Date: Sat, 5 Jan 2002 08:09:20 -0800
From: roverzone@mac.com
Subject: Jeb an' Zeke/Rural/Parts One and Two

JEB AND ZEKE
By Rover c 2001

PART ONE

Zeke's only been gone a day, but it feels like a week.  The place is so
quiet, and the bed's so big and cold when he's not here.  And I get damn
ornery when he's gone.  Everything just bugs the shit out of me all day
long.  But the moment he walks back through that door, and smiles that big
fuckin' grin at me, and crushes me in his arms, and I feel his cock pop to
life inside his jeans, and he runs his tongue all over mine, and then he
leans back a few inches so he can give me that deep gaze that tells me I'm
the number one man in his life, well, suddenly everything's right with the
world.

But he's not home yet, and though it's past five o'clock and I'll be damned
if I'll chop another piece of fuckin' firewood today, the sun'll still be
up for another couple hours, so Zeke may not be home for a while yet.  I
pour myself a shot of tequila, and it goes down so smooth that I pour
another, and take it out to the porch so's I can see the first sign of dust
on the horizon.  Our place is private, a small house that Zeke built
himself, with a barn and corrals for the horses, and a view of mountain and
sky that's unbeatable.  We have a truck "for emergencies" as Zeke likes to
say, but he prefers to take a horse for errands into town.

I stare up at the brown hills, roasted by summer, and down my second shot,
hoping Zeke'll appear on the road like a mirage in the shimmering heat.  As
I squint, I recall the first time I saw Zeke.  It was about six years ago,
at a powwow my old boss threw.  Hands were there from all the local
ranches.  Most of us knew each other.  Some of us had gotten frisky
together now and then, jackin' off and squirtin' loads and buttfuckin,' but
these guys were buddies and nothin' special, though we all got along pretty
good.  We were loners.  We worked hard, and bedded down by ourselves at the
end of the day.  I kinda figured that's all Life was offerin' me.

About a hundred of us were whoopin' it up at this party.  My boss's barn
was lit up with lanterns and I had spent all day sweepin' up shit and
settin' up bales of straw for benches.  Booze was flowin' and meat was
roastin', and a fiddler was sawin' away, and we were dancin' and hootin'
and actin' like complete jackasses.  I had one too many tequilas in me, and
was dancing like a wild man and howling like a coyote.  My vision was kinda
blurry but I suddenly caught the eyes of a beautiful hunk of man watching
me dance from the side of the barn.  Jesus, what a smile!  He was tall,
with reddish-brown hair and a full beard to match.  Even though he had on a
clean shirt and jeans, his hair combed and beard freshly trimmed, there was
something scruffy about him, kinda mischievous.  Like he was about to put a
frog down some schoolmarm's dress.

He was grinning and watching me.  His blue eyes twinkled under heavy
eyebrows.  His smile was even sexier when I noticed the little space
between his front teeth.  Woof.  By this time I was dancing just for him,
jumping up and down and crowing and howling even crazier.

Then - wham!  My flappin' elbow caught a guy's chin from underneath and
slammed his mouth shut.  He froze, and his eyes looked wide and tense as he
raised his hand to his mouth.  When he opened his lips, a trickle of blood
ran out.  Oh shit, I thought, and I stepped towards him to apologize.  As I
started to speak, his meaty fist sprung from nowhere and punched me hard
right between the eyes.

Now I've been in scraps before, but somehow I'd managed to get through life
without taking a punch to the face.  I ain't a violent kinda guy, and
though this punch didn't knock me down, it hurt like hell, and I just stood
there with blotches of color dancing around my eyes, completely dazed.  I
could kinda see this big fucker with blood comin' down his chin, about to
fuckin' hit me again, but it was like a dream, where everything's in slow
motion and you just stand there and can't do nothin' about it.

Suddenly I felt my body go limp and everything blurred out.  I tried to say
"What's goin' on?" but the words just never made it outta my mouth.
Someone was carrying me out of the barn.  I could feel powerful shoulder
and arm and back muscles holdin' me up.  I was set down carefully on the
ground with my back against a horse trough.  I heard the water splash, and
felt a cool handkerchief wiping at my face.  My vision cleared a little,
and into focus came the beautiful mug of the hunk who had been watching me
dance.

"You okay, partner?" he said.

"I reckon," I answered.  He grinned at me, and I fuckin' melted.  Jesus,
those eyes! "You're pretty good-lookin', for a fella."  I was drunk and
dazed and wasn't thinkin' much about what I was sayin'.

"So're you," he murmured, and leaned forward, and kissed me.  Holy shit, I
thought, this man's a dream come true.  His tongue explored my mouth and
lips for half a minute, and then he leaned back again and looked at me like
I was the handsomest man in the world.  Hot blood rushed to my head and my
face, and my ears started pounding.  I wanted to say something, but didn't
know what to say.

"You all right?" he asked.

"Yeah, I guess," I muttered.

"Can I take you home?" he asked.

"I live here," I replied.

"Can I take you to MY home?" he explained.

Jeez, of course that's what he meant.  I took a long breath.  "Yeah, I'd
like that."

He helped me to my feet.  Between the tequila and the dancing and the punch
in the face, walking was more difficult than I'd figured, but the guy's
strong arms wrapped around me tight and there's no way I coulda fallen
down.  We walked to a horse, and I managed to get up onto the saddle.
"Wait right there," the guy said, and he ran back to the barn.  In a couple
minutes he returned, and jumped up onto the horse's back, sitting right
behind me.  "Let's go," he said, reaching around me for the reigns.  His
arms locked against my body, and his tall torso allowed him to see easily
over my shoulder as the horse sauntered away from the party.

"My name's Zeke," he said softly, his whiskers brushing against my ear as
he said his name.  I could feel his whole body wrapped around me, holding
me close to him.  His breath on my neck sent electric chills down my spine,
and I felt a fire churnin' in my balls.

"I'm Jeb," I responded, turning my head towards him.  We were nose to nose,
our whiskers brushing against each other.

"I know," he smiled.

"How did you know?" I asked.

"I just had a word with your boss," he replied.  He let go of the reigns
with one hand, and slid his free hand down my chest, till he got to my
crotch, which he gave a firm squeeze.  I sighed and closed my eyes as we
rode off towards Zeke's ranch.

We rode for about an hour.  I was still kinda dizzy so Zeke helped me off
the horse and into the house.  He lit a lantern, and I could see it was a
simple, one-room place, but fixed up nice and comfortable.  I was sittin'
on a big bed with a thick quilt.  Zeke handed me a mug of water and said,
"Drink this."  I was glad to, and as I drank, Zeke knelt down and took my
boots off.

I handed him the empty cup.  "Thanks," I whispered.  He put the cup down,
looking into my eyes the whole time, and then sprang forward on top of me,
pushing me back onto the bed, and planting a big hard kiss on me.  I opened
my mouth and we got into it real deep, sucking each other's tongues and
swappin' spit back and forth.  Soon we were wrestling on the bed, turning
each other over to take turns being on top, pulling off each other's
shirts, and kissing.

I was horny as a dog in heat, and stepped off the bed for a minute to catch
my breath.  My cock was aching to get out.  "Let's get outta these jeans,
Zeke," I suggested.  He grinned and shucked off his boots.  As he lay down
on the bed to wriggle out of his jeans, I took in the sight of this
handsome man.  Lanky but muscular, hairy chest, meaty dick, fuzzy ass,
beautiful!  Give me a fuckin' fork so I can eat this fella up.  I knelt
down on the bed next to him, both of us naked, and I ran my hands up and
down his warm, fuzzy skin.  He closed his eyes and moaned softly, and his
hard dick jumped when my arm brushed against it.

"Mmm, Zeke, I just might have to taste this," I told him, and I lay down
alongside him, with my face in his crotch.  His dick was leakin' somethin'
fierce, and I wrapped my hand around his bone and put the head in my mouth,
suckin' up that sweet juice.  Zeke moaned and his cock plumped up harder
and fatter.  My lips slid down his pole and I started suckin', good, long,
wet strokes.  I could taste more of his juice leakin' into my mouth,
tastin' so good.  Then I felt the moisture of Zeke's breath and the
roughness of his whiskers against my ball sack.  He nuzzled his mug into my
crotch, and lapped his tongue around my balls and my hard dick.  I slid on
top of him and we 69'd hot and heavy for a while.

I got his ball sack good and wet with my spit, then lifted up his balls to
lick underneath 'em.  A hot trail of sweaty curls lead down to the crack of
his ass, and it looked fuckin' delicious.  I slid my tongue and beard down
the crack and licked and rubbed my fuzzy chin hard against him.  Damn if
his legs didn't start to raise up, giving me a clear shot at his puckered
little hole.  I shoved my mouth right onto it and gave it a big ol' kiss.
Zeke moaned and his whole body shook, which I took as an invitation to keep
at it.  I spread his ass cheeks with my hands and plowed my tongue into his
hole, which opened wide for me.  I sucked and ate it up like a ravenous
dog.  Man, it tasted good.  I didn't know I could ever enjoy eatin'
anything as much as this man's asshole.  I got it real wet and rubbed my
face around till my beard was covered with my own spit.

When I came up for air, Zeke grabbed me and kissed me hard, enjoying the
beautiful nasty taste of his own ass on my mouth.  He was still lying back
on the bed, and I got on top of him so I was sitting on his furry belly
while we kissed.  I could feel his poker knockin' on my back door, and felt
all at once that he'd be wanting to get inside me pretty soon.  "You got
some grease?" I asked.

He smiled, and reached over to the side of the bed, where a large aloe
cactus sat in the window.  He broke off a branch, peeled back the top
layer, and wiped a big wad of goo from inside.  I smeared a gob off his
hand and slid it into my crack, while he lubed up his throbbing fuck-stick.
I was so ready to get fucked by this cowboy I could hardly wait.  I sat
down on his cock until I could feel the head of it poking into my hole.
Then I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.  His bone slid inside me in
one long stroke, until I could feel the fur of his balls under my ass.

Zeke looked up at me and let out a sound I've never heard before, sort of a
low growl mixed with a long moan.  He took my arms in his hands, pulled me
down face to face, and gave me a long, deep kiss.  His cock began to slide
in and out of my ass, and I sat up again so I could ride it good and
proper.  Damn, I needed a good fuck, and this was just the fella to give it
to me.  I rode him good and hard for a couple o' minutes.  Zeke sat up and
laid me down on my back, swinging his legs behind him so's he could get on
top of my ass.  I lifted my legs for him, and he slid that slick, hard dick
inside me to the hilt, filling me up with fuckin' hot cowboy lust.

"Yeah, Zeke," I grunted, "Fuckin' plow my ass good and hard, buddy.  I
fuckin' need it.  Oh, man, give it to me hard, Zeke!"  He was goin' for it,
slammin' into my ass, workin' up a sweat, gruntin' and cursin' and
poundin'.  I smeared some aloe onto my drippin' cock and started beating
myself off.  Man, I was in heaven.  Zeke's grunts started gettin' intense,
and I felt myself gettin' close.  "I'm gonna shoot a load, buddy," I yelled
at him, and he was already starting to come, bellowing and snorting.  I
could feel his hot dick starting to squirt into my gut, and it took me
where I wanted to go.  His crotch was still slammin' away at my ass, and my
first couple o' shots flew right over my head and hit the wall.  I kept
jackin' at my cock, and I felt my hot jizz splatter all over my face and
chest as Zeke filled me up on the inside.  We were both yelling our fuckin'
heads off.  Glad it didn't scare the horses off.

A few moments later, Zeke collapsed on top of me, his sweat mixing with all
the cum on my belly.  As I started to catch my breath, I joked, "Now you've
done it, Zeke, you've glued us together."

"Good," Zeke mumbled, nuzzling his face into my neck.  "Cuz I ain't never
lettin' you go."

"Well, that's a nice thought, cowboy, but my boss'll tear me a new asshole
if I'm not up and doing my chores at dawn tomorrow."

"No he won't," Zeke replied.  "The only reason you have to go back there is
to grab your gear.  I told your boss you were quitting to come and work for
me."

"What makes you think I want to work for you, you presumptuous bastard?" I
fired at him.

"Just a hunch.  I'll take you back tomorrow, and you can either stay there
or pack up and come back here with me."  And that's all he said.  In a few
moments, we fell asleep, just like that.

The next morning I made my choice.  Zeke and I've been together ever since.

And I sure wish he'd get that sweet, fuzzy ass of his back from town.


	* * * END OF PART ONE * * *


JEB AND ZEKE - PART TWO By Rover c 2001

I was getting' bored starin' at the fuckin' hills, waiting for Zeke to come
back from town.  He had left Thursday morning, planning to talk to the city
about buying more acreage next to our ranch, and he knew it might be an
overnighter.

"Might have to stay the night at Matthew's," he told me, as he hugged me
from behind, humpin' my ass through my jeans as I washed breakfast dishes.

"Well I'll miss you tonight, but at least my ass will have a chance to heal
up after that pounding you gave it this morning."

"I had to give you two loads," he explained, "since I can't give you one
tonight."  He licked and bit my neck like I was made of jerky.  I could
feel his crotch getting' hard as he rubbed it against my ass.

"Get the hell out of here," I told him, "before you throw me down on the
bed and give me another one."  I turned around to face him, and gave him a
big ol' slobbery kiss.

"NOW who's gettin' hard?" he grinned at me, squeezin' my bulgin' crotch.  I
pushed him away, turned him around to face the door, and smacked his ass
with my hand as hard as I could.  "Ooh," he whined playfully, "don't start
THAT or I'll NEVER leave."

I threw his pack at him.  "Out!" I yelled, and kicked his ass out the door.
As I watched him mount his horse, I added, "Give Matthew a poke for me,
will ya?"

"Do I have ta?" Zeke complained.  "His ass ain't half as perty as yers."

"Close yer eyes and pretend it's me," I offered.

"His ass ain't as tight as yers neither," he added.

"Sweet-talker," I grumbled.  Matthew Tibbs owns several businesses in town;
a huge, friendly bear of a stud who loves seeing me and Zeke whenever we
visit.  But we don't like to leave the ranch unattended much, so usually
one of us stays home, and the other gets to drop in on Matthew Tibbs for a
"wrestle and squirt," as Zeke likes to call it.

Zeke spurred his horse and headed away down the road.  "Don't forget to
come back, hear?"  I called out.

"Love you too," he answered, and kicked his horse into a full trot. I stood
on the porch, watching his trail of dust till it disappeared around the
hill.

So here it is Friday afternoon, and here I am, dusty and sweaty, smellin'
more like a horse than a man, a little buzzed from a couple tequila shots,
and startin' in to feelin' horny.  What the hell is takin' my man so long?
I decide to clean myself up a bit.  We got hoses coiled up on the roof so's
we can take sun-heated showers, so I peel out o' my boots and filthy jeans,
and head behind the house.  Ah, there's nothing like a warm shower at the
end of the day to wash the work off of a man.  As I stand in the water and
soap up my hard, fuzzy body, I notice one of the horses is acting kinda
crazy, snorting and running around the corral.  Then I notice he's got one
big ol' hard-on, swingin' away as he trots.  Woof, the sight of it makes my
soapy dick spring to life, and I start to stroke myself, bendin' my knees,
and holdin' my balls with my left while I squeeze my soapy cock with my
right, real slow.  Marcus, the horny stallion, finally manages to mount one
of the mares, and I love watchin' 'em fuck while my cock plumps up harder
and harder.  Man, a little more of this and I could pop.  Marcus fucks
away, and finally starts to cum.  The mare figures she's had enough, and
starts to walk away, and I watch in astonishment as Marcus blows huge loads
of cum out of his beautiful horsedick.  The sight takes me over the edge,
and I pop my nut too, buckin' my hips and watchin' my jizz go flyin' around
in the late afternoon sun.

Man that feels good, I say to myself as I squeeze the last drops of milk
outta my dick.  Finally, I squirt some warm water up my ass and clean my
chute out real good.  Zeke does appreciate a clean hole.

I dry off and put on a clean shirt and a pair of boxers; it's too warm for
jeans.  The sun is starting to get low on the horizon, and I'm startin' to
get worried with Zeke so late, so I pour a fresh tequila and take it out on
the porch.  Just as I down the last drop, I see a bit o' dust kickin' up in
the distance, and it makes me smile.  By the time Zeke's put the horse into
the corral, the sun is settin', and I'm lightin' a lantern on the porch.

He closes the gate to the corral and walks up to the house, carryin' his
pack, and grinnin' his usual sweet, idiotic, beautiful smile.  He's tired
and filthy, but he's so glad to be home that he looks handsome as a movie
star.  At least to me.

"Brought you somethin'," he says, throwing his pack at me.  I catch it and
look at him suspiciously.

"Somethin' new to shove up my ass, I s'pose," I wonder aloud.

"Y'always say that," Zeke gripes.

"'Cuz I know you," I say.

Zeke wraps his arms around me and gives me a big, long, wet kiss.  "Missed
you," he confesses.

"Me too, stud," I reply.  I start to open his pack.

"Not yet," Zeke tells me.  "Let's go inside.  You sure look tasty in them
boxers, Jeb.  Too bad they's comin' right off."

I know this game.  I try to get away; Zeke chases me for about five
seconds, then catches me and wrestles me onto the bed.  I always lose this
game.  Hell, I don't even try to win.  Zeke's kissin' me again, reachin'
his hand into my shorts, and fondlin' my equipment.  His finger finds my
butthole and slides inside, makin' me gasp.  He takes his hand outta my
pants and pops the nasty finger into his mouth.  "Mmm," he swoons, "I need
me some more of that."  With one pull, he grabs my boxers and yanks.  They
tear right off.  I don't mind.  That's what I wear 'em for.

He wriggles around till his head is close to my butt.  I kneel over his
head, and plant my hole down square onto his beard.  Right away I feel
Zeke's whiskers, his lips, his breath, and his tongue, and I close my eyes
and exhale, relaxing my hole for him.  He moans into my ass and licks big
wet circles around my hole, then starts to tongue-fuck me slow and deep.
I'm in fuckin' ecstasy, and I move my hips around, grindin' my ass down
onto his face while he eats out my nice clean chute.  "Ah, yeah, Zeke, I
sure missed that hot mouth of yours," I moan.

Zeke comes up for air, and I lean down to kiss him.  He pops his nasty
tongue into my mouth.  Fuck, that ass-taste on his lips drives me wild!  I
yank off his shirt, and he rips off mine.  I try to pin him to the bed, but
he easily breaks loose, laughin', and pins me on my back.  Then he throws
my legs up over my head and dives his head down to my ass, plungin' his
tongue back into my chute and chowin' down like he hasn't eaten for weeks
and I'm a steak dinner with mashed potatoes.  "Fuck yeah, Zeke, eat out
that hot cowboy hole, buddy!  Fuck me with that nasty tongue of yours!" I
yell, clenchin' and unclenchin' my ass muscles so I can feel his mouth
fightin' to get inside.

Zeke suddenly leaps off the bed.  "No fair you being naked," he announces,
and gets off his boots and jeans so fast you'd think he'd greased 'em.  His
cock is swollen and solid, the head drippin' and pointin' right at me.
Zeke's a leaker.  When he's horny, I get an eternal fountain of manjuice.
And I love every drop.

Naked, he finds his pack and returns to the bed.  Lookin' inside, he says,
"I had Matthew make somethin' for ya."  He pulls out a folded-up piece of
fine black leather.  Matthew's a good leather-worker, so I get kinda
excited.  "What IS this?" I have to ask, unfoldin' the leather.

"Put 'em on," Zeke says, and he slides the thing over my legs and up to my
waist.  They're like shorts, only real tight, and with big openin's for my
cock, balls, and ass to hang out of.

I stand up on the bed.  "What the hell is this supposed to be?" I shout,
laughing.

"I don't know, but you sure are sexy as hell in 'em," says Zeke.  "I
invented 'em up myself.  Matthew said he'd make 'em for you as long as he
gets to see you in 'em someday."

"Well, I'm sure as fuck ain't gonna be walking down to his store in these!"
I say.

"Well if you was," smiles Zeke, "every man in town would be after your ass,
that's for sure!"

"Zeke, you are one crazy fucker," I say, kissin' him, "And I love you.  Now
come here and suck this nice piece of meat I got for ya."  I grab my dick
and squeeze it hard, pointin' it at Zeke.  He growls and his eyes and
nostrils flare.  He leans forward and takes my hardenin' dick right down
his gullet.  He wraps his arms around my hips and his hands start playin'
with my hole.  I like the feel of the leather shorts, and I can see why
Zeke came up with the idea.  My cock gets hard real fast, rubbin' against
the inside of Zeke's throat. My knees get weak as Zeke massages my butthole
deeper and deeper.  "Aw, Jesus, Zeke!" I moan.  "Yeah, fuckin' take care of
your man!"

Zeke lifts me off my feet and drops me down onto my back on the bed.  He
growls again, surveyin' me, lookin' up and down my body, chest heavin',
pantin' like an animal, decidin' what to do next.  The shorts are drivin'
him fuckin' wild.  He strokes my legs with his big hands, then they ride up
the leather shorts, up to my chest, and grab my nipples.  He massages them
for a moment, then his hands slide up my neck, till he grabs my head and
leans in to kiss me.  He sits on my belly, legs astride, and we kiss deep
and long.  He slides his ass back a few inches till it finds my upright
hard-on, which nestles into his furry crack.  He lifts his ass up and down,
letting my cock ride his beautiful ass, and putting me into a mind to fuck
the hell of Zeke.

"I need you to fuck me, Jeb," he growls, lookin' into my eyes.  "I missed
you so much.  I missed having you inside me."  He breaks off a branch of
the aloe cactus on the windowsill, and peels back the top layer to expose
the cool gel inside. He lubes up his ass and my cock, and sits down on it
in one fell swoop.  His chute is tight and strong, and it holds onto my
boner like a series of fists, squeezin' along the entire length.  I let
Zeke ride it at his own pace for a spell, then he gets off of it and lays
down on his back with his legs up in the air.  I kneel at his crotch, and
push my fuck-pole against his smooth, pink hole, and watch as it opens
greedily to pull me inside.  My dick slides in fast, and Zeke's head
thrashes from side to side on the bed as I fill up the inside of his ass.
"Fuck me, Jeb!" he yells.  "God, you feel so good inside me!  Fuck my ass!"
And I start poundin'.

His ass is so tight, so smooth, so hot.  I find a good rhythm and pump my
lover's butt for all I'm worth.  Zeke's in a trance; he whines and mutters
and closes his eyes and opens them wide and swears unintelligible oaths.  A
big, clear puddle of juice wells up on his belly, leakin' from his
throbbin' dick.  The bed creaks loudly; the headboard thumps the wall.  I
fuck him harder, and harder, and soon he opens his mouth and a long,
guttural yell starts comin' out.  Without even touchin' it, his cock starts
launchin' big white ropes o' jizz all over his chest hair.  Six, seven,
eight.  I keep poundin', Zeke keeps yelling, and his ass muscles are
rubbing my cock so powerful that I feel my eruption startin' to take over.
I grab his legs and lift them up high.  "Hey you go, buddy," I shout,
pumpin' my load up his ass.  "Here's my big ol' load for you!  Here's my
big hot load in your ass!"

I coat his chute with shot after shot, and then lean forward and plant my
face down on his chest, where his juices are splattered, and I start
lickin' him clean.  He growls a contented sigh, and wraps his arms around
my shoulders.  I wipe his chest with my face, his fur mingling with my
beard, all wet with his cum.  Man, does that taste good!  I roll off to one
side, nuzzled against Zeke, our arms around each other.  There is a silence
of breathin', relaxation, contentment, and love.

"So how's Matthew?" I ask after a while.

"Horny as ever," Zeke replies.  "He's got himself a boy in town for a
while.  Hot little bear cub.  You'd like him."

"Why d'ya say that?" I wonder.

"Fuzzy ass, hot hole, good cocksucker, great butt-muncher, and a nice hard
dick to sit on," is the answer.

"Yep, I reckon you know my tastes pretty well, Zeke.  Did you get to try
all those things with him?"

"Matthew's a wonderful host," Zeke says.  "And the boy was very obligin'.
But no matter how hot that cub was, he couldn't hold a candle to you.  I
kept closing my eyes and wishin' he was you."

"We're a coupla lucky dogs," I say, strokin' my man's beard.  "I s'pose
you'll be wantin' yer supper now.  I ain't done a lick o' cookin' yet."

"Don't care," says Zeke.  "I'm just gonna eat you tonight."