Me and Bro CH 10
Me and Bro CH 10
Now, in Texas, the standard 'dress' was pretty simple---at least for us.
For most cowboy's there was only one jean—Levis 501's. There was just something about those buttons that bunched you up in a more impressive bulge than the standard zipper. Especially with a jock underneath :) 'Corse they had to be tight ! Not so much as to cut off your circulation, but definitely enough to give you a nice baseball size bulge up front, and snug enough in the back so that the seam between the pockets crawled right up the crack of your stinkin hairy ass---lifting and separating, lol.
Next came the shirt. Usually short sleeved button up, plaid lightweight, almost threadbare, with mother-of-pear snaps, and the sleeves ripped out of it. A muscle shirt, if you will, worn open—not buttoned up. Great for showin off the abs, and those bushy stinkin pits. Course a tank top, or no shirt at all was perfectly normal in the summer months.
Footwear varied. 'Dingos', plain square toed work boots, usually about calf high, The original 'shit kickers', were often found out on the prairies and fields of the farms and ranches. Now in-town, or out and about, a well dressed cowboy would have all kinds of snakeskins, or other smooth leathers, often sporting elaborate stitching and art-work on the uppers. I preferred the 'rounded' toe. I hated actually the point, or the square toe—too gay, lol.
And then of course was the hat. Now, in real life Texas, most cowboy hats were actually straw. The open weave gave good circulation to your head, plus lightweight and inexpensive. What the general public typically expects—the black felt Stetson, is actually a dress hat meant for more formal occasions. You won't see those out on the ranch unless they are hanging on a peg at the doorway.
The buckles were optional, and actually were usually worn for dressy events, like the Friday night hoe-downs, bar cruising, or church.
A bandanna was usually present in any manner of dress.
Sooooo—the point of all that was to get a clear picture of what you are most likely to see at the gas pump, feed store, livery stable, etc. Just normal everyday wear for us Texans, but rock solid dick throbbing lust to others. And such was my big bro—Matthew. Rock solid, reeking of sex, tanned, muscled, TEXAN. Even if you were perfectly straight, one look at my big bro, and you just simply wanted that dick up ur ass. And he would most likely accommodate you :)
Matthew loved to fuck. A typical day would find Matthew 'getting his dick dirty' two or even three times ! The ranch hands were an excellent source of mouth and ass. I think his record is like seven. Yup—seven fucks in one day !
They didn't put out for Matthew because he was the 'boss', but more so because they loved him, and would do anything for them. Matthew took very good care of the hands, and if he wanted someone to suck his dick at lunch time, then by God someone was gonna suck that big, thick, mushroom headed 10” of cowboy meat.
And today was one of those days ! Lucky me.
Matthew hadn't got laid for three days now. Lots of important work on the ranch, with errands back to town, he was pretty exhausted by the time he got back home. In fact one night he just crashed out on his bed, face down. Didn't even eat supper. Of course this gave me awesome opportunity to ease those 501's down to expose his nasty hairy ass, and dive my face in it. Matthew was out cold—he never even moved. I munched him out for nearly two hours, sticking my tongue up his ripe greasy hole as deep as I could go. I was pretty sure it had been days as well since Matthew's last shower, cause 'dirty' didn't come close to the filth that was Matthew's hairy crack. And I loved it.
I blowed off like a firemans hose. Comming much like my big bro, I shot 11 shots clear over his head landing on the floor on the other side of the bed. I licked up my juice that had landed across his back, and then continued to his pits, huffing on them like a k** huffing glue. His ripe stench was the best in the world. You could often smell him as much as 10 yards away from you.
I loved my big bro, and his manly Texan stench. It make my dick so hard, and I would cum so hard as well. His pits were full of the thickest blackest hair you have ever seen. More than most mens pubes ! Ripe—wet--and dripping. Yup, that was my big bro. Hairy legs, all the way down to his ankles. And a few lucky of us---that ass ! It was sooo perfect. Half moon, hard, and hairy. The crack of Matthew's ass is so dense of the silky-est blackest hair, that you couldn't even see his ass hole ! “You got to find it with ur tongue”, he would often smirk.
Matthew loved that tongue. Weather you were tappin his piss slit, or diving deep as you could into his unwashed, greasy hairy hole. And I loved it when that tongue was mine. I could slowly munch out on Matthew's ass for hours. Just fall asleep, with my face buried in his dirty greasy crack.
Matthew was exceptionally good looking. Some would say among the top ten best looking cowboy's in Tyler. And lucky me, being his lil bro, I inherited a good deal of all that. So I was definitely an honorable mention :)
As I eased off the bed to sneak back up the stairs to the kitchen, I heard Matthew faintly mumble, “Make some coffee lil bro” ?
That prick, lol. Awake the whole time.
Now, in Texas, the standard 'dress' was pretty simple---at least for us.
For most cowboy's there was only one jean—Levis 501's. There was just something about those buttons that bunched you up in a more impressive bulge than the standard zipper. Especially with a jock underneath :) 'Corse they had to be tight ! Not so much as to cut off your circulation, but definitely enough to give you a nice baseball size bulge up front, and snug enough in the back so that the seam between the pockets crawled right up the crack of your stinkin hairy ass---lifting and separating, lol.
Next came the shirt. Usually short sleeved button up, plaid lightweight, almost threadbare, with mother-of-pear snaps, and the sleeves ripped out of it. A muscle shirt, if you will, worn open—not buttoned up. Great for showin off the abs, and those bushy stinkin pits. Course a tank top, or no shirt at all was perfectly normal in the summer months.
Footwear varied. 'Dingos', plain square toed work boots, usually about calf high, The original 'shit kickers', were often found out on the prairies and fields of the farms and ranches. Now in-town, or out and about, a well dressed cowboy would have all kinds of snakeskins, or other smooth leathers, often sporting elaborate stitching and art-work on the uppers. I preferred the 'rounded' toe. I hated actually the point, or the square toe—too gay, lol.
And then of course was the hat. Now, in real life Texas, most cowboy hats were actually straw. The open weave gave good circulation to your head, plus lightweight and inexpensive. What the general public typically expects—the black felt Stetson, is actually a dress hat meant for more formal occasions. You won't see those out on the ranch unless they are hanging on a peg at the doorway.
The buckles were optional, and actually were usually worn for dressy events, like the Friday night hoe-downs, bar cruising, or church.
A bandanna was usually present in any manner of dress.
Sooooo—the point of all that was to get a clear picture of what you are most likely to see at the gas pump, feed store, livery stable, etc. Just normal everyday wear for us Texans, but rock solid dick throbbing lust to others. And such was my big bro—Matthew. Rock solid, reeking of sex, tanned, muscled, TEXAN. Even if you were perfectly straight, one look at my big bro, and you just simply wanted that dick up ur ass. And he would most likely accommodate you :)
Matthew loved to fuck. A typical day would find Matthew 'getting his dick dirty' two or even three times ! The ranch hands were an excellent source of mouth and ass. I think his record is like seven. Yup—seven fucks in one day !
They didn't put out for Matthew because he was the 'boss', but more so because they loved him, and would do anything for them. Matthew took very good care of the hands, and if he wanted someone to suck his dick at lunch time, then by God someone was gonna suck that big, thick, mushroom headed 10” of cowboy meat.
And today was one of those days ! Lucky me.
Matthew hadn't got laid for three days now. Lots of important work on the ranch, with errands back to town, he was pretty exhausted by the time he got back home. In fact one night he just crashed out on his bed, face down. Didn't even eat supper. Of course this gave me awesome opportunity to ease those 501's down to expose his nasty hairy ass, and dive my face in it. Matthew was out cold—he never even moved. I munched him out for nearly two hours, sticking my tongue up his ripe greasy hole as deep as I could go. I was pretty sure it had been days as well since Matthew's last shower, cause 'dirty' didn't come close to the filth that was Matthew's hairy crack. And I loved it.
I blowed off like a firemans hose. Comming much like my big bro, I shot 11 shots clear over his head landing on the floor on the other side of the bed. I licked up my juice that had landed across his back, and then continued to his pits, huffing on them like a k** huffing glue. His ripe stench was the best in the world. You could often smell him as much as 10 yards away from you.
I loved my big bro, and his manly Texan stench. It make my dick so hard, and I would cum so hard as well. His pits were full of the thickest blackest hair you have ever seen. More than most mens pubes ! Ripe—wet--and dripping. Yup, that was my big bro. Hairy legs, all the way down to his ankles. And a few lucky of us---that ass ! It was sooo perfect. Half moon, hard, and hairy. The crack of Matthew's ass is so dense of the silky-est blackest hair, that you couldn't even see his ass hole ! “You got to find it with ur tongue”, he would often smirk.
Matthew loved that tongue. Weather you were tappin his piss slit, or diving deep as you could into his unwashed, greasy hairy hole. And I loved it when that tongue was mine. I could slowly munch out on Matthew's ass for hours. Just fall asleep, with my face buried in his dirty greasy crack.
Matthew was exceptionally good looking. Some would say among the top ten best looking cowboy's in Tyler. And lucky me, being his lil bro, I inherited a good deal of all that. So I was definitely an honorable mention :)
As I eased off the bed to sneak back up the stairs to the kitchen, I heard Matthew faintly mumble, “Make some coffee lil bro” ?
That prick, lol. Awake the whole time.
2 years ago