Date: Sun, 13 Nov 2016 22:06:19 -0800 From: Buddy Hunter Subject: The Rodeo Cowboy (Note: This is a story about a sexual encounter between a teenage boy and a young adult. It is strictly fiction and fantasy. It involves sexual practices that are considered unsafe and is not an endorsement of these practices. Please comply with the laws where you live concerning such literature, and read it only if you can do so legally. If you are offended by this sort of material, please find other things that will not offend you. If you like this kind of material, please donate to Nifty to ensure that this free resource can continue.) THE RODEO COWBOY The screen door slammed behind me as I dashed out of the trailer and raced through the trash-filled yard. The screams and moans coming from Erica's bedroom told me that Pete was once more arousing her to new levels of ecstasy. I didn't want to hear it. They were probably high again too. I hated living with my junkie stepmother. I also hated her boyfriend. Tree branches scraped against my chest as I ran up the hill. Tears of frustration filled my eyes. I hardly noticed the rocks digging at my bare feet. Deep into the woods, I whipped out my throbbing boner and quickly rubbed one out. I wished that I had a lover to fuck me too. I wanted something up my ass besides Erica's dildo. I could get off using the dildo, but I was sure the real thing would be a lot better. I wasn't going back to the trailer until Pete was gone. I considered roaming the woods and swimming in the creek, but chose the county fair instead. Another day watching the rodeo seemed like a great diversion. It was five miles into town, too far to walk barefoot, but as usual I got a ride immediately. A tanned torso, a winning smile, and tousled sun-bleached hair in need of a trim always attracted the driver's attention. Adding to the picture of innocent sensuality, a blond pleasure trail led enticingly past a missing button into a pair of threadbare jeans, where a thick seven-inch boner bulged against the thin material. Besides transportation, there was usually a blow job available too. Today was no exception. I directed the driver, good-looking and in his twenties, into a familiar secluded turnout close to town where he quickly relieved me of a load. That paid for the ride and reduced my sexual frustration, a win-win situation. I was in love with all of the rodeo cowboys, but one of the younger cowboys had captured my heart completely. I watched him during the events, but mostly I watched him between events when he took off his shirt. He was twenty years old with black hair, a dark tan, and a lean, smooth muscular body. His name, tattooed on his left arm, was Cody. He had a slow easy way of talking and smiling that got me hard and made me want to be around him more. Sitting alone in the stands, stroking my boner through my jeans, I suddenly realized that I wasn't alone. Lost in my cowboy fantasy, I hadn't noticed that Cody had quietly joined me. Turning red with embarrassment, I tried to hide the wet spot spreading out from the tip of my still-pulsating pole. "You seem to like what you see, kid," Cody observed, companionably rubbing my back and shoulders. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. "I like what I see too," he continued with a smile that made my shrinking boner come back to life. "Come on over to my trailer this evening. It's the white one with the black stripe on the other side of the parking lot. I live in the front, and my horse lives in the back. I'll teach you a few things about cowboys." I was still speechless, so I nodded my head up and down. Cody smiled again and returned to the arena. Fuck! Why did I have to be such an idiot? Why couldn't I at least have smiled? And what exactly was Cody going to teach me about cowboys? I realized I had no idea of what I was getting into. Of course, I could just fail to show up. I spent the rest of the day not focusing very well. At dusk, I walked slowly across the parking lot. With curiosity and insecurity playing ping-pong in my brain, I stood at a distance looking at Cody's trailer. The door opened and curiosity won. Cody stood in the doorway in half-buttoned jeans drying his hair. "Come on in, kid," he said with a smile. "Sit down and have a beer." As if in a dream, I stepped into the trailer. There was a one-horse stall behind the wall in the back. In the living area was a small bathroom with a shower, a complete kitchen area, a slide-out dinette area that seated two, and a couple of small closets. The front was devoted to a queen size bed. I was sure this was Cody's full-time home. Beer I knew about. There was always some in the refrigerator at the place I called "home". I sat at the table and drank. It settled my nerves and drove insecurity into the background again. "Are you hungry?" Cody inquired. "Have some fried chicken. I got a bunch of it free from one of the vendors." I hadn't eaten all day. I devoured a chicken leg, and then several more. I stared at Cody. He looked even better close up. I couldn't believe I was sitting there across the table from him. "You're a good-looking kid," he observed. "How old are you?" "Fifteen," I responded, half-expecting to be ejected from the trailer as jail-bait. But Cody apparently wasn't concerned about age. "That's when I started fucking," he said with a grin. "Those first experiences are so good. What's your best experience so far?" "Well, that would be hard to tell," I replied quite honestly, since my experiences consisted of jacking off in the woods, receiving blow jobs while hitchhiking, and getting off with Erica's dildo. "Do you like top or bottom best?" he asked. "Bottom," I replied. That answer was easy. I hoped I was passing this test. I wanted Cody inside me. Cody stood up and finished unbuttoning his jeans. The hard monster that popped out beat mine by at least two inches, and it wasn't thin either. Erica's dildo was pathetic by comparison. "Want this one?" he asked, stroking it a little to bring it up to full size. "That's gonna be too much for me," I said nervously, getting up from the table. "I think I gotta go." "No, don't go," Cody said with a smile that changed my mind about leaving. "We both know you want it. I'll teach you how to take a big one. You're gonna love it. Pull off those jeans and I'll show you how a cowboy fucks. Do you want me to use a condom?" At least I knew what a condom was. I wanted the real thing. "Nope," I replied. "I like you, kid," he said with a grin. "Me and you are gonna have some fun." I grinned back nervously as I pulled off my jeans. I had to try it. I wanted that pole inside me. "Lie down on the bed on your back," he instructed me as he took off his jeans and spread lube on his boner. Cody knelt between my legs, stroking his pole. I was scared to death. I knew that monster wouldn't fit inside me, but there was no way to back out now. "Okay, kid, I'm gonna put it in," he warned me. "Try not to make too much noise. I don't want security to get interested in what's going on." Cody slowly pushed his pole halfway in. I cried out. It hurt like hell. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked, grinning because he already knew the answer. "Nope," I replied firmly, fighting back the pain. As he pushed the rest of the way in, I bit my lip to keep from screaming. It was so tight that my boy juice was being forced out of me onto my stomach. I wondered what the fuck I had been thinking of when I decided to come there. Cody slid his boner in and out, slowly at first, then increasing his speed little by little as my hole began to accommodate him. "You're doing great, kid," he assured me. "It'll get better." Cody probed me for about ten minutes. He fucked like he smiled and talked - slow and easy. It was like he enjoyed all of life more if he didn't rush it. He was right about it getting better. A lot better. "Okay, I'm getting close," he advised me. "Do you want me to pull out before I cum?" "Nope," I replied. He grinned at me, "I like your attitude, kid. Here it comes!" With a grunt of pleasure, Cody drove in deep several times, releasing a load of cum with each thrust. "That was your first time, wasn't it, kid?" Cody inquired as he slowly pulled out his cum gun. "Yeah, it was," I admitted reluctantly. "You handled it very well," he said with a grin. "That was really hot cumming inside you. Thanks for letting me go all the way. Are you gonna spend the night with me now?" "Yeah, I would like that," I replied with a smile. "Are you gonna let me fuck you again?" he inquired. "Oh yeah! But can I have something to eat first?" I responded. Cody fed me some more fried chicken along with another beer. "Wanna do it again now?" he asked after I finally stopped eating. "Sure," I replied. "Brace yourself against the wall there," he instructed me. I had seen Pete do this to Erica once, so I knew what was coming. Cody moved up behind me. Guiding his pole to the entrance, he grabbed my hips and pushed in with one slow continuous movement. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" I cried out as he filled me. "Are you okay?" he inquired. "Yep," I responded, breathing hard as I recovered. Cody began to fuck me again in that slow and easy style that I was learning to love. My body dripped with sweat. My boner dripped with boy juice. Cody reached around with one hand and stroked my boner. "Do you like that?" he inquired. "Oh yeah!" I replied. It didn't take long. With a cry of pleasure, I pasted my cum against the wall. Cody put his hands on my shoulders and continued to fuck me. "How long do you want me to do this?" he asked. "Forever," I replied. I could almost hear him grinning behind me. "That's a long time," he observed. "Yep," I replied once again. We were silent for a while. The only sounds were Cody's steady breathing and my gasps of pleasure or pain as the fucking continued. "You like it this way, don't you?" Cody observed. "Yep," I replied. "Have you had enough yet?" he inquired. "Nope," I replied. Time and space disappeared. The only awareness I had was was the pleasure of that boner sliding endlessly in and out, in and out. Cody began stroking my boner again. As I pasted the wall, he began to unload inside. My muscle contractions as I came brought cries of pleasure from behind me. I could feel his pole pulsating as he filled me again with cowboy juice. As Cody pulled out, I stood there breathing heavily and basking in the afterglow of a good fucking. A few drops of his cum dripped onto the floor and merged with mine. We collapsed on the bed, side by side. "I love you, Cody," I said softly. I couldn't believe I had actually said it. Cody leaned over and gave me a big kiss. "I love you too, kid," he replied. "I knew I loved you the first time I saw you alone in the stands two days ago." Tears of happiness came to my eyes. I couldn't believe my good fortune that someone actually loved me, especially someone like Cody. Then I was in his arms crying away years of loneliness. He held me close and stroked my hair until I settled down. "Tell me about your life," Cody said. "There's not much to tell," I replied. "My mom died when I was young. My dad left two years ago. I live with my stepmother in a crappy trailer. I look after myself because all she's interested in is smoking dope and fucking with her boyfriend. They both would prefer to have me go away, but there's nowhere else for me to go. The good part of my life is that I can escape to the woods behind our trailer. I like it there. It's peaceful and I can listen to the wind in the trees and the creek flowing and the ravens talking to me..." I was running off at the mouth and knew that I needed to stop. "How about you?" I asked. "During the rodeo season, I compete all over the West," he said. "I'm doing well enough to make some money at it. When I'm not doing that, I work at my parents' ranch and live in the bunkhouse. So I don't have much to tell either." I wanted to live with Cody. I wanted it with all my heart, but I just couldn't say it. It was too much to ask. Early in the morning, I woke up with Cody cuddled up behind me. It was still dark, and it took a minute to realize where I was and to recall what had happened. I lay there enjoying the warmth of his body, the comfort of his arm holding me close, and the feel of his steady breathing against my neck. Tears of joy came to my eyes. Also tears of sadness that this wouldn't last. I didn't want to move, but I had to take a leak bad. When I came back from the bathroom, Cody was lying on his back with his hands behind his head. I stood there looking at his muscular body and his boner ready for action again. I wanted to do this every day of my life. "Are you ready for another round?" he inquired. "Oh yeah!" I replied, flopping down on my back. Cody knelt between my legs. Pulling me up close, he slid his pole inside. It didn't hurt so bad this time. He was fucking me a little differently this morning. It felt like when I used the dildo, only even better. I cried out as I shot cum all over myself. "Like that?" Cody asked. "Oh yeah!" I exclaimed. "It was great!" "Okay, now it's my turn," he advised me. Leaning forward, Cody began to fuck me slow and easy like before, but this time he was driving it in deeper. I don't know how long he fucked me that morning, but every minute was pure fun. I loved the look of pleasure on his face and the feeling of his warm pole sliding inside me. I didn't want it to end. The sun was up when he finally came. We both took showers and got dressed. I was shivering from the early morning chill. Cody handed me one of his sweatshirts and told me it was mine to keep. It was several sizes too large, but it smelled like Cody and I loved it. He fed me some more fried chicken, with coffee this time. "Sorry, but that's all I have right now," he said. "It's fine," I replied. "Thanks for feeding me. I'm so hungry I could eat anything." "Are you gonna watch the rodeo again today?" he asked. "Is it gonna be worth watching?" I replied with a grin. "I'll make sure you enjoy it," Cody informed me. "Are you gonna stay again tonight? I'll make sure you enjoy that too." "Sure," I replied as casually as possible, hiding the excitement I was going to feel all day. True to his word, Cody made the day worthwhile by scoring well in every event, but it would have been worthwhile even if he had lost all day. I loved Cody with all my heart. I wanted to be with him always. I wore my new sweatshirt all day, even when it got warm. I was determined to wear it always, except maybe for sleeping and fucking. On the way back to Cody's trailer, I stopped at one of the food vendors. I had long ago perfected a wistful hungry look, now enhanced by my oversized sweatshirt. This time it netted me a large pizza for the fifty cents I found at the bottom of the only pocket that didn't have a hole in it. "Welcome back, kid," Cody said as I arrived at his trailer. "Did you enjoy the rodeo today?" "I sure did," I replied with a grin. "You were great! I conned the pizza guy for our food tonight." "Thanks, kid," he said, smiling back. "The chicken guy was sold out. But I still have lots of beer." "Ready for more fun?" Cody asked after we were done eating. "Oh yeah!" I replied. "Let's start by taking a shower together," he suggested. After the shower, Cody wrestled me onto the bed, laughing and soaking wet. As I playfully struggled to escape, he repeatedly pinned me down and shot another load inside. I was soon covered with cum and lubricant, and our game began to resemble a greased pig contest. He fucked me a half-dozen ways that I would never have imagined possible. I lost count of how many times he filled me with cowboy cream, but I made him work for each load he delivered. It was still dark when Cody got up. I pulled on my jeans and sweatshirt over a body encrusted with dried cum. Cody hitched his trailer to his big Chevy pickup to head for home. He was going to drop me off at my place on the way. I wanted in the worst way to go with him. "Did you like the last two days, kid?" Cody asked me as I climbed into the truck. "I loved every minute of it," I replied with a grin. "Thanks for the good time and the education." As he pulled to a stop in front of our driveway, I could see that Pete's car was there. I was going back to the life I hated. I wondered how long I could put up with it. "Thanks for the ride, Cody," I said as I reluctantly reached for the door handle. "You sure you wanna get out, kid?" he inquired. There was a long silence while I looked through the windshield into the darkness. "I'm sure that I don't," I replied honestly. "Anything in there that you want?" Cody asked. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Maybe some clothes," I said quietly. "I'm gonna need more than one pair of jeans and a sweatshirt." "We can buy clothes," Cody advised me. "Is there anything else?" "Nope," I replied as I turned to look at him directly. "But eventually someone will report me missing. It won't be good for you or your parents when they find me with you. And what about school?" "Let me worry about all that," Cody said with a smile. "Since you're not taking anything with you and you're known to spend so much time alone in the woods, their first guess will be that you fell off a cliff. After they can't find you there, with your stepmother's lack of interest they won't be looking for you very hard." Running his fingers through my hair he continued, "My parents are gonna love you as much as I do. They'll homeschool you like they did me. With your hair trimmed and dyed black, you'll look like my little bro. And a pair of glasses will look great on you too. We can pass you off locally as my cousin who has come to live with us. No one will question that. And since I don't know your name, you can pick one that will be new to everyone." "You get to give me my name," I said with tears running down my cheeks. "We'll decide on that together," Cody replied. "We've got seven hundred miles to work on it. And when we figure out a good one, we're gonna tattoo it on your arm like mine to make it official. If anyone comes looking for you, my tattoo artist will swear he put it there two years ago." Cody put the truck in gear and started our journey into the future. I rode away from my past forever and never looked back.