Date: Sun, 23 Nov 2003 15:41:41 EST
From: Chartoe@aol.com
Subject: Queer For Cowboys 1

This is a totally fictional story that comes from the fantasies of an
older man who grew up watching the great western cowboy stars. This
story has many sexual encounters of cowboys and a young boy growing up
around them. The story is based on what the older man would have loved
to have done if he was the boy during this time period. All comments are
welcome at chartoe@aol.com


			  Queer  For  Cowboys  1

	I can't remember all the details as to how I came to live with Jake
Stone, but have been told that I was found out on the prairie after an
Indian raid and had been left to die.  Some cowboy had came across me and
brought me into town.  Jake Stone at the time had a wife who had lost two
children to the harsh living in the west and took me in.  No one objected
since life was so hard and as long as they didn't have to deal with me it
was fine with them.
	I was younger than five when I started living with the Stones and
was around nine when Mrs. Stone caught some fever and died.  I stayed close
to Mr. Stone from then on and was always hanging around his blacksmith shop
and stable.  He had the only one in town so if anyone wanted their wagons,
or horses worked on they had to come to him.  He also kept a shack in the
back with six bunk beds that he rented out to the cowboys that couldn't
afford the cost of the rooms at the hotel or over the saloon.
	Being around the stables and blacksmith shop I got to see some of
the cowboys when they used the watering troughs to bathe.  I also got to
see the animals fucking too.  So I grew up early with the knowledge of what
a cock was used for.  It was also around this time that I found that I
loved to play with my own little cock.  Several times Mr. Stone had caught
me playing with myself and had only told me that I should do it where no
one could see me.
	One of my favorite places was inside the barn where the smell of
the horses was the strongest.  It had gotten to the point that whenever I
entered the barn my cock would instantly get hard.  This was usually where
Mr. Stone caught me playing with myself and it had been so often that he
didn't seem to be surprised when he did.  He started telling me if I didn't
slow down that there would be nothing to jerk on when I got old enough to
shoot.  I was puzzled with this because I didn't know about shooting.
	One of the times when I was playing with myself, Mr. Stone walked
in the barn and caught me.  He told me that if I really wanted to see what
a cock was used for that I could watch as he used his prize stallion to
breed one of the mares that was in season.  He told me to stay where I was
and he would bring the horses inside.
	He brought the mare in first and tied her to one of the post in the
middle of the barn.  He left and brought in the black stallion.  The
stallion started sniffing the air and bouncing his head up and down as his
lips seemed to curl up over his teeth.  He stepped up behind the mare and
sniffed her ass before he mounted her.  I saw his cock that was as long as
my leg and very hard.  He thrust a few times but his cock only slid over
the back of the mare.  Mr. Stone reached up and grabbed the cock, which
sent chills through my body.  He guided the cock into the mare's wet
looking pussy.  When the stallion thrust forward just about all of its cock
disappeared inside her.
	The breeding didn't last long at all and when the stallion stepped
back his cock fell out of the mare's pussy.  I watched as a stream of
sticky cum trailed from the flared head of the cock.  I looked over at
Mr. Stone and asked him what it was and he explained that it was what comes
out when a man or animal shoots.  He said it is also what makes babies or
colts.  I looked back at Mr. Stone and noticed that his pants were bulging
out in the front.
	He took the horses back to the corral before he returned and told
me that I should go inside and wash up for dinner.  I started to the house
but remembered something and headed back to the barn.  Just as I entered I
noticed that Mr. Stone was standing in one of the stalls with his back to
me and I thought he was taking piss.  Before I got to the side of the stall
I could see his hard cock standing out as his hand continued to rapidly go
back and forth.  He had his eyes closed and apparently didn't hear me
coming back in.  I was about to say something when I saw the stream of
white cum shooting out of it.  Mr. Stone moaned each time the liquid spewed
across the stall.  I grabbed at my own cock and my body started to shake as
the greatest feeling I had ever had came over me.
	From then own I tried to catch Mr. Stone jerking off so I could
watch but I guess he did most of his playing while I was sleeping.  We had
started getting different men staying at our little bunkhouse and I found
that I could make an extra penny or two by cleaning their boots or taking
their clothes to be washed by the Chinese man that lived at the end of
town.  I got to where I would hang around when new men came and rented a
bed because almost every time they would clean themselves up before going
to the saloon.
	I managed to find things to do when they wanted to bathe which gave
me the chance to see what they looked like naked.  Some of them only
stripped down to their underwear but once they got wet there was nothing
left to the imagination.  I was really curious about all the different
sizes of cocks I had managed to see.
	Every now and then one of the men would give me a special show when
they knew I was watching them.  I found that the older men seem to know
what I was doing more than the younger ones.  Even had one ask me if I
wanted to play with it and for a second I almost did.  He must have noticed
that I was thinking it over so he told me that anytime I wanted to see what
a grown man felt like that all I had to do was ask.  I felt my little cock
getting hard so I left the man to finish his bath so I could find some
place and play with myself.
	Later that evening I noticed the man was heading to the bunkhouse
while the other men went into town.  Mr. Stone told me he was going into
town too and that I should be sure and close the house up when I went to
bed.  I watched as he got out of sight before I headed toward the
bunkhouse.
	When I went inside the old cowboy was taking his pants off and hand
nothing on but his long johns.  He asked why I was visiting and it took me
a few seconds to get up the nerve to tell him I wanted to feel his cock.
He grinned at me and told me to be sure and shut the door as he moved over
to the bed.  I stepped back over to him and noticed he had leaned back and
had his legs spread with his arms crossed behind his head.  I stopped and
waited for him to tell me what to do but he said I was to do whatever I
wanted.
	I moved onto the cot between his legs when he told me that I
probably would have more fun if I removed my boots and clothes.  I quickly
removed my boots, shirt and boots but kept my underwear on.  When I looked
back at the cowboy's crotch I could tell it had grown some.  I reached down
to feel of his cock and could see my hands shaking.  When my hands touched
the hard cock beneath the underwear the man moaned.  This was all I needed
to get my courage up as I opened his fly and fished his cock out.
	I had to use both hands to reach all the way around the hot hard
shaft.  The man moved his leg until it was between my legs and gently moved
his knee up until he was rubbing against my hard little cock.  I started
pulling and pushing the foreskin up and down the shaft as the man kept up a
steady rhythm of moans.  He started pumping his hips up at my hands so I
picked up my pace.  This must have been what he wanted as he told me to
keep it up.
	After a few minutes he asked if I wanted to taste his cock.  I
stopped jerking on him, as the thought of sucking his cock had never
entered my mind.  He grinned and told me to move around and he would show
me how to do it.  As soon as I had moved around close to his head he
reached up and rubbed my cock.  He told me to remove my underwear so he
could really show me what feels good.  I had my underwear off in just a
second when I felt his lips wrap around my cock I had to gasp.
	He pulled his mouth off of my cock and asked if I liked how that
felt.  I was breathing too hard to answer and he giggled at me as my hips
started pumping at his mouth.  He sucked my cock and balls into his mouth,
as all I could do was enjoy the pleasure he was giving me.  He was sucking
and licking all over my cock and balls and even moved to where he could
lick at my asshole.  The feeling was unbelievable and my body seemed to
have a mind of its own as I forced my ass against his mouth.
	During all this I had managed to at least keep a hand on his cock
but that was about all.  He had me almost to that lovely point where my
body would tense up and it feels like something is shooting out of my cock,
but stopped just before it happened.  He pulled me over and said he wasn't
ready for the fun to be over.  He told me to play with his cock some more
as he rearranged me so I could get both hands on his cock and my ass was
beside him.
	He started telling me must how to pull up and down on his cock as I
watched the foreskin move back and forth over the big head.  After a few
minutes of this I was surprised to see some clear liquid oozing out of his
cock.  I knew it wasn't piss but wasn't really sure what it was since it
was not white and milky looking like that of Mr. Stone's.
	The cowboy noticed me looking at it and told me it was just some
pre cum and I could taste it if I wanted.  He grabbed the base of his cock
and pulled down as even more rolled out of his cock.  I leaned over and
flicked my tongue out to just get a taste.  I was surprised to find that it
had a sweet taste to it.  I leaned over to lick some more when the man
grabbed my head and forced the head of his cock inside my mouth.
	I struggled to pull my head back but he held me there as he told me
to relax and enjoy the taste of his pre cum.  The taste did help as I
licked at his cock.  He started telling me how to keep my teeth clear of
his cock and slowly pumped his cock in my mouth.  Several times he thrust
it just inside my throat which caused me to gag.  He quickly pulled his
cock back so I could get control of my throat.
	He continued to feed me his cock as he coached me on what to do as
I sucked and licked his cock.  I was able to get some of his cock in my
throat without gagging but not very much of it.  He started rubbing my head
and telling me what a good job I was doing as he moaned a few times.  I
felt his hand on my ass as he started rubbing all over both cheeks.  He
reached between my legs and massaged my balls before gently pulling on my
cock.  He pressed against the inside of my thighs.  I spread my legs and
instantly felt his fingers moving along the crack of my ass trying to find
my hole.
	He rubbed my tight little hole for a few minutes before I felt one
of his fingers pressing against it.  He moved his hand down to my mouth and
told me to get his finger good and wet.  I sucked it in along with the head
of his cock and made sure I covered it with plenty of spit.  This time when
he pushed against my asshole it slipped in but there was a lot of pain.  He
told me to just relax as he held his finger inside me.
	The cowboy started pumping his cock into my mouth, which took my
mind off of his finger.  After a few seconds I could feel his finger
beginning to move in and out gently and the pain was all but gone.  His
finger started moving faster and faster and I could feel the same feeling I
usually get when I am playing with myself building up in my groin.  This
caused me to suck harder and faster on his cock, which in turn made him
moan even more.
	The man's body started tensing up and he pulled his finger out of
my ass and forced my head down further on his cock.  His cock went the
deepest it had been down my throat as I felt it spray inside me.  I wanted
to gag but he was holding me down so tight that I couldn't.  His body
jerked several times before I felt his cock go soft and he released his
grip on my head.  As I pulled my head back I tasted the salty taste of his
cum and was a little disappointed in that it didn't have the nice sweet
taste as his pre cum.
	Once he pulled his cock out of my mouth he said he was sorry for
holding me down like that but at the moment he couldn't help himself.  He
reached over and rubbed my still hard little cock.  He sat up on the bed
and had me straddle him as he told me to move close.  He leaned in and
sucked my cock into his mouth as he grabbed my ass in his hands and pushed
me into him.  He started pushing and pulling on my ass as my cock slid back
and forth over his soft lips and was licked with his hot wet tongue.  After
a couple seconds I started pumping into him and he released his hold on my
ass.
	I grabbed the back of his head and started fucking his face as fast
as I could.  When I got real close to my orgasm he grabbed my ass again and
ground his face into me.  The stubble of his beard scratched and tickled me
at the same time, but it felt so great at the time.  Every muscle in my
young body tightened up just as I felt that wonderful pain of an orgasm
going through my body.  I was not in control as my hips continued to pump
into his face before I finally collapsed into the cowboy's arms.  The
orgasms I had been use to were nothing like the one I just went through and
all I wanted was to do it again.
	The cowboy leaned down and pressed his lips against mine as I
waited to see what was going to happen.  He pushed his tongue deep in my
mouth and I instinctively sucked on it.  He started sucking hard against my
lips and soon had my tongue inside his mouth.  He broke the kiss and asked
if I had enjoyed myself.  I grinned at him and told him I sure had as my
little hand was jerking on my hard cock again.  He told me that he had to
get some rest but if I could get up early in the morning and there was no
one else in the bunkhouse that he would be ready to show me some more
things.
	He helped me get dressed as he kept patting my ass and rubbing
against my still hard cock.  I left the cowboy in the bunkhouse as I went
back to the house thinking about what had happened and how it could
possible get any better than what I had just done.