Rodeo John

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I am telling you this story is an attempt to share some of the thrill that I have had from the true-to-life experience that you’re about to read.

My name is Kent Hudson; I am a lawyer in a small southern town. On March 4th of this year I turned 48 years old. To some of you that is “over the hill,” to others I am not all the way to the top yet. I do my best to keep my 6’1” 190 pound frame in the best of shape. Years ago I learned that in order to stay in shape, work was required. Sitting behind a desk was not going to do for my body what I wanted it to look like. Thus, I joined a health and fitness center.

The gym was great for the first couple of weeks and then it got dull. You know what I mean, you all have been there. Good intentions turn into a quick workout and shower followed by a trip to a restaurant with some friends. Yes, I was one of those 2—3 times a week, light workout, members of a local gym.

More of my time at the gym was spent doing business than it was doing any kind of exercise. As a result, I started gaining weight and getting out of shape; my clothes starting getting snug. Something had to be done. I could use some motivation.

Late night meals were limited, lunch meals were restricted to small portions and salads. I got dedicated to going to the gym and putting in a full workout. After the workout, I would relax in the steam room for a few minutes. The steam would help remove the soreness and tension from my body, as well as the stress from the day. I was a regular at the gym, some say that they could set their watches by my arrival time.

After about six weeks, my body was showing the results--a body that I was proud to show off whenever I got a chance. You might say that I am a nudist at heart. I like to think of myself as an exhibitionist. The locker room was a great place to be all natural. Most of the other men are not modest either, although some are extremely modest.

The shower room at the gym is an open concept with four shower heads on each side of the room and three along the back wall for a total of eleven spaces for men to shower. The steam room is located directly across from the opening to the showers and has a clear view of all that is going on there; a nice contemporary design.

Once in the wet area, the majority of the men will just hang their towels on a hook by the door and walk around just like the day they were born. In an environment like this, the men you are associating with become like brothers. There is a bond between you that is hard to explain.

We sit in the steam room and chat about the day’s happening, both local and national. Topics will swing from religion to politics to bits of juicy gossip. Any evening there are between 4 and 8 men gathered. Some are everyday regulars, others are every-other day regulars, but we know when one is missing for more than the usual time.

On Friday evening of the week of Valentines Day a new face showed up. He is a long time gym member and regular, but he is an after 7 pm regular. He is coming in when I am leaving most nights. This week he was off schedule because of taking his wife out to a romantic evening for Valentines. His body is amazing, 5’7” 160 pounds of muscle and not a single ounce of fat. When he entered the locker room that evening, his locker was in the same zone as mine. We spoke a kind greeting and went about getting changed for our workout.

Some of the other men knew him by name and were talking with him about the Rodeo that was coming to town. This guy sure looked like a rough and tough bull-riding cowboy to me. His name was Jake Massey. Why did that sound so familiar? After the workout, it was time for the reward of the shower and steam bath.

Jake was very close to my exact routine in the gym so we were at the lockers at the same time. More small talk and then off to the shower, together. He never even wrapped the towel around his waist or hung it over his shoulder. He had very good reason not to cover his goods. His dick must have been 8 inches long, hanging half way down his leg. On top of that fact was the two beautiful low hanger balls that were behind that cock. His ass was so round and firm and his chest was picture perfect with two brown nipples just begging to be sucked.

Where the fuck had this god been? We bonded and became friend quickly. I did find out that he is married with four children. His father is Randy Massey, Jr. and that is when the bells went off. Yes, the Randy Massey Rodeo is named after Jake’s grandfather, a local rodeo hero. Jake worked with his father in the timber industry, Massey and Son Logging. You can find out a complete personal history in just a short time when you are stripped naked and have nothing to hide.

The other men in the steam room would cut jokes at Jake and pick with him like old friends, but I was just in amazement. Over the next week Jake became an evening regular at the gym. I was glad; happy to see him and develop a deeper relationship with him.

Then on Thursday night, always a slow evening, he and I were the only ones in the shower and steam room. He said, “Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?”

I answered, “Anything you want to know, I will be glad to try to answer.”

“Have you ever sucked a man’s dick before?” he asked.

Wow, what a blunt question that caught me off guard, my reply was, “Yes, but never one as nice as yours.”

“I don’t do this often, but I like the way that a man can give me a blow job. You have been drooling over my dick for days now, come on and suck me before anyone comes in.” he calmly said in a matter of fact tone of voice.

I licked my lips and opened my mouth. Eager to take as much of that huge dick as I could, it began to grow and get hard. I was astonished to see it reach half way up his belly reaching toward those nipples. No way in hell am I going to get all of this in my mouth tonight. I sucked, I tried to deep throat him. Under a time pressure of “who is coming” added to the excitement.

His hips were thrusting toward me and I was enjoying every inch. We had about 5 minutes together alone until we heard voices enter the shower area. My head was spinning and I was seeing stars. Talk about getting a cardio workout, my heart was beating so fast. I needed a cold shower.

After that evening, he stopped coming all together. I asked around, no one had seen him in the afternoon or evening. What happed to him? Did I frighten him away? Did he get scared that he would get caught? Did his wife find out? All kinds of thoughts were running through my head. What was I going to do? I could not just let this wonderful experience happen and then “poof” it is over. So I called his work number with a request for him to come look at some timber on my land. I left an address, but not my name. I don’t even know if you would know who I was by name alone.

It was a small track of land with about 25 trees that I wanted taken out. Their business motto is “nothing is too small for us” which makes me laugh when I think about how large his dick is. Jake is the one in charge of the company and would be the one to come check out the timber. He got there and when I came out of the house, he smiled and said, “Hello you sorry, son-of-a-bitch. How the hell have you been?”

“I am doing alright, but was worried about what the fuck happened to you after our encounter at the gym.” I snapped back.

“Damn, I am sorry, but I’ve been on the rodeo circuit for the last couple of weeks. You know I have to go make an appearance at all the county rodeos and just haven’t had the time to make it to the gym.” he said.

We looked at the trees in question. He scratched his head and said that we should go inside where it was cooler and he would give me a figure on what he would pay per tree. Inside we sat at the kitchen counter and I made a pot of coffee. After a short visit, I could not resist any longer. I walked behind him and wrapped him in my arms from behind. I kissed his neck and one hand went to his chest; the other when for his crotch. I could feel his body melt as his dick got hard.

We moved into the bedroom, kissed with passion, lips and tongue. Our lust did not slow as we removed all of our clothes and fell into the bed, side by naked side. Never have I been in such a romantic setting with any hotter man. I would nibble on his nipple and he would grope my nuts. I would sniff his under arms and he would stroke my back. We were in tune. He took my poor excuse for a dick into his mouth and showed me how hot he could suck. I managed to find my way to his cock and balls doing my best to service him.

The afternoon was wonderful! Both of us were sexually satisfied and happy to know that our loads of cum were used to feed each other. We were so covered in sweat that we decided to shower together before he left. Each of us lathered the other and continued our love making under the hot running water of the shower.

As he got dressed, he told me that his wife knew everything, but would not give him a divorce because she liked the status of being “Mrs. Jake Massey” so she allowed him to play, as long as it was not common knowledge. “You need to start coming to the gym around 7:00pm. There is never a crowd there and I could use a workout partner.” he smiled as he spoke.

My answer was, “I will be there for you starting tonight.”

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