Summer of Cowboy Cum

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SUMMER OF COWBOY CUM

(OR... MAMMAS, DON'T LET YOUR BABIES GROW UP TO SUCK COWBOYS)

BY COLTON AALTO

My aunt and uncle's Montana ranch was incredibly scenic, nestled along the banks of a smallish river with spectacular mountains in the distance. It was picture-postcard perfect, the kind of idyllic retreat that pops up in magazines and movies. Most people would have considered a summer there as an ideal vacation, but I wasn't most people. I was a teenager, a kid really, and the grandeur of the location was completely lost on me. I felt imprisoned, far away from the streets of my home in Chicago.

I was at the ranch because of my mom's surgery. She was doing okay but facing a two-month rehab. When she announced she needed to schedule the surgery, I briefly got carried away with the thought I'd be living by myself while she was gone. What kid wouldn't have been thrilled by that sort of freedom? But she wasn't having any part of it, quickly quashing my idea – lowering her glasses the way she did when she was exasperated with me and flatly declaring, "Charlie, don't be silly. You're far, far too young. I wouldn't rest in the hospital if I were worrying about you every moment of the day. You're not staying by yourself and that's the last I want to hear about it." I knew she was right.

My uncle and aunt volunteered to take me in and not only did my hope to live alone vanish, but my plans to hang with my friends during summer vacation went out the window too. The first few days at the ranch, I felt like I'd been marooned. The place was in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. At least if it weren't the middle, it was close enough that I could see it from my bedroom window. The spread was so isolated that even buying a gallon of milk required a long trip, much over gravel roads. Compared to Chicago, I was in a different universe.

The nearest place I could skateboard was 15 miles away, and that was nothing more than a paved road with pickup trucks zooming by at high speeds. With no teenagers to hang with, my social life went missing in action. I still texted and messaged my friends, but as the reality of my isolation sunk in, I had less and less interest in staying in touch with them. As far as they were concerned, I'd dropped off the face of the planet.

As time went on, I mostly accepted my fate and began to enjoy myself somewhat. I swapped the shorts I typically wore for jeans and got into riding horses – a novelty for me but a way of life for my uncle and his ranch hands. My uncle also let me drive the pickup trucks he used on the ranch. I didn't have a driver's license, but he said it was okay when I was only on the ranch. My aunt took a more liberal view of the law, letting me drive to the grocery store. She didn't like doing it herself and maintained that every other kid my age growing up on a ranch was driving whether or not they had a license, so I might as well too. Besides, her best friend was the County Sheriff's wife, and she was on a first name basis with everyone in the Sheriff's office.

The was, however, one thing that I enjoyed most about my summer. Plain and simple, it was ogling my uncle's four ranch hands. I turned it into a full-time job. One stud in particular, Cage, caught my attention.

He was incredible. He had a strong, chiseled jaw and a lanky, angular body with tight muscles that were coiled for quick action. He was a cowboy straight out of central casting; if you saw him on the street, you'd wonder if you'd seen him in a Western, playing the movie's strong, masculine hero. I think he was thirtysomething – clearly in the man category while I was relegated to the boy category – although he might have been in his twenties. Being outdoors and exposed to the sun constantly makes dudes look older than they really are.

Cage went out of his way to be nice to me, but the real reason for my fascination with him was simple: his fucking awesome body and the fact he dripped sex appeal, at least in my eyes. The first time I saw him shirtless, my teenaged hormones shot off the charts as I gawked at his ripped, muscular torso. Broad, built chest; hard, washboard abs; and defined, bulging arms. The stud was fond of tattoos and while I'd never paid much attention to them, I instantly became a fan, at least of the ink on him. Colorful swirls of red and black covered his arms and sides, and tatted wings blanketed his pecs, stretching to his shoulders.

The bonus was that he went shirtless more often than not; I had a hard time remembering when his chest wasn't bare, other than at mealtimes. Staring at his slender, defined body became my addiction, and his hard six pack and broad, muscular chest looked better every time I saw him.

Oh, did I mention he had a narrow waist that was incapable of keeping his jeans from settling low on his hips, exposing a dark tan line above a tantalizing ass crack and, when I was lucky, the first hint of pubic hair? He always stuffed his cock in the same place – down the left leg – and that had caused the denim to fade in a way that highlighted the stud's manhood. More than anything I wanted to touch that bulge and feel the flesh underneath it.

I'd never done anything with a guy – or a girl for that matter. In Chicago I'd been tiptoeing around the idea of liking guys, scared to go there. Whenever I thought about it, I quickly tried thinking about girls, although that wasn't working so well. Still, before the summer started, I'd have run for the hills if a dude proposed hooking up, spouting some bullshit about how creeped out I was.

But holed up on the ranch with no video games other than some crappy ones on my cell and no friends to hang with, I had nothing better to do other than eyeball Cage and his hot body. By midway through my stay, I'd spent a solid month fixated on him. The daily parade of beefcake emerging from the old-fashioned bunk house where he lived with three other ranch hands left no doubt in my mind that I was a helluva lot more interested in guys than girls. Specifically, guys who wore cowboy boots. And one in particular.

Somewhere during that first month, I mentally crossed the bridge of whether I wanted to have sex with guys and was ready to get it on with a dude. Still, I didn't anticipate it happening and I figured I wouldn't come away from the summer with anything more than vivid memories of Cage's incredible body.

I was wildly mistaken; the dude had other ideas.

Early one day after breakfast he sauntered over, grinning. "Hey, Charlie, you wanna make yourself useful? Me `n Des gotta repair the fences on the north forty, and we could use someone ta drive the pickup so's we kin hop off the back and fix things and then hop back on without havin to start and stop the damn thing all day. It'd make things go a lot faster."

Getting a chance to drive the pickup would have been incentive enough but hanging around Cage would be a huge bonus and a helluva lot better than anything else I had to do. The stud had lost his shirt after breakfast and the air was already hot enough that a sheen of sweat showed on his ripped muscles. I'd be treated to nonstop eye candy, watching his body strain as he pulled barbed wire taunt and then secured it. My cock announced its pleasure with the idea, beginning to strain against my underwear.

Cage wouldn't be the only visual diversion on the job. He rang my bells, but it wasn't like Desmond had escaped my attention. He was a mountain of muscle and a rarity – a Black cowboy. He wasn't talkative. I think I'd heard him say fewer than 10 words all summer. He wasn't as prone to go shirtless and Cage, but that made the occasions when he stripped to the waist more memorable. He'd done it often enough that I'd pretty much memorized his buff body. I was in for an awesome show of black and white muscles.

I jumped to accept Cage's offer, but my answer came out high-pitched. "Yeah, that sounds fun!" I immediately felt silly for gushing about a project the ranch hands took as drudgery.

Cage responded with a knowing grin. He tossed me an old cowboy hat, dirty and misshapen, and said, "Here, you should look the part. Ain't interested in havin a dude who looks like a city slicker helpin us." I set it on my head, sorta excited to be treated as one of the men.

When we arrived at the pickup, Desmond was already there, shirtless and leaning on the side of the truck. He gave us a quizzical look, but Cage was in his element. "I recruited some help. Charlie's gonna drive the truck." Desmond shrugged and got into the passenger seat as Cage pointed me toward the bed of the pickup. "Back there until we reach the fences."

I bounced along as we headed to fence line at the edge of the ranch. Once there, Cage showed me where to drive, warning me to stick to the two narrow lines in the dirt next to the fence that were overgrown and almost nonexistent in places. Desmond was already unloading equipment and starting on the fence.

The men made steady progress. I helped a bit, feeling guilty that I was mostly sitting around but mainly motivated by the opportunity to get closer looks at the two studs. They were like day and night, stocky and Black and lean and white, but I loved scoping out both bodies.

We broke for lunch – packed by my aunt – and finished early. It was only midafternoon when they stretched the last bit of barbed wire. Cage displaced me from the driver's seat and said, "Got a treat for ya for helping us git done so fast, Charlie. I know a sweet swimming hole upstream a bit."

The swimming hole was indeed sweet, a deep pool cloaked by a stand of aspens and ancient cottonwoods below a stretch of rapids in the river. You would never have known it was there. Cage and Desmond were quick to strip naked. The contrast between Cage's tawny brown torso and his pale white legs was striking. Desmond's dark skin lacked tan lines – no surprise there – but he looked even bigger naked than fully clothed. They waded into the cold water, diving under the surface and emerging soaked.

Cage yelled at me, "C'mon, whaddaya waiting for, city boy? Ya know how to swim, don't ya?"

I knew how to swim but was freaked out about the prospect of skinny dipping. Not the least of my worries was that I might sprout a bone, although I'd whacked off first thing this morning – fantasizing about Cage as usual – so hopefully my tool would behave, helped along by the cold water of the pool. Not wanting the men to think I was a nervous nelly, I doffed my clothes and waded in.

It took a while to get used to the cold water. I wondered if my feet would go numb if I stayed in too long. Desmond was the first to emerge and I happened to be in the perfect position to scope out his junk. His manhood swaying between his thick thighs as he climbed out of the water was hypnotizing. I thought his dong would be bigger, but that was likely the result of stereotypical misperceptions on my part about Black men having enormous cocks or maybe silly assumptions that men as muscular as Desmond had to have big shafts. Of course, his rod was soft and even then, it wasn't like it was small. Once out of the stream, he ran his hands over his skin to squeeze off some water, plopped down under a tree, and closed his eyes as the sun began to dry his dark skin.

Cage and I stayed in the water for a while longer, but it was cold enough that I was relieved when he suggested getting out. The swim had been refreshing and stimulating, and I was looking forward to letting the sun warm my skin. I was also looking forward to seeing more of the stud's naked body. He found a spot in the sun and I dropped down close to him, strategically placed so I could scope out his hot body without it being too obvious. My gaze was riveted to his junk and I was totally fixated on it now I was seeing it up close.

His cock wasn't particularly thick but looked long. Of course, it was hard to tell since it was soft. It was uncut, too, and while I'd seen plenty of uncut cocks in what had become my periodic excursions to look at porn on the internet, I hadn't seen one in person. His foreskin, covering the head of his cock like a hood, looked hugely sexual. The skin on his ball sac seemed paper thin, making his nuts look like they were barely contained. They dangled low, lusciously exposed in the sun.

Within moments, it became apparent I had a serious problem. Without the cold water to keep my rod at bay, the odds were good that I'd pop an embarrassing erection I'd have to hide. But as I happened, I wasn't the first guy to get hard. Cage's cock seemed to grow and thicken, and I gawked at it, wondering if I was imagining it getting rigid. But he lazily grabbed and squeezed it, and then stroked it a couple times, leaving no doubt that his manhood was hardening. He wasn't embarrassed in the least. He looked directly at me and said, "Damn. Swimmin always makes me horny."

Perhaps he was testing me to see if I would scream or run away, but I was riveted to the scene. He continued to work his cock slowly, grinning at me and looking directly into my eyes.

"Ya suck cock, boy?"

I practically swallowed my tongue. He chuckled as if he totally expected my panicked confusion.

"Boy like you needs to know how. I reckon you're old enough. Hell, if you're old enough to drive a truck you're old enough to suck cock. Since we jus' got in the river my dick isn't all sweaty and I even cleaned out the head cheese so's you wouldn't gag too much."

I was speechless. I'm sure my eyes bugged out. Saying he'd cleaned his cock so I wouldn't gag made it sound like he was taking it for granted that I'd suck him. At least I no longer had to worry about sprouting a bone; given the sheer terror coursing through me, my dick had forgotten about getting hard.

Cage stroked his pole several more times, seeming to enjoy my discomfort. "C'mon boy. It's high time you learned a few useful things. Like suckin a man's cock. Kid your age oughta know how to take a load offa dude's balls. Fuck, ya oughta be doing it regularly. Didn't they teach you nothin' in Chicago?"

I blinked in the sunlight, petrified and excited at the same time, while my mind raced. Cage was acting as if getting sucked off by another dude was totally normal. Hell, maybe it was among cowboys and ranch hands. After all, there weren't any women for miles and maybe he was used to one of the other dudes servicing him after a long day of work. Maybe he was used to servicing them. He looked at me as if it were totally obvious that my job was to go down on him, and I'd know that if I wasn't such a nerdy dweeb.

I was pretty sure Cage's dick had gotten fully erect, and it was amazing. He slowly pulled his foreskin down, exposing the purplish head of his tool, then rolled it back up. When he lowered his fist again with a sigh, a drop of what had to be precum leaked from his piss slit and glistened in the sun. He watched me steadily the entire time, studying my reactions. I'd spent a month wanting this, but now I was frozen in place.

"Charlie, stop being a little pussy. Lemme tell ya what's gonna happen. You're gonna git between my legs and suck me off. `Cuz that's what teenaged boys do. That's about the only thing they're good for. Ya need to earn your keep. Ya ain't good for shit if ya cain't suck cock. Git to work on my bone."

I tried to swallow, but my throat was as parched as a desert.

"I cain't believe you ain't learned to suck cock, boy. What the hell good are you? Time ya did your duty on my dick. It's what boys like you are s'posed to do. I seen ya lookin at me all summer. But that was good `cuz it told me what you wanted. Stop being a wimpy little sissy. Come an get it."

I relented. After a month of being fixated on the hot cowboy I was ready, and I wanted exactly what he wanted. In the back of my mind I knew that, for better or worse, I was about to take a fateful step and things would never be the same.

I said the first thing that came to my mind. "Um, Desmond will see me."

Cage smiled, sensing that he'd won. "So what? That boy done seen a lot worse. Done a lot worse too. Maybe that's why he's so quiet all the time. Besides, once you do me, you're gonna suck his cock too. You might like a little dark meat."

I almost changed my mind and backed out at the prospect of sucking off two dudes. It seemed so... gay. Going down on Cage was one thing, but doing both cowboys seemed worse. I glanced over at the big mound of muscles, on the ground with his back against an old cottonwood tree. His eyes were closed and he was breathing evenly. He seemed asleep.

Cage's voice changed, deeper and more threatening. "C'mon, Charlie, ya done got me horny. Git that pretty boy mouth on my cock and git it there fast. I ain't gonna tell you again. We don't fucking have all night."

I couldn't back out now. In a daze, I took a deep breath and walked to Cage, dropping to my knees between his outstretched legs. I'd been thrilled to see his cock earlier, and now it was inches from my face it was the finest fuck stick in the world. My guess that it was long proved to be true. It wasn't super thick but looked like I could put both hands around it and the head would still be exposed. It had to be eight inches, maybe nine. It was the most beautiful dick I'd ever seen. Of course, it was the only hard cock I'd seen in person, other than my own.

Time seemed to slow as I bent forward and reached for his manhood. I closed first one and then the other hand around his pulsing shaft, thrilled by how warm and rigid it was. The slab of meat was alive, and sure enough, even with one hand wrapped around the base and the other on top, the dick head was still exposed. I loved the silky feel of the foreskin covering his stiff shaft. Fucking A! I was touching another dude's hard dick!

"You like that cock boy? I kin tell you like it good. Start by lickin it, gettin it good and wet. Run your tongue all the way up and down the shaft and roll it around the head. That drop of precum at the top is for you. A little treat. A little appetizer before the main dish. Enjoy it."

He clearly wanted me to lick his precum. I bent forward, stretched out my tongue, and for the first time, it touched a man's junk. The contact sent a little thrill through me. I licked his precum like a cat drinking water. I feared it would be gross, but it wasn't. Instead, it was thick and syrupy with a hint of salt. "Squeeze some more out, so you git a good taste."

I slid his foreskin down and back up a couple of times, sending a tiny rivet of clear precum from his dick slit. I dutifully lapped it up.

"Do like I said, lick the dick. Lick it from the top to the bottom. Git to know it."

I began painting his rod with my spit, rolling my tongue up and down along the entire length of his manhood. Thick veins covered the surface, and they seemed to be alive, pulsing and throbbing. My initial nervousness abated, and my cock joined the party. It was rock hard, leaking its own pre-cum.

"Now ya gotta git your mouth on it. Go slow. Take in a little bit at a time. Watch the teeth! Wrap your lips around them so they don't scratch. Flatten your tongue and let it slide down your throat."

I lowered my mouth over his pole, feeling the head fill press against my cheeks. I gradually took more and more of it down my throat. My maiden effort at cocksucking soon resulted in my gag reflex kicking in, causing me to practically choke. "That's okay. It's gonna happen until you git good at it. Even then it'll happen some. It's good. Shows a man that yur workin hard. Breathe through your nose. Don't fight it.

"Here's how ya gotta think, Charlie. Your mouth an your throat was made to take cock. My cock. You're finally putting them to good use. My cock is coming home to be where it was meant to be. My dick fits in yur mouth perfectly. It'll feel good in your mouth, damn good. It was always meant to be in yur mouth, but you weren't old enough to handle it. Now you are. It's gonna go all the way down your throat until your nose is buried in my pubes. An yur gonna love sniffing me. Keep working at it."

It kinda did feel good in my mouth. It didn't seem possible the entire shaft would fit, but I kept at it, carefully following Cage's instructions. Inch after inch sank into my mouth and my throat, prying it open. I was almost surprised when my nose was in his pubes. His entire fucking cock was down my throat! I got a little thrill from doing what the stud cowboy wanted me to, and yeah, his musk scent was hot.

"Damn, boy, ya doin good work. Now slide up and down on it and suck hard. Suck like you're tryin' to vacuum the cum from my balls. Suck like you're desperate to taste my jizz."

I raised my head, keeping his dick head inside my mouth, and then slowly lowered it, feeling Cage's hard shaft press against the sides of my throat. I kept doing it, getting into a good rhythm, bobbing my head up and down on his rod, only occasionally gagging. I was loving the feel of his pole as it forced my throat open and thrilled by the up-close sight of his ripped body.

"Now boy, ya gotta work those balls with your hand." Okay, something new. I reached for his ball sac and tentatively closed my hand over it. It wasn't hairy and the smooth skin was damp with sweat, river water or both. Feeling his big eggs in my hand was hot and I kneaded them softly. "They ain't gonna crack. Squeeze `em hard." I applied more force, pressuring the balls inside. "Harder! Force the cum outta my balls while you suck it outta my dick." I ramped up the pressure, causing him to moan. "That's right, now ya getting it. Work those balls!"

I continued to suck and squeeze. My cock was so hard that it was almost painful. I desperately wanted to work it, but I didn't dare, instinctively understanding that when I was sucking a man's cock, my job was to pleasure the man and not myself.

"Look up at me, boy." I raised my eyes to see Cage's mouth open and his green eyes staring at me intently. "Ya always gotta look at a man you're servicin. Ya gotta show him how much you appreciate him lettin you suck his dick. Ya gotta signal to him that there ain't nothing in the world you'd rather be doin' than givin' him head. Ya gotta leave no doubt that you'll do him whenever he wants, an' all he has to do is give the word." I wasn't certain about any of that but seeing the stud's six pack, hard pecks and ripped arms was enough to keep my eyes riveted on his hot body.

I continued to suck cock, work his balls and stare at the hunk. He began pumping his hips upward slightly, forcing his rigid rod down my throat and panting. "Damn, boy. Ya doin good. Keep suckin. Keep mashing those balls. Make sure when I cum that ya swallow it all. Don't even think about spitting it out. That's disrespectful and I'll whump your ass if ya do. Keep that mouth on my cock until it completely stops."

Shit. It hadn't occurred to me what would happen when he climaxed. I probably would have instinctively pulled off his cock and if any of his jizz had gotten in my mouth, I'd have spit it out, but now I knew I couldn't make either of those mistakes. I had to swallow. The last thing I wanted to do was to disrespect the hunky cowboy. He began thrusting upward more forcibly, panting heavier and clenching his abs and his glutes. The power of his muscles as he rammed his cock down my throat left me stunned. He moaned and hissed, "Fuck yeah. Suck that cock. Suck that cock!"

His body, still damp from the river, soon was covered by a gloss of sweat that glistened in the bright sun. I felt a rivulet slide down my spine and into my ass crack, then another. The tip of my nose was wet from the sweat pooling in Cage's pubes.

"You're hungry fer it, ain't you boy? I kin see in those big eyes of yours that you are. Ya doin exactly what a boy like you oughtta do. Keep working those balls, suckin my cock and beggin for my seed."

He'd been moaning and groaning, but I was taken aback when he yelled, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Fucking eat that load!" I had no time to react before his cock exploded with a blast of hot jizz that rocketed down my throat. Startled, I stopped sucking, but he slapped the side of my head and growled, "Keep sucking that damn cock! Eat me!" I quickly resumed bobbing up and down on his manhood, getting a big mouthful of thick, hot spunk. I struggled to swallow it as his balls kept pumping. He must have shot like ten times. His fuck stick finally stopped splooging just in time, because his jizz was about to seep out of my mouth. Once the waves of ball juice stopped, I kept nursing his spent rod slowly, feeling it begin to slowly soften in my mouth.

"Hell, I needed that. Always good to git the first load out. Ya didn't do bad for a city boy. You'll git better. Ya gonna be a helluva cocksucker."

My brain was blank. I'd sucked a man's cock and swallowed his seed. The funky taste of it was still on my tongue. Cage called me a cocksucker and that's what I was.

Yeah, I knew I'd do it again. And again.

As it turned out, I did it sooner than I thought. Cage's shout as he climaxed woke Desmond, whose eyes fixed on us. Grinning, Cage pointed at him. "Now ya gone and done it. Ya hafta suck off Des too. But don't worry, he isn't huge. Gotta fat prick though. Concentrate on what I said about flattening your tongue and breathing through your nose and you won't gag too much."

Characteristically, Desmond was silent, but he pointedly pulled his junk from where it was resting between his thick thighs, leaving no doubt in my mind about what he wanted.

Cage slapped my bare butt, causing me to jump slightly. "Git over there fast before he gets pissed off. He don't say much, but ya don't wanna git him mad." Still numb about having sucked my first cock, I got to my feet and approached the stack of muscles, my bone pointing toward the sky. He spread his legs apart. He clearly wanted me in between them.

Dropping to my knees, I gingerly touched his slab of manhood, marveling about its heft and the contrast been his black skin and my white hand. If anything, his tool was darker than the rest of his skin, except for the head, which was paler. Heated by the sun, he was warm, almost hot to the touch and his ball sac hung low, dangling below his manhood. His cock seemed like a massive black snake in my hand.

His rod was beginning to thicken and while I doubted it would be as long as Cage's, it fatter by far. I couldn't encircle the base with my hand, and I wasn't certain I'd be able to get my mouth around it. But I resolved to give it a try, starting the way I'd been instructed, licking the shaft, squeezing it until some precum emerged, and carefully working the head. I massaged the ball sac too, kneading the big eggs inside. I struggled with his girth but was gradually succeeding in getting it down my throat when I felt Cage next to me.

He'd pulled on his cowboy boots to fetch a saddlebag from the truck but otherwise was naked. The naked cowboy wearing only his boots was hotter than ever in my eyes, wildly sexual and emphasizing that he was all masculine, sexy stud. "Yeah, boy, git that big black cock in your mouth. Remember what I taught ya about breathin through your nose. You know what ta do. Suck those big black balls dry."

I continued forcing Desmond's beer can cock down my throat but froze as Cage slid a finger along the top of my sweaty ass crack, then pulled my cheeks apart. "Now this is the real prize. Teenaged boys ain't good for much beyond cocksucking, but their tight little twats were made to take cock. This hairless hole is lookin mighty fine. Pink, puckered and needin dick!

He must have sensed my stunned response. "Don't worry Charlie. Ya keep working that black bone. I'll get ya good and loosened up. Remember ya gotta look at the man you're servicing, to let `em know how much you wanna suck their cock. Ya gotta be sayin thanks with yer eyes an yer mouth."

Nervous and on edge, I did as I was told. As I worked more and more of Desmond's dick down my throat, squeezed his huge balls and clamped my mouth around his tool, Cage greased my asshole with lube that must have been in the saddlebag. Once my ass was slippery, he inserted one, then two and then three fingers into my butt. My initial revulsion at having a dude play with my hole was gradually softening as he located my prostate and began massaging it. I stifled a couple of moans.

"Jus' relax, Charlie. That's what ya gotta remember to do. Boy your age needs to know how to service a man wit his mouth, but mainly wit his ass. This tight little boi pussy is gonna need some work to git it opened up, but we got time. You concentrate on givin Des an awesome blow job and lemme git this boi butt ready for cock."

Shit. Cage meant to fuck me. I'd barely sucked my first dick and now he planned to take my virginity. As I thought about it, I was okay with it. He was a man, I was a boy, and my job was to give him what he wanted. In this case it was my ass. I was ready to get it over with. You always remember your first time and getting deflowered by a hunky cowboy in the open air next to a lush swimming hole was about as good as could get.

Desmond was just as silent as normal as I gave him head. Not even a moan or grunt. It took a helluva lot of work, but I got his entire shaft down my throat, which felt stretched and sore and probably would feel that way for a week. I began to slide my mouth up and down, letting the fat cock invade my mouth until my nose was buried in the man's pubes.

Meanwhile, Cage played with my asshole in ways that I'd never contemplated. I mean, I'd seen plenty of porn where dudes ate another guy's shitter, usually as a prelude to fucking it, and I kinda thought it was gross and never paid much attention. But the way Cage was massaging and working my ass made it feel amazing. I sorta wished he'd wait until I was done blowing Desmond so I didn't have so much going on at the same time. Too much stimulation.

I was startled when Desmond grabbed my head with his massive hands and began guiding it up and down on his fuck stick. Maybe he didn't like the way I was sucking, or maybe he just wanted to be in control. He began thrusting upwards with his hips as he shoved my head down, driving his thick dick farther and farther into my throat. I struggled to breathe, suppress my gag reflex, and keep my slobber to a minimum. The stud was delivering my first face fuck.

He accelerated his pace and rammed my mouth for a good five or six minutes before clamping my head down into his crotch as his balls erupted. Wave after wave of thick ball juice surged into my mouth and I fought to swallow it all. Luckily, I'd gotten a deep breath just before he shot because I was helpless. His cock stopped spewing spunk and he released his grip on my head just in time to let me get a breath of air. I remembered to finish the job by squeezing the last dollop of nut from the stud's thick dick. I stared at him as I licked the pearl of cum, but his expression was hard to read.

I was still recovering when Cage spun me around and shoved his soft cock into my mouth. "Git this cock hard so's I kin fuck your little ass cunt, boy. Ya done got me started and now ya gonna use that boi butt to git me off agin. Your hairless puckered hole is jus' beggin for its first cock."

I wondered how Cage knew I hadn't taken a dick in my ass before, but I suppose it was obvious. It didn't take long to coax his cock into an erection. There was still some spunk underneath his foreskin, and I couldn't help but compare the taste of the two loads I'd eaten. Cage's might have been sweeter, Desmond's saltier.

I was apprehensive as the cowboy pulled his long dong from my throat and taken aback when he slapped it across my face a couple of times. "Ya done got me hard, boy, so now I gotta shove this rod in your boi butt. It's gonna hurt but ya gotta take it like a man. So ya shut your mouth an don't complain. Your little hole is gonna make me feel damn good."

Despite his threat to shove it in, Cage was careful, slowly penetrating me and giving me time to relax. Still, there were times when I flinched and complained about the pain. But the dude was relentless and determined, and I finally felt his pubes press against my smooth ass cheeks. My ass felt so full of cock that I was pretty sure it would never be the same.

Having fully penetrated me, Cage paused to let me relax. "Ya doing good, boy. High time ya learned how to take cock in this tight hole. Boy your age needs ta make a man feel good. I'm surprised they ain't teached ya to take cock in Chicago."

He began moving in and out, slowly at first. My ass felt like it was on fire and I wondered if I could take it. But Cage sensed my problem and pulled out, letting me relax while he bent over and reached for my stiff, drippy cock. He closed his hand around it and began to stroke, slowly at first and then more rapidly. He slid his fuck stick back inside me and timed his thrusts so that his hand stroked me each time he drilled his dick into my formerly virgin asshole.

Somehow, the presence of his rod in my hole began to feel good. Incredibly good. He seemed to know how close I was, pulling off my cock whenever I was on the verge of shooting. Our bodies were drenched in sweat and Cage's hard pecs pressed against my back. He whispered in my ear, "Ya doing good for the first time, kid. Next time it'll be better." I didn't know if he meant he was going to fuck me again or if he just meant the next time I got fucked it would be easier. Regardless, I knew I'd crossed a line and would be getting buttboned again. And again.

I was desperate to cum. Another dude had never touched my cock or jerked it, and the sensation was incredible. Not to mention that my prostate was firing on all cylinders, keeping me on the verge of a shattering climax. But Cage soon made it apparent I had a job to do and it didn't involve my cock.

"Clench your ass around my fuck stick, boy. Ya gotta work it. Yer ass is s'posed to be sucking the cum outta my balls, just the way yer mouth did earlier. Ya gotta learn to service a man. Ya don't jus' bend over and take it. You massage that cock with your hole like you're desperate to git bred by a man."

I followed instructions, trying to grip and release his cock with my ass, although I don't think I was doing a very good job. At least the effort took my mind off my own dick, although I remained on the cusp of a huge climax.

"That's right, boy. Ya doing good. That's what a teenaged boy twat is supposed to do. Boys like you were made for this. Made to take a man's cock. Like we say, `when they ain't no girls, boys will do.' Ya keep that ass doing its job."

Damn. Getting fucked felt great. I somehow knew I'd be getting boned a lot; this was merely the first in a long line of bottoming experiences for me. I slipped my hand down to my own hard on and squeezed, stroking it a couple of times. That brought a swift rebuke from Cage. He grabbed my hand and wrenched it behind my back. He wasn't gentle.

"What the fuck?? You ain't gettin off. Sorry, Charlie. Yer fergettin what you're here for. Ya gotta job to do an it don't involve you jerking your dick. Ya gotta learn to concentrate on the cock that's inside you and nuttin else.

"I mean, it's real good that sucking and getting fucked turns you on, `cuz that'll make it easier for you ta take cock. I like a boy who's eager to help a man out and don't have to be told twice. But a man don't let his boy mess, `specially when he's got his dick in the boy's butt. You do your job, make sure my balls are drained, and then maybe I'll let you beat off." He paused. "Nah, you ain't beating off. If a boy likes it, keepin him hungry for it is better, so you best jus' keep your hand off that dick until you get back to Chicago. When you're there, you kin beat off as much as you want."

Shit. I'd been jerking off to my fantasies about Cage at least once or twice a day all summer. Now that the fantasies had become reality and beating off would be even better, I wasn't supposed to touch my dick. I couldn't even cum while he was plowing my ass or face fucking me. More significantly, he made it sound like he planned to make me give him head and fuck my boi butt for the next month, until I headed back to Chicago. That gave me a warm feeling inside and somewhat offset the frustration of not being able to climax. Hell yeah I wanted to get it on with the hot cowboy again. And again. I'd keep my hand off my prick. I'd be wildly crazy for sex, but I guess that was exactly what Cage wanted.

What I didn't understand was that he wanted an insurance policy. Keeping his cock wedged in my butt, he pulled some rope from the saddlebag. "Arms behind your back, Charlie." I did as I was told, and he quickly tied them together. "Now ya won't be tempted to touch your pud. You concentrate on that ass. Enjoy how my big dick feels inside it an do your job. Work that hole so it makes me feel good."

He resumed thrusting into my formerly virgin asshole while I tried my best to follow instructions, forgetting about my drippy rod and instead tightening my hole around his fuck stick. His chest pressed against my back and his arms wrapped around my stomach and chest. Without my arms to support the weight of his upper body, my abs soon began to feel it. "Fuck, baby. Your little boi butt is dynamite. Been too long since I busted a hot twink's cherry. You're working my dick like a goddam milkin machine." That only caused me to redouble my efforts to play with his cock. Damn. I wanted him to cum inside me. Well, a mouthful of his cum was already inside me, but I wanted the stud to seed my ass too.

Overcome with desire, I panted, "Fuck me! Fuck that ass!" Straight out of the last porn video I'd watched.

"Hell yeah, bitch. I'm gonna fuck you into tomorrow. My dick's gonna go so far inside your twink twat that you'll be able to taste my jizz when I shoot!" He started pounding me harder and harder.

Cage's transformation was complete. He was no longer the dude who took it easy on me, walking me through cocksucking and bottoming, massaging my ass until I was relaxed and ready. He'd tied my arms behind me, called me a bitch and threatened to pound my boi pussy. But I'd asked for it, and I found it kinda hot that he was treating me as a piece of meat, an ass to be fucked rather than a young boy from the city who needed to be coddled and taught how to handle dick. It was a turn on and made me feel like more of a man. Well, more of a boy who was hungry to get buttfucked and loving it.

Cage continued to pummel my ass, occasionally growling about how tight it was or how good a fuck I was. It did wonders for my ego. A hot stud cowboy was boning me and liking it.

At some point he decided only tying my arms wasn't enough. He paused plowing my ass long enough to loop the rope securing my arms around my neck, tying it so that I'd choke myself if I lowered my arms. I was sorta alarmed and maybe a little claustrophobic about the rope around my neck, but I didn't think Cage would let anything bad happen. He seemed satisfied with his rope work. "Yeah, this is better. Rope looks good on ya, Charlie."

I didn't think he could ramp up the action more but he did, pounding my butt even harder and faster. With his hard, muscular body, the dude could pack a punch and he was delivering it with his long dong. Every so often when he moved just right, his dick hit bottom inside me and hurt like hell, but I gritted my teeth, telling myself to shut the fuck up and take it. I wasn't certain what he would have done if I had complained. Maybe he would have let up, but I had a suspicion he would have taken the opportunity to teach me a lesson by ripping my asshole even harder. It was apparent he viewed teenaged boys as being good only to be used sexually – and yeah, abused. It wouldn't have surprised me to hear him say, "Fuck you bitch. Shut the fuck up an take it like a man. You better make it good for me `cuz that's whut you're here for. Yeah. You're gonna suck my cock and take in up the butt `cuz I feel like bustin a nut in your hole. So don't give me no lip or you'll wish you'd stayed quiet."

Cage rammed his cock all the way inside me, causing me to wince and grimace. He paused for a few seconds, seeming to enjoy how his fuck pole impaled my ass as he ground his crotch into my butt cheeks. He pulled my head back with the rope, growling in my ear, "You like a man's cock inside your boi butt? You like gittin bred, boy?"

Well, I did, so I saw no reason not to admit it. "Yeah," I panted, struggling to keep my back arched so I didn't choke myself.

"Ha! Don't matter whudder ya like it or not, that's whut ya here for. Me and Des gonna teach you how ta take cock and how ta do the job right. Boy gotta learn." He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, grinding his cock in my butt. It was hot that he'd long since stopped treating me gingerly but rather was using me as a piece of meat. As uncomfortable as the rope around my neck was, that was kinda hot too. Bound and pounded by a naked, inked hunk still wearing cowboy boots. Yeah, my first time was gonna be damn memorable.

Cage got into a pattern of shoving his cock deep into my guts and holding it there for a few seconds before pulling out, jamming his tool back inside me and fucking me frantically for several minutes before starting the process over. I guess he was edging, enjoying my ass for as long as he could before nutting. It was probably a good thing that I couldn't touch my cock because I'd likely have blown my load, and getting buttbanged might not have felt good after that. Even so, there was a real risk that I'd cum handsfree. My precummy rod jumped each time Cage slammed into my butt, but I forced myself to concentrate on my hole, clenching it around the long dong inside me.

Panting heavily, the stud passed the point of no return. He slammed into me one final time and shouted, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" My ass felt sloppier and wetter with each spurt of nut.

Catching his breath, he stayed inside me for a minute or two after sperming me. When he pulled out, my ass felt empty. Stretched wide, but empty.

It wasn't empty for long. Cage got to his feet and said, "Shove that big black cock inside the bitch and breed him good, Des. We gotta open the boy up so's he kin take cock from anybody and everybody. I done went easy on him at the beginin, but we ain't coddlin him anymore." Desmond didn't respond – no surprise there – but I felt him behind me, probing my hole with his fat prick. He'd lubed it up and between that and the load of cum swimming inside me, he penetrated me easily as he pressed into me.

I was exhausted and without my hands to support me and facing another buttbashing, I slumped to the ground, my shoulders and face in the dirt. I heard Cage snicker behind me. "Better keep that ass raised high, boy. Let's git you tied right so it stays that way." Desmond pulled his cock from my hole and Cage untied my arms, leaving the rope dangling from my neck, and quickly roped my wrists to my ankles. I was helpless, unable to raise my head off the ground. "Tha's a good position for you, Charlie. Keep that back arched so's he kin git all the way inside you. That way he knows how much ya want it. Ya want it don't ya?"

I'd come this far and yes, I wanted to get fucked again and get fucked by Desmond. "Yeah, I want it."

"Ha! Thought so. You're gonna get bred by a big Black man, Charlie. You let him do what he wants to you. Fuck, he will anyway, but you do what I taught you. Work that ass around his fuck stick and bring him off."

Desmond resumed his assault on my ass, pressing his fuck stick into me. I guess my butt must have relaxed a little when he pulled out, because this time his dick felt better. However, the muscle stud wasn't making much progress, and he growled, "Too tight."

I hadn't heard him say anything for days, maybe weeks, so I was surprised to hear his voice. Cage had a ready response. "Des, no ass is too tight. Opening a boy up the first time is jus like breaking a bronco. Don't' let up, do `em right and then you can ride `em for a long, long time until they git too old. Shove that black bone inside the boy and break him in good."

Desmond returned to the task of completely penetrating me, gradually pressing into my ass and wrenching it farther and farther open. About the time my hole relaxed enough so that his prick wasn't too painful, he'd sink another inch into me and my butt would return to protesting the invasion. Several times I was certain that the stud was in as far as he could get only to feel him sink even deeper into my stretched fuck chute.

He wasn't as long as Cage but was thicker. It took him a while to force his fat prick all the way into me, stretching me to the max, almost to be point of splitting my ass wide open. He finally bottomed out, then wasted no time in beginning a methodical, thorough pillaging of my helpless hole. His thick prick forced it to yield each time it slid inside me.

Rather than starting and stopping like Cage, Desmond kept a steady pace, driving his dick into me and then pulling almost all the way out before repeating the fuck, over and over. His huge hands held my hips the way they'd held my head when he face-fucked me, and he started pulling me back as he thrust forward. My ass relaxed and didn't feel as stretched. Instead, the stud's manhood pressed against my prostate and sent shivers through me, straight to my cock. Once again, I wished my hands were free so I could work it, but without that option I concentrated on my hole, loving the sensations from my prostate and clenching my butt around Desmond's big black cock.

Having climaxed once already, it took Desmond a while to jizz my ass the second time. It happened almost without warning. The stud picked up his pace slightly, but I had little warning that he was about to shoot before he rammed his butt buster into me one final time and his rod lurched, spewing ball juice in my boi pussy. The stud never said a word and was barely panting as he pulled out of my cummy hole.

I was relieved when Cage untied my arms. But the lanky cowboy wasn't done with me. He promptly rolled me onto my back and pulled my arms over my head, retying them behind an aspen tree. "Cain't let ya work that cock, Charlie. Not when I'm fixin to fuck your little hole agin. Since we done got your boy butt ready for cock, I reckin I'm gonna have me some fun wit it."

I watched with a combination of trepidation and excitement as he collected more rope from the saddlebag. He was still naked except for his cowboy boots and if anything, his body looked sexier than ever. His long dong was sorta semi-hard, swaying between his lean legs. Grinning at me, he said, "Let's git that hairless ass crack of yours into position for some good fuckin."

It was becoming apparent that Cage's fascination with rope and tying me up had little to do with any threat that I might jerk off. But I was totally into it. I'd never thought about bondage but being helpless and completely in his control was damn exciting. My prick was throbbing the entire time he worked on me.

The dude knew how to tie a rope. When he was done, my knees were at my ears, roped together behind my neck. My ass was raised and exposed, and my own hard on was practically in my face. I'd been erect for what seemed like hours, and my cock was throbbing and almost painful.

Admiring his handiwork, Cage lubed his cock and stroked it into an erection, pulling his hand off his shaft occasionally to spank my bare buns. My ass soon began to sting. "This is one fine boi butt ya got here, Charlie. Smooth as a baby's butt and without a hair anywhere near it. Nice bright red color, too, now that I used my hand on it. This ass begs to be smacked around."

He seemed to consider his comment then smiled faintly, bending down to fetch his belt from his jeans. He snapped it a couple of times, scaring me shitless. "I'm gonna hafta whump ya a couple of times, Charlie. Ya done good, but a boy needs ta know what'll happen if he fucks up." The first blow stung and I gritted my teeth as he delivered six more. They weren't hard enough to break the skin, maybe not even hard enough to leave welts, but they were hard enough to make my tender ass burn like crazy. What surprised me was that my cock never softened and the feel of leather on my bare skin only seemed to make it harder. I should have been a limp as a wet noodle but I was rock hard. I was almost sorry when he stopped.

"This is an ass that begs fer it, Charlie. Ya see it and ya think, `my cock needs to fuck that ass.' You wanna get it agin, don't you, boy?"

Sex was new to me, my hole was sore and tender after taking two loads, and my bare buns stung. I felt like I was experiencing sex from a fire hydrant. But I wasn't saying no. I squeaked, "Yeah."

"Shame it took us a month to git here, but we're gonna make up for lost time." The stud squatted down, aiming his pole at my helpless hole.

The second time Cage penetrated me, there was no caressing and coaxing my hole, no careful preparation of it, no gentleness when he entered me. He rammed his dong into me and kept forcing it deeper until his pubes were pressed against my butt cheeks and his pole was fully imbedded in me. "Damn, Charlie. I do like a wet, sloppy boi hole, and yours is the best. Ain't had to slap you around and tell ya to shut the fuck up at all."

I puzzled over the apparent disconnect between Cage whipping me with his belt and then saying he hadn't had to slap me around. Whatever.

"Ya like getting bred, boy?"

"Yeah."

"I kin tell."

Unlike Desmond's measured thrusts into my fuck chute, Cage picked up where he left off, pounding my boi pussy furiously and brutally, stopping, and then doing it again. On my back, I stared at his ripped body as he ripped my hole. The tatted wings on his broad chest almost seemed to float as he rammed his fuck stick into my ravaged hole.

I kinda liked being on my back, partly because I could see the dude's incredible body but also because his dick seemed to hit my prostate more. Maybe I was just more cognizant of it after Desmond crushed it. My cock was leaking pre-cum that left a wet smear on my chest. As much as I wanted to stroke it, with my hands behind the tree there was no way that was happening. It was hugely frustrating but also kind of a turn on. I'd become the cowboy's sex toy.

He railed my ass. With my legs raised so high, his cock didn't hurt when he was all the way inside me. Maybe he and Desmond had just opened me up the first time they buttfucked me. Sweat soon coated his face and made his torso shine. His abs flexed each time he thrust inside me, capturing my attention with their rock-hard, rock-like form.

"Fuck yeah! Ain't had a twink ass this smooth and tight in too long. Easy to ferget how good a boy's butt can be to fuck."

Cage's third climax of the afternoon didn't take much longer than the first one. He began panting, forcing his long dong deep inside me and holding still, then pulling out and slamming back in. He didn't seem to be edging as much as the first time and before long I sensed he was close. Sure enough, he frantically drove his dick into my guts and shouted, "I'm fucking cumming! I'm fucking breeding and seeding the boy!" His spunk surged into me, making my sloppy asshole even sloppier.

His fuck stick gradually softened after he shot his wad, but he ground it inside me a couple of times, seemingly sorry that he wasn't still pounding me. When he pulled out, he squatted down on top of me and guided his cummy cock to my lips.

I froze. There was no way I wanted a dick in my mouth that had just been in my ass. Cage sensed my reluctance. "This here's important, Charlie. After a man fucks you and shoots his manseed inside you, ya gotta show how much you appreciate whut he done fer you by cleanin off his tool. Nobody wants to stuff a cummy cock into his jeans. If ya got a dude dirty, it's your responsibility to clean up your mess. An ya better fucking do it without bein asked."

Shit. Cage would believe I'd disrespected him if I refused, so I tentatively opened my lips. The stud slid his donkey dong into my mouth and down my throat. It tasted a little funky but not awful. I made sure to dig out the mixture of precum and sperm that was jammed under the dude's foreskin.

After I'd cleaned his cock, he untied me – sorta reluctantly – and we took a quick dip in the swimming hole to wash off. I wondered why he'd had me clean his cock when we were gonna get in the water anyway, but it wasn't a question I was going to ask. We barely dried off before climbing into the truck.

Bouncing around in the back of the pickup was not conducive to keeping three loads of cowboy jizz inside my ass, and each time we hit a bump I felt some seep from my stretched hole and soak into my underwear. I might have to wash them out when I got back to the house to keep my aunt from wondering what was caked on them.

We stopped to make a quick repair on a gate, and when Cage and Desmond finished, Cage said, "I need ta chat with Charlie on the way back. Mind if he rides up front, Des?" Desmond shrugged and climbed in the back, stretching out and looking completely relaxed. Cage turned to me with a smile. "Hop in, Chas."

It caught my attention that he'd called me Chas. I kinda liked the name. Charlie sounded like a little kid, but Chas was more adult-like. I might just take the name back to Chicago at the end of the summer.

Once we were on our way, Cage said, "Chas, you're a good cocksucker and ya gotta nice, tight twink twat. Real nice. An ya take dick real good – hell, way better than most dudes. Ya follow instructions, too, without givin me no lip. Don't even mind my belt. You're a good kid.

"Jus' so we understand each other, you're not gonna say nothin' about what happened at the swimmin hole to your aunt and uncle, right buddy? You're smart enough to know that what we do is jus' between us an' you're not gonna blab about it, right, bro?"

I nodded. I hadn't confronted what I might say to about my afternoon at the swimming hole, but it took me a nanosecond to realize my new status as the cowboys' bottom was about the last thing I would ever raise with my aunt and uncle or, for that matter, my mom or anyone else. Hell, I wouldn't even mention it to my best friend in Chicago, even though I thought he might be gay like me. He was a skinny Black dude with a slab of meat between his legs that I wouldn't mind taking in my ass, but that wasn't my current focus. Right now, I interested in cowboy cock.

"Good. Cuz like I said, boys your age are only good to suck cock and take it up the ass. So that's whut you're gonna do. Ya done real good today bud, but I like to get off a couple of times a day, so I'm gonna let you take care of my cock for the rest of the summer. That good?"

"Um, yeah." That resolved any question about whether my foray with Cage was a one-time-only sex session. I was kinda excited that the hunky cowboy would be depending on me to get him off. Hell, I was ready to go down on the stud and bend over for him anytime he wanted.

"I like that you're into gettin buttboned and face fucked. That's good, `cuz I won't hafta knock ya around to make ya do whut you're s'posed to. Well, maybe bend you over my knees and tan your hide a little with my belt ta git us both in the mood, but nuttin serious. You're gonna help me around the ranch, so's your mouth and ass are around whenever I wanna nut. Do exactly what I say, keep yer mouth shut `cept when I tell ya to open it for my cock, an we ain't gonna have no trouble." That sounded good to me. I'd gotten bored hanging around the house all day except for occasional horseback rides or shopping trips, and maybe I'd get to drive the pickup some more. A couple of good face fucks and butt bones delivered by the hunky cowboy would be a helluva lot better than how I'd spent the last month. Hell, getting tied up and feeling his belt across my bare ass would add a little excitement to the day.

"Jus' a little advice, Chas. Des prolly won't wanna do you more than once a week, maybe even once every two weeks. But when he gits interested, ya better give him whut he wants and do it fast. As for Eduardo and Elki, ya best stay away from those boys. They'd probably hog tie you, get drunk while they take turns on your boi butt, and then pass out before untying you. When they woke up, they'd pass you back and forth agin an take their hangovers out on yer ass."

Eduardo and Elki were the other two ranch hands. With their brown skin, dark eyes, unruly shocks of black hair, and thin, wiry bodies, they could almost have been twins. Bizarrely enough for a cowboy in Montana, Eduardo was from the mountains of Peru. Elki was a Native American from California. I wondered how getting hog tied and being passed around would be all that different from what Cage and Desmond had done to me, but I didn't say anything. Getting abused by the ranch hand duo sound awful and terrible. And... um, intriguing and hot. Amazingly hot.

When we reached the house, Cage praised me effusively to my uncle, telling him that I'd been a huge help and making it sound like I was ready to be a full-time ranch hand. He asked if I could help the next day when the four ranch hands were planning to brand cattle. My uncle beamed, giving me the biggest smile I'd seen from him all summer. He was happy that his spoiled, city slicker nephew was finally making himself useful and learning what to do on the ranch. He quickly agreed.

As Cage headed into the bunkhouse to clean up, he stopped where Elki was leaning against the wall and I overheard him say, "Told ya. Boy has a juicy ass and sucks dick like a pro. Got him nice an broken in. Gonna enjoy mountin him an breedin his tight little twat fer the rest of the summer. I won our bet fair and square, so's you owes me." Elki frowned and glared at me, his dark eyes suspicious. He seemed to look right through me like he could control me with only his smoldering gaze, and I felt a little weak. I knew right then that I wouldn't steer clear of Elki and Eduardo despite Cage's warning. His prediction of what they'd do to me turned out to be eerily accurate. But that's another story...

That night I dropped off to sleep with the decrepit cowboy hat Cage gave me on my pillow. Silly, but I thought I could smell some of him on it. My cock was hard and protested my rare failure to jerk out a load, and I was sorely tempted. Simply recalling Cage's awesome naked body or Desmond's thick dick would have been enough of a visual to get me off multiple times. But I knew the lanky cowboy would disapprove, so I reluctantly held off. Good chance that he'd find a spot tomorrow where he'd tell me to be a good cocksucker and get him off as well as a place to tie me in knots and fuck my ass repeatedly. The front seat of the pickup would be good for blow jobs and the bed of the truck would work fine for fucking. Of course, Cage probably had more creative ideas.

The summer became my summer of cowboy cum. I learned a lot. How to ride horses. How to drive. How to throw a rope. How to suck cock without gagging too much. How to relax my hole so I could take big dicks in my boi butt. How to hold multiple loads in my ass so they didn't dribble into my underwear. How to study a man to figure out exactly what he wanted to do to me – and even what he didn't yet realize he wanted to do – and then signal that he could take me whenever and however he wanted and I'd respond with happy eyes and a big smile that left no doubt how grateful I was for what he'd done to me.

I grew up pretty fast. I went from being a clueless kid sorta thinking about sex to a teenager who'd experienced just about everything that a dude could do to another dude with his dick. I survived getting mounted regularly by horny cowboys, having my brains fucked out on a daily basis, and riding a stud until I could barely lift myself off his big tool – all while bound in every position imaginable by Cage's amazing rope work. Charlie would forever be a naοve, dopey kid who was nothing but a faded memory by the time I headed back to Chicago. Chas was the dick-loving, cocksucking bottom boi who left Montana ready for whatever.

THE END

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