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Dude, fill me with your marlboro cum!!!

Thanks alot for the friend accept super nice of you really apprec hearing from another good man and sure hell of a smoking one at that thanks buddy

Aw man I love this profile!  Fucking hot man!

HOT STUD!
Thanks for your posts and emails
Keep em cumming!

Thanks for the posts stud! Keep 'em cummin'

not sure if you saw, but i posted myself smoking and shooting - called a puff of smoke, a shot of cum

Dude, fill me with your marlboro cum!!!

Thanks for the add. I love smokin and strokin men.

Thanks for the add - loved your fav vids

Thanks for the add, absolutely love your selections

Hey smokin men! I did not realize that you would post comments here. If I did not answer, send another one. Thank you!

Thank you for being my friend X-Tube. I hope you and your friends can enjoy my videos.

Glad you enjoyed the profile, smoker.
Would love to get off with you sometime.

Hey,

you have the best smokingvids, so horny and hot!

Great profile! Thanks for the friend request your favs and photos are great!

Dear smoking friends,
I have posted 3 more videos for 2012 for your enjoyment:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9PDAO7sWDHA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lZauIXzl ... e=youtu.be
http://youtu.be/J5KAAGd7O8U

I was wondering if you could post a video where you inhale the smoke very deeply and exhale the smoke upwards in direction of the roof.

See instructions here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UZVBeV7Xzbk&feature=plcp&context=C3ec7795UDOEgsToPDskJnnKjasVlZjzUM9jVoqUzm

At the end you can see some of my inhales/exhales

Other smoking videos can be found in here:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xzRrtFEcTu0
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OGTayfCRj-4
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EVb1Kb6mVrY
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZHroSgqW4e4

Exhaler

thanks for the add!

lets all smoke more in 2012 !!

thx for added me, wanna smoke and stroke with you

hey m8, thanks for u'r request an thanks heaps for putting my stuff up on u'r fav's, really appreciate it........luke

Glad to friend you, smokestud!

wowww, delightful to have you here with me. i love smokingsex, spit, piss, cum, precum, ever! thx for the friend request...

Thanks for accept me as your friend, man.

Hey, Bro!...let´s smoke together!...do u have skype or msn?

Yeah, it´s always time for an Xtube smoke stroke!!!

Thanks for friending me! Love having my friends be cool studs into the smoke fetish scene , smoke stroking, and smoke sex ....just like me!

HELLO, THANKS HAPPY SMOKE

Hey bud, it's been a minute...been thinking about another smokin vid..any suggestions...you are the authority I'm sure;;:P  Peace out man.

Thanks for your comments videos! I'm happy that that pleased you! That incites me many to make them! (sorry for my english...I'm french!)

I don't smoke cigs anymore, sorry.  Just the occasional cigar.  Hot cigarette smokin' guys do turn me on though.

Thanks for favoriting my vid! Cheers!

Thanks for the add.....love the smoking dudes.....

Marlboro Country

by Wayne Bracford

Travis was a rough and rugged cowboy from the get-go. Working on a ranch in Montana since a youth, he had experience and common sense when it came to cattle and horses. Always wearing leather chaps, Wranglers and spurs, he knew instinctively how to handle a good Quarterhorse during round-ups. His hand-tooled leather belt was fitted with the bareback riding award buckle he’d received at the Bozeman Rodeo. Being a no-nonsense type guy with short-cropped dark blond hair and a quarterback’s body, he epitomized the Western cowboy. He looked like he could have walked off a “Marlboro Man” shoot. As it turns out, he did smoke Marlboro Reds.

I met him when I applied for a job at the X-Bar ranch. I’d been working as a part-time cowboy for my dad for years, but being nineteen, it was time to get away from home and be on my own.

The want ad read, “Please write to ‘Travis,’ c/o X-Bar Ranch, Bozeman, Montana.” After getting a reply from him to come up the next weekend for an interview, I packed my belongings and saddle in my ’93 Chevy pickup and hit the road for the X-Bar. It was a long drive from Boulder to Bozeman, but I drove it straight through. I followed the map as I drove out of town on the two-lane highway. After finding the turn off, I drove down the long gravel road and through the open iron-gate entrance. I parked the Chevy near the main house, slid out from behind the wheel and surveyed the spread. The huge main house was built of large Ponderosa Pine logs, as were all the out buildings except the redwood barn. Everything about the operation was neat, tidy and clean. Small plots of blooming flowers sprouted up along the whitewashed fence rails. It was a well-kept place. This rancher had some money. Seeing a four-wheel drive Ford pickup parked at the barn door, I walked over and found Travis in the barn unsaddling his horse. I quietly walked into the barn.

Watching him from behind, my heart skipped a beat. About five-foot ten, this cowboy’s broad muscular back tapered down to a small waist and a perfect set of ass-cheeks: small, tight, perfectly round and muscular. It looked as if his Wranglers could barely contain them. The right back pocket of his jeans showed a small worn circle about the size of a can of chew. His thighs were thick and perfectly matched to his ass, but he was a bit bow-legged, probably a result of years in the saddle. Fringed, leather chaps were cinched tight around his legs. The long abundant fringe cascaded to the straw-covered barn floor. The silver spurs on his manure and mud-covered boots sparkled in the sunlight streaming in from the huge open barn door.

I hollered out a weak “hello,” and as he turned around, I caught my first glimpse of my new boss. My cock felt a rush of blood and then a tingling I’d never had before. Travis was an intensely handsome and masculine-looking man of about thirty-five. My eyes were drawn to his Wrangler jeans and, looking at the prominent bulge in his crotch, figured he was hung like his horse. His dusty black and battered cowboy hat was pulled almost over his eyes as he squinted against the bright sun streaming in. He looked intently and suspiciously at me as I walked over. With a slight frown and in a deep masculine voice he said,

“What can I do for ya?”

“I applied for the job as a hand,” I replied.

“What’s your name?” he asked, as I shook his hand with a firm grip.

“It’s Clay.”

“Oh, yeah. Clay, from Boulder, right? What kinda experience ya got?”

“I’ve worked on my dad’s ranch in Colorado since I was a little kid,” I managed to spit out. “I know how to rope, ride, spit, drink, smoke, fuck and curse like a buttfucking sailor. I can do almost anything you ask me.”

“If you know how to do all that, you’re my man,” Travis replied, as he spit a wad of Copenhagen juice on the barn floor. He huffed as he lifted and then hoisted his saddle up on the rail of the horse stall. He took the bit of the bridle and led his stud out of the back barn door and loosed him out into the corral.

I didn’t know what else to say. I was too distracted looking at this vision of manhood to make any small talk. Travis had an amazing and endearing lopsided smile that could melt ice. His dark tan from working out on the open range accented his piercing blue-gray eyes. Smooth shaven, classically handsome and square-jawed, he was definitely a “man’s man.” His white long-sleeved shirt was almost see-through. He wore it with the sleeves all the way to his wrists, even though it must have been ninety degrees that day. I caught a glimpse of his muscular chest and arms. Dark chest hair poked out of the top of his buttoned-up shirt. The hard work on the ranch had made his sinewy and muscular body into a manly specimen. I felt my cockhead getting sticky as I watched him intently. He moved his leather-gloved hand to his crotch. Rubbing at his zipper, he started to arrange his considerable package. As he spread his legs a bit to get comfortable, he continued to arrange himself as he looked at me and said,

“Bein’ in the saddle all day can make a man’s balls sore. S’cuse me while I get my stuff rearranged here.”

“Uh, n-no problem,” I managed to stutter. It looked as if he had plenty to rearrange.

I tried not to, but couldn’t help stare at his crotch as he finally got adjusted, took off his gloves and folded them under his belt. I know he saw me staring at him, but he didn’t say a word about it. He had a pack of Marlboro Reds that showed through the left front pocket of his white western shirt.

I had a pack of Camel straights in my front pocket and he must have noticed. My father and grandfather smoked Camels and I followed in the tradition. Dad had let me start smoking when I was fifteen. He figured since I was working like a man, I should enjoy some of the manly benefits.

Travis pulled his Marlboros out of his front pocket and shook one out, offering me one.

“I see you smoke Camels,” he said. “but you ain’t a real cowboy unless you smoke Marlboros. If you’re gonna work on this fuckin’ ranch, you’ll have to switch to Marlboro Reds.”

“You ain’t a real man unless you smoke, period,” I replied.

“Ain’t that the fuckin’ truth? I’ve been smokin’ Reds since I was sixteen and they’ve

never let me down yet. I’ll be goddamned if they didn’t grow hair on my chest. When you work in Marlboro Country, well, Marlboros are the only brand to smoke. Don’t let any other son of a bitch tell you any different.”

I grabbed one out of his pack and he shook one out for himself. He grabbed his cigarette out of the pack with his teeth and slipped the bright red pack back into his front pocket. Pulling his battered Zippo out of his tight Wranglers, he fired it up and lit my smoke. I couldn’t help but notice he glanced at my crotch as he lit my Marlboro. He then lit his own and took a long drag, inhaled deeply and held the smoke in his lungs. Exhaling faint and measured clouds from his mouth with every breath, he said,

“These are the best fuckin’ cigarettes in the world, and I’ve smoked a lot. They feel great going down and have a great taste when you exhale. I like full flavor and these do the trick. When you’re out on the range all day, they help settle you down a bit.”

I watched his expanding chest intently as he took another long drag, filled his lungs and exhaled another cloud. I couldn’t help but notice he had a pair of rock-hard pecs. His large prominent right nipple strained against his tight white snap-buttoned shirt, while the Marlboro pack covered the left one. I was starting to get stiff, so I reached down and started to arrange myself. He watched me tug and fondle my package as I took a long drag, exhaled, and with my cigarette relaxed and dangling from my lips, said,

“If I’m gonna work here, I’ll be glad to switch to Marlboro. Only seems right, me bein’ a cowboy and all.”

“Fuckin’ straight, son. You chew, don’t you?” he asked as he spit another wad on the floor. “If you don’t now, you’ll need to learn. Sometimes we run out of smokes on the roundup. Copenhagen helps smooth things over.”

Smiling slightly he continued,

“I’ll try you out tomorrow to see if you know how to, what is it- ‘Ride, rope, spit, smoke, drink and cuss like a cocksuckin’ sailor’? I wanna see if you’re man enough for this job. You’re up at five a.m. Have one of the horses saddled up and ready. Tack room’s over there. We’re gonna move some cattle from the upper eighty to the lower. You can put your stuff in the bunkhouse over there. I’ll be over after I close up the barn.”

I walked over to the log bunkhouse and walked in. There were two beds in the room separated by a small table topped with an old antique kerosene lamp. One of the beds was neatly made. An open carton of Marlboro Reds lay sideways on the old pine table. The other bunk was a bare mattress on an old dusty brass frame. I threw my stuff on it and started to unpack. Travis walked in as I was starting to hang up the few work shirts I owned in the empty closet near my new bed.

“You can do that shit later, Clay. It’s suppertime. Wash up a bit and then we’ll go eat.”

We walked up a flower-bordered path to the main house for a dinner of steak and beans. The owners of the X-Bar, John and Millie Lasiter, were generous with food for their hired-hands. Travis told them I was the new hand and would be broken-in the next day. After finishing off the apple pie, we politely thanked them for the good supper and walked back down the path to the bunkhouse.

“Time for a relaxing smoke,” Travis said as he removed his hat and we went in. He took out his pack of Marlboros, shook one out for me and then one for him. He reached into his jeans pocket and produced the Zippo. After lighting mine, he lit his, snapped the Zippo shut and after a deep drag said,

“These are better than Camels, aren’t they?”

“Yeah, I think so. I won’t have any fuckin’ trouble getting used to these.”

We sat down on our bunks as we each continued to smoke. Travis pulled out a pair of old stained and chipped coffee mugs and a quart of Jack Daniels whiskey from his footlocker. He poured us each a generous splash. Slamming down the Jack in one swallow and then clamping the Marlboro between his teeth, Travis pulled off his boots, stood up and stretched.

“Time to hit the rack, Clay. Tomorrow’s an early mornin’ and we’ve got a lot to do.”

As Travis stood up, I saw the outline of his erect cock against his tight Wranglers, looking like it would break right through the zipper. He unbuckled his belt and popped the top button of his jeans and then unzipped most of the way. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. His thick brown pubic hair looked smooth, soft and dense. He slowly unsnapped his white shirt and laid the pack of Reds on the table between our beds.

“Help your self,” he said as he laid the pack down on the open carton. “Don’t want a man to be without some smokes. We’ll go into town tomorrow sometime and get another carton or two. I go through at least two packs a day, and with you aboard, it’ll make at least three a day, right?”

“Better make it four, Travis. I’m used to Camels, so I’ll probably smoke more Reds. I’ll pick up a carton of Camels just for a change for us once in awhile.”

“Good idea. I’ve never had a Camel, but I’ve always wanted to try one.”

Travis stubbed out his smoke in the ashtray and then slipped his shirt off revealing light brown silky-looking hair matted against his sweat-soaked chest. His large round nipples looked hard and erect. After removing his shirt, he wadded it up and threw it in my direction, passing over my head and onto a clothes hamper on my side of the room. As it flew by, I was hit by the overpowering smell of his scent. The scent was a mix of musky man-sweat, Quarterhorse and Marlboros. My dick started to get harder, even though I tried to think of something else, I couldn’t ignore him; or his smell.

Grinning and lighting another Red and then the kerosene lamp, he looked over at me:

“You’re not gonna sleep in those goddamned clothes, are ya?”

“Fuck, no. I’m just slow I guess. I don’t feel like sleepin’, but I s’pose I oughta try.”

I nervously stood up to take off my shirt. I had a raging hard on and didn’t want him to see it, but I couldn’t hide it either. I decided, to hell with it. Travis looked over at me as I was unzipping and didn’t say a word as he looked at my fat seven-inch erection straining against my white boxer shorts. My hard throbbing cock was pushing up against the material. I could hardly contain it. There was no mistaking I was excited. I slipped my jeans completely off and threw them at the foot of my bed.

By this time, Travis was unzipping his jeans completely. He let them fall down to his ankles as he revealed a rock hard, thick and veiny uncut eight inches of prime man-meat. His cock danced up and down as he contracted the muscles. He gave me a serious stare with his sparkling blue-gray eyes. His gaze was penetrating. We locked eyes for more than just a few seconds. I drank in the intense lustiness of his stare as he grinned slightly and finally shook the Wranglers completely off. He picked them up from the floor and swung them over his head like a lasso. With a final flourish, he threw them on his footlocker at the foot of his bed.

Travis was standing in front of me not six feet away, buck naked with an enormous cock as hard as granite staring me in the face.

“You know,” he said, “you don’t have to wear clothes in the bunkhouse if you don’t want to. Riding out in the saddle all day in the heat will make you wanna strip your clothes off when you get home. We’re both men and there’s never any girls around, so a swinging dick out in the air is normal around here. Looks like you got a nice dick to show off anyway. Don’t be modest.”

He stuck his cigarette in the side of his mouth, sucked and inhaled and then let the smoke escape from his nostrils filling the room with more sweet Marlboro smoke. His cock was at full attention. Locking eyes with me again and with a lusty smile, he reached down with his left hand and grabbed his cock at the base. He took his other hand and pinched the end of his long and thick foreskin. He pulled the hood back and revealed a wet, glistening pink mushroom head. He took the tip of his cockhead with both thumbs and spread his piss-hole wide. Long strands of clear sticky pre-cum started to stream from his dick and fall to the wood plank floor. His balls were almost as big as Georgia peaches. I was getting breathless as I was about ready to shoot my wad any second. I finally got the nerve and pulled my boxers off releasing my seven cut inches to the open air. Travis smiled as his eyes twinkled. Looking intently at my pole said,

“Looks like you got a nice thick dick, Clay. I’ll bet you’ve pounded lots of pussy with that thing.”

“I was gonna say the same thing about y-yours,” I stammered. “Looks like you could bore a hole clean through anything with that monster,” I said, as I nervously reached for the pack of Reds on the table. With trembling hands, I shook one up out of the pack and grabbed it with my teeth.

Travis picked up his Zippo from the table and stepped over to me.

“Need a light, cowboy?”

“As a matter of fact, I do,” I replied.

He flipped open the lighter and thumbed the flint wheel. I heard the slight “thump” of the flame igniting the fuel-soaked wick as he lifted it to the tip of my smoke. He then snapped it shut and threw it back onto his bunk. He came closer and our hard cocks touched head-to-head. I started to shiver a bit.

“You got a real hard on there, cowboy,” he said as he grabbed my manhood and squeezed.

I took the first long drag on the Red, grabbed the filter with my thumb and middle finger and pulled it off cupping my hand over the burning tobacco and put my arm down at my side. I felt the warm smoke of the burning leaves climbing up my arm. I opened my smoke-filled mouth and snapped the smoke back down my throat and deep into my lungs. I let it all back out through my nostrils in long and thick nose jets.

Travis’s cigarette was still dangling from his lips as he said,

“You really know how to smoke, cowboy. You’re a real fuckin’ man and a real fuckin’ cowboy if ever I saw one. You’re gonna fit right in here.”

He released his grip on me as he took the last drag on his smoke. His wet cockhead had smeared clear pre-cum drops on mine. He moved away, turned around and put out his Marlboro in the ashtray. I couldn’t help but gawk at his perfect hairless ass. Smooth, white and shiny, his ass-cheeks were two perfectly round globes. I wanted to stick my nose up those cheeks and stick my wet tongue far into his ass. His smooth and broad back above his waist was ripped with muscles and dripping sweat. The sweat rolled down the small of his back and disappeared into his tight crack.

He turned, and with his immense erection moved back over to me and said,

“I’ve never had a Camel, but I’d like to try one,” he said as the last of the Marlboro smoke came out from his breath.

“They’re over there, under my shirt,” I nervously said as my cock got even harder and my piss hole started to drip with a vengeance.

“I want to taste it from your mouth,” Travis said as he came back over, took the Marlboro from my mouth and replaced it with a fresh Camel.

“What do you mean?”

“I want you to take a big drag without inhaling, open your mouth wide and let me put my open mouth over yours and I’ll suck in the smoke. Smoke always tastes better when it’s drawn fresh from a man’s mouth.”

I was about ready to pop. My cock was twitching at the thought of Travis opening his mouth on mine. I noticed his cock was jerking up and down and dripping beads of sticky cock-juice. He absently reached down and pulled his foreskin back. With his Zippo cocked open, ready to fire up, he came up to me with his chiseled hairy chest and pressed his hard pecs and nipples against my smooth chest. Our dicks were rubbing against each other and I could feel the wet pre-cum from his piss-slit cover the head of my throbbing rod. He lit my Camel with the Zippo and I took a long and deep drag on the unfiltered cigarette. I kept the smoke in my mouth without inhaling as I was told and then opened up wide. Travis grabbed my waist and pulled me closer. He quickly opened his mouth and locked it over mine as he put his hand forcefully behind my head and pushed my mouth hard against his. I could feel his wet tongue start to caress mine as I felt him suck up the Camel smoke out of my mouth into his lungs. He held the smoke for a second and then exhaled back into my mouth. I greedily sucked the cool smoke down and exhaled it out of my nostrils in great clouds. We kept our mouths locked for a minute while our tongues intertwined. The taste of the tobacco was almost too much for me. I felt myself ready to cum again. He was rubbing his cock against mine and flexing his hard pecs against my chest. He rubbed his day old beard stubble on my lips as he aggressively started to fuck my mouth with his tongue. Our mouths tasted salty from the rivers of sweat rolling down our foreheads. Travis reached down, grabbed his cock and slid it between my legs and pulled it tight up under my ball-sac. As he thrust it all the way forward, it stopped just inches away from my ever-loosening pucker-hole. He started to move it back and forth from the bottom of my ball-sac to the back of my tightening thighs.

“I need another taste,” Travis said as I took another long drag off the Camel.

I opened my mouth wide again and he placed his open and willing mouth over mine as I felt him suck out the smoke, hold it a second and then release it back into my mouth. I hungrily inhaled his man-smoke and released it again through my nostrils as he pulled off my mouth.

“These Camels are pretty fuckin’ good, cowboy,” he said as he pulled back. It’s different than a Marlboro. Lay down on your back on your bunk.”

I did what I was told. I laid back with the still burning Camel in my right hand. I flicked the ashes on the floor. Travis got on top of me and spread my legs apart with his hands. He put his hard, throbbing dickhead up against my tightly puckered hole and started to rub against it. My ass was ready for plunging. I’d never been fucked before, but my gut juices were flowing and leaking out on my now open crack. Seeing my juice, he thrust his cock deep into my waiting and slippery hole. As he shoved all eight inches up to the hilt, the pain was overshadowed by the ecstasy my anus was feeling from this hot cowboy’s cock sliding in and out of my manhole. He started fucking me slow and deep as he said,

“I want another lungful of that Camel. Take another deep drag and then open your mouth again.”

I took a huge drag from the unfiltered smoke and opened my mouth. He quickly clamped over my open mouth with his. I felt smoke being sucked out of my mouth. He blew it back out as his tongue started to fuck my mouth forcefully again. The smoke taste was overwhelming. I hungrily swallowed his saliva and shoved my tongue against his. As he fucked me slowly, my cum started to rise. Travis continued to move his hard cock in and out of me as his huge balls banged against my sweaty crack. My guts felt like they wanted to suck all his man-juice out of his balls and into my bowels. The thought of Travis’ spunk up my ass was almost too much. I took another deep drag from the Camel as he opened his mouth again for another taste. He continued to pound my ass as we smoked the last of it. I put the Camel butt out in the ashtray. While still in me, Travis grabbed a Marlboro from his pack and lit it with his Zippo. Looking down at me said,

“Open your mouth wide again,” he said as he stuck the Red between his wet lips and took in a long draw. “It’s time for a real man’s smoke.”

I opened my mouth again and sucked down Marlboro smoke from deep in his mouth. I felt the hot smoke starting to pound my lung tissue like a sledgehammer. I let it escape through my mouth again as he pulled back a bit and stuck his nose into my mouth to get the last of it. He continued to fuck my ass slow and hard. I was starting to get sore, but I didn’t care. I wanted his big cock in me as long as possible.

“I’m gonna pound your young tight ass until you’re sore. I’m gonna fuck you this hard every night and you’re gonna take all the cum I can give you. My balls get full of jizz and they need to get drained every day.”

I was starting to loosen up and began pushing my ass back against his cock. My gut juices were flowing and his cock slid easily in and out. He opened his mouth and placed it over mine as our tongues went into deep battle. The tobacco flavor was intense and I felt my cum, again, start to rise out of my balls.

“Don’t you fuckin’ cum yet,” Travis said over me as he continued to push his hard fat eight inches into my hungry hole. “I want one more Marlboro before I shoot your pussy full of warm cowboy cum from my big bull nuts.”

He lit another Marlboro and we exchanged hot smoke again. His manly tobacco and potent sweat smell assaulted my senses and I started to get dizzy. He continued to pound his rock-hard rod in and out of my sore wet hole. I wanted to get all his cum, so I clamped my ass muscles down over his cock to give him a tighter fuck. I lifted my legs and wrapped them up around his waist as his manhood continued to slide in and out. He started to bite and suck my nipples and lick the sweat off my chest as he continued to pound me. The man-scent of his wet dripping armpits and the Red smoke was all it took to start me cumming. As I started to shoot, Travis let out a groan and then his body started to convulse. I felt his cock-juice shooting out in long spurts up my ass and into my warm, waiting guts. His cock pounded my hole harder and harder as his bull balls emptied their load into my hungry ass. My dick started to shoot loads of cum in long and thick ropes onto my stomach and almost up to my mouth. He continued to thrust deeper to get all his juice up my guts. I could feel my hole being drenched in cum. His cock moving in and out of my tight hole now made a wet, squishing sound. I felt his warm juice start to leak from my hole and dribble down my crack onto the sheets. The earthy aroma of cowboy spunk drifted up to my nostrils and I inhaled deeply. Both our chests were covered and smeared with my jizz.

I felt his cockhead pull back, but he stopped short of pulling it all the way out. His hard mushroom tip was resting in my entrance. My hole was burning in pain as I felt it stretching my anal sphincter muscles. I gritted my teeth and groaned. He reached down and grabbed his cock tightly at the base. With his strong hand guiding it, he shoved his cockhead sideways hard against the side of my anus. He rammed it sideways again on the other side of my sphincter and continued ramming it sideways back and forth. He slowed down, stopped, and then shoved the whole thick shaft up to the hilt and back into my warm, waiting bowels. I could feel his sweaty damp nuts sticking against my now wet and cum-drenched crack.

As we lay there out of breath with his cock still in my ass, he looked down at me and with a slight frown he said,

“Looks like you let some of my spunk leak out. Don’t let that happen again, cowboy. If I shoot your ass full of my load, I expect you to hold it all in. I’m gonna leave my dick in that tight hole of yours for a few minutes so you can get all my baby juice.”

“Yeah, leave it in there as long as you want, I panted. I wanna get as much of that as I can. I’ll hold it in my guts so I can feel that sweet fuckin’ stuff up in me while I’m on horseback tomorrow.”

“I shot a big fuckin’ load up your guts, cowboy. Are you man enough to hold it in until tomorrow?”

“I’ll hold it in all day. I’m not gonna take a shit until you tell me to. I wanna feel your cum rollin’ around my insides as long as I can.”

Out of breath, Travis slowly pulled out his still cum-dripping cock from my ass and rolled over on his back. I felt his love juice starting to dribble from my worn-out hole again, so I tightened my sphincter down to hold it all in. I didn’t want to lose any of it or piss him off because I’d let it all drip out. I wanted my guts to bath some more in my new boss’ spunk.

“You’re a goddamned good fuck. You got a real tight pussy, cowboy. I’m gonna wear that hole of yours out, so you’d better get used to it.”

He paused a second:

“You ever sucked on a man’s dick? If you haven’t you’re gonna learn.”

I’d only sucked a few cocks in my time, but I was good enough and knew how to do it right.

“Yeah, I’ve sucked dick before.”

“Did you like it?”

“Fuck, yeah.”

“Then get your mouth down on my dick, cocksucker, and suck me off. My nuts have another big load for you, cowboy.”

Grasping the base of his dick, I put my lips on his cockhead and started to lick his piss-hole. I stuck my tongue deep into his slit and tasted some more man-juice that hadn’t shot up my ass. His cock tasted like ass, making me get another hard on. I inhaled the aroma of tobacco, my ass juice and his damp and sweaty pubic hair. I pulled off his cock for a minute and took one of his peach-sized nuts in my mouth and sucked long and hard.

His balls were too big for me to take both of them in at once, so I sucked one at a time. With my nose under his nut-sac, I smelled the rank sweat and musty scent of his puckered dark butthole. There was a fine line of smooth hair running from below his nuts along the seam and to his asshole. My body shuddered as I thought I’d cum again.

He groaned with pleasure as I pulled off his nuts and got back on his cock.

“Goddamn, cowboy,” he groaned. “You’re a fuckin’ good cocksucker. Fuck!”

With a freshly lit Marlboro in his mouth, he put both hands on the back of my head. He shoved my face hard into his crotch. I wanted to gag, but instead, let him guide his strong hands behind my head as he face fucked me. I could smell and taste the strong scent of perspiration and ass. I was hoping for a big load for my stomach. I was hungry for more cum, but I wanted to taste it.

He shoved his cock hard against the back of my throat. My lips felt the prominent sperm and piss tube along the bottom of his rod as he shoved his hips up and rammed his cock deep into my mouth. He groaned loudly as he shot a forceful load of fresh cum down my waiting throat. I couldn’t slurp it up fast enough. It was another huge load and some of it came out of my nostrils as I choked and gagged. I let the fresh cum roll around in my mouth. I pushed it against my tongue, savoring the taste. I felt a stream of it leak from my nostrils and flow down my upper lip to my mouth. His jizz had the potent taste of Burley tobacco leaves, beef steak and man-sweat. I kept him in my mouth as he started to go limp. I sucked as much juice out of his huge cock as I could and stuck my tongue down his piss slit to get the rest. He let out a sigh as I pulled off.

“You know how to take big loads, cowboy. I want you to be around here for a while. Now, lick the last off from my dick.”

“Anything you want, boss. Can I suck you as much as I want?” I said.

“With this pair of bull nuts, I can cum ten times a day. I expect you to suck me at least twice a day until I spill my load down your throat. After supper, strip and get on your bunk on your back and start fingering your hole to loosen it up for me. Have a Marlboro burning in your hand so I can take a drag and blow it down your mouth. Then spread your legs wide apart, put your pillow under your ass and lift it up so I can stick my thick dick up your pussy. I’m gonna fuck that ass of yours so hard you’re gonna be sore for weeks, but you’ll get used to it. Sound good, cowboy?”

“Yeah, I’d fuckin’ like that, I said.

“You’re gonna fit in here real good.”

He got up from my bed. I noticed a drop of spunk glistening on the tip of his cock. I leaned down, grabbed his fading erection, pulled the foreskin back and wrapped my lips around the head. I gently squeezed the thick shaft from the base to the top to milk as much as I could. I squeezed out another few drops of his precious juice and eagerly swallowed it.

“Goddamn, you’re a good fuck. I think I’ll keep your young ass around, cowboy.”

I grabbed the pack of Reds off the table and handed one to him. I put mine in my mouth, lit the Zippo for him and then lit mine. I took a deep drag and held it in and then letting a little smoke out with every word I said,

“This is gonna work out fine.”

Seeing my almost empty pack of Camels on the table, I said,

“Shit, I’m almost out of Camels.”

“Help yourself to a pack of Marlboros out of the carton on the table.”

“Thanks, boss,” I said.

Travis squinted through the thick smoke, looked deep into my eyes and with a slight grin, said,

“Hey, Cowboy. Welcome to Marlboro Country!”

copyright 2009/Wayne Bracford