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Silent Cowboy (mm)
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Subject: Silent Cowboy (M/M)
Date: Tue, 18 Jul 1995 08:25:44 UTC
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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