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The Silent Cowboy
This unbeleivable experience happened several years ago and goes to prove that initiative pays off. I had just come in from the rain and was stepping onto the elevator in my apartment building, holding my umbrella by my side.
Just as the elevator doors started to close, a man who lived a floor above me ran into the elevator. He was drenched from the rain, and his cotton shirt was sticking to his chest , outlining every muscle. His dark nipples were clearly evident through the soggy shirt.
The door closed and we were alone. He was facing the door, standing in front of me. He was tall with a long, lean, trim body. He was about my age, twenty-five, and topped his tall frame with a cowboy hat that covered his blonde hair. I had seen him many times before in the company of young men who were definitely gay.
I noticed the man was bowlegged, but I knew he was not a real cowboy, despite his clothes. The know-it-all doormanhad told me he was a bank official downtown. He did have a gap between his legs, though, that a man could fit in, and his tight jeans hugged his hips and ass.
The delicious gap looked so inviting that I reached my umbrella out and ran it up his thighs, as if by accident. I don't know what made me do it. It's not like me to be so forward. But this man looked so hot and that wide gap looked so inviting, I guess I was just overcome with arousal. My cockbulged uncontrollably in my pants.
When he didn't turn around and knock me silly, I raised my umbrella and rubbed it between his legs, against his balls and asscrack. That blond cowboy didn't move an inch.
When the elevator doors opened at my floor, he walked out ahead of me and led me down the hall to my apartment. He still had not even turned to look at me or to say a word to me!
We walked into my apartment and he finally turned towards me. Without saying a word, he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, pressed his wet chest against me, and kissed me passionately.
Our hands fumbled with each others clothin, and within seconds I was sucking those pointy mipples and had my hand on his nine inches of prime male meat. He looked down at me with his cowboy hat still on and smiled.
We fell to the carpet, and he straddled my shoulders. That bowlegged gap was joined at the top by a tool of such dimensions that I feared I had bitten of more than I could chew. He lowered his cock and it bumped into my lips. I took the sircumsized head and played around the edges with my tongue, keeping my hands on his hips to keep him from forcefeeding me the entire length. Not a word was spoken, but I knew from the look in his eyes that I was to pay more than peripheral attention to his cock. Slowly, I inched up on this sausage and swallowed almost half of it before I gagged. He seemed content with the attention I was now paying to his tool, and let me play with what I could handle. While sucking his cock, I used my hands to weigh and caress his balls.
As I continued to suck on his joystick, he reached behind himself and grabbed hold of my cock, which was straight and hard. His big hands roughly stroked my entire eight inch length. when he seemed content that I was hard he kneed his way down my body till he was between my legs and stared down at my body. My worst apprehensions were facing me as his nine inch club bounced between his legs pointing in the direction of my ass.
He lifted my hips off the floor and I was ready to cry for mercy. But then instead of splitting me open, he engulfed my entire cock in his mouth, slobbering like a kid over an all day sucker. His warm spit flowed down into the brown hairs of my crotch and over my balls. I was getting so hot that I didn't care if he plunged that killer cock into me in one fell swoop.
Just as suddenly, he dropped my hips to the floor and released my cock from the oven he called a mouth. I opened my eyes just in time to see him straddle my waist and, with one deft action, swallow my cock into his ass. Pressing my body to the floor by holding my hips down, he rode me at his speed. He evidently wanted a long and slow fuck. He kept raising and lowering himself in a steady manner, bringing my cock almost to freedom each time and then descending, pressing his full weight onto it till his balls plopped onto my stomach.
I sould not fault him, since I was deriving such pleasure. he would bring me to the edge of coming and then stop. My balls were filling with juices and close to release.
He must have sensed my need or, even more so, my inability to hold back any longer. He stopped riding me and sat flat down on my cock, holding his own blood-red cock in his hand. He stroked it lovingly and sometimes rolled it against my belly with the palm of his hand, letting its heat warm my body. I tried to reach out for it, but he pushed my hands aside and increased his stoking speed. it was time and I could see his balls pulling into his body. A white flood washed over my body, shooting out of his cock like water from a firehose. I was drenched and his sphincter muscle contracted a number of times, almost cutting off my most precious possession.
After catching his breath, he started once more to ride on my weary cock. With this stud in a cowboy hat, I felt like a bronco being busted. He somehow clenched his ass muscles, and my cock began to let loose within him.
Afterwards, he rose off my body, leaving me lying on the floor, catching my breath from the intensity of the experience. He dressed insilence and then only said, "My name is Mark. Okay if I come by again?" All I could do was just nod my head yes.
For three years, he dropped by my apartment about once a week. He would ride my cock to exhaustion, always wearing his hat, and then depart. Then he moved away, but before he left he gave me his cowboy hat. It has a permanent place of honor on my hall hat tree, and my cock still tingles when I look at it on cold, rainy evenings.
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