The Rodeo - Part 2

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The Rodeo - Part 1

The Rodeo  

Part 1 of 3

Story by Jim

It was time to go to the National Championship Rodeo.  I always took time off to go each year. This year the plan was to take the parents motor home and drive three states away and enjoy the rodeo. After a nasty divorce, it was time for this 28 year old to relax and see what was out there.  After two days of driving, my mind had been all over the place.  Kept thinking about my younger years , when my cousin and I use to sneak off in the woods or in the barn. Had a lot of fun through the years with him, that was till he moved away.  So I have been rusty on my bi side for some time but my wheels where spinning again.

I finally arrived, picked out a nice spot to setup camp. Right away , there was a lot of hot cowboys , nice tight jeans, big belt buckles, cowboy hats, and some nice hard bodies. I had things stirring around in my body , that I’d not felt in years. I knew this would be a good time. I grabbed a beer and started walking around camp, checking out the scenery. I blended right in with the rest of the guys, next thing I was talking and drinking and telling stories .

I kept looking around and checking them out when one stood out more. Younger, taller, a little backwards compared to the rest of us around camp.  He’s jeans were pulled up tight, you could tell the he was packing nice.  I tried checking him out more, where I wouldn't be noticed. I caught him checking myself out a couple of times.  I started small talk with him, just to see if he would break ice. Before long , he was talking away to me. I ran dry, so I asked him if he wanted to walk back with him and I would grab him a beer. He followed me back, I grabbed a couple out of the fridge and we sat around bullshitting. Logan was his name and you could tell the kid was off a Farm or Ranch.  Logan asked if I minded if he could use the restroom, told him go ahead . We both was out, so I thought it would be the time to get us a couple more.

I walk in the coach and there was Logan, with the door open to the restroom, taking a piss. His pants was pulled down below his ass, and you could hear a healthy stream coming out. His ass was tight, nice and round, and a little hairy, his hand was down low hanging to his meat, then you could see him shake it and started to turn , that’s when he notice me looking,  I just asked if he wanted another beer as I opened the Fridge. He said of course, and he apologized for not shutting the door. I said make yourself feel at home, he smiled and I smiled back.  I told him, sorry I wasn't trying to stare but you made it too easy and told him he was blessed to have a cock that size. Logan started to turn a little red, I handed him the beer, I told him have a seat.  He goes well truth be known, having a big cock isn’t as good as you would think. I asked why ? Logan explained the girlfriends he has had in the past would blow him or even try to have sex with him because it was too big. Logan goes all I get done doing is Jackin It. I told him don’t feel bad , I’ve been so horny for so long, Jackin just doesn’t get it for me much , done it way too much, he agreed.  I asked him if he ever thought about anything else, he kind of him hulled around. Then he looked and asked me the same thing, well yes, been years ago.  I took the step and asked, so you want to try something a little different? He shook his head yes, he was nervous as hell, I was too!

I asked him to stand up, I got down on my knees, He unbuckled that over size belt buckle of his and let it hang. I reached up and unbuttoned his pants, his shirt, looking up at that big cowboy hat. I pulled down on his pants and Logan’s massive cock sprang out of those tight jeans hanging a good 3 inches below his low hanging ball sack. I just starred for a minute, I’m like Damn,  I started to like the head of it nice and slow, he started to get hard, I wanted to get it into my mouth before it went all the way hard. I had to relax to get it all the way in , but I got it in!  I started to slurp and take it in and out, I could feel my mouth spreading as he was growing larger.  The kid was getting into it a lot, he started to moan with pleasure.  I reached back and grabbed hold of his tight ass with both hands and started to pull him in more. I took him as deep as I could till his hairy bush was up against me. He started to thrust and held my head with both hands and pumped me till he exploded me with his large load. I couldn’t swallow it all. I don’t know how, but it was seeping out my mouth as I tried swallowing all of it. Logan finally stopped humping my mouth and just stood there. I finished cleaning him up and that 11inch monster slid out my mouth. He looked at me and told me to stand up, He took my cock out and sucked me till I shoot my load, which didn’t take long. I was pretty hot having a 22 year old cowboy , suck my cock.  He stood up and leaned in and gave me a long kiss which I could taste my cum and I’m sure he could taste his own.  We both got dressed and I handed him the beer , we walked outside and sat down, then another guy approached. Logan looks at me and goes this is my older brother Dalton. I stood up and shook his hand , nice to meet you. I offered him a beer , we chatted and Dalton looked at Logan and said, well , long day tomorrow, better turn in.

First Encounter - Part 2

First Encounter

Part 2 of 2

Story by Jay

I went to bed and dreamt of sucking cock.  I woke up with a rock hard cock and I was determined to suck cock TODAY.

There was so much running through my mind about what happened yesterday.  I did not remember what his cock, balls, and pubic area looked like.  I remember his pee hole, how it stared at me like a one eye snake. 

I started making plans of what I was going to do this time.  I wanted to make sure I explored his cock and balls.  I wanted to see what his cockhead was like.  I wanted to squeeze his cockhead and open his pee hole.  I wanted to look at his veins running the length of his shaft.  I wanted to feel the hair in his pubic area.  And lastly, I wanted to hold his balls in my hand and see what shape they were.

I made the phone call to see if I could come over.  We agreed on a time.  This time I did not wear underwear.  I wanted to have easy access.  I remember he just had shorts on, and he was naked in a flash.

I showered and put on shorts and a t-shirt.  I was nervous as I drove over to his place.  I was parked outside his place.  I was a few minutes early so I waited in the car.  My cock was throbbing as I counted down the minutes.

I rang the doorbell.  He stood there and smiled.  I returned the smile.  I walked over to the couch and took off my shorts.  He smiled and took his off.  We were both ready and rock hard.

He motioned for me to follow him and said “Maybe the bedroom would be more comfortable.”  I wanted his cock, so I followed.  He climbed into bed and laid flat on the bed.  He motioned for me to get alongside him.

I was confused but I ended up on all fours with me facing his cock and he was facing my cock.  We were in a ‘69’ position and it was the first time for me.  I felt his sucking my cock, as I examined his cock.  I started to suck his cock as I felt around to his balls.  I ran my fingers through his pubes. 

As I sucked his cock, I did not notice that he was spreading my legs and he was facing my ass.  I felt my cheeks being spread apart and then the most wonderful thing happened.  His tongue was probing into my asshole.  I stopped what I was doing to his cock and felt wave after wave of ecstasy.

It felt wonderful.  I sat upright with my ass on his face.  I found myself jacking off my cock.  He removed one hand and reached for his cock and he started to stoke.  Watching him masturbate while his tongue was deep inside of me, made me lose control.  I shot my load onto his stomach. 

Next he came and I watch in deep pleasure.  I collapsed onto the bed.  I was out of breath as if I just ran a mile.  I eventually got up and got dressed.  I left knowing this was what I wanted to do.  

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Firt Encounter - Part 1

First Encounter

Part 1 of 2

Story by Jay

I saw the ad on the internet.  He was older than me.  There was a picture and he looked good for an older guy.  He wanted just mutual jack off. 

I was new to the sex scene. I wanted to play safe and I figured masturbation was safe with another guy.  So I sent a message and a picture of me.  The reply came back within seconds.

I told him what I wanted and he agreed to masturbation and nothing more.  He sent me directions to his place.  I knew the area and drove over. 

I was nervous and shaking as I approached the front door.  I rang the doorbell and the door opened before I knew it.  I entered and sat on the couch.  Mt heart was pounding as I looked him over.  He was nice for an older guy.  He seemed calm compared to me.

After some small talk, he stood up and pulled down his pants.  He had a rather large cock.  It was cut and already hard.  He said “Go ahead and play with it.” I reached for it.  I hesitated but having a cock that close to actually touch was too tempting.  I placed my hand around his shaft.  It was like steel.

I pulled on his shaft and watch the skin move up and cover his cockhead.  His pee hole was staring at me as I jerked his cock back and forth.  His balls were hand low and swung as I jacked him off.

His voice startled me as he said “Can I play with yours?”  I was having so much fun with his cock that I forgot about my cock.  I stood up and he unbuttoned and unzipped my pants.  I had worn underwear and wished that I hadn't.  But he pulled them down and out popped my cock.  He grabbed my cock and started to stroke it.

 

His voice startled me again as he said “You can go back to playing with mine.”  I went back to jacking his cock off as he did the same with me.  I wish I could had lasted longer but I felt it start and cried out “I a, cumming.”  He got on his knees and took my cock his in mouth and started sucking.

 

I came so quick I could not think straight.  He swallowed everything I shot into his mouth.  He was still on his knees when he came.  He had a towel handy and shot into it.  He finished sucking and used the towel to wipe his face.

His voice startled me once again as he said “That was great.  How did you like it?”  I was on cloud 9.  I made some comment “Good.” Or “Wonderful.”

 

I pulled up my briefs and pants.  I headed for the door.  He said “Email if you ever want to do it again.”

I smiled and headed out the door.  My heart was still pounding as I got into my car.  I said out loud “That was really good.  Hell, it was great.”

I wanted to suck him next time.  I drove off thinking “There will be a next time.”

Short Takes - Urinal

Short Takes – Urinal

By Jay

Just a few weeks ago, I was peeing when the guy came in and took the urinal next to me. 

I removed my hand from his side and brushed my hair on my head.  This gave him more room to look. 

Of course now that I notice he was looking, I started getting hard.  He was now peeing.  I glanced over and saw a really nice cock. 

By now, I was done peeing and my cock was getting super hard.  That is when he reached over.  I made room for his hand to grab my cock.  He stroked me a few times with his left hand as he jack off his cock with his right hand. 

He came almost immediately. 

He released my cock from his hand and zipped up and left.

Small is Beautiful - Part 2

Small is Beautiful

Part 2 of 2

Story by Ben

As soon as I had a free moment, I e-mailed Warren.  By the end of the day, after a few exchanges of e-mails, we had an arrangement to meet after work later in the week.  Even in the e-mails I got the feeling that he didn't believe me when I told him how beautiful I thought his cock was.

On the day we were due to meet, I thought of Warren as soon as I woke, and my cock reacted immediately.  It led the way to the shower, pointing directly ahead, and it was staring at me in the mirror as I shaved, still as hard as a steel rod.  I made it wait.  I wanted to enjoy the anticipation.

I had trouble with my cock all day.  It persistently stretched my pants and reminded me of its needs, but I was determined to make it wait until the evening.  It was not easy.  Each time I went to the toilet, it tried to make me appease it, and I had to struggle to resist the urge to give it the release it was demanding.  But I stood my ground and made it wait.

I left the office as early as I could.  I rushed home, showered, put on a blue shirt that I think makes me look my best and my beige chinos and set off to meet Warren.  On a whim I stopped at a flower shop that I noticed on the corner of his road.  I liked the idea of presenting that big masculine man with a colorful bouquet.

I found Warren's apartment, pressed the bell and waited.  I was surprisingly nervous.  I think it was because I so desperately wanted him to believe that I was smitten by his beautiful cock, so that we could keep on meeting.  As soon as he opened the door, I thrust the flowers at him with a broad smile.  That broke the ice.  He laughed, saying no man had given him flowers before, and he put both his arms around me and squeezed me against his big body.

Of course, we went straight to the bedroom.  I had made my cock wait all day, and I was now ready to give in to it.  The passion with which I pulled Warren's face to mine made it clear that the glass of wine that he had started to offer would be more appreciated after sex, rather than before.  Warren was well over six feet tall, and a good six inches taller than me, so kissing was a bit of a contortion for both of us, as he bent low and I stretched high, but nothing was going to stop me enjoying this evening.

In the bedroom, I unbuttoned Warren's shirt and was entranced by his big broad chest, just as if I was discovering it for the first time.  I undid his pants and discovered his thick, muscular legs, covered with dark hair.  Soon we were both wearing nothing but our underwear.  I knelt, nuzzled his bulge through his white briefs, and, putting my hands between his briefs and his ass, pulled them down, so that his cock slapped my face as it was released from the garment.

I could not help myself gasping in awe at the sight of Warren's cock.  He heard my intake of breath, and said, "You know, I am almost persuaded to believe that you really do like my tiny cock."

"I do, Warren.  I really do.  It is... just beautiful."

I put my lips around it and tasted Warren's gorgeous hard cock for the first time.  I inhaled the heavy musk scent of his pubes as I sucked on his cock.

When I stood up, I took a couple of steps back to take in the sight of his whole body: his broad shoulders, his big chest, his thick, hairy arms and legs, and, in the middle of it all, that small, but beautiful, cock, so incongruous against his big body.

Soon, I was naked too, and we were on the bed.  I made Warren lie on his back, so that I could run my fingers through his chest hair, kiss his nipples and stroke the whole length of his legs from crotch to toes and back again.  I took his cock between my fingers and gently retracted the foreskin.  It was so hard.  I cupped my hand around his balls.  They were not huge, but they were certainly bigger than I would have expected the balls of a man with such a small cock to be.

Warren put a hand around my cock.  It was more than twice as long as his, and thicker.

"How can you like my cock, when yours is so much bigger?"

"I didn't say yours was big," I replied.  "I said it is beautiful.  I can't explain it, but I have always loved small cocks.  Every night since we met I have fallen asleep with the image of your cock in my head.  For me it is just perfect."

“But it is yours that is beautiful, so big and manly."

"If you find mine beautiful, that's great.  But there is nothing unmanly about your cock.  It is a perfect specimen of manhood.  I keep using the same word, but it is the word that I associate with it, beautiful, just beautiful."

Warren pushed me onto my back and took my cock in his mouth.  He was so big, but so gentle.  His lips caressed my aching penis so tenderly.  His big hands were holding me so delicately.  Ever since we had met, in the toilets of the department store, I had thought only about Warren's penis; I had been almost obsessed by it.  I had given no thought to Warren as a person.  Now that I had his body touching mine, his hands teasing my nipples and gently stroking my chest, and his tongue working wonders on my cock, I realized what a caring lover he was.  I realized it would not take much to make me fall in love with this guy.

I didn't want to cum without tasting Warren's cock again, so I pulled myself free and forced Warren back onto his back.  I knelt between his legs, put my mouth around his beautiful cock, and massaged it with my lips and my tongue.  My hands were on his thighs, and soon I felt them tense.  They pushed against my hands as his hips thrust upwards and he sent his juice spurting into my mouth.

There was nothing unmanly about Warren's cock, and there was nothing unmanly about the large quantity of thick, salty, male juice that filled my mouth.  I kept his cock in my mouth as I swallowed his cum and carefully cleaned the end of his cock with my tongue.  Then I raised myself up and smiled at Warren.  He put his hand around my cock, smiling too, and with just two or three strokes the pent-up pressure that had been eating away at my inside all day sent spurt after spurt of cum gushing out onto his body, where it meandered among the dark hairs of his chest.

I lay down beside Warren, with my head on his shoulder.  We held hands, our fingers paddling in the pool of my cum.  I lifted my head to look into his eyes and we smiled at each other.  I think he now believed that I found his cock beautiful.

Small is Beautiful - Part 1

Small is Beautiful

Part 1 of 2

Story by Ben

It was my lunch break and I was feeling horny.  I decided to go to a department store nearby.  On the second floor there are some toilets where guys sometimes go for lunchtime fun.

I went in.  The place seemed to be empty.  I stood at one of the three urinals for a while, but no one came in.  My time was limited.  I had to get back to the office soon.  In the end I gave up.  I would just have to live with the aching in my loins all afternoon and find a way of satisfying it after work.

I went to wash my hands.  The cubicles were beyond the urinals, and the wash basins were opposite them.  This meant that, as you washed your hands, the cubicles were behind you, and you could see them in the mirror that covered the whole wall above the wash basins.  The doors to two of the cubicles were wide open, clearly showing that they were empty.  As I turned on the tap, I realized that the door of the third cubicle, the furthest one from the entrance, was shut.  It must have been shut ever since I arrived.  I washed my hands, and then looked up at the mirror again.  The door that had been shut was now slightly ajar.  I dried my hands, using the roller towel that was attached to the end wall, between the wash basins and the cubicles.  While I was drying my hands I was therefore standing right next to the door that was ajar.  I kept my eyes firmly fixed on the door.

I dried my hands very slowly, standing absolutely still.  The door opened just a little bit more.  I touched it gently, so that it opened some more.  That was enough.  The guy inside knew I was interested, and he opened the door fully.

He was sitting on the toilet.  He was a big guy, not at all overweight, just big.  If he wasn't a rugby player, he should have been.  He had broad shoulders and a heavy frame.  He had taken his shirt off and I could see his massive chest, big, wide, and covered in hair.  I smiled and touched my crotch.

  

That gave him the courage to smile back.  Slowly he stood, and as he did I saw his cock, which until then had been hidden because of his seated position.

I was shocked.  This big guy, this big bear of a guy, had a really small cock.  I was entranced.  

Perhaps you won't believe this, but I have always had a weakness for small cocks.  Don't get me wrong, I've got nothing against big ones; I like a big cock as much as the next man.  But it is small ones that really turn me on.  It is small ones that make me go weak at the knees.  One of my best friends in my college days had a small cock.  We were never lovers as such, but, as two horny young men, it was only natural that we should occasionally sleep over in each other's room to ‘help each other out’, to deal with that massive pressure that eats away inside a young man's body unless it is released.  I used to tell him how much I loved his cock, but I always felt he didn't believe me. 

  

Sometimes I even felt he thought I was mocking him.  I wasn't.  I genuinely loved his cock.  I loved holding it, sucking it, just looking at it.

My college friend's cock was small, but this guy's was significantly smaller.  I could not take my eyes off it.  I moved my hand forward to touch it.  I held my hand out, palm upwards, so that as it reached the guy, his cock rested on my hand.  Until then, I had thought it was unaroused.  But as soon as my hand made contact with it, I could feel that it was hard.  I slowly closed my hand around it and confirmed that it was in fact fully erect.  It was as hard as a cock can be.

I released my grip and looked at it again.  It was less than three inches long.  Sometimes in the past I had encountered cocks whose girth made up for what they lacked in length, but this one was thin as well as short.  And I just loved it.  I absolutely loved it.

I closed my hand around it again.  There was so much that I wanted to do.  I wanted to feel it, to hold it, to suck it, to lick it.  With my hand gripping the guy's cock, I made a few slow strokes, starting to worry about the time and the need to get back to the office.  I looked into the guy's eyes.  He stared back, as if in a trance.  Then I realized why.  I had only made three or four strokes of his hard cock, but all of a sudden I saw his body lurch and I felt warm liquid fill my hand.  The guy looked horrified.  I smiled at him broadly and after a few spasms his facial expression seemed to relax.

"I'm so sorry," he said.

“Why sorry?  That was great.  I enjoyed it."

"I didn't want to cum so quickly.  Actually, I didn't mean to cum at all.  It's just... your hand felt so good, so warm and... I couldn't help myself."

"I'm glad you couldn't," I said.  "I love your cock."  I could tell from his expression that he didn't believe me.  "And I am glad to have shared that moment with you."

I took my hand from around his cock and looked at it.  His cock may have been tiny, but the load it had produced was prodigious.  My hand was full and almost overflowing.  I turned round to rinse it under the tap.  Then I turned back to the guy, who was wiping himself with toilet paper.

"I'd love to see you again," I said, "and somewhere more private, so that I can really enjoy your cock."  He looked puzzled.

"I really would," I said in an effort to convince him.  "I have to go.  If I don't leave immediately, I shall be late getting back to the office.  How can I contact you?"

He took a pen and a small notebook out of his pocket.  He wrote something, tore the page out and handed it to me.  On it he had written a name, Warren, and an e-mail address.  I leant forward and kissed him.  It was just a quick peck, but on the mouth, then I turned to leave.

"I'll write this afternoon."

With that, I was on my way.  I had not cum, but the experience had been so unexpected and exciting that it had left me feeling a sort of satisfaction.  The aching in my loins had gone.  I hurried back to the office, my mind filled with the memory of my hand wrapped around that beautiful cock.  I was happy.  And I was looking forward to my next meeting with the guy.