The Tennessee Stud Kevin kbr4040home@gmail.com
I used to do quite a bit of freelance writing for magazines. I started doing it early in college. While I would get a check, one of the best things about it was doing research for my pieces. I wouldn't admit it to anyone except myself that my research trips were vacations or adventures. I really would get better insight for stories, so it was legitimate.
I was on one of my first adventures. I got a few stories out of it but I was doing the research on ranches that still did it the old way. There was so much emphasis then on ranches that used 4-wheelers and helicopters instead of horses, and other technologies like that. There really weren't cellphones but I remember that one of the technology advancements was using walkie-talkies. I already had experience with ranches that did it the old way. I had helped a friend run a deer camp on one of those ranches. Mostly, the reason for my going to do research was that I wanted a free deer hunt. It had worked out there before, I figured I could do it again and justify it, at least to myself.
I was staying in one of the bunk houses on the ranch. In the heyday of the ranch, every room was packed with cowboys, as many as 8 or 10 per room. At that time, it was 4 cowboys per room. I was told that they chose to bunk together instead of spreading out a little more because it was easier to cleanup after themselves. Other than shoveling the corrals and keeping the tack clean, cowboys aren't really concerned about cleanliness. I was always afraid to jump in the pickup with them. I can't say that I kept my room much cleaner. There was a layer of dust that laid over everything, all the time, it didn't matter what I did, the dust was going to come in each day.
I was also taking my own photos back then. I had a pretty decent 35mm camera and lenses. I had photos published and a few little awards won. It was the camera that attracted the attention of one of the cowboys. He was the little brother of the cowboy who was the lead buckaroo. Yes, we called them that back then. He was the cowboy who was breaking the new horses. He and 4 or 5 others would ride all day, saddling horse after horse and stirring up the dust in the circle corral. I don't think they ever saw it as work but more of an opportunity to ride rough stock. They got paid for every horse that they could put a regular saddle on and ride without and bucking, crow-hopping, or otherwise ornery behavior.
I was a pretty good rider too. I knew better than to get on a bronc but I could handle a green broke horse. I rode a few of them, doing pretty good and disappointing the other buckaroos by not flying off and busting my ass as I fell to the ground. That, and a few cases of beer, earned their respect and allowed me to hang around and get their stories.
Boy, I'm really reverting back and telling my cowboying stories.
I had given the nickname to the younger brother. I called him the Tennessee Stud or most of the time, just Stud. Because he was Long & Lean, Color of the Sun and his Eyes were Green. An old country song. It was popular with the cowboys. Not every nickname sticks but that one did. All the others on the Ranch started calling him that.
He would come over and stay late in my bunk house. A couple of times he would just fall asleep in one of the other bunks. On a Sunday morning, the day off, I woke up and looked toward the light. Stud was standing against the window, leaning on the wooden frame, staring out the window, holding a big tin cup of coffee. The steam from the coffee was rising around his face and was frosting the window glass. His hair was a mess, it still had the shape of his Stetson but the bed-head just made it wilder. He had a Cowboy tan. His face and neck were brown as a berries, his chest had the V from his open shirt. And his hands were rough and dark.
It made the rest of him look so much more the contrast. I don't think he had an ounce of fat on him, you could see his ribs but also each and every muscle was clearly visible. He had some of the smallest nipples I had ever seen, even on a boy. But they were sticking out and hard little darts. He was wearing only an old pair of tightie-whities that were anything but tight nor white. I'm not sure how they stayed up, they were loose around his hips. There was a big gap between his legs and the undies. I could see the skin of his ball sack. And his dick was clearly silhouetted by the light from the window.
I reached for my camera, praying that I had film loaded. I was able to get it focused and even did great at adjusting it so that I got more than a black figure in front of the window. I was able to snap 3 frames of him before he moved. Then a couple more as he turned and smiled. I had to smile and think about how skinny he really was, but also how great he looked.
He smiled and cussed me for taking his picture. He said he hoped I wasn't going to use that in "my" magazine. I stood up and my condition was exposed. I had a big case of morning wood. And I was in shape back then and my wood stood out and almost demanded to be noticed. Stud pointed that out right away, his laugh got harder as he was making fun of my condition. It was way too late for me to even try to hide it. I just grabbed myself and shook it at him. I said something stupid like, "This is why they call me the Old Stud". I'm not sure where I got the OLD part of that, I wasn't that old. I didn't think I was all that much older than he was. I turned out to be a little wrong about that.
After a couple more jokes, I went to pee, I didn't bother to shut the door. You never shut the door to pee, but you had to, to shit. Not only would you be accused of polluting the entire bunkhouse, you were more vulnerable to attack than anywhere else. You could be roped, threatened with nippers, have your jeans stolen, and on at least one occasion, branded. And as I peed, Stud stood there and looked at me, and talked the entire time. It was a long pee, at least half of the time was as I had to struggle to pee with a boner.
Then, as I came out, he motioned to me as he moved back to the window. I moved up next to him and looked out the window, and he leaned into me. It was snowing. Apparently all night. Everything was coated with several inches of snow. Only the ends of logs of the wood pile were the only thing not white. And huge flakes were still coming down so thick that it was hard to see the barn. I could feel the chill come from the window and yet I was being warmed by being so close to him. We stood there looking and making a few comments. I caught myself scratching or playing with my balls. And I noticed he was doing the same thing. If it had been any of the other cowboys, we would have been accused of all kinds of things. And my boner was returning.
I shivered, part from the cold and part from my excitement I was feeling. I quickly stepped over and grabbed an old Indian blanket. One more diversion of the story; those blankets were scattered around the bunkhouses and the ranch house. I think I saw at least 3 dozen of them. They were supposedly cheap blankets that they got to just throw over the beds. After what I have seen, mostly in stories by other writers for my magazines, they would now be worth thousands of dollars, each.
We talked about that we weren't going to go out in the snow. We were going to be the smart ones and just stay in and keep warm. We could hear the hoots and hollers from the other bunkhouses as there were snowball fights starting up. I saw a couple of the other cowboys running by, wearing long-johns, boots and hats. We did venture out. Wearing nothing but undies, boots (with spurs still attached) and the Indian blankets, we ran out and grabbed as much firewood as we could grab in two trips. I was so wishing I had something more on than undies.
The stove in the room was akin to a potbelly stove but no where near as fancy or functional as one. It did allow for a coffee pot to boil and had room for one cast iron skillet. I think back now and that skillet was our microwave, it was used for about anything. There was an iron pit nearby that would serve the same purpose in summer months. We stoked it up and warmed the bunkhouse enough that made us realize just how cold we were when we woke up. I was playing the good host and I pulled out the chunk of bologna or whatever cold cut it was, I only had one egg, a fresh one, I thought I'd save it. And I had a pan of day old biscuits but I was a great chef with those. We started another pot of coffee and I timed the fried bologna and fried buttered biscuits to come out about the time the coffee was ready. We pulled the old curtains back on the big window and sat near the fire and ate. I swear that I could see the bulge of breakfast in his belly.
Fed and warm, we shed the blankets. One thing about getting warm, the scent of two young cowboys was growing ripe and strong in the room. And it wasn't just our clothes, it was mostly us. I was pleased that they bunkhouses had real toilets and sinks, and even a real hot water heater. It was the addition of such modern fixtures that also led to holes in the wall. The heat from the stove just didn't want to bend near there. The bathroom, and especially the shower was the coldest place in the building.
I told Stud that I was stinking too bad and I had to take a shower. He didn't argue. I was quick in the shower. I was also quick to run out to get close to the stove. And it is true that cold causes a lot of shrinkage. My pubes were covering just about anything I had between my legs. And he didn't take his eyes off of me as I dried off and warmed up. I did get his attention when I told him that I had a clean extra towel and there was still plenty of hot water. He dropped his undies by just a little hitch in his hips, they just fell to the floor, right at the doorway to the bathroom and he stepped out of them. I grabbed a fresh pair of undies. My jeans were too dirty to put on but I didn't want to pull out a clean pair if it meant that they would get wet if we went out into the snow. And no respectable cowboy has even heard of a robe, so I grabbed a sheepskin coat. I bought that just a week ago from the store in the little town closest to that part of the Ranch. It took most of the money I had but I just couldn't resist buying it. The wool felt fantastic, I could imagine sleeping in that. I still have that coat. It doesn't fit anymore, it has taken on a great patina. It could be a gift if anyone would fit into it.
When the shower turned off, I heard him say something. I walked to the doorway to see what he said. I looked down and saw the undies that he had stepped out of. I was certain that he hadn't changed those in awhile. A little too nasty to even pick up. I kicked them to the outer door and quickly opened the door just long enough for one more kick. I swear the room started smelling better immediately.
Stud came out rubbing his hair. Now bright and blonde, it really stood on end. He had the towel wrapped around his waist. I saw a nice bulge. He sought out the stove and I had just stoked it and added another log. We both commented about how good it felt to take a shower and get all clean. I knew it had been a day or two for me. It turned out to be the previous Saturday night, more than a week ago when Stud had last cleaned up. I was pretty sure his undies were about that old too.
With his clean blonde hair, clean hairless chest, and several layers of dirt scrubbed off, he looked younger. His little nipples were still cute. His belly button was the start of a thin little happy trail. I'm sure he caught me looking at it as he opened up the towel and held his stuff close to the stove. I could just see his pubes and barely his dick coming out of his body. His pubes were as blonde as the hair on his head. I moved around with the intent of seeing what he had. I was expecting shrinkage to have occurred in the cold, I wanted to tease him a little to get him back. Instead, I saw a slender long dick. The length was substantial, but it was the foreskin that really made me take another look. He had a nice long pucker, looked more like a nozzle. From the shadows that I had seen in his undies, I thought he would have been much bigger around. His dick was as thin as he was. I wasn't even aware that he was talking to me as I stared. It was when he took a little teasing swing at my balls to get my attention when I realized that I couldn't see his balls. They were there, tight up underneath him. They didn't look huge but fit his body. But that thin dick with the foreskin, wow!
He ditched the towel and grabbed the Indian blanket. He asked what happened to his underwear and I told him that he didn't want to put them back on. He giggled a little and made some remark about me wanting him to stay naked. I stammered about that I meant he wouldn't want to put on them because they were so dirty and he was so clean. But he kept talking about how much I loved him naked. I did notice that he was getting excited, his dick was starting to grow and stiffen. He wasn't quite all the way there. Well, not until I said something and it bounced to full boner in about 3 heartbeats. I was thinking that I had never heard him talking like this. Although, so many of the other cowboys give each other a hard time about all sorts of gay thoughts and actions.
It was also different with absolutely nothing hiding his reaction. And I wasn't really hiding either. If I moved my leg at all, my boner was going to pop out and give my thoughts away. I was going to try to keep it stuck between my legs and balls. When Stud started to handle his dick and hold it up to the stove, he said that it really felt good to do that. When he pulled open his foreskin and held it so that the heat would sink in, I moved and out popped my boner. I think I also said a few choice words. My hand went to my boner and I was playing with it and my balls. He started doing the same thing.
We were very quiet for a little bit as we kept looking and feeling ourselves. And he finally said it wasn't fair that he didn't have any undies. I said he could wear a pair of mine, OR as he suggested, I just take mine off. I shivered as I bent over and pulled them off. He took a step forward and our boners were barely an inch apart. I kept looking at his dick, and then his face. He had a huge devilish smile on his face. And he flat out asked me if I wanted to do something. I asked him if he was cool with it. I took it as a yes when he gently grabbed my balls. I shivered and I made a little bit of precum. He took my hand and pulled it to his dick. We played with each other. I felt all over his balls and dick. His balls felt a little strange being so tight against his body. I worked a little slack into them and could close my hand around them. I was fingering the outside of his nozzle. And it was making him gasp. We had eased up closer to each other, my dick was feeling his pubes and I could feel his dick touch my belly and my balls.
I was really feeling good. I had decided that I was going to have to jack, either him doing me or just me but I was going to cum, one way or the other. Then he asked me if I wanted to feel something great. I had heard that before when I was in school. Normally that meant I was going to get sucked. I was ready for some of that.
I was very surprised when Stud let go of my junk and he leaned back a little and he pinched the sides of his foreskin. I was watching closely as he pulled it open. He didn't pull it back. I was expecting to see a dark red or purple dick head. I was sure that he had washed, I hadn't smelled that cheesy scent that I recognized from uncut dicks. Instead of showing me his dick head, he told me not to move. He stepped up and lined up our dicks. Then before I could even react, he pulled his foreskin over my dick head and the closed his hand over my dick. I was in his foreskin! I was feeling the heat and slickness from being inside his foreskin. And then I felt his dick head rubbing on my dick head. When our pee holes flicked together, my knees actually gave way. I fell to the floor and I don't think he had any other choice but to fall on top of me. We were still connected. And I couldn't help but to say that over and over. And he laughed and asked me over and over if I liked that. As we straightened out on the floor, he was sitting on the top of my legs. All his attention was on our dicks. He pulled his foreskin to cover as much of my dick as he could.
I was on the cold wooden floor and I was shaking. Mostly from the cold, or maybe from the new sensation. I almost begged him if we could go do it on the bed. When I got up, I noticed that nothing was blocking with window. I tossed a blanket over it enough to obscure the vision. When I turned around, I saw Stud on my bed, legs spread wide apart and he was slowly jacking his boner. I got in the bed. Just a single bed, really an old army bunk that was bought from Army surplus. I was wanting to get inside him again. And we both helped to put our dicks together. I was loving the feeling. I would look down at his face and he would go from a huge smile to a little grimace. I couldn't decide if he looked cute or handsome.
Then he asked me if he could be on top. I 'accidentally' poked a finger into his butt as we flipped over. I didn't make penetration but he clenched so fast that I didn't know if I would get my finger back. He just laughed. But then he got on my legs. He stroked my boner a few times. Wiped a drop of precum around my dick head. Then he stretched his nozzle again. This time, it was like in slow motion that my dick head disappeared into him.
He was making me feel so good. And he was jacking so that his skin was rubbing on my dick. I warned him over and over that I was going to cum. He just said it would be better. And with my dick head still inside his foreskin, I started to unload. He was grunting as I was grunting. I really thought he was cuming too. I went empty. But he kept stroking. I was so sensitive that it was making my entire body jerk. I had handfuls of his tight butt. I hadn't realized that he really had no butt but I was grabbing it with everything I could.
Then he growled. Or really a whine. And I felt a rope shoot out, then the second one felt like it went right up my pee hole. And another. The next few just filled up his foreskin. And there was a massive amount of cum laying on my pubes. And he collapsed on my chest. We laid there, breathing hard, hearts beating wildly, and I was loving the feel of his body on mine. And when he would twitch his dick, I would almost flip out of the bed. I felt our combined cum flow out of his foreskin and down my boner and onto my balls.
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