Western Rider 13

I'm face down, naked on a massage table. Slim has hot towels and a fresh bottle of hemp oil. His hands are strong, and he's been working my muscles. Slim is perspiring a bit; the heat is on high because it's -11F outside. The windows have thick frost on them. It's Sunday morning and the stables are clean, the horses are quiet.

His hands will eventually reach my butt. He loves my ass. He will massage my glutes and thighs, teasing me. My dick and balls lay between my legs. He likes to brush them now and then to keep them excited.

Slim is a huge man. Half a foot taller than my own six feet. Might be 275, maybe more. He has black light fur covering most of his bod. He's in a sparkly thong, the pouch filled. He rubs the stiff hard pouch on me now and then as his hands work me.

He likes to take his time, towering over me, his hands perving on my bod. I want to peel that thong and suck his dick, but that has to wait. He lights up a number and inhales. I don't do that shit, but he does.

Fat fingers tease my trench and butthole. A little more oil and his thumb goes inside. He knows from practice, exactly where my gland is and he will massage it, pushing out my cock honey. Soon, it'll come in rivers. He'll massage me down to my feet and toes.

Eventually, his dick has to come out. It's got a major weapon of joy, cut and thick. It's not so long, but the size of that head and its shape are a sensation that no butt ever forgets.

He pulls me backwards on the table, my feet on the floor, my butt very exposed. He will eat my ass for a minute, then slowly slide that weapon into my playground. The head on it feels like a plunger in my ass. He's known to never pump fast. He likes the sensation of my ass wrapping around him, short thrusts as I squeeze on him. Once inside, it fits very well.

Time sort of goes away as he does this. My hole sings. In reality, those are my moans. My dick spurts little rivers of honey as he plunges each thrust. My legs get coated with the honey. We could do this for hours. He won't last though. I can get maybe twenty minutes of it and he will have to cum. Sometimes, he can't help it and just five minutes into making my ass see stars, he'll grunt loudly.

When he does shoot, it's always a flash flood. Slim is known for his loads. He shoots for almost a minute non-stop. I will be hosed and I love it. The sensation of him pulling out is sort of like being unplugged.

This time was no exception. It's his turn.

If I get in his tailpipe quickly enough just after he cums, he'll have assgasms. He will shake like a maple in a bad storm. I can bring it on until he can barely stand it, stop and back off, then do it again maybe a half dozen times. This will wipe him out, this huge burly man, his body sweating like a sauna, twitching in the electrocution of his ass on my big dick. It wipes him out like a five mile run.

Then it's my turn to cum. I will pull out and wank it all over him, painting him. He loves this. It is the very peak of our adventure on a cold Sunday morning. It is his habit to want to suck me clean. He does this slowly and thoroughly.

There's a round two sometimes. Not today. I massage his large bod, but I'm not nearly as good as massage as he is. If I get hard, he'll benefit. I'm too wiped today. Next time.

An hour later, he's on his snowmobile, headed out. I watch him fade around a mogul. My butt is still twitching. Still leaking his load. I like the sensation.

Walking to the shower stall at the end of the stables, even with the heat blasting, makes me shiver. It's a huge stall. I have a lot of sex in there. The pipes never freeze, and the tank pushes the water down a long pipe. The effect is immediate when it hits the shower head, and the place will fill full of steam.

I washed off my sins. The sunshine is coming through the high window. I thought that my reaming would be it for the day, that pleasant sensation of a widened sore butt following me around.

I would be wrong.

The ranch has a diesel mechanic, a sort of shy guy, Ocho. He has a different kind of dick, about ten inches, thick as my wrist. He visits me regularly for sex, a short walk from his fifth wheel next to the garages. When I heard the door slam and the clomp of his boots to get the snow off them, I knew I'd have company.

He stripped by the washer outside the stall. Walked in, looking horny, naked, skinny prison-tat'd bod emphasizing his out-sized dick. My job would be to service that dick, after working his sweet spots. We didn't really talk. I know my job.

And as is his habit, he melted when I twisted his tits. I sucked his dick a bit then whipped him around and rimmed his skinny butt. This drives him crazy. It's a nice butt, but Exit Only. I've teased him with my own dick before, but if I push, he bolts. Dammit.

Assuming his favorite position, he laughs at how easy it is for his thick dick to penetrate me. His dimensions are so different than Slim's. Ocho goes deep. He knows I love it. He fucks my hole energetically, his big bag of nuts banging on mine, deep strokes inside me, always re-arranging my guts.

Today when he squirted, he stayed hard. I got an amazing long pounding as the shower stall was so thick with steam you could hardly see a thing. We're both dripping. Moaning. Then I got erect. My dick banged against me so I held it as he continued his pounding, never stopping.

He went really deep and I could feel his dick pump me with more cream. He held it there. He was trying to stay hard. I did my best to squeeze on him, milk that dick of all of its cream.

In one fast stroke, he pulled out. I could feel my open ass, a breeze that went deeply where breezes are rarely felt. I reveled in that. I didn't clench shut. I wanted to stay that way. I wanted to wear my whore slut butt. When I stood, the sensation continued and I fought the desire to clench shut. Somehow, my ass shut anyway as I stood there.

Ocho was panting, back against the wall, big dick sagging slightly. I felt it. Not hard enough to continue. I wanked a drop from it. He shuddered at the sensations, his hands slapping the wall.

He looked down at my wood standing proudly. Sometimes he'll wank me. Not often. I usually have to do that myself. It's not as satisfying, but he seems happy when I squirt, the completion of the act. I'll rub it on his hole sometimes when I do that. That's as far as he lets me go. I'll cover him in my happiness cream and he'll wash hit immediately, as though it stains him somehow.

Today was different. As I grabbed my crank, he pushed my hand away and stroked me. Then he turned and started rubbing it on his spent dick and balls. Felt good. Gentle stroking.

He turned and rubbed it on his butt cheeks, then down his trench, and then his hole. I really really really wanted to push inside his hole. I let him drive, though, the unspoken boundary. He pushed his hole on me. That was new! I held still. He kept pushing back, surprising the hell out of me.

I dropped to lick that hole. Make it slicker. Then I jutted my dick right there. He pushed back on it as I rubbed it around. The magic happened, something I thought I'd never see.

His ass opened and he pushed more. I was IN. This was major. Big. He had to stop. Breathed. Pushed some more. I reached hard, almost slipping, and grabbed the lube bottle and poured. I pulled out and let him push back again, my dick now coated with lube, slick, and totally ready. This time, I was sinking fast. It was rubber band tight. Hot as the steamy water.

I just stood there, trying not to slip. One of his hands steadied him on the wall. He started slowly moving his ass on my dick, fucking me, wanking me with his asshole. I never thought this would happen. Never. It was so tight, but he loosened up.

Both hands on the wall, he jutted back and suddenly, I was eight inches up his tailpipe, the whole length. He froze. Got used to it. Then he started slowly moving back and forth. I reached around him and started working his weak spots-- his nips. The moan was feral. I felt him shudder, his whole bod. Then came the sick whimper. Another shudder.

I started a very slow, very careful fuck. I have a big dick. Not as big as his, but big. I put my hands down to his hips and started to fuck his hot tight hole. I'm sure there were angels singing somewhere.

My ass still felt loose and I was actually boning Ocho, the Exit Only guy. I wrapped my arms around him and impaled his ass on me, shifting our weight carefully. I pumped his hole.

I was overcome with bliss and I shot my load. When he felt it, his head tilted back feeling the slickness I added, then further, and he moaned out loud and humped on me. There's nothing like the sensation of your first load, and Ocho now knew that feeling. I slowly pulled out, and that feral moan happened again. I rubbed my fingers there to make the ache I knew he felt, go away.

He turned and we hugged. Now both of our butts were feeling the breeze. Slowly, we moved into the shower spray. I washed his throbbing hole for him, and his dick and balls. We just stood there, hugging and rubbing on each other in the spray. Slowly, he turned away, saying nothing, a final look and a small smile on his face. He walked out of the shower stall. I wanted to say something. I waited until I heard the door shut a few minutes later.

I was feeling like so much prune. I shutdown the shower and walked around, the chilly air not really registering. Naked, I went into my love shack. I'd spent almost three hours in there. I hadn't expected to steal virginity, but there it was.

Sunday, fucking around.

Now it's Wednesday, and my butt, mind of its own, twitches in fond memory.