Stud Me

Horny ranch-hand Bill lures his city slicker buddy Dave out to the sprawling spread, his mind set on burying himself deep in that tight urban ass. He pictures it all: the dust settling as he bends Dave over a hay bale, pounding away with relentless rhythm. But Dave's eyes widen at the sight of Bill's massive cock—thick as a fence post, veined and throbbing—and he shakes his head, a sly grin spreading. Not tonight, cowboy. Instead, Dave flips the script. He shoves Bill down onto the rough wool blanket, the wrangler's muscled frame yielding with a surprised grunt. Dave's hands grip those callused hips, spreading Bill wide. He teases first, tongue tracing the puckered ring, slicking it with spit before sliding in two fingers, then three, stretching that virgin-tight hole until Bill bucks and moans like a stallion in heat. Dave's own rod, hard and insistent, presses against the entrance. He thrusts in slow at first, filling Bill inch by inch, the ranch-hand's body clenching around him in delicious protest. Bill's cries echo off the barn walls—raw, needy—as Dave claims him, pounding that ass until sweat slicks their skin. But Dave doesn't stop there. He pulls out, glistening, and guides Bill's head down, feeding his cock into that eager mouth, fucking his throat with steady strokes while fingers plunge back into the wrangler's stretched hole. Bill gags and swallows, hungry for more. Dave flips him again, onto all fours, and takes his mouth from the other end—plunging deep into that ass once more while Bill's own untouched cock leaks pre-cum onto the dirt floor. Every hole gets plugged, every angle twisted, until Bill's a trembling mess, spent and sated, the roles reversed in the best damn way.