Kevin Loves Cowboys
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by Ryan Field
Category: Erotica/Fetish Erotica
Description: You don't always have to go out west to find a big strong cowboy who knows how to ride like a stallion and buck like a bronco. Though Kevin has a strong fetish for cowboys, he lives in a small town in Maryland where it's not always easy to find a real cowboy who knows how to buck. But when he decides to buy a new puppy through an online advertisement, his heart begins to race when he discovers the breeder not only lives an hour away in a place called Cowtown, NJ, but he's also a real live cowboy and part of the rodeo circuit. And though his full time job is picking up road kill for the county, his voice is just as gentle and soothing as his hands are rough and rugged. After a slight mishap that involves an excited dog, Kevin's white shorts, and a lot of dirt, the breeder offers to help Kevin clean up inside his house. And it doesn't take long for the rest of the fun to unfold, especially when Kevin removes all his clothes, smiles at the breeder, and asks him if he can try on his scuffed up cowboy boots.
eBook Publisher: loveyoudivine, 2010 2010
eBookwise Release Date: September 2010
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [35 KB]
Reading time: 19-27 min.
It didn't occur to Kevin he might be calling a cowboy. The phone number looks like a New Jersey area code. What kind of quasi rodeo does New Jersey Have? "Where are you located?" he asks. His voice rises and he taps on the desk.
"Cowtown, New Jersey," Monty says, "Where are you?"
"I'm in Martha Falls. Martha Falls, Maryland. It's a small town right on the border of Delaware and Maryland," Kevin says. His lips are pressed together and his eyebrows are furrowed.
"I know where that is," Monty says, "It's not too far...about an hour or so away. You just take the Delaware Memorial Bridge to the old route 40, and Cowtown is about ten miles east. You can't miss it. There's a big cow statue out in front of the rodeo barn and I'm only the next road over."
"Would one o'clock be good for you?" Kevin asks. He looks out the window and notices the young guy across the courtyard of the condo complex is peeking through the white curtains of his bedroom window again. The kid is about eighteen or nineteen, and gets off peeping into Kevin's uncovered windows on Saturday and Sunday mornings while Kevin walks around naked. Kevin stands up in front of the uncovered window so the kid can have a little enjoyment. He turns so his ass faces the glass, spreads his legs and arches his back as though doing an innocent morning stretch. It's all harmless; if the poor kid knew Kevin was aware of this he'd probably never leave the house again.
"Sounds good," Monty says. Then he gives Kevin detailed directions.
Kevin turns around and writes them down on a table next to the window so the kid across the courtyard can see his dick. He scratches his balls a couple of times and then smells his fingers; his semi-erect dick flops and jerks in the morning sunlight.
Kevin smiles and spreads his legs when he finishes writing the directions. When he looks up from the piece of paper the white curtain across the courtyard is now shut and the young boy is out of sight. He shakes his head; it's flattering to have a horny young guy get off while watching his naked body. "I'll see you this afternoon, Monty," he says.
"See you then," Monty says. His voice sounds a bit warbled, as if he's just lit a cigarette.