Dan (Ex-lovers Brother-n-Law)

Back in my early twenties, while visiting the hometown of my ex-boyfriend in far west Texas, I had a chance encounter with his sister’s husband. I guess that made him my brother-n-law, or ex-brother-n-law. We had traveled all the way to Snyder, where Tom grew up, to visit his family for a week one summer.

After five days of being totally bored out of my mind, meeting all of Tom’s old girlfriend’s (Yes, he played ‘straight’ in high school, and though now openly gay in Dallas, he still would not admit it in his hometown. Case in point, when an old girl friend of his asked him directly if he was gay, he frantically denied it, with me standing there. This is one of the many reasons Tom & I went in separate ways, he would not admit the gay lifestyle, except in Oak Lawn), as well as all his high school friends, visited all his old haunts, and seen all there was to see, which took all of five minutes the first day. Snyder is a very, very small farm town. There is no mall, no theater, no shopping center, antique store, gay bar, or Starbucks for 100 miles. There was nothing to do for fun, no mischief to get into, or any thing remotely entertaining to do, unless you call watching the grass grow or the paint to dry, as a form of entertainment. One could join the porch rockers and watch the traffic go by, but hardly any cars or trucks were on the road.

Anyway, after 5 days of doing very little, I was so bored that I just sat on the couch watching TV, counting the minutes left before we headed back to Dallas and civilization in two days. Tom, along with his mother, and two of his sisters went to third sister’s house to help her paint a couple of rooms, clean-up the yard, and do other home improvement projects, which interested me about as much as, well, painting walls. So I stayed at “mom’s” house, lounging on the sofa, flipping through TV channels, and reading a book. After finding nothing on TV and not getting into the book I had, decided to take a nap. Stripping down to my boxers, I lie down on the sofa, and shortly fell asleep.

After snoozing for a couple of hours, a loud knocking on the side door awakened me. Stumbling half asleep, grumbling about being woken up, & wondering who it was, since no one was due back for several more hours, I shuffled off the couch and answered the door. Then my heart just stopped beating in my chest at the sight of who it was.

It was the Dan. Let me tell you about him. He was, at that time, 34 yrs old, standing 5’4" tall, about 165 lbs of nothing but muscle, with not so much as an ounce of fat anywhere on his body, and I should know, I explored every inch of it, but I am getting ahead of myself. He works all day out on his ranch, riding horses all day in the backfields, tending cattle and mending fences in the hot summer heat. He had short, sun-bleached, blonde hair, a gorgeous, clean-shaven face, perfect white teeth, and the cutest dimples when he smiled, which made you feel warm all over. His eyes were a soul piercing crystal-blue, and had the cutes little ears, that you just wanted to nipple on for a while. He wore faded blue jeans, that were so skin tight, it did not leave much to the imagination, but they did form perfectly to his grapefruit sized basket and the most perfect bubble butt I have every seen.

I meet him the first night we arrived and saw him every day since. All of Tom’s sisters and their husbands came over each night for dinner, spending the evening talking, playing board games, watching TV, or going out on the porch to smoke. Dan was extremely polite, very friendly, a great sense of humor, and, you had the feeling he would give the shirt off his back if you needed it or not. He had a firm handshake, which I always held onto for as long as I could. During the evenings, on several occasions, when Dan and I made eye contact, he would always flash his disarming smile, wink at me, and would not brake eye contact for as long as possible. All through dinner, desert, games, TV, & smoke breaks, we talked about this, or that, cracking jokes, and just had a good time. He told me at one point that since growing up in Snider, he had never meet a gay person in his life, but did not believe there was anything wrong with it, and did not understand why other people could be so hateful about it. I told him that I really appreciate his refreshing attitude, and that if he had any questions at all, I would be happy to answer them for him. That began an ongoing conversation that lasted for several nights. At first, he would only ask questions about how we made decisions about who cooked, cleaned, washed dished, did the laundry, yard work, or wash the car. Then he asked about was I born or did I become gay? When did I know? What did my family do when they found out? And so on. But every once in a while he would asked a little bit more intimate question about what Tom and I did in our spare time, what we did for entertainment, did we only sleep with other guys, and what did this or that mean. He would ask his questions in his polite, but extremely cute manor like a little boy who wanted to ask you something very important but did not know how to ask.

The more time I spent with this man, the more I liked him, it never crossed my mind that he was interested in playing; I did not give it much thought. I blow it off to him being a curious small town man, meeting his first gay person in his life. After all, he was a married man, very happily so and I was not about to be the person that was going to ruin that, or cause a scandal in the family. Though I will admit, I did a couple of times, spent a few hours lying in bed thinking about what was in those jeans. Believing that my fantasies was the closest I would ever get to actually seeing his naked body, or running my hands across his firm ass. 

Anyway, as I said, it was on the fifth of our trip, bored out of my mind, with nothing to do but to take naps, read books, stare out the window, and wait to head back to civilization. Waken from a nap to find him at the door. It briefly crossed my mind that he looked like a little boy, nervously looking to see if anyone was around, but not giving it much thought, being half-asleep, and wanting to get back to my nap. But there he was, fresh from out on the range, white cowboy hat, tan denim shirt, Texas-size belt buckle, you know the one, more metal then a Buick, well-worn brown leather cowboy boots, and those, should not be legal, skin-tight jeans, totally covered in dust, dirt and sweat from a hard days work tending cattle.

He said he came in early from work, so he could shower at the house. Which he had done on a couple of other times this week, because the water pressure was better in town, then back at his trailer on the ranch, and so he would not be late tonight, which he normally was, meeting us for dinner with the rest of the family and some other friends of Tom’s. I did not give it much thought, let him in, I offered him a coke, and we talked a little bit in the kitchen. As we talked, he started taking off is boots, socks, belt, shirt, & t-shirt, throwing them on the washing machine, and unbuttoned his jeans, while I stood there in my silk boxers, trying very hard not to get a bonner by concentrating on everything but the open top of his jeans.

After a little bit he said he needed to get in the shower and preceded to unzip his jeans as he padded off to the shower, stopping to lean on the couch as he removed his jeans. I was not 2 feet away from him when he pulled them off, walking behind him into the living room; I just stood there staring at his fine ass in his white briefs. Watching him, my cock starting to stir and was doing its best to escape my boxers and it was impossible to hide the fact.

Here we are in the living room, him in his whitey-tightey, and me in my boxers, trying to hide my hard-on behind my hands and not doing a very good job of it. We talked for several minutes more and he acted as if I was not standing there with my boner in plain sight, as if this was a normal occurrence. He finally heads into the bathroom stopping just inside the door to remove his underwear, giving me a quick shot of his ass as he shuts the door.

Well, I did not know what to do, so I sat down on the couch, turned on the TV, and tried to concentrate watching it, instead of thinking of Dan being in the other room stark naked, water running down his hard body. So close, but so far. I tried really hard not to think of him, but it was an impossible task. I really thought he had no idea what was going through my mind, so I was not going to try anything that would cause problems with the family. So I sat there, forcing my cock to go down and making myself think of anything else but him.

After about 30 minutes later, I had to pee after drinking two cokes and being nervous, but did not have to balls to go knock on the door, though I wanted to very much. After about another 5 minutes, I finally could not hold it any longer, I knock on the door, and open the door a little bit. He asked what do I needed, so I popped my head a little ways in the door and told him I had to pee and he did not hesitate saying come on in. As I walk in, I could hear him moving around in the shower, but could not see anything with the heavy shower curtain and all the steam. As I am peeing, staring straight into the toilet, I hear the water go off and I got that feeling in my stomach when you are very nervous, but at the same time excited, but don’t know what you should do next, vomit or sign hallelujah. As I am trying to finish peeing, but become pee shy and cannot finish, I heard him rustling for a towel to dry off with in the bathroom closet. Now I am staring really hard into the toilet, trying to keep my eyes forward, but I could see him out of the corner of my eye toweling off. Though I am trying hard not to look, but not doing a very good at of it, because he is standing to the side of me, slowing toweling off every inch of his body, even turning around so I can see his backside as he dries it off. I am staring opening, and he did not seem to care one bit, and was not bothered in the slightest, talking as if we are in our Sunday finest. He just kept toweling off, as if I was not even in the bathroom with him.

I finished peeing, shake off and put everything away, before my cock started to get hard again and turn to leave the bathroom, but come to a complete dead stop. I cannot help but stare. There he is, toweling himself off, still damp, but all muscle, and not trying to hide any part of himself. I got to see it all, from his gorgeous, thick rod, his walnut sized, fur-covered balls, to his round, firm, and you just know, tight, hairy ass, which he gives me the full view of his hole as he puts one foot up on the tub to dry off the under side of his leg. I stood there, just staring, mouth open, and cock stirring, not moving an inch. When I saw his magnificent cock, hanging down between his legs, bobbing back and forth, looking as if it was getting a little bigger each second, I said under my breath, ‘ my lord’, he just smiled and continues to dry himself. But when he let me see his backside and then his asshole, I could not help but utter ‘Damn!’ By this time, my cock was rock hard and I had my hands over it to, trying to keep it from popping out of my boxers, looking for some fresh air. Red-faced, I apologized for it, saying that it has a mind of it’s own sometime and begin to move toward the door, but can’t get around him in the small bathroom, so I can do nothing but just stand there, staring at him, and holding my cock. He says, "It’s no big thing, I should be apologizing to you for making your uncomfortable. I have never been much on modesty, even as a little boy, my parents could not keep my clothes on me. But since I’ve seen your hard-on, I’ll make mine hard and let you see it and well call it even." I barely utter the work “sure,” before he sits down on the side of the tub and starts playing with his cock, making his already thick piece, thicker and harder. He sits there pulling on it, making it grow, all the while smiling at me, and looking at me with those killer eyes.

He then sits on the edge of the tub and is stroking his tool like there is no tomorrow, so I let go of my cock and it immediately pops out of my boxers, pointing straight out, bobbing up and down and I start stroking my already throbbing cock, as I lean against the sink, kicking off my boxers. We sit there for a while just stroking our own cocks, looking at one another, not sure what to do next, but since I have a little more experience, I figure I should take the lead. So then I get the nerve to ask if I could touch his cock, he says he has never had another man touch it before, but he was a little curious at to what it was like and says go ahead. I tell him, I will stop any time he wants me to. So I go over to him and wrap my hand around his big cock, my fingers barely going around his thick shaft and start pulling on it, as he leans back, watching me, with a killer smile on his face and those sharp blue eyes. And from all the noise he was making, he was really enjoying it and I was really enjoying doing it. This goes on for a while and then I take his hand and put it on my cock. He is a little hesitant at first, almost pulling his hand back but, but did not, and after a couple of minutes, he gets the rhythm down pretty good. After getting the chance to feel his cock, I wanted to taste it next, so I do something he was not expecting and without asking. I get down on my knees, take his dick in my mouth, and begin to work my tongue all over the big mushroom head of his and then slowly working his dick into my mouth. When I got about half of his cock in my mouth, I started really working it over, going to town on it.

You would have thought he has never had a decent blowjob before in his life, because after about five minutes, he blew his load down the back of my throat and it was a big load, just as I knew it would be. As I finish his cock off and begin to stand up, wondering if I should leave, beat off, or what, when he asked me, if I could do anything I wanted to him, what it would be? Not about to miss an opportunity, but not believing I would every get the chance, I told him I would love to eat his ass out for a while and then spread his gorgeous cheeks with my hard cock a couple of times. He said without hesitation, “Well I will let you eat out my ass, but I am not sure I am up to you fucking me. I replied, “Well, we will just take one step at a time and see how things go, won’t we?”

So we go into the bedroom I have been given and I have him lay face down on the bed, telling him to spread his legs apart and put some pillows under him to get is ass a little higher in the air. I crawl up behind him and start by kissing, licking, and nibbling every inch of his gorgeous, firm, hairy buns. Then after a while, I pull his cheeks apart a little bit and start licking at his ass hole, and he quizzers every time I touch his little pucker. Ok, I’m not bragging when I say I have a really long tongue and know exactly how to use it on an asshole, but I do and I did not hold back a bit showing him just how well I can use my tongue. I start easy at first, just licking around his hole, slipping my tongue in every once in a while. After a while, I notice he is getting hard again, so I pick up the pace. I pull his cheeks as far apart as I can and insert every bit of my tongue as deep as I can in his hole, licking a far in as I can and he goes nuts. Moaning, groaning, and squirming all over the bed. He is begging me for more and I did not want to disappoint him, so I get up on my knees and begin to work my cock between his cheeks. My cock is about half way in him before he realizes what I am doing and he starts to pull away. But I wrap my arms around him really tight, holding him in place under me, and kept working my cock until every inch of it is inside of him. He switches back and forth from begging me to stop to begging me for more, but not trying to get away from me any more. Once I am all the way in, I stopped and just laid there on top of him, holding him tight in my arms, giving him and his asshole time to adjust to my cock filling up his backside.

After a few minutes, I start slowing moving in and out of him. Taking my time, not wanting to rush and I did not want to hurt him, the first time out. This goes on for about 15 - 20 minutes, a nice slow, steady pace. When I unwrap my arms from around his body, he just sinks more into the bed, not attempting to get way, as I slide my cock in and out of his asshole. He lies there, letting me slide my cock back and forth out of his hole. I start to move a little faster and he starts to moan and groan again. I keep increasing the speed and he moans louder. After about 30 mins, I am pounding his hole hard, deep, and fast and he is throwing his ass back, begging me to fuck him harder and harder. Then when I am about to come, I tell him I am pulling, but he tells me to keep it in him. He wants me to shoot my load in his ass. And when I came, I came a ton, but I did not stop pumping his ass after I shot my last seed. I kept plowing him for another 20 – 30 minutes, slowing down as I did so. I eventually lay down on top of him, with my cock deep in his ass, wrapping my arms around him again and we lay there for a long time, this way.

When my cock starts to go soft, I roll off his back, and lay down next to him. He just laid in his stomach, and stares at me for a while, neither of us saying a whole lot. After a while, I asked him if he was going to be ok, since this was his first time, not only being with a man, but being fucked by one. And he said, ‘Yes, going to be just fine, as a matter of fact, you’re going to fuck me again before they get back’. And with that, he went down on me, starting sucking on my dick and balls and I was rock hard again in seconds. And for a man who had never sucked another man before, he did not do too badly of a job for his first time. He then starting licking my ass hole and I really enjoyed it.

After a while of him rimming me, getting me all wet and hot, he said, ‘Fuck me on me back this time’. So I flip him onto his back, grab his ankles, and push them all the way up to his ears, making his ass point straight at the ceiling, and this time I do not take it easy going in. I slam it all in on the first stroke and pull all the way back out and slam it in again. I keep doing this for a while and the entire time his begging for more and the look of pure ecstasy on his face made it well worth it. I pound him hard for another 20 - 30 minutes, while at the same time, I am stroking his cock, hard and fast; bring every closer to an orgasm. He cum’s first and it is all over the place. His load covers his stomach, some hits him in the face, more of it hits the headboard and the wall behind the bed, but I do not stop fucking his hole or stroking his cock. It’s another 5 - 6 minutes before I cum, and I really slam my cock as deep in him as I can, unloading shot after shot of my cum, finally collapsing on top of him in pure exhaustion. We lay there, with my cock up his ass and his cum all around us, hugging one another and just enjoying the moment.

After a little while, he said he is going to take anther shower and I say I will join him. As we shower, we wash each other all over, lathering each other up really good with soap and rinsing each other off. I have him turn around and scrub his ass with a soapy rag, rinse it off and then eat it out for a while and he returns the favor. Then I push him down on his knees and have him suck on my cock. And he did not have to wait long for me to shoot a load in his mouth, while he beats his meat and shoots all over the tub. We finish up, dry off, get dressed and set down to watch some TV, before the others get there and we all go out to dinner. By the time we are dressed and back in the living room, they all show up 10 mins later.

We all then went out to dinner at a little restaurant in town, the only one, and afterwards, everyone come back to the house; we sit around talking for a while and drinking beer. No one would have guessed that the two of us had done anything out of the ordinary by our behavior, nor did either of us regret it in the slightest. And we both know the other had a really good time and would not have changed anything from what happened. It was perfect!!! And that was not the only time I got the chance to experience that fine, west Texas cowboy butt on that trip. No sir, I filled up that hole several more times over the next 3 days, before having to come back to Dallas, five times more to be exact. Well, five times, but about 15 loads. Every one of them was just a good as the one before.

The next day, he and his wife came by for an early breakfast. As they were leaving, she off to her job in town, he asked if I would be interested in spending the day riding horses with him as he tends his cattle. I ask Tom if it would be all right. As I held my breath, Tom did not want to go, but say I could if I wanted to. I almost did cartwheels, first, for him letting me go, which most of the time he would not have, second, for him not going and spoiling the whole day, and finally, for not knowing what me and his Dan had done and was going to do again, as I was hoping we were.

We drove back to his trailer out on his ranch, not saying much, not needing to. We got a soda at his house, saddled a couple of his horses, made a bag lunch, iced down some more soda and water, and headed out to check on his cattle. After about a 30-minute ride way out in the middle of nowhere, you could not see his trailer or other home. He pulls his horse up next to a grove of trees and says let’s take a break to give the horses a little rest, water and feed,  and we can sit in the shade and rest a little too. He ties the horses to one of the trees and pushes his way deeper into the trees and I following in excitement, hoping I know what is coming next. As we get to the center of the trees, there is an opening, not with a lot of room, but more then enough for a couple of people. He looks as me and says, ‘Boy is it really hot out here today’, and then precedes to remove all his clothing, throwing them on the ground, but putting his cowboy boots and hat back on. Boy, let me tell you there was never a hotter sight then him standing there, butt naked, with nothing more then his boots, hat and a cocky smile. He then throws a saddle blanket over a tree that is almost horizontal, startles it face down, and over his shoulder, begs me to fuck him as many times as I could, before he has to take me back to the house, moving his ass in a way that would have gotten it fucked by anyone anywhere. And I was not going to disappoint him, if I could help it. We were out there for 7 hours, in that grove of trees, stark naked, sweating in the summer heat and not giving a damn about it. By the time we headed back to his trailer, I had pump and pounded his hole, shooting five of my loads deep inside of his ass. It was running out of his ass as he got dress and he did not care. He was smiling all the way back to the trailer and the drive back to the house. Did not talk much, did not need to.

Did not see Dan the next day at all, so was a little sad, but did stroke off to him a couple times through the day, so it made up for it a little. Saw him for dinner that night and I thought that was going to be it for the day, but that night he snuck over to the house in the middle of the night and he woke me up by tapping on the window, begging me to come outside. I got dressed and lucky, the bedroom I was in, was one of those ‘mother-in-law’ bedrooms that has its own door for entering the house and Tom was sleeping on the sofa in the living room, just like he did at home. We walked down to a little park at the end of the street and we were all over each other, kissing, feeling, and groping each other. I undid his jeans, spun him around, and as I bent him over, told him that his ass was mine to do with as I wanted and there was nothing he could do about it. He just smiled and pointed his ass right where it needed to be. By the time we finished I had bent him over a seesaw, a swing, a slide, a picnic table, and facedown in the grass, and then as I sat at the picnic table, leaning back against the top, he rode my cock, milking it for every drop of cum. By then, the sun was almost up and people were being to stir. We headed back to the house, he headed home, and I snuck back into the house, Tom or his mother never the wiser.

And the last two times was on the day I left. He showed up at the house, while I just happen to be outside taking a walk and begged me to do him one more time before I left and I was more then happy to give him what he wanted. We went back out to his place, after I told my Tom that Dan was outside and was wondering if I could give him a hand this morning with a couple of things he needed help with. Tom almost came with us, but I talked him out of it by telling him he needed to spend some more time with his mother before we left back to Dallas later that evening and so he did not go. I practically jump into the Dan’s truck and he drove 90 to nothing getting back to his place. By the time, we hit the front door of his trailer, he was totally naked, and I was almost cloth less. Then we proceeded to use every piece of furniture in his house that was suitable for bearing our weight and the hard fucking I was giving his ass. We did not miss a room, the bedroom, the living room, and the dinning room, in the bathroom and on the front and back porch. We were sitting in the hot tub, just messing around a little, when we were almost caught by his wife, coming home to pick up some stuff she had forgotten to take with her that morning. We are butt naked in the water, but luckily, they had a really long driveway and you could see the road from where we were. We had swim trunks close by and could get them on really fast, but both of us just laid our trunks on our lap so it looked like we had them on. She came out to talk to us for few minutes and then left. She had not made it back to the road before I had him flipped over and was fucking him over the side of the tub, unloading in him a couple of time. After that, I sucked him off and he took me back over to the house to get ready to leave, which I did not want to, knowing that this was going to be the last time we had to play. Let me tell you how hot this person was. I hated small towns. Lived in one all my childhood and as soon as I could, I moved to a big city and never went back. But this person was making my consider changing my plans. We even talked about it a little bit. Things like, what would happen if I moved to Snyder and what we would do. But I know it would not go beyond what we had already done, so we just enjoyed what we had experience and made the best of it. He drove me back to the house and we said goodbye for what I thought was the last time, but I was wrong, so very happily wrong.

The very last time I felt that tight cowboy ass wrapped around my cock, was about 4 hours later that afternoon, after fucking him all over his trailer. Tom and I had the car almost packed to go back to Dallas was planning to leave within an hour or two. Tom was taking a nap so he could do most of the driving and I happen to see Dan drive up and I went out to meet him. He was like, ‘Sure wish you could plow me one more time’ and not wanting to miss a chance either, I pulled him around the side of the house where some large evergreen shrubs were that would hide us from the house, the house next door and the street.

I just pulled his pants down to his knees, laid him on the grass and used a little spit for lube and preceded to fuck him right there. And I did not hold back, I pounded him as hard as I could, I was not going to let anything make me miss a great opportunity as this. And this time I told him not to make a sound, and he did not so much as make a peep as I pounded his ass hard against the ground. I shot two more loads in him that afternoon, outside of the house, behind a couple of evergreen shrubs next to Tom’s mother’s house. When I finished, I had him take off his underwear to wipe his ass with and then take the underwear as a souvenir, so I could have something to remember the best trip I ever had. I still have them and still wish I could make another trip about out to the little west Texas town, where I found that hot, hairy, virgin, cowboy’s bubble butt, which was just looking for the right cock to come along and show it what it was missing.