Cyber Connection - Chapter 2: Talking to Jen

 When you wake up the next morning, you check your messages to see if NiceGuy63111 sent anything. No. But he normally doesn’t message in the morning. He works a 7–4 job somewhere, so he’s normally out of the house by the time you wake up.

You look at your watch, and get ready for work. You remember that you’ve got the morning shift.

On your way to work, you text your friend Jen. “Jen, If you’ve got time today, can we meet during your lunch break or coffee break?” You are lucky that she works as an office assistant only a couple of blocks away from the restaurant.

As you pull into the parking lot, your phone dings. “Sure. Shall we grab something at the coffee shop around 10:30?” you read.

“Ok. I should be able to take a break then. TTYL”

The manager is already here, checking to make sure the night team didn’t leave any messes behind when they closed up. You smell the grill and the fryer as they both heat up. You get your cash drawer, quickly you count and confirm what you have, then slide it into the register.

All morning you have felt pretty good after last night. Your smile at each customer has been met by a similar one. It’s almost like your good mood is infectious.

Even the lady who comes back, complaining that her hotcakes weren’t right, does it politely “Miss, I hate to bother you, but my order isn’t right.” She says, handing you her receipt. You glance at it and her tray.

She is correct, so, you hand the receipt back to her. “Ma’am if you wait a moment, I’ll get the right order for you.” You say as you tell the line and they quickly hand the right order, which you in turn hand to her. She smiles and says in a sincere tone. “Thank you. That’s why I like coming here. You’re always so helpful.”

You realize as she sits down that this was the same woman, the other day, complained about her coffee and said that she was never coming back.

As the breakfast crowd thins out, you wipe down the counters and tables.

When it gets closer to 10:30 you tell the manager that you want to take your lunch break early, before the next big rush shows up. He agrees and takes over the register. You grab your windbreaker and cellphone. “Jen, I’m on my way.”

“Okay. I’ll see you there.” She responds.

The weather is nice, and you really don’t need the windbreaker, but you also don’t want your uniform shirt visible while you sit in a competitor’s coffee shop.

You enter the shop, get a drink and a sweet roll, then you sit and wait for Jen. The spices in your drink go well with the frosted sweet roll.

Jen comes in and waves to you. “Let me place my order first, then we’ll talk.” she says. She gets a tall sweet foamy drink and a huge cinnamon roll, then sits across from you.

“So, what’s up?” she asks as she takes a sip.

You look at her, “Do you and Roger enjoy sexting?” you ask.

She leans forward, “Sure. From time to time. Especially when he travels for work. Why?”

You tap your phone and pull up Bobby’s messages from last night. “Has he ever done anything like this?” You ask as you slide the phone to her.

She takes a bite of her roll and reads the screen. She slows down her chewing as she reads the messages more intently. She swallows, then takes a sip of her drink. “You did this last night?” she asks.

You nod. “Has Roger ever done..”

“I wish.” She says leaning back in her chair for a moment. “Maybe next time he travels, I need to really step up my sexting game.” she says. You look around realizing that she said that louder than you expected. She hands your phone back. “Wow! He just described massaging you. No sex, no dick picks, no requests of nudes from you?” she says with a tone of disbelief.

You shake your head and grin. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. Should I try take it further? He said he used to be really good at this.”

Jen leans forward again. “What do you mean? Is he some sort of ‘male cyber slut’?”

You shake your head. “No. He told me his marriage broke up from him sexting and online porn.”

Jen takes another bite of her roll. She chews on it while thinking. After she swallows, she asks “Where would you like this to go?”

You take a sip as you think about it. “I don’t know. When we signed off last night, I had to finish myself with my toy.” you say in a low tone.

“So” Jen says in an equally low tone, “you want to know if I think you should ‘go all the way’ with him?” You nod as you finish your drink.

Jen finishes her roll. “Realistically. I would continue to go slow. See if he wants to do ‘online oral’ or something. Save doing more for later.”

“Ok, Thanks.” You tell her and check your watch. “I should get back to work.” She nods and looks at her phone. “Yeah, I need to bring back drinks for the rest of the office.” As you both stand up, you hug each other. “So, can you join me and Roger on Saturday?” she asks.

“They post the schedule, later in the week. I’ll know then and text you.” You respond. “Thanks again, talk to you later.” You smile as you leave, and she places a large order to go.

You feel good, and the rest of your shift goes well. No major complaints and nothing out of the ordinary. When you get home, you tingle with anticipation.

“Are you home yet?” you text NiceGuy63111, as drive home. He hadn’t responded by the time you enter your apartment. You change out of your uniform, and into sweats and a T-shirt without a bra this time, then log into your computer. You open the chat app, as you also check emails. He hadn’t responded yet, but you try to keep hopeful thoughts as you make dinner. Heating up one of those easy microwave noodle meals. Not the healthiest of options but neither is the food where you work. You add steamed vegetables to balance it out. You mix it all into a bowl and then sit in front of your computer.

“Hi. I just finished eating dinner. How was your day?” You see the message appear on your screen.

“It went well. I’m eating dinner now too. I made noodles and steamed veggies. What did you have?” you type and take a fork full of food.

“I picked up a burger and fries on the way home. I had a busy day at work, so I didn’t feel like cooking.” He responds.

“What made it so busy?” you ask. He answers, talking about deadlines, customer complaints, and being shorthanded since one of his guys quit. As he vents his frustrations, you type a supportive “That sucks” or “Wow” so he doesn’t feel like he’s ranting alone.

You finish eating and place your empty bowl on the desk. “I wish I was there to help you feel better.” You type.

“I wish you were here too.” He responds. “We could sit on my couch and watch a movie.”

“I would like that.” you respond. “Can we try that as a fantasy? Like you did with the massage last night?”

“Really? Why?”

“Because I want to see if I can help you relax like you did me.” you type.

He takes a moment to respond but then you read “Ok… You come over to my place…..We are sitting on my couch.”

“I’m sitting next to you, leaning my head against your shoulder.” You continue.

“I put my arm around you and snuggle. I have a large bowl of popcorn on my lap. Oh, what type of movie are we watching?” He types.

“Does it matter?” you respond

“The movie helps set the mood.” He continues “Are we watching a Rom-Com, an action movie, a thriller, or a family movie? You don’t need to pick a title, just tell me what you imagine watching with me.”

You think about it then type “I’d like a rom-com, like ‘Pretty Woman’.”

“Ok, so the lights are low in my apartment aside from the TV screen. I have a large metal bowl of popcorn in my lap, which we share.”

You smile at his description, imagining how good it would feel. “I continue leaning my head against your shoulder. I feed you a couple pieces of popcorn, then eat a few myself.”

“Mmmm. I like that. Yes, I gently take the popcorn from your fingers, so you only feel my lips.”

“He is so good at this.” you think. Then you type. “I rest my hand on your crotch and feel the warmth of the popcorn bowl on your jeans.”

He types back, “I move your hand, so you can grab more popcorn.”

“I put it back and rub you through your jeans.”

“Stop. That’s not what I want.” He types.

“Bobby, What if it’s what I want?” you ask. “I want to make you feel better. Don’t you want me unzipping your jeans and stroking or sucking you, to make you happy?”

There is a long pause before he responds.

“I told you yesterday that Sexting was part of what ruined my marriage. I like you. I don’t want rush or push things.”

You type, “But last night felt so good. I want to do the same for you.”

“But it’s not what I want. Not right now.” He types, “I like the fantasy of you next to me. A female friend just sitting and enjoying a movie with some popcorn. It’s not a date or anything. Just two friends enjoying each other’s company.”

“But what if I want more!” you reply. “What if my fantasy is to come over to your place, snuggle next to you, and then have sex? Can’t I get that too?”

There is a long pause before he responds again. “Why don’t we stop here for the night? If you want to sext, in the style that I do, it takes time and a little creativity.”

Before you can type a response, he continues, “I’m not saying that I don’t think you can do it, but I am saying that it’s more than ‘get naked’, ‘get hard’, ‘lick it’, ‘suck it’, and ‘fuck until we cum’. Reread what I wrote last night. Read how I described what my fingers did and what you felt.”

“I can do that” you quickly type. “I can focus on describing what you feel, how hard I make you, and how good you taste.” As you read your own words, you think “Where is this coming from? Is it because he turned me away or because it feels like a challenge?”

“Let’s call it a night. If tomorrow you want a sexting fantasy, I’ll be better prepared for it.” you read.

“What do you mean prepared for it? Like having to take Viagra or something?” you ask genuinely curious.

A laughing emoji pops up, with “No nothing like that. It’s more that I need to think of you as a woman who wants to have sex with me. Not a friend coming over.” There is another pause, “As I told you, I’ve made changes to my life. I try not to look at every woman as a sex object, I try to listen and pay attention to them as people, and I try to keep friends as friends. IRL I don’t have any ‘friends with benefits’, so I don’t do that online either.”

“Ok, Bobby. Let’s log off. Talk to you tomorrow.” you say.

“Goodnight.” he types and posts a sleeping emoji.

You aren’t sure if it’s shock, anger, or frustration about what happened, but you feel too keyed up to go to bed. You text Jen. “Hey, You won’t believe what happened tonight…”

(This was Part 2 of my multipart story. If you enjoyed it, Like and leave a comment. If you enjoy my writings, subscribe and follow me. Part 3 will post next week. See you then.)

Cleaning the Office at Night

 

You work for a small cleaning company that is responsible for an office building.

It’s the end of the day and you are alone, going from empty office to empty office, ensuring they are clean.

As you push your cart around, emptying waste baskets, and wiping down desks, you notice an office with the lights on and the door partially opened.

Looking in, you see a young guy, leaning back in his chair and watching porn. On the computer screen, you see an older woman with her skirt hiked up, sitting on a desk and a younger man licking her pussy. She is moaning.

It looks so exciting and you wish it was you.

The man in the chair pulls his dick out of his pants and starts stroking it. It is a nice-looking cock. But you know he shouldn’t be here, so you fully open the door.

“What are you doing?” you ask in a loud voice. He is startled and embarrassed.

“Ummm… I…aah, was just finishing up the monthly reports.” He says as he minimizes what was on his screen, but you still hear the moaning and grunting coming from the speakers.

“Sir, no one is supposed to be in the building. Do I need to call security and tell them what I found?” you ask in a professional and stern tone.

You hear “Yesss! Yess! Fuck Me harder!” from the speaker. He clicks the speaker icon and mutes it.

“Please don’t tell anyone. I really was working on the reports, and then I got bored. If they find out what I was doing…”

“It could cost you your job.” You respond.

Looking down you see that his prick is still hard. He’s cute and you’re now horny too.

“I won’t say anything, but under two conditions. One, show me what you were watching,” as you close the office door, “And Two, I want you to lick my pussy.”

He swallows nervously. “Are you sure?”

You smile broadly and nod, walking around the desk.

Restoring the video to full screen you see the video of a man fucking a woman on a desk. The title at the bottom reads “Female boss fucking male secretary”.

You watch for a moment as she lays him on the desk and rides him hard.

It looks so good and you feel excitement growing in you.

You slide the papers to the side of the desk, pull down your slacks and panties, then sit on the top of the desk. It is smooth and cool on your ass.

“You did the first part, and now I need you to do the second.” You say spreading your legs wide. He gets on his knees, his cock still out, and you feel his hands on your thighs as he brings his mouth closer to you. The tip of his tongue slowly licks up and down your pussy lips. You grab his head and pull his mouth on to you.

“You enjoy watching an older woman and a younger guy? Show me how much you want it.” You say in a commanding tone.

“Yes, Ma’am” he says as he licks you faster. You feel his fingers grip you harder as his tongue goes deeper.

His face is so smooth as it rubs between your thighs. You feel his tongue going up and down between your wet pussy lips, then his fingertips on the hood of your clit as he pushes back and then licks it.

The slick warm feeling of his tongue on your clit is so good.

You grab a handful of his short thick hair, and pull his mouth closer still.

“Suck my clit.” You command him.

His mouth is warm and wet as it covers your clit, and you feel a gentle suction at first. It gets stronger as he sucks you harder.

“Yes, put your finger in my cunt as you suck my clit, little boy.” You tell him. You feel his finger slowly going in, moving inside of you, and then out. He does it again as he licks your clit.

You spread your legs wider to give him more room as he works two fingers in more confidently and sucks your clit again. On the lower part of your legs, you feel the waistband of your panties stretching, so you bring your legs back in a little closer.

It feels so good, you tighten your thighs around him in pleasure and hump his mouth. You are breathing harder, as you feel the wave of pleasure move though you and orgasm around his fingers and mouth, holding his head tightly against you.

You slowly release him, and see his still hard cock as he stands up.

You get up. “Lie on your back, on the floor.” You tell him. His cock looks so fresh and ready, you want to ride him, like the woman in the video. With him flat on his back, you fully remove your slacks and panties, before you straddle him and slowly lower yourself on to him, you rub yourself with his tip and shaft.

Moving back and forth, spreading your wetness along his hard dick. You slowly feed him into your wet and open pussy. He feels so much thicker than his fingers, as you work yourself up and down until you take him all the way in.

Then you lean forward and pinning his hands down.

“I am going to ride you until I cum again. If you cum too soon, then you will have to lick me clean. Do you understand?” You say, looking directly into his eyes.

You are enjoying the power of control you feel over him.

Slowly rocking back and forth, he feels so good inside of you. As you go forward you grind your clit against him and you enjoy the pressure.

Your top and bra are still on. You let go of his wrists, sit up and open your top. Then you grab his hands again and rub your nipples against his shirt as you continue rhythmically riding him.

You do this harder and faster. You’re breathing harder too.

You are enjoying this so much, and are going to cum again.

Your pussy pulses around his cock and you feel him throbbing inside of you.

As you stand up, cum drips from you.

Shaking your head, you move up and straddle his face.

“I warned you that you would have to lick me clean if you came in me.” You scold him.

With enthusiasm, he licks your pussy clean. “I am all done, Ma’am. You are all clean.” He says in a low but proud voice.

Getting up, you reach down and feel that you are damp but not sticky. “You did a good job.”

After you get dressed, you wipe down the desk and make sure the wastebasket is empty.

“I won’t report you. But if you need to work late again, please inform the cleaning staff.” You say as you hand him one of the cards you have on your cart.

“I will Ma’am. And thank you for the great job you do. I will make sure I clean off my desk when I am done with my reports.” He responds as he gathers his papers, turns off the porn, pulls up a document on the screen, and sits back down in his chair.

You make sure your outfit is straight and finish up the building for the night, wondering if you will have that man pleasure you again in the future.

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Road Trip - Part 1 - The Rest Stop

We are driving on a long highway. The road is empty and boring. The weather is warm and you are wearing a light summer dress.

While I’m focused on the road, you slowly slide your cotton panties, around your ass, and down your bare legs. You are feeling so naughty, you raise the back of your dress up, so your bare ass is on the warm car seat.

You slowly take your panties and hold them under my nose. I jerk back for a second and ask “What are you doing? I’m driving.” You lean close to me. ‘‘I removed my panties, so when you find a place to stop, you can fuck my wet pussy.” Your hand goes to my crotch and you slowly stroke my hardening dick through my pants.

We pass a sign. “Next Rest Stop 10 miles”

“Will you last 10 miles?” You ask as one hand slowly strokes me, and your other hand slowly rubs your pussy. “Mmmm my pussy is so wet.” And you take your fingers and rub them across my lips. I lick my lips. “Mmmm yes you are.”

As we get closer you grab my cock through my pants. You feel how hard I am. “I’m so tempted to suck you off while you’re driving.” You say in a devilish voice. “Please my love, don’t. We are getting closer. When we get there, my cock is all yours.” You squeeze it once more. “Don’t forget that I want you to make me cum too, lover.” And you lick my earlobe.

I focus on the road.

You see the rest stop. It’s a small group of buildings. Restrooms for men & women, snack & soda machines, a large map on a sign saying “You are Here”, and some picnic tables near trees. The place is mostly empty. A large truck is parked, and a minivan with a family on vacation, are stopped and using the facilities.

“Damn I thought it would be empty.” You hear me say. You grab my hand, a blanket from the backseat, and say “Come this way.”

The family with the kids are at the vending machines, and don’t seem to notice us, as you lead me to a table with lots of shade. You place the blanket on the top like a table cloth. Then sit on it, your legs spread, showing me your bare pussy. “Lick my pussy.” You command.

I position myself on the bench so my head is between your thighs.

My tongue slowly licks up and down your wet pussy lips. Up, around your sensitive clit, then down. You feel the tip of my tongue teasingly lick between your lips. As I’m licking, my hand is stroking my cock through my pants. I lick around and suck your clit. You grab my head as you feel my suction on your clit.

I undo my pants and they fall to my ankles, as I get my cock nice and hard.

“Want me to fuck you? Or finger and suck you first?” I ask.

You pull your breasts free from your dress. Your nipples are hard.

“Fuck me now” you say in a breathy voice.

I stand up and guide my hard cock into you. You wrap your legs around me.

You feel the tip go in and out. Then I go deeper. You feel my shaft going in and out. Your pussy is so wet, my cock moves smoothly.

You pull my chest against yours as you enjoy the feeling of me inside of you. My shirt rubs against your hard nipples.

I keep fucking you and you hold me tight.

“Do want me to cum in your pussy? Or somewhere else?” I ask

“Fill my pussy” you say. My cock is so slick with pre-cum.

I thrust and hold it as my cum fills your wet pussy. We kiss each other hard as my cock throbs inside of your pussy.

“Cum for me, my love.” I say. “Make me cum for you.” You respond.

With my cock still inside you, I rub your clit in small fast circles.

“I’m going to make you cum.” I say as I rub your clit and pull your nipple.

I do this faster and harder. You feel my cock getting hard again inside of you. You are breathing harder and moaning a bit.

“That’s it. Cum for me.” I feel you squeeze my body. Your wet pussy pulsing around my cock.

You moan loudly and it echoes a bit.

I kiss you again. “Dear, we need to get going. Let’s use the restrooms to clean up. And get back on the road.” You feel my softening cock slip from you. I pull up my pants, then help you to your feet. I grab the blanket as you walk into the ladies room.

After a few minutes, we are back on the road.

(This was Part 1 of 3 of the Road Trip. I hope you enjoyed it. It is one of the first stories I wrote, years ago, but I think it still holds up. If you enjoyed it Like and Comment. If you enjoy my writings, Follow and Subscribe. See you next time.)

Cyber Connection - Chapter 1: When Chatting Becomes Something Else

 

You just want to get home and get online. Your job isn’t bad, it just gets frustrating some days. You work at a chain fast food restaurant. When you started, you were on the grill and fryer, but over time you moved up, so now you work the front counter. Today was stressful. The customers were rude and impatient, but not so much that the Manager had to deal with them. Just irritating enough to stress you out.

Walking into your little apartment, you wish you had a pet. A cat or dog. But if you did, then you’d have to care for them and you never seem to have time.

You get out of your uniform and pull on a T-shirt and sweats. As you do, you feel the tension in your neck and shoulders. Grabbing a drink from the fridge, you stretch for a moment then sit down and log into your computer.

After you go through emails, you feel bored and a little tired. Maybe you’ll go to bed early, but first you open up a couple of your chat apps. 

There are a few messages, most of which are from old classmates, including your “BFF”, Jen, talking about plans for the upcoming weekend. Maybe if you aren’t working, you’ll spend time with her and her boyfriend Roger.

A message pops up. You smile. It’s from ‘NiceGuy63111’.

“Hi Bobby, how was your day?” you type on the screen.

He and you have been chatting for months. At first you thought he might be a scammer, but he never asked for anything, nor sent anything that you didn’t want to see.

The only pics you and he have shared are quick, smiling selfies. No nudes or anything that you didn’t want. His comments are sometimes light and flirty, but nothing suggestive or dirty.

You pieced together that he’s a divorced guy in St. Louis, a little older than you. He let slip a few times that he hadn’t been a good husband, but he was still making changes in his life. One of those changes is learning how to listen to women. Whenever you chat with him, he seems genuinely interested in how you are. He makes you feel comfortable and safe.

“How was your day?” he texts.

You quickly type “Fine”. As you still feel the tension in your shoulders.

“Really? Not a stressful day?” You can almost hear the doubt in his words.

“Ok, let me tell you about it.” You reply. Telling him about the irritating customers, frustrations of having to clean up messy tables, and reading texts from your friends who have plans that you might not be able to take part in. As you type, your neck and shoulders still have that tight, tense feeling.

“Damn it. I wish you were here to give me a massage or something.” You quickly type. 

You are about to delete it, but before you can, he responds “Really? I can’t be there, but would it help if I described how I would massage you?”

You chew on your lower lip for a moment. You’ve never tried anything like that. You know that people ‘sext’ all the time. When you were in school, you and your boyfriend at the time, tried it. It was okay. It just seemed rushed and stupid, especially if you were going to hook up later. But this is different. Bobby isn’t your boyfriend, and you aren’t meeting up later, but you think “What the hell. Sure.” 

“Ok.” You type and watch the screen.

“Imagine I’m there.” He starts. 

“Standing behind you…

“You are sitting…

“and you feel my hands gently caress your neck.” 

He types in small texts with pauses.

“Lean your head forward as I slowly rub and caress your neck….. 

“Now feel my fingers on your shoulders…… 

“I softly but firmly press… 

“moving my fingers in small circles…

“relaxing your neck….

“and helping remove the tension from your shoulders.”

As you read his words, you try to imagine what he is describing. You slowly roll your head and crack your neck. Then you exhale and relax your shoulders.

“That’s it….

“Feel how good my fingers are on you….

“Feel how your muscles are relaxing.”

You pull off your T-shirt and bra, and double check to make sure your cam isn’t on. Then you slowly rub your neck. Moving your fingers as he described. 

“This feels so good.” You text and then lean back in your chair. “Can you massage my breasts?” you type. Then quickly delete it. Almost ashamed of what you typed.

He types “I can massage your front, if you want. It’s your call.”

You chew your lower lip for a moment, then type, “Yes… Please Continue.”

“Ok. Then instead of sitting, imagine lying down with your shirt off…. 

“A pillow or towel is under your head… 

“and you relax as I slowly drip baby oil down the center of your chest. I rub some on my hands…

“then I start with your shoulders and upper chest.”

You get up and head to the bathroom. Finding a small bottle of lotion, you sit back down. Slowly you drip a line between your breasts. It’s cold on your skin. Setting the bottle down, you slowly rub the lotion on your skin.

“From your upper chest you feel as I move down and around your breasts….

“my slick fingers massaging and caressing your warm smooth skin…..

“around and in between.”

As he describes it, you slowly work the lotion around your tits. Your nipples are getting hard. You’ve never done anything like this with Bobby.

“As I rub your breasts, I slowly rub around your nipples….

“I imagine they are hard and sensitive.” As you read his text, you pull and roll your nipples.

“They are” you quickly type and follow with, “You can suck on them if you want.” which you then delete. If he was here, you would say that, but he is halfway across the country, and you don’t have that kind of relationship.

“I move down to your flat tummy…

“softly massaging and caressing your abdominal muscles…. 

“Careful to massage and not tickle.”

“You are so good at this.” You type. “Do you do this kind of thing often?”

“Do you feel better? More relaxed?” he responds.

“Yes. I feel better.” You say, pulling your T-shirt back on. “You didn’t answer my question. Do you do this often? With other people?”

There is a pause before he types his response. “I used to sext all the time. That is part of what broke up my marriage, my online cheating.”

“Oh” you type and then just look at the screen. After a moment you continue. “So why haven’t we sexted?”

“You didn’t seem interested. I enjoy our friendship. I’m trying to be a better person and make positive changes in my life. Sending ‘dick pics’ and sexting with women I meet online is how I used to do things. That’s not who I am now.”

“Oh.” You respond again. “So it isn’t a ‘looks’ thing?”

“Hell no. I’ve told you many times that you are cute and beautiful. I love the selfies you send. If that’s what you want, I’d love to pleasure you. But that’s not the type of relationship we have.”

You read his comments again. ‘If that’s what you want, I’d love to pleasure you.’

“Bobby, can we stop for the night. I really enjoyed the massage fantasy. It helped. I feel so much better.”

“I’m glad. That was the point of the fantasy.” He quickly replies.

“What would you think if I wanted sexting?” you type.

The dots on your screen blink as he is typing something.

He must have been typing and deleting because when it post it’s only says.
“I can do that, if that is what you really want. But lets wait. It’s getting late here and I have to get up early. Goodnight.”

“Of course. Goodnight Bobby” you type and log off.

You tingle with excitement and anticipation. You go to your bedroom and masturbate, fantasizing about him.

(This is the first chapter in what I hope will be a three or more chapter story. If you enjoyed it, Like and leave me a comment. If you enjoy my writings, follow and subscribe.)

Rounding up Strays

You are a cowboy and recently started working on the Lazy BJ ranch. You had encountered a bounty hunter who recommended that you look for work there. The range boss hired you on. “You’re a good-lookin’ fella. The old hunter was right, we could use another good pair of strong hands around here. Show me what ya’ got.”

You demonstrated your skill with a lariat, roping a calf, and then he had you drive another cow into a pen using your horse and voice. Once the gate was closed, the boss said, “Yeah, you know what you’re doin’. You’re hired”.

You were shown the bunk house. “The’re a few rules you need to follo’, First: I’m the Boss. If I tell ya’ to do somethin’, ya’ do it. Second: Ya’ don’t mess none of the womenfolk in the house. Third: We all help each other out. Do ya’ got it?” ‘Yes sir. I do.’

That was your introduction to life on the Lazy BJ. You share the bunkhouse with Mack, Joe, Tony, Bret, and “Swede”. Mack and Joe are freedmen from somewhere back east, Tony is a vaquero from down south, and Bret and “Swede” are both immigrants. All of you are just doing a job.

Around the ranch you take care of all of the chores. That includes moving cattle from one pasture to the next, caring for your horses, and even splitting wood for the household.

It’s easy to keep the rules. When the Boss orders you to do something, you do it. The guys are all easy to work with and friendly. As for not “messin’ with the womenfolk”, that’s easy. You always preferred the company of men and apparently all of these guys do too.

It’s nothing that is too obvious, but when Joe is working with the farrier, he comes back to the bunk house with his shirt still off. His dark skin, all sweaty and manly. And Bret always asks for help splitting wood. Swinging that axe, moving his hips as he splits logs with single strokes. His back and legs look so good as he works up a sweat.

This goes on for weeks. From time to time, you wonder if it is all just your imagination that the guys are getting with each other where others can’t see.

One day, Boss orders Mack and you to round up some of the strays in the “far 40”. You pack bed rolls and some food. It will be an overnight on the far end of the property.

After riding for a while, you strike up a conversation. Mack tells you that he has been working for the Lazy BJ when it was still two separate ranches. He had been a wrangler for the Bakers and the Rocking B. He and Boss were two of the guys who were hired on when the Rocking B linked with the Traveling J, because of the joining of the Bakers and the Joneses.

Later on, he asks “So how long ya’ been sweet on fellas?”

“The last ranch I worked at I realized I liked men better.” You reply

“So, ya’ done thin’s with others? Any in the bunk house?” he asks with a smile.

You shake your head. “Not yet. Though I like how Joe and Bret look after they been working.”

He laughs a bit. “If you like that, you should see them with each other. Bret’s got a big ol’ hawg, and Joe enjoys suckin’ on it.”

‘You saw them together?’ you ask a little surprised.

“Hell, saw ’em, they asked if I wanted to join ’em. I jus’ jerked my pecker instead.”

“Why? If it looked that good, wouldn’t it have felt better?” you ask genuinely curious.

“I like one at a time. Like when we’s on the trail, an’ we got’s to keep warm. I likes watching them go at it, but I can wait ‘till I’m alone with ‘nother.” He says happily.

You think about it for a moment, “I think I would have joined in. I like the idea of taking both at the same time.” You say with a smile.

“You like gettin’ buggered?” He asks with a sly grin.

“If I like the look and feel of it, then I like to ride it.”

He pushes back the brim of his hat, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Before I forget, where are we going? I don’t see any cattle, so where will we find the strays?” You ask looking around at the horizon.

He smiles at you. “There’s a deep gully down yonder. Many a times I seen strays get down there and just stay. There’s water and sweetgrass. Once they get there, they don’t wanna leave. It runs for a good ways so we’ll go from one end to the other to get ‘em all, and any who hadn’t got there yet.”

You nod and keep riding. The slow rhythm of your horse between your legs feels good. You sort of wish Mack hadn’t mentioned seeing Bret and Joe going at it. You imagine feeling Joe’s dark skin against yours as you ride him. Going up and down, back and forth. You get hard just thinking about it. You shake your head and look at the terrain ahead. It all looks so flat. Lots of prairie grass and sage.

You grab your canteen and take a sip. The cool water feels good going down your throat. “How long will it take for us to get there?” You ask.

“Oh, we’ll get there before the sun gets too low, but we’ll overnight in the gully. Does that bother ya’?”

“Not at all.” You tell him. You look at the sweat slowly rolling down his face. The wetness beading up on his skin. You hadn’t been with a black man before. You have heard stories, but you live with these guys so you figure that what you heard was just more tall tales.

Looking down you notice a cowpie and some hoof prints. Both are somewhat old, but you look around for the animal that made them. You don’t see anything, just what looks like flat plains.

“We are jus’ ‘bout there.” Mack says as he wipes his face with his wild rag. You sniff the air and smell water. Mack points to a low trail in the grass. “Somethin’ moved that way. Follow and I bet ya’ we’ll find our first one.”

He rides up ahead and you see him seem to drop down. As you get closer you see a wide ravine cut into the land by a slow-moving river. Along the bank, eating grass, you see a steer. You whistle to get its attention. At first it ignores you, but then Mack moves closer to it and it starts to move down the riverbank. Looking ahead you see a couple more just lazily eating and moving. “I told ya’ they’d be here. Let’s get ’em movin’.”

You keep riding and gathering up a small herd as the sun sets low on the horizon.

“You ready to make camp for the night?” Mack asks.

There is a wide flat place, with a circle of rocks left over from previous riders. “So, this is where you overnight?”

“Yep. In the mornin’ we’ll hit a spot that leads out of this gully and drive the herd back home. There is grass and water here, so they won’t go far in the night. Why don’t ya’ go up that trail a piece and get us some dry wood. Ya’ll see a clump o’ cottonwoods. We don’ need much. Jus’ enough to build a camp fire.”

After a bit, you walk your horse back with a bundle of sticks strapped across the saddle. “That should be enough for tonight and some for tomorrow so we can have coffee.”

“Good thinkin’.” Mack quickly makes a campfire as you tether and unsaddle the horses, both yours and his. For a quick supper, we made a stew with water, jerked beef, and beans. You both have some cornbread that the cook gave you before you left in the morning.

After eating supper and cleaning up, Mack leans back on his saddle and packs a corncob pipe, and lights it with a twig. “Do you wan’ a smoke?” He asks, blowing a cloud of fragrant smoke into the night air.

You shake your head. “No thank you. I never got the habit. Though that smells good.”

Grabbing your bedroll, you lay it out near him, and lie down. “Are ya’ goin’ to sleep?” he asks. ‘No. Just getting comfortable.’ You say as you look up at the stars and breathe in the mixed smells of the campfire and pipe smoke.

It is so quiet and peaceful. You listen to the sound of the water flowing, the cattle slowly moving back and forth, and occasional crackles from fire.

You watch Mack’s mouth drawing on the pipe stem, and you wish it was you in his mouth instead. “Mack, when you were talking earlier, you said you like things one at a time. It is just you and me. Would you like me to get closer to you? Or are you holding out for someone else?” You ask in a low tone.

“I been thinkin’ on that too. Ya’ said ya’ like gettin’ buggered. I can help ya’ with that.”

You move closer and undo the belt to his chaps, then the belt on his pants. He raises up his hips a bit to unbutton and pull down his pants.

His cock lays on his thigh crowned by a bush of black curly hair. You gently grab it. “Let me get you hard. This looks so good.”

He continues lying back against his saddle as you slowly stroke it up and down, working the foreskin back and exposing his tip. You feel it stiffen in your hand and you lick around the head. It is firm yet spongy against your tongue. Gripping the base, you take it into your mouth. It feels thick as it presses down your tongue and you take it deeper.

“Ya’ good wit tat mout’ o’ yours.” He says reaching down and grabbing your head. His hand feels rough as he grabs a hand full of your hair.

His strength turns you on and you get hard too. You stroke him faster. “Do you want to suck me?” you ask.

“Ya’ bet I do. Suck ya’ then put mine in ya’.” He says breathing harder.

You stand up and drop your pants. You are so hard and you move towards his face. He leans forward, grabs it firmly, and sucks the tip. “Ya got a nice lil’ piece.” Then he sucks you deeper. His hands feel so rough and strong as he works his mouth on you. He is better than you expected and you feel your pleasure building.

“Yeah, give it.” He says as you pulse and shoot in his mouth. He sucks it fully. “That’s good. Get down on ya’ saddle. I gonna fill ya’ now.” He lets go of you and you get on your knees and bend over your saddle. You feel him behind you. He spreads your ass cheeks and spits on your hole. Feeling his thick fingers rub his spit into you, you relax and open yourself.

His fingers slide in and out, stretching your hole wider. It feels so good, you get hard again. You feel him press his tip and then thrust into you. It fills you so well, feeling thicker than you imagined. He grips your hips and works it in and out. The head and then the thicker part of his shaft, opening you up even more.

“Dam’ ya’ tighte’ than ya’ mouth.” He says as he leans over you and you feel his sweat drip on you. Every thrust goes in deeper and deeper. You feel so hard again, and it presses against the warm leather of your saddle. He presses on your lower back as he goes all the way in.

You both are breathing harder. His balls slap against yours and then he grips you tightly and holds it. You feel him pulsing inside of you. Another wave of pleasure goes through you as you shoot all over your saddle.

He is sweating hard as he slowly pulls from you. You feel him drip from your open ass. You take the kerchief from around your neck and wipe yourself clean.

“We should get some sleep. We gots to get ’em back to the ranch ‘morrow” he says as he takes a cake of soap from his saddle bag and goes down to the river. You strip off your clothes, grab your soap too, a wash rag from your saddle bags, and you follow him. “I like to clean up when I done.” He says as you watch the foamy lather on his dark skin. You stand in the cold water and wash up too. It feels really cold but good.

He walks back to the camp fire, his long thing swinging back and forth in the firelight. You quickly follow, and dry off. You lay out your wet rags on the warm rocks of the fire ring. He dresses and then crawls into his bedroll. You do the same.

The next morning, you smell the coffee brewing. “Did ya’ sleep good?”

You roll out of your blankets, “Yes, I slept well. Too bad we have to return to the bunkhouse. I enjoy being out.” You gather things up and pull your tin cup from your bags.

“Well, when we has t’ drive the herd in the fall, ya’ll get lots of that. Maybe ya’ get ya’ wish ‘bout more’n one at a time.” He says with a big smile.

After breakfast, both of you drive the herd back to the ranch. As you move back and forth in your saddle, you feel how Mack filled you last night.

“Keep ya’ head” Mack yells at you. “One’s strayin’!” You angle your horse to move the stray back into the herd. Both of you ride on the flanks of the herd to keep them together.

Near the end of the day, you are back to the ranch. In the bunkhouse you hear Bret ask “So how did he do out there?” Mack smiles and winks at you, “He’s one o’ us. Good on the trail and in camp.”

“Hopefully we all get to work with him” Bret comments.

“Hopefully.” You say as you put away your gear.

(This was the second of my western themed “gay cowboy” stories. If you want more, including a “Trail Drive” story, tell me in the comments. If you enjoyed it, give me a like. If you enjoy my writings, follow and subscribe. See you later.)

At the Cabin by the Lake

*Whizzzz* 

*Plop*

That is such a relaxing sound. Sitting on the dock, doing a quick cast into the lake, and the only other sounds are birds and an occasional bug. Slowly you reel your line back in. Reel, stop, tug the line, stop, reel, stop. This is so much more relaxing than being in the city. Sitting on a folding chair, watching as the early morning sun is trying to rise above the mountains, and breathing in the cool morning air.

If your brother ever wants to get rid of this place, you’ll buy it, regardless of the price. The soft sound of footsteps on the wooden slats of the dock catches your attention. Your lover walks out wearing a pair of sweat pants, a tight t-shirt, and a pair of moccasins. In his hands are cups of coffee. He walks quietly up to you. “I brought you a mug.” He whispers as he extends it to you.

You take it with your right hand as your left one holds the rod. You sip, tasting the hot, dark, bitter brew. “Thanks” you whisper back. “Are you sure you don’t want to fish for a bit?”

He shakes his head as he drinks his cup. “Nope. I’ve never been fishing. I’d hate for my girl to show me up.” He says with a grin and a wink.

You lean towards him and kiss him on the cheek. “If I don’t catch anything soon, do you want to take out the canoe?”

He softly caresses your ass through your jeans, “Maybe. There are other things I’d like to try this time.”

You feel something nibble on your bait, so you hand him the coffee mug, and try to tease the fish a bit more before setting the hook.

*Splash* 

You see a fish break the surface of the water as you jerk and set the hook. It tries to run, but you reel it in. Your lover grabs the dip net and helps pull it in. It’s a good sized large mouth bass. No longer whispering, you say “Let me clean this and we can have it for either lunch or dinner.”

“Ok, if we have it for dinner, I’ll pack us a picnic lunch to take on the canoe.” He says as he carries both coffee mugs to the wooden table near the dock. On it is an old news paper, a trash bag, and the filet knife, along with the tackle box. Your lover sets down the mugs and spreads out the paper as you hold the lower lip of the fish and remove the hook.

Carrying it over, you gut and clean it. By the time you finish, your lover returned with some plastic zip lock bags for the fillets. “You really know how to do all of that.” He comments.

You wipe your hands clean, then roll up the messy newspaper and put it in the trash bag. He comes closer and kisses you again. “When you told me you wanted to go fishing, then told me about rubber worms, spinners, buzz baits, and spoons, I really though you were trying to tease me with the offer of adult toys.”

You hug him, feeling his toned chest through his t-shirt. “No, I was serious. Though I wouldn’t mind having you use a “buzzer” on me later.”

“You smell like fish.” He says, trying to step back from you. “Why don’t you take a shower, and I’ll make us some breakfast.”

You lick your lips. “Do you have your beefy sausage for me?”

He smiles, “Not until you smell better.”

You give him an exaggerated pout, “I thought you liked a fishy smell.”

He chuckles, “On your worst day, you never smelled as bad as a freshly gutted fish. If you did, I wouldn’t lick you the way I do.”

“Ok.” You say gathering everything up. “Let me put things away and take a shower. I’ll have eggs, sausage, and more coffee.”

After a hot shower, you put on shorts and a T-shirt. Your lover is sitting at the table with both yours and his plates full of food. He is leaning back, sipping his coffee, as he waits for you.

“Hopefully everything is still hot.” You say as you sit.

“If it isn’t, it’s because you took too long in the shower.” He responds playfully.

You take a bite of egg and it’s still good and hot. He really is a good cook. For a city bred guy, he knows how to cook and really takes care of you. There are times you wish he knew more about country living’, but then again, you’ve lived in the city for years now too.

While you eat, you make sure that he really wants to go canoeing with you. He does. He’s never done it and the idea of a picnic on the other side of the lake sounds nice. During the winter, you couldn’t even see the lake. It was covered with ice and snow, looking like a huge snowy field. With it all melted, it’s a crystal blue mountain lake, with its rim dotted by vacation cabins, like your brother’s.

After helping to clean up after breakfast, both of you go out the shed. In a storage tub you find a couple of life jackets and flotation cushions.

“Why do we need these? If we tip over, can’t we just swim back to shore?” He asks.

“Just a safety precaution. I would hate for either of us to be tired, fall out, and drown.” You answer in a serious tone.

He looks like he’s about to protest, because you know how proud he is of his swimmer’s body, he has from going to the pool every day, at home. But he thinks about it as he helps lift the canoe from the rack on the wall. “That makes sense. Better to be safe than sorry.”

You set down the canoe, throw the vests, floats, rolled blanket, cooler, and paddles in it. Then you pick up the front as he carries the rear. “I knew you preferred having me behind you.” He jokes.

“Maybe I’ll show you later, how much I like it.” You playfully wink and blow a kiss at him.

At the water’s edge you set down the canoe, put on the vest. You explain that you’ll sit in the front, he’ll push it deeper into the water then climb behind you. He nods and does as you ask.

You feel the canoe rock back and forth a moment as he gets in. You have your paddle in hand, but you make sure he is comfortably seated.

“Have you ever used a paddle?” you ask.

“The rowing machine in the gym.” He answers with a smile.

You show him how to place your hands and then use it in the water. “Don’t dig so hard. We’re just slowly going across the lake. We have all day and let’s have fun. You can get comfortable and enjoy paddling around the lake.”

“There is something I’d rather paddle.” He playfully responds.

After a while, you both have a good rhythm. The sun is high in the sky and feels warm. There is a gentle breeze moving across the lake. He notices how you paddle a few strokes and then rest. He does the same.

“This really is peaceful out here.” He comments.

“That’s why we came back. It was nice during the winter, but summertime, it’s really relaxing.” You say in an almost wistful tone.

As you get closer to the other shore, you try to find a quiet spot that isn’t obviously someone’s yard. You wave at the occasional person sunning themselves or fishing. You even notice a couple of guys in a flat bottom boat, casting lines, and drinking beer. You and your lover wave. “Any luck?” you call to them. The older guy slowly shakes his head. You nod wave and steer your canoe away from them.

You finally spot an area with a large willow tree and sloping ground. You don’t see a cabin near, so you angle the canoe towards it. When you hit the shallows, you step out and pull the nose on shore. Your lover helps too.

Dropping your vests into the boat, “This looks perfect.” he says looking around. “Which cabin is ours?” He continues looking back across the lake.

You point to it, showing him the dock and table, which are hard to see but you know they’re there.

He lays out the blanket and grabs the cooler. There are bottles of water, and a bottle of wine. He pulls out a container of pasta salad and one of fruit salad. “I wasn’t sure what you wanted. After the breakfast we had, I thought something light for lunch.”

You lie down on the blanket, and sip a water. “To tell you the truth, I’m not really hungry, right now. Can we save it to go with dinner?”

He smiles, “Of course” and puts them back in the cooler. He lies next to you. “So what did you really have in mind?”

You lean over and kiss him. His hand takes yours and you lie back. He leans over you, kissing your mouth, and then your neck. His hand holds yours, as his other one softly strokes your hair. His lips feel good against your skin, and you grip his hand. Your other hand goes on his back and you feel his toned muscles. He continues slowly kissing down your neck to the neckline of your T-shirt. “If you were wearing a bra, I’d have you pull off your shirt.”

“I could pull it off anyway. Maybe give a show to the guys fishing.” You purr playfully.

He releases your hand and slides it up under your shirt. His fingers always feel so good on you. He slowly caresses your right breast as he continues kissing your neck. His fingertips tease and roll your hardening nipple. This feels so good.

“I don’t know which is better, your fingers, or your mouth.” You contentedly admit.

“I could suck one as I play with the other.” He says with a smile. You feel your excitement growing. But you hear children’s voices nearby.

You sigh, feeling a little frustrated. “If there was no one near, I’d let you. Let’s pack up and save it for inside the cabin.”

As he pulls his hand from your shirt, the flat bottom boat slowly drifts into view. You sit up and adjust your shirt. The smooth fabric of your cotton T, rubs against your hard nipples. Your lover picks up the cooler and the blanket, stowing them back in the canoe. One of the fishermen looks to you and yells “Any Luck?” Your lover winks and smiles at him. The fisherman holds up his beer can, as you do likewise with your water bottle, then pull on your life vest.

“Yeah, lets go.” You say with a sigh.

Rowing back takes less time. Probably because your lover seemed more confident in what he was doing.

When you pull it on shore, your lover asks “Do we have to put it away? I’d like to go back out tomorrow. Maybe just row to the center and return. For exercise.”

You drop the vest into the canoe, along with the paddle. “Sure. Leave everything but the blanket and cooler, and tomorrow we can go back out.”

As you enter the cabin, you ask “Did you really enjoy it?”

He sets the cooler down on the counter. “Yes. It felt…”

“Manly?” You offer.

He hugs you. “Yes. Manly. I might not know how to do a lot of the things here, but I like what you’re showing me.”

As you feel his arms around you, you also feel his dick press against you. “Mmmmm You enjoy feeling ‘manly’.” You playfully comment as you reach into his sweatpants. He’s not wearing underwear. “So you’re bare under there?” you ask.

“I wasn’t sure if we were going skinny dipping, and I hate the feeling of wet briefs.” His shaft is nice and firm in your hand as you gently stroke it and get him harder. “If you want sausage, It’s all for you.” He says with a wink and a smile.

You kiss him firmly, then release him. “I need one thing first.” You say, as he follows you into the living room. The bear skin rug is on the floor, in front of the fireplace.

Your lover quickly walks into the kitchen and grabs the blanket from the counter, then lays it on top of the rug. “This way we don’t have to worry about staining the fur.” He says with a big grin.

You stand on the blanket as he pulls off your T-shirt, freeing your breasts. He kisses you and grasps both of them. You feel his fingertips slowly rolling each nipple. Rolling and then lightly pulling. He then kisses your neck, like he did at the lake. 

Kissing and licking his way down your neck and bare chest. You put your hand in his pants again, grabbing his fully hard shaft and stroking it up and down. His lips feel so warm on your skin as he moves closer to your right nipple. Then his wet tongue slowly licks around your hard nipple.

You enjoy dry stroking him, but you know it would be so much better if he was lubed. “Should I get..” you are about to ask, but stop as you feel that firm suction of his mouth on the right nipple and him pulling your left nipple. You enjoy when he does that so much. 

His left hand slips down the front of your shorts and you feel his fingertips under your damp panties. He slowly moves along your slit, teasing you with his rough fingertips. You release his cock and grab his head, pulling his hair as he continues sucking your nipple. His fingers slide between your wet lips and the tightness of your shorts limits the thrusting motion of his hand. But between what he is doing to your nipples and your pussy, you are in heaven.

“Let me strip off the shorts and lie on the blanket.” You say as you try to focus your thoughts.

He stops and steps back, dropping his pants and stripping off his shirt. His hard cock looks so wonderful and tasty. You go to reach for it, but he lies down on the blanket and pulls you on top of him. He kisses you again. “Take my sausage and I’ll have your fish taco.” He says in an almost commanding tone. You love the feeling of his talented mouth, so you silently agree and turn so you are straddling his face, and his hard prick is resting on his flat stomach. 

The blanket over top of the rug is soft on your knees. You grasp his cock and slowly lick the tip. His hands are on your thighs as you squat down a bit. The tip of his tongue slowly going around and between your folds. You lick up and down his shaft, then take it in your mouth as you grip the base. The firm spongy tip, feels good as you take him deeper. His hands grip you tighter as he licks you deeper. His tongue feels like it’s all the way in as his chin rubs your clit. This feels so good, and you moan around his cock. You taste his precum.

He stops licking you. “I want to fuck you so bad.”

“Yes” you gasp as you stroke his saliva slick cock.

You move and let him up. Normally he wants missionary so you can look at each other, but this time he keeps you on your hands and knees. “Why doggie style?” you softly ask.

“Because I’m feeling ‘manly’, and I know there are times you enjoy getting fucked from behind.” He says in a tone that’s almost a growl. You aren’t sure if it’s lust, desire, or something more animalistic in him. But it fits the mood so you stay on all fours. Your hands grab fistfuls of the soft blanket as you feel his hands on your hips. He rubs the wide tip along your opening, and then slowly works it in. His hands pull you back a little as he goes a little deeper. You slowly rock back and forth, taking him deeper each time.

He releases one hip and you feel his fingertips rubbing your clit. His thick shaft fills you, as his fingers rub small circles, moving faster as you press harder against him. 

You grip the blanket tighter as he fucks you harder. You feel heat increasing as you both start sweating. One hand on your clit, and then his other one pulls your hair. The mix of pain and pleasure helps to push you over the edge as you cum. 

“That’s it! Cum on me!” you hear your lover grunt. He’s close too. He grabs both your hips and pounds you harder. He’s rarely this forceful. It’s different but good. You reach down and rub your clit. You want another orgasm as he has his. 

As the wave of pleasure builds, he thrusts and holds you firmly. That feeling of him throbbing inside of you as you pulse around him is heavenly. 

He slides his cum coated cock from you, and then lies down and pulls you on him. You feel his heartbeat as you hold each other. “Do you feel better now?” you ask. 

He kisses your forehead. “I always feel better with you.”

“Let’s shower and make dinner. I want to see what you do with those fish fillets.”

“I already have a plan. A lemon and dill sauce, which will go well with the macaroni salad.” He says with a smile.

You kiss him. “I never doubt your skills. You are always my man.”

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Mountainside Cabin in Winter

Your brother has a cabin in the mountains.

He asked you to watch it while he goes on a cruise. It had been a while since you were there, and with bad weather approaching you stocked up on supplies and have your lover with you.

On the drive up, your lover asked you lots of questions about the cabin, and what you plan on doing. You explain that with the winter weather, your brother doesn’t want to take chances of something happening, such as power going out, waterlines freezing, etc. You two are just there to make sure that nothing goes wrong.

It was a good thing too. A heavy winter storm hits. You lost power but the backup generator kicked in, plus your brother left plenty of split firewood.

You spend the day, using his 4x4 with the plow attachment, and clearing the cabin driveway down to the main road. You had forgotten how good it feels vibrating between your legs. The vibrations feel so good against your pussy though the layers of clothing. After showing your lover how to ride it, you take turns. One uses the plow as the other uses the snow blower to make paths from the house, to the shed, to the garage, and of course to the woodpile.

You and he put away the plow and blower.

Both of you are damp from sweat as you pull off your parkas and snow pants. ‘I feel like a shower after that.’ you say, removing your shirt, your thermal top still covering your round breasts. ‘Do you want to join me, or start a fire in the fireplace?’ you ask. He walks closer to you, hugs and kisses you. “I’ll make the fire first. Don’t use up all of the hot water.” He teases.

You strip off the rest of your clothes and step into the shower. The water feels so good on your body and tired muscles. Slowly washing, and caressing your breasts, the soapy washcloth feels good as you rub it between your legs. ‘Damn, if he was in here, I would fuck him so hard.’ You mutter as you wash and rinse your body. Slowly you realize that you need to stop, or there won’t be any hot water left for him.

The bathroom is hazy with the steam, as you grab a thick towel and dry yourself off. Your hair feels wet and heavy as you rub the towel across and around it. Covering yourself with another towel, you go to the bedroom to grab your thick plush robe and a hairbrush.

You smell wood smoke coming from the living room. He is bent over the fireplace watching the fire as it slowly is growing. ‘Are you having problems with it?’ you ask. “It has been a while since I built a fire. I think I got it going.” He said as he rocks back on his heels, still squatting. You walk up behind him and give him a hug. Your wet hair falling over his face as you kiss the top of his head. “Mmmm, you smell good.” He says as he stands, turning and hugging you tightly. His arms feel strong and loving around you.

‘And you smell like smoke. But I like it. You smell “manly”.’ You respond as you kiss him. He opens your robe and slowly caresses your breasts. Between his hands and the warmth from the fire, it feels good on your skin, and your nipples harden. “Mmmm, you do like that?” He says with a smile before he bends forward and licks around your left nipple. You reach into his pants and grip his penis, which isn’t fully hard yet. ‘Get undressed, I want to try something.’ You say as you release him.

He straightens up and strips off his clothes. You look to the side of the room and find what you are looking for. A bear skin rug. You drag it over before the fireplace, remove your robe, and lie down on it. The fur feels soft on your back as you spread your legs.

He stands over you, “Where do you want me?” He asks, as his hardening dick swings back and forth. You reach up and pull his cock to your mouth, “Eat me, my love.’ You say before you lick the tip. He gets down, straddling your head. “Mmmm this feels soft on my knees.” and places his head between your waiting thighs.

His arms wrap around your thighs and you feel the tip of his tongue slowly licking around your pussy lips. You slowly lick and suck his cock. You enjoy the feeling of it in your mouth as take it deeper. He works his tongue from your pussy up to your clit, and it feels so good, but his cock would feel better. You stop sucking and say, ‘Come around and slide it in me.’

He moves off of you, and then crawls between your legs, slowly moving up your body. Hovering over you he moves down and kisses your mouth. You taste your pussy on his lips as you feel the tip of his cock slowly work into your open pussy. His chest brushing against your breasts, and your nipples feel the hair on his chest moving back and forth.

He thrusts into you and you wrap your legs around him. You slide a bit on the fur rug with each thrust. It feels good, but you want to switch again. ‘Lets do doggie,’ you say as you are breathing harder. He pulls out and moves off of you as you get on your hands and knees. ‘This is so soft on my knees.’ You think as get into position. Feeling him behind you slow push back against him and he goes into you. He grips your hips and fucks you harder. It feels so good, you grab handfuls of rug fur.

You feel him release a hip and reach down, rubbing your clit. Pushing back against him harder, you feel your orgasm flow through you. He then pulls out and jerks off on your ass. You feel his hot cum splash on your skin.

You are both sweating, from both the sex and the heat of the fire. He stands up, and pulls you to your feet, to kiss and hug you again. “I need a shower; do you want to join me?” he asks. ‘Sure. Hopefully the hot water tank refiled.’

You look down and see wet stains on the bear skin rug. ‘Let’s wipe that up first, or we’ll have to pay for the dry-cleaning.’ You say as you grab your towel from earlier, which is still damp. Naked, he goes to the kitchen to grab a wet wash cloth and some soap.

After a few minutes of wiping and scrubbing, you think you got it all. ‘Good. It should dry by the fire. Now let’s take that shower.’ He takes your hand and leads you to the bathroom. “I really am enjoying your brother’s cabin.” You kiss him. ‘I am too.’