Western Rider 26 - Stud Services

I'm standing naked on a deck with a view. Down the coast is Point Mugu, Ventura, and Santa Barbara, all far off in the distance. If anyone can see me, they probably don't care. I can see a pillow princess some distance away downhill at the princess's palace, not far from the coast highway on the edge of Malibu. She is often naked at her long rectangular pool. She's been diddling herself. I can see her arm move. She probably doesn't care that there's a naked cowboy far uphill watchin' her. And I'm guessing a lot of other naked men have stomped this deck and maybe hers, too.

My husband Robert is also naked, banging on a laptop in the shade on the deck. He's tan and good looking, 53 years old, and I am his furry gay cowboy. Farther up the hill, he has expensive adjacent property. There's a small barn and two horses. They're beauts, older draught horses and excellent riders.

I thought it was strange when we went riding further up in the hills, but he assured me that our riding gear, a leather jock, chaps, and fresh Stetsons, would only amuse his neighbors. The sun was hot, but there was a stiff colder breeze that made the ride pretty fun. Californians seem to be tolerant of such.

At the top of the hill, I wondered if part of the drill might be for me to drill Robert. He has a fine ass, shaves his body, has a big sleeve tat on the right arm, and now has pierced titties like me. When he comes to our ranch in Colorado, part of the drill is we go riding overnight, and I'll dick him down, slowly, maybe several times at some nice spot. But no, none of his favorite dose of public sex, was to be had.

Last night, Robert wanted me to fuck him as we watched the night and the lights going down to Santa Barbara and beyond. It was a slow fuck. He wanked slowly as I drilled him. He would twerk on me, wank, twerk, wank. It might've been one of the longest fucks I've had in a while.

When he juiced, he sprayed it off the deck. I grabbed his hand and licked it. His ass twitched hard when I did that. I nutted pretty quickly. Then we went inside and glowed, made out a bit, and snoozed.

Today, he was up before dawn when the stock market opens back east. He likes to sit in a robe and is on his laptop and phone for several hours.

Phoebe, one of Robert's task rabbits, usually makes breakfast and fru fru coffees. She cleans up. She doesn't care if there are naked men, but she seems intrigued by a naked cowboy, me. She has a lot of ink on her bod. She likes to wear these colorful yoga pants and a bra top. She's there every mornin' at 5am. Her tiny beater Toyota makes a lot of noise when she arrives. She's my alarm clock.

She feeds us, then the horses, cleans stalls, not unlike I do when I'm at home at the ranch in Colorado. Busy busy. Robert ignores her mostly. He's busy, too.

I'm not. I like to go up the hill and groom the horses. There's a restored carriage behind the barn. It's immaculate. Art. Robert takes it out, now and then, and rides down the hill into this village. Buys produce at the market, he says. It's different in Cali.

The breeze was getting warm, comin' up the hills. Robert came up from behind me and I felt his warm body on me. He was not stiff. I got a hug. I waggled my butt. He likes feeling my fur on him. I'm his sort of bear rug.

"We're going to have company this afternoon, after three." he warns me.

"Early dinner?"

"Drinks. Sex. Then dinner. Phoebe will fetch it."

"Does she join in?"

"Never. She'll leave right away."

I could feel Robert getting stiff behind me. I jutted out my butt a little.

"No! I'm going to save it, Joe."

I laughed. "Must be special guests."

"Larson is fun. Banker. He'll bring Oscar, who's a model and sometimes porn star. Edmund is coming; he's retired, but he's a stud. And you might like Ted. I think you've met him before, and from what I hear, his daughter."

Oh? That one? That rattled my memory. The original Western Rider Gal and her dad. Wow!

"You know him?"

"We have no secrets, Ted and I. Your ranch operation is a small world."

"I guess so...."

For those of you in the audience without a program, Ted's daughter caught me and my pal Ocho having good gay sex in my stables. We ended up giving that gal a good time, long ago. Then her daddy, Ted, dropped by. We gave him a good time, too. Customer relations. I should get a pin to stab on my suspenders. It would say, Best Stud Service in Colorado.

I can't deny that it made my wood stiffen. Damn it; I'm gonna save it for later.

Later came after a swim. I like swimming naked. I like Robert watchin' me and wankin' while on the phone. Does the other party know he's pervin' on me as he's talking business? Cali is strange.

I primp myself. Scissors. Trims, here and there.

The scorecard says, Larson and Oscar, and Edmund, and also the man who has already done me, Tall Ted.

Robert has taken a lot of booze up from the basement wine cellar. Makes me wonder.

Larson and Oscar arrive first. Oscar is a total stud. He's been here before, I take it, as he strips naked and jumps in the pool. Handsome man. Has an ass to die for. Larson goes immediately for the liquor. Doesn't even watch Oscar frolic. I decide to join Oscar. Something about that fine ass of his motivates me.

He's sorta shocked I've not heard of him. He does this pose thing, where he smiles wide, his goatee framing expensive teeth, and sticks his tongue out at me as if I could recognize him this way. Nope. I confess to him that I don't watch much porn, cause I wanna make my own, in person. He likes that and smiles and gets closer.

Two seconds later, my beard is meshing with his goatee as we make out. His hand softly strokes my dick. He is very good at kissing. I reach around and squeeze those muscle-buns of his and find his hot little hole. He swoons. His dick grows and grows and soon we are quite heated.

Tall Ted walks through the gate and we both look at this man. He is tall, a massive human being. He is furry, like me. Somehow, my dick gets harder. Oscar has never met him. I have. My butthole twitches at the memory. He's dressed for fast undressing. Has on a huge tank shirt, shorts, and sandals. Got natural muscle. A man's man.

He says a hello to my husband and hugs him. My husband is wearing this nothing-thong thing and his weiner is stiff. I wanna be jealous. I'm not. Then he spies ME.

"Howdy there, cowboy! 'Been fucking my daughter recently?"

This makes me cringe. Yes, I have, not too long ago.

I yell back. "I never tell. You know that!"

"Yeah, she's not so quiet," he says, smiling, his jaw pushed out. "Heard you all have some sorta leather fetish."

Oscar looks at me strange. His hand is still softly strokin' my dick.

"Like father like daughter?" I ask him.

OK, he rolls his eyes and goes for the booze. Shuts him up.

And then, another guest comes through the gate, Edmund. He is short, black, a massive man. Short hair, a little grey in it. Muscles on his muscles. He's wearing bold booty shorts and a tank top. Like a gay gorilla. Cute. Same short height as my husband. Twice as large in most other dimensions. Oscar is immediately smitten with Edmund-- I can see it in his eyes.

"Whoa!" he whispers to me. "'You know him?" he asks. I do not and tell him.

"We have'ta play with him!" he says, all excited. Then he kisses the fuck out of me. I wanna bone him right there.

Tall Ted walks out and distracts ALL of us, bein' naked now, and half hard. Adonis. Statue-worthy. All eyes go to him. Such a beautiful specimen of man. Oscar and I walk outta the pool. Oscar is seriously stiff and his beautiful bod goes straight to Tall Ted and he hugs him, boners smashin' against each other. Quite the site.

Edmund walks out, booty shorts still on. Body builder. Gotta be a competitor. I wanna oil him. He has large shades on and surveys us all. Only he and my husband have bottoms on. My husband peels his, and artfully slings 'em with his toe onto a chair. That leaves Edmund. Off comes the booty shorts he's wearing.

There is a sudden silence. Maybe reverence. Edmund has the dick of a bull and balls to match. It is the perfect dick!

I have instant respect for my husband. There are three totally handsome men, naked on his deck, which I guess, is my deck, too. Through the patio doors, there is one man who's fast into the sauce, watching all of US, Larson.

I ask Robert, "Do we take this inside?" He is hypnotized by all of these scrumptuous men. Me, too.

He shakes himself out of it and looks at me. "Anywhere you want, Joe. Any where you want."

Guess I had the baton. Gotta think quick.

I walk over to Edmund and introduce myself. He's all smiley and his wicked dick is getting boned. I drop to my knees. I am going to throat this man if it KILLS me. There seems to be several now moving in close to me as I do my work.

And the work is NOT GOING TO WORK. I can't do it. It's too damn thick. This almost never happens. But I know when to be defeated. It is a massively thick weapon perched there. Much as I try, I'm not gonna throat this man. I'm having fun trying, but I have to push back.

Robert realizes this and is astonished. Hell, me, too. It is a magnificent dick. A dominant dick. I am humbled, brilliant gay cowboy cocksucker that I am. Fuck.

I stand.

And Oscar is on it like a magnet! Swoop! He bobbed as we watched. Got deeper and deeper, pulled back and wanked Edumnd.

Then he DID IT! We all cheered as Edmund got this look on his face of WTF! Oscar seems proud of his work. Does it again.

Down on my knees behind Oscar I went. Has these bald and totally smooth ass cheeks. I had to fondle them. He rose up and I parted those cheeks. What a lovely fucking butt! I started lickin' on him. Wanked his dick. My tongue teased him and then I just went for it. Bored a hole in his ass with my tongue. In and out I went, wanking his pretty dick.

My mind-reading husband nudged me. I was busy so he nudged me again and handed me some lube. No dummy I, in mere seconds I pushed my hammer of love at the butthole of a genu-wine porn star. I pushed my thick dick there. The long slide began!

And Oscar almost choked! OK, he backed off Edmund for a sec and felt his ass become my new favorite cock sleeve. Holee SHIT! He took my thickness and then twerked it back on me. WOW.

To my surprise, Tall Ted then straddles Oscar like he's a horse, and feeds me his dick. Hot damn. His hands wrap around my head and he slowly fille me up with dick, then pulls out, the slow fuck of my skull. It is near nirvana.

"Just like old times, Joe?" he asks. He knows I can't answer because his dick is half down my throat. I moan to respond to his artful question. Yeah. I'm having too much fun. But suddenly, it all shuffles.

Edmund wants some butt to fuck. I back away, Tall Ted moves, and Edmund looks at the Perfect Ass of Oscar. We all know what's gonna happen. Oscar shakes his tail shamelessly. I don't blame him a bit.

Edmund glides in his big ole dick in Oscar like a gladiator and makes Oscar howl! Oscar is so stuffed with dick it is AMAZING. Even Tall Ted is all eyes on this very long and thick black dick workin' it way up Oscar's tail. My huband watches in awe. Me, too.

There are beads of sweat rollin' down Edmund's bod as he gets his fuck going. This is gonna be epic. Oscar is moanin'. Strangely, my husband gets in front of Oscar and offers him dick, which Oscar immediately accepted. So I get behind my husband, 'cause he's gonna get sucked while I feed his ass some o'my tubesteak.

All this seems sorta fun and Edmund is getting INTO it. My husband is getting a bit shaky, though, and I can feel what's gonna happen, and it does-- Robert gets all tense, grunts, and blows a load, which Oscar greedily sucks down. Robert is almost faint. I lift him up and help him into a chair-- he is total out of gas and grabs his always-ready wine glass.

Tall Ted is still watching Oscar's ass getting wrecked. I'm hopin' I can entice him somehow. He is a huge damn man. He gets the idea to replace my husband's dick in Oscar's mouth and does so. Oscar is now as sweaty as Edmund is, even though the sun is behind the clouds. I stand next to Tall Ted and stroke his bod. This distracts him and he smiles.

I lift his arm and smell his amazing furry pits. There are chemicals in his sweat that are blowing my cowboy mind. I nibble on his tittie and find the key that opens up his mind and libido. SCORE.

Tall Ted has sensitive nips. No one seems to have realized this before and it's new to him. I reach around and run my hands on the fur of his butt. I'm goin' for the hole soon. He might realize this.

This amazingly strong tall brute of a man is almost under my control. He could snap me, big as I am, like a twig. Powerful man. Powerful man now melting as my finger touches his butt ring. I feel him de-tense. I go around to his otherside and work his other nip. Nearby to my nose is his other armpit. His scent goes right to my dick; it almost startles me how strong my need for that scent is. I am so boned! Somehow, I have found this giant man's magic buttons. His daughter's got 'em, too.

Just as I'm getting Tall Ted to hit high gear, Edmund starts this gutteral breathing, and he steps back and out of the beautiful ass of Oscar, grabs his big black dick, the other hand on his balls, and he blasts.

There can be no other description: He hoses us. There is joy hittin' Tall Ted, Oscar, and myself! It is a thing of glory as his nuts empty at high speed and velocity. His face is of the rage of his massive ejaculation.

Then Edmund's arms dropped, his dick jutting out like an animal. Sweat was pourin'. I walked over to him and hugged the man, strokin' the sweat on his skin. His head went into my shoulder, his wet dick wipin' me. He shook. His hand somehow automatically went to my dick and he stroked me. He just stood there. His sweat was just crazy!

I looked down at Oscar, who was groanin'. His butthole was red and rich with Edmund's thick joy juices. As Edmund and I parted, I dipped my tongue and licked a long wad of that joy. Tasty stuff. And I was up Oscar's ass like a magnet. Hot damn. Tall Ted moved over Oscar and fed me his fine dick. I sucked him fine, getting him into my throat easily. Tall Ted's happiness was huge and his early cock honey fed and boned me until I just couldn't hold it.

Deep in my gonads, my happiness twisted inside and I shot off fast. Huge. I kept bonin' Oscar as my nuts emptied inside the man. There was so much creamy joy. My own butthole twitched. And I was DONE. I stood up and out.

As a gentlemen should, I offered up Oscar's porn star ass to Tall Ted. He looked at me strangely and then yep, he moved right there. Pushed. My joy was his lube as he just jammed it up Oscar's butthole. Squished out a bit, that joy did. I got behind Tall Ted as he bent a bit and put my face in his ass. I know what I wanted. I wanted to taste his hole as he fucked Oscar. He knew what was happenin' and he let me. His man scents enraged my nostrils. I had to have MORE.

It took him less than three minutes until he gave it up, almost quietly, my face and beard rich with his man-scent, my tongue trying to bury itself in his ass. Tall Ted also shook and pulled away. I hugged the man and stroked him. He had to peel away and get something to drink. I helped Oscar up. He was wrecked. Smilin' this goofy smile, he was wrecked. I hugged him and kissed him and licked his sweaty neck. His boner poked me. I'd take care of that. Easy.

Almost by intuition, I knew what he needed. A little lube covered my butthole and his fine dick. I bent over, holding one of the deck chairs, my ass in invitation. Bigger than it looked, he made his way into my pleasure palace. Fucked me smoothly. I expected rough, but he was ready. Little short strokes. He was trying to edge. He was gonna lose that battle. I reached down and under and tapped his whore hole. He banged my box and once I started doin' this, there it was!

My ass got slick quick. Oscar joy. Lots of it. I was getting nicely bred, his hands gripping my guns tightly, his sweat dripping on my back like rain. Yeah, baby. I milked all I could with my ring and he pulled out straight away. I got his last drops with my tongue, but he was way wrecked. So I hugged and squeezed the man as he panted. Somehow, he seemed smaller. Deflated somehow. Uh oh.

I grabbed him some water. He downed it and I poured more. He smiled and stood. I watched him dash straight for the pool and I followed. Suddenly, it was a pool party! Felt so good! Robert brought a tray poolside, with water and his wine bottle, put it all down, and cannonballed into the pool with us. Group grope!

It was fine. Hot men. They liked rubbing. Then I heard that familiar sound of Phoebe's old Toyota.

We looked as she waltzed through the gate, a bunch of aluminum pans of food in her arms. She didn't even look at us, just put them on the patio table.

Then she looked.

"Holy SHIT!" she yelled out, lookin' straight at all the handsome men, naked in me and Robert's pool. Yep, we're naked, too, and a couple of us have rejuvenated.

Robert yells at her, "Wanna swim? It's HOT out today."

"No shit Sherlock!" she replies.

She looks and looks at us. We all line up, most of us with boners pointing shamelessly at her as Robert laughs.

Lamar appears at the door to the patio. He's drunk as shit.

"What the fuck are you waitin' for, woman? Do you need an INVITATION?"

She raises her social finger at him swiftly. Then she looks at all of us.

"I have two more trays. Just hold that pose!"

She zips out the gate, and two more trays of stuff fly towards the kitchen. She zips back out, top flyin', and shimmies down her bright yoga pants after kickin' her sandals.

The woman is inked.

And that ink was swaying until dinner time. Had a lot of stamina. Knows how to get off on big dick.

Needless to say, dinner was served au naturel as the French say. OK, she sat funny at the table. So did Oscar.

Edmund asked if she was dessert. She flipped him a social finger, too.

Then she licked ice cream off his dick.

I helped her clean up. She seemed a little embarrassed about what she'd been doin'.

Then she sucked me dry in the pantry, twisting her nipples almost flat as she did it.

"I'm a slut, Joe. Makes me shameful."

"Me, too, Phoebe. You know I am."

"We are what we are. I'm gonna be really sore. Dammit."

She put the empty trays into a stack and dropped them in the recyclin' bin.

Stopping, she stared at me. "Too bad, cowboy. Too bad. Robert got ya. I'd do ya anytime. You are just handsome as fuck. All the fun ones are gay or bi, 'know that?" She sorta pouted.

"Mostly," I replied. "It's a state of mind and body. You have The Hunger, jus' like me."

Smilin', she gave me this long hug. She looked up at me with puppy dog eyes and did it again, huggin' on me.

She walked outta the pantry and put on her clothes. The guys were all drinkin' hard stuff, naked at the deck table. They did not notice her puttin' her clothes back on. She said nothin'. I came over and hugged her goodbye. It was another long hug. Then she was gone.

A buncha different cars came by and as each man peeled away, it was a little sad. Oscar almost had t'carry Lamar out.

Robert was snoozin' in his deck chair. I put a blanket over him. He'd be OK. Then he stirred and I slung him over my shoulder and carried him to bed.

Cali is a strange place.