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Subject: A Cowboy Tale  (mansex)
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At the time it didn't occur to me that I was lusting after
a cowboy because he wasn't wearing the ubiquitous boots and
hat so popular in Odessa.   West Texas is another country
(for those of you who have never been there).   The sky is big.
The horizon is as blue as the ocean's.   It is scorching
in the summer and bitingly cold in the winter and the dust!  If
you are out on the range in a dust storm, you simply stop
whatever you are doing and wait for it to end.  It doesn't matter
what you are in, you are going to get dusty.  It comes in the
house, in your car and up your nose.   The tumbleweeds collect
against the fences and snow barriers and cross the highways
unbound by their roots.   Millions of miles of dust.  Barren land
so big you can get lost in it.   It was on this land that I
discovered the joy of sex with cowboys.   There is something
about the west...   untamed, hostile, simple beauty.   Sissies
need not apply.  It can be harsh and you must be tough, even if
you are 15 years old.   I was not reared in West Texas and was
not tough.   Kids brought up on the range have to get up before
dawn to work before going to school.  They get tough at an early
age.

      Charlie was a tough guy.   We went to the same high school.   I
lived in the city, he lived in the country on his aunt's ranch.
I never met her but he called her "Aunt Boots" because he said
that he never saw her without her boots on.   He wore boots most
of the time and ALWAYS wore Levis 501's.

      He was about 5' 9" and had a ruddy, tanned complexion (the West
Texas sun will leather your skin quickly).   He had black hair
and a fine bush of dark pubic hair surrounding a magnificent 8"
uncut cock...  quite a piece of meat for a 15 year old to carry
around.

      I first saw it in the showers during P.E.   It was the second
biggest one there and later I discovered that it was exactly the
same size as mine.   I didn't think about dick sizes much but I
knew that I wanted his.   He had a very butch demeanor and always
had a girl or two talking to him during breaks in class.  We both
had steady girls and would often go out on double dates.  The
"passion pit" (drive-in movie theater) was our regular hang out.
Every weekend we would go to the movies and make out with our
girl friends.

      One night after the movie ended, one of the girls said that she
didn't feel well and wanted to go home early...about 9 p.m.  The
other girl decided that she did too.   So we took them home and
just rode around for a while.

      We were not talking much and after a while I noticed that he
would rub his crotch a little every once in a while.   I couldn't
help but look and he eventually noticed that I was looking.
He must have been REALLY HORNY that night.   He said, "It sure is
hot tonight".  I mumbled something and he adjusted the air vent
on his side.  A few minutes later, after a few more crotch rubs,
he very suddenly reached down and unbuttoned his Levis and pulled
out his cock, which was as hard as a rock and standing straight
up.   He didn't look at me but said, "Boy, Junior sure gets hot
sometimes."  I was silent.

      The cool night air was rushing over his erect cowboy cock and no
doubt stimulating it even further.   I immediately started
thinking about where we could go for some privacy.  West Texas is
criss-crossed with hundreds of little roads used to access oil
wells.   I had been on them before with my dad who worked for an
oil company and knew that they were absolutely safe and private
from the casual passer-by.

      So I headed for the nearest one.   He didn't say anything
else for over an hour and neither did I.

I stopped the car on one of the little roads where the scrub
brush was up as high as the car roof and we were completely
hidden, even though only about 1/2 mile off the highway.  The
dash lights and the moon illuminated everything just about right.
He leaned back on the seat and looked out of the window.   I slid
over towards him just a little and reached out with my left hand
and took his cock and gently squeezed it and stroked it up and
down slowly, pulling the foreskin down to reveal the blazing red
head, so smooth and firm.   There was a drop of 'honey' on the
end and as I covered the head with the skin it coated that
red head with a glistening sheen.

I wanted to taste it so bad but didn't know how he was going to
react.   I kept stroking it slowly and soon he closed his eyes.
At this moment, I decided to take out my dick which had been hard
for a long time already.

      I did and just about that time he sat up and reached over and
opened the door.   He got out of the car and walked back to the
rear of the car and leaned up against the trunk with his feet
spread about a foot apart.

I got out and went back to where he was.   He was leaning
almost all the way back against the trunk lid with his huge hard
cock sticking straight up.  I decided that he wanted me to do
something other than hold it and squeeze it so I squatted down in
front of him and took it in my left hand so I could use my right
hand for myself.   I gently stroked it and pulled it down a
little towards me and opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around
that delicious wet dick head.   I just held it still for a while
and started licking it with my tongue without moving my head at
all.

      He immediately started to grunt and groan.   I knew that at that
moment we were both in Heaven.  His dick kept trying to raise up
as I started to gently suck on it and my mouth kept trying to
keep it down at mouth level.

      It was so big and hard that after a few minutes my mouth began to
tire and my jaws started to hurt.   I let it slip out of my mouth
and kept up a rhythmic stroking motion matching my own.
Periodically I would put it back in my mouth and repeat the
licking and sucking routine.

      His balls were covered with black hair and felt good to my touch.
I could smell his sweat and taste his cock,  a taste and smell I
remember to this day.   Later, after I got home, I would beat off
twice, with my left hand cupped around my nose savoring his
smell.   Every time I opened my eyes I could see that black bush
of hair coming out of those button front jeans.   I don't
remember what I was thinking at the time; I do remember the
moment vividly...  the cool breeze, the dusty roadway now
touching my knees as I got more comfortable and dropped to my
knees before that magnificent man's meat.

      After 15 or 20 minutes his groans got louder and I felt his cock
getting even bigger.   I guessed that he was about to cum.  I had
never been told anything about cocksucking and therefore had no
inhibitions about sucking the cum out of him.

      He got closer and closer until I could feel his whole body
shaking with the anticipation of the climax.   I had been ready
to cum for a long time but was holding off.   I grasped the base
of his dick and pulled the foreskin down away from the head.   I
knew from my own personal feelings that a 'cumming' cock becomes
VERY TENDER, so I decided that this was the moment to stop all
sucking and movement.

      Apparently I was correct because he let out a groan that could
have been heard from the highway and he shot what must have been
a 3 or 4 foot stream of cum directly into my mouth.

      He stood up straight and shoved his dick in my mouth and out
again, pumping that hot load into my throat.   At the same time,
I was cumming all over the ground and his boots and my own
jeans, in great spurts.

After what seemed like an eternity when time stood still and I
lost touch with reality, his orgasmic thrusts subsided and I was
able to gasp for air.   His cock fell from my mouth dripping cum
onto my leg and onto the dusty ground.  He fell back against the
car trunk lid, still panting and moaning with pleasure.

      My first blowjob had been an unqualified success.   I got up and
got buttoned up and brushed off the dust, went back and got into
the car and just sat there for a while.   I don't know what he
did then.   In about 5 minutes he got into the car and without a
word, I started the car and drove him home.

      He got out of the car and said, " See you Monday?"

      I said, "Sure.   How about a movie next weekend?"  He said, "I
wouldn't miss it."  I am sure I must have smiled, but I don't
remember.   He shut the car door and I went home to my warm bed
and my smelly hand, ripe with his dried cum and sweat.   It was a
glorious time which we repeated every weekend throughout the
winter and following spring.   He did finally jack me off on
numerous occasions but he would never put his mouth on my cock
and we NEVER talked about what we were doing.   My 15 year old
cowboy would influence my sex life for the REST OF MY LIFE!
I still look for him on every street corner and in every bar and
probably will forever.