Western Rider 24 - The Sojourn

I'm out on a sojourn. There's a place on BLM land that I like to ride to. I'll camp for a day. Usually it's solo. Mister Tank is my horse. He is huge, limber, and has a sense of humor. Likes to get out and wander. Me, too.

Our destination is in a small box canyon. There is a spring-fed small waterfall there. I will be naked all day at the campsite that's been there maybe for centuries, and douse myself in the waterfall and the pond below several times. I will try to get a sun tan, because I am pasty from desk work.

I hate desk work.

First time I rode out there was with a friend, who is not a gay cowboy, but close. We had fun, but he gets the bisexual guilts. That means that if we play, he will really enjoy himself, and then punish himself for the next twelve hours to a day, like he was bad or something.

Many more times I have ridden out there alone, pitched a small tent, and had a very quiet adventure. Once I found two strays and figured out their ear tags. I got up on a high hill and hit a cellphone tower some place, and got them returned. And a couple of times, all I found were bones on the way, while ridin'. That was sad.

When I started on this ride, it was also on my mind that I told two BLM rangers where I'd be. It's on their turf. I think one of them, a handsome man named Daryl, might he drive out that way. Takes a little while to hike in from the road if he indeed want to visit. I was hoping he would.. With Mister Tank, I take shortcuts that no four wheel drive nothin' can get to. It's steep goin' in.

It's quiet out, save the occasional jet way overhead outta Denver or maybe Aspen. There's a creek where I can park Mister Tank and feed him, and get an overnight snooze. The canyon is gonna be tougher. Steep slope. Part of the way, I'm walkin' him.

When I arrive, I discover some others have been there recently. Naked, I clean up their mess. I use swear words to help. It's all in a trash bag. I'll carry it back. Fuckers.

Late afternoon and I can hear a pickup far off in the distance. You can hear for miles out here, and the canyon makes it easy to trap sounds. Someone's comin'. I'm hopin' it's Daryl.

Not quite an hour later, yep, it's him! Gotta big pack on him. He's stayin' over by the looks of the pack. Looks pretty cute in his uniform.

He sees me, naked, and flips me a social finger.

"Does this mean I have to be naked, too??" he asks.

"Up to you, bud," I tell him. "Camp with a gay cowboy and there is almost always nakedness involved!"

He laughs and give me a hug. He sets up a tent next to mine. Checks out Mister Tank.

"He one of yours?"

I tell him, "No, he's a boarder. The owner's in Salt Lake. Man owns three boarders, and this one's the biggest boy."

Daryl admires the horse. Lots to admire. Mister Halo is a healthy Gentleman Jim breed. Good markings. And a sense of humor as he plops as Daryl strokes him. Fortunately, I tied Mister Halo both downstream and down wind. Hayburner, this one.

Daryl sort of laughs. Mister Halo gives him a whinny.

"So are you gonna get out of that uniform?" I ask Daryl.

"I suppose. Does that mean you're gonna attack me?"

"No," I tell him. "You can attack me if you want. I've been thinkin' you wanna, but you never told me straight out that you enjoyed the company of horny men."

He smiles at me. Starts takin' off clothes. He's a handsome man, furry, much more tan than I am. I'm gonna get a burn if I'm not careful. His shirt and thermal undie shirt come off. He's.... tan there. Hmmmm.

Undoes his boots and kicks 'em. Down goes the trousers. Got thermals on under. I can't wait until he peels them. He's like unwrapping my present. And...

The SOB is TAN THERE, TOO!!

"Daryl-- are you a nudist or somethin'?"

"Heh. My lady friend and I belong to a nudist camp. It's down near Denver in the mountains. Fun place, about this altitude, too. We go for a week here and there," he says, as down comes his boxers. He is hung nicely and he is sproutin' wood. Thick wood. Might be oak. I want his acorns.

He gets his socks off and he is naked, and happy to see me. This of course, makes me happy to see him. Naked.

He steps up and we shake dicks. It's a guy thang. And he gets closer. My hat comes off, and his does, too.

His tongue tastes like mint. His dick is warm and drippy in my hand.

"You need to visit the waterfall, Daryl." I tell him.

"What for?"

"Sex under a waterfall. What else?"

He smiles this sorta bashful smile and we hike about twenty yards into the pond and by the waterfall. He doesn't seem to want to get too wet. So I pull him in. I'm gonna melt him. Stick my dick in his butt. Maybe after he does this to me. He probably doesn't know this yet. The waterfall makes easy cleanup.

When I bent down to suck his dick as the water splashed us, he popped almost right away. Dammit. Great creamy load, but changed my game plan. He was ready, though. My finger in his butt seemed to turn him on.

"So do you get fucked, Daryl?" I asked. Can't rush things.

"I'd be lyin' if I said no. But not in years, Joe. And... it didn't feel all that great and you have a big dick." He let that hang, like maybe the answer was no. I had to find out if I could change that.

Here I am, naked with Daryl, a cutie if there ever was one, and he's hesitant. This will take a little work. I'll do the work. I've been wanting in his pants for almost a decade. Here he is, and maybe I'm rushin' it.

I hug the man. He seems to enjoy that and he wipes his pent up dick on me a lot as we make out. The sun is really warm as we fondle and stroke each other. He bends down and sucks on my dick a bit. Looks up at me to see how he's doin', which is pretty fine. He runs his fingers in my trench now and then. Finally, he stops and diddles with my butthole. Feels real good.

Then I notice he has a second boner goin'. He stands, we make out some more and I fondle that little tree limb he has goin'. Half an hour later, we're pretty heated, if chilled by splashin' in the waterfall and doing quick dick sucks.

We wade out into the pond and its chilly water. His face is startin' to look wanton, deeply wanton. I'm already there. Near some rocks, I bend him over and lick his balls and his butt. Rim the man. Stroke his dick softly. He likes my furry beard in his butt cheeks. I slap his ass and suddenly, I have found the key!

He moans. Likes that spankin', he does. Each one makes him moan. I start seein' if I can widen his ring, one finger at a time. It seems to work. I pause to get my lube bottle. Gonna fuck this man. Yeah, baby! He cannot not know where I'm going with this.

"Joe, you gotta take it easy. I have NEVER had fun getting fucked. Never," he warns me.

"I'm gonna make it good for ya, Daryl. Let me do my job." He still looks worried.

More fingers. More tongue. More spanks. Got three thick fingers spreading his fine furry butthole. I'm wankin' myself just doin' this. I could blow, it's so fun! I have to quit strokin'. I have work to do.

I think he's open. My dick goes to his lubed up hole. I alternate with fingers and spread his pink little ring. There is a moan and a flinch.

Then I slip it in. Just an inch. An inch is a mile. He tenses but a slap on his left cheek makes him moan just as I drive four thick inches up his furry playhouse. It works! Daryl's bouncy butt is MINE! I let him get used to it. So far, he's not unhappy.

So I saw my length, slowly, in and out. Add some more lube. We're up to our knees in chilly water, sun beatin' down on us, miles from any other soul. I reach under and tweak his titties. He moans, and actually pushes back!

He has six inches of prime tube steak now stretchin' his butt. I had another couple spanks. He grunts and pushes himself back on me, and I'm balls to his walls, up his hot hole. Fuck YES! I add more lube, just in case. Gotta pace myself. I could shoot any second.

"Is this better, Daryl? Are you OK?" I ask him, my thick dick far up his tail.

"Joe.. fuck Joe. FUCK." He turns and swallows. "How did you DO THAT?"

"Patience. Prep. I've been wantin' to get into your pants for a long time, dude. Man sex can be totally hot if you just stay in tune."

He moaned. Then I warned him. "Your ass is so fine I'm gonna blow soon. May I make a deposit in your fine hole?"

Fuck. He pulls off me immediately. Then comes the questions.

"Are you clean? 'You get yourself checked, right?"

"Yep," I told him. "'You sure your ass is OK?"

"Did you not hear my moans? I've not had such feelings from my butt before, Joe! I was scared of your cock. Damn thing is fucking HUGE, man!"

"Not so huge. Big maybe." I told him. "You're takin' it pretty good, Daryl. Wanna go further?"

He looked bashful but his dick was hard again.

"Fuck Yes! Just.... I dunno... keep doing whatever you were doing! I can't fucking believe that cock of yours was balls-deep up my asshole. It BLOWS MY MIND!"

Grabbing the lube, I got more coating my dick. We walked over through the creek to the camp, and he grabbed a tree and bent his butt out.

I accepted his invitation. Went in easy as he groaned loud enough to echo off the canyon walls. We were in the shadows now. His ass hugged my dick. And so I built up a fuck. I wasn't sure if I could last long, lookin' at this cute naked man, my dick far up his happy hole. I was gonna try.

When he pushed back on me. It got tougher. I wanted to nut and hard. I reached under and stroked his fine fat dick and he moaned like a woman. Somehow, I think it musta triggered me. I stood a bit higher, not quite on my tippy toes, and started rammin' that ass and blew. HARD. Oh fuck yes. I pounded my happiness hard, maybe so he could taste it. Hot damn.

There was beauty in that load. Slowly, I pulled out. His butthole kissed my dickhead as I finally stood back. He just stood there, ass-out. My load was startin' its journey out. He slowly stood and I watched more exit. He turned and his dick was so hard it was curvin'. Dayum!

I grabbed the lube and handed it to him. No dummy that Daryl.

My turn.

He was gentle as he went in, fat dick stretchin' my happy place as he shoved it. Yeah, baby. He brought it on. I was expecting a vicious fuck. He was gentle instead. I bucked up on him. Wanked him with my asshole. All my best tricks. I wanted hat joyous feeling of a slick bred hole.

It's when he gripped my hips I knew I might get there. He made no sound, just started breathing heavier and heavier.

The shout and the sensation of him seeding me came at the same damn instant! He roared like an animal. I felt this burst of his joy in my butt and then he pounded it twice. did another roar and I felt it again. He stood there behind me, groaning and swimmin' his dick in my happy hole. As he pulled back, his dick felt even bigger, if slicker.

Mmm mmm. Happy hole! I spun around and he looked dazed. I kissed the shit out of him and he swooned. I felt his happiness drip out of my slut hole as we made out. Finally I felt his heart rate go down. He smashed his furry bod onto my furry bod and we rubbed. He was lust drunk. So I kissed him some more.

Half-hard, he rubbed his unit on mine. We did this for a long time. Without a word, he came with me to the waterfall. We washed up and each other. He moaned when I washed his butthole. He was hard again.

Can't have that.

After his third load squirted down my throat, we sat over by the camp. He popped the top of a cold one, and I drank my water.

He hadn't said much. Until he did.

"So this is what you gay boys do? Go out and just fuck all the time?" he asked me as he pulls a sip.

"Rinse, repeat!" I laughed. He did, too.

"Where do I fucking sign the fuck up?"

"Oh you got that lady friend. You two probably get lotsa sex at the nudie place, amiright?"

"Not like THAT, Joe. Not like that."

"There's all sortsa down-low guys there, I'll just bet. They think just like we do. Might be a quickie. Might be something sweet and happy like this," I said, as I waved my arm across the waterfall, pond, creek, and canyon.

"Joe, fuck off. You make it sound so sweet and easy. Remember, I'm fifty-one years old, and had my first actual come-in-my-butt fuck. The horn dogs that go to nudist places are all about pussy. The women, all about cock. When we swap, it's couple for couple. I've NEVER seen a dick sucked by a man at a nudist place. Never."

"If you don't like the menu, gotta change the diner!" was my reply. He looked at me weird.

"If your gal doesn't care that you might like men once in a while, then you're maybe not at the right place, Daryl. I seem to find dick almost anywhere. Sometimes it's fast, sometimes it's sweet, like spankin' your fine butt out in the middle of the mountains. I been to nudist places. Had some fun there, too."

"Yeah Joe, easy for you t'say."

"It's all in your head. Gotta be ready for it. Keep your fingers crossed. Maybe a nice BLM ranger will know you're gonna be in a box canyon. Makes your dick hard 'cause you wanna be in his drawers. Up his butt. Bend over for him. Kiss the living fuck out of him because he wants and NEEDS it."

Daryl looked away. "I did need it. I still like pussy, Joe, but you're the man I'll remember. You kiss like you mean it. Fuck like you mean it. Take my dick like you want it. That's gold, buddy. Gold."

"Hey there's gold in them hills!" I laughed.

We made dinner. He finished a couple more beers and we washed up before we slept.

I did not have to beg Daryl to give me a reason to sit funny on Mister Tank for the next thirty-seven miles. He did it all by himself the next morning, plowing my butt like he hated me, just the way I like it. He was too sore to take in return. At least he has cushions in his pickup truck.

'Cause there was no one lookin', probably for a dozen miles, he kissed me slow and lover-like before he started up the hill up to the road. I watched him grunt with his backpack until he disappeared. I put on my clothes after a quick wash-up and broke camp.

Yes my ass was sore for miles.

Happy sore.