch, I suppose the actual competitors, had a right to put that label on them.  I was a little disappointed  that only my usual group asked me to dance, and I was too chicken shit to ask anyone, but the weekend was young.

The next day was a blast!

Navajo and I made it to the finals in Barrel, Flag and Pole.

The Wild Drag Race turned out to be a lot harder than I thought.  Well, what can I say, I'm not prone to wearing a dress and wig, and trying to ride a bucking steer in skirts was a whole new challenge.  My team didn't place very high at all.  Of course maybe the fact we were three strangers and Wild Drag race virgins had somewhat to do with it.

I thought it was an accomplishment we got that critter across the finish line, with me on it, in one piece!

I barely made it out of the gate in steer riding before my Wrangler Butt hit the dust.

I held my own in Bareback Bronc.  It wasn't pretty.   My spur work,( No spurs are actually used, it's just what they call the leg movement riders use) was close to non existant, but I made the full ride.

Sadly , I couldn't stick for Saddle Bronc, and took flight after about two hops from the horse.

However, the good news for me, was my Bareback ride, combined with the barrel, pole and flag rides, was good enough for the real competitors to take notice.  The formerly standoffish cowboys and cowgirls were making a point of talking to me.  I guess I wasn't just a dance floor cowboy anymore.

There was one guy I had my eye on.

Where most of the Cowboys were lanky, he was a big stocky guy.  Not fat stocky, but big work toned muscle.   Maybe burly is a better word. Black hair, beard, square sun roughened face.  Greenish blue eyes.  Maybe three or four inches over six feet in boots. Battered white straw hat. And..Oh how those Wranglers were molded to his big round butt!   I got half hard just looking at it!

I asked Jim about him, and turned out he was the current front runner in chute dogging.

I had never seen chute dogging before.

I was used to seeing Bulldogging from horse back.  Chute dogging is done on foot, where you wrestle the steer to the ground from a standing position, once the chute opens.

I could see where all that burly muscle would come in handy. I hadn't signed up for chute dogging, because at 175, being wiry, I just didn't think I had a real chance at wrestling a steer to the ground.

I was keen to watch Mac  ( My fantasy cowboy's name),do it though.  He did it in near record time.  Interestingly enough, some guys and gals smaller than me manged to drop their steers too.  Must be technique involved beyond brute strength, but damned if I could figure it out.

At the end of that first day, I was pretty pleased with myself.  My Bareback ride was good enough to send me to the last go round, so the next day would see me in four competitions.  A girl riding Cherokee was going for Pole and Barrel.  And a two guys were taking Apache for Flag and Barrel.  A good showing for Jim's horses.  Unfortuneatly for me, someone was intrested in buying Navajo.  I had a feeling I wouldn't be bringing her back with me.

That night at the Dance Competition, we soared.  No stumbles or mistakes.  Our Routine went off without a hitch.  We came in second out of ten.  Pretty damn good for our first dance competition.  Our couples contestants came in fourth out of twenty. A great night for us.

When the crowd settled in for dancing and partying, I pretty much stayed off the dance floor. I had some bruises in delicate places. I was way out of shape for taking flight off livestock.

Besides I had a line of friends wanting shoulder and back rubs, a talent I picked up from a massage class I once took. A couple of the Lesbians had decided to compete in the Wild Drag Race, Goat Dressing and of all things chute dogging.  They had some aching muscles too.

As I massaged out their kinks, I developed a bit of an audience. There were some wistful looks coming my way from some of the Rodeo contestants.

I caught Mac staring at my hands.  He caught me watching him and gave me a shy smile. I raised my eyebrows in my best waggish look, and mouthed the word "Next?" Mac's eyes lit up, and he grinned at me, nodded yes, then came over to claim a chair near me.

We introduced ourselves as I continued working the kinks out of Deb's shoulders.  I guess I'd gained some popularity that day, because he congratulated me on my rides. I sent Deb off with a pat to the rear, and motioned Mac onto her vacated chair.

I got treated to the wonderful sight of his big butt nearly in my face as he straddled the chair backwards, arms crossed over the back.  I scooted my chair closer, so my thighs were on either side of his legs.  The sight of that beautiful ass, mere inches away from my crotch was boning me up.  I went to work on his shoulders, and he groaned.  

My massages aren't delicate, I knead muscles into submission. Feeling Mac's hard mucles under my hands, made my Wranglers uncomfortable. I needed more room for my now hard dick.

I really enjoyed getting my hands on this man.

It would have been even better without his clothes, but the night was still fairly young.  Might manage that too.

My working on Mac, seemed to be some kind of signal, because the more serious Rodeo boys started congregating around us.

Total fantasy!

I pretty much had a line of cowboys wanting my hands on them.

I was prolonging Mac's backrub longer than usual, my thighs now pressed tight against his and my crotch practically on his ass.  Finally I sighed, needing ot give my hands a break. Sent the next guy in line for a beer.  I wasn't going to rub backs all night for free.

I must have given out ten backrubs that night, before my hands gave out.

I had my hands on some of the hottest guys at the Rodeo. Got some propositions too.

But the only one I really wanted was Mac.

As I leaned back in my chair, shaking my hands out, and relaxing, I was glad to see Mac looking my way.  He'd been watching me all night.  Bringing occasional beers over.

I patted the chair next to me, while looking him in the eyes.

I was content when he strolled over and plopped down in it. I casually put my arm on the back of his chair, touching his back, while I chugged a couple swallows of beer.  He thanked me once again for the back rub.

I leaned over, " You know, it's even better without a shirt on."  He almost spewed his sip of beer.  " Aren't your hands tired?"  " Well, now.... Just the thought of rubbing your bare skin, is bringing them back to life!" " Rusty, you trying to get me naked?"  " Aw, is it that obvious?"

He rubbed his chin a regretful look in his eyes.  " I'm sharing my room with my pal, Calvin, so I can't really invite you in."

" Shucks, I'm rooming all by my lonesome, Cowboy." I tried my best John Wayne drawl ( Which frankly isn't very good) " So, iffen yer game, how'd you like to mosey on outta heah, and up to my empty hotel room?"

Mac stood, upended and drained his bottle and plopped it on the table. Reached down grabbed me by the hand and hauled me up.  " What are we waiting for?  Lead on Rusty, lead on!"

In my room, I turned to Mac and smiled.  Big Ole' Cowboy Mac was looking nervous all of a sudden.  "Second thought's cowboy?"  I asked.  

He sighed, " It's just that it's been a long time for me!"" Really, a hot man like you?"

" It's not that easy to hook up for sex on a ranch.  The other hands know I'm gay and all, but they're straight, and out of bounds."  " OH! ..... Okay I can see that,..... must be hard!"  " All the time!" he quipped.  

" Look, why don't we go ahead with the massage, I promised, get you relaxed and take it from there.  No expectations, I'll settle just for getting to touch your skin, sound like a plan?" He nodded and I pointed to the bed. " Shuck as much clothing as you feel comfirtable losing and lay on your stomach on the bed."  

I went to rummage in my duffel bag and came out with some massage oil.  ( I'm a regular boy scout sometimes, always prepared!)

I turned to see Mac sprawled out on his stomach, in nothing but a pair of white breifs.  My eyes were drawn to the big mounds of his ass.  I licked my lips.  Man!   I sure wanted to get in between those hills!

I walked over to the bed and casually ran my hand up his hairy thigh.  " I'm really going to enjoy this!"  I teased.

He just chuckled.

I began to strip out of my clothes, Mac's eyes watching intently, until I was down to  my boxer breifs .

" To really give you a good back rub, I'll need to straddle your legs.  Okay?"  

Mac eyed the  seven inch hardon tenting my briefs , gulped, then nodded yes.  I climbed over him, and knelt over his thighs, the red hair on my legs meshing with the black hair on his.

There was a wash of heat from his skin.  I dribbled scented oil over the planes of his broad back.  It pooled in the valley created by his back muscles, and ran towards the  little patch of hair poking from the elastic of his briefs.  I halted it's journey, and smeared the oil across his back.

The oil sheen made the ridged muscles of his back stand out in relief.  As I smeared the oil around, I had to lean forward to reach his shoulders, causing my straining dick to nestle between the mounds of his ass.  I could see a damp spot forming where the head of my dick pushed the fabric out.

I worked his back muscles firmly, the exertion pushing my boner into his crack ,in short bursts.  I switched to his arms, enjoying the feel of biceps and corded forearms.I scooted back, pouring more oil on my palms, then went to work on his sturdy legs, kneading, rearranging the black hair adorning them.

As I neared that beautiful butt, I slid my hands deep between his legs.  

Mac, tried to move his thighs apart, but my knees prevented him.  I liked the hot warmth of his thighs encasing my hands.  It was almost as if I was fucking his legs with my hands

I decided to push a little, and slid my fingers under the leg bands of his breifs.    I let my fingers massage the bottom of his hairy cheeks, and flit over his crack.  It was encouraging when Mac arched his back to give me better access.  I fished a finger to his taint and could feel the hardness just behind his balls.  My rubbing finger let me know the man was hard as a rock.

I slipped the finger out and Mac let out a soft whisper of protest.  I reached up and grabbed the waistband of his briefs.  Mac humped his butt up .  I took that as permission to slide that cotton veil out of the way.

I was thrilled to see a dense covering of short black fur.  Mac's ass was seriously pelted.  I slipped his underwear down to where my legs trapped his.

Then I began to massage those wonderful full moons displayed before me.

Now, I won't lie, I am a total ass lover.  Not flat little butts, not flabby fat butts, but big round hairy muscle butts.  The kind that look like forested hills, actually make me drool.  That make me want to shove my face in deep and tongue the cave hidden away in the mounds.

I teased myself by pushing those mounds around, pushing them closed then prying them apart so I could see the very pink lips of his cave entrance.

Mac had his face buried in the pillow and soft moans were slipping from his throat.  He was straining to raise that glorious ass in the air, but my straddle of his legs held him down.

Finally, I'd had enough of looking.  I slipped first one leg, then the other between his big thighs.  I used my knees to spread his thighs as wide as I could.  

I grabbed the oil and trickled it down his tailbone and into his black forested crack. Mac gasped at the feeling of the warm oil and arched his ass in the air.  I spread his mounds apart and watched the oil seep on to his hole.  Once it  reached his hole, I leaned over  and gently blew on his tight pink pucker.  Mac moaned deep in his throat as I watched his ass lips clench and open in reaction.

Then I leaned in further and ran my tongue from his fat balls to his tailbone. ( I had brought a massage oil safe for consumption. Regular boy scout remember!)  

I thought Mac would shoot straight into the headboard, as he lurched and gasped in surprise.  I looked up to see his hands fisted in the blanket in a white knuckled grip.  His big chest was heaving and I watched a hard tremor move down his broad oiled  back.

I waited a bit, just in case he wasn't into being rimmed, as some guys don't like it.  When he arched his ass up in the air again, I took that as permission and drove my face back between his hills.  I wallowed in his canyon, my hands holding his cheeks wide.  I slurped and slathered his crack and balls, indulging in just enjoying this big ass buffet.

Mac kept trying to push his ass into my face.  I finally grabbed his hips to hold him still.  Mac's whole body trembled and he moaned.  Seems the big chute dogging cowboy like being manhandled and controlled.

My cock was so hard it was in pain.  Precum was leaking out in a steady stream and staining the sheets.  I brought my face up from his wet crack and thrust my cock forward until it was sliding in his crack.

As I slid my cock up and down his valley, Mac began to mutter and moan.  His ass kept arching up to meet each slide forward.  

I lay my front over his oiled back, and kept arching to slide  my hard pole through the dark valley of his ass.  

" I want inside your beautiful ass, Cowboy!"  

Mac groaned, " Yes......but go easy......it's been a long time!"

I leaned back and slid a condom over my rigid cock.  Then I leaned back across that broad back.  I resumed sliding my cock up and down his crack, making sure the head jabbed at his hole on each pass.  

Mac was muttering something unclear at first, then the welcome words made sense to my ears.  " Fuck me, Please Fuck me!"

Next time my cock stopped at his gate, I stopped and began to push against it.  I could feel him clench up, so I began licking his neck just behind his ear.  A shudder went through Mac and suddenly his hole opened enough for the head of my cock to pop through his ring.

Mac stiffened up, his hole spasming around the head of my rock hard dick.  The feeling almost made me come then.  I had to take deep breaths th hold back.  

I went back to kissing and licking behind his ear, running my hands up and down his sides.  Finally with a sigh he relaxed and I slid in a bit further.  Mac groaned into the pillow.  I held still a moment, let him get used to the length already in him.   The way my cock is built, it actually flares out wider in the middle.  That flare is actually wider than the head, and I've been told, it's like being stretched all over again.

Suddenly his hole opened and I slid the remainder of severn fat inched in to the hilt.  Mac gasped and his head flew up from the pillow it had been buried in.  His broad chest heaved and his body trembled.  I could feel his hole clenching the base of my cock.  His trembling and gut spasming around my cock felt like a piece of heaven.

He lay gasping for a very long moment or two.  Then his hands fisted in the sheets, and he moaned. " Fuck that feels good.  You're really stretching me out and filling me up!"  

He tenetively began to grind his hips, making my fat dick stir up his guts.  He moaned and hissed whenever his grinding ran my dick across his prostate.  

I leaned back to watch my fat pole buried in his big hairy ass.  As his hips ground around, my cock rose out and sucked back in his stretched out hole in little bursts.   The sight was bringing me closer than I liked.  Call it selfish, but I was determined to finally take that glorious ass for my own pleasure.

I leaned forward and pulled almost the entire length out.  Then slowly slid it all the way back in.  Mac arched his ass up to welcome me back inside.

I began with long slow strokes.  Pulling almost out and sliding back.  Slowly I picked up the pace.  Mac quivered , hissed and groaned. Suddenly with a heave that almost threw me from the saddle, Mac gathered his knees under him and heaved his ass in the air, popping my cock from his ass.

He buried his face in the pillow, and I heard a muffled " Ride that ass Cowboy, ride it hard!"

I lined up my cock with his slightly gaping hole and slammed it in.   Mac growled out " Yes. slam into my hole, ride me hard!"

Gone were all thoughts of being a tender lover.  If this big man wanted it hard, I wasn't about to argue.  Urged on by his panting demands, I began to pound him hard.  My sweat, the oil on his skin, made erotic smacks as my slamming hips set  his big hairy ass bouncing.

At one point I was pulling all of the way out of him , yet my pole unerringly targeted his hole to slam back in.  

Mac was biting into the pillow to muffle his screams of passion.  I reached around to fist his fat  dick.  I barely got one hard jerk in, before he was rearing up, slamming his back into my chest.  I grabbed his hips hard to keep my cock buried inside him, as his come shot out and splattered on the headboard.  His gut clenched hard in waves, milking my dick.  I wrapped my arms around him as my  whole body stiffened and I shot off deep inside him.

We rode out the waves of our orgasms, me taking his whole weight as he sagged back against me.  

After the last tremors passed he suddenly collapsed forward, taking with him in a sprawl across his broad sweaty ,oily back.  He whimpered as my still hard cock began to slide from his ass, reaching back to clasp me hard and forcing me back up his chute.

We lay there breathing hard for quite a while.  As our gasps evened out, Mac must have become aware of my dick still stretching his hole.

When he asked me to pull out, I levered myself off his sticky back, and watched my dick slide from his still clenching.  As the head popped free I was treated to the sight of his reddened gape.  I watched it slowly clench back into a tight little pucker.  

I lay down beside Mac and pulled his big body in to spoon him from behind.

We lay there for awhile.  Me idly stroking the hair covering his big chest and hard stomach.  I pushed my dick in between his full ass cheeks.  Mac sighed and pushed his butt back against my hardening cock.  We drifted off curled together.  My last thoughts were hopeful that I would get a Second Go Round.....and a Third ....and.......