Tied up on the Trail - A Cowboy Story

You are a cowboy. You used to work for a small outfit, but they were bought out and all of you're let go. You have your horse, a rifle, a pistol, and enough supplies to get you to the next town, so you make your way westward. You thought that you'd make it into town before it got dark, but the sun is setting and the shadows from the mountains and trees cover you.

You make camp for the night, building a small fire, tethering your horse, and eating some dried beef and fruit. Resting your head on your saddle, you look up at the starry night sky, and drift off to sleep.

When you wake, you find that your hands and feet are tied. You try to move your wrists, but they are tightly bound. The leather lariat is tight against your skin. You try to flex your wrists, but they are secure. Your ankles are tied tightly too. If you had slept with your boots on, you might be able to slide out, but you took them off and your ankles are secured with another lariat.

You realize that you were caught by another cowboy or rancher. The lariat is made from dried and stretched rawhide like yours.

“Oh, you’re awake” you hear a deep voice say. You look over to where the voice came from. You see a shape that is backlit as the sun rises behind him.  “How long did you think that you could escape justice?” the voice asks.

"What do you mean?" you answer. "I am just an out-of-work cowboy looking to get hired on somewhere. What do you think I’ve done?"

“I have a wanted poster that matches your description. Can you convince me that you aren’t the man on this poster?” he asks.

"What does it say about distinguishing marks?" you ask.

“It mentions that there is a scar on your backside.”

"Pull down my pants and check out my ass. I don’t have any scars or marks on my ass." You say in a defiant tone.

The bounty hunter walks closer, and you feel his strong hands undo your belt, and unbutton your fly. He flips you over onto your stomach, and pulls down your jeans. You feel the texture of the denim as it's pulled down over your smooth bare ass.

His calloused  hands caress your ass. “Mmmm you are right I don’t see any scars. Your behind is smooth and clean.” You feel his fingers probing up and down your ass crack.

"What are you doing?" you ask nervously.

“I am checking you for anything hidden.” His finger works in and out of your tight ass. As it does, your cock starts to harden.

“Mmmmm that is really tight. You aren’t hiding anything in there.” He flips you over. He sees your hardening pecker. “Well look at that. Maybe I need to check that too.” He pulls your pants down further and he starts stroking your shaft.

 The texture of his hands feel so different, and it gets you harder. He grips you firmly and strokes you faster. "What are you doing?" You ask. You've only had one of your bunk mates do this to you before. 

“Be quiet or I will fill your mouth. You know what, I’ll do that regardless.”  He lets go of your dick. He unbuttons his fly and pulls out his thick cock. It isn’t fully hard yet, but you can tell it is getting there. You try to move back but he grabs your tied wrists.  “Now you stay there, so I don’t hurt you.” He pulls back the foreskin and rubs the tip of his cock against your lips.  It feels strange, sort of smooth and spongy. “Open your mouth.” He says in a low voice. You enjoy sucking another man, but you prefer have your hands free. 

As you open your mouth, he thrusts into you. It feels big, like you are going to gag. It is like taking a thick sausage, except you feel the foreskin on our lips. He's thicker than your last partner.

You try to pull your hands free, but the rope keeps you tightly bound. You feel his hand on your head as he works his member in and out of your mouth. It’s getting harder. “Your mouth feels so good. I like how your lips feel.” he says as he moves your head up and down on his shaft. You taste tangy and salty flavors as he works your mouth on him. “I might finish in your mouth.” He says, breathing harder. You try to get free.

He pulls from your mouth, and then his face is right next to your ear. “No. I am going to fuck your tight, sweet ass and fill you up.”

He moves behind you, grabbing your hips, and you feel his hard slick cock rubbing back and forth, along the crack of your ass.

You try to move your ankles, but they are tied as tightly as your wrists. You are on your elbows with your ass in the air as you hear him spit. You feel him rub spit into your asshole. His finger works in and out again, stretching you wider. Then you feel his hands on your ass cheeks, spreading them, as you feel a pressure against your asshole.

The tip presses in. "Oh God, it feels so big." you say. 

“Damn you are so tight” he swears and you feel him go in a bit more. He goes in and out. Thrusting a little deeper each time. You are surprised that you are still hard.

As his cock goes deeper in and out, your own cock is starting to twitch. "I am going to cum" you think. 

As he goes deeper, he leans all the way all the way over you. His mouth is by your ear. “You like how this feels.” he whispers, as he reaches and grabs your hard dick. You moan in pleasure. He fucks your ass slowly and deeply. As he does so, he strokes your prick in tempo.

His hand is moving more easily on your shaft as your pre-cum lubricates it. “Yea, you’re going to finish as I finish in you.” 

"Not in me. You can on me, but not in me." you say breathing hard too. 

“Ok.” You feel him pull you of your ass. One hand is still on your cock as you hear him behind you.

He is breathing and grunting. You feel him splash on your bare ass cheeks, as your shaft throbs and spurts in his hand.

He moves from behind you, takes the neckerchief from around his neck and wipes off his cock and hands. He drops it next to you as he unties your hands and feet. You take it and wipe yourself clean too.

You go to hand it back to him. “You can keep it.” he says with a smile. “You need to be careful being by yourself. If you continue down this road for another day or so, you will hit a small town. I have some friends there. You might find some work cowboying. Show them my kerchief, and they should hire you. I need to see if I can find the man who really is on this poster.”

He then saddles his horse and rides off in the opposite direction from where he pointed. You clean up your camp, get on your horse and head the direction he pointed. The kerchief, you keep in your saddle bags.

(This is the first of my "Gay Cowboy" stories. It was written as a suggestion by a reader a couple of years ago. I hope you enjoyed it. Look for the follow up story.)