Western Rider 4 - Opportunity

It's been a busy summer in the stables, and my sex life sort of went downhill because of it. Then it all changed.
I manage the stables, horses, vet care, and the dirty work. We were over capacity and the stress was tough. The guy that manages equipment for the farm, Ocho, is my usual source of cock. He got laid up with a back problem. Had to leave for recuperation and PT. Ouch. Insurance covers the whole thing, but does not cover his sex needs. Or mine.
It's not all bad. There's one horse owner that likes to role play, and we ride out into the arroyos and usually, he plays submissive and is a total bottom. Makes millions a year, I'm guessing, and is truly delighted to be boned by a cowboy way out there, bent over naked, getting railed by a big dick in the High Rockies sun. OK, it's fun. He does have a nice ass.
But that was pretty much it for sex. I was aching to get to Denver so I could get on some app and have a wild time, or several wild times strung together. Didn't look good. Worse, the old boss got fired and a new guy came in and of course, had to be trained. Clueless. Brad was just out of business school and had an actual degree and had raised horses.
The owners didn't realize that Brad is actually managed by his wife, the hot-to-trot princess named Kathy. OK, Queen Bee. Doesn't bother me, really. She's an artist at amplifying her assets and likes to get what she wants. She wanted Ocho until he busted his back. Then she tried me, but I'm famously more attracted to dick than pussy. Our ranchers live down the road and are happily married with four boys, so that's not gonna happen.
I finally had a three day weekend planned to hit Denver and Grand Junction and just be a total slut. I'd been to a rodeo and had some good times with some friends recently, but I needed some major man sex. I wasn't going to be too picky. Quality was good, but I was making up for quantity. I didn't have big expectations.
All the ducks were in a row, and I was looking forward to that weekend when it was announced that there was going to be an addition to the stables, and it has to happen before Winter, and I had to tell the construction crew and architect a plan to move everything around while they worked.
This involved a bunch of people. And they were meeting on the Friday I had planned to leave. Brad said he'd make it up to me. I was powerfully pissed. They DO pay me well, so I shutup about it.
Several trucks and a car arrived. The architect was a pro. Had his stuff mocked up on a PC in some app. The construction crew leader already had his bill of materials. The heavy equipment guy was on my radar. Stud. Thick guy, my height and weight, and hiding a big dick in his jeans. Looked me over several time. Ping. Ping.
We had a ranch dinner served by the Queen Bee, Kathy. She was salivating over the architect. Everyone was going to stay over in the big lodge. I wondered if she'd sneak in his room and ball his brains out. I shrugged. She was hovering around him a bit. Vincent, the heavy equipment guy, wanted another tour of the site as it got dark. Sure, I'd do it!
We left. He fired up a fat stogie and we walked to the stables.
"'You actually want a tour," I asked, "Or were bayrampaşa escort bayan you just trying to get out of there?"
He stopped and looked at me. "I had to get outta there. Damn woman was almost on his fucking lap."
I nodded.
"Want a tour of the stables? Inside?" I asked.
"Can I smoke in there?"
"You can do anything in there...." I let that linger.
"Yeah, man. Check it out." Off we went!
I showed him my sugar shack, then the stables. I sort of lingered by the shower stall, conveniently arranged for many things, including: Sex. Yes, there was a shameless bottle of well-known sex lube up on the shelf. He couldn't have missed it. He half-smiled at it when he noticed. No dummy, this one.
We walked from there to the industrial washer/dryer combo. There was a yard stick on the table. He picked it up.
"Whaddya measure with this?"
I paused for a second.
"Your dick if you wanna." This big smile comes over his face.
"It's been a while, but I'm game if you are."
"Whip it out." I challenged him, and took the yard stick out of his hand.
He sort of blushed. "I'm a grower, not a shower. Might need help."
I was out of my clothes in a flash, half-boned already while he took off his shirt. We tossed our clothes on the table. Yep, sort of small, but his was growing fast.
I was naked first, so I got down and sucked on him. Got BIG fast. He sat back on the table and I got his boots and socks. Yeah, big old dick. Fuck yeah. I throated him and he grabbed the edge of the table as I did. I licked his furry balls and he moaned loudly. Yeah. It wasn't a romp in the big city, but I'll take it.
He was leaking pretty hard, then he stopped me. He took the yard stick and handed it to me.
"Hold still."
Let's see. Measured topside, seven and a half inches. Bottom side, add another solid inch. Before I could put the stick down, he wanted to measure ME. Sure!
I stood back and he got off the table. He bent down and sucked my dickhead several times. Nice. Turning, he grabbed the yardstick.
"Oh fuck, eight and a half!" he says. Then he measures the bottom side.
"Whoa. Just about ten inches to the top!" I smiled. Genes are a great thing where you can find them. I gloated.
He put his on top of mine. "Thicker. Damn, Sam." I gloated again. But gloat doesn't get you laid.
"So what's your pleasure, Vinnie?" I asked him.
"I...I don't think I should even TRY and get fucked with a dick like that."
I whipped around in a flash and bent. "No problem!" I shouted. You could hear me echo in the huge hall. He laughed and smacked my ass.
I motioned him to follow me into the sex parlor, I mean the shower stall. I tossed him the lube. I bent over and shook my slut butt at him.
"This might not take long..." he warned as he coated himself. I didn't care. I shook my tail some more.
And he nailed me. OMFG. Thicker than it looked. WOW. Damn boy. Like an electric pole where the sun don't shine. Kindly, though, he let me get used to it until he fucked me like a bronco. Holy shit!
I was getting pounded. It started to light up may entire behind. And just when it was getting bayan escort really good....
Yep. He shot off. Hard. He shrank like a popped balloon. Still, it was good. My butt was glowing inside.
I showered us. He seemed happy. He walked off to dress. I thought about wanking one off but, nah. I walked out, dried off, and got dressed myself. He relit the stogie and we talked for a while, then walked back up to the lodge. I sort of wanted to see what was going on, our local drama show.
Brad sat alone on the long couch in front of the huge fireplace with a brandy snifter. Vinnie said good night and went upstairs. I sat down with Brad, who offered me a brandy, though he knows I don't drink.
I told him a few details that we'd have to manage during construction. He nodded and had another sip. He looked hard into the fireplace, saying nothing. Then his head bent.
"This isn't the gig I thought it would be...." he said.
"How so?"
"Money is good. Beautiful area. Nice people. Good food. Really quiet."
"And what's wrong with that?"
"Well....." and he looked deep into the fireplace, then at me.
"See, Kathy and I had a good thing going. We had this open relationship thing. It was kinda getting out of control, and I thought that by moving here, she'd slow down a bit."
"Aha." I said, remembering an old detective novel phrase. I laughed. He didn't understand. Then I explained it to him. He nodded.
"So she's upstairs bopping the architect. Right?"
He nodded and tipped the brandy glass again. I nodded.
"And that leaves you high and dry, and no chance of pussy tonight."
He nodded again.
"Ever try guys?"
He almost spit brandy.
"NO! Wait, that's not true." He gathered his thoughts. "When we went swinging, I had contacts with guys."
"Oh??? What was THAT?" He knows I'm pretty queer; I make no secret of it.
Brad was a bit embarrassed. Or was it the brandy?
"Well, OK. There was lots of sex. And.... I did actually suck a cock. And, uh, well...."
"Well what?"
"I eat her out when there's some guy's load in there. It gets her off like a firecracker. It bothered me before, but she really gets off on it. I didn't want to say that. But I do it."
Hmmmmm.
"Well, I don't believe in fraternizing with management, but you wasted my good time in Grand Junction this weekend. You probably owe me one!"
He laughed.
"Oh, I don't know. That's not such a good idea. I'm sorry about the timing... and I just don't swing that way. Thanks for the offer, though"
"I won't tell if you don't."
Young Brad took another sip of his brandy. He was thinking, if with two cloudy brains.
"So you and Ocho do it?" he asked, out of the blue.
"I'll never tell." This made him laugh so hard he nearly spilled his fru-fru brandy. He took another sip.
"Let's go down to the stables. You first. I'll be there in a minute."
Ten minutes later, I heard the door swing shut. Yeah, baby.
I stood there in my hat, and nothing else.
"Shit you don't waste any time, do ya!" he laughed.
"Nope. Not when the boss is around." He laughed again.
He walked over and started bağcılar escort bayan taking off his jacket, shirt, until he kicked off his hiking boots.
"Are you sure it's safe?" he asked.
"No one comes down here," I told him as I watched this furry thirty-something get naked. Nice bod, Brad! He folded stuff as he put it on the table. Brad, Brad.
"So should I just service you, boss? What's your pleasure?" He thought about this as he finally removed his tighty whities. Nice healthy erection, boss.
"I guess.... I guess I'm a top in your language." I chuckled.
"Let's get you in the shower." He walked with me into the shower stall and I adjusted the water. Yep, get this man soapy clean. Then some tricks.
He let me wash his furry bod. Seemed a bit drunk, but not too bad. Washing his cock and balls were fun. I washed his trench, too. I sort of turned him around, got down quickly, and parted his furry butt cheeks.
"OK, this is what we call Brown Nosing!" and I licked his trench.
"FUCK!" he yelled out. It echoed in the halls.
Then I rimmed him. Yeah, baby. Tasty clean butt. Love it! I reached around and stroked his cock a few times.
He moaned like a bitch. Wow. Made my dick hard as rock. I don't think he'd even noticed it. That's OK. He didn't notice the bottle of famous lube, either.
I spun him around, and inhaled his cock. He squirted almost spontaneously. Big load. I hardly tasted it. He was panting really hard. I backed off and stood. Mission accomplished. Still not as good as a long weekend romp, but slut that I am, satisfying.
He came back to reality. I noticed his cock was still hard. Nice.
"Well boss, maybe you'd like for your employees to complain about fucking them. Now's your chance!"
It took a significant amount of time for that message to hit his brain. Then his mouth opened wide but no words came out. He was stunned!
"Holy shit, I can't be fucking employees!" he said. I smiled and grabbed the lube off the shelf and coated his still erect dick with it. Then I turned around, and YES! I backed up on it. YES.
"Sorry boss, looks like I'm fucking you. Just take it, mmmmK?"
For the first minute, I did all the work and it felt pretty good. Then suddenly, he started grabbing my hips and boning me. I grabbed my rod and wanked hard. I was gonna shoot, whatever happened. I was determined.
"Fuck this is hot. Kathy NEVER let's me fuck her in the ass!" he yelled out.
"Yours for the asking, boss. Gets kinda lonely at night in here." He pounded me harder. It was easy to figure out when he was going to squirt by his groans, and then he did. Yeah. Brad Bred. I stood and launched wads across the stall. Damn. Ah, to be bred well, twice in one night! Woweeee!
He was wiped, but I washed him up well and dashed to get him a towel. He half-staggered back to the table where his clothes were. I started getting dressed. He did, too. Finally, he seemed back to Old Brad. I walked with him outside.
"That was fucking amazing, Joe. Are you sure this is OK between you and me?"
"It's just sex, boss. We'll have other arguments, but this is just sex, man." He nodded.
"And if she sucks your dick and tastes my ass on it, well, what's good for the gander is good for the goose."
"Careful of what you're sayin'," he says, weird smile on his face. "she just might like that."
I watched him walk up the hill to the lodge. Two upstairs lights winked out. Then I saw the snowflakes. Damn.