Juniper enjoys the physiques of the cowboys and farmworkers of the Goodman Ranch in Wyoming Territory, but when he’s interrupted by the strongest cowboy around, he’s in for a wild ride… in which this tiny twink just might climb on top! Can the legendary cowboy Hawthorn Spooner endure the vigor and joy of a twink on top?!
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Juniper Nightsky hurried out the back door of the farmhouse. The sun was shining but nearing the horizon, and it was hot, humid, the air as thick as a woolen blanket. Juniper made sure Mister Goodman ain’t seen him, but he been sneaking out like this nearly every evening for some time, so he was confident he could get out there surreptitiously. He had an hour while the cook finished the cowboys’s dinner.
The barn — the one everyone called the Green Barn even though the green had faded — was a dingy wooden structure. Many of the slats had separated from each other enough that Juniper could hunker down behind the barn. There, he could peer into the barn where the farmhands bathed.
He got there just in time to watch them strip their sweat-soaked clothes off, talking and laughing and shooting the shit. He couldn’t quite hear their words today, but he saw one grab his bare manhood and wag it at the others as though threatening to beat them with it.
There was a large copper of warm, soapy water, next to an old rickety hot water heater, fueled by coal. Juniper had filled the coal hopper a few hours ago, so the water was good and warm, steaming hot. The cowboys filled the copper tub with water, already naked, their tautly muscled bodies arcing and flexing as they roughhoused. Juniper stayed well back and avoided making any noise, so he could peep on their handsomeness. Juniper greatly appreciated the male physique, and he enjoyed watching the well-formed cowboys bathe.
His dick stiffened in his pants, even though Juniper now saw that his favorite cowboy, Hawthorn, wasn’t there. He was disappointed, but the half-dozen other men were handsome enough — Hawthorn often had extra duties to attend to, so he sometimes ain’t bathe with the others. Juniper felt a twinge of desire as he rubbed his dick with first one, then both, hands, peering closely at the naked men and their soap-drenched bodies.
“I knew it, boy,” Hawthorn said, his deep voice booming behind Juniper. “I knew you’d be back here, touching yerself…”
Juniper jumped out of his skin — they all knew that he watched, but knowing it was different than seeing it. Juniper blushed and looked down. His heart sank as he turned around, cock pulsating in his fingers. Hawthorn stood there shirtless, wearing just his denim and thick boots, carrying his ten-gallon hat. His broad shoulders dripped with sweat, and the dark hair on his chest was matted to his muscles. He was a great big bear of a man, with biceps as thick as Juniper’s head — that was why he often had special duties to attend to, because he was the strongest man on the farm (and probably the whole county).
He loomed ahead of and above Juniper like a mountain of a man, and he clucked his tongue. He shook his head. It was hard to tell, though, if he was really upset or not. He was very religious, so he might have considered it unchristian behavior. Juniper was a Christian though, he went to church weekly. Not all of the cowboys did.
“Tarnations! Hawthorn! I — I — I was j’est watchin’, tha’ss all,” Juniper said. “It ain’t, ah…-“
He put one of his heavy hands on Juniper’s shoulder and squeezed. Juniper fell silent. As always when he was touched by Hawthorn, Juniper felt a surge of desire. Hawthorn’s hand was firm and confident, and the smell of leather and sweat and trail dust clung to Hawthorn. Juniper licked his lips and moved slightly closer to Hawthorn, the better to feel the body heat emanating off him and sense the firmness of his musculature. He was leanly muscled, sharp-jawed and eagle-nosed, and the way his chest rippled stirred the fire in Juniper’s loins. Juniper shuddered, embarrassed at how Hawthorn looked at him like a disobedient child. His manhood stirred in his pants at sight of Hawthorn’s body and the feel of his touch on Juniper’s thin shoulder.
“I ain’t nevuh say nothin’ on account of Mistah Goodman hired you. I got great respect fo’ him and his authority on this ranch. I’d never tell him his worker was abscondin’ from work to come peep on the hands.” He clucked his tongue again. His voice had the sharp-eged twang of a cowboy, which sent a chill up Juniper’s spine.
Juniper blushed. “I don’t know about that-“
“You’s an adult, boy. You must know if’n you can hold off on ya urges ‘till ya find a female,” Hawthorn said. “A beast don’t resist it’s urges, son. Is you a beast? Or is you a godly man? Cuz if you a beast, then I j’est might treat you like one.”
“I ain’t a beast,” Juniper said. “I’m not. I wouldn’t peep on women, if that’s what you mean. I nevuh would, suh!”
“Hmm-hmm… I believes you on that front,” Hawthorn said.
“I wouldn’t! I j’est likes to watch, I does.” Juniper lowered his eyes from the intense gaze Hawthorn put out in his direction.
“I sometimes feel rightly in a similuh fashion, muh manhood be rumblin’,” Hawthorn said. He leaned in, so his deep voice was loud in Juniper’s ears. Hawthorn’s voice was moist. “Sometimes, e’en whores feel too far away. Sometimes a man just gotta get a load off. Sometimes a man gotta do what he gotta do fo’ a bigger man by gettin’ that bigger man off.” Hawthorn sunk to his knees, which put his head just below Juniper’s — Hawthorn was more than six and a half feet tall, so he towered over Juniper normally. Then, much to Juniper’s shock, Hawthorn leaned in and kissed him.
Right on the lips. Both men’s hands were down by their sides, and Juniper stood on his toes in exhilaration as the taste of Hawthorn’s masculine mouth flooded his own. Juniper reeled.
His tongue planted itself in Juniper’s mouth, crowding out his own tongue. Juniper gripped Hawthorn’s biceps for support, and again felt a surge of desire at how thick and rock-hard they were. His body was slick with sweat and trail dust, which Juniper tasted on his scruffy lips as well.
“The vaqueros get each othuh off,” Hawthorn said when he pulled off Juniper for a moment. “Was they the ones who showed you how to do it?”
“Mister Goodman doesn’t allow me to speak to the Mexicans,” Juniper said. He blushed. The Mexican vaqueros who came through the farm a few times a year were rough-and-tumble men who often brought with them their own prostitutes. Juniper also snuck down to watch them by the fire, sticking their dicks in the same cum-oozing snatch over and over. It was both disgusting and erotic for Juniper. Mister Goodman ain’t allow Juniper to talk to them because he thought they were a bad moral influence and Mister Goodman believed it was part of his job as a boss to prevent his workers from moral corruption.
They were Catholic anyway, or maybe pagan, some men did say. Some men didn’t see a difference between a Catholic and a pagan. Juniper didn’t distolerate a man for his religion. He was scared of the vaqueros though.
“They do that,” Hawthorn said. “I seen it on the trail plenty. Vaqueros do use a man’s bottom. You unduhstand? His rear.” He leaned closer to Juniper. “His ass.” He chuckled and undid the fly of his worktrousers and took out his thick, veiny cockshaft. He gave it a few strokes.
Juniper blushed. Before he could do anything else, Hawthorn kissed him again, and wrapped his ropy-muscled arms around Juniper’s body. The warmth of his body heat was alluring, and Hawthorn’s massive cock pressed against Juniper’s side. It was even hotter than the rest of Hawthorn, and it pulsated where it pressed against his flesh.
Despite to feel it without clothes in the way, Juniper wanted to undress. But more than that, he wanted to taste Hawthorn again. He had been surprised by the kiss a few moments ago, and he wanted to do it again without being surprised.
So, flush with desire, Juniper kissed back. He rammed his tongue into Hawthorn’s mouth this time, and Hawthorn was the one who was surprised. He paused, naked, as Juniper’s hands desperately roamed over his muscular body.
Juniper’s dick strained against its fabric prison until Hawthorn pulled his pants down. Juniper ain’t know what was coming as Hawthorn’s kisses lowered from his head to his neck, then licked down his smooth chest. He pulled away just long enough to glance over at the green barn, to see if anybody might have spied them. The other cowboys were in the large tub now, just sitting there and marinating in the bathwater.
It probably smelled rank in there. Rank in a good way. Juniper kind of liked that smell, though he would never admit it, the smell of both clean men and dirty men mixing together with soap and water and leather and filthy denim. Hawthorn kind of liked it too.
“You taste like a girl,” Hawthorn said with a light groan. He suckled on each of Juniper’s nipples in turn. They grew hard, and Juniper shuddered with anticipation. Hawthorn’s strong hands kneaded the flesh of Juniper’s body.
Juniper cried out for more, and he too explored Hawthorn’s body with his hands. Hawthorn’s cock was rock-hard and throbbing, and Juniper liked the way it felt in his hands. All of Hawthorn was a delight to touch though, and Juniper did not stick to Hawthorn’s cock. He groped his muscled back and his ass, and he kissed him again and again.
“Hmmm… Hawthorn…” Juniper couldn’t think of anything to say, but this all felt too good to remain quiet, so all he did was cry out Hawthorn’s name. “Hawthorn!”
“Hmm-hmmm…” Hawthorn was flush with desire as well, but he remained stone-facing, in control as always. He kissed Juniper on the neck and on the nape.
Through the slats in the barn wall, Juniper could see the other cowboys and ranchhands clearly. They were done bathing now, but they sat in a circle, naked, flopping their uncut cocks between their fingers. A few of them even playfully groped each other. Juniper felt hungry at the sight of them.
Juniper gasped when Hawthorn put his cock in his mouth — he hadn’t thought that was coming. Hawthorn was so much taller and bigger he had to move from kneeling to crouching, and even that got awkward soon, so he laid on his back on the ground. Juniper mounted his face and angled his dick down, allowing him to plant his head in the meat of Hawthorn’s belly.
“Yeah, lemme taste that,” Hawthorn said, licking his lips. “It do taste just like a pussy.” He devoured Juniper’s dick, and Juniper threw his head back as he stifled a moan. He bit his tongue to stop himself from making noise, not wanting to attract attention from the men inside the barn.
He had never felt anything like the mouth encircling his dick. Juniper’s whole body undulated as pleasure wracked his sweet, smooth frame. His back arched and covered with goosebumps as Hawthorn’s fingers clutched it, pulling his body down so he could better deep-throat Juniper’s dick. He swallowed it to the root, until his nose was nuzzling Juniper’s crotch.
It might have been nice, Juniper thought, to jack Hawthorn off at the same time. If they had been near the same height, it might have been possible. But as it was, Juniper could do little more than reach for Hawthorn’s dick. It was hot and fleshy, limp still, but pulsating with potential power. Juniper wondered what it would taste like.
They sixty-nined — almost, since Juniper could barely reach Hawthorn’s cock — there behind the barn, just a few yards from the other cowboys. Hawthorn’s practiced lips worked up and down on Juniper’s smooth shaft, sending wave after wave of bliss through his body. Juniper didn’t know it could feel like this.
Juniper was engrossed in the feeling of warm pre-orgasmic pleasure emanating from his cock, and he couldn’t quite concentrate on reaching far enough to swallow Hawthorn’s dick at the same time.. Hawthorn was so much bigger than Juniper that he had a huge throat that opened up plenty wide enough for Juniper’s dick. It throbbed as it pulsated in and out of Hawthorn’s mouth, slathered with spit from his thick tongue.
“Oh god, Hawthorn, this feels so good!” Juniper asked. He reached for Hawthorn’s dick, which pulsated in his fingers, its veiny shaft feeling so thick and perfect like it had been made to fit in Juniper’s hand. He stretched forward enough to get the knob in his mouth, and the intense musk of Hawthorn’s manhood flooded Juniper’s senses.
“This is just the beginning. If’n you like this…” He ain’t need to finish his thought, and he was interrupted by an involuntary moan anyway, as a translucent fluid leaked from his cock.
“I told that slut to clean her cootchie off ‘fore I stuck it in, and she try to charge me extra fo’ it! Said I gotta pay fo’ her time and shit…”
“Did you pay?”
“… I try not to, but she got a big Indian fellah collecting money, and he ain’t nice about it. He’s as big as Hawthorn, and if’n you ain’t got the money to pay, he put your ass out on the street, peddling ya bottom until you make up the difference.”
The sound of the cowboys laughing as they talked about women made Juniper moan with desire again. They sounded so arousing, and he liked that story they told about the Indian man Johnny Redcob — Juniper knew who they spoke of, the silent Indian who worked at Lipsweet in town. That was a bar of floozies and cheap whiskey, rotgut stuff the both of them. Juniper didn’t go there.
But what he learned about how they collected payment interested Juniper very much. Maybe Lipsweet was more enjoyable than he had thought. From the way the cowboys talked about it, he assumed women were the only attraction there.
The cowboys kept hiding their conversation, lest Mister Goodman overhear and scold them. They repeatedly checked to make sure no one was near the barn. They only kept an eye on the main entrance though, because that was the direction Mister Goodman would have come from. He would have been furious if he heard his men talking about such disreputable notions as prostitution. He didn’t allow them to do anything that would bring this ranch into disrepute.
Since they looked only towards the main house, they had no idea that Hawthorn and Juniper were close enough to hear every word.
Juniper brought his fingers to his mouth, where he smelled the musty, cottony scent of sour precum. He sucked one finger, and shuddered at first at the potent, acrid flavor. But he decided he loved it, and he wanted more, so he licked the rest off his skin.
“You taste so good,” Juniper said. Hawthorn’s cockjuice tasted like what Juniper always thought it would smell like in the barn while the cowboys bathed. He suspected it would actually smell like hay and rotting wood, but in his mind, he smelled skin and soap and sweat, and the air tasted like those rock-hard biceps of Hawthorn’s that Juniper had licked. Unable to reach Hawthorn’s dick, Juniper continued licking the man’s meaty belly, his barrel-shaped chest and his powerful muscles.
Hawthorn took one of Juniper’s hands and guided it between his legs, through the tangle of hair beneath his low-hanging balls. Then Hawthorn lifted up his legs to give Juniper access to his ass.
A murmured choking sound came from Hawthorn’s throat — he was saying something. Juniper was in such intense throes of bliss he ain’t know what, but when Hawthorn repeated himself around the cock throbbing in his throat, Juniper got the gist of it. He was saying he wanted Juniper’s bottom. With his legs in the air, Juniper’s ass was bare to the world. That position also had the effect of pushing his dick up a bit, now so close to Juniper’s face that he could smell the precum, and when he stuck his tongue out, he garnered a taste of Hawthorn’s manhood, a single tantalizing taste of it.
When Juniper pushed one finger inside that dark, moist ring, Hawthorn’s whole body stiffened. Juniper ain’t know if that was out of pain or shame or eroticism or all three, but his muscles writhed beneath Juniper’s body.
His asshole was warm and tight. Juniper could barely get his index finger all the way in. He felt it clench around his finger as he began pushing it in and pulling it out. There was a sulphury smell, Juniper noticed, but behind that was the scent of manhood, musk and masculinity. He inhaled deeply of it the best he could while keeping his crotch on Hawthorn’s face.
Hawthorn had such a wide ass with plump, trembling cheeks that Juniper was entranced by them, even from his angle where he couldn’t quite see what he was doing. His hand disappeared between those broad cheeks, and every motion of his finger in Hawthorn’s ass made the cheeks jiggle again.
Scooting forward the best he could without removing his dick from Hawthorn’s mouth, Juniper managed to get the tip of Hawthorn’s dick in his own lips. He sucked on and played with the piss-slit with his tongue, while his free hand hefted Hawthorn’s heavy balls. Hawthorn gasped and spat thick precum onto Juniper’s tongue.
He had been so focused on Hawthorn’s buttcheeks that he ain’t notice right away when Hawthorn smacked Juniper’s ass, to tell him to take his dick out of his mouth. When he did, Hawthorn gasped for air. His face had turned red, and spittle left a trail between his lips and Juniper’s dick, which spasmed as though begging for more.
“I’m sorry, was that too much-?”
“Nah, you taste like woman, boi,” Hawthorn said. “Don’t apologize. Go’n and stick it in me. I wanna feel you in me.”
Juniper raced into action, excited to have this opportunity. He had never thought he would get to smash this cowboy’s tight, meaty ass. Kneeling behind him, Juniper stroked his dick as he wedged it into Hawthorn’s ass. Hawthorn’s great trunk-like thighs were right in front of his face — he still laid there on his back with his legs in the air — so Juniper gripped them for support as he pushed his dick between Hawthorn’s cheeks.
The sweat and the spit lubricated his manhood, and he easily slipped the whole thing in Hawthorn’s cavernous ass, each cheek of which was bigger than Juniper’s head. Despite his great size, his asshole was still tight and it clenched down on Juniper’s cock. Hawthorn grunted in pain and breathed heavily as he focused on opening up.
“Now move it back and forth. Keep it slow,” Hawthorn said through gritted teeth. Juniper had never seen him in pain, not even the one time he had been kicked by a mule in front of Juniper, and responded as though nothing had happened. Juniper hesitated, not wanting to hurt the man, who had been so nice to him, even before all this. Hawthorn grimaced. “No, you’re doing it right. It’s s’posed to hurt a bit. That’s god’s way of reminding us that jackin’ off is a sin, that we gotta seek forgiveness afterwards.”
Overwhelming pleasure coursed through Juniper’s body even before he began gyrating his hips. Soon, however, he got the hang of it, and he pounded that meaty ass as hard as he could. His cheeks jiggled with every thrust of Juniper’s cock deeper and deeper into him.
With Hawthorn’s spit as lube, Juniper had no trouble getting his dick in and out. He had had difficulty with just one finger, but it seemed Hawthorn had become so aroused he was opened up. Juniper felt a surge of desire; he rather wanted to try being on the bottom for Hawthorn’s massive meat too, but Hawthorn had such a huge cock, he was sure it would hurt badly. Still, it just might be worth it, he thought.
“I wonder where Hawthorn’s at.”
“Probly jackin’ off wit’ them vaqueros.”
The cowboys in the barn laughed knowingly, as though this was a common inside joke. Juniper was so distracted by his orgasm that the men’s words ain’t sink in right away — then he realized that they were saying. Hawthorn had a habit of having jacking off with the Mexican men as well. He had a hard time picturing any of the hardscrabble Mexicans submitting to a gringo cowboy like Hawthorn.
But Juniper was too engrossed in Hawthorn’s ass to think about that too much. He rammed his dick in and out now, no longer worried about hurting Hawthorn, who moaned and gasped loudly, as though he had no concern for being caught. Juniper stroked his dick as he smashed his ass, and played with his hairy balls with his other hand.
“Smash me, Juniper, oh tarnations, yes!”
An orgasm built up slowly but inexorably, and Juniper fought it off as long as he could. But it inevitably took over, and he gasped. He had to bite his lip to avoid being heard by the cowboys inside the barn. He shuddered and sprayed cum inside Hawthorn’s ass, while Hawthorn shot his own load all over his chest.
His climax was like nothing he had ever felt before. Juniper had touched his own dick on a number of occasions, alone, in his room, exploring his body, and he had smashed plenty of men through the years. But he had never experienced pleasure like this. It rocketed up his spine and made him moan a tight, pinched sound that felt like it should have been much louder than it was — not that Juniper was trying to make noise, he still wanted to keep this a secret from the naked cowboys in the barn.
He shot a huge load, or at least it felt like he did. It jetted from his cock for a full minute, coating every inch of Hawthorn’s hefty insides. Hawthorn smiled as his belly was covered in cum inside and out, his own massive wad spreading and flowing over his hairy skin.
“Aw, damn, boi,” Hawthorn said. He shook and shuddered with a mixture of pain and post-orgasmic bliss. “Don’t tell Mister Goodman about this. He’d fire us both fer shure.”
Cum dripped from Hawthorn’s ass, while Hawthorn’s own load matted his chest hair to his body. Juniper continued moving his hips back and forth now, but very slowly, marveling at how Hawthorn writhed and contorted every few seconds when the motion reawakened his orgasm.
“I won’t tell him anything,” Juniper said, his voice weak and strained. His orgasm had exhausted him more than any amount of work he had ever done. It made him want to eat a second dinner right now, then crawl into Hawthorn’s arms and sleep, right here behind the barn if he had to.
Juniper pulled out, breathing a sigh of relief. Hawthorn’s great wad of pearly cum sat on his warm chest, in the nooks and crannies created by his muscles. Juniper leaned in and licked it up, savoring the salty taste and creamy texture.
He licked it up all the way to Hawthorn’s face, where he kissed. Hawthorn gagged a little at the cummy flavor of his own wad on Juniper’s tongue, but he kissed back, wrapping his arms around Juniper’s back. The salty flavor of cum passed back and forth between their mouths as they both fell limp in each other’s arms — Hawthorn’s great big hulking limbs wrapped around Juniper, whose stick-like body in comparison couldn’t quite reach, so he just grasped at Hawthorn’s broad, sweat-dappled and sun-ruddened shoulders.
“Thank you, Hawthorn.”
“Don’t mention it, Juniper. For real, definitely do not mention it,” he said. “I was serious ‘bout keepin’ this a secret. Don’t mention it to no one, especially Mister Goodman.”
“I won’t. It’ll be our secret. Can I come see you again?”
“Anytime,” he said. He chewed on his lower lip. “You know which barn I sleep in, right?”
