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Date: Fri, 22 Dec 1995 09:48:39 UTC
Subject: Jack Black and the Wrangler  (MM)
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Jack Black and the Wrangler--The latest Jack Black Adventure

   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. 


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