Jack Black drove his dark green Porche 91 convertible slowly up the bumpy road in the red rock country outside of Phoenix. He enjoyed looking at the rugged scenery but he also enjoyed looking (and fisting) his stiff boner--all 9 inches of it--sticking out of the open fly of his tight white very short shorts. Jack never wore underwear. While driving, he liked to take it out so its stiffness could play against the leather wrapped steering wheel. Jack loved the feel of anything leather against his cock. He was a firm believer that leather and stiff pricks went together. In addition to his crotch-high, ass cheek showing shorts, he wore a cropped red tank top cut high enough to show off his flat, washboard abs, and the string styling racing back revealed his massive shoulders and back muscles. It was cut so low in front and had such deep armholes that it clearly showed his well-shaped and powerful biceps, triceps, and pecs. His deeply sculpted pecs crowned with suckable tits were deeply tanned, as was ALL the rest of the super fuck-stud's jock body. Jack was one hot hunk of fuckmeat--he knew it, used it and enjoyed it.
As he entered the gates of the guest ranch where he would be staying for the next few nights, Jack reluctantly--and with difficulty--stuffed his 9 inch fuckstick back in his shorts, filling them and showing a full basket. Jack liked showing his manmeat because it led to such interesting encounters. As the Porche purred onto the gravel parking area, Jack saw a wrangler start toward him, smiling welcome and showing a lot of hot body. He liked the look of this wiry, rangy cowboy wearing an unbuttoned black leather vest instead of a shirt. Jack liked the thought of the feel of the leather rubbing against the nipples. Under the vest, he had on a wide black leather harness, like suspenders that came over his shoulders and were joined in the middle of his chest by a shiny steel ring--like a big cock ring, Jack thought. A single black strap continued down from the ring, disappearing under his tight, threadbare jeans. The left tit was pierced with a silver ring, and Jack thought, "I'd like to get my tongue around that and lick his tit." He checked the jeans.
They were skin tight, worn through in interesting places, and showing an intriguingly large basket through the worn-out fabric. "I'd like to get my tongue around that too," he thought. The wrangler looked over the car, looked at Jack and said, "Hi. I'm Buck--like in buck naked--the way I like to be." Jack replied, "I'm Jack, as in jack-off, a thing I like to do." Buck grinned and dropped his hand to his bulging crotch and said, "Sounds good to me. Need any help?" Jack grinned back, rubbed his own crotch, causing the big purple plum of his cockhead to stretch out below his hemline and said "Of course. I'd rather be jacked off or sucked off by some other cocksucker than fist fuck myself. And does that strap down your middle anchor on the rod where I think it does?" Buck said. "You've got a good eye. Fuck yes. It's anchored by a ring to the stiffest rod on the ranch." Jack replied, "You shouldn't take bets on the stiffest rod till you've felt mine. But I'd like to see what kind of fuckstick you've got in those ass hugging jeans."
As Jack stepped out of the low-slung car his cockhead was still visible below his shorts. Buck gave it a long look and replied, You're on, Studfucker. As soon as we get your fucking luggage into your fucking cabin I'm going to strip those fucking shorts off you and fuck your fucking ass like it's never been fucked before." He put his hand on Jack's cockhead briefly and then leaned into the car to get Jack's hanging bag and carry-on bag. When he leaned over, his ass was even tighter in those frayed jeans. Jack moved up behind him and put a hand on each ass cheek and felt around. He could see tan ass skin showing through some holes and thought, "This fucker doesn't wear any fucking underwear, either. We're going to get along great." Jack moved closer and ground his crotch against Buck's ass until he straighted up with the bags and turned to lead Jack to his cabin. As they approached Jack's modernly rustic cottage, Jack already had his right hand playing with Buck's fly and starting to unbutton them.
The buttons seemed to pop open, as if this happened frequently. By the time they got inside the door, Jack had removed a fat uncut cock, which under Jack's expert handling was straining erect to its full 8 inches. Jack had his hands on a great hard-on, ready to fuck or be sucked. As soon as Buck put the bags down and had both hands free, he unsnapped and unzipped Jack's shorts, letting them fall to the floor. When Jack's 9 inch cumrod popped free and erect, Buck exclaimed, "Hot shit--What a fuckstick. I want that hot rod buried up my fucking asshole as soon as possible. Jack kicked away his shorts, stepped out of his topsiders, and slid the tank top over his head--totally bare-assed naked and stiff pricked. He embraced Buck, letting their standing cocks bob together up against their naked bellies and with the smooth cool leather of the vest tingling against Jacks erect tits.
He dropped his face down against Buck's pecs, and tongued the ring in his suckable left nipple. While tonguing the tit, his hand played with Buck's stiff manmeat and undid the single button holding up his pants. They spread open, giving him better access to the crotch. He felt of the leather strap continuing down his belly and anchored to a steel cockring encircling his balls and the base of his hard cock. The jeans were too tight to fall down. Buck pulled away, and carefully pulled off his cowboy boots so he could peel off and step out of his tight pants. Then he put the boots back on. Jack thought, "Hey, I like this--a well built, well hung bareassed, uncut, stiff pricked cocksucker in cowboy boots, black leather vest, leather shoulder strap anchored to a cockring and a ring in his left tit. Fuckin' sexy! Jack dropped to his knees in front and sucked in the stiff cumrod, already flooding out clear and tasty precum juice.
The cockhead was completely out of its foreskin and responding to Jack's educated tongue action. Jack slowly sucked more it in until his fully buried. He was deepthroating 8 inches of horny cock, with Buck's balls bouncing against his chin. He could feel the leather strap against his nose and the steel cockring pressing against his lips. While his mouth and tongue were giving cocksucking pleasure to the front, he had a hand on each naked ass cheek, pulling Buck forward to fuck his face. His fingers explored Buck's asscrack, eventually finding the way to open and go into his asshole. He's sucking that hard cock and finger fucking the asshole, constantly massaging the prostate--the hot button. Buck was moaning with pleasure as his slick cock pistoned in and out of Jack's throat. He felt his nuts tighten and explode streams of cum--love juice--man cream up through his cumrod, out the piss slit, and into Jack's greedy cocksucking mouth, cum drinking mouth.
When Jack released the softening cock, he sat back on the floor, his own prick standing up stiff and hard, and grinned up at Buck with some of Buck's flood of cum on his chin where it had dribbled out of his mouth. Buck said, Jack, you're some studfucking cocksucker. I've never had it better than that."
Buck knelt down in front of him, kissing him, thrusting his tongue inside Jack's mouth and licking the traces of his own cum off Jack's chin. He quickly became aware of Jack's fuckstick poking him in the stomach. He immediately dropped down on it and began sucking it. Jack stretched out on the floor, legs spread, cock sticking straight up into Buck's mouth. Buck was pretty good at deep-throating also. Jack said, "OK, hot stud, suck it good. Slick my fuckrod with your spit because I'm about to shove it up your hot horny asshole. I'm gonna fuck you ass." Buck replied, "Studfucker, my ass is yours. Plug me with that fuckstick and fuck the shit out of me. Fill my ass chute with your hot mancum. Fuck me!"
They moved from the floor to the bed where Buck lay on his back with his legs spread up and over Jack's shoulders. Jack knelt between his legs, first fingering his balls and asscrack, them moving his face into the crack, licking the crack, finding the asshole and pushing his tongue into its puckered rosebud. He leaned back and said, "I was checking your asshole for its wink. When a stud's asshole has been fucked previously, if you touch it will wink at you." Buck laughed and said, "I've been assfucked by so many big cocks that if that's fucking true, my asshole is blinking like a fucking strobe light." Jack reburied his face into the asscrack and continued licking it, softening the asshole to take in his massive fuckrod. He stood up and positioned his hard fucktool at Buck's asshole entrance.
He pressed his big cock against the entrance, met resistance, and them popped it through, causing Buck to gasp. He paused for an instant to let Buck get used to the feel of the big 9 inch manmeat inside them, then drove it all the way in with a hard thrust. Again he waited an instant and then began thrusting in and pulling almost out, riding him and fucking his mancunt. The asshole was gripping his prick, trying to milk the fuckjuice out of it. Buck was groaning in ecstasy and frigging his stiff meat. Jack's ass, moving forward and back was driving his cock up Buck's asschute like a piston--until they came. A stream of cum exploded upward from Buck's cock, hitting Jack in the chest and running down his tits. At about the same time Jack let go with his on fucklava eruption, flooding Buck's guts. Withdrawing from his ass, he fell on him in a cum smearing embrace. They lay there caressing each other until Buck said, "Hey Fuckstud, as much as I like feeling your fucking meat against mine, I've got to get cleaned up cause the fucking dinner gong is going to sound soon.
Together they moved into the shower, soaping each other, getting cocks hard again. Buck was rubbing both their cocks in his big soapy hand, jacking them off together when Jack became aware of a figure and movement just outside the glass shower door. He swung it open and said, "What the fuck?" There was a veritable bear of a man--tall, heavy and hairy--wearing a harness of black leather suspenders now released from the pants which had been pushed down to his knees, cowboy boots and cowboy hat, standing there frigging an enormous cock sticking out from a forest of black cockhair. He, too, was wearing a cockring, but it was a black leather one studded with bright steel nailheads. Without missing a stroke on the two cocks he was frigging, Buck said, "It's OK. That's Bear.
He's the other wrangler and my bunkmate. I was sucking him off when you drove up. Since I didn't get back quickly, he knew I'd found hot ass and he came to get in on it. You don't mind a three way, do you?" Jack replied, "Fuck no. Nothing's better than a cock up my ass while I'm cocksucking another one." Jack stepped out of the shower, still slick with water and soap, got on his knees, spread his ass cheeks invitingly, and said, "See that hole? Fuck me doggie style while I suck Buck." Bear stopped frigging his monster cock and knelt behind Jack's puckered asshole. His tongue traced down the ass crack and found the sphincter muscle and began rimming it. "Yeah," Jack said, "Eat my ass. Tease me with your tongue up my asshole. Get it hot and wet and then slam that big man-fucker all the fucking way in." While Bear was rimming Jack's asshole, getting ready to fuck ass, Buck slipped in under Jack in a 69 position so his mouth was positioned to take in Jack's cock and his own cock was available for Jack's sucking. Then Bear rammed his cock up Jack's ass chute and started pounding away. Every time he rammed his cock all the way in, Jack felt like he was being ass fucked by a furry animal. He was well named--it was like being fucked by a black bear.
Jack was loving the feeling--being fucked by a big pricked hairy bear in black leather, sucking on another big prick with a steel cockring, and being cocksucked--All at the same time. "Fanfuckingtastic," he thought. Bear shot first--wave after wave of hot cum filled Jack's gut causing him to exploded into Buck's cocksucking mouth, which caused Buck to explode into Jack's mouth. They lay in a hairy, horny tangle of softening cocks and cum. They lay, groping each other and enjoying the post-fuck feeling--an afterglow of great mansex--until a loud gong rang. Buck said, "That's the fucking dinner gong. It's time to go eat. As they were dressing, Jack said, Fuckbuddies, that was one fucking, sucking good time. Let's do it again. Soon.
As he entered the gates of the guest ranch where he would be staying for the next few nights, Jack reluctantly--and with difficulty--stuffed his 9 inch fuckstick back in his shorts, filling them and showing a full basket. Jack liked showing his manmeat because it led to such interesting encounters. As the Porche purred onto the gravel parking area, Jack saw a wrangler start toward him, smiling welcome and showing a lot of hot body. He liked the look of this wiry, rangy cowboy wearing an unbuttoned black leather vest instead of a shirt. Jack liked the thought of the feel of the leather rubbing against the nipples. Under the vest, he had on a wide black leather harness, like suspenders that came over his shoulders and were joined in the middle of his chest by a shiny steel ring--like a big cock ring, Jack thought. A single black strap continued down from the ring, disappearing under his tight, threadbare jeans. The left tit was pierced with a silver ring, and Jack thought, "I'd like to get my tongue around that and lick his tit." He checked the jeans.
They were skin tight, worn through in interesting places, and showing an intriguingly large basket through the worn-out fabric. "I'd like to get my tongue around that too," he thought. The wrangler looked over the car, looked at Jack and said, "Hi. I'm Buck--like in buck naked--the way I like to be." Jack replied, "I'm Jack, as in jack-off, a thing I like to do." Buck grinned and dropped his hand to his bulging crotch and said, "Sounds good to me. Need any help?" Jack grinned back, rubbed his own crotch, causing the big purple plum of his cockhead to stretch out below his hemline and said "Of course. I'd rather be jacked off or sucked off by some other cocksucker than fist fuck myself. And does that strap down your middle anchor on the rod where I think it does?" Buck said. "You've got a good eye. Fuck yes. It's anchored by a ring to the stiffest rod on the ranch." Jack replied, "You shouldn't take bets on the stiffest rod till you've felt mine. But I'd like to see what kind of fuckstick you've got in those ass hugging jeans."
As Jack stepped out of the low-slung car his cockhead was still visible below his shorts. Buck gave it a long look and replied, You're on, Studfucker. As soon as we get your fucking luggage into your fucking cabin I'm going to strip those fucking shorts off you and fuck your fucking ass like it's never been fucked before." He put his hand on Jack's cockhead briefly and then leaned into the car to get Jack's hanging bag and carry-on bag. When he leaned over, his ass was even tighter in those frayed jeans. Jack moved up behind him and put a hand on each ass cheek and felt around. He could see tan ass skin showing through some holes and thought, "This fucker doesn't wear any fucking underwear, either. We're going to get along great." Jack moved closer and ground his crotch against Buck's ass until he straighted up with the bags and turned to lead Jack to his cabin. As they approached Jack's modernly rustic cottage, Jack already had his right hand playing with Buck's fly and starting to unbutton them.
The buttons seemed to pop open, as if this happened frequently. By the time they got inside the door, Jack had removed a fat uncut cock, which under Jack's expert handling was straining erect to its full 8 inches. Jack had his hands on a great hard-on, ready to fuck or be sucked. As soon as Buck put the bags down and had both hands free, he unsnapped and unzipped Jack's shorts, letting them fall to the floor. When Jack's 9 inch cumrod popped free and erect, Buck exclaimed, "Hot shit--What a fuckstick. I want that hot rod buried up my fucking asshole as soon as possible. Jack kicked away his shorts, stepped out of his topsiders, and slid the tank top over his head--totally bare-assed naked and stiff pricked. He embraced Buck, letting their standing cocks bob together up against their naked bellies and with the smooth cool leather of the vest tingling against Jacks erect tits.
He dropped his face down against Buck's pecs, and tongued the ring in his suckable left nipple. While tonguing the tit, his hand played with Buck's stiff manmeat and undid the single button holding up his pants. They spread open, giving him better access to the crotch. He felt of the leather strap continuing down his belly and anchored to a steel cockring encircling his balls and the base of his hard cock. The jeans were too tight to fall down. Buck pulled away, and carefully pulled off his cowboy boots so he could peel off and step out of his tight pants. Then he put the boots back on. Jack thought, "Hey, I like this--a well built, well hung bareassed, uncut, stiff pricked cocksucker in cowboy boots, black leather vest, leather shoulder strap anchored to a cockring and a ring in his left tit. Fuckin' sexy! Jack dropped to his knees in front and sucked in the stiff cumrod, already flooding out clear and tasty precum juice.
The cockhead was completely out of its foreskin and responding to Jack's educated tongue action. Jack slowly sucked more it in until his fully buried. He was deepthroating 8 inches of horny cock, with Buck's balls bouncing against his chin. He could feel the leather strap against his nose and the steel cockring pressing against his lips. While his mouth and tongue were giving cocksucking pleasure to the front, he had a hand on each naked ass cheek, pulling Buck forward to fuck his face. His fingers explored Buck's asscrack, eventually finding the way to open and go into his asshole. He's sucking that hard cock and finger fucking the asshole, constantly massaging the prostate--the hot button. Buck was moaning with pleasure as his slick cock pistoned in and out of Jack's throat. He felt his nuts tighten and explode streams of cum--love juice--man cream up through his cumrod, out the piss slit, and into Jack's greedy cocksucking mouth, cum drinking mouth.
When Jack released the softening cock, he sat back on the floor, his own prick standing up stiff and hard, and grinned up at Buck with some of Buck's flood of cum on his chin where it had dribbled out of his mouth. Buck said, Jack, you're some studfucking cocksucker. I've never had it better than that."
Buck knelt down in front of him, kissing him, thrusting his tongue inside Jack's mouth and licking the traces of his own cum off Jack's chin. He quickly became aware of Jack's fuckstick poking him in the stomach. He immediately dropped down on it and began sucking it. Jack stretched out on the floor, legs spread, cock sticking straight up into Buck's mouth. Buck was pretty good at deep-throating also. Jack said, "OK, hot stud, suck it good. Slick my fuckrod with your spit because I'm about to shove it up your hot horny asshole. I'm gonna fuck you ass." Buck replied, "Studfucker, my ass is yours. Plug me with that fuckstick and fuck the shit out of me. Fill my ass chute with your hot mancum. Fuck me!"
They moved from the floor to the bed where Buck lay on his back with his legs spread up and over Jack's shoulders. Jack knelt between his legs, first fingering his balls and asscrack, them moving his face into the crack, licking the crack, finding the asshole and pushing his tongue into its puckered rosebud. He leaned back and said, "I was checking your asshole for its wink. When a stud's asshole has been fucked previously, if you touch it will wink at you." Buck laughed and said, "I've been assfucked by so many big cocks that if that's fucking true, my asshole is blinking like a fucking strobe light." Jack reburied his face into the asscrack and continued licking it, softening the asshole to take in his massive fuckrod. He stood up and positioned his hard fucktool at Buck's asshole entrance.
He pressed his big cock against the entrance, met resistance, and them popped it through, causing Buck to gasp. He paused for an instant to let Buck get used to the feel of the big 9 inch manmeat inside them, then drove it all the way in with a hard thrust. Again he waited an instant and then began thrusting in and pulling almost out, riding him and fucking his mancunt. The asshole was gripping his prick, trying to milk the fuckjuice out of it. Buck was groaning in ecstasy and frigging his stiff meat. Jack's ass, moving forward and back was driving his cock up Buck's asschute like a piston--until they came. A stream of cum exploded upward from Buck's cock, hitting Jack in the chest and running down his tits. At about the same time Jack let go with his on fucklava eruption, flooding Buck's guts. Withdrawing from his ass, he fell on him in a cum smearing embrace. They lay there caressing each other until Buck said, "Hey Fuckstud, as much as I like feeling your fucking meat against mine, I've got to get cleaned up cause the fucking dinner gong is going to sound soon.
Together they moved into the shower, soaping each other, getting cocks hard again. Buck was rubbing both their cocks in his big soapy hand, jacking them off together when Jack became aware of a figure and movement just outside the glass shower door. He swung it open and said, "What the fuck?" There was a veritable bear of a man--tall, heavy and hairy--wearing a harness of black leather suspenders now released from the pants which had been pushed down to his knees, cowboy boots and cowboy hat, standing there frigging an enormous cock sticking out from a forest of black cockhair. He, too, was wearing a cockring, but it was a black leather one studded with bright steel nailheads. Without missing a stroke on the two cocks he was frigging, Buck said, "It's OK. That's Bear.
He's the other wrangler and my bunkmate. I was sucking him off when you drove up. Since I didn't get back quickly, he knew I'd found hot ass and he came to get in on it. You don't mind a three way, do you?" Jack replied, "Fuck no. Nothing's better than a cock up my ass while I'm cocksucking another one." Jack stepped out of the shower, still slick with water and soap, got on his knees, spread his ass cheeks invitingly, and said, "See that hole? Fuck me doggie style while I suck Buck." Bear stopped frigging his monster cock and knelt behind Jack's puckered asshole. His tongue traced down the ass crack and found the sphincter muscle and began rimming it. "Yeah," Jack said, "Eat my ass. Tease me with your tongue up my asshole. Get it hot and wet and then slam that big man-fucker all the fucking way in." While Bear was rimming Jack's asshole, getting ready to fuck ass, Buck slipped in under Jack in a 69 position so his mouth was positioned to take in Jack's cock and his own cock was available for Jack's sucking. Then Bear rammed his cock up Jack's ass chute and started pounding away. Every time he rammed his cock all the way in, Jack felt like he was being ass fucked by a furry animal. He was well named--it was like being fucked by a black bear.
Jack was loving the feeling--being fucked by a big pricked hairy bear in black leather, sucking on another big prick with a steel cockring, and being cocksucked--All at the same time. "Fanfuckingtastic," he thought. Bear shot first--wave after wave of hot cum filled Jack's gut causing him to exploded into Buck's cocksucking mouth, which caused Buck to explode into Jack's mouth. They lay in a hairy, horny tangle of softening cocks and cum. They lay, groping each other and enjoying the post-fuck feeling--an afterglow of great mansex--until a loud gong rang. Buck said, "That's the fucking dinner gong. It's time to go eat. As they were dressing, Jack said, Fuckbuddies, that was one fucking, sucking good time. Let's do it again. Soon.
