Date: Wed, 4 Oct 2017 22:23:47 -0500
From: Kevin Reynolds <kbr4040home@gmail.com>
Subject: The Tennessee Stud

The Tennessee Stud
Kevin
kbr4040home@gmail.com


I used to do quite a bit of freelance writing for magazines.  I started
doing it early in college.  While I would get a check, one of the best
things about it was doing research for my pieces.  I wouldn't admit it to
anyone except myself that my research trips were vacations or adventures.
I really would get better insight for stories, so it was legitimate.

I was on one of my first adventures.  I got a few stories out of it but I
was doing the research on ranches that still did it the old way.  There was
so much emphasis then on ranches that used 4-wheelers and helicopters
instead of horses, and other technologies like that.  There really weren't
cellphones but I remember that one of the technology advancements was using
walkie-talkies.  I already had experience with ranches that did it the old
way.  I had helped a friend run a deer camp on one of those ranches.
Mostly, the reason for my going to do research was that I wanted a free
deer hunt.  It had worked out there before, I figured I could do it again
and justify it, at least to myself.

I was staying in one of the bunk houses on the ranch.  In the heyday of the
ranch, every room was packed with cowboys, as many as 8 or 10 per room. At
that time, it was 4 cowboys per room.  I was told that they chose to bunk
together instead of spreading out a little more because it was easier to
cleanup after themselves.  Other than shoveling the corrals and keeping the
tack clean, cowboys aren't really concerned about cleanliness.  I was
always afraid to jump in the pickup with them.  I can't say that I kept my
room much cleaner.  There was a layer of dust that laid over everything,
all the time, it didn't matter what I did, the dust was going to come in
each day.

I was also taking my own photos back then.  I had a pretty decent 35mm
camera and lenses.  I had photos published and a few little awards won.  It
was the camera that attracted the attention of one of the cowboys.  He was
the little brother of the cowboy who was the lead buckaroo.  Yes, we called
them that back then.  He was the cowboy who was breaking the new horses.
He and 4 or 5 others would ride all day, saddling horse after horse and
stirring up the dust in the circle corral.  I don't think they ever saw it
as work but more of an opportunity to ride rough stock.  They got paid for
every horse that they could put a regular saddle on and ride without and
bucking, crow-hopping, or otherwise ornery behavior.

I was a pretty good rider too.  I knew better than to get on a bronc but I
could handle a green broke horse.  I rode a few of them, doing pretty good
and disappointing the other buckaroos by not flying off and busting my ass
as I fell to the ground.  That, and a few cases of beer, earned their
respect and allowed me to hang around and get their stories.

Boy, I'm really reverting back and telling my cowboying stories.

I had given the nickname to the younger brother.  I called him the
Tennessee Stud or most of the time, just Stud.  Because he was Long & Lean,
Color of the Sun and his Eyes were Green.  An old country song.  It was
popular with the cowboys.  Not every nickname sticks but that one did.  All
the others on the Ranch started calling him that.

He would come over and stay late in my bunk house.  A couple of times he
would just fall asleep in one of the other bunks.  On a Sunday morning, the
day off, I woke up and looked toward the light.  Stud was standing against
the window, leaning on the wooden frame, staring out the window, holding a
big tin cup of coffee.  The steam from the coffee was rising around his
face and was frosting the window glass.  His hair was a mess, it still had
the shape of his Stetson but the bed-head just made it wilder.  He had a
Cowboy tan. His face and neck were brown as a berries, his chest had the V
from his open shirt. And his hands were rough and dark.

It made the rest of him look so much more the contrast.  I don't think he
had an ounce of fat on him, you could see his ribs but also each and every
muscle was clearly visible.  He had some of the smallest nipples I had ever
seen, even on a boy.  But they were sticking out and hard little darts.  He
was wearing only an old pair of tightie-whities that were anything but
tight nor white.  I'm not sure how they stayed up, they were loose around
his hips.  There was a big gap between his legs and the undies.  I could
see the skin of his ball sack.  And his dick was clearly silhouetted by the
light from the window.

I reached for my camera, praying that I had film loaded.  I was able to get
it focused and even did great at adjusting it so that I got more than a
black figure in front of the window.  I was able to snap 3 frames of him
before he moved.  Then a couple more as he turned and smiled.  I had to
smile and think about how skinny he really was, but also how great he
looked.

He smiled and cussed me for taking his picture.  He said he hoped I wasn't
going to use that in "my" magazine. I stood up and my condition was
exposed. I had a big case of morning wood.  And I was in shape back then
and my wood stood out and almost demanded to be noticed.  Stud pointed that
out right away, his laugh got harder as he was making fun of my condition.
It was way too late for me to even try to hide it.  I just grabbed myself
and shook it at him.  I said something stupid like, "This is why they call
me the Old Stud".  I'm not sure where I got the OLD part of that, I wasn't
that old.  I didn't think I was all that much older than he was.  I turned
out to be a little wrong about that.

After a couple more jokes, I went to pee, I didn't bother to shut the
door. You never shut the door to pee, but you had to, to shit.  Not only
would you be accused of polluting the entire bunkhouse, you were more
vulnerable to attack than anywhere else.  You could be roped, threatened
with nippers, have your jeans stolen, and on at least one occasion,
branded.  And as I peed, Stud stood there and looked at me, and talked the
entire time.  It was a long pee, at least half of the time was as I had to
struggle to pee with a boner.

Then, as I came out, he motioned to me as he moved back to the window.  I
moved up next to him and looked out the window, and he leaned into me.  It
was snowing.  Apparently all night.  Everything was coated with several
inches of snow.  Only the ends of logs of the wood pile were the only thing
not white.  And huge flakes were still coming down so thick that it was
hard to see the barn.  I could feel the chill come from the window and yet
I was being warmed by being so close to him.  We stood there looking and
making a few comments.  I caught myself scratching or playing with my
balls.  And I noticed he was doing the same thing.  If it had been any of
the other cowboys, we would have been accused of all kinds of things.  And
my boner was returning.

I shivered, part from the cold and part from my excitement I was feeling.
I quickly stepped over and grabbed an old Indian blanket.  One more
diversion of the story; those blankets were scattered around the bunkhouses
and the ranch house. I think I saw at least 3 dozen of them.  They were
supposedly cheap blankets that they got to just throw over the beds.  After
what I have seen, mostly in stories by other writers for my magazines, they
would now be worth thousands of dollars, each.

We talked about that we weren't going to go out in the snow. We were going
to be the smart ones and just stay in and keep warm.  We could hear the
hoots and hollers from the other bunkhouses as there were snowball fights
starting up.  I saw a couple of the other cowboys running by, wearing
long-johns, boots and hats.  We did venture out.  Wearing nothing but
undies, boots (with spurs still attached) and the Indian blankets, we ran
out and grabbed as much firewood as we could grab in two trips.  I was so
wishing I had something more on than undies.

The stove in the room was akin to a potbelly stove but no where near as
fancy or functional as one.  It did allow for a coffee pot to boil and had
room for one cast iron skillet.  I think back now and that skillet was our
microwave, it was used for about anything.  There was an iron pit nearby
that would serve the same purpose in summer months.  We stoked it up and
warmed the bunkhouse enough that made us realize just how cold we were when
we woke up.  I was playing the good host and I pulled out the chunk of
bologna or whatever cold cut it was, I only had one egg, a fresh one, I
thought I'd save it. And I had a pan of day old biscuits but I was a great
chef with those.  We started another pot of coffee and I timed the fried
bologna and fried buttered biscuits to come out about the time the coffee
was ready.  We pulled the old curtains back on the big window and sat near
the fire and ate.  I swear that I could see the bulge of breakfast in his
belly.

Fed and warm, we shed the blankets.  One thing about getting warm, the
scent of two young cowboys was growing ripe and strong in the room.  And it
wasn't just our clothes, it was mostly us.  I was pleased that they
bunkhouses had real toilets and sinks, and even a real hot water heater.
It was the addition of such modern fixtures that also led to holes in the
wall.  The heat from the stove just didn't want to bend near there.  The
bathroom, and especially the shower was the coldest place in the building.

I told Stud that I was stinking too bad and I had to take a shower.  He
didn't argue.  I was quick in the shower.  I was also quick to run out to
get close to the stove.  And it is true that cold causes a lot of
shrinkage.  My pubes were covering just about anything I had between my
legs.  And he didn't take his eyes off of me as I dried off and warmed up.
I did get his attention when I told him that I had a clean extra towel and
there was still plenty of hot water.  He dropped his undies by just a
little hitch in his hips, they just fell to the floor, right at the doorway
to the bathroom and he stepped out of them.  I grabbed a fresh pair of
undies.  My jeans were too dirty to put on but I didn't want to pull out a
clean pair if it meant that they would get wet if we went out into the
snow.  And no respectable cowboy has even heard of a robe, so I grabbed a
sheepskin coat.  I bought that just a week ago from the store in the little
town closest to that part of the Ranch.  It took most of the money I had
but I just couldn't resist buying it.  The wool felt fantastic, I could
imagine sleeping in that.  I still have that coat.  It doesn't fit anymore,
it has taken on a great patina.  It could be a gift if anyone would fit
into it.

When the shower turned off, I heard him say something.  I walked to the
doorway to see what he said.  I looked down and saw the undies that he had
stepped out of.  I was certain that he hadn't changed those in awhile.  A
little too nasty to even pick up.  I kicked them to the outer door and
quickly opened the door just long enough for one more kick.  I swear the
room started smelling better immediately.

Stud came out rubbing his hair.  Now bright and blonde, it really stood on
end. He had the towel wrapped around his waist.  I saw a nice bulge.  He
sought out the stove and I had just stoked it and added another log.  We
both commented about how good it felt to take a shower and get all clean.
I knew it had been a day or two for me. It turned out to be the previous
Saturday night, more than a week ago when Stud had last cleaned up.  I was
pretty sure his undies were about that old too.

With his clean blonde hair, clean hairless chest, and several layers of
dirt scrubbed off, he looked younger.  His little nipples were still cute.
His belly button was the start of a thin little happy trail.  I'm sure he
caught me looking at it as he opened up the towel and held his stuff close
to the stove.  I could just see his pubes and barely his dick coming out of
his body.  His pubes were as blonde as the hair on his head.  I moved
around with the intent of seeing what he had.  I was expecting shrinkage to
have occurred in the cold, I wanted to tease him a little to get him
back. Instead, I saw a slender long dick.  The length was substantial, but
it was the foreskin that really made me take another look.  He had a nice
long pucker, looked more like a nozzle.  From the shadows that I had seen
in his undies, I thought he would have been much bigger around.  His dick
was as thin as he was.  I wasn't even aware that he was talking to me as I
stared.  It was when he took a little teasing swing at my balls to get my
attention when I realized that I couldn't see his balls.  They were there,
tight up underneath him.  They didn't look huge but fit his body. But that
thin dick with the foreskin, wow!

He ditched the towel and grabbed the Indian blanket.  He asked what
happened to his underwear and I told him that he didn't want to put them
back on.  He giggled a little and made some remark about me wanting him to
stay naked.  I stammered about that I meant he wouldn't want to put on them
because they were so dirty and he was so clean.  But he kept talking about
how much I loved him naked.  I did notice that he was getting excited, his
dick was starting to grow and stiffen.  He wasn't quite all the way there.
Well, not until I said something and it bounced to full boner in about 3
heartbeats.  I was thinking that I had never heard him talking like this.
Although, so many of the other cowboys give each other a hard time about
all sorts of gay thoughts and actions.

It was also different with absolutely nothing hiding his reaction.  And I
wasn't really hiding either. If I moved my leg at all, my boner was going
to pop out and give my thoughts away.  I was going to try to keep it stuck
between my legs and balls.  When Stud started to handle his dick and hold
it up to the stove, he said that it really felt good to do that.  When he
pulled open his foreskin and held it so that the heat would sink in, I
moved and out popped my boner.  I think I also said a few choice words.  My
hand went to my boner and I was playing with it and my balls.  He started
doing the same thing.

We were very quiet for a little bit as we kept looking and feeling
ourselves.  And he finally said it wasn't fair that he didn't have any
undies.  I said he could wear a pair of mine, OR as he suggested, I just
take mine off.  I shivered as I bent over and pulled them off.  He took a
step forward and our boners were barely an inch apart.  I kept looking at
his dick, and then his face.  He had a huge devilish smile on his face.
And he flat out asked me if I wanted to do something.  I asked him if he
was cool with it.  I took it as a yes when he gently grabbed my balls.  I
shivered and I made a little bit of precum.  He took my hand and pulled it
to his dick.  We played with each other.  I felt all over his balls and
dick.  His balls felt a little strange being so tight against his body.  I
worked a little slack into them and could close my hand around them.  I was
fingering the outside of his nozzle.  And it was making him gasp.  We had
eased up closer to each other, my dick was feeling his pubes and I could
feel his dick touch my belly and my balls.

I was really feeling good.  I had decided that I was going to have to jack,
either him doing me or just me but I was going to cum, one way or the
other.  Then he asked me if I wanted to feel something great.  I had heard
that before when I was in school.  Normally that meant I was going to get
sucked.  I was ready for some of that.

I was very surprised when Stud let go of my junk and he leaned back a
little and he pinched the sides of his foreskin. I was watching closely as
he pulled it open.  He didn't pull it back.  I was expecting to see a dark
red or purple dick head.  I was sure that he had washed, I hadn't smelled
that cheesy scent that I recognized from uncut dicks.  Instead of showing
me his dick head, he told me not to move. He stepped up and lined up our
dicks.  Then before I could even react, he pulled his foreskin over my dick
head and the closed his hand over my dick.  I was in his foreskin!  I was
feeling the heat and slickness from being inside his foreskin.  And then I
felt his dick head rubbing on my dick head.  When our pee holes flicked
together, my knees actually gave way.  I fell to the floor and I don't
think he had any other choice but to fall on top of me. We were still
connected.  And I couldn't help but to say that over and over.  And he
laughed and asked me over and over if I liked that.  As we straightened out
on the floor, he was sitting on the top of my legs.  All his attention was
on our dicks. He pulled his foreskin to cover as much of my dick as he
could.

I was on the cold wooden floor and I was shaking.  Mostly from the cold, or
maybe from the new sensation.  I almost begged him if we could go do it on
the bed.  When I got up, I noticed that nothing was blocking with window.
I tossed a blanket over it enough to obscure the vision. When I turned
around, I saw Stud on my bed, legs spread wide apart and he was slowly
jacking his boner.  I got in the bed.  Just a single bed, really an old
army bunk that was bought from Army surplus.  I was wanting to get inside
him again.  And we both helped to put our dicks together.  I was loving the
feeling.  I would look down at his face and he would go from a huge smile
to a little grimace.  I couldn't decide if he looked cute or handsome.

Then he asked me if he could be on top.  I 'accidentally' poked a finger
into his butt as we flipped over.  I didn't make penetration but he
clenched so fast that I didn't know if I would get my finger back.  He just
laughed.  But then he got on my legs.  He stroked my boner a few times.
Wiped a drop of precum around my dick head. Then he stretched his nozzle
again.  This time, it was like in slow motion that my dick head disappeared
into him.

He was making me feel so good.  And he was jacking so that his skin was
rubbing on my dick.  I warned him over and over that I was going to cum.
He just said it would be better.  And with my dick head still inside his
foreskin, I started to unload.  He was grunting as I was grunting.  I
really thought he was cuming too.  I went empty. But he kept stroking.  I
was so sensitive that it was making my entire body jerk.  I had handfuls of
his tight butt.  I hadn't realized that he really had no butt but I was
grabbing it with everything I could.

Then he growled.  Or really a whine.  And I felt a rope shoot out, then the
second one felt like it went right up my pee hole.  And another.  The next
few just filled up his foreskin.  And there was a massive amount of cum
laying on my pubes.  And he collapsed on my chest.  We laid there,
breathing hard, hearts beating wildly, and I was loving the feel of his
body on mine.  And when he would twitch his dick, I would almost flip out
of the bed.  I felt our combined cum flow out of his foreskin and down my
boner and onto my balls.

What do ya'll think?  Enjoying it?  Want me to write more?  Let me know at
kbr4040home@gmail.com I would really appreciate your comments.  If nothing
else, why don't you go ahead and send Nifty a little contribution.  I'd
hate to see all the stories go away because they can't afford to keep it
going.