COWBOY UP 1

Author: catdude
Title: COWBOY UP 1
Date: 23 October 2004

Mike could see his goal now, he marked the tree that would serve as his finish line and pushed himself hard the last 30 meters, his legs pumping hard he reached the tree and leant against it and caught his breath, then started to stretch so as to avoid the build up of lactic acid in his muscles. He was wearing shorts a loose white T, now drenched in sweat, a cap pulled on backwards and sneakers. He slumped back against the tree to wait for his legs to stop feeling like they where made of jelly, also to stretch out the time between now and when he had to head back to the camp.

Mike had grown up in the country, he luved it but he wasn’t really a country lad, while all the other kids had been happy to don wide brimmed hats jeans and bad plaid shirts he had been more of a shorts and t-shirt kinda kid. His parents had sent him to boarding school after home schooling him through his junior years so that he could get a decent education, he had fit in much better to the city life and had managed to work out his unusual sexual desires with a few other of his dorm mates, after school he had gone to uni and was currently still studying. Of course he went home once or twice a year and this was one of the obligatory visits, the annual three day rodeo held on the property next door to his parents, he figured that since his parents where on the committee for the rodeo he wouldn’t have to see them much and he liked to perv on the cowboys. However his object of desire was also his tormenters, the fact that he wore anything aside from bad plaid shirts and tight jeans set him out in the crowd, the constant jibes about his cap his baggy jeans and sneakers had gone from bearable to unbearable in the first hour of the first day, now the afternoon of the second day he had gone for a run to get away from it all.

I was well out in the scrub area now, there where very few camps out here and anyway everyone would be at the main arena watching the finals of the calf scruffing, this was why when someone behind me said ‘nice sprint there, bet your buggered after running across sand.’ I nearly soiled myself, I spun around and there was a fucking hot cowboy standing there he must have been walking up the road when I had been coming across the flats. I swallowed a little embarrassed at being caught leaning against a tree panting drenched in sweat. If I am going to be seen by fucking hot guys I like to look semi-fuckable myself, ‘Yea well, good to have a bit of a challenge every now and again.’ I got up and turned to head back towards his camp but since I had gotten up so suddenly and was still a little jelly legged,  I felt pins and needles shot through one of my feet and then felt it turning in under me and down I went, FUCK! Suddenly a strong tanned arm was helping me up, great this was consistent with my luck all weekend so far, I felt my ears burning in embarrassment and I mumbled a thanks and went to flee or at least hop quickly back up the track, and put as much distance between me and this guy as possible, but the arm held on, ‘hey now, you better sit down for a minute or two, you don’t wanna fall over in front a ute now do ya?’ he flashed a wide cheeky gin at me and my legs felt jelly like again but for very different reasons he wrapped his arm round my shoulders and steered me down the road it happened so quickly that I was caught of guard, ‘my camps just round here.’ He said as he headed for the scrub on the side of the road.

Sure enough his camp site was barely 10 meters away tho hard to see because it was positioned well behind some trees. I sat down on a log pulled over near the fire and vigorously rubbed his ankle to get rid of the pins and needles so that I would be able to be off as quick as possible ,I was so embarrassed, here I was dressed in daggy clothes probably beginning to smell and I had just fallen over in front of a complete stranger, no wait worse then that, a very hot complete stranger and to top it of had been at the receiving end of pity, I  was furiously wishing I had never come home or that the earth would open up and swallow me. When no such thing appeared to be about to happen I glanced around the camp while feeling slowly returned to my treacherous foot, fairly low key camp set up, ute parked not to far away, swag rolled out in the back, horsebag beside the ute overflowing with stuffed in clothes, esky beside the bag which my good Samaritan was now bending over, I paused and watched this sight, country fashion may be a oxymoron but there is a lot to be said about those tight levi’s over those bubble buns, and not only that, this guy was fucking hot as all hell, brad shoulders normal waist which I find a lot hotter then thin waisted guys and more common as well, his arms where fucking huge and I felt my cock twitch a little at the memory of how easily he had lifted me up off the ground, then go limp again as the humiliating circumstances of our meeting flooded back again. He straightened up and turned and I quickly looked away to make sure that my not so subtle perving wasn’t noticed, he handed me a coke and sat down next to me with one. I opened it and took a long drink from the can more to avoid having to talk to him then because I was thirsty. Eventually I took a break and he slipped a question in, ‘hows the ankle? I’m Robbie by the way’ I gave what I hope was a relaxed grin however it probably passed as death rigor at best, ‘yea will be fine, pins and needles almost gone, I’m Mike, so how did you end up camped out here?’ he shrugged ‘rocked up this morning and all the placesto the south of the arena had been taken and all the ones to the north on the river had been too, so I headed out here where its quiet.’ I nodded as he spoke, ‘this is your first time here isn’t it?’ he looked surprised, ‘yea how did you know?’ I flashed a grin that this time was more relaxed since I had managed to catch him off guard, ‘well people only wanna camp south of the arena once since all the holding yards are back there and the smell and dust is a bitch and all the places to the north by the river are reserved for the ‘old families’ or people who have been around here for a looong time.’ He nodded “ah ok that makes sense, those camps look like they have been around for a while, yea I heard about it when I was refuelling in the last town and figured, why not, its on the way to the place I just brought so I figured I would swing in and see what it was like, been having a blast so far.” I sighed inwardly a true country lad, I figured I’d ask some non-committal question scull the rest of my coke while he answered then head off, nice to meet ya catch ya round yadda yadda, head back to camp grab my bag and jump in the nearest tray back and head home, usually my parents brought all the station traybacks with us so that if anyone needed to head home they could without inconveniencing anyone, most of the workers came in their own cars or utes or hitched a ride with one of their mates in theirs but one or two would no doubt miss their rides back and need to take one of the station one back. I had had enough of this place and wanted to get home, “so where were you heading up from?” he leaned back and I quickly started to gulp my coke down, ‘just came up from Sydney, brought a small hobby farm around this area, broke up with my boyfriend a little while back so I decided to hear up here to get away from it all for a while.” My last mouthful of coke went down the wrong way at the mention of boyfriend and I coughed, he gave me a grin, ‘yea I’m a fag, don’t tell anyone ok?’ he laughed and I suddenly lost all interest in trying to get away quickly, ‘no worries dude, if you promise not to tell anyone I am to.” He gave me a lazy grin and didn’t seem to surprised, I guess I kinda stuck out a little from the country crowd around me. ‘yea I sort of thought you might be, and figured even if you weren’t you wouldn’t be telling many people that you where helped up after going ass up in front of a gay guy.” I blushed furiously at the mention of my little fall and quickly changed the subject.

We chatted about being gay in the country, swapped first experience stories, usual stuff, me being so open about things like this with a dude I hardly knew may seem strange but I am a very forward lad when I want to be. “So Sydney huh? Have been meaning to save up and head down there for a fun weekend, check out some of the more interesting gay clubs.” He asked what I meant by interesting exactly and I replied I was referring to the leather bars. He gave me a funny look and asked if I was into all that sorta stuff, I shrugged and gave my usual answer when I suspect I may be dealing with someone who is not that I like sex to be fun so am into a lot of things. He grinned and got up and walked over to his ute and grabbed another bag out of the back and swung it on the ground and gestured me over with a grin, I was got up and wondered over he unzipped it and my heart skipped a beat as I saw black shininess inside, he grabbed a item and pulled it out I noticed it was a rubber shirt, I had played in some rubber gear before and found it fun, however it was hard enough to find dudes into leather in Townsville where I went to uni let alone rubber. My cock however was fine with any sort of kink and started to grow in my tiny running shorts and since I wasn’t wearing any undies it was fairly obvious, Robbie laughed at the site of my growing bulge, “well by the looks of things you are defiantly into rubber, and not wearing underwear, so maybe you should get into this,” he reached down and grabbed something and tossed it to me, I caught it reflexly, it was a rubber jockstrap, my cock sprang to full attention at the thought of girding my loins with this, I went to tug my pants down (no shame I tellz ya) but Robbie stopped me, ‘whoa, slow down there buddy, I prefer the look of rubber under denim, and don’t take this the wrong way but you could use a shower.” I flashed him a grin, “no probs, wanna come hang at my camp till I am ready?” he nodded, ‘yea I will wait there till you get back from the communal showers’ (another great thing about the rodeo, big communal showers) I shook my head, “no need, remember those old families I mentioned? Well I am part of one of the oldest, our camp has its own shower.” He gave me a look, ‘ah so that’s how you know so much about the rodeo.’

Back at our camp he looked impressed, he had good reason, in the older families you hardly roughed it, the camp area had its own shower and toilet block (communal showers sound fun till you get communal athletes foot or share cold water with the community.) its own coldroom (stuff with beer, what else) and about 5 caravans down by the river where there where kids jumping off the pontoon. I thought the idea of sleeping in a caravan on a camping trip was stupid, so I had my swag rolled out near the campfire, plus there was the off chance that someone would come back so drunk they wouldn’t remember who’s swag was who’s and end up in mine with me. I grabbed my jeans and a tight black-t and tucked the jockstrap into my towel and smuggled it in. After a quick wash down I grabbed the jock and pulled it on, it was a fairly tight fit the waist band didn’t feel like it was cutting into my flesh tho so I wasn’t to worried, as soon as the smooth black rubber covered my smooth shaven cock and balls my cock immediately tried to get hard but the tight shiny material prevented that from happening. I slipped into my jeans and T and gelled my hair into spike’s I should get away with that a lot of the younger ringers where doing it to, so I shouldn’t cop to much flak. I walked back out where Robbie was chatting to some people at the campfire seeing as our camp is back to back with the camp of another old family there are always plenty of strangers and visitors around, and Robbie in his hat boots levi’s and shirt didn’t stick out in anyway unless you counted the fact that he had about three times the muscle mass of the other guys sitting around, a lot of the chicks had noticed to. I squeezed down next to him on the bench and he winked at me, it was just starting to become late afternoon and a lot of people where rocking back up at the camp and sitting around the fire was practically a tradition so I had a good reason to be squeezed right up against him as everyone tried to squeeze onto the benches round the fire. Soon a lively conversation was going and everyone was cracking open their beers and UDL’s Robbie spread his arms behind him and leaned back on his hands on the bench it would have been impossible to see in the flickering firelight but he was gently stroking my ass with the thumb on his right hand. I couldn’t wait for everyone to take off to the bar and disco, tho the term disco was a loose one, once you have seen people line dancing to aqua songs you loose faith in humanity.

On cue someone piped up that it was to dull round the fire and they should head to the pup, the murmur of agreement went around the ‘dull’ crowd of about 50 people, and everyone started to move, this would be when Robbie and I would slip off quietly to a comfy swag somewhere, however to my surprise Robbie grabbed a beer from a esky and announced he was ready for some time at the bar, I stood up and made to wonder off but he was beside me in a instant a friendly but muscular arm over my shoulder, in a low tone he murmured, “not so fast mike I wanna keep a eye on that jock.’ He flashed me a wink and I gave him a small smile, ‘no probs buddy I will go slip it off wait here a sec’, I tried to shrug off his arm and head towards the toilet, no biggie, slip him his jock and settle down to do some reading near the fire to wait for him to come back, and probably kept company by the usual rabble of drunken chicks who came in and tried to talk me into coming to the bar, I knew it rubbed a few of the guys in the camp up the wrong way that the chicks payed me a lot of attention I coulda told them all it took was a little thing called pride in appearance instead of wack ‘good’ hat on head and announce your spiffed up. However that arm was like a steel bar, ‘nuh I want the person wearing it in my swag later and I may be a little to drunk to find you later.’ I was flattered however I had no intentions of standing around a open bar all night surrounded by a few hundred loud people, I tried to protest but he just talked loudly to some of the guys next to me and kept a chummy arm over my shoulder, no one commented, it was obvious that Robbie was just friendly, he couldn’t be gay cause he was a big muscular country lad, guys like that weren’t gay right? Yea and the moon is made of green cheese.

I couldn’t really get out of it without making more of a scene then I was comfy with so I just let myself be led, I could just slip back to camp later when he was distracted if he was the true county lad I suspected he would be he would get so blind he would have no idea what the fuck even happened. Its almost comical to watch the guys in camp waking up in the morning and looking down in shock at the butt ugly chick that had been hot stuff last night. I knew of a true case where the dude just packed his ute and came back four days later to see if the chick had left his swag, she had, but in the river.

I sighed as for the fourth time I was thwarted from escape, I was beginning to get a little annoyed with Robbie, he had positioned himself next to me and me next to a corner of the bar in front of a beer sign so I wasn’t asked if I wanted anything but the press of bodies trying to get to the bar meant that I couldn’t go forward a pole behind me ment I couldn’t go back and Robbie was proving that I wasn’t going to be able to push past him either, each time I tried he positioned himself so that I would have to make a very obvious push past him. I had tried to make my way forwards once but he had turned slightly and a hand no one saw snaked down and firmly grabbed the back of my belt and gently but with no hint of negotiation dragged me back to my spot. I was getting annoyed and also horny, he glanced down at me every now and again and grinned he knew he had me trapped there and there was nothing I could do, the asshole was enjoying it. I sighed and tried to ignore the drunken chick bellowing for a rum and cock at the bar next to me, the only saving grace was that because of the press of bodies I was often able to rub up against Robbie and a sneaky hand gently stroke or squeeze areas, it was turning him on which was a problem for him cause of the tightness of his jeans which meant he had to adopt the typical country stance of one hand in pocket with the thumb sticking out and one hand holding the beer, the bulge caused by his hand in his pocket concealing the other growing bulge. This would have meant I was free to slip by except the fat chick had taken up a permanent post at the bar and I was well and truly trapped, out of sheer boredom and vindictiveness I upped my assault on Robbie. My cock trapped in its tight prison was rock hard by the subtle power play going on and the fact that no-one was the wiser. I didn’t bother trying to get a drink I don’t drink, lowered inhibitions in a homophobic environment is never a good thing.

It was about 3 in the morning when Robbie tore himself away from the group and I followed relived to be finally free of my corner Robbie staggered along and I tried to keep him pointed in a straight line and prevent him from walking in front of cars weaving their way past, we passed two parked trucks and anyone following us would have seen Robbie apparently stumble to the left dragging me along with him into the shadows between them. Before I knew what had happened I was firmly trapped up against a truck his body pinning me against it, fuck his body was like a rock, hard and muscular, he lowered his head ‘I’ll teach you to be such a fucking little prick tease cunt!’ he murmured in my ear and then his lips where pressed against mine and his tongue slipping into my mouth, I should have noticed that his breath didn’t smell much of alcohol, I should have wondered at the ability of a apparently legless drunk to execute a stumble that put us between the two trucks hidden in shadows so neatly, I should have noticed a lot of things, but hindsight is always the vision with most the clarity. Plus the fact that a tell muscular cowboy had me pinned up against a truck and was kissing me while stroking my groin that was trapped in a tight rubber jock clouded my mind a little. Then just as quickly we where suddenly back on the road it might have looked like I was supporting a very drunk guy but the reality was a suspiciously sober man for the amount he had seemed to have been drinking was steering me towards his camp, his arm clamped round my shoulder like a immovable barrier and whispering how much he was going to enjoy getting me in his swag in my ear kept me in a sort of surprised daze.

In no time we where back at his camp and he pressed me back against a tree and kissed me again, fuck this guy could kiss, you saw those deep eyes looking into yours as he slowly moved forward and pressed his mouth over mine, he unbuckled my belt while he kissed me and popped the buttons on my 501’s to reveal the shiny black jockstrap I was wearing I looked down and admired it to, he was dead right there is nothing in the world that compares to the site of a pair of open jeans revealing a shiny black surface beneath, the buldge in the strap grew noticeably bigger and for the first time I got a good look at his cock outlined by the tight denim of his jeans, it seemed he was a big boy all over, it looked like a good ten inches of meat and thick where trapped under that denim, I couldn’t wait to get it in my mouth and ass. I moved a hand to undo his fly however he stopped me, “strip” he moved back a little allowing me to stand up straight and I quickly pulled my shirt off kicked off my sneakers and stepped out of my jeans (the reason I like wearing baggy jeans, easy to get naked quickly) I stood there hopefully and he nodded that I should remove the jockstrap as well, I bent over and began to wiggle out of it a little disappointed I had been hoping he would ride me doggy style with the strap still on. When I straightened up he smiled kissed me with another fucking awesome kiss and gently pushed me towards the ute and his swag, when we got there however I noticed that beside bundled up near the head of his swag was a pile of rubber, if you didn’t know better or just glanced at it quickly you may assume it was a tyre tube or something but I knew that that mass of thick rubber would have to be one of two things, a one piece suit or a sleep sack. He grabbed a part and gave it a shake and my suspicion was confirmed as the sleep sack unrolled, I took a half minute to admire it, my hard cock swinging in front of me as I was held by a sexy cowboy, it was obviously thick rubber, lots of straps where on it and the zipper up the middle I noticed more then one zip so obviously whoever was tied in it would be able to have their cock accessed without being freed. ‘jump in mike, there is nothing I luv more then unwrapping a sexy lad from a sleep sack then rolling him into my swag.’ I jumped at the chance, I jumped up into the back of the ute and noticed that the tray was lined with a thick rubber mat, we had these in all the trays of the Toyota’s on the station, I luved hosing the backs out while barefoot on the thick rubber, I laid down on the sack surprised at how soft it was with the combined thickness of the sack and the tray protector, it was fairly dark in the campsite the only light coming from the dying fire, as I slipped my arms into the sleeves on the side and Robbie bent over me I caught a glimpse of his expression before the brim of his hat cast his face in shadows he seemed to have a expression of extreme satisfaction on his face. I would think back to that moment in the weeks to come and kick myself. He zipped the sack up my head was poking out the top, I could still move a little, it was however fairly tight and I knew that if the straps where done up the person in it would not be able to even twitch. Robbie was up near my head I glanced up to get a look at him but he pulled the hood built into the sack over my head just before I saw his face, I held my breath till the hood was in position, there was no mouth hole or eye holes and two small breathing tubes that where now filling my nostrils which a strong sent of rubber and I felt my cock stir against eh rubber of the sack even tho I was already rock hard. The hood also seemed to be especially rigid around the jaw it felt like it had been reinforced in that area, I tried to wiggle my jaw and found while I could achieve a little movement the hood prevented the person from opening their mouth at all and the tight rubber pressing down on my mouth meant that I wouldn’t be able to make much noise at all. That’s when the strangeness began I felt a tightening beginning at my feet and slowly working its way up, I was a little confused then realised it was the straps being done up, this struck me as odd cause it would take a while to get all the straps done up, seemed like a lot of effort to go to when he just intended to unzip me and roll me into his swag and fuck my brains out. But it was his fantasy I supposed so I tried to lay as still as I could while he did the straps up so as not to make the task take longer. When finally I felt the last strap tighten around my upper chest I gave an experimental wriggle, just as I had suspected I could rock from side to side slightly but any movement beside that was impossible, the sack even made it impossible to bend my knees up or try and sit up. I felt the ute bob as Robbie got out of the back, no doubt to strip, I hoped he left his boots and hat on, knowing it was a cowboy fucking me was all good and fine but props played a big part to. I waited and waited, I tried to wiggle a little not out of discomfort the sack was actually very comfortable. But out of impatience I had been waiting hours surrounded by drunken idiots my cock trapped in a tight rubber jockstrap never getting soft. I had been the pillar of patience but I wished he would hurry it up. I counselled myself to be patient just a little longer, he may be changing into some hot rubber gear. I listened as hard as I could but the hood seemed thick so I doubted I would be able to hear him even if he was right beside me.

I tried a little wiggle, I knew that my perception of time would not be terribly accurate but there was no way it should be taking him this long to strip and get changed. Suddenly I felt something thump down on one side of me, from the size and softness of it as it pressed up against me my guess was it was his horsebag, then another thump on the other side, another bag I guessed, I couldn’t remember another big bag at the camp but that didn’t mean there wasn’t one, I dimly heard and felt various other things thumping into the back of the ute. I was wondering what the fuck was going on, also another smell was mixed in with the rubber smell in my nostrils, it seemed very familiar, like something you smell every day but don’t notice until you smelt it in the wrong place. Then I nearly pee’d myself as I felt the engine of the ute start, and then motion.

Robbie tilted the brim of his hat back a bit, and smiled to himself, it had been a fair bit of work but worth it, how many opportunities literally landed at your feet? He had thought at first the kid was just a dumb horny young guy then he had found out he was actualy fairly intelligent, he had needed to play this one out a little, he was a good catch he wondered what his chances at catching him when he wasn’t horny and a little more alert, probably zero. He glanced down at the tightly packaged sleep sack one last time before he covered the back tray of the ute with the thick rubber tarp and tied it down. He couldn’t wait to get at that body, just how he liked it, the kid had the classical slim build, he had seen and felt tho that while he was not muscle bound everything about him was firm and hard, he kept himself in shape, and that cock! Robbie grinned as he imagined what fun was in store for that 9 inch monster the kid had.

The ute left the rodeo grounds in the early hours of the morning and disappeared in a unwitnessed cloud of dust. HEY GUYS I WILL BE CONTINUEING WITH THE HIPPY BUSTER SERIES HOWEVER THIS STORY HAS BEEN STUCK IN MY HEAD FOR A WHILE AND I NEED TO WRITE IT OUT, THE FIRST PART IS A LITTLE WORDY BUT ACTION FOLLOWS SOON I PROMISE, ITS BASED PARTLY ON A TRUE STORY, I DID ACTUALLY FALL OVER IN FRONT OF A GUY THAT HOT AT SAXBY (name of the rodeo) ONE TIME IN THOSE EXACT CIRCUMSTANCES AND HE DID HELP ME UP AND WE CHATTED BUT THAT WAS IT, THE REST IS WHAT I WISH HAD HAPPENED :)