As we lay there in the after glow, Gus scooped up some of his cum and rubbed it on the head of my cock. “Now we have some lubricant for you.” Then he raised up on his feet and squatted so his ass was right over my slimy wet erection, and he said, “Fuck me, Jake. I want a rugged American cowboy to be my first fuck.”
I looked him in the eyes and asked, “You are a virgin? This is your first time?”
“Yahhh,” was all he said as he lowered himself to the point where the wet head of my cock was firmly pressed against his tight ring, and then he pushed himself down onto me with a clinched grunt, and then a scream as he forced my cock in through his sphincter, and then he froze. He was on his knees and sitting on me and using his hands to hold him in place. Then he started to wiggle a little to work my cock into his asshole more, little by little as he asked, “Are you OK, Cowboy?”
“I’m more than OK,” I said with a dazed smile on my face. Then Gus leaned forward and kissed me again. It was a long sensual kiss. Then he moved his mouth to my left ear and said in a soft sensual voice with a deep German accent…… “Then fuck me, Cowboy Jake.”
And I did. Eventually we rolled to our side and then Gus said he wanted to be on his back so he could watch me when I cum in him, and he also wanted to watch my big cock fuck his ass. He got his wish. We fucked on that big flat rock for about 20 minutes; sometimes fast and hard and sometimes slow and gentle before I finally felt Gus’ asshole go into spasms and his cum shot out onto me and his stomach. Then I told him to watch if he wanted to see me cum, because I was about to cum in him.
When I finished pumping the last of my second load of cum out we both rested and caught our breathes. Then I scooped up Gus’ puddle of cum and rubbed it on his cockhead and assumed the same position he’d used to lose his virginity.
I lined up his cock with my asshole and pushed down as hard as I could, knowing it was going to be a struggle to get him in me that first time. I pushed down and screamed, “Oh Fuck” way louder than Gus hollered with he lost his cherry.
The pain was unbearable, but I was not going to stop now. I wanted Cowboy Gustav’s big fat cock inside of me, making love to me, and fucking my ass off.
Like Gus, once I was impaled on a cock I froze and held myself up with my hands, and eventually my asshole relaxed and I pushed down allowing more of his meat into me. It took me a little longer before I got all of him inside me, but once he was in, I gave him the OK to start fucking me slowly.
When the head of his cock rubbed my prostate, I thought I was going to snip his cock off with my asshole, I squeezed down so hard. We switched over so I was on my back and Gus was on me. He had my knees on his shoulders and he started slow and then was pile-driving his big prick into my asshole a mile a minute. We came again about the same time. I think my orgasm triggered his, but I could feel his hot cum shooting deep in my bowels.
I called my pop with my cell phone and told him we’d just stay overnight at the cabin and be back in the morning, as he had a few things to cleanup before we were done here.
Little did he know they were puddles of our cum.
When we got back I told Gus to make sure that his bed broke when he got into it the first night back. Then I would have Pop move him in with me. I had a pair of twin beds in my room and there would be room for him in my room.
The next morning, Gus came in for breakfast and complained that his bed rail broke during the night and the bed was useless. I immediately suggested to pop, “Pop, there’s a spare bed in my room he can sleep in and then he can help with the house chores too.”
Pop bought into my idea, hook, line and sinker. It was settled. Gus would move in upstairs with me and pop would still have his big room downstairs.
When we got up each morning we always messed up the other twin bed so Pop would not get suspicious should he wander upstairs for something.
Gus stayed past the summer months well into the fall and helped with the hay harvest also. He had to return for an update on his Visa, and visit his family for the holidays, but when he came back he moved right back into my room and he also transferred to the local college so he could finish his degree while taking good care of my needs also.
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That was 8 years ago. Pop is now semi retired and Gus and I are running the ranch. We are also building a handicap wing onto the house for Pop so everything is easier for him. When he’s moved in it will give Gus and I the big bedroom downstairs…..
Oh yea, one more thing. Pop knows we are gay, and we have his blessing…now!
It wasn’t always that way, but sometimes time changes things….. Thank heavens!
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