Before removing his jock strap, my nose made its way into inhaling his sweaty, piss stains the jock strap had to offer. I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down. Mike stood up, his tight Wranglers showed off a well-defined bulging basket and his tight ass.
Mike sat down on the bed and I removed his boots and socks and inhaled his sweaty feet. My tongue went to work as I licked and slurped his sweaty, hairy armpits and made love to his man nipples. Mikes body was solid and firm and his muscular arms and chest showed that the years of hard farm labor he had performed. I did as I was told and removed his shirt to discover a very solid, muscular chest and pecs. My nipples were raw and sore after the sucking torture. Mike went down and started sucking and chewing on my pink nipples, milking them for all that it was worth. As I stood naked before him and he inspected my smooth body he said in a rather deep, sadistic tone, “Look what I bought at the cattle auction today, a hungry Oklahoma farm boy that needs a hot cowboy rancher shithole”. I made the hotel arrangements and Mike agreed to meet me.Īs soon as Mike walked into my hotel room, he gave me a long deep penetrating kiss and instructed me to strip.
Mike was straight and married, but could only find other men to fulfill his nasty needs and desires.Īfter corresponding for several months, Mike informed me that he was going to be in Kansas City for a cattlemen’s convention and since Kansas City is only about four hours from me, I agreed to make the drive to service his rancher body. I met Mike through a personal ad and the minute that I saw a picture of his big cock and open asshole, I knew that I had to have this man and was willing to go at any lengths to get it. Mike is in his late fifties, brown hair and eyes, a thick, beefy muscular body, a hot hole and an incredible monster cock. Mike or Master Mike as he is liked to be called is a hunky cattle rancher from Nevada. Sometimes, I even make road trips to meet these men, as was the case with Mike. That’s why the majority of men that I find to feed me are ones that are from out of state that travel in and around Oklahoma. I meet guys who like to “talk” about it but when it comes to actually doing the deed, the guy’s chicken out and cant go through with it. Trying to find guys who are willing to dehumanize a hungry mouth is not easy.
Being a hungry, young, 28-year-old shitboy in Oklahoma is not easy and at most times it is rather frustrating.