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Remember me from Wild West Guys?
Mr. Pike, of course I remember you. I hope you are doing well.
I hope he got fucked prior to his hanging. That would be the way I wanna go out. Yea, I chew too.
Now that is a proper party.
Last Ride
So, before I start telling this story, I wanna let ya’ll know that I have been sexually active when it comes to a noose, since I saw my first western on TV when they were in black and white. Seriously, something inside me popped and I thought I had injured myself when I looked down at my crotch and saw wet. I was probably 9 or 10 at the time. Headed into the bathroom and checked myself out and didn’t see any blood so I figured I was ok.
Now I can be complicated with my upbringing. Single mom, poor, but was only allowed to wear 1 pair of sneakers and cords. Mom wasn’t a person who liked denim so that is why she never bought blue jeans for me. Yet most of the guys in school growing up wore Levis. I was always looked down on and really hated school because I was that kid who never fit in with anyone so I was mostly a loner.
After graduation I started work on my first paycheck I bought a pair of Levis, dark blue, man I jacked off more times than I could count. I stopped wearing underwear because the rough denim always had my cock semi-hard. My boot fetish started about the same time. I stole my first pair of boots from the clothing store. I went to try on a pair of those rough out ACME cowboy boots that everyone seemed to be wearing in the 70’s. Later I bought my first black pair of buckaroo boots from the western store. Tony Lama was my go-to boots after that and a Stetson. Mind you there were other brands of cowboy hats, but in the western store they had a poster called “Never Steal a Stetson” and it showed a cowboy who had been hanged.
Moving forward, I started taking riding lessons and after 3 years bought my first horse and saddle and I stabled Hamet at a local stable that was out in the country; 3-4 times a week after work I was out there, riding, brushing him down, weekend I reserved for trail riding. 3-4 hours at a time. I really wasn’t ever a ‘cowboy’ more a horseman. I did the show circuit and did pretty good. But it all came crashing down when I lost my job, couldn’t make rent and pay for my horse and the stable bill. So, sold the horse and saddle and moved to the city where I was able to find work. But through this all, the noose was always in the back ground. What I jacked off too fantasying about.
The city changed me in several ways, I found out that I liked guys as sexual partners, went to my first leather bar and discovered a whole new world. Black Bike Leather and western gear, head to toe. Bondage and S/M. Made some friends, did a lot of shit. But again, the noose was always in the back of my mind.
By then the internet was booming, chat rooms opened up. There was a software I bought called mIRC where you could create a room and guys would sign in and start a group chat or a personal chat. I always create my room called #GayNoose and that is when I met him. My handle at the time was “Boots and Hat”. His handle was “string you up”. He lived outside of Houston, TX. On his ranch Northwest of the city with 60 acres. House and barn with some horses and he had a ranch hand that helped him out with the livestock. His first question to me was “How long are you looking to ride the noose?” I told him if he was gonna hang me that would be on him to make that decision. He wanted to know more about me. I told him that I was getting older, most of my friends were looking more for the young Leathermen and weren’t interested in me. Then he said, “Well, I would hang you!” Instant hardon!
I said, ‘no shit?’ he laughed and said, “so when did you wanna do this?” I told him in the early Summer or late Spring. He asked me why so many months from now. I explained that there were things I needed to take care of, I was executor of my sister and the doctors didn’t think she would last until fall. My sister had money and I was the only benefactor. If I was gonna come and visit Houston I would be coming to stay.
We talked for months, making plans on how I was just gonna disappear from the area. So, after my sister was buried and estate settled we reconnected. He sent me a burner phone talked on the phone and we set the plan in motion that we had settled on what my last ride was gonna be. Every night I was on the road he would call me to check on where I was on my trip, told him what my plan was for the night and told me to have fun and he would call me the next night.
With my inheritance I bought a Black Dodge RAM pickup truck, packed a couple things and left my life behind me and started my drive to Houston, headed south to San Francisco, stopped off at Mr. S, got some items I had ordered, did the leather bars there and then headed to LA, did the leather bars there and then headed east. I hit Houston in 4 days. He had told me where there was a cheap motel outside of the city, road wasn’t busy so I stopped got a carton of Marlboro Light 100’s and a bottle of Jack. Checked into the seedy Motel, he told me to go too, at around 4:00 pm. I unpacked what I had brought and laid my gear out on the bed. Lit a smoke, pour a whisky and sat down and looked at the gear I was gonna hang in.
I got the last call that night around 6pm, told me to stay put, rest shower and at 9:00 pm start walking down the road out front of the motel. I did ask him if “This is really gonna happen?” His response was serious, “We got your back, man.” And then hung up.
So, I took a shower and pulled on my new Wrangler Jeans, and tall Black Tony Lama boots. Put on my denim shirt, belt and packed my leathers in a duffle bag with my gun belt, spurs and leather gloves. Also had the carton of smokes and the rest of the bottle of Jack and the burner phone.
After putting on my fringed leather motorcycle jacket and Stetson, I picked up the duffle bag, slipped out of the motel room and locked the door and left the keys on the table.
I walked to the end of the drive way, turned onto the road and started walking. Couple cars drove past me, one guy offered me a lift which I declined. I knew the color of the truck he was driving so there wasn’t any confusion.
About 15-20 minutes down the road a truck passed me and slowed down. It pulled over and the passenger door opened and waited. I put my duffle in the back of the truck and climbed into the truck. That is when I met my hangman. Dark hair, dark eyes, Stetson, jeans, boots Levi jacket. He was probably 6.2 190lbs. He looked at me and said, “You Ready?” I looked at him and said, “no changes to the plan?” “Nope, we are on track.” And I closed the passenger door.
We drove for about 45 minutes going farther out into the country. We did small talk, every once in a while he would touch his crotch and give a heavy sigh, then reach over and stroke my cock through my Wrangler’s and smile and say, “Just Checking”.
Eventually we make a right turn onto a dirt road with a gate, he told me to get out, and so did he. We walked to the front of the truck and he gave me a once over. He smile and said, “Last chance, once we go through this gate there is no turning back, do you understand?” I paused, looked at him and said, “I been through a lot, done a lot, I think it is time for a new adventure.” He smiled and nodded his head. He followed me back to the truck, opened the passenger side of the door and stopped me. From his back pocket he pulled out a small leather thong and told me to turn around, which I did and he proceeded to tie my hands behind my back and then helped me back into the passenger seat. Walked around the front of the truck to open the gate and rolled through, stopped and locked the gate behind us. He climbed back in and we drove on, came around the bend in the road where his house and barn were located. Then I saw another guy waiting on the porch. His ranch hand! About the same height and weight, more muscled I would say because of his work on the ranch. He came down the stairs, walked over to the passenger side of the truck, opened up the door and stated, “Hey Steve, looks like you got us an outlaw.” Steve said, “Yea, Gary, he is committed, told me at the gate.” Gary grabbed me and pulled me out of the truck and shoved me toward the house.
We walked up the stairs and through the door, I stood there while they sized me up, talked about my hanging and how it had been a while since they had played. Steve told Gary to get my duffle out of the back of the truck and put it in the barn. Gary left, and Steven let me to my room for the night. Back of the house, he opened the door and I only had a bed, and a table. Steve untied my hands which my now my fingers had grown numb. Told me to get some rest, and not to jack-off, my load was gonna be the highlight of my hanging in the morning.
Steve stepped out of the room and locked the door behind me.
I lay down on the bed, I didn’t sleep well since I kept trying to finger my balls and cock, Morning finally came and the door was unlocked. Steve came into the room, dressed in full black western leather. He looked at me, check the sheets to make sure there were no stains and led me out of the house after a stop off at the bathroom. There was a bag of water hanging with a hose, purge, he told me. So, I clean myself, still naked except for my boots and walked out of the bathroom. Steve was waiting, then took me through the back of the house outside and into the barn.
I stopped; the darkness took a while for my eyes to adjust. There was a noose hanging above a platform about 4’ off the ground, stairs leading up the top. A large box was positioned under the noose. My gear was laid out on the edge of the platform; I was told to get dressed. I got my spurs on first, then my western chaps, they were a smooth shiny black leather with conchos down the legs. My leather vest was next and then my double gun belt. Finally gloves. Gary was there wearing his western gear as well. He was fuck’n handsome, clean shaved with a stache.
Gary came over to get me, as Steve mounted the stairs and started adjusting the noose. Gary, then bent me over and I was to use the platform to lean on. Then I felt my ass being greased and then pressure as Gary slipped his bare cock into my hole. He started slow and me trying to take is cock all the way. Gary knew I was ready when I pushed myself back on his cock. Then he really started, hard thrusts, he grunted with each push. At one point he leaned over on top of me and grabbed each arm and tied my hands behind me. He shouted to Steve he was gonna pop, and then I felt my guts get warm as he shot his load inside me. He laid on top of my panting and sweaty, and whispered in my ear, “Now you are gonna hang, faggot outlaw.” His cock shrunk and he pulled out with a pop. Next I felt was Gary placing a butt-plug into my ass, and told me he was gonna keep his seed in me while I twitched.
Steve told Gary to get me up the stairs and on the box. The trap door was under the box, so when Steve pulled the lever, the box would drop out from under me. Steven met me at the top of the box; he looked me in the eyes as he placed the noose around my neck. Slide the knot to my right ear and smiled. I looked down and saw Steve’s cock straining at this leather jeans. He saw me look down and opened his fly and he cock came out and was pouncing.
Gary came up the stairs and stood next to me, I felt his hand on my butt cheek, “Just gonna steady you.” He said. Steve started to take up the slack of the rope to the point I was standing on the toes of my boots and Steve tied off the end, Gary came around front of me, and so did Steve. “You ready to swing, outlaw?” Gary said, and I looked at them both and smiled. Steve brought out an bottle of poppers and told me to inhale deeply a couple of hits. My head started to swim as Gary started to jack me off with a gloved hand. Steven went over and put his hand on the lever. “Gary, you let me know when he shoots and I pull the lever and he hangs. His hanging like that will make sure his death-load is a big one!” Then Gary did something I wasn’t expecting, he started to suck my cock. I tried not to shoot, but my cock chose my time to hang. Gary dropped his arm, Steven pulled the lever, trap opened, box through the trap and I was kicking! We had agreed, no drop, no snap, I would strangle out kicking and pumping air all the time till the end. Poppers kept me going a while longer as Steven came over to watch the show and Gary jacked Steve off and spattered his seed on my still twitching boots. Spurs jingling like the tail of a rattlesnake.
Then all went quiet, I felt warm and fuzzy, then nothing…
Hot AI vid, for me it is very calming and exciting as well.
Did anyone see this scene in Reacher?
I been curious about nooseplay and been more and more intrigued by it lately. But there is always that fear factor, if I want to experience noose pay safely, what are something’s I need to keep in mind from a Dom that offers the experience?
Well, first of all, never meet up with a hangman for a scene, without first getting to know them personally on a non-play date. Go out for a drive, walk in a park and talk. Meet for a couple beers, get to know each other. Don't be afraid to ask questions, what experiences have they had in the past. What are they looking for in a play partnership.
Remember, this guy is gonna be holding your literal LIFE in his hands, so how far are you gonna trust him. Remember to listen to your gut and not listen to the little head.
You are also looking for a Dom, who is empathetic, has a sense of humor and outside of doing a scene is a caring person. You are looking for someone to play with and hopefully develop a friendship.
I have to say I empathize with you. I am 72 and have been in the game since I was 11. I've always been drawn to the noose and would hang little boys in our garage when I was 12. Me, Ai would choose a tight rubber suit for the hanging. I like that restrictive feel. Also, I used straps for the arms and thighs and for the feet with my hands tied behind me.
I have a partner who really never wanted to play this and we've been together for 37 yrs. It hasn't been easy and now I wonder why I still want to do this.
Any advice?
Well, there have been a couple thoughts from guys into hanging for many years. It boils down to the idea that maybe in a past life were were either hangmen who really enjoyed the power behind seeing justice done at the time, OR, we were the victims and need to get back on the ride for another round in the next life.
As I have said before, the noose is a powerful master. My partner isn't into the scene, and we are mostly platonic now in our relationship. I miss acting out my passions, so I am left with only the fantasies of what I did earlier in life.
Ramblings
I thought I would just post some ramblings this morning about people I have met over the years into nooseplay. There are guys who want to hang naked all in the buff. Some men only want to be wearing puff vests and shoes, others like myself in full western or bike gear. Some guys want to exit with another guy hanging next to them while others just want 1 guy to witness their hanging. Normally, they guy that sets them up for a hanging.
I have also, over the years had some great friends who while playing finally succumbed to the power of the noose and finished out their last ride. Whether it was intentional or not, they no longer are with us.
The noose is a powerful master, for me I never play alone, at least not for the last 30 years. Due to some medical issues that developed over those years and the partial blindness I now have in my right eye. It would see that the blood pressure build up with strangling enlarged the main blood vessel in my right eye and over laid on some of the rods and cones in my eye, now scaring as given me a black hole in my vision but only my right eye. Left eye so far is ok. But it makes for a difficult time for reading and close up work.
Finally having been in this scene, literally since I was like 9 years old, I am still drawn to the scene, now only fantasy. AND, it is the only way I can get off is thinking about someone in full western or bike leather, hanging me in mine. A nice slow strangle and rope dance.
Some guys continue with what happens afterwards, for me, I really don't have a care or an opinion. I am 71 years old now, so literally I survived being cautious.
Your story Hamet is pretty good. The hanging scene is great but needs more of it. It didn't last long enough. I liked it a lot.
Well, it wasn't supposed to be a full ride at the end of a rope. Having been hanged 3 times, you need to make sure your not up there for more than 20 seconds.
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Hamet
Story I wrote many years ago. Let me know what you think.
Hamet
His name was Hamet. A young Quarter horse gelding, palomino in color with four white socks, mane and tail. He was, for a while, my only friend. I'd brush him down and tell him my problems. I had always dreamed of being a cowboy, and when I was old enough, I went out and bought a black and silver saddle, and a full set of leathers. I looked hot on horseback, new dark blue Levis, a light blue denim shirt, black vest, chaps and boots.
I lived about 60 miles south of Seattle, in an area somewhat redneck, a lot of local 'good ol' boys'. Hamet was new to being a saddle horse so I was out training him most of the time. Trail riding was probably the best time we had to ourselves. Just leaning back in the saddle with my dick out, jerking off, and Hamet, walking along rocking me back and forth.
Hamet was boarded on a ranch next to the Ft. Lewis Military Base. The Base spread over most of a three-county area. There were a lot of trails that the local horsemen used, working on their endurance riding. The ranch itself was small, only about 20 stalls for horses, a farm house and an outhouse for the boarders to use. Some of the Military men thought it was a great place to stable their horses so they were out there riding all the time.
One day when I was at the ranch. brushing Hamet down for a ride, a man came into the barn. I was bent over cleaning Hamet's hooves and saw a pair of polished brown boots coming over to me. He wore silver spurs. his chaps were slung over his shoulder and were a worn dark brown, stained with horse sweat. He had a large belt buckle with a bucking bronco inset, tight faded Wranglers tucked into his boots and a large bulge where is cock and balls were setting. A dark denim shirt, bandanna and a tall, wide brimmed Stetson. He must have stood 6' 6 with a massive chest and the shirt he wore was tight and showed the curves of muscles beneath the denim. I dropped Hamet's hoof and looked into lake blue, piercing, eyes. His hair, military short, was coal black and he sported a large well-trimmed mustache. He had bought the large bay horse next to Hamet.
The man's name was Buck I asked him if that was his real name or just a handle. He told me it was real, and then smiled. I felt very warm. He said he was from Oklahoma City area and had grown up on his father's ranch. We talked for about 15 to 20 minutes about some of the better trails on the military reservation. By the time we were finished talking, my cock was hard and needing relief. He brought out Beau, his new horse, and started to groom him for his ride. I made my way to the outhouse for a quick jack-off session. I stopped and looked around. The ranch was pretty much deserted except for Buck and myself. I went inside, whipped out my cock and stroked.
I guess Buck needed to piss before his ride and headed to the outhouse and caught me cuming. Cum spurted out of my cock and spattered on his boots. He and I held eye contact for just a few seconds, he winked at me, stepped back out and closed the door. I was so embarrassed, not at being caught jacking off. I had shot my load on his boot. They were polished; he must have spent hours on them. Great first impression, Huh?
I must have waited 15 minutes before I had the nerve to get out of the outhouse. I figured he would be on his ride by then. When I got back to the barn he was gone.
Hamet was getting impatient so I went to my truck and got out my black chaps and vest, put them on, swung up into the saddle, and we were off down the trail. The weather was great. Blue sky above and not too hot or cold. A light breeze blowing in from the south. Everywhere you looked there was new leaf green. I was still hot! Damn. my cock was being rubbed by the action of the saddle against my thigh. We were about 40 minutes into our ride when we rounded a bend in the trail and I saw Buck.
He had dismounted and was standing against a large oak tree on the edge of a small clearing. Beau was ground tied and Buck was watching me as I came closer. I figured and apology was in order. Hopefully he would understand. When I got closer, I saw him jerking off His cock was rock hard as he stared at me. For a few seconds he looked down at his cock then back up at me. I stopped, was he jerking off thinking about me? I really didn't know, but I asked if he minded some company. He said, "No, don't mind at all." So, I jumped down and tied Hamet so he and Beau could graze together. I walked over and stood in front of him. I unbuttoned my Levis and pulled out my cock. We stood there stroking out cocks looking in each other’s eyes. He would look down at his cock and then back at me. I finally got the hint. I kneeled down and opened my mouth. He stopped, looked at me, and then took a step closer. I smelled the musky scent of male crotch and horse sweat leather. He bent slightly and I took his cock into my mouth and sucked slow and deep. He told me to put my hands behind my back and l felt a rope snug around my wrists. He pulled back, then held me face down on the ground and whipped the rest of the rope around my wrists and tied it down. I started to protest and he used a bandanna to gag me. He rolled me over and stood over me. His cock, sticking out from the fly of his Wranglers. I was helpless, I struggled a Little and he put a boot on my chest. Looking down at me, He said, "Thought you should get a couple of lessons on what I expect from a guy, before I call it friendship, understand?" I nodded my head and he said, "Fine." He took off the gag and told me if I had any questions to save them until later. If I talked, he would gag me again.
He lifted his boot, turned and walked over to his horse, got a length of rope from his saddle which he tossed over to the base of the tree. He looked down at me and told me he hadn't wiped my cum from his boot. He told me to lick them clean. If I did a good job I could suck his cock again. I had tasted that precum drooling from his cock, it was really sweet and I wanted more of it.
I looked up at him for a minute and rolled over on my belly and saw the dried cum spattered on the brown leather. I licked his boots, using my hair to dry the spit. Up the sides and around the heel, the boots smelled new and made me shiver. I hoped my throbbing cock wouldn't shoot another load. or at least not on his boots. All the time he talked to me about how he had trained men in the army and how to a 'few' men he taught other things. If I passed this test he would consider training me for a lot more. I was just finishing the other boot when he rolled me back over and knelt down on one knee, his cock close to my mouth. He told me to clean his cock because he was going to fuck me -slow and easy -and he wanted a spit slick cock.
I took his cock in my mouth, tasting the sweet precum that flowed out of the piss slit. He held the back of my head and guided my mouth with every stroke over his cock. He told me to take it all and straddled my chest, his cock slapping me in the face. He leaned forward and started fucking my face. My throat was trying to take it and I was having trouble. He slowed down and told me to relax and go with what was happening. First time would always be bard, until I got used to it. eventually I would look forward to sucking his cock. Breathing was better when he slowed down. My spit was really lubing up his cock and then he reached back into his boot and pulled out a bowie knife. He pulled out of my mouth and held the knife to my throat. I felt a warm trickle of blood as he lightly cut the skin next to my left ear. With the blade at my throat, I looked into his eyes but didn't move. He bent down and kissed me, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth. I was breathing hard and then I shot my load, and without ever touching myself.
He pulled back and looked at me. He reached down and gathered up some of my cum and spread it on his cock, and rolled me over. I felt the knife slit open the ass of my Levis. His hands exposing my ass to the air. I felt him working on my hole, slowly working a finger into it and then another. I shuddered and yelped. He pulled out his fingers and lay on top of me and whispered in my ear, "Relax and take deep breaths, if it hurts too much, tighten up your ass and then relax again and the pain will ease. Just remember to ride the pain like you were breaking in a green horse." I swallowed hard and taking a couple of breaths I felt his cock enter my ass.
Oh GOD in heaven, Oh God, it hurt! I had never been fucked before and I shuddered and twisted, but I did as I had been told and tightened up my ass and relaxed, he shoved in the last few inches and stopped. I think I was whimpering and he lay on top of me not moving. He whispered., "I stopped so can used to my cock. It feels good up inside your ass, cowboy. You ready for your ass to get broke in Huh?" I nodded and he started pumping my ass, slowly at first, after a while it started to feel good. I began raising my ass, pushing back against his thrusts and helped him fuck me. He pumped faster until we were both breathing hard. He groaned and I felt my guts get warm.
He slowed down and lay on top of me, ticking and nipping the back of my neck. He held me down and told me he was going to mark his property. I felt pressure in my ass and my guts got warm. I lowered my head and closed my eyes; he pissed inside my ass. He held me closer and told me to take it like a man. He was clean and this was just another part of what was supposed to happen. My eyes stung as I fought back tears. He pulled out slowly and told me to hold in his piss. God, l needed to shit, but I followed his orders. He flopped me over and pulled out a piece of leather and wound it tight around my balls. l winced as he tied it off, He grabbed the front of my shirt and half lifted, half dragged me to my feet. l was shoved over to the trunk of the tree and told to stay. He went over to Beau and in his saddlebags, he pulled out a pair of spurs with large rowels that jingled loudly. He shook them and smiled at the jingling sound. His cock started to swell a little as he walked back over to me. He knelt down and strapped them on my boots. He stood up and stroked his cock a little. He pushed me down and told me to sit. Reaching over, he grabbed the rope and sat down in front of me, and started to tie a noose. His cock was rock hard and as he looked at me, he noticed that my cock was starting to get hard and jerking. He smiled and said, "Alright!".
He stood up and threw the rope over a limb of the tree. His cock was full and precum was again oozing from his piss slit. He held the knot in his hand and framed his cock with the loop. He looked at me and said, " Come here and suck this cock, cowboy. This could be your last meal!"
He chuckled at his joke, l was scared. Sucking his cock meant putting my neck in the noose. By now l figured if I was going to die, I'd do it like a man should, and just accept it as it came. I struggled up and walked over to him. The spurs jingled with every step I took. I knelt down and opened my mouth and tasted the sweet juice again as he slipped the noose over my head and cinched it up tight behind the back of my left ear. It scratched into my throat as he took up slack and then pulled his cock away. He pulled on the rope getting me to my feet. He pulled a bandanna out of his pocket and told me to open my mouth. He gaged me again. He started talking to me about hangings. He could either pull me up by hand or walk a horse out from under me. My choice! I looked at him and then looked a Beau. He left me to get the saddle off his horse. Beau was about 16 hands (5' at the withers), Buck lifted me up and sat me on his horse. He took up the slack and tied the end of the rope to the trunk of the tree and started jerking himself off. He talked about really wanting me to do a good long dance at the end of his rope. He was really going to enjoy hearing my spurs jingle as I twisted, squirmed and kicked. When he shot. he would cum on my still twitching boots. He was watching me closely as he pulled the reins of his horse. Beau moved forward as I slid off his back. There was no jerk and my neck didn't break.
I swung there for a minute as Buck slapped Beau out of the way and back into the field, not missing a stroke on his cock. The rope closed my windpipe and I couldn't breathe. The sounds in my ears went from a spur jingling to a roar. I gasped and twisted. Kicking and trying to run, suspended in the air. The pressure built up behind my eyes and my sight of Buck darkened to blackness. In my guts discharged Buck's piss and my shit, as my body relaxed.
Buck was cat calling me to dance, "Come on as swipe, do the hangman's jig! Hang faggot, yea boy. Come on cowboy, fuck'n dance." Buck shot his load over my boots like he promised., then pulled the knife from his boot and cut the rope at the tree trunk. I fell in a heap on the ground as he ran back and took the rope from my around neck. Picking me up, he carried me over to his saddle and stretched me out, using his saddle as a pillow. He untied my hands and held me very close, opening my mouth. he forced air into my lungs. I remember coughing, and Buck ordering me to breath, and I, coughing again. I felt warm as he held me, licking my neck, moving his mouth over my face. He reached around into his saddlebags and pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels and lifting my head, told me to take a shot.
It was warm and felt good going down. l looked up and saw his face. He was grinning and started inching down to my tortured cock and balls. My balls were screaming for relief. He slid his mouth over my cock and slowly untied my balls. The blood rush was incredible. I gasped and shot the largest load of cum l ever had down his throat. Buck swallowed it hungrily, massaging my balls and milking my cock with his mouth and hand. His tongue cleaned my cock as my body pumped out my cum.
I could only lay there in a pool of sweat; my jeans and shirt were soaked. Buck wiped his mouth and slid up next to me, taking the bottle, he sucked down a hefty shot. He rolled over on top of me and kissed me hard and said with a sigh, "Now, we're friends!" I looked into those eyes and said, "Friends?" Buck nodded. He asked if I was ready to go back to the barn. Snuggling into his chest, I said, "Not yet." I just wanted to lay there with this man. We talked into the late afternoon. smoked a couple of cigars and decided to go out camping on horseback the next weekend.
I earned the spurs I was wearing that day.
A few pictures from over the years.
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Just 'hanging' around always looking for like-minded men. Cowboys Leathermen smokers step to the front of the line.