cowboys - a true story

A true occasion as remembered by John Bellamy

Sunbathing naked at the cabin in Nebraska one hot and sunny afternoon. The temperature was in the 90's and I lay asleep, in the shade, some 20 miles from the nearest neighbour. Our cabin was lost in the middle of nowhere on its own 1,800 acres of wild grassland and wooded areas. I was alone other than the dog.

I lay there, naked and alone.

I was awoken by the dog barking and the sound of horses hoofs close by and as I sat up with a start, there were two horses coming towards the cabin with 2 real cowboys riding them, and as I reached for a towel, they rode up close and dismounted shouting

' Hi - You mind if we get a drink it's dry riding .' -

and I did giggle to myself as the thought of ' dry riding.'

I recognised one of the men as Mike, the ranch foreman from my lovers ranch ( some miles away and was a ranch of over 150,000 acres with hundreds of crew ( cowboys ) and support staff, with tens of thousands of cattle and 6,000 horses ) who I had spoken with many times on the ranch if and when he came to the main house for something - and he was big, and I mean big, 6'4" and built and had the deepest voice. He stood out from the other cowboys who worked with the cattle and horses.

I told them to help themselves - as Americans tend to do - and they went into the cabin and came out with a couple of beers and brought me out one as well.

'Shit man it's hot, mind if we strip off as well and join you ? '

said the second cowboy as he started taking his shirt off and dropped his jeans and stood there in just his boots and undershorts. I think I was more embarrassed than they were.

He noticed me looking and there as a moment of silent embarrassment and in my very best of British I said

'Back home in the UK all the guys with bodies like yours spend hours in the gym.'

they laughed and Mike said

' Hard work rustling cattle is the best workout and if you think he's built, take a look at this.'

He then stripped the same, down to his undershorts, and dear God the pair of them were built and muscular and both superb specimens of manly manhood. No ' gay bodies' here from hours at some expensive prissy gym. This was from hard graft on the ranch.

Now I was just in a towel and - well, it was obvious I had an erection and I noticed them checking it out - and while I was trying to play it cool and straight ( Me - as camp as Chloe ) that's when I noticed they both were getting hard in their shorts, and as they worked for my lover on his ranch - I was a little hesitant as to where this was going. They knew their boss was gay and that I was his partner, and while he was in Denver I was alone for a couple of weeks at the cabin.

'Mind if we get naked with you' ? Mike asked

'Feel free, it's nice to have the company'

I replied.

Instantly their shorts were down and they were just in their cowboy hats and boots and the view was glorious. One cut and one uncut. Both 2/3rds hard and both horny as fuck.

Well, We played - and we walked naked in the sunshine, and we rode the horses naked and we sucked and fucked and drank beer and talked about my accent ( they found it hard to follow a lot of what I was saying and I had to translate into American, which was a laugh as I was, they told me, the first Brit they had ever met ) - and the fantasy became a reality.

Me with two real life cowboys, built and hard, hung and breathtaking.

We talked at length about the old days when cowboys went on long cattle drives and would be alone on the land for weeks at a time - just men together, and the sexuality and the fun that was shared but was never spoken of and never mentioned, and the fear attached with being found out while many of the cowhands took part as there was such a shortage of women in those bye gone days.

It was equally as mind boggling to them, the lifestyle I had as a child and how we in the UK saw cowboys and Indians only through the movies, and they did point out that films compared to real life had absolutely nothing in common at all and how the movies were so very wrong in all aspects of what it was like ' in the old days' to be a rancher or a cow hand.

I can still feel the hot sun on my naked body and the touch and the taste of these two sweaty cowhands .

We eat and drank and sexed the day away and eventually they rode off into the sunset like in some porn movie and I was left drained. Tired from the sun. Worn out from all the sex. Happier than a pig in shit.

That night I think I wanked at least a further 3 or 4 times remembering and I was VERY happy when they returned the next afternoon - and for the next 10 days - this time in a truck - and we swore each other to this being our secret as no one was to find out and to this day, it has remained in my memory as one of the most sexy times, ever.

One of the things I remember, was how rough their hands were, from all the heavy work, and on my cut dick was magical as smooth and soft doesn't work on my dick but hard and rough... does.

I'd completely forgotten this memory for decades and only recently thought of it, as there were many more sexual fulfilled fantasies I have enjoyed over the years and this, was on the back burner of my mind and BOY when I remembered, again, it was wank wank wank time... The wank bank was full.