Date: Tue, 11 Oct 2011 07:28:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: RedDirt Writer <reddirtwriter@yahoo.com>
Subject: Wrangler Butts 1

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I saw a bumper sticker one time that said "Wrangler butts drive me nuts."
Of course, it was some country girl driving the pickup that had it. But
still, a sentiment that I could relate to. Fortunately being a grad student
in an Ag school provided me with more than enough opportunities to see hot
guys in tight Wranglers. Jean fashions can come and go but country boys in
wranglers never change. It wasn't just the butts that I enjoyed either, the
jeans showed off their package nicely too! But it wasn't until Mitch came
in one fall that I really appreciated the great job that those jeans do for
a cute ass.

I was working in my tiny office. Not happily since I had been told that
morning that I was going to share my crowded space with another graduate
student. So I wasn't in the best mood when I hear.

"Hey, how are you doing today?"

I look up and standing in my office door is my favorite wet dream. He had
the required tight wranglers with a nice full bulge in front, baseball cap
on his head, fitted t-shirt that was still damp from working in the Texas
heat. The short black hair and nicely trimmed sideburns made my cock jump a
little. I realized I still hadn't said anything as I took in the dark
stubble on his face and the coating of hair across his forearms, yes
definitely jack-off material. Then he lifted his arm to push back the hat
and exposed his pits and their fantastic crop of curly black hair, dripping
sweat. Oh god!

Finding a little bit of sanity I finally reply.

"Hey, I'm good. How are you doing? You the new student working with
Dr. Koch? Damn it's a hot day to be moving in!" I smiled and hoped that my
throbbing cock wasn't showing since I could tell it was throbbing and
pumping out precum just from his musky scent.

Realizing I had again slipping into my fantasy, grinning and staring, with
way too much staring. I extend my hand to him "Oh sorry, I'm Darrin"

Gripping my hand like a vice he smiles and says "Great to meet you
Darrin. I'm Mitch and yeah, I'm Dr. Koch's new grad student."

I motion back over to the other part of the tiny room "That's your
desk. Want some help carry up the rest of your stuff".

"Hell yeah, I'd appreciate the help!" he grabs my shoulder and
squeezes. His hand feels like fire on my shoulder, fire that flowed
directly to my throbbing dick. I start shoving things off my desk, hoping
my dick will soften some before I have to stand up. Finally having done
everything I can to stall I push back my chair and look up at him.

"Sure, lets grab your stuff. It's not going to get any cooler so we might
as well get it done". As he turns to go I could have swore he smiled a
little as his eyes raked across my still partially swollen crotch. As I
follow him out to his pickup I couldn't keep my eyes off his tight round
ass that is so well packed into the wranglers. But he does have a ton of
crap to move in. Once we finally get it all carried it through the Texas
summer heat into our shared office we are both soaked with sweat and
smelling ripe.

Looking over at my wet dream "Shit you did have a lot of crap. And I'm
fucking soaked with sweat now. I smell like a high school locker room too".

He smiles at me and then reaches down and grabs the mostly dry tail of his
t-shirt and pulls it up to wipe his face, giving me a great view of his
hairy stomach. Dark black hair fanned across his tight stomach with a sexy
thick treasure trail surrounding his navel and then plunging into his
jeans. I felt my cock jump and pump out yet another dose of precum. I knew
I had to get out of here and get some relief or my cock was going to unload
in my jeans.

Mitch smiles, showing perfect white teeth framed against his tanned face
with a sexy scruffy "Sure, thanks for the help. It would have taken me a
hell of a lot longer". He takes another swipe at this face as I grab my
backpack and practically run out the door.

"Yeah man, no problem helping. But I gotten get home now so I'll see you in
the morning."

I barely remember the trip to my apartment. Squeezing my cock and thinking
about that hard, hairy belly and those white teeth. Slamming the pickup in
park and rushing through the apartment, stripping as I go. By the time I
fall onto the bed I'm down to my white socks and my throbbing
cock. Gripping my slimy, granite hard cock I start slowly stroking. Knowing
I wasn't going to last long I slowly long stroke my steel hard dick. The
sloppy sound of a wet cock assaults my ears as I close my eyes and picture
my wet-dream office mate. After two or three strokes I feel my load boiling
from my full and aching nuts. The guttural moans escape my lips as my over
stimulated cock starts pumping out the biggest load of cum, ever.

Slowly stroking my cock as it recedes to a much more relaxed state I
dreamily look at my semen covered chest. Taking my free hand I start slowly
smear my hot cum over my chest, matting my chest hair with my fresh
load. As I float in a post-climax euphoria I start to wonder how I am going
to survive spending so much time with my hot dream man...



This is my first attempt at writing for Nifty. Any comments or suggestions
would be welcome. reddirtwriter@yahoo.com