unspecified cowboy character lives alone on an old ranch, since his wife left him a few months ago because he couldn't get an erection with her. after her, he tried having sex with both women and men, only getting erections with men. and the reader, lucky as he is, manages to be the first to top the cowboy
After weeks, probably even months of thinking, I think I have found the perfect character for this one.
Warning. 18+. Mature content. Bottom character. Bottom Aragorn. Top Male Reader. Both character and reader have a cock. Dacryphilia. Moaning the name of someone else. Riding. Rimming. Guilt. Straight to gay.
Cowboy Au.
Cowboy! Aragorn x Barman! Male Reader
The walls of the small house surrounded by acres of plane land filled with animals and growing fruits, felt awfully quiet compared to those joyful times him and Arwen used to have, together.
Together, it felt good knowing he wasn't alone, knowing he had someone to love and embrace. Someone who would call him "mine" and love him back.
If only he could go back in time and fix where everything went wrong. If only he could have fixed himself before everything had to end. Maybe then, Aragorn wouldn't be sitting alone at an empty table in the house he bought for him and his wife, now turned ex. He regretted it so much, not having done anything to avoid such unfortunate ending.
He sighed. He stood up from his seat and went outside to feed the chickens and cows.
Am I not good enough for you?
These words hauntec him like the devil every time he let his mind wonder away from the tasks he's supposed to be fixed on.
It is hard to think about anything else when your wife has left you and divorced you, just because his body wouldn't fucking work in bed. Aragorn blamed his cock. That was the reason why Arwen left him, why else? It wouldn't stand up whenever these two would go intimate.
Strange, it worked just fine before getting married, and it also worked fine during the honey moon. He remembers the many times he'd get an erection whenever he got a peak of her beautiful breasts. Then why did his cock decide to stop working so abruptly?
"Haaa..." another sigh. Aragorn shook his head and finally threw the last fistful of seeds to the chickens. "I'm sorry, girls, you shouldn't see me in this miserable state," he said to the chickens, as if he'd ever receive some comfort from them. The eggs that they lay could be considered as some type of comfort, right? They always taste good.
The sound of an engime could be heard coming closer. His tired eyes caught from afar a man on its bike coming closer.
"Hey!" the sleevless men said as it stopped in front of Aragorn's ranch. "Mind telling how much it's left to get to Hayvill?" Aragorn didn't answer right away, his eyes went down the exposed cleavage of that man, and his body reacted on its own.
He could feel his own cock stir awake under his own pants.
"Shit..." he cursed under his breath as he looked away for a quick second, his cheeks turning slightly pink from the embarrassment. "Twenty minutes away..."
"Aye, thanks mate! Have a good one!" And with nothing else to add, the driver left.
Aragorn stared down at his own crotch, a little bulge could be noticed.
"Dammit... I need to get laid."
He has had some few adventures during the past few months after the divorce with his wife. All of them were with women, and none of them could get his cock hard. He did notice something throughout those months, and it was thanks to a magasine one of his gay friends showed him when they went for drinks; the many pictures of sexy, nude men would make his cock throb and grow hard under his pants.
Never in his life did he ever think that he'd be turned on by the sight of naked men, the same gender as his. It was a new discovery, and Aragorn didn't know how to take it.
Even after coming to the possible conclussion that Aragorn might be an homosexual man, despite having married a woman and having sex with many others after her, he never tried to put it to test. In other words, he never had sex with a man.
It could be due from anxiety, guilt, perhaps even fear. Fear of what? If you're gay, so be it, right? Enjoy your new life kissing men and sucking cock. But Aragorn has never tried approaching a man, he doesn't know how to. It's easy to flirt with a woman, and Aragorn has experience with the body of a woman, but a man? How do you flirt with a man? And will the things he sexually enjoy be the same another man enjoys during sex?
Aragorn was probably overthinking the whole subjects.
And still, he hasn't had sex with a man, and his body was building sexual tension inside, wanting to be released. He needed to have sex, satisfying sex.
He groaned, deciding for once and for all that tonight he will have mind blowing sex. It's a promise to his poor cock.
The tavern was awfully quiet tonight, which was weird for a friday night, it's usually full to the point bartenders need to kick out some people to let others come inside.
Silent, Aragorn went to sit on a stool at the bar. He observed his surroundings, there were some few men around, let's see the possible options he has.
The friend group being loud at the center of the place, they were drunk. One looks like he never takes a shower; ew, no. The other looks like a total pervert; disgusting. The third man has a hand wrapped around a young woman, his hand squeezing one of her breasts; clearly straight, and also a pervert.
What else can he find? The man sitting not so far away from him at the bar is old, probably in his eighties, too old for him.
What about the younger man sitting at the corner? He hasn't even touched his drink yet and looks like he's about to cry, how old is he?
Aragorn was starting to lose hope, maybe tonight he'll have to give himself a quickie in his bathtub.
"What can I get you, handsome?" a voice brought his attention right in front of him.
His eyes widened when he saw the young bartender smiling down at him with a cocky smirk, he was... really pretty. "H-huh?"
A soft chuckle came from the barman. "Fancy a drink? What can I make for a cutie like you?"
Aragorn swallowed thickly. He knows he shouldn't take the flirting words of a bartender personally, flirting is part of their job to get more tips. But when this man says these dangerous words to him while looking at him as if he means everything he says, not believing them turns into a challenge. One he doesn't know if he'll be able to overcome.
"I, uh, just an old fashioned... please."
The barman nods with that charming smile before getting to work on that drink. The experience could be seen on the smooth gestures and small precision. Aragorn couldn’t help but follow the hands, large, lightly calloused, how would they feel on his body?
His eyes widen and a blush spread across his cheeks as he realizes what he was just thinking a second ago.
These thoughts, they won’t leave him alone.
“I haven’t seen your face before in this bar, new to the town?” the barman asks.
Aragorn stays silent for a second, before staring at his drink. “No. I just don’t like to go out drinking too much.”
The barman hums at the answer. “I see, so, what’s the occasion of tonight?” Again, no right away answers from the old cowboy. The soft blush on his cheeks darkened, and he couldn’t even look at you anymore, embarrassed. He was unconsciously an open book for you to read. Your gentle smile turns into a more dangerous smirk. “Ah, I see.”
The introductions between you two were cut short so not to waste time, precious time. He’s Aragorn, you’re Y/n. He’s slightly older than you, you’re younger than him. He wants sex, and you’ll give it to him.
“Nghh! Ah!”
You’ve never found someone as sensitive as him before, poor man, he must have been holding some pent-up sexual frustration. Aragorn didn’t even bother taking off all his clothes, his button-up shirt was open so messily, his boxers hanging loosely below his knees, while his cock was as hard as a rod, leaking and throbbing angrily in your hand.
“My, my… it is truly your first time with a man.” You found it hard to believe this was his first time with a man, with the way his cock bulged the front of his pants the moment you accepted his generous invitation, you thought he might have had a good taste of the feeling of another man. And yet here he was, already close to losing it just from your mouth kissing and licking his sensitive flesh.
The way he whimpers, it just makes you more aroused. “Pl-please! Please...! N-no more…”
“Huh?” With false innocence you tilt your head. “What do you mean ‘no more’? You wanted this, you brought me here.” Your tongue gave another slow stride all along the hard shaft from base to tip. Aragorn’s legs twitched, shocks of pleasure ran across his body; this was too much.
“Ah! Ah! Haa…” It was so overwhelming to him. All these months without proper care, it made this experience painfully pleasurable.
Your hand jerked him off slowly while your free hand held his hips down on the bed. “You taste really good, Aragorn, you must be proud.” Your lips descended to his balls, kissing him and sucking them gently. They had to be taken care of gently, after all, they kept inside the most precious part of him; his seed.
“Please… hic… please Y/n… I need…” Tears have started to roll down his cheeks a while ago. It amazed you how a man like him could look so pretty while crying and begging for your touch.
“Hmm… alright, alright, just because you look so adorable when asking so nicely.” You kindly turn him on his stomach, his muscular ass fully exposed for your hungry eyes.
Aragorn hides his messy face in the pillow, hugging it tightly. His brain is having a hard time processing everything that is happening, he feels so vulnerable under your eyes. It’s so humiliating. And he can’t help but find it strangely arousing.
Your hands grab his soft ass cheeks; you can feel him tensing again under your hands. “Calm down, sweetheart, I promise you’ll feel good.” You pull his cheeks apart, exposing that soft, puckered ring of muscles, tightly clenched. Your mouth felt full of saliva with how sweet it looked. Making sure to take your time so you don’t scare the gorgeous man under you, you lower down until you’re between his open cheeks, mouth on his hole. “Hmmm…” First, you give it a kiss, and Aragorn’s ass clenches on you, then you lick it softly, and finally give in at the flavor.
“Nghh! Ahn! A-agh…! Guuh-! Hic…” Aragorn couldn’t think straight anymore, he could feel your tongue on his asshole, that dirty place, it felt so good! His hips moved on their own, pushing further against you. His hands gripped the pillow so tightly, his nails might rip the sheets open. “Y/n-! Y/n! A-aaah!” Your tongue moved so fast inside him, it has found the way to open his loose, or maybe he unconsciously relaxed, giving you the chance to explore all of his body.
“You taste so wonderful…” you moaned, two of your fingers stretched him open, showing his pink walls, soaked with fluids and saliva of your own. “Might devour you until you cum.”
“No! Please… no!” It wouldn’t be enough. Your tongue isn’t enough. He needs something else, something much bigger and fulfilling.
What are you saying, Aragorn!?
Desiring another man’s cock. Desiring it so bad. Was he seriously that desperate?
“You don’t want my tongue anymore?” you ask with a mocking pout.
Aragorn wasn’t sure anymore, or maybe he was just too afraid to say it.
But you didn’t need to hear it from him, he’s easy to read, after all.
You smile and kiss the low of his back. “I see.”
Positions change, and now your own hard erection rests between the cheeks of Aragorn.
Grinding your hips against his drew him closer to the edge of losing it. Feeling your cock grind against his needy, slick hole, it woke up something in him, something completely new. “What’s wrong, cowboy?” you ask close to his ear in a whisper before licking his tears away. “Suddenly feeling cock hungry? I can help you with that…” You moved from on top of him and picked him up to sit him on your lap, you cock finding its way between his plump cheeks. “You’re gonna ride this wild horse.”
“I… I don’t know how-“
Your hands went down to his butt cheeks. “Up up.” He did as told, a little ashamed to be manhandled this way. One of your hands went to grab your cock while the other pulled Aragorn’s cheeks apart, giving way for the tip of your cock to find the needy hole. “Now take a deep breath, and slowly sink in.”
Aragorn swallowed thickly, he took a deep breath in and slowly started to sit down. The head of your cock pushed against the ring of muscles, and the man on top of you tensed as the unknown pressure. All of this was so new, yet he felt like taking that head inside him, and he was going to take it. The tip goes inside, and a soft yelp escapes his lips as his walls clench tightly, almost trying to push it away.
“Shhh… you’re doing so good…” You move a hand to his lower back, giving soft caresses to distract him.
He nods, liking the gentle praise. He keeps going lower, and your full head goes in. “Ungh… haa…” It felt so strange, and yet it also sent a pleasurable sensation to his brain.
“Very good, keep going…”
The brunette man pants heavily as he tries to take more inside him, your girth keeps opening him even more, he can’t help but grunt at the pressure against his walls. His hands move to your shoulders, holding them tightly as he forces himself to take more of you. “Ah…! Ah…” A few more tears roll down his cheeks, he looks so pretty with your cock inside and his beautiful eyes filled with tears. You take his hands in yours, and intertwine your fingers, holding him gently yet also tightly. Aragorn can’t stop looking at you, he pushes his hips more, and gets to finally take you all in. Whimpers leave his lips, his inner walls tightening around you so hard.
“Hmm… fuck, relax a little bit for me, love…” you whisper.
“I’m- I’m sorry… ah, ahn…” He does relax his hole a bit. His eyes are lost, glazed with pleasure and tears. You grin before rolling your hips slowly. “A-ah!” You do it once more, and Aragorn’s eyes roll to the back of his head for a quick second.
He tries to regain composure, but it’s pointless when his walls are crumbling so fast with each roll of your hips. “Now your turn, handsome,” you say, giving him a low smirk.
Aragorn nods weakly. He lifts his hips slowly, legs already quivering, and gently drops back on your cock. “Ngh! Haaa…” He does it again, and his moans turn a little louder.
“Yeah… haa… a little faster.” The need to please you grows in his chest at a quick rate. He rolls his hips against yours, your cock rubbing and hitting all the right spots inside him.
Why didn’t I marry a man instead?
Aragorn almost regretted thinking that. Arwen was, and is, a good woman, she was a good wife, he is the one to blame. He is guilty. He should feel ashamed of what’s going on right now, but… but it feels so good having a cock buried deep inside you.
He started to bounce a little faster. “Ahn.. ah.. ahn!” His hands tightened the grip with yours as you supported him. He looks fantastic.
Slick and sweat covered the section where you two were connected, squelching sounds could be heard with each bounce Aragorn gave. “Hmm… that’s it… haa…” You let him do all the job, he was clumsy, sure, yet it still felt great around your cock.
Aragorn panted, he moaned, saliva drooled down his chin as he tried to go faster on your cock, the tip of it hitting the spot where his prostate was hidden. “G-god! Ah! Ah!” His own cock bounced up and down, pre-cum leaked and splattered across your chest and his. “Nghh… Y/n… ah! It- uhnnn… it feels good…”
“I know, sugar… I feel good too…”
Your hips started to move, meeting his halfway with each of your thrusts. Aragorn’s moans grew louder and louder as the pacing kept increasing. “Fuck! Fuck! Y/n! Ahn! Ah! Ah! Ah!” He kept saying your name, but all he could think of was Arwen.
I’m so sorry, Arwen. I’m so sorry.
He felt his first orgasm with a man approaching, he felt ashamed, yet also desperate to cum.
“Don’t hold it back, darling… hmmf… haa… I know you’re close…”
The brunette man whimpered. “I’m so close… ahn… ahn… Arwen… nghhh!” Your hips moved faster, your cock hitting harder and deeper. “Arwen! Gaah! Unghhh…!” You didn’t care if he moaned the name of someone else, it wasn’t important. You understood his situation.
It didn’t take long for you to finally cum inside him, and his orgasm followed right next to yours as he gasped a moan before collapsing on your chest. He trembled from the shock, breathing heavily. His eyelids felt heavy, and everything turned darker and darker as he slowly fell asleep on you.
You weren’t there the moment he woke up, but he was dressed in pants, with hir hair tied and skin clean from the sweat. What a gentleman you are.
Aragorn remembered everything from last night before he passed out… how he moaned his ex-wife’s name while he had a man buried inside his ass, how embarrassing, you probably hate him now.
The day felt as lonely as ever, but this time, that bothering sexual tension he was holding was going easy on him. He still remembers your touches, your kisses, your whispers…
“Hmmf…” He couldn’t believe it; he was growing attached to you.
He knew he should forget about you; it was supposed to be one night. And yet, here he sits on a stool right in front of you, with the bar separating you two.
An old-fashioned glass sat right in front of him, but he wasn’t touching it. Sad and needy puppy eyes were staring at you while you worked. You stared at him with a knowing smirk. You leaned close to him and whispered in his ear. “Same occasion from last night?”
Aragorn bit his lower lip, preventing a pathetic whine to come out. “Mhm… please…”
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I was supposed to post this yesterday, but I got distracted with plants, sorry.
