Cowboy Up!
(A Gay Erotic Romance)
*Adult Content*
By Nick Navarre
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Cowboy Up! (A Gay Erotic Romance) *Adult Content*
Nick Navarre
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COWBOY UP!
In the dim light, I gazed at the rugged face of the handsome working cowboy who stood before me. He had a wide and manly square jaw, high cheekbones, and eyes the color of the Wyoming sky. His skin was tanned, and his black hair was cut short. He was shirtless, and his chest was broad with a small patch of sparse hair between his perfect pecs. He wore only a pair of jeans, and these were well-broken-in and faded from many long hours in the saddle. He was barefoot, and even so, he was at least six inches taller than I was.
He stared back at me and then, giving me a wry half-smile, reached down with his massive calloused hands to unsnap and unzip his pants.
Instantly, I fell to my knees and faced his huge, beautiful throbbing cock. And eagerly, I took it into my mouth. . . .
But wait, I’m getting ahead of my story. My name is Clinton. I’m gay, and at that time I was an East-coast web designer living in Boston. I adored life in Beantown, and I’d never had much interest in the outdoors. Being out in nature with the dirt and the smells and the bugs had no appeal for me. I didn’t even like dining al fresco! And as for camping or staying in a quaint rural inn—well, I much preferred the exquisite interior of a suite at an elegant hotel to anything the countryside might have had to offer.
All this changed, however, about a year ago when I spent five days at a Wyoming dude ranch.
I’d been living in Boston for two years with my partner, Steve. Things had been rocky between us for many months—so rocky, in fact, that it seemed like the only good part of my life was the time I spent walking or playing with Venus, Steve’s sweet and adorable cocker spaniel.
Eventually we’d agreed to an open relationship. The “openness” turned out to be mostly on his side, and Steve more and more frequently brought home his new friend Eric and romped with him in our guest room. It hurt me emotionally so much to lie there in my bed and hear them through the wall, each moaning through a mouthful of the other’s cock.
I knew Steve’s sexual habits, so I could picture the two perfectly. Steve would have begun by kissing Eric on the chest and running his tongue down along his the abs. Then he’d lick Eric’s balls before moving on to his cock. Then they’d move into a sixty-nine position, with Steve moving his wet mouth up and down on Eric’s prick, grasping the shaft in one hand while he entangled the other in Eric’s hair and guided his bobbing head. Finally, he’d stop sucking Eric’s cock and detach Eric’s lips from his own. Then he’d move his body between Eric’s legs and, taking Eric’s thighs in his hands, he’d raise Eric’s hips off the bed and penetrate his asshole while staring lovingly into his eyes—something he’d done with me when we first met, but hadn’t done in over a year.