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 The following posts are reposts of stories that I have gleaned from the
Internet through the years.  I have given credit to the author if one
still remained after multiple postings. Most contain graphic sex between
consenting males.

If this subject matter offends you or is in violation of your community
pornography standards, you should leave this group now. If you are under
the age of eighteen, the law says you shouldn't be here.

Under United  States law (Telecommunications Act of 1995) it is illegal to
knowingly transmit sexually explicit material to minors .  The author is
transmitting this story solely for the entertainment of adults.
 









HARD ON "HOOLIHANNING"


by Bud Cramer



In rodeo cowboy lingo, "Hoolihanning" means to jump a steer in such a way
that the head and horns of that frustrated critter are driven straight
down into the ground. And as a rodeo wrangler that's exactly my own
approach to plowing into the appetizing asshole of another wrangler. Some
well-hung buck gets his shanks and arms on all fours, then I ride his ass
so fucking hard his head is driven into whatever happens to be under him.
It's the rough and tough play that gets me off everytime.

What with making almost eighty rodeos to qualify for the national finals,
the love life of today's rodeo cowboy isn't all it's cracked up to be as
far as romance is concerned. Hell, you hardly got yourself time to take a
healthy crap. But in the strictly dick department, not one of us can
complain. Our minds are as broad as the ass end of a steer rearing in a
cowpoke's face. So broad-minded we think nothing at all of banging each
other's butt for a good fuck when the occasion calls for it. We rodeo
wranglers call it sportsmanship. And contrary to popular belief, we sure
as hell don't hold it against any horny rodeo jock who's hot to suck his
ass off on some hard cock. Quite frankly, I'm not adverse to letting my
own mouth lasso a mean, long dong myself. No siree!

I'd had my weathered eye on a new kid on the circuit ever since he'd roped
a calf in San Antonio and walked off with a purse. He'd won another one
riding a bare bronc in Houston,  and everyone was waiting to see how he
would fare down here in Tucson. It was the annual La Fiesta de los Vaquers
Rodeo, a big event for Tusconians, with some mighty sweet purses to
attract us old pros.

Now I had been eyeballing that kid's big basket as thoroughly in the
chutes as other cowboys were eyeing and appraising the roughstock they
would be pitting their skills against. That new kid's bulge was big. So
fucking big he had to spread his legs in a real wide "V" for more ball
room whenever he perched his own ass on a chute to assess any mean
opponent he might be drawing for the bull riding event. This category took
plenty of guts and skill, and everybody predicted he'd probably cook his
goose royally.

They had been right, too. That first evening at the rodeo grounds, the new
kid, named Rex, was thrown from his bull in three seconds flat. He hadn't
sweated it out for the qualifying eight. And while he wallowed in mud from
an earlier drizzle, the rodeo clowns lured that mean-tempered animal from
trying to trample the kid's ass into hamburger. When Rex finally limped
off to the showers, I managed to already be there soaping down. My wild
bronco had given me a good taste of that same mud.

"Tough luck, kid, you drew the meanest damned fucker on the circuit," I
consoled him. "A good kick in the balls from that Brahma bastard would
ruin you for life."
 
Rex grinned ruefully, cupping his big rocks protectively at just the
thought of some bull's horns goring them to shreds. "Yeah, I guess that's
the breaks. I sure would hate to loose these babies." One strong, callused
hand still clutching his nuts, he stepped into the shower next to mine and
turned it on.

I'm a persistent bastard. "Yes siree, I can see you got yourself a right
nice set of cock-rocks there, cowboy."

He reddened slightly, cupping one big paw to show how those babies could
firm and squirm in their hairy ball-sac. "They sure as hell haven't seen
much action lately," he complained. "Those nuts are so full of soup
they're ready to boil over."

"Mine are in the same sad shape," I admitted quite frankly, hands cupping
my own soapy suckers in case he might be interested. That sixth cowboy
instinct told me he could be, then he became overly busy soaping at all
the mud while the longest cock I'd ever eyeballed on any black or white
stud dangled between lithe, brawny-haired legs. That was one hunk of
horsemeat I definitely would like to lassoe, I decided. We were the only
two left in the showers, and that same initial instinct told me the kid
was waiting for me to vamoose so he could pump some of that soup from his
rocks. So I decided to stick around and see if I could encourage that
explosion.

My own rodeo rod didn't need any urging to get itself ripe and ready, and
I started lathering my crotch in earnest. Warm, soapy strokes had it
rearing so excitedly I had trouble keeping it hidden, just in case the new
kid wasn't cooperative when it came to a little shower wrangling. Rex had
rinsed all that muddy crud down the drain and was busy concentrating on
his own cock. I could see both his lathered hands fisting it while he
soaped the whole length thoroughly and lovingly. And when he pulled the
fleshy foreskin back to swab around that big, bell shaped crown for any
dried pre-cum cheese, I damned near had myself a shit fit. Mighty partial
to big cockcrowns myself, I swear that cowpoke had himself one beauty big
enough for the record books. That dickknob alone was enough to fill any
man-sized mouth.

Just then the new kid's eyes clashed with mine, and he couldn't help but
notice how I was licking my chops just looking at that big mushroom he was
nursing. Then he caught a good glimpse of my own boner twitching and
jerking like all hell, big gooey gobs of suds streaming from the slit like
the beginning of some gigantic shoot-off. He flushed brick red again but
never flinched from any embarrassment.

"I guess we're both in the same fuckin' fix," he remarked, still fisting
both hands up and down that long dong.

"You got it just about right, pardner, I admitted. Then my jaw gaped so
wide it almost locked on me. Most cocks as long as his only get hard, but
the rod Rex boasted not only was swelling fatter, it was stretching longer
as both fists continued soaping it. "Shit, kid, you must have poked a lot
of holes with that whopper!" was all I could think of when our eyes
clashed again. "Any chick would have to own a cow-sized cunt to take that
horse cock."

His head nodded. "Most of them can't even give me any sizzlin' head in
their mouth, let alone take it in their cunt. Shit, I usually have to
settle for a hand-job," he told me, busy doing just that.

Now that the ice was finally broken, the hot rodeo hunk made no bones
about pumping some lusty action on his power-tool of a prick. Sizzling
strokes on it required both of his fists as his muscular body rippled an
instant response when sensitive nerves began tingling. My own cock is a
two-fister too, and we both pumped slow strokes while admiring one
another's meat. Occasionally, the kid would push the foreskin up over that
big bellcap and throw his head back to drink in the feel.

"Sonovabitch, I never jerked on my joint with another wrangler before,"
the kid finally admitted. His cock whopper was kicking like a frisky colt
when he abandoned it briefly to go after some action with his big balls.

That was the opportunity I'd been hoping would knock. Hell or high-water
piss couldn't have kept me from feeling that gigantic greasejoint. Every
fucking jerk was an urge to merge with my hot fist. And when I eased my
way into his shower stall he didn't say one word. His glazed eyes were
still hypnotized my own rod rearing high above my belly button. "I gotta
cop myself a feel of that mother fucker," I rasped.

Rex nodded his head and tossed me an old rodeo expression. "Go ahead and
hook my doggie, Cowboy, he's all yours for the takin'."

"Damned it I don't," I replied, both hands fisting that burning poker.

More deep shudders rippled through his body at the feel of my hot fists
blanketing his boner. "You got a right nice touch there, pardner," he
complimented.

"How about my fucker finding out if you have," I hinted.

The hot wrangler hesitated, then he gripped my gooseneck so firmly in that
powerful fist my whole crotch began squirming for some feisty strokes. And
when he obliged with long, sudsy pumps, every pore of my mean hide
goosebumped like hot coals in hell. I pushed his long shaft against a
hairy belly that was as taut as a washboard, and I couldn't believe that
bulging vein underneath. It was surging like a damned river, oozing
pre-cum that gushed from the long lips to slither an oil slick all over
his wiry stomach.

"Start some more strokes sizzlin' me, pardner," the kid requested in a low
growl. I could tell he was on pins and needles to keep that thread of
continuity tightening.

"No doubt about it, kid, we'll have to start calling you the kingpin of
the cowpokes," I declared. Then we settled down for some hot,
gut-wrenching whacks on each other's whopper.

That hot rod of Rex's couldn't get enough of my sudsy fists whacking
all-consuming strokes up and down the whole burning length of his stem.
The kid was gasping like a horse in heat as his slippery pumps matched
mine stroke for stroke. I was lusting like all hell for some fancy
hoolihanning in his asshole, but I decided it would have to wait until
this wild young stallion had been tamed. In the strictly dick department,
he obviously was a novice.

When I stopped pumping to play some country-western on his taut rocks,
that cowpoke almost shot his ass through the roof. Following my example,
his big paw reached to play a tune on my meatballs, and I swear every cell
in my body curdled to a crisp. My nuts are so fucking sensitive that
electrical tingles ignited a fiery path stretching all the way up to my
male-nips. And when I poked a finger into his hairy asscrack to feel that
warm asshole lurking inside, Rex cut loose with a long, prolonged howl of
animal delight. That told me right then and there my cock would be finding
a new nest to crow in before we ever kissed Tucson adios.

I lassoed his big boner again to mash some more whacks and discovered he
was ripe to explode a shoot-off I could hardly wait to witness. Those
hairy basketballs had pulled up to clutch at his cock's base, so I plunked
one hand into his rear gulch again, while I used the other one to let 'er
rip with strokes so fast they became blurred motion. That rope wrangler
let out a howl loud enough to wake the livestock next door, but I'll say
one thing for him, he kept right on pullin' a beat on my pipe until I'd
reached the same state he was in. It became a contest seeing which cowboy
could shoot the most cum. The kid had a regular geyser spouting from his
cock slit--arms and legs flailing in that steady stream of water while
white-hot pellets were just as prolific as every pore in my fucking body
sizzled and steamed a gutsy climax.

When his raging storm finally died, the cowboy had a grin on his face as
wide as I ever did see. "Wow, you sure as fuck know how to make a cowboy
shoot his gun! I ain't felt that good since some chick in Houston gave my
cock a bubble bath in champagne.

I winked at him and slapped that appetizing ass. "Now that you've been
broken into the ways of rodeo wrangling, my tool's gonna give your asshole
the real treatment the next time."

That wide grin splicing his face never even faltered. "Ah, reckon it's my
pleasure, pardner." Then he added a stipulation. "That is, providin' you
offer my boner your own bunghole."

My own smile did falter at that proviso; I couldn't imagine any backdoor
big enough to take that horse cock. So I hedged with a wisecrack. "You can
try to give it your best shot," I promised, with another wink.

The next evening, the kid was slated for saddle bronc riding, and he'd
drawn the bucking horse of the year, Ride A Wreck. I don't know whether
his steamy jack-off session had been the necessary incentive or not, but
Rex scored a 78-point ride, the best of the evening. When he dismounted
from that cantankerous critter and onto his feel flat without faltering,
that crowd of Tucsonians roared their approval. Rex was so elated he threw
his cowboy hat into the crowd.

"I knew that fucking buck bronc would be a cinch," he told be on our way
to my bunk at a nearby motel. We'd skipped the shower this time. "I grew
up going after wild mustangs in New Mexico, and you gotta dismount flat on
your feet to catch one."

"You still have to sweat another Brahma out tomorrow night," I reminded
him.

Rex gave my ass a powerful whack and laughed. "I'll get some practice
riding this big bull-butt," he kidded.

Back at the motel we squatted our asses on the bunk while sucking on a
couple of brews and nursing each other's hot cock. We were about to
consummate our butt-fuck agreement, and the kid could hardly wait for his
roundup in my rear slot. Not until I had my chance at hoolihanning his hot
hole first. Fisting that pulsing pole, feeling it throb and twitch in my
moist hand while Rex held a death-grip on my hard dick had us both
breathing like two stallion studs in heat. I had half a mind to try and
take his long tool in my mouth when I could feel his puckered asshole
surging hot signals for entry.

"Jesus Christ, you got yourself a hot slot back there tonight, Kid," I
told him, poking a finger so far inside his firm buns that he bounced off
the bed.

The kid gave me one of those fetching grins, "Not half as hot as my cock's
gonna make yours," he reminded.

When that ripe wrangler got on his shanks and arms on all fours, I licked
and lapped his ass until every hair was flat. It was as smooth as a baby's
buns and as hot as flapjacks on a griddle. Then I buried my head in his
deep gulch to go after the flavor in there. My tongue rimmed around that
sphincter until Rex was bucking like a wild mustang, and when I curled it
inside and reamed for more juicy tanginess, he was moaning exactly like a
whore full of big boner. "Shit, Bud, burn my insides with your hot
porker," he finally panted.

"The pleasure's all mine, cowboy," I told him, salivating wads of spit on
my meat and mixing it with the generous pre-cum already oozing.

When I first eased my big cockhead into his swollen manhole, it tried to
reject my meat, but I kept plowing against the odds while Rex grunted and
groaned from the pleasure of so much pain. Then I gave one helluva lunge,
and I'll be a sonofabitch if all my cock wasn't buried deep in his small
tunnel. It was almost as long as his other whopper, all that warm
tightness blanketing my boner like a moist, not mouth sucking me off. God
did he feel good back there!

When I began socking it to him that cowpoke wriggled and jiggled his
asscheeks for more leverage like he was an old hand at butt-plugging. Each
thrust plowed me in deeper until I was climbing his ass and bucking and
humping for all hell like he was a steer being hoolihanned. We both
whooped and hollered like the last roundup while my balls slapped his ass
with each fuck. Then I socked it to him with one over-powering plunge, and
my cock set his channel on fire with white-hot cum creaming him a river of
prick pudding that began seeping out his pucker.

"Now it's my turn." The kid was gloating, so hot with expectation that
pre-cum was dripping like silver threads from the long lips of his
piss-slit.

I don't mind admitting I was so smitten with the ex-range rider by this
time that having him fill me full of that monster was bound to be more of
a treat than any painful treatment. I couldn't resist, and Rex seemed real
pleased when I ovaled my mouth around that big mushroom for a sweet taste
before it mashed into my asshole. His salty pre-cum had a right tangy
flavor, but then the cowpoke pulled out to go after my asshole.

He mimicked my example, his mouth suctioning around my rear ring to
sample. I couldn't believe he was doing it! His tongue was hesitant at
first, then it began licking and lapping with warm, moist eagerness to
savor all the raunchy flavor. Delighted, I mashed my ass in his face so
his tongue could probe deep into my pucker. He curled it inside like an
old pro, and I swear to God he was in so far he could lick my sensitive
prostate before he finally pulled out so his cock could take over.

I assumed a position wrapping myself over the damned bunk, and immediately
Rex took careful aim at my steaming sphincter nest. Believe you me, I
summoned every fucking ounce of reserve to relax so that python of a prick
could snake its way into my turd-tunnel. The kid went at my asshole with
the same dedication he displayed at the rodeo grounds. I was so fucking
full of hard flesh it was like I was seeing stars as his hot horsemeat
kept plowing on and in further.

Rex was ecstatic. "I'll be one God damned sonofabitch; I can't believe
you're taking all of my cock!" he gasped, driblets of sweat dripping from
his forehead onto my back.

Every fiber of my body felt ready to explode into shreds, and more painful
pleasure had me seeing still more of those bright stars. Then I became
real fucked-up dizzy and could faintly hear Rex giving another triumphant
yelp of pleasure. I actually could feel his thick bush scratching my
asscheeks. He was in all the way, and I was being gorged by the goodness
of his full cock stuffing me. I could feel that hard meat scorching my
whole interior with its intensity. What a sensation! Every pore of my body
was a goosebump zapping electricity between both of us.

"I could come right this minute without moving a muscle, you feel so
fucking good in there," the kid declared.

"You wanta stay inside of me forever, you go right ahead, cowboy," I
gasped.

Slapping my back playfully, he started his cock lumbering in and out like
an army tank, each deep thrust shooting him straight to the stars as he
growled his pleasure. Then he gathered impetus that had me wracked with
more painful pleasure as he worked himself into a frenzy for his
shoot-off. When he gave one final, forceful lunge, his body was like a
furnace setting my whole ass on fire. Then I felt his searing wads of cum
burn into my insides until I thought they were going to pour our of my
mouth. It was a damned good thing I wasn't competing the next evening.
When the kid finally pulled that prick out, I could hardly walk.

No worries to nag me over my own competition the next evening had me
fretting my ass over the kid's performance. He was downright bull-headed
and jackass stubborn to try another Brahma, and he'd drawn yet another
mean bastard to ride his ass into the dust. "You take fucking good care of
those family jewels," I cautioned, in a low voice while we were shaking
hands for good-luck. I did a doubletake. His hands were like ice.

He gave me a cocky wink. "You can have another roundup with them tonight
after I place," he bragged. Then he was off to the chutes and that
shit-ass of a bull I swear could breath fire.

By God, the kid actually did it. That greenhorn around the circuit
actually stayed on Xantua the whole eight seconds. I was watching him
perform just outside the stands, and everyone of those mother-fucking
seconds seemed like a year ticking slowly by. Then the kid really pulled a
stupid assed trick. Talk about cowboy cockiness. All his brains must have
gone to his balls because he stayed right on that critter two seconds
longer before getting his ass tossed into the air. And before they could
get to him, the Brahma was playing football with one of his legs.

I was so fucked-up mad at the kid for being piss-ass stupid enough to stay
on that bull that I didn't even go to the hospital for two days. Then I
placed in the bare bronc riding with 82 points and decided to pay him a
visit so I could brag. Of course the fact I had a big hankering to see the
owner of that king cock had nothing to do with it. No siree!

"What the hell took you so long, pardner!" was his greeting.

"Any rodeo wrangler plum stupid enough to pull your act doesn't deserve
spit," I told him. He was some sight. The leg the bull played ball with
was in traction and both arms were in slings.

"Hell, pardner, I'll be out of here in two weeks, just in time for a good
go at them critters in Albuquerque," he told me.

"They really got you hog-tied good in here; how's your cock holding up
without so much attention?" I asked slyly.

"It damned well ain't. I've been a regular beater on Junior everyday, and
you'll have to admit this sorta crimps my style."

"Well ain't that one damned shame," I observed dryly.

"You right sure your hands aren't itchin' to play my a tune on it,
pardner?" he hinted. "I swear I'm so fuckin' horny I'm ready to ask on of
those hot-cunt nurses for some action."

"I might be interested, buddy,"

The kid had a better idea, "How about you big mouth instead?"

We both watched as that monster began stirring to life underneath his
hospital garb. It swelled fatter and longer until generous pre-cum was
drenching a big spot above his belly button. When I finally lifted the
gown with trembling hands, that big dick reared like a flag pole to
breathe free of confinement. Syrupy liquid of expectation was glistening
the purplish cocknob as the long stem twitched and kicked above a tangled
bush of nest-hair. Eyeballing that sensuous sex-organ had my hormones so
fucking hot my heart was pounding like a damned jackhammer.

"Go ahead, pardner, that fucker wants your mouth to talk to him," the kid
urged, his hips flexing for his cock to jerk in my direction. "Lasso him
like you did in the shower."

"I'll have to work him in real slow-like," I decided.

I jacked the fleshy foreskin over the crimsoned cockhead, and more clear
liquid oozed like a stream. After rolling my tongue over the spongy
surface of that giant mushroom, I urged the cocknob into my mouth and
sucked it while pumping the long stem. Then I let my tongue lick up and
down that pulsing vein underneath while all the kid's male odors steaming
from his crotch had my nostrils flaring with excitement. He sure smelled
mighty good down there! When I licked that hairy, wrinkled sac hanging
real low, and then took his nuts into my mouth one at a time, the kid
gritted his teeth to keep from howling and alerting the hospital staff.

"Oh, yeah, that feels so fucking good, Bud, keep chewing on my rocks," he
muttered softly.

This time when his cockhead was in my mouth, I took a gut-wrenching breath
and kept sucking the shaft deeper, laving that veiny shaft with spit to
encourage further entry. Finally it was deep in the back of my throat, the
spongy head nuzzling my tonsils. I almost gagged at first but kept that
fucker in there because his hardness stuffing my mouth felt so fucking
good.

Giving him some frothy, sizzling head wasn't easy, but I kept that cock
gliding in and out of my oral opening, every mouth muscle working like all
hell to keep me face-fucking his dick delight. The kid's whole body was
quivering so violently it shook the hospital bed when he gave me a load to
feast on. Rich, creamy cum that just kept on coming to satisfy my
tastebuds need for more of him.

When I thrust my own cock in his face for some satisfaction, the kid
balked at first. "I ain't never licked a dick before," he protested.

"Mine tastes mighty good, buddy, do it for me," I begged.

"Okay," he finally agreed. "But I'm only doin' it for you, pardner!" And
he's been doing it ever since!