RT-571 Wrangler Roper

Excerpt

“Lick it first, boy,” he snarled thickly. “Show me how much you worship me, punk! Lick it!”

Steve’s head whirled with mingled humiliation and masochistic delight. Pain ripped through is scalp, but he didn’t care. He liked it.

He whimpered and bent down, puckering his lips and pressing them against the blunt toe of the dusty leather boot. He pushed out his warm pink tongue and let it wash in little lapping motions across the surface of the boot.

His mouth grew gritty with the dank taste of dirt and dusty, and the pungent scent and taste of leather permeated his senses.

He moaned wretchedly as Jed mutely forced him to lick the sole of the boot, cakes of mud and dirt rolling over his slavishly swirling tongue and gagging his throat.

“That’s a good punk,” Jed growled, leaning back on the bed as Steve thoroughly washed his dirty boots with his tongue.

Steve staggered to his feet again, his handsome face flushed with subservient passion. He pulled off the stud’s boots and dragged his pants off as well.

The brawny, two hundred and thirty pound brute was sprawled out before him, naked, sweaty, hairy and thoroughly masculine.

Steve’s mouth watered at the sight. Jed grinned at him and said huskily, “Climb on up here, pussy boy! I want you to lick my body all over! Suck the sweat outta my armpits, punk! And then lick these big, beefy man-tits good!”

Steve shuddered in anticipation, his young dick spasming in excitement as he crawled onto the narrow cot alongside the burly cowboy.

He rolled on his side next to Jed, running a hand feverishly up and down the older stud’s magnificent torso, his fingers ruffling through the coiling whorls of jet black hair which clumped there thickly.

Jed had locked his hands behind his head, flexing his chest muscles to their utmost, his beefy lats flexing away from his body, his pecs bulging outward like melon halves.