Cody and Rusty – Chapter 7B – Pandemic Rodeo Hotel Rooms Part B
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With the main room empty, Cody crawled out from behind the gloryhole booth and asked Rusty, "How's it going?"
"All good, I guess. I heard moaning next door. No one in the `Pig Pen' yet. Did you have fun?" Rusty responded.
"Yeah, I did. You can join William and I'll man the door," Cody said. Rusty gave Cody a deep kiss which meant some of the cowboy's cum was shared. Rusty scampered into the gloryhole booth, and Cody sat down at the chair and table by the door
Cody had just opened a beer when he heard a quiet knock at the door. After pulling on his handkerchief mask, he opened it to find a pair of banditos standing outside.
"Are we at the right place ...?" the taller bandana masked man asked.
"Yes, you are!" Cody responded and held the door open for them.
These two visitors were around Cody's height – the tall one was about 6-foot 1-inch and the other was about 5-foot 11-inches tall – but both were really skinny. Given that only the eyes were showing, these two were well tanned but young like Cody, maybe early 20's. The other clue that they were young guys was the amount of body spray or cologne that they were wearing. At this point in the evening, there was a sweet musky cloud around them with a trace of beer.
The shorter one tried to apologize, "We thought there would be girls at the bar, but it was only rodeo riders. Other than one woman bartender, there wasn't a single chick there."
Cody tried to sympathize with them, "That's a bummer."
Cody gave the guys the options available, but the two young cowboys listened and sort of swayed. They weren't fall-down drunk, but they were well lubricated, and soon it was obvious that they might have spent most of their cash on beer.
"Ah, I only have $5 bucks left," the taller one complained.
"I got $15 bucks," the shorter one added.
"That's 20 dollars between you too. How about the `Milkin' Parlor'? You can watch some porn, sip another beer, and get sucked off," Cody suggested.
With the beer offer, the eyes of the young pair lit up and all of their cash was handed over to Cody. Cody passed out beers and showed them where to go. Actually, Cody had to herd them into the backroom because these two started to get cold feet halfway there.
"You both will have a great time. Watch some porn – that will get you in the mood," Cody instructed them.
The taller guy stepped up to the Horny Goat' booth and the shorter man went to the Hungry Calf' one. Rusty and William were both looking through the glory holes, but from the shadows. No complaints for what they saw: two young skinny cowboys with painted on jeans. The young bucks were not pressed to the plywood wall yet so William and Rusty waited patiently. Soon the porno movies were doing their job and something was growing behind the young guys' jeans followed with some groping.
Rusty was getting impatient at this point and tapped on the plywood wall. Both of the young guys looked down and saw a shadowy finger beckoning them to move forward which they hesitantly did. William and Rusty reached through the long oblong gloryhole slit to fumble with their belt buckles. These guys weren't wearing the big rodeo buckles, just normal ones so the leather belts fell open easily. The young guys moved forward evening more and leaned onto the top of the booth which covered Rusty and William. The jeans-waist buttons were loosened and the zipper came down to expose the tight boxer briefs that both of the young guys wore.
William and Rusty scooted forward to the hole and were hit in the sniffer with the Axe body spray or cologne or something. Rusty wonder to himself why young straight guys coat themselves with fragrance. Men are supposed to smell like men; maybe girls like guys who smell like a make-up counter but seriously ...
Rusty and William were able to sneak an index finger into the boxer brief waist bands and down they pulled. The tall guy had a really thick cut cock, nearly 7-inches long, which was easily sucked into William's mouth. The shorter guy was also cut, but really long. The 8-inch thin cock was pulled forward and Rusty slipped his lips down the length of the shaft. The young cowboys moaned in unison and nearly spilled their beers.
William and Rusty both knew how to vary their patterns between sucking down the steel hard dicks, tightening their lips along the shafts, and licking around their cock heads. The young cowboys were getting weak in the knees, partially from the beers in their blood streams and partially because they never had a blow job by someone who sucked dicks this well. The young bucks both stubbled away from the wet mouths working on their dicks to try to delay the inevitable.
The tall one said, "Wanna trade?"
"Yeah sure," the shorter one replied.
The cowboys started to shuffle around the privacy barrier, and when they got a glimpse of each other's hard dicks, they both stopped in their tracks.
"You are hung like a horse!" the tall one said with a surprise.
"Your thicker than my arm!" the short one added.
The two cowboys were feeling not pain and certainly were feel horny so without thinking they both reached a hand out and grabbed the others' cock. They were mutually jacking each other's' dicks with drunken astonishment.
Rusty leaned toward the glory hole and gave a loud throat clearing.
"Oh yeah," one of the cowboys said and they both let go of their buddy's cock and continued the shuffling until they were in front of the gloryholes.
As the cowboys tried to keep their balance, Willaim and Rusty reached through the hole and pulled the hard shafts through the plywood picture frames. The sucking and licking re-started and the cowboys returned to thrusting into the holes and moaning with softly swearing.
The swearing wasn't quiet for long, and when it reached a near shout, both young cowboys got deathly quiet while they dumped their loads into Rusty and William's mouths. Luckily, the body spray had been fully licked off so only the flavor of young spunk covered their taste buds. William received several hard shots of a thin cum from the shorter ranch hand and Rusty had a mouthful from the oozing load of the tall cowpoke.
With really week knees, the cowboys pulled out of their glory holes when their cocks got sensitive and attempted to pull up their boxer briefs and wranglers. Without even buckling their belts the young guys rushed past Cody and headed out the door. Rusty assumed these cowboys were at the `I'm embarrassed that I just let a man suck the spunk out of me' point.
While the young drunk cowboys were getting blown, two bandana-masked older cowboys, probably mid 50's, came into the main room.
"We heard that we can get laid here. But nothin' fag'y right?" one of them said to Cody.
Cody slowly stood up and puffed up his chest, "If you are looking for a twenty-year-old hooker, perhaps ya' better head back out there. I'm sure there's a herd of them looking for you two old fucks right now. If you want to turn-off the attitude and get your cocks sucked and fuck some ass, then you are at the right place."
The older cowboy that had spoken before sheepishly said, "Okay, I get ya'. We just want to get laid, but aren't familiar with all of this stuff."
"That's a better attitude and different issue," Cody calmly replied. Cody then went on to explain what the options available. He mostly directed the cowboys into the `Stud Room.' The pair of 50-year-old cowboys agreed and Cody walked them into the dimly lit room and showed them the space. Cody handed them a beer and left them to have some fun.
"Huh, I'm okay with this," one of the cowboys said. He pulled off his mask and had biker type of mustache hiding under it. He (`Stache') pulled at the snaps of his plaid western shirt letting them click open. Even Beau and Billy heard the sound, but hadn't seen who had joined them because everyone had been behind them.
"You know, I am sweating buckets so I'm gonna' strip down," the other cowboy stated while taking off his mask showing off his salt and pepper beard. He (`Beard') unsnapped his shirt and tossed it to the table wedged in the corner. Soon Beard's jeans joined the shirt, but he put his boots back on. His cowboy hat had never come off. Stache agreed and stripped down as well.
These might be older cowboys who had given up bull riding years ago, but still were decent competitors for the horse-riding events. And their bodies showed that. Stache was 5-foot 10-inches with a small hard beer belly, but wide shoulders, thick chest, and big arms. Beard was about the same height, maybe taller, but lean and muscled in the torso. Beard might not be young, but he still had great muscle definition from his years of ranch work.
The two men sipped their beers wearing their cowboy boots and hats. After some ball scratching and dick fluffing (their junk was stuck to their sweat thighs), they walked to the outer sides of Beau and Billy (B&B). B&B didn't turn their heads but they could see a little of the lower half of the new visitors through the body suit hoods that covered their eyes. What was the most obvious was these two were juggling their cocks and balls.
Whether it was their age or beer volume or something else, the Stache and Beard were not rushing to hard-ons. Being naked together wasn't the issue. These two had been naked together lots of times during remote round-ups or in the bunkhouse. They even jacked off next to each other in the shadows after a long day.
Beau wasn't willing to wait for nature to do its blood thickening job. Beau gave a light throat clearing sound, and the torsos next to B&B turned to face the blue and black union suit forms on the benches. Stache and Beard gave their junk another juggle and stepped forward to the mouth end. With a gentle rub, the cowboys pulled up B&B's heads and used one hand to direct their soft cocks into the fabric ringed mouth hole while the other hand kept B&B's heads steady.
With cocks in their mouths, B&B were happier and also could speed up the cock hardening. Both men had short foreskins, that didn't cover the top of their cocks. B&B were easily able to tongue under the `skin and tasted some left-over piss and some simple shower soap. Where as the young bucks at the glory holes next door were wearing a cloud of fragrances, these old cowboys were didn't. Today, they were soapy clean; other days they would be wearing the musk of hard ranch work.
Sucking mouths did the job for Stache and Beard because B&B were rewarded with hard dicks quickly. Neither of the men had porno size cocks, but they both had disks that B&B loved to service: average length, about 6-inches with thick shafts root to head. Stache was probably thicker nearly beer-can size, and Beard was moderately thick with pronounced cock head ridges. The cowboys stood still finishing the last of their beers watching the porno on the television.
The cowboys stepped back from the nylon incased heads and sat their empty cans on the dresser while they picked up condoms – average ones – which would have been okay if they would have lubed up more. Pussies usually add some natural lube with stimulation and some men's asses seem to as well, but not B&B's.
Stach stepped up behind Beau and placed his thick cock against the exposed pucker while Beard did the same with Billy's. As the cowboys watched a chick get gangbanged in the ass and pussy, they slide into the well-opened holes. Four men gave grunts of approval. Beau had been sucking Beard so he had no idea that Billy had warmed-up Stache's beer can cock. Likewise, Billy was expecting the cock head in his ass to be followed by a thick shaft, but instead was treated to a cock head ridge which rumbled over his prostate.
The cowboys were in no rush and actually, for whatever reason, were fucking incredibly slow and deliberate. This increased the sensations for the two hard-as-steel peckers and the holes in which they drilled. B&B started out trying to be relaxed as possible and transitioned to flexing their chutes along the shafts. This was far from a sprint and everyone wanted this marathon to last as long as possible. The cowboys didn't have hair triggers, and B&B assholes were made to take thick barrels.
Stache and Beard kept up their slow push and pull in the nylon covered forms in front of them. They were good enough buddies that they had no problem making comments to each other about the porno on the television. One of them would, out of the blue, give the body-suited-covered butt holding his cock a slap to feel a ripple of chute muscles, and then the other one would be making crude comments about the video and swat as well.
"You want to switch?" Beard asked Stache.
"I have no complaints `bout this fuck hole, but sure let me try out the other one," Stache agreed.
The cowboys pulled out of the holes, stood with their dicks bouncing in the open, made some additional porno comments, and then traded places. While they watched the porno some more, the cowboys didn't slide in immediately. With all of this delay and not thinking about lubing up again, the rubbers covering the cowboy cocks dried out some. Stache and Beard finally lined up their dicks to the puckers and started to push in. B&B tried to relax their holes and didn't think of asking for more lube. Just as the cock heads were fully passed the tight puckers, the inevitable happened – the condoms broke. The ripped latex released the minimal lube that existed on the inside of the rubber, but more importantly all of the pre-cum that Stach and Beard had been producing was free to lube the chutes for the cock shafts.
"Ahh, this hole is a lot different from the first one," Stache commented.
"Yeah, this one too," Beard agreed.
These cowboys had no idea that the shredded rubbers had pooled at the root of their hardwoods, and skin-to-skin contact was the sensation that they were feeling. B&B were happy not to have the abrasion on their puckers as well as the extra warmth of the shafts in their ass channels, not knowing that the rubbers had broken. The cowboys were leaking a lot of thick pre-cum which only helped with the slickness, and the lack of latex numbing effect also meant that the cowboys were getting worked up differently. Less conversation was occurring and more deep hip thrust started to happen.
The start of the fucking was slow and even, and now it was deep and irregular. More irregular meant that both men were on the edge. B&B knew it and started to tighten up their holes and chutes as well. Each time Stache's fat cock drilled into Billy, pre-cum leaked out of Billy's chastity cage. The same for Beau, with each pass of the enlarged cock head ridges traveled over his prostate, Beau oozed pre-cum into his padded jock.
The cowboys started up a faster and faster rhythm and with a series of grunts one and then the other blasted their week old cum into these mystery holes. With strong fingers gripping the nylon covered asses, the cowboys raised up on the toes of their boots and pulsed the last of their spunk deep in the warm asses. After the last shutters, the cowboys finally looked down at their dicks in the puckers and started to swear.
"What the fuck!" "How did this happen!" "You fuckers ripped off our rubbers!" "You got clean up this mess!"
This is the first time that B&B realized that the condoms had broken and the fucking had been bareback. B&B weren't against getting fucked either way, but it was about the tops comfort level.
The cowboys finished pulling their dicks out of the asses and removed the rubber fragments from their cock bases. They quickly moved around to the front of B&B and commanded, "Clean off our dicks."
B&B was happy to comply and greedily sucked the dripping cocks into their mouths. With some tongue swapping and licking, the dicks were quickly cleaned of cum. The cowboys' cock heads and foreskins got sensitive, and they pulled out of the sucking mouths. They stumbled over to the table and pulled on their clothes without bothering to finish snapping up their shirts.
The cowboys kept silent and marched out of the room and out of the main door. Cody wasn't sure if things went okay or not given the demeanor of them. Truthfully, the cowboys were torn between admitting that this might have been the best holes that they had ever fuck and the realization that the best holes that they had ever fucked ended up belonging to men.