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Please enjoy the latest story, I know it has been awhile but this one had been chewing on me for a while now. If there is a good reception I might try and make this into a serial or something, who know.
Enjoy
My Cowboy
I suppose you could have said today was like any other day that had occurred so far this school year; students came to class- some running to meet the bell; teachers trudging in from the teacher’s lounge with the morning’s sludge steaming from a coffee mug dirtied from years of use and forgotten washings- except with the next day’s dark offering.
One student in particular caught my attention this morning as I sat on the steps leading to the courtyard of our high school. My name is Atley, and one could describe me as being of a moderate build- I don’t work out all the time but I do try on occasion. I have sandy-blond hair that sits slightly below my ears, when I wear hats it goes up into those ‘wings’ that are so popular with hockey players and the like.
Enough about that for the moment though, this about another student, not so much myself and here he comes now. Buckley always rode to school from his ranch not on a bicycle or by foot but always on his horse. Before anyone cries out against this, our school lies in a distant part of the area and any form of transportation that gets its students to class is acceptable as long as it does not bleed oil or fluid all over the parking, and from some of the cars I can see in the parking lot those rules have been getting pretty lax lately so I do not see Buckley getting much guff for riding in on a horse.
Buckley was one of those boys who seemed to just carry a natural grace, a smile in his voice and his eyes were a pale blue that when you looked into them you felt as if you were something truly special. You felt like Ingrid Bergman when Bogart would cast a glance her way. When that boy looked at you, it was hard not to blush and look away- at least it was for me. Ever since seeing Buckley ride to school on a horse the first day of classes this year I was lost in him, it was if I had not seen him before hand. We knew of each other of course, had taken similar classes and such but it was not until I spied this rancher-built boy riding to school on his horse on a beautiful bright September day that I finally saw him.
As that school year we gradually became stronger friends, this was because I finally put effort into one of those shallow high school friendships and strove to make it a true friendship- of course I would be lying if I did not say that it got me close to Buckley which was an added bonus. That September went by in a blast of hanging out and learning more about this boy who I had always looked at but never seen.
It was probably mid-October when the day occurred that brought my whole world to a stop. Buckley was riding to class as usual and I was occupying my spot on the school’s stoop when I saw Buckley riding up to me with something draped over the saddle. When he finally got up to me, he smiled down to me and said a soft-spoken ‘hello’. Reading my curiosity he told me that while he was riding into school he saw a chance to bag an antelope for dinner that night and rather than keep it out in the field where any old animal could pick it up Buckley thought to bring it to school, maybe keep it in a freezer in the biology class.
Buckley swung down from the saddle and I could hear the leather from the saddle groan as it was relieved of that weight and I saw the way his jeans hugged his tight cheeks as he swung down. I blushed for a moment realizing how much I was staring at my friend, we were close of course, it was not the first time I had seen this view but there was never an indication of intimacy except for a few lingering glances on my part.
Once he got down he looked at me and asked if I would help him get the antelope inside, I of course immediately said yes and the two of us brought that antelope to the biology class where the teacher, while slightly upset at the idea of a fresh carcass in his room was also intrigued and asked if Buckley would not mind giving an impromptu demonstration of dressing the creature. Buckley looked down and in a cute, bashful way he said he would. The teacher was thrilled and said that this afternoon would be a great time, that being settled Buckley and I went to heft the beast into the freezer. As we loaded the freezer I was close enough to Buckley to tell he had been sweating and I could smell the dust from his ride in, the scent of well-conditioned leather and a dozen other smells that hard as I tried to identify I just couldn’t and in the end resulted to just saying they belonged to Buckley. His scent always got me aroused and I could feel my cock stirring in my khaki pants as we finished the job.
As we were walking down the halls I heard from behind me, ‘At, can I ask you a question?’ we were in the middle of the hallway and before I could answer he had pulled me into a storage room used by the theatre department. ‘Sure thing, Buckley, you know you can ask me anything man,’ I replied. ‘Are you gay or something?’ he asked after a few moments of awkward shifting- the first time I had really seen him act uncomfortable around me or anyone for that matter. The question caught me off-guard, sexuality had never been a real topic between us, were weren’t of the sort to sneak into a bedroom and read skin magazines and masturbate together- though that thought had crept into my mind on an occasion or two.
I must have appeared to hesitate answering the question because Buckley quickly added, ‘I’m sorry dude, not my business to ask.’ I put a hand on his shoulder and said, ‘no worries, Buckley. You are a friend and I feel comfortable with you, and to answer your question yes, I am gay.’ This seemed to calm him down as he took my hand off of his shoulder and held it in his own. I was certainly not expecting this reaction, but who was I to pull away from it. ‘I only asked because I keep noticing the way you look at me when I am around and when I get off my horse. It all seemed to say that you were.’
While still holding my hand he pulled me close, my face resting at the top of his chest smelling that leather, shampoo and Buckley scent from the source as I looked up into his eyes and our lips hesitantly touched. That first kiss was quick, almost like it never happened but after we pull away from it we both realized that it felt right and this time when our lips made contact they stayed that way while our tongues gingerly explored the other’s mouth. I could hear Buckley moan through the kiss and feel his breath on my cheeks.
Holding our kiss Buckley released my hand and began to explore my shoulders and back with hesitant movements, still unsure of where to go. I thought I would help him with the uncertainty by exploring his body with my own hands, something I had thought about often. My hands explored his muscular shoulders and down his sides eliciting a chuckle as I gently tickled him. His hands were seemingly mirroring what I was doing to him so I thought I would explore his range of comfort. As my hands wrapped his waist and began their slide down to those denim covered cheeks I felt his hands hesitate before I felt him carefully hold my own ass. He groaned out as I squeezed his cheeks, finally feeling how muscular they were, perfectly sculpted and supported in those faded jeans he wore. Keeping one hand back on that ass, never planning on leaving it, my other hand went to his front and felt a growing bulge forming from the attention he was getting.
Buckley gasped again and again as I groped his growing member, his hands more than content to remain on my ass, giving it a squeeze now and again. My own cock was hard the moment we shared that kiss, I was not concerned about paying it attention at the moment- Buckley was what mattered and I wanted to show this boy the time of his life. Feeling his cock stiffen up and hearing him groan from the discomfort of having it imprisoned in his jeans I looked up at him and got a silent agreement. I carefully unbuttoned his jeans and with each button removed his bulge leaped forward more and more until I was looking at his white boxer briefs and the cock it held inside.
I let his jeans fall to the floor around his ankles and gently slipped my fingers into the waistband of his briefs. The heat inside was amazing and I just followed it until I laid my hands on what I had only dreamed of, his sweet hard cock was now in my hand twitching with excitement. Buckley gasped at the contact, his hand being the only one that had ever touched his cock before.
Our lips met again and while our tongues swirled around each other I began to jerk him off inside his briefs loving the restrictive feeling as well as the moist heat generated from his package. Soon I had Buckley bucking his hips into my hand and I knew that soon he was going to blow, what kind of friend would I be if I made a mess of his briefs- I jerked them down and sped up my hand’s pace on his cock causing his to gasp at the speed change. He bucks his hips a few more times into my hand and then squeezes my ass hard and pulls me close as I feel his cock twitch and I feel jet after jet of cum hit my shirt. Buckley is twitching along with his cock from such a release. We hold each other for a moment, his cum dripping off of my shirt and my hand holding his softening cock, and our lips meet one last time savoring the secret love that we just formed.
Then it hit me, I was still in school and now I had a cum soaked shirt, in a panic I just stared down at the shirt when I heard Buckley tell me he had another shirt in his pack and low and behold he pulls out a rugby jersey and offers it to me. I gladly take his shirt and after putting my cum soaked one in my backpack I put on his shirt and savor the smells that reside in it. With a final smile and a long kiss Buckley looks into my eyes, ‘see you this afternoon, At,’ I nearly collapsed with such words and think that this could be the start of a beautiful relationship. I know such a though is corny, I have seen ‘Casablanca’ but it does mean something to me.
The rest of the day flies by while I am held in Buckley’s arms via the rugby jersey he gave me. I wait for him after school and we meet at his horse where we share a clandestine kiss before Buckley saddles up and gives me a lengthy view of his ass. I smirk up at him for the tease and he returns a small smile that expresses more happiness than any laugh I have ever experienced. I stand there watching my Buckley, my cowboy ride off into the sunset. Sorry, I just couldn’t resist saying that, it was only really 3:30 in the afternoon so the sun was still quite high up, but that just does not present the same picture.
When I get home I find I have the house to myself and I run up to my room and lock the door. I pull Buckley’s shirt off and just lie on my bed and enjoy the smells as I slip off my own khaki pants and slide down my black boxers relieving a cock that has been constrained all day- it certainly did not help having Buckley’s scent follow me all day. I bury my face in his shirt I breathe deep and savor his scent as I work my shaft up and down, soon coming to a climax with such new thoughts in my mind. Cum lands all over my chest as I lie motionless on my bed, taking in his scent and thinking about Buckley and the love between us.
Where Buckley and I are to end up, who is to say, but I know this; there is plenty of school left and I am always eager to learn more.
(I do hope you enjoyed this story, if you did let me know and I will try and make this into a series, who knows what will happen to Buckley and Atley. Tune in next time, same bat time, same bat channel. lol
Enjoy
My Cowboy
I suppose you could have said today was like any other day that had occurred so far this school year; students came to class- some running to meet the bell; teachers trudging in from the teacher’s lounge with the morning’s sludge steaming from a coffee mug dirtied from years of use and forgotten washings- except with the next day’s dark offering.
One student in particular caught my attention this morning as I sat on the steps leading to the courtyard of our high school. My name is Atley, and one could describe me as being of a moderate build- I don’t work out all the time but I do try on occasion. I have sandy-blond hair that sits slightly below my ears, when I wear hats it goes up into those ‘wings’ that are so popular with hockey players and the like.
Enough about that for the moment though, this about another student, not so much myself and here he comes now. Buckley always rode to school from his ranch not on a bicycle or by foot but always on his horse. Before anyone cries out against this, our school lies in a distant part of the area and any form of transportation that gets its students to class is acceptable as long as it does not bleed oil or fluid all over the parking, and from some of the cars I can see in the parking lot those rules have been getting pretty lax lately so I do not see Buckley getting much guff for riding in on a horse.
Buckley was one of those boys who seemed to just carry a natural grace, a smile in his voice and his eyes were a pale blue that when you looked into them you felt as if you were something truly special. You felt like Ingrid Bergman when Bogart would cast a glance her way. When that boy looked at you, it was hard not to blush and look away- at least it was for me. Ever since seeing Buckley ride to school on a horse the first day of classes this year I was lost in him, it was if I had not seen him before hand. We knew of each other of course, had taken similar classes and such but it was not until I spied this rancher-built boy riding to school on his horse on a beautiful bright September day that I finally saw him.
As that school year we gradually became stronger friends, this was because I finally put effort into one of those shallow high school friendships and strove to make it a true friendship- of course I would be lying if I did not say that it got me close to Buckley which was an added bonus. That September went by in a blast of hanging out and learning more about this boy who I had always looked at but never seen.
It was probably mid-October when the day occurred that brought my whole world to a stop. Buckley was riding to class as usual and I was occupying my spot on the school’s stoop when I saw Buckley riding up to me with something draped over the saddle. When he finally got up to me, he smiled down to me and said a soft-spoken ‘hello’. Reading my curiosity he told me that while he was riding into school he saw a chance to bag an antelope for dinner that night and rather than keep it out in the field where any old animal could pick it up Buckley thought to bring it to school, maybe keep it in a freezer in the biology class.
Buckley swung down from the saddle and I could hear the leather from the saddle groan as it was relieved of that weight and I saw the way his jeans hugged his tight cheeks as he swung down. I blushed for a moment realizing how much I was staring at my friend, we were close of course, it was not the first time I had seen this view but there was never an indication of intimacy except for a few lingering glances on my part.
Once he got down he looked at me and asked if I would help him get the antelope inside, I of course immediately said yes and the two of us brought that antelope to the biology class where the teacher, while slightly upset at the idea of a fresh carcass in his room was also intrigued and asked if Buckley would not mind giving an impromptu demonstration of dressing the creature. Buckley looked down and in a cute, bashful way he said he would. The teacher was thrilled and said that this afternoon would be a great time, that being settled Buckley and I went to heft the beast into the freezer. As we loaded the freezer I was close enough to Buckley to tell he had been sweating and I could smell the dust from his ride in, the scent of well-conditioned leather and a dozen other smells that hard as I tried to identify I just couldn’t and in the end resulted to just saying they belonged to Buckley. His scent always got me aroused and I could feel my cock stirring in my khaki pants as we finished the job.
As we were walking down the halls I heard from behind me, ‘At, can I ask you a question?’ we were in the middle of the hallway and before I could answer he had pulled me into a storage room used by the theatre department. ‘Sure thing, Buckley, you know you can ask me anything man,’ I replied. ‘Are you gay or something?’ he asked after a few moments of awkward shifting- the first time I had really seen him act uncomfortable around me or anyone for that matter. The question caught me off-guard, sexuality had never been a real topic between us, were weren’t of the sort to sneak into a bedroom and read skin magazines and masturbate together- though that thought had crept into my mind on an occasion or two.
I must have appeared to hesitate answering the question because Buckley quickly added, ‘I’m sorry dude, not my business to ask.’ I put a hand on his shoulder and said, ‘no worries, Buckley. You are a friend and I feel comfortable with you, and to answer your question yes, I am gay.’ This seemed to calm him down as he took my hand off of his shoulder and held it in his own. I was certainly not expecting this reaction, but who was I to pull away from it. ‘I only asked because I keep noticing the way you look at me when I am around and when I get off my horse. It all seemed to say that you were.’
While still holding my hand he pulled me close, my face resting at the top of his chest smelling that leather, shampoo and Buckley scent from the source as I looked up into his eyes and our lips hesitantly touched. That first kiss was quick, almost like it never happened but after we pull away from it we both realized that it felt right and this time when our lips made contact they stayed that way while our tongues gingerly explored the other’s mouth. I could hear Buckley moan through the kiss and feel his breath on my cheeks.
Holding our kiss Buckley released my hand and began to explore my shoulders and back with hesitant movements, still unsure of where to go. I thought I would help him with the uncertainty by exploring his body with my own hands, something I had thought about often. My hands explored his muscular shoulders and down his sides eliciting a chuckle as I gently tickled him. His hands were seemingly mirroring what I was doing to him so I thought I would explore his range of comfort. As my hands wrapped his waist and began their slide down to those denim covered cheeks I felt his hands hesitate before I felt him carefully hold my own ass. He groaned out as I squeezed his cheeks, finally feeling how muscular they were, perfectly sculpted and supported in those faded jeans he wore. Keeping one hand back on that ass, never planning on leaving it, my other hand went to his front and felt a growing bulge forming from the attention he was getting.
Buckley gasped again and again as I groped his growing member, his hands more than content to remain on my ass, giving it a squeeze now and again. My own cock was hard the moment we shared that kiss, I was not concerned about paying it attention at the moment- Buckley was what mattered and I wanted to show this boy the time of his life. Feeling his cock stiffen up and hearing him groan from the discomfort of having it imprisoned in his jeans I looked up at him and got a silent agreement. I carefully unbuttoned his jeans and with each button removed his bulge leaped forward more and more until I was looking at his white boxer briefs and the cock it held inside.
I let his jeans fall to the floor around his ankles and gently slipped my fingers into the waistband of his briefs. The heat inside was amazing and I just followed it until I laid my hands on what I had only dreamed of, his sweet hard cock was now in my hand twitching with excitement. Buckley gasped at the contact, his hand being the only one that had ever touched his cock before.
Our lips met again and while our tongues swirled around each other I began to jerk him off inside his briefs loving the restrictive feeling as well as the moist heat generated from his package. Soon I had Buckley bucking his hips into my hand and I knew that soon he was going to blow, what kind of friend would I be if I made a mess of his briefs- I jerked them down and sped up my hand’s pace on his cock causing his to gasp at the speed change. He bucks his hips a few more times into my hand and then squeezes my ass hard and pulls me close as I feel his cock twitch and I feel jet after jet of cum hit my shirt. Buckley is twitching along with his cock from such a release. We hold each other for a moment, his cum dripping off of my shirt and my hand holding his softening cock, and our lips meet one last time savoring the secret love that we just formed.
Then it hit me, I was still in school and now I had a cum soaked shirt, in a panic I just stared down at the shirt when I heard Buckley tell me he had another shirt in his pack and low and behold he pulls out a rugby jersey and offers it to me. I gladly take his shirt and after putting my cum soaked one in my backpack I put on his shirt and savor the smells that reside in it. With a final smile and a long kiss Buckley looks into my eyes, ‘see you this afternoon, At,’ I nearly collapsed with such words and think that this could be the start of a beautiful relationship. I know such a though is corny, I have seen ‘Casablanca’ but it does mean something to me.
The rest of the day flies by while I am held in Buckley’s arms via the rugby jersey he gave me. I wait for him after school and we meet at his horse where we share a clandestine kiss before Buckley saddles up and gives me a lengthy view of his ass. I smirk up at him for the tease and he returns a small smile that expresses more happiness than any laugh I have ever experienced. I stand there watching my Buckley, my cowboy ride off into the sunset. Sorry, I just couldn’t resist saying that, it was only really 3:30 in the afternoon so the sun was still quite high up, but that just does not present the same picture.
When I get home I find I have the house to myself and I run up to my room and lock the door. I pull Buckley’s shirt off and just lie on my bed and enjoy the smells as I slip off my own khaki pants and slide down my black boxers relieving a cock that has been constrained all day- it certainly did not help having Buckley’s scent follow me all day. I bury my face in his shirt I breathe deep and savor his scent as I work my shaft up and down, soon coming to a climax with such new thoughts in my mind. Cum lands all over my chest as I lie motionless on my bed, taking in his scent and thinking about Buckley and the love between us.
Where Buckley and I are to end up, who is to say, but I know this; there is plenty of school left and I am always eager to learn more.
(I do hope you enjoyed this story, if you did let me know and I will try and make this into a series, who knows what will happen to Buckley and Atley. Tune in next time, same bat time, same bat channel. lol
