Date: Mon, 7 Oct 2013 19:27:17 -0500 From: Dan Ouellette Subject: Small Town - 05 - Mexican Cowboy Mexican Cowboy I recently moved to Willcox, Arizona. Putting Phoenix behind me was a god send. I spent too long in Phoenix and was burned out from all of the attitude, crime, arrogance, and everything else that goes along with a big city with no direction. So, I moved to Willcox. It is a small town of about 4000 people. They have the usual fast food places, motels, and grocery stores. But most of all, they have some of the hottest men I have seen in years. If you want to find a hunk, drive to your local small town and hang out. But remember, if the hunk smiles at you it doesn’t necessarily mean he is trying to pick you up, they are just more friendly than in the bigger cities. So here I was at the Food City picking up a few items. As I was walking up to the cashier, this hot Mexican Cowboy strolled through the door. My jaw dropped to the floor and so did the cashier’s. He was about 5’ 7” tall with short black hair. His skin color was just what you would expect from a hot Mexican cowboy. Not too dark and not too light. He had on a loose fitting pair of Levi 501’s that hugged his beautiful bubble butt to perfection and allowed enough room in the front for his manhood to rest perfectly in it’s own pouch, a light brown colored wide belt with a silver buckle about 4 inches across, a light colored western shirt with the embossed lapels and pockets and a worn pair of light brown cowboy boots that looked close to a size 7, maybe 7 ½. Top that off with a cream colored cowboy had that looked as though it was custom made to fit his head. The picture of perfection. He looked our way as he walked pass the counter. He had that look on his face that he enjoyed the attention he was getting. The question on my mind was, did he like the attention he was getting from me or the attention from the cashier. I went about checking out and headed to my SUV. As I was loading up my groceries, the cowboy walked up to the pickup next to me. As he opened the driver’s side door next to where I was loading my groceries, he turned in my direction and called me a faggot. I said excuse me, and he repeated what he said. I told him that it wasn’t nice to be so mean to someone who never did him any harm. He said he didn’t care. Well, I told him that he needed to apologize or he would be telling his friends that he was beaten up by a faggot. He laughed and opened his door wider slamming it into the side of my vehicle. I probably would have just finished loading my groceries, but he decided to do it again, only this time a bit harder. He then turned to me and said that I should leave now before he took matters into his own hands. At that point he flashed a knife at me. I decided that was enough. I haven’t hidden the fact that I was gay for many years, and I was not about to let this 23 year old tell me what to do. I turned around, grabbed his wrist and twisted it behind his back. With my other hand, I grabbed the knife from his hand and threw it into his truck. At that point I wasn’t sure what to do. We were on the side lot of the store where very few people park. There was no one around for me to call to, so I had to figure this out on my own. Since the back passenger side of my SUV was open, I reached in and grabbed the seatbelt. I pulled it out as much as I could and wrapped it around the wrist of the hand I had behind him. As he struggled to get free, I grabbed his other wrist and wrapped it in the seatbelt next to his other wrist. As he is struggling to get free, he is calling me faggot, queer, queen, and cocksucker. I wasn’t too concerned with the name calling, I had heard it most of my adult life, I just needed to figure out what to do with the cowboy. I then decided I would put him in my SUV and drive him down to the police station down the street. I bent down behind him. Putting my shoulder under his nice bubble butt, I boosted him into the back seat. I slammed the door shut and went around to the other side of the vehicle. As I got into the driver’s seat, I realized the cowboy was sitting at an uncomfortable angle. So I got back out, opened the driver’s side back door and reached in. He started kicking and yelling, so I told him I just wanted to make him more comfortable for the ride down to the police station. He calmed down a little and allowed me to pull his legs out straight on the back seat, but he began yelling and kicking again. I figured it just sunk in that he was going to the police station. But when he seemed to calm down a bit, I noticed the bulge in the front of his jeans was a little bit bigger. I reached in and patted his bulge and said that it looked like the little hetero seemed to be enjoying the attention now. He pulled up his legs and started yelling and calling me names again. I just laughed and told him it was ok, that most straight men fantasize about doing it with a guy. He said he was straight and never thought about doing it with a guy. But his bulge did look even bigger than it was a few seconds earlier. Without him realizing it, I had taken the seatbelt from the back driver’s side and secured it around his left ankle. As I was wrapping the front driver’s side seatbelt around his right ankle, he noticed what I was doing. He tried to pull his legs back but they were already secured in place. At this point the hot Mexican cowboy was stretched out on the back seat of my SUV. His hands tied behind his back, his torso reclining against the door, and his legs tied, slightly spread apart. What a perfect position. I couldn’t help admire the hunk helpless in my car. I was snapped back to reality when the cowboy began begging me not to take him to the police station. I told him I had no choice. He threatened me verbally, scratched my vehicle and then threatened me with a knife. He began to cry and said he was sorry. He kept repeating how sorry he was and said he would never do it again. I contemplated what he was saying for a few minutes and then told him that I would let him go if I could feel up his bulge for few minutes. Without waiting for a reply from him, I reached over and caressed his bulge. Since it had already begun to grow while I was tying him up, it didn’t take long for it to spring to complete attention. Just from feeling his dick through the jean material, I estimated it to be about 8 inches long and quite fat. Without thinking, I pulled open his fly and reached in. Just as I grabbed hold of the monster dick and pulled it out of his Levi’s, the hot cowboy tensed up. I looked up to his face and he asked me to stop. With part of my body lying across part of the back seat, part of my body lying across his left leg, and my hand squeezing his nice thick cock, I was about to say ok when his dick erupted with the large load of cum I have ever seen. The first round flew over the cowboy’s right shoulder. The second round hit him in the face. The third round landed in his mouth, and the fourth round landed on his chest. The rest landed on his silver belt buckle and began forming a white pool of cum. His cock just kept leaking cum until his entire belt buckle was covered. It then began sliding off the side onto his jeans. He wasn’t done though. With his dick still rock hard, it must have drooled cum for about three minutes. When I looked back up to the cowboy’s face, he had a look of complete satisfaction. His eyes were closed, his mouth was slightly open, and his entire body looked completely relaxed. Well, everything except his dick. His dick still pointed straight up to his face. It was one of the most beautiful sights I have every seen. Well, being an avid cocksucker, I decided to take advantage of the situation. I pulled back on his dick, revealing the hidden treasure under his foreskin. As I did that, the cowboy shivered and let out a soft moan. Never opening his eyes or tensing up. So I admired his un-hooded dick for a short period, and then slid my lips over the dark colored head of his dick. Again a slight moan escaped his lips as his whole body quivered. I continued to slide my lips down as far as I could. Being eight and a half inches, at least, and very thick, I could not take his entire dick into my mouth. I did some of my best work on this boy. I started off slowly moving my mouth up and down his shaft. Each motion seemed to expand his dick just a little bit more. The cowboy raised his knees slightly so that he could spread his legs even more. I reached over and unfastened his belt buckle. I pulled gently on the excess leather going through the buckle. I then pulled the last button on his Levi 501’s and opened them up. As I slid my mouth down on his shaft, he raised his hips further pushing his dick into my mouth. As he did this every time I went down on him, I slowly began pulling his jeans over his butt. I couldn’t get the jeans down too far without releasing his legs. So with my mouth still working his dick, I reached behind and undid the seatbelt around each of his ankles. I was then able to pull his Levi’s off his legs and dropped them onto the floor of the SUV. He wasn’t wearing underwear, which I guessed when I checked him out inside the store. Once his pants were off, the cowboy spread his legs as far as the cramped back seat would allow. This gave me room to free my own dick from the confines of my now tight pants. I continued to work his dick as my hands made their way down to his luscious butt. Each hand cupped and caressed one cheek. There was more cheek than each hand could handle, but there were no complaints! By this time, there was a constant chorus of moans coming out of the hot Mexican cowboy. Each moan encouraged me to work every part of this boy. It was clear that this cowboy has never experienced great sex. The middle finger of my right hand brushed past his hole. The cowboy acted as though I had sent 10,000 volts of electricity through his body. His entire body tensed up, shuddered, moaned, and then relaxed. In doing so, this forced his dick all the way into my mouth. With a slight gagging, my throat muscles tightened around his dick and as he lowered his body, his dick slowly eased out of my mouth. Another moan escaped the cowboy’s mouth. This moan told me he had just experiences the best feeling his young body has every felt. I rested my middle finger against his hole and applied a slight bit of pressure. With the precum and drool from his dick and my mouth, there was just enough lube to allow my finger to penetrate into his hole. I was only going to insert it a little, but from the motion of his body and the slickness of his hole, my entire finger went right in. Once again a moan could be heard that you only hear from a person completely satisfied in the feeling their body is experiencing. A few more down-thrust from my mouth, a few more up-thrusts from the cowboy, and my finger caressing the inside of the cowboy’s hole, and he started thrashing about wildly. Then wave and wave of ecstasy hit the cowboy and his dick started shooting loads of cum into my mouth. There must have been 7 or 8 full shots of cum hitting the back of my throat before it began to taper off. But that wasn’t the end of it. His dick must have continued to discharge cum for the next four minutes. There was no doubt in my mind that I completely drained the cowboy’s balls. There was no way that there could be anything left. We lay there for about 20 minutes. Him with his arms still tied behind his back, legs spread as far as possible, me with my finger still in his hole, the other hand cupping his butt, and his dick in my mouth. It still hadn’t gone soft. After the 20 minutes passed, I wanted more. For an unwilling participant, at first, the cowboy was fun to play with. I released his dick and slid my finger out of his butt. I crawled up and kissed him on the lips. He tasted good, so I kissed him again. The third time I went in for a kiss, he opened his mouth slightly and allowed me to slip in my tongue. We kissed like this for the next 15 minutes. As I tried to pull away, the cowboy raised his legs and held me in place. This position lined my dick up with his butt and as I relaxed my body back on top of his, my dick aimed itself right at his hole. With just one motion, my dick entered the first ring of his hole. He gasped slightly but pulled his legs into my back which forced my dick further into his hole. We lay there kissing for another five or ten minutes when I decide to work his hole with my dick. It didn’t take too many slow thrusts into his tight hole to bring me to climax. As I lay there kissing and thrusting I begin unloading my pent up cum into this hot Mexican cowboy. I must have shot 5 or 6 times before I was spent and fall down on top of him. When our bodies met, I realize he had shot his third load onto his stomach while I was unloading into his butt. We laid there cuddling and kissing for god knows how long. I finally tell him that I have to go. He opened his eyes and looked deep into mine. When he finally spoke he told me that he had never experienced sex like that before, and although he had never fooled around with another guy before, and considers himself straight, he would love to do that again real soon. I smile and tell him that it would be my pleasure to help him out and I would consider this his apology. I gently climb off him and grab a rag from the back of the truck. I wipe our cum off both him and myself. Then, being the gentleman that I am, I grab his Levi’s off the floor and maneuver them back up his legs. I gently tuck his dick into the jeans and fasten them up. I then reached over and unfastened his wrists from the seatbelt. When he brings his hands back over his head, I notice a gold band on his left ring finger. I remarked that I didn’t know he was married and he said he was, but he didn’t know for how much longer. When I asked him what he meant by that, he said that he had never felt so good during sex with his wife or with any of the other women he had been with. Only two of them would give him head and while he thought the head they gave was good, he know knows that what they did to him was nothing compared to what I did to him. He then said that neither one of them would swallow, and he always wondered what it would feel like to shoot into someone’s mouth. That fantasy has now been answered. He had never had anyone touch his hole before and could not believe the feeling he had down there when my finger brushed his hole. Once that happened he wanted me to touch it more. Once I had my finger in his hole, he wanted more than that. While it felt good with what I was doing, he knew there was more that he could have, but he didn’t know it was my dick that he really wanted. By the time he came for the third time, he knew that he had experienced the best sex that he could have ever experienced and he wanted more. I smiled and said, well let me introduce myself, my name is Dan. The cowboy smiled at me, said his name was Jorge and reached for my dick and asked; do you wanna go again???