Western Rider 18

I was exercising a young trotter. Large stable ride. Trots with pride and wants the exercise, she does. Not usually my favored style, Beverly has a very even gait and is in excellent shape.

As I'm riding, I'm thinking about what a cozy sex life I've been having after a long dry spell. My boss, Burt, lets me ride him almost anytime. He's getting good at being a bottom for a man. Our mechanic, Ocho, rails us both with his big dick. He's no longer weirded out when Burt's hotwife Kathy joins us, which is rare but seems to amp up both men and I'm the beneficiary of their lust and hormones.

This woman needs butt service. We're specializing in it. And while Ocho very much enjoys railing this woman, I also know that Ocho needs a man's touch. Gets him OFF.

When owners and riders make the trip up here, some of them have a good time, too. We had us a pretty big sex party a while ago. Some of the owners are pretty horny, too.

There is a pasty CFO who arrives, then goes out riding with me. It's a cowboy movie in his mind. We ride out for an overnighter. He wants that cowboy dick-down experience where he seductively gets me hot, sucks my dick-- and he's pretty good, and then I lick his cowboy butt and rail him under the stars. We've done this a half-dozen times.

He's kinda fun. Fit. Might be fifty, smaller, slender. Had me for a homo first time we shook hands. Every few months I get an email saying he'll be by. It's important to say that he also has five studs in my stables. They're busy boys. I guess I'm his stud, and I wonder if it's part of the deal. I don't care, really, he's a fine and now familiar fuck. There's this look on his face that's precious, just after I breed him. Lusty, mouth open, batting his eyelashes at me.

Robert knows horses and the business. He likes that I have a clean operation and know how to keep his assets in shape, both kinds.

It was no surprise when he said he'd be driving in. I sort of looked forward to a change in company. If Burt knows, he says nothing. I do rides frequently. Takes a little planning. Burt runs the operation and tries to keep Kathy on a tether. Like that's ever gonna happen.

* * *

Just before Robert arrives, Kathy asks me directly if I fuck him, or he fucks me. She knows I'm a full-service cockhound. She is, too. I'm guessing that the question is asked because she wants to try to do him. Hell, I understand her motivation, although such management-customer fun might be a conflict. Robert is a money-maker for us.

"We go up to Nine Fingers canyon," I tell her. "Then we canoodle."

She nods seriously.

"'You think I have a chance?" she asks.

I consider the question.

"Maybe. 'He ever come on to you?"

"Never. Not once. Some of my best outfits have been wasted on that man...." Her nose crinkles up.

"My thinking is that he comes up her to play out this movie in his head. Gay cowboy on Brokeback Mountain or variations on that theme."

Kathy nods again, seriously. She sighs. "Last time he was here, I let him catch me naked, accidentally on purpose. Dripping wet." Her head hanged a bit.

"Nothing. Joe-- I still have a nice bod, don't I?"

"It is a fine bod. You have a delicious ass-- for a woman. I think Robert plays for my team. For some guys, women are wallpaper."

She sighed again. "Maybe it's best. I'd do him though, you know I would."

I had to laugh. "Kathy, you will do any man. Just like I probably would." We hugged. I could hear a car coming in the distance.

"You want me to bring you along for the ride?" I asked. There was a reply, a loud sigh and "No. Thanks."

* * *

Robert and I are naked on a blanket. It's not quite totally dark. No stars. There's a small tent up under several pine trees, as it looks like it might rain some. We'll snuggle. I've learned a lot about this man on our rides. Corporate wizard in finance. Plays with a lot of egos, lawyers, and the IRS, I gather. One son who's waiting for him to kick off so that his inheritance will make him rich. Could be a liberal. Knows how to shuffle money.

He used to have a bad comb-over until he started shaving his head. With his bushy mustache, he looks far more studly. I like the change. We rode for several hours into BLM land. The weather's looking more and more like it'll be wet soon.

Dinner is sausage and beans. He brought two beers for himself. I kept fondling his dick in his designer jeans. He loves that. If I squeeze his butt cheeks, he gets hot fast.

The tent is up. The horses are watered and happy, two Justin Morgans I picked especially for this ride. We're lazing on the blankets. I stand and peel my shirt, boots, jeans. I leave on the leather vest. It's a bit breezy. He's nekkid now.

His dick is hard. He has little fur, although there's a nice little blondish treasure trail.

Robert is pretty eager to suck my dick. I laid down and let him. He's pretty good at it. He seems to shudder whenever I moan. He likes to lick my nuts, and sometimes, my butt. It pleases him to get a reaction out of me. For a switch to our routine, I push him into a 69 and suck his dick. His goes into my throat easily. I fondle his ass, which makes him moan and lose concentration.

I pull upwards and lick his furry nuts, then his butt. Like Ocho, Robert's butthole is wired directly to his brain, and my tongue knows how to send jolts of sex energy there. His dick drips on my chest fur. His scent is like man-perfume. Leather, sweat, a dash of funk. I luv it. And like him, those moans drive me further.

Tonight, there's a new sound. A whimper. Whoa-- I like that sound! Makes me make a dessert out of his butt. Yeah!

I reach in my pack and pull out some lube and get him up on all fours. It doesn't take much to open his butt up. I suspect he has other tops that service him. I'm just one on the list. For some reason, that thought makes my dick twitch and I eagerly expand his very wet butt ring with my eight inches of happiness.

There's a moan AND a whimper! I sink down his butthole, slowly. Robert shudders and it takes a minute until I'm balls deep up his pipe. So good. The fur on his nuts tickles my shaved balls. My dick twitches.

I spend quality time in Robert's hole. I think he has a clit in his butthole. I seem to keep hitting it. He's groaning and moaning. We hear thunder in the distance. I need to hurry up.

Flipping him, he sits down on my thick dick, his own dick slapping and banging my furry abs. He's going to squeeze and milk my load into his butt. This is how we usually finish. He has urgency because the thunder is much closer now. He drips on me. Big drips. I grab his hands for support and he's milking hard.

Oddly, I'm not close yet. We feel a few heavy drops and suddenly the skies open up and we're getting drenched. Yeah, fucking in the rain. Except the rain will soon melt the lube. We hustle inside the tent and sort of dry off.

I lay him down and lift his leg, rolling him on his side, and nail his ass as we lay in the tent. The storm really opens up. I grab his dick and pump it, and I can feel my balls starting to twitch. I tilt his head back to me and we make out and I have to break away. This one's going to be intense and I want to change the angle to pleasure myself.

My butt clenches hard inside and I'm happily juicing his butthole with my load. I'm jerking his dick hard with my hand, and slamming my body to make sure his butt is coated inside. Yeah. It's really good.

Robert's moaning and we lay there as I slowly pump the cum in and out of his butt. Musta been quite the juicing.

I bend down and suck his dick. He cums with another of these new whimpers. His loads are tasty and thick. The rain lets up. We fall asleep.

Just before dawn, it's still sprinkling. I walk out of the tent as he sleeps and wash myself in the light rain. It's unusually warm for a morning rain. The horses get fed. I can see breaks in the clouds. The sun may peak up soon. Dawn comes earlier now. Another rag dries me a bit as I stand close to a tree. There's a spring at the bottom of the canyon and I march naked down to water the horses and take a leak. They seem happy. A few apples and they're happier still.

The sun is suddenly blinding, come up over the peak. I walk up the hill and break out the stove. Sausage, a little flour, dry milk and water, and two large biscuits come out of my pack. Bicuits will join gravy. The coffee will be ugly but drinkable. The sun feels good on my naked bod. The skies clear quickly.

Robert wakes up and slowly gets out of the tent.

"I'm starved!"

I smile.

"Breakfast in five..."

His dick is hard. He sits next to me and we hug and tumble. Soon, I suck his morning wood, and his balls are empty again and we eat. It's not much, but it'll do. I clean up. One blanket is drenched and the gear is in bags. Our Morgans seem like they're ready. I adjust stuff and fold the tent and blankets. We're nearly packed up, but still naked. The sun will be hot today. I hope my dick doesn't burn.

Robert helps. He needs fondling now and then. I don't think we're gonna fuck again, but I rarely say no.

Comes time to actually put clothes on and Robert starts fondling me. He's hard again. I'm getting there.

He walks over to the tree, grabs it, and juts out his ass in invitation. I unpack the lube and walk over to him. No words are spoken as I tickle his tender hole, then slowly spear it. The sun hits us but I bone Robert. It's always good in there, my dick pumping his sexy butt.

I give him a good ride. I can feel his cock juice flying on my shins as he leaks it. There are two saddled could-be voyeurs that aren't watching or interested. Good. I take my time. Robert is doing that whimper-thing again. I close my eyes, feel the sun on me. Breathe deeply. Jut my dick in his heated ass.

It feels more blissful and unhurried when I squirt into Robert this time. When he feels the lube of my cum, he wanks really hard. I expect him to spend at any second, but instead, he moves forward and off my shank.

"Let me fuck you." Robert requests, this intense look on his face.

Seconds later, he's up my ass like a freight train and he squirts, yelling loud enough to echo off the canyon walls. This flip action is 100% new for us. He's never ever topped me. And now he's panting, and his juice is running down my leg like a thick river. He stands there, very red faced, and pants.

And I hug him. For the longest time, we just stand there as his breathing returns to normal.

We are stickier than fuck.

Wordlessly, we put clothes on and mount the Morgans. Inside my clothes, it gets stickier and stickier. I know he must be feeling all that, too. I like the sensation.

As we head out of the canyon, he speaks up.

"I have news."

"Oh?"

"I bought a controlling interest in the corporation that runs your operation."

Wow-- I have just been fucked by my ultimate boss.

"Congratulations?" I ask with a questioning voice.

"Thanks. It has positive cashflow and it's profitable."

"And it also means you're my new corner-office boss, Robert."

This big smile comes over his face. "Yes, it does."

"You gonna make any changes?"

"No, no, I believe in letting good people run their operations and rewarding them."

"So your dick up my ass was a reward?"

Robert howls in laughter. Howls. We stop for a minute. Something struck him funny.

I'm trying to figure that out.

"What's so funny?"

"Every time I ride with you it's a joy, but everyone seems to want to seduce me! Even that Kathy woman! Burt, your manager, he's a total bottom guy I knew in college-- but Kathy doesn't know that. I come up here to have a nice time where no cell phone works, and I can get PLOWED. Railed. fucked HARD. They all want something, you only want to give me what I really want, a quiet time, a discussion with someone outside of the corporate world, with a big dick that uses it on me for his pleasure. Everyone cares about business, you're into the more animal side of things, where the rules are different. I just think it's hilarious, the contrast between you and them...."

Robert looks at me all serious-like. "I got Burt his job. I have no sexual interest in him because he's trying to play straight and he's good with operations. But his wife tries hard to seduce me. And the one I really enjoy is you, way out and away from the crazy world I have to live in."

I digested all that. We started riding again. The lodge wasn't far off now.

"Hey Robert, I wouldn't worry about Kathy. She's a cock hound. Like me. Not that you're not fun, but she's a numbers-gal. Hell, all three of you are bottoms!"

That made him laugh again and shake his head.

"Maybe," he replied. "Joe, your gift to me is that you don't judge me. You know your stock, what makes them tick, and what makes my ass tick, buddy. That's golden. You just have a great time, and the reward isn't monetary, no power struggle drama, just the pleasure of my ass. I really want to pleasure you, Joe. It means a lot to me."

Maybe I blushed.

The Morgans needed some work when we returned. It's not good to ride wet. Some work and a few apples and they were happy. Then I had chores. Robert went up to the lodge. I wondered what they were talking about up there, but then, hey, I like what I do and so long as they pay me for it, they can deal with the details and the numbers. That's not where my head's at.

By late afternoon, everything was clean and my stalls and stable were good. I stank. And I was still sticky. It was the reminder of a nice time.

Time to strip and get clean. Maybe fix dinner.

I turned on the water in the shower stall and stripped. Everything went into the washer except my boots, hat, and vest. I walked into the water and just let it dowse me like the storm had last night. The memories made my dick hard. I slowly cleaned it and wanked a little. Mmmmmmm. I scrubbed. The sticky part had to go. Some of it was Robert's dried cum drops. There was more than I had remembered.

Just about clean, I was about to turn and toss one off when Robert showed up at the corner of the stall. Smiling, he stripped down and joined me.

We were all over each other. I robbed him of his shower stall virginity. Just took his ass. For all his business sense, he seems to like pleasing my dick more than anything. I'll take it. He's snoozin' in my love shack as I write this.

He asked me to use him for my sexual pleasure over the next two days.

He's gonna sit funny.

And smell.

And be sticky.

Like me.