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Tales from a Big Sky Country (mm) 1/2
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Subject: Big Sky, Ch. 1 (m/m, western)
Date: Sat, 11 Mar 1995 14:22:35 UTC
This is a repost of Chapter One of "Tales from Big Sky Country".
I am also posting the just completed Chapter 2 in a separate
post. I have plans for at least two more chapters to be posted
sometime in the next month or two. In the meantime, I hope you
enjoy these first two chapters of the story.
J.F.
Disclaimer. The following story is intended for adults over the
age of 18. It contains acts of consensual sex between adult men.
It is a work of pure fiction. Any similarity to real persons or
events is purely coincidental.
TALES FROM BIG SKY COUNTRY
by Jack Forester
CHAPTER 1: A LESSON IN ROPING
Mitch had been nervous about his move to Montana. He had only
recently finished vet school and had moved to Montana to take
over the practice of a retiring veterinarian, old Doc Johnson.
Although Mitch was trained in large animal and livestock
medicine, the whole idea of having a practice of his own in a
whole new place was pretty overwhelming at first. But then
again, if Old Doc Johnson was willing to let Mitch take over the
practice, he must have thought Mitch could do it. He soon found
the people in his new community were very friendly and
supportive; before long people were calling him Doc, just like
they had with Old Doc Johnson.
What struck Mitch most about Montana was how different it was
from any other place he had lived before. Not only was the
country beautiful and open, but it also had an indescribable
western feeling to it. On his first day of work, Mitch, or Doc
as he was now called, really knew he was in the west when he met
his first client: Jake seemed to be a cowboy walking right out of
the nineteenth century. It was more than just the gear, hat,
boots, jeans, bandanna, after all, that's pretty much standard
fashion in those parts. There was more to it than that. It was
his lean muscular physique; his rugged good looks, a brawny well-
chiseled face with a sandy brown mustache emerging from a
perpetual three-day beard; his seemingly indomitable spirit; heck
even his name, Jake. If Jake isn't a cowboy's name, what is?
As it turned out, Jake was not only a cowboy, but a successful
one too. Although he was about the same age as Doc, early
thirties, he owned a prosperous medium sized ranch; he had been
running it singlehandedly since his father had died about ten
years earlier. Because of his ranch, he had a lot of business
for Doc, and they soon became good friends: Doc wasn't sure why
Jake liked him so much, but Jake was so charismatic that Doc
couldn't help but like him. It soon became almost ritual that
Doc would save his trips to Jake's ranch until the end of the day
so that they could share a beer or two and sometimes dinner after
Doc had completed his work. Over several months and many, many
beers Doc learned more and more about his new friend. He heard
stories of Jake's childhood, about his parents and their untimely
passing, and of his growing up fast when he took over the ranch
so that he could gain the respect of the hands that worked there
despite his young age. The more Doc got to know Jake, the more
he came to notice something about him; dispite his many friends
(including Doc), there always seemed to be an air of lonliness
about him.
After months of spending several nights a week together, Doc
almost thought of Jake as a brother. That is until one summer
night. They had shared their usual couple of beers and Doc was
about ready for another. Instead of another round of beers, Jake
brought out a bottle of high quality whiskey and two glasses.
"I've been saving this for a special occasion," he said. "Oh,
what's that?" Doc asked. "You'll see soon enough," Jake replied.
With that, he poured a rather hefty glass of very smooth, very
drinkable whiskey for each of them. Then he poured another. At
this point Doc was starting to feel very relaxed. "So what is it
that we're drinking to again?" Doc asked. "Come on," Jake
replied, "I'll show you." At that he started to lead Doc to the
barn. Thinking that Jake wanted him to have a look at some new
horse or bull that he had bought, Doc grabbed the satchel that he
kept his supplies in and followed Jake.
When they got to the barn, Jake closed and barred the door.
"What did you want to show me?" Doc asked. "This," Jake
answered. At that he grabbed Doc and placed his mustached mouth
over Doc's. Following his initial shock, Doc found himself
sharing the most passionate kiss of his life with his best
friend. Soon their tongues were intertwined and their hands were
roaming all over each others body. Doc could feel his cock
starting to strain against the confining fabric of his jeans.
Jake's erection was pretty apparent too, and it looked like he
was packing quite a piece. In no time, Jake had pulled off Doc's
shirt and pants. Likewise, Doc removed Jake's shirt, revealing
his slightly hairy muscular chest. Doc unbuttoned and unzipped
Jake's jeans. The swollen purple head of his cock was already
poking above the waistband of his underwear. Doc continued,
pulling down Jake's briefs to reveal the biggest cock he had ever
seen. Jake truly was a cattleman, not just because he owned a
ranch, but because he was hung like a prize bull! His nine
inches made Doc's ample seven incher look tiny. The two hot men
kissed again, grinding their cocks together. As they pulled
apart, Jake said in almost a whisper, "I want you to tie me up
and fuck me." Although Jake had started this, he clearly wanted
Doc to finish it. This request surprised Doc a little, but it
kind of made sense too. Jake *always* had to be in charge
because of the many responsibilities of running the ranch.
Perhaps he needed this chance to not be in control. Doc had had
a few same sex experiences in college, but bondage had never been
an element to those encounters. Now though, the thought of
dominating this cowboy stud had him more aroused than he ever had
been.
Using thongs of leather that Jake provided, Doc secured Jake's
wrists and ankles to the four corners of the opening of a vacant
horse stall. Doc admired Jake's strong body for a moment and
then said, "Cowboy, I think we're in for some fun tonight." At
that, Doc gave him an open mouth kiss, and Jake whispered, "Don't
be too gentle." Doc took Jake's bandanna and used it to gag him,
which seemed to excite Jake even more. Doc ran his hands over
Jake's lean body, giving his big cock a squeeze. He started
exploring Jake's body with his mouth, starting at his neck, and
working his way down. The sour-salty taste of his sweaty body
served to arouse Doc even more. He paused at Jake's nipples,
which by now were erect and begging to be sucked and bitten.
Doc's mouth worked down his washboard stomach, and he swished out
Jake's navel with his tongue. His mouth explored Jake's inner
thighs. Savoring the musky masculine smell of his crotch, Doc
took the cowboy's hairy pendulous balls into his mouth one at a
time, applying just enough pressure to truly arouse without
hurting. By now, a crystal-clear drop of precum was oozing from
Jake's cock. Doc licked it off, relishing its salty taste. He
licked the length of Jake's hefty shaft, finally taking the
throbbing purple head into his mouth. He took as much of the
rancher's shank into his mouth as he could manage, unfortunately
that was only about six inches, and began blowing him in earnest.
Doc brought Jake to the brink several times. Each time Jake
approached orgasm Doc gave his balls a firm squeeze, then used
his mouth on the rest of the cowboy's sinewy body till his urge
to cum subsided. This ritual was repeated three or four times;
the last time Doc removed his mouth from Jakes dick, Jake was
clearly starting to get frustrated. His body writhed as he tried
somehow to cum.
By now, Doc's own cock was like a steel rod and ready for action.
"Are you ready to come?" he asked. Jake nodded yes. "OK," Doc
said, crawling between Jake's spread legs and standing behind
him, "but first we're gonna' take a long slow ride on the back
dirt road, Cowboy." At that, Doc gave his muscular ass a hard
but playful slap. Taking a tube of surgical lubricant from his
satchel, Doc used a generous amount to grease up his throbbing
tool. Using one hand to spread Jake's taut ass cheeks, he guided
the tip of his cock to Jake's asshole with his other hand and
gently worked the tip of his cock in. Grabbing Jake's hips, Doc
shoved the remainder of his cock up Jake's incredibly tight ass.
Doc let out a sigh and remained motionless for a moment, enjoying
the snug fit of his cock in Jake's rectum. With his left hand,
He reached around and grabbed Jake's still very hard shaft. The
combination of lubricant still on Doc's hand and the generous
amount of precum that had oozed from Jake's prick allowed his
hand to smoothly slide up and down the length of Jake's shaft.
With his other hand, Doc steadied Jake's hips as he began to
slowly pump his meat in and out of the tight cowboy butt. Doc
also started to lick, kiss, and nibble on Jake's solid shoulders
and neck. As Doc got hotter and hotter, his thrusts became
harder and faster. Doc wasn't the only one getting hot; with a
hot cock thrusting in and out of his backside and a hand still
working his mammoth tool, Jake's throaty moans of pleasure were
audible despite the gag. "Damn, your ass feels good," Doc
whispered in his ear, "so hot and tight, I want to fuck you all
night long." If only he could have. Doc could already tell he
would be coming soon. Doc kept up his pace, groaning and
grunting as the inevitable approached. All too soon, Doc came,
filling Jake's bowels with what seemed like gallons of hot spunk.
At almost the same instant, Jake exploded, sending several shots
of his hot jism flying, his massive frame shaking as orgasm
racked his body.
It seemed like several minutes before Jake's tight asshole
relaxed enough to allow Doc's softening cock to slip out. During
that time, Doc hung onto Jake's sweaty body, his arms wrapped
around Jake's muscular chest, basking in the after-pleasure of
that great fuck. Doc knew this was just the beginning of a new
phase of their friendship.
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