Western Pleasure Page 3
“You mean it?” Gordon asked, not daring to believe his ears.
“Sure I do.” Ty looked around as if to make sure they were alone except for the horse and dogs. “This convince ya I mean it?”
Ty drew Gordon into his arms, tipped his chin up and kissed him: a deep, long kiss accentuated by his tongue massaging Gordon’s. Gordon’s head swam with surprise and excitement.
They stood together for several minutes kissing and pressing bodies together: Gordon’s rock hard cock against Ty’s muscular thigh, Ty’s against Gordon’s stomach.
“Ya still interested in them lessons?” Ty said, still holding Gordon in his arms. “Reckon I could show you one or two interestin’ ridin’ techniques.”
“Oh yes I am!” Gordon replied enthusiastically.
“Then come on,” Ty said. “We better take this up to the house. Never know who might wander in here.”
“Lead the way,” Gordon replied.
Ty looked over his shoulder, “Happy, ya got yerself the day off.” He kissed Gordon once more then he untied the horse and led it to a regular stall.
Ty took Gordon by the hand, led him out of the barn, through a different gate, and up a small hill toward a house at the top.
An idea struck him. “Ty, wait,” Gordon said.
Ty stopped and turned to him. “What?”
“I always thought doing it in a hay mow would be fantastic.”
Ty laughed. “Y’all been lookin’ at too much internet porn. As appealin’ as a romp in the hay looks, it ain’t all that it’s cracked up ta be.”
Gordon looked disappointed.
Still chuckling Ty continued, “Hay’s prickly and dusty. Makes a man itch and sneeze. Don’t know how them guys in the videos can stand it. Believe me we’ll have a much better time up at the house.”
Gordon smiled. Looking at the sexy, hunky cowboy he knew it really didn’t matter where they did it…as long as they did it.
“You’re the boss,” he said.
“All right then,” Ty said, giving Gordon his gorgeous smile once more. “Let’s get this lesson goin’! I got me a hard-on that just can’t wait to be rode!”
They tumbled through the back door of the house into the laundry room, kissing and groping each other as they did. Gordon was led through the house, each man shedding shirts and hats along the way. When they got to the bedroom, Ty sat Gordon on the bed and pulled off his boots. Then he laid Gordon back, undid his belt and grabbing the man’s jeans at the ankles, Ty slid them off and threw them on the floor. Gordon had worn no underwear and he lay there, his hard cock against his stomach, dripping with arousal.
Ty stood up. Hopping first on one foot then the other, he removed his boots, undid his pants and pushed his jeans and boxers to the floor, his horse cock proudly pointing to the ceiling.
Gordon let out a whew through his teeth at the sight of the huge organ and the shroud of thick, black hair above a set of ponderous balls. Ty leaned forward.
“Wait,” Gordon said.
“Huh?”
“I want us to wear our hats.”
Gordon got up, left the bedroom, returning a moment later wearing his Resistol and carrying Ty’s hat. He gave it to Ty and sat back down on the bed.
“Put the boots back on,” Gordon said as Ty put his hat on.
Ty chuckled. “You got it, cowboy.”
Ty replaced both Gordon’s as well as his own boots then stretched out over Gordon, bracing himself on his arms. Gordon leaned back on his elbows.
“Ready for that lesson?’ Ty asked.
“More than ready,” Gordon replied, feeling the intense arousal Ty was creating in him.
Ty smiled and slowly lowered himself until his lips were on Gordon’s. The kiss was both gentle and passionate. Gordon opened his mouth slightly, inviting Ty’s tongue inside. Ty obliged and settled his full weight on the smaller man beneath him. Gordon reveled in the welcome burden and wrapped his arms around Ty, pressing his chest against Ty’s chiseled pecs. The Resistol fell off and landed on the bed. The men ground their rock hard dicks against one another.
After a length of time, which Gordon could not measure, Ty began to slowly make his way down Gordon’s torso, licking and sucking chest, nipples, arm pits and navel, until finally he buried his face in Gordon’s pubic hair, mouthing it as if he were a horse grazing.
Ty then continued his oral exploration, inspecting first the groove between Gordon’s thighs and balls, then the space beneath them and finally the balls themselves. There was no doubt in Gordon’s mind Ty was an experienced, expert teacher. He sighed deeply and anticipated Ty’s next move.
When Ty had fully investigated Gordon’s scrotal area he took hold of Gordon’s cock and with the same deliberate slowness began to lick and trace its contours. Finally he let the organ slip into his mouth, swallowing it to its base then massaging the underside with his tongue. Gordon didn’t know how long he could take this stimulation before erupting. He held the sides of Ty’s head, moaning softly as the cowboy continued his ministrations.
Ty must have sensed Gordon was close to climax for he let the man’s dick slip from his mouth. “I got other plans,” he said simply.
With that Ty raised Gordon’s legs and began to probe and mouthe his asshole with his lips and tongue. Gordon shuddered and let out a gasp of pleasure.
“Likin’ that, are ya?” Ty asked.
Gordon swallowed, but all he could manage in response was to whimper, nod his head and thrust his ass forward to encourage Ty to continue. He could feel his sphincter relaxing and began to experience the tell-tale longing to be filled by a man’s dick. He was breathing hard and tried to let Ty know he wanted him inside.
“I’m….ah…I’m re…ah…I want…” he babbled.
Ty laughed softly. “Time for you to get in the saddle and ride, pardner.”
Ty got up and pulled Gordon to his feet. He held him close and kissed him once more, picked up Gordon’s hat and reseated it on his head. Then Ty lay down on the bed on his back. He reached for the bed stand and took out a condom, ripped open the foil and rolled it on. Gordon gazed at the magnificent male lying before him: his hard horse-hung cock, the outstretched arms, the broad smile on his handsome face.
“Mount up, cowboy,” Ty said.
Gordon got onto the bed, kneeling as he straddled the horseman Adonis. Looking into Ty’s eyes, he guided the man’s rigid tool into his ass. Despite its size, Gordon could take it easily. Ty let out a gasp. He slipped in and Gordon settled until he could feel his balls nestle into Ty’s lush growth of pubic hair. Ty reached behind and grasped Gordon’s ass cheeks.
They were motionless for a few seconds, then Ty started to massage Gordon’s ass, pump and said, “Ride me, ride your stallion cowboy. Ride me hard and put me up wet!”
And Gordon did. Coordinating the contracting of his ass muscles to the upward thrusts of his bronco, he rode until Ty yelled, “Oh shit!”
Ty clenched his teeth, groaned and then roared. Gordon could feel Ty’s dick throb within him.
With Ty still inside, Gordon grasped his own hard cock and began to jack it. He trembled and made a strangled cry and spewed his cum all over Ty’s hairy torso. When the last few drops drained out over Gordon’s hand Ty reached up, took him by the shoulders, pulled him down on top of him and kissed him.
When the kiss ended, Ty rolled them on their sides where they lay facing each other. He removed the condom, tied it and dropped it over the side of the bed.
“How was that fer yer first ridin’ lesson?” he asked with a wink.
“Fan-fuckin’-tastic,” Gordon replied, giving Ty a quick kiss.
“Well, are ya gonna sign up fer more?” Ty kissed him back.
“How about once a week?’ Gordon said with another kiss.
“Could do twice a week if ya want?” Ty smiled, continuing to punctuate their exchange with kisses.
This time Ty didn’t get a verbal response. Gordon rolled him over on his back, straddled him a
gain and kissed him, grinding his re-hardening cock against Ty’s.
“I take it that means yes?” Ty asked, laughing.
“You bet it does.”
“Ya got yerself a deal,” Ty said as he rolled on a fresh condom and guided his cock into Gordon’s ass once again. “Ride ’em, cowboy!”
* * * *
As was usual for a Friday night Tyler was at his regular table at the Stampede. And as usual he was waiting for Zeb and Barney to arrive. He sipped his beer and listened to the music, tapping his fingers on the table top and smiling to himself. After about fifteen minutes his friends arrived. They sat down at the table and poured themselves each a glass of beer from the pitcher Ty had ordered.
“Well, we got through another fuckin’ week,” Barney lamented. “Still outta a job and runnin’ low on the savin’s account. And the fuckin’ government wants to cut me outta unemployment. But what the hell.” He raised his glass in salute.
The other two raised theirs as well.
“How’s it goin’ with you?” Ty asked Zeb.
“’Bout the same. Had enough customers that I paid the bills, but one a y’all’s gonna have to pay for the beer tonight.”
All three men laughed.
“What about it, Ty?” Barney inquired. “You had a change a fortune that’s gonna make you the provider of our bender tonight?”
Ty leaned back in his chair and smiled. “I advertised fer lessons like ya said.”
“And?” Zeb asked, pouring himself another beer.
“And it worked out pretty damn well.” He smiled again, reached down, and rubbed his crotch under the table. “Got me one new client that’s got real possibilities.”
“You gonna tell us about it?” Barney asked. “Is the fucker rich? Gonna buy a horse?” He looked across the table at Zeb, “Then you can send him to Zeb fer a saddle.”
“And a truck and trailer to put Barney back to work?” Zeb laughed and raised his glass to Barney.
“I’ll drink to that,” Barney said, clinking his glass with Zeb’s.
“Maybe I’ll fill ya in sometime,” Ty answered as the music to “Good Time” started playing. “Right now I’m gonna dance. Come on you two lard asses. Get yer butts up there and have some fun.”
Ty got up. Zeb and Barney looked at each other. “Guess that new client a yours must be really somethin’ ta make an ol’ leadfoot like you get up and dance,” Zeb said.
“That he is, Zeb old boy. That he is,” Ty said, his smile deepening.
“Ya gonna keep givin’ him lessons?” Barney asked.
“You bet I am,” Ty replied with a wink. Then he turned and led the way to the hardwood dance floor to join the line dance.
Barney shrugged. Zeb shook his head. They followed Ty to the dance floor.
THE END
ABOUT TERRY O’REILLY
Terry O’Reilly is a retired school teacher living a quiet life in the Midwest with his three dogs and his horse. He began writing several years ago at the urging of a friend and fellow author. He has books available through several publishers, including Amber Allure Press, Aspen Mountain Press, eXcessica Publishing, and JMS Books LLC. Writing has become an important part of his life, allowing him to explore his own thoughts, needs, and feelings, as well as learn about other cultures and eras as he researches his stories.
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