Date: Tue, 11 Oct 2011 07:28:52 -0700 (PDT) From: RedDirt Writer Subject: Wrangler Butts 1 All rights reserved by Author. Do not sell or post without permission of Author. You must be of legal age to read this story. Standard disclaimers apply. I saw a bumper sticker one time that said "Wrangler butts drive me nuts." Of course, it was some country girl driving the pickup that had it. But still, a sentiment that I could relate to. Fortunately being a grad student in an Ag school provided me with more than enough opportunities to see hot guys in tight Wranglers. Jean fashions can come and go but country boys in wranglers never change. It wasn't just the butts that I enjoyed either, the jeans showed off their package nicely too! But it wasn't until Mitch came in one fall that I really appreciated the great job that those jeans do for a cute ass. I was working in my tiny office. Not happily since I had been told that morning that I was going to share my crowded space with another graduate student. So I wasn't in the best mood when I hear. "Hey, how are you doing today?" I look up and standing in my office door is my favorite wet dream. He had the required tight wranglers with a nice full bulge in front, baseball cap on his head, fitted t-shirt that was still damp from working in the Texas heat. The short black hair and nicely trimmed sideburns made my cock jump a little. I realized I still hadn't said anything as I took in the dark stubble on his face and the coating of hair across his forearms, yes definitely jack-off material. Then he lifted his arm to push back the hat and exposed his pits and their fantastic crop of curly black hair, dripping sweat. Oh god! Finding a little bit of sanity I finally reply. "Hey, I'm good. How are you doing? You the new student working with Dr. Koch? Damn it's a hot day to be moving in!" I smiled and hoped that my throbbing cock wasn't showing since I could tell it was throbbing and pumping out precum just from his musky scent. Realizing I had again slipping into my fantasy, grinning and staring, with way too much staring. I extend my hand to him "Oh sorry, I'm Darrin" Gripping my hand like a vice he smiles and says "Great to meet you Darrin. I'm Mitch and yeah, I'm Dr. Koch's new grad student." I motion back over to the other part of the tiny room "That's your desk. Want some help carry up the rest of your stuff". "Hell yeah, I'd appreciate the help!" he grabs my shoulder and squeezes. His hand feels like fire on my shoulder, fire that flowed directly to my throbbing dick. I start shoving things off my desk, hoping my dick will soften some before I have to stand up. Finally having done everything I can to stall I push back my chair and look up at him. "Sure, lets grab your stuff. It's not going to get any cooler so we might as well get it done". As he turns to go I could have swore he smiled a little as his eyes raked across my still partially swollen crotch. As I follow him out to his pickup I couldn't keep my eyes off his tight round ass that is so well packed into the wranglers. But he does have a ton of crap to move in. Once we finally get it all carried it through the Texas summer heat into our shared office we are both soaked with sweat and smelling ripe. Looking over at my wet dream "Shit you did have a lot of crap. And I'm fucking soaked with sweat now. I smell like a high school locker room too". He smiles at me and then reaches down and grabs the mostly dry tail of his t-shirt and pulls it up to wipe his face, giving me a great view of his hairy stomach. Dark black hair fanned across his tight stomach with a sexy thick treasure trail surrounding his navel and then plunging into his jeans. I felt my cock jump and pump out yet another dose of precum. I knew I had to get out of here and get some relief or my cock was going to unload in my jeans. Mitch smiles, showing perfect white teeth framed against his tanned face with a sexy scruffy "Sure, thanks for the help. It would have taken me a hell of a lot longer". He takes another swipe at this face as I grab my backpack and practically run out the door. "Yeah man, no problem helping. But I gotten get home now so I'll see you in the morning." I barely remember the trip to my apartment. Squeezing my cock and thinking about that hard, hairy belly and those white teeth. Slamming the pickup in park and rushing through the apartment, stripping as I go. By the time I fall onto the bed I'm down to my white socks and my throbbing cock. Gripping my slimy, granite hard cock I start slowly stroking. Knowing I wasn't going to last long I slowly long stroke my steel hard dick. The sloppy sound of a wet cock assaults my ears as I close my eyes and picture my wet-dream office mate. After two or three strokes I feel my load boiling from my full and aching nuts. The guttural moans escape my lips as my over stimulated cock starts pumping out the biggest load of cum, ever. Slowly stroking my cock as it recedes to a much more relaxed state I dreamily look at my semen covered chest. Taking my free hand I start slowly smear my hot cum over my chest, matting my chest hair with my fresh load. As I float in a post-climax euphoria I start to wonder how I am going to survive spending so much time with my hot dream man... This is my first attempt at writing for Nifty. Any comments or suggestions would be welcome. reddirtwriter@yahoo.com