Date: Wed, 6 May 2009 16:36:47 EDT
From: Cnjshore9@aol.com
Subject: A Little Line Dancin' - 2

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A Little Line Dancin -part 2'


From Part 1

Most of you know by now that I'm Peter and I grew up on a farm in the
south-central US... just a hop, skip, and jump from East Texas.  .  And
somehow I had ended up as the "field foreman" on a medium-sized 'farm' in
eastern Texas.  I say "medium-sized" because that was what it was in
comparison to other 'farms' - nowhere into the size of the west Texas
'ranches'.  We were about 500 acres, where the ranches can be 50 'sections'
(one square mile each), or thousands of acres..

Through some luck and good fortune, I was now the 'boss' with some 6-10
field-hands working for me (depending on the season and availability of
migrant labor), and a housekeeper-and-cook.

This particular day, I had finished some paper-work and lay back on the
recliner in the office and with the usual hornies of a 21-year-old, I had a
major boner going.  As I debated how to "handle the situation" Manuel came
in, saw my plight, and offered to help.

(Oh, hell... go read part 1 if you haven't already!!)

............

As I finally began to recover from the heights and the explosions ...  I
heard Manuel say, "Hey, Pete,...  let's go to town for a beer and maybe do
a little line dancin'."  This time, I let him get by with the short-form,
too, as I responded, "sure thing Manny."

Then I felt the hot, wet, juice of Paco's cock spurting onto my stomach.

"Muchas gracias," he grinned.  "More later?" he queried.

"Oh, hell yes!!" I replied, "but right now I've got a date to go dancin'"


I got up and ran for the shower.  As the warm water cascaded over my body,
I stopped to take stock.  I was 5'10" and tipped the scales at about 150.
What those in the military sometimes refer to as "a lean, mean, fighting
machine".  My trim muscles were not, however, from doing push-ups and
horizontal ladders.  They were from lifting and tossing bales of hay, and
pulling stumps, and fixing fences... but they were definitely there.  I
have brown hair and eyes.  One high-school girlfriend once called them "cow
eyes".  I wasn't sure whether to be complimented or offended ... but took
the former course.  She was always talking about my eyes, but never let me
see her 'cyclops'!

Anyway, I think I was pretty good lookin' and not ashamed of what I had to
offer.

Besides... Manuel (Manny?) seemed to like it.

So, while I was there, I reached over and got the douche syringe (enema
bulb) and used it to clean the inside as well as I was cleaning the
outside.

Walking out of the bathroom into my bedroom with my towel around my waist,
I saw Manuel standing in the doorway.  He must have already gone back to
the bunkhouse and cleaned up himself.

"Oh, Pedro ..  you look good enough to eat," he said.

Looking him square in the eyes, I replied, "That's Paco's job.  You fuck
me!!"

"Si, Senor," he answered, "but I can do most all those other things too!"

"I bet you can," I countered.  "..but let me get dressed."

He didn't move, so I just dropped the towel and went to the bureau to find
clean underwear.  With him standing there, I chose to pull out the black
lycra briefs and a black tank top.  After putting them on, and hearing him
take a deep breath, I pulled out a black t-shirt and my black jeans and
slipped into them.  I don't care what some other guys say... but to me
... black-on-black-on-black is the color of sex !!!!

Sitting down on the bed, I pulled on some black wool socks and then put on
my black "dress boots".  Yes, the so-called "western" or "cowboy" boots ...
I have several pairs.  One is black, one is brown, one is silver
snake-skin, and then there is the 'work pair'.  C'mon that is the 'right
footwear' in that part of the country' and, if you are goin' line dancin',
you better be wearin' boots !!!!

Manny just smiled at me.

"Gee, 'boss', you sure look good," he whispered as I got up and walked to
him.

"Let's go dancin'," I said as I stopped momentarily to give him a quick
hug, then walked toward the front door.

He didn't say a word as he followed me out to my truck.

That's when it sort of dawned on me...and I turned and asked, "Okay...where
the fuck are we going?"

"Was wondering when you'd finally ask," he chuckled.

"Ain't nothin' around here," he continued.  "Got Dallas or Shreveport to
chose from.  The only place in Longview got closed down last year."

That, of course, meant a nearly hour-long drive to wherever; but... what
the hell.  I was 'on a roll' and not going to stop the inertia.

As we hit I-20 and headed west to Dallas/Fort Worth, Manny put his left
hand onto my right thigh.  "You ever been to a gay cowboy bar?" he asked.

"Shit!" I thought.  I'd never really put those two words together.  After
all, this was some years before "Brokeback Mountain".

"No... in fact never been to any 'gay bar' before."

"Oh, I think you're gonna like it," he said, quite confidently.

" 'cause there are going to be about 50 guys after your ass!!" he laughed.

"You, know... this afternoon was the first time I ever had sex with another
guy," I muttered.

"Yeah!  That was pretty clear," he responded.

"...and two in one day .. and now maybe more...  I'm not sure how to act,
or what to do," I continued.

"Just be yourself," he instructed.  "They will definitely be coming to you.
If you are interested, you can say so .. but remember to tell them that you
are with me."

It suddenly hit me that his articulation of English was much better than it
usually seemed.

"Hey, Manuel," I started.  "You didn't just come across the border, did
you?"

"No, Pete," he answered.  "In fact I was born here and finished high school
in Nacogdoches..but everyone seems to think I'm just 'another dumb Mex'."
I work on the farm like some of the other Mexican guys, just because that's
the only job I can find."

"That's not right," I countered.  "Let's turn around and go back to the
farm and talk this out."

"No..  I want to go dancin' with you!!  It's the first time I met a gringo
that I like - in more ways than one!!  Let's have fun.  'Talk' can come
later."

At this point I knew that things were getting a bit 'deeper' than I had
expected - or bargained for.

..and I was starting to feel a stronger-than-usual attraction to this cute,
smaller guy sitting next to me.

"Okay, ... Let's dance!" I said.  "Now tell me where to go."

Coming into the outskirts of the D/FW area, he gave me turning directions
here and there .. and I really had no idea where we ended up, but it was a
large parking lot in front of a log-cabin/lodge type structure with about
25 pickups and maybe 4 or 5 SUV's and sedans.  I was almost surprised that
there wasn't a John Deere in there somewhere!!!

As we walked in the door, the sound of country-western music became almost
overwhelming.  The dance floor was full.  Couples were doing every dance
imaginable from a 2-step to a near fox-trot.  That's when I also noticed
that there was not a female in the place.  NO!  wrong!!!  One of the
bartenders was female - but was soooo obviously into her man-look, that it
didn't bother anyone.

As we walked up to the bar, one of male bartenders came over and, looking
at us, smiled and asked: "Hey, Manny... where did you find this hunk?"

Slipping back into his Hispanic accent, he groaned, "No... Henry... this is
my 'boss'."

Backing up slightly, Henry almost blushed and murmured "Oh... sorry..." and
he looked at me, he added "sir..."

I thought Manny's head would explode.  He turned bright red and started to
laugh like a looney bird...  "Gotcha!!!" he finally got out.

"Hi, Henry," I said as I reached out my hand to shake.

"You sumbitch," he muttered as he looked at Manuel.  Then he reached out,
took my hand and shook it.  "Damn, Mex ass-hole," he stammered.

Without loosing a beat, Manuel, replied, "Best Mex ass-hole you ever had!"

Henry's look was one of those that didn't know whether to shit or go
blind... "Is he really your 'boss'?" he asked.

"Yep, guess so," I answered.

"Well..... welcome.... And hope you enjoy your visit here."  Then he added,
"you do know this is a gay bar, don't you?"

"Yep... I think that's why we're here.... we're here 'cause we're queer!"

Poor Henry .. he just isn't used to some of this, I guess.  He was still
reeling...  So I spoke up and said, "Manny wants a beer.  I hope you know
what he drinks.  I haven't learned yet. ... and I'll have a shot of Irish
whiskey."

That brought turned heads from them both - those of a couple of guys
sitting at the bar.  Eyebrows went up...foreheads wrinkled.

"Shit, man!!" Manny finally got out.  "That's 'mean stuff'," he continued.

"Yeah, I know," I answered.  "but I don't drink that much and when I do, I
like the 'good stuff'." I added.  "but don't worry, I'll be able to drive
home."

After that Henry treated me like some kind of god-image.  I tried to tell
him not to, but he just kept doing it.

That was about the time that Manny leaned across the bar and heard him tell
Henry to put on a nice, slow, line dance.

"You ever do this before?" he asked as he grabbed my elbow and led me onto
the dance floor.

"No.." I hesitatingly replied.

"Then just do what I do .. what everyone else does ... and if you fuck up
... don't worry .. you won't be the only one."

Each couple seemed to be holding onto one another, so I put my left arm up
and over Manny's shoulder... and we started.  Left step, left-slide, right
slide, kick back, move behind... and there I was ... in my first ever 'line
dance'.  Let's face it.. I was terrible...  but at that point I didn't
really care..  I was more and more into enjoying both the place and the
company - mostly the latter.

During the night, of course, I had more than one guy come over to me and
suggest that we dance or "whatever".  Manny made it clear that I was with
him...marked as "his territory"..and don't step over that line!!!!  More
than one guy left with a cringe.  I was sort of torn between feelings.  One
that I liked "belonging to someone", but then there was that other side
that told me "you don't 'belong' to anyone else!"

A few drinks and a lot more dances and I finally leaned over to Manuel and
said, "I think we really ought to go.  We do have work tomorrow."

He looked up at me with his deep brown bedroom eyes and agreed, so we got
off the floor and headed toward the door.

"Hold it," Manuel said as he stopped in his tracks and I damned near ran
over him.  "I better hit the head before we leave.  It's still an hour or
so to get home."

Following him into the men's room, we walked up to the trough-style urinal
against the back wall and took a nice, leisurely piss - looking directly at
each others' equipment, and both starting to get a rise.  Manuel reached
over and started to stroke me.  I returned the favor and was soon sliding
the skin back and forth over his glans.

"Here," he said, "in here," as he opened what I thought was a closet door
only to see a full-size room with some dark leather furniture.

I'm sure my expression was priceless.

"You never heard of a 'back room', Pedro?" he said with a big grin.  "I
need some man- sex before we head home," he continued as he draped a red
cord over the outer doorknob and carefully locked it behind us.

Reaching over and opening my belt and jeans, it only took him a couple
seconds to have them down to my knees and he was kneeling there and had
swallowed my cock right to the bushy pubes.  I leaned back against the back
of the leather sofa and put my hands on each side of his head.

"Ohhhhhhh.....fuckkkkkkk....man....!!!  Ohhhhhhhh....fuckkkkkkk!!" I
moaned.

Standing up, he turned me around and bent me over the sofa back.  Then I
heard him spit and felt a juicy cockhead start foraging around in my butt
crack.

It only took another second, and it found the target.  He pushed forward,
and slipped right in.  After all, it had already had an earlier work-out
and stretching.

"OOOoooooooohhhh....Pedro.... OOOooooooohhh that ass is so tight and
sweet!!  I'm not gonna last very long this time."

After about a minute of some nice slow deep dickin', he reached around and
grabbed my cock and started to stroke me as he picked up his speed.  Before
long he was pounding me like a rabbit and was furiously jerking my cock.

"I'mmmmm gonna blowwwww!" I groaned.  "It's gonnnnna cummmmm!"

"Yeah, babe," he whispered over my shoulder.  "You let that baby shoot,
'cause I'm just about ready to fill you ass again!!"

"Awwwwwwww.....fuccccckkkkkkk!"  "Awwwwwwww.....mannnnnnnnn!"

It was like a chorus, as both our cocks started to swell and jerk and a
fuckin' half-gallon of cum was being delivered into my guts and over the
back of the sofa.

After we had managed someway to regain a modicum of composure, Manny slowly
slid out of me and walked over to the side wall, where I first noticed
there was a sink and a stack of fresh towels.  Turing on the hot water, he
soaked one towel and walked back to me as he used the wet towel to clean
himself and then handed it to me.

"Better clean yourself and the sofa," he told me.  "Henry gets really
pissed if you leave it to dry!!"

I wiped away the residue from my balls that was sprayed all over the place,
handed the wet towel back to Manny, and used to the other towel to dry
things off.  By then he had his jeans re-zipped and his belt buckled.  I
handed him the dry towel and as I re-grouped myself, he tossed them into a
bin next to the sink.

Opening the door, he took the red cord off the outer doorknob and replaced
it on the inner one.  As we stepped out, there were two guys over at the
urinal.  Not waiting for us to even exit the place, they both turned, hard
cocks abobbin' and headed for the door that we had just come through.  They
looked to be in a hurry!!!

Walking out past the bar to the door, we both waved and knodded at Henry.

"Hey... Y'all come back," Henry shouted across the bar.

"You betcha!!" I replied as we hit the door.

"Oh, tonight was wonderful," Manny said as we crossed the parking lot.

"Yes....it was." I replied.

As we drove back to the farm, he leaned against me and fell asleep.

My mind was running a mile a second.  What just happened?  What happened
earlier?  What's going to happen when we get home?  What's going to happen
tomorrow?"

By the time I pulled up in the driveway by the house, I was exhausted, and
I still didn't have any answers.

Waking Manny, I leaned over and kissed his forehead.  "Home," I said, "and
time for bed."

He looked up at me and just smiled.  "Thanks for a night to remember." He
added.

"We'll talk tomorrow," I said in a mixture of confusion and desire.

"Okay," he said, looking a bit despondent.

"Oh... Okay.." I said, "come on in and sleep with me."

He just smiled and followed me into the house and my bedroom.

We undressed - all the way - and got into my bed .... Both of us naked.

He curled up on his side, and I curled up right behind him, spooning his
slight but muscular build.  My cock just automatically found its way into
his crack and felt right...  no erection... just 'right'.

The next think I knew, it was morning.  And, there we were, in exactly the
same position.  Oh... it must have been a wonderful night for sleep.


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