Cody and Rusty – Chapter 7D – Pandemic Rodeo Hotel Rooms Part D
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At this point, all of the spaces had some visitors and more arrived and all of them left satisfied. Near the time that they planned to close up shop, Beau and Billy had pleaded exhaustion and were taking showers and pulled down a bed to crash into. William was filled to the brim with cowboy cum and wandered out the door to sleep in his truck cab.
At 5 minutes until 2 AM, the door swung open and in walked the one man that Cody and Rusty thought would have been the first visitor of the evening, Chief with the Bailey Twins in tow carrying two cases of beer. None of them were wearing bandana masks, but that didn't surprise the Guys.
"Did we miss the fun?" Chief jovially asked. "We got distracted along the way."
"Well, we are about to close, but let's see if the guys in the Pig Pen' room are up for messing around," Cody responded. Rusty peeked his head into the Pig Pen' and asked the Martin Boys if they were up to some more visitors.
"Hell yeah," the Martin Boys responded in unison. Rusty threw open the door and Chief and his crew marched into the room. Rusty and Cody left the room to help Beau and Billy get their room back in order so that they could sleep.
"Come on back if ya' want," Chief said to the Guys as they left.
"Will do!" Rusty replied.
"I sent over a young buck earlier this evening. Cocky son-of-a-bitch who is new to my crew. You all see him?" Chief asked the Martin Boys who were taking the beer cases from the Twins and opening up cans for everyone.
"Maybe. We had an asshole here earlier that we worked over," Ezra said.
"We kept him as a snack for later," Zack added.
"He is sleeping it off in the tub. See if that's him?" Ezra continued.
Chief grabbed a beer from Zack and walked into the bathroom. The whole room heard a shrill scream followed by Chief's booming voice, "Now take a shower and get yourself out here."
Chief had poured his whole cold beer on the hogtied Kid sleeping in the bathtub. Cold beer isn't the gentlest alarm clock hence the scream. The Kid was still wearing his handkerchief blindfold so it took him a minute to realize where he was and why he was tied up. Chief bent down and unbuckled the belts to free the Kid. With one had gripping the Kid's short brown hair, Chief had given the shower order.
Chief came back into the room tipping back his beer to drink the last drop. "I need another. Most of this one spilled in the bathtub."
The Twins and the Martin Boys all giggled at that suggestion.
"Sheep, take care of the Twins. Pig, you need to help me relax. Maybe you can teach that the young buckaroo a thing or two when he gets out of the shower." Chief instructed the room.
"Did you men fuck my crew member?" Chief asked.
"Nope, not yet. The Kid came down my throat and in my brother's ass, but I really don't know who fuck who?" Zack said while squatting down in front of Chief.
"Good to know," Chief grinned.
In the front of the room, there were two chairs in room with a small table. Along one side of the room was a set of solid wood dressers that were built when furniture was meant to last. The other side of the room had the beds sitting on their sides so that the middle of the room could be open. The two simple fuck benches filled most of the middle of the room.
The Bailey Boys hopped up on the dressers that were just high enough that their boots didn't touch the floor. The Twins were very much identical – about 5-foot 10-inches tall, lean, handsome, and clean shaven. Before the night was through, the Martin Boys would learn that the only difference between the Twins was Brody was uncut and Blake was cut. The Twins sipped their beers and Ezra in his sheep onesie knelt down in front of them and started rubbing his big hands up and down their legs. The Twins just leaned back on the hotel room wall and enjoyed the massage.
Chief sat down and sprawled out in one of the chairs. He popped open all of the snaps of his western shirt and pulled it out of his jeans' waist band. Even with his 6-foot 2-inch frame, there was an unneeded amount of man-spreading. Zack in his pig onesie was able to crawl between the legs and massage both of Chiefs jeans covered muscled legs. The thing that had caught Zack's attention when Chief walked into the room was the mound in Chief's pants, it was not small and nearly unimaginable. As much as Zack wanted to grope what was straining the zipper of Chief's wranglers, Zack just stared at the mound and kept up his leg massage.
"Finally, sleepy head. Get over here, have a seat, and drink a beer," Chief stated across the room.
The Twins and the Martin Boys came out of the beginnings of their sexual stupor and turned to see the Kid come out of the bathroom with a wet head of hair, still dripping torso, and a towel around his waist held in a death grip.
"Have a beer and relax with us," Chief beckoned the Kid over to the open chair and hand him a beer. The Kid opened it up while Chief lit up a cigar and let Zack continue to massage the boss's legs.
Given the angle of the two chairs, Zack was able to enjoy the sight of Chiefs unreal crotch mound and also see up the Kid's towel. The Kid's cock was in its least excited mode given that he was sitting nearly naked next to his boss with his other two crew member cross the room and two burly men who had nearly raped him earlier kneeling on the floor. Zack's clear view of the Kid's cock surprised him – he was uncut. Zack won't have guess that from the hard unyielding shaft that he had sucked off earlier.
The Kid watched the Martin Boys doing their leg massages on Chief and the Twins. He wasn't sure who he was jealous of: the men receiving the massages or the men giving the massages or both? The Kid gulped down half of the beer and stated to relax into the scene before him: his boss giving a man directions on where to massage and his two crew members leaning back with their mouths slightly open enjoying a massage from the man who the Kid had fucked earlier. Or did the man in the sheep onesie really fuck himself on the Kid's cock? The Kid was used to being in control or at least thinking he was in control, but this evening confused all of those thoughts.
Zack noticed that there was no change in Chief's cock mound during the massage, but happily watched as the Kid's cock started to puff up some and perhaps a drop of pre-cum form at the tip of his smooth foreskin ring. Pretty soon the Kid's dick disappeared from Zack's view because it got hard enough that it needed to lay across the Kid's thigh. The kids nearly hairless balls took its place for Zack to watch.
"Fuck, I got to take this out!" Chief exclaimed. The Kid and Zack looked surprised and even the Twins and Ezra took a break to see what was going to happen. Chief abruptly stood up and quickly undid his belt and yanked down his zipper. With a strained face, Chief reached into his tight wrangler jeans and struggled to pull it out: a plastic jock cup. He dropped it on the table between himself and the Kid.
"I still had my lucky jock and cup on from the rodeo. I was in the championship round and just ignored changing out of it," Chief said while sitting back down with his pants undone. He pushed the jock cup out of the way (closer to the Kid) and grabbed his beer with one hand and cigar with the other.
Everyone just laughed and went back to what they were doing, except for the Kid. While his boss was back to relaxing into the leg massage, the Kid sort of pushed on the jock cup with one finger. It was warm to the touch – crotch temperature warm. And it was giving off a smell, not a bad one, just a masculine musk. When he thought everyone was distracted with what they were doing, the Kid picked up the jock cup really quick and placed it over his nose and mouth to give a big sniff.
The Kid thought he was being sneaky, but Chief saw what had occurred and was willing to help the Kid sort out things. Chief had heard that the Martin Boys had used the Kid earlier and the Chief had been staring at the pert little ass for weeks, when it was in a saddle or in the chow line.
Ezra had pulled the boots off of both of the twins, Brody and Blake, and was now massaging their stocking feet. With only two hands, he was doing a great job rubbing up and down the two pairs of feet and ankles. He was even able to get a good sniff at times. Even their feet smelled alike.
The feet massage looked tempting so Chief told the Zack to pull off his boots. Zack took the opportunity to pull of the boots and show off another of his talents. Zack stood up and straddled Chief's left leg with the ass crack of his onesie facing Chief. While he started to tug off the boot, Chief sat down his beer and cigar and leaned forward to pull open the slit in the onesie.
"That's one purty pucker. Don't ya think?" Chief said to the Kid. The Kid was amazed to see Zack's furry hole open and winking at him. Now the Kid had already fucked Zack Martin's brother's earlier, but never saw Ezra Martin's hole.
Chief started to grope at his crotch as Zack moved over to the other leg and pulled off his left boot. With both boots off, Zack then tugged at the Chief's sox and then the pants legs. With a slight rise of his butt, the wranglers came off and Chief was left sitting with his shirt hanging off his shoulders and a very well worn jockstrap. It was once white and now was yellowed by sweat and such. Zack crawled back between those muscular legs and stated massaging the inner things. The Kid sat there frozen with his beer nearly to his mouth, but his eyes staring at the mound of cock and balls in that mesh jock. The jock without the cup was about as massive as when the cup was installed. The Kid had seen jocks before: he played football and baseball in high school, but he and the other students never filled out their jocks like Chief. The stare wasn't lost on Chief. When Zack's massaging hands were almost to the top of Chief's thighs, the Kid's boss had a suggestion.
"Why don't ya' help out the Pig? I got two legs and each of ya' can have one to work on," Chief said to the Kid. It took a few seconds before the Kid realized that his boss was talking to him.
"Huh?" the Kid asked softly.
"Get on your knees and help Pig massage my legs," Chief said patiently.
"Huh?" the responded again.
"You have been staring at my junk all night and I think you should have a closer look. Get on your knees and massage my legs now," Chief said more forcefully.
The Kid took one last sip of his beer and kneeled down on the floor and shuffled over to Chief's left leg while Zack was somewhat straddling the right leg. The Kid's towel was barely holding together and the top of the marble-white ass was showing – that magical line between a tan back and sun unseen butt.
Zack watched the Kid get into position and while keeping tabs on the each other, they started a massage at the ankle and moved up their selected leg until two pairs of hands were gripping and massaging Chief's massive thighs. Zack slid higher until his hands were rubbing the upper things with his left hand wedged in that sweat spot between the well filled jockstrap and furry thigh. The Kid stared at what Zack had done and started to move those last couple of inches until his hands matched Zack's. When Zack's left had flexed, the Chief's sweaty jock was pushed over to the Kids right hand. With the Kid being smaller than Zack, his face was that much closer to the jock and its masculine musk. The Kid sniffed in the scent and continued the massage.
The Chief leaned forward and pushed his shirt off which pushed the man's chest towards the Kids face. The Kid blinked and licked his lips at the sight.
"Perhaps you two should give that jock a yank. It's getting a little warm ... and tight," Chief suggested to Zack, the Pig, and the Kid.
Zack reached up and put one hand on the waist band on the hip and one hand near the faded center label. Zack waited a moment for the Kid to do the same, but got impatient and bumped shoulders with him. The Kid figured out that he should do the same and placed one hand on the hip on his side and another next to Zack's center hand. With a slight butt raise, Chief's jock was pulled down and off his ankles. The Kid had released the jock and Zack raised it to his face and took a deep sniff. The Kid watched and did the same when Zack pushed the warm sweaty mesh into the Kid's face. Zack even used a couple of fingers to push the worn fabric into the Kid's mouth so that he could have a taste plus a whiff.
After a very long sniff and taste, Zack pulled the jock off the Kid's face and tossed it to the side. The Kid looked a little heart broken at first but when he saw Zack return to the muscled leg and massage up to what had previously been hidden, the Kid's mood changed. The Chief's nearly lemon size balls and a half hard cut cock was fully on display. Zack slid his hands quickly up the leg so that he was massaging the thigh but also bouncing those furry balls on the back of his hand. Chief went from half hard to a full 9 cut inches pointed directly at this furry belly.
The Kid was stunned again until Zack knocked shoulders with him and the Kid just moved his hands directly to the top of Chiefs thighs.
"Give them furry nuts a rub," Zack whispered into the ear of the staring young man. The Kid moved both hands to cup and hold those meaty fur-covered balls.
"Maybe you should give them a sniff," Zack's second suggestion to the Kid. While the Kid leaned forward to place his face into the pile of `nads that filled his relatively small hands.
While the Kid was busy what was in front of his face. Zack spit on several fingers and reached under the Kid's towel and rubbed them against the tender pucker. Zack had eaten that ass earlier and was ready to play with it again.
Chief knew that Zack had figured out the plan and was helping with it. Nothing needed to be rushed, it was all about the end point so the length of the trip was part of the fun.
Ezra and the Twins weren't sitting around doing nothing while Chief and his worshipers were doing their jobs. Ezra had worked his hands up to the lean muscled thighs and had unbuckled the shiny rodeo belt buckles. With gentle tugs, both twins allowed their jeans to be pulled off and fold up and placed to the side. Ezra was enjoying looking at a two pairs of tight gray boxer briefs filled with cocks and balls. His magical fingers and hands worked over the thighs and mounds of underwear covered junk in ways that the Twins couldn't understand.
Without being asked, the Twins looked at each other and raised up and started to tug down their own underwear. Ezra took the hint and grabbed the bottom hem of both pairs of boxer briefs and helped to draw them down the lightly furred muscled legs. With the confinement of the cotton gone, Ezra was greeted with Brody's 7.5-inch uncut cock and Blake's 7.5-inch cut dick. Both were mouth-watering good to Ezra. His hands traveled up to the light brown covered nuts and gently rolled them in his hands while he bent forward to lick just the tip of each of the cocks. The Twins sank back down on to their butts knowing that it was blowjob time.
The Kid jumped a little when Zack's fingers brushed his taint and then puckered hole. This pushed the Kid's nose deeper into this boss's balls and the Chief's ball welcomed the attention and just relaxed over the Kid's face. Chief reached down and lightly grabbed the sides of the Kid's head – no need to keep giving directions when you can just direct the attention with your own hands.
Zack took the opportunity of the Kid's distraction to reach behind himself and grab the lube from under the fuck bench. With a big squirt in his hand, he lubed up his thumb and fingers. He traced the Kid's taint again, but this time he stroked his thumb back and forth over the pucker and used the first two fingers to rub the valley between the Kid's balls and thighs. With steady pressure, Zack smoothly slid the tip of his thumb inside that likely virgin hole.
The Kid bucked up harder this time, but Chief was watching what Zack was doing and kept a good grip on the sides of the Kid's head. Chief just kept the Kid with his nose completely covered by hairy wrinkled skin so the Kid could only open his mouth and release a gust of air from the ass intrusion.
"Kept that mouth open and stick out that tongue," Chief informed the Kid who mindlessly complied. With the Kid's head firmly in his hands, Chief raised the head so that his balls slid down the clean-shaven face and across the young tongue. The Kid just got his first taste of man nuts. Chief kept his hold on the Kid's head and just raised it up with its licking tongue so that a wet trail continued from the furry balls to the root of his cock. The progress up the 9-inch dick was a slow trip. The Kid learned that the Chief's wrinkled sack tasted differently than the hairless shaft of his cut penis.
When the Kid's tongue reached the ridges of the head, the Kid had a shiver of excitement. He had seen glimpses of the Chief's cock at times and always tried to see more of it. Now it was barely an inch from his face and he watched the entire dick pass in front of his eyes. Chief stopped the Kid's head with just the ridge of cock head on the now dry tongue.
"Suck," Chief said in a soft voice while releasing the Kid's head. With a quick mouth close, the Kid replenished his spit and opened his mouth to start the downward trip down the shaft. The Kid wasn't able to take much into his inexperienced throat, but Chief was happy to see the enthusiasm. The Kid hit his own gag reflex and pulled off the cock with a spitting cough.
"Pig, show him how to do it," Chief said to Zack, who jumped forward and swallowed down the cock nearly to the root. Zack had been hungry to give it a taste but was patient in waiting for the Kid. Zack gave several deep swallows down Chief's dick coating it in spit and tonguing as much of the surface area as he could reach.
"Do it together," Chief instructed Zack and the Kid. Without removing the cock from his throat, Zack looked over to the Kid and gave a head nod to him. The Kid had recovered from his coughing fit and leaned forward so that his face was next to Zack's furry face. Zack raised up and released Chief's dick and the Kid slurped it up quickly. The Kid tasted another man's spit which was flavored with beer and his boss's cock sweat.
"Go slow until ya' can't," Zack quietly said to the Kid. The Kid did a slight nod and took in just a couple of inches of cock into his mouth and then raised up.
"Rub that tongue around," Zack added. When the Kid, started his next downward pass, his tongue worked around as much of the shaft as he could reach. This produced a moan from Chief and also stimulated the Kid's senses as well. The Kid was learning that blow jobs weren't only about receiving them – giving them can be just as thrilling.
Zack was back to playing with the Kid's ass. He was having no problem sliding in his thick thumb or even two fingers in that young pucker. Chief noticed that the Kid was no longer flinching or wincing when Zack was working over that ass.
"Time to mount your ass," Chief announced to the Kid.
"What?" the Kid questioned.
"You know what that means. I mount the men on my crew," Chief calmly told the Kid.
The Twins were keeping tabs on what was happening on the other side of the room even with their cocks in Ezra's mouth. The Twins chimed in with a pair of "Yeps" to Chief's statement about fucking his men.
Now Chief didn't say that he mounted all of his men and the Twins knew that Chief picked one man on the crew to fulfill his sexual needs. Usually that man was new to the crew and Chief liked them younger so the Kid fit that bill to a "T."
"Get up and bend over that bench. Pig will get your ass ready for me," Chief commanded the Kid. The Kid knew not to argue with his boss – that never went well. Truthfully, the Kid had fallen asleep in the tub earlier wondering what it would be like to get fucked and the Chief's face was the one looking down at him when it happened in his fantasies.
Everyone in the room watched the Kid slowly stand up and bend over the bench while his towel fell to the floor. Zack helped the Kid get into position on the arm and leg rests, and then took another big squirt of lube to work into the Kid's ass. Chief took a swig of beer and puff of his cigar and stood up. With Zack on his knees lubing up the Kid, Chief stepped closer and allowed Zack to have a couple more sloppy wet sucks on his cock.
Chief moved Zack's bobbing head out of the way and placed his cock at the young pucker. The Twins stood up quickly and nearly knocked Ezra over so that they could have a view of the Kid losing his cherry hole. Ezra knee walked over to watch as well – and to continue to suck on the Twins.
"Take a deep breathe and ready to have a bull riding you, buckaroo," Chief gave a little laugh to himself. With steady pressure, the Kid's previously exit only ass, slowly opened around the big ridges of Chief's cock. The pucker strained around the dick head and the progress stalled.
"Pig, Sheep, you got any loose juice?" Chief asked while holding his position nearly breaching the hole. Erza pulled a small brown bottle from the waist band of his jock and opened it up.
"Sniff," Ezra commanded the Kid who did just that. The Kid had no idea of why he was sniffing and when the popper vapors hit his nose every thing opened: the Kid's eyes, sinus, mouth, and most importantly his ass.
"Fuck!" the Kid shouted and tried to jump off the bench when the cock head breached his ass ring.
"Calm the fuck down and hold still!" Chief roared while the tight ass pucker spasmed around his shaft. "Shut him the fuck up boys," Chief instructed the twins.
The Twins, Brody and Blake, looked around and saw the Kid's own cowboy boots lying on the floor from earlier. Brody picked up one boot and when the Kid shouted again, the point toe of the boot was pushed into the Kid's mouth. That startled the Kid again, but he quickly bit down on the black leather while Chief pushed another inch into the no-longer virgin hole.
Chief had nine hard inches of cock to work with, but he wasn't a total dick. First off, he knew that if he drilled all the way in, the Kid would be injured. Secondly, a hard fuck from a 9-inch cock would probably cause the Kid to leave the crew for good. Thirdly, Chief wanted the Kid to be his bunk and bedroll buddy for the rest of the season. Chief limited his last thrust so that only 4 total inches were in the Kid. The Kid was still gnawing on his own boot while taking his boss's dick, but was also getting, sort of, used to being fucked.
Normally, Chief could drill for a really long time, but this fuck was about breaking in the Kid and marking him as his own. Chief started to just use shallow push and pulls which still felt good to Chief and the Kid. The Chief started to will himself to cum and knowing that it was the Kid's ass wrapped around his cock helped him get close to cumming.
"Gonna mark your ass as mine," Chief grunted through his gritting teeth. With just a handful of small thrusts, Chief was at the tipping point and grabbed onto the Kid's skinny hips.
"Fillin' – Your – Ass!" Chief shouted. With his death grip on his young buddy's butt, Chief flexed and dumped his load. The Kid felt the cock shaft flex and then a swelling in his ass from the massive wad of cowboy batter pumping into the hole.
The Kid spit out his boot and added his own litany of swear words to which Chief initiated. The Twins as well as Ezra and Zack were amazed to watch the scene. Two of them were jealous of the Kid and two were jealous of Chief.
Just as the Kid and Chief started to breath normally, the door swung open and Cody and Rusty wandered into the room to see a crowd standing around one of the fuck benches.
"Wha'cha all doing?" "Did we miss anything?" Cody and Rusty asked.