Author's drivel: Hey :) How you doing? How about you scroll down and come back and read this if you liked the story, 'cause I got one or two people to thank. This is a fun story about a stable boy and a cowboy getting it on. It has no purpose other than to try to give u a nice uh... warm feeling. (Don't read it if it's illegal.) There are some thought provoking, very meaningful stories on the Nifty Archive, but this isn't one of them (not that I didn't try to write one, but oh, man. It just didn't happen). Seriously, scroll down. I don't mind, I know this kind of stuff is boring as hell. But it ain't often writers are allowed to talk to readers.
I want to dedicate the story to the memory of my friend Sam, a truly wonderful human being, who put up with all my boring teenage angst and never once lost patience (I hated hitting twenty without you, man. I think about you lots). He wrote for the Nifty Archive and was a channel operator in the Niftyorg chat room, and we all miss him (see Chat Rooms on the Nifty Archive home page).
He used to give me hell for not giving a naughty story a try (I'm studying creative writing). I'd like to say that I listened to him, but it was my friend Eric who bullied me into writing this - we both like cowboys LOL Thanks for everything, Eric. I'd say I loved you but Aaron would black my eye and I'm a wimp.
I would also like to thank the Nifty Archivist, David. He does such a fabulous job maintaining the archive for you to read, checking every story, and giving all us new writers a platform where we can receive criticism directly from our readers (hint hint). It is a huge workload. Please check out the donations link on the Nifty Archive home page to help him keep going. I want to say that I was dead cool when I actually met him online, but I was so nervous that I was a complete dickhead - sorry, David.
Lastly, thank you to all the Nifty authors for a great time. If I've stolen any of your phrases or scenes it wasn't conscious - God, ain't it all hard to describe? And to Joshy: congratulations on your book deal, man! Pulling for ya!
And so...
The Cowboy
The sudden storm had passed and the low evening sun was behind him as he jumped down from the cab. The truck was pulling a horse-trailer and I was well pissed off. It meant that I would miss my ride into town. I must have hesitated in going forward to help him, because he'd been walking back to unload his horse but he turned and looked directly at me. With the sun behind him like that, all I could really see was his tall, broad-shouldered, cowboy silhouette. He was young though, maybe early twenties, older than me. His movements were too fluid for an old dude. And judging by the way he stood there and watched me walk towards him, he was a bit of an arrogant bastard as well.
I'd been caught out in the weather and I felt self-conscious under his scrutiny, my ranch coat and chaps wet through, and my black hair plastered against my head. I pulled up the leather-lined collar to catch some of the drips, and that's when a shadow crossed the sun and I saw him properly for the first time.
Okay, so I stopped dead, but at least my mouth wasn't hanging open - and it could have been. Everything that works for me in a guy, he had in bucket loads, from the fit, muscular body through to the amused blue eyes. It was more than that, though. This guy had kwong, that unexplainable, irresistible something. And I wasn't about to try to resist.
I'd just got down to checking out the serious bulge in his jeans when I realized what I was doing. Panic time. it wasn't that I didn't think cowboys got it on together. I mean what else would they do, stuck for weeks at a time in all male company? But I wasn't in the loop - and I didn't fancy a kicking.
But he grinned with a flash of even white teeth. And I wondered how I could have thought of him as arrogant.
"So what you do? Forget to wear your hat?"
"It blew off." I wasn't about to admit that I'd chased it for half a mile and still lost it, though.
He laughed and, transferring his own hat from hand to head, unloaded his bay in a clatter and slither of hooves.
"Nice," I said. My hard-on was tugging at my jeans as I watched the movements of his firm denim clad ass. But the horse was nice. Its muscles rippled under its skin as it moved and even though he'd obviously worked it hard that day, it stood proud, breathing in the scent of the other horses, health gleaming in its burnished coat. Fit as fuck as we'd say back home - just like its master.
"So you're the stable-boy?"
"That's me."
And then the ranch hands piled out of the bunkhouse, whooping up the prospect of a night on the town.
The oldest amongst them looked across. "You want that ride or not? Leaving now, buddy."
"Hey, Sam." It came out as a bit of a squeak and I had to clear my throat. "No, that's okay, man. Have a good night."
"You sure? We're all going. You're gonna be stuck here on your own till tomorrow." He glanced at the cowboy and a grin spread slowly across his weathered face as he touched his hat in greeting. "How you doin'?"
The cowboy smiled. "Doing just fine, Sam. Don't let us keep you from your night with the young bucks."
Sam laughed. "Ain't nothin' gonna do that." He sketched a farewell as he left.
"What's the horse's name?" I asked as I hefted his saddle and bridle from the truck and caught up with him, still wondering if the complicit grin Sam had given him meant what I wanted it to mean.
"I didn't choose it."
Okay, end of that discussion. I lagged behind him as he led the horse to the barn, using the heavy saddle as an excuse to be able to watch him move. And I was thinking how good it would be to unbutton his shirt and run my hands over his chest and wondering if he was hairy or smooth. The fantasy continued and I was sucking on his greedy little nipples and kissing down his taut belly with his jeans miraculously gone and his chaps still on. And in my imagination he wasn't circumcised, because that's what I was used to, and I was slipping back his foreskin, and with the very tip of my tongue I was making dollar signs on that little patch where his foreskin was joined, $$$$$$$$$$$$$...
"Squiggle," he said, glancing back and catching me looking at him.
"Sorry?" I hate when I blush.
"The horse's name."
"Ah..." Well, what would you have said?
The warm, dimly lit barn, the dying sunlight catching the motes of dust in its rays, the familiar smells of horse and sweet hay strong in my nostrils, but somehow everything had changed. When he'd looked back he'd known, but he'd smiled that smile. I didn't know how to handle it.
"I can give him a rub down," I said, gesturing to the horse as I shed my wet coat and fetched a feed. "Sometimes they get knotted up when they travel."
"Yeah?"
I was acutely aware that he was watching me closely as I toweled dry my hair, laid a bed for the horse and forked in the hay. My mouth was dry and my erection throbbed against the restraints of underwear and jeans. But in the back of my mind I was thinking, okay, he might like guys but he won't want to waste his time on me.
"What if I'm knotted up?" he asked. "Know where I can get a rub down?"
I turned round and it was like slow motion, I saw the whitewashed wall, the rope halter hanging on its nail, the bales of straw and the brightly colored pile of horse blankets. And I saw him leaning against the wall beside the halter, the outline of his cock obvious. He was hard. And it looked fucking huge.
"Maybe you should take those wet clothes off. You might get a chill." He tossed a blanket on to the bales and sprawled on top of it, his thighs open. I couldn't take my eyes off him. I couldn't believe he wanted me to strip while he watched. But I was doing it, pulling the plaid shirt over my head and unbuckling and unzipping the chaps, kicking my boots off and unbuttoning my jeans, hesitating before I slid the whole lot down, my eyes flickering from his mouth down his body to his groin. And then I was standing there in my white boxerbriefs, my jeans round my thighs and I knew he could see the spreading damp patch of pre-come. I couldn't meet his eyes.
"Show me."
And the hoarseness in his voice made me push the boxers down. My slim cock caught on the waistband and then sprung free to jut quivering from my body, bigger than it had ever been. I was embarrassed by how excited I was, by the fact he was making me stand there, my body exposed to him, while he was still dressed. He took his time looking at me. And then the slow motion took over again as I watched his fingers reach his fly, and tease the zip down inch by inch.
I stood mesmerized, my arms loose at my sides and my cock trembling as my breathing quickened. He laughed as he zipped up and got up from the bales in one athletic movement. My heart thumped and I closed my eyes, certain that he'd just been amusing himself and was leaving. I sensed him stopping beside me but couldn't open my eyes and face up to him. He moved behind me and something brushed the back of my neck, a warm, wet touch on my skin; he was kissing me and my breath came out in a gasp.
"I'm not going anywhere." I felt his hot breath on my neck as he spoke and I shivered. His smell was in my nose and I inhaled deeply, getting drunk on his warm musky male scent. He was so close, but I couldn't move, couldn't open my eyes. I felt his tongue dart out and lick me. His lips closed on my earlobe. I was aching for him, my engorged prick straining and slippery with pre-come.
"I'm going to fuck you," he whispered in my ear. I groaned and his hands moved to stroke my chest and tight tummy, but he didn't touch my twitching cock. He pulled me against him and I felt the heat and hardness of his trapped dick against my naked buttocks, and the leather of his chaps rubbing against the flesh of my thighs. I still hadn't opened my eyes, still hadn't moved.
I felt two fingers on my mouth and my lips parted, catching them. I sucked eagerly, curling my tongue around them, tasting his skin. His mouth left my ear and began to work its slow way round to my throat, leaving a wet trail of saliva. His breath felt as if it were almost burning my skin where it touched. He was in front of me now and his left hand was caressing my shoulders and back, stroking over the swell of my buttocks.
"Stay still. Keep your eyes closed."
I groaned again as he parted my cheeks with his fingers and my anus clenched involuntarily as he touched it. His fingers pulled out of my mouth and he dropped his right hand to my chest, his wet fingers leaving trails across my warm skin. He found an erect nipple and pinched it. I gasped and he brought his mouth to mine, sandwiching my top lip between his two and pulling it outward, sucking it into his mouth while his tongue slid up underneath. And all the while the fingers of his left hand were stroking up and down my crack, pressing against my tight rosebud, slipping inside.
His tongue entered my mouth, filling and exploring and I sucked and kissed back, feeling the graze of new stubble against my skin. His index finger probed inside me, sliding in and out of my hot, excited hole. My left nipple was trapped between his finger and thumb, being exquisitely twisted and turned and squeezed and pulled, and then it was my right nipple. His mouth came away from mine and I leaned forward, gasping, chasing it.
"Keep your eyes closed," he growled.
His hands withdrew and it was murder to obey. He stood back and for a moment nothing seemed to be happening, then I heard the swish of clothes and the rasp of zips. And his hand was guiding my head downwards. I knew that his chest was naked a split second before he pressed his left nipple against my mouth.
I felt the nipple ring graze over my tongue as I sucked. And an unprecedented surge of desire coursed through me and threatened to make my aching prick explode. His fist closed round the root of my dick, squeezing viciously, and I moaned around his nipple and sucked harder drawing it deeply into my mouth, my tongue flicking and pulling the nipple ring, my teeth nipping. He pulled back and I felt his strong hands on my shoulders pushing me down. My legs didn't have the strength to defy him even if I'd wanted to.
I felt the rough leather of his chaps against my chest, and felt a white bolt of pleasure hit my balls. I could smell the hot, raw smell of his hard cock before he began rubbing the slick, velvet-soft head over my face, my eyelids - my mouth. I knew he was watching as my tongue flickered over and over the glistening dome and probed inside his piss slit, tasting the sweet, salty pre-come. He caressed the nape of my neck as I licked under the flange and he guided his prick into my mouth. I sucked the glans, my hands reaching up automatically to stroke the shaft and fondle his full balls.
He groaned as his rigid prick slid over my tongue and I opened my eyes and met his blue gaze. He touched my cheek and stroked my shoulders as I tried to relax my throat. His big demanding cock filled my mouth and pushed, and then it was sliding down the smooth walls of my throat. My erection kicked back to life, and he held my head, fucking my face, his hips thrusting as I hummed to make my throat vibrate. His head drew back, out of my vision, and my eyes ran over his tanned, muscular chest, taking in the shadow pattern of hair, the erect nipples, the ring glistening with my saliva. I watched his veined biceps bunch as he grasped me harder, felt my throat pulse around him and my balls tighten.
He pulled away, gasping, and jerked me to my feet. I kicked off my jeans and underwear and he pushed me in the direction of the bales of straw. I turned to look back at him and couldn't take my eyes off his huge dick. It must have been eight inches, swaying as he came after me, jutting arrogantly from its curly nest of brown pubic hair, and emphasized by the cut of the chaps. I felt a frisson of fear. I couldn't take that.
He didn't give me time to think but pushed me onto my back on the blanket, and tugged my knees up and open, placing my bare feet against the scratchy straw bales to hold the position. My hard cock and my smooth, tight balls, my little protruding pink anus, were all exposed to him as he reached for the wallet he'd left on the bales. He ripped the condom packet with his teeth and pushed two spit slick fingers into my hole as he unfurled it over his raging dick.
He squirted gel straight onto the head of his prick and I bit my bottom lip as his fingers withdrew and he pressed his hot slippery cock against my anus.
"Relax."
I looked up at his dark dilated eyes, felt the burn as his cock stretched me.
I gasped, cried out. "Oh God..."
His fingers closed round my dick and I was sweating and panting, straining to open for him as he pushed in steadily. My head was thrown back and my eyes were closed as I felt his big cock fill my tight little hole. I grunted as it grazed over my gland and I spurted pre-come. I felt the soft sweaty mangle of his pubic hair grind against me, his soft balls against my ass cheeks, his hard, thick prick throbbing inside me.
His fingers slipped up and down my shaft and his thumb smeared pre-come all over the head, as his hips drew back and he began to fuck me. I found his rhythm and bucked back against him, matching his thrusting cock, squeezing it with my ass muscles, while he jacked me and massaged my balls, pulling them away from my body, and all the time watching, my face, my body, his pistoning prick.
I cried out, my balls clenching. And he pulled out and flipped me over onto my knees against the bales, his raw hard-on plunging back inside me, his hand jerking my cock.
"Oh Christ. Oh fuck..." I tried to hold on, I bucked back against him. I felt the orgasm rip down from my throat and tear down my belly into my balls. And I was yelling at him, shuddering and spurting onto the golden straw, my ass muscles clamping down on his pounding prick, throbbing, milking him.
He groaned as his hot cock kicked deep inside me and shot his load, and I was still coming, covering his hand with my sperm. He collapsed down onto my back breathing hard, and then he turned my head and kissed me, his tongue in my mouth as his cock slipped out.
"My name's Caleb, by the way." He smoothed back my sweaty hair and grinned.
And my name? Well, that would be telling...
The End