TITLE    : Cowboy, My Prophet
STORYID  : cowboy-my-prophet
SUMMARY  : Cowboy brands his lover with semen--and words.
AUTHOR   : Cal Y. Pygia@lit
DATE     : 2005-05-10
CATEGORY : gay-sex-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |cowboy|prophet|semen|sperm|cock|prick|dick|fellatio|oral sex|brand|


I call my first gay lover "Cowboy." I don't remember his true name, or even if I ever knew it. To me, he's Cowboy because he was a tall, lanky man who seemed as if, were he not seated beside me on a towel spread over his couch, he belonged in boots, chaps, jeans, a flannel shirt, a neckerchief, and, of course, a Stetson. He was ruggedly good-looking, tan, and weathered, with white teeth, brown hair, and blue eyes. I imagine he might have been as good with a six-gun as he was with a lasso. He wanted me to suck his cock.



He had as beautiful a prick as one might expect a cowboy to have. It was seven inches, thick, and, like the rest of him, ass as well as chest and legs, tanned by long hours of bathing nude in the sun, probably on his balcony but maybe at the local nude beach as well.



He'd had a lover who'd performed oral sex on him on a regular basis, once a week, until, after several years, he'd moved away. Cowboy was looking for a replacement; I was auditioning for the part, although I hadn't known it at the time.



We were watching a porn video--heterosexual, not gay. I knew, even then, that I preferred men to women (so much so that I couldn't imagine why any man would choose a woman over another man for his mate, partner, or companion), but watching the naked ladies suck cock and take pricks up their asses (and cunts) was still mildly exciting, especially when I concentrated on the erect penises, imagining that I had switched places with the women who sucked and fucked these thick, hard organs.



While we were watching one of the men fuck a woman in the ass, Cowboy regarded me from the corner of his eye. "I wouldn't want anyone doing that to me," he announced. I wondered whether he was letting me know that he was a top instead of a bottom or whether he was suggesting that he thought anal intercourse was repulsive or whether he was encouraging me to divulge whether I would want anyone (namely, him) to fuck me in the ass. Uncertain of his intention, I kept mum.



He spied the erection jutting stiffly from my groin. "It looks like you're ready," he announced.



This was my first time, so I felt shy. I nodded, mute and absurd, as he took my cock in his fist and began to masturbate me. Having another man's hand gripping my prick was a strange sensation, as was the tugs and lifts of the flesh upon my organ's straining shaft that this other's hand produced. I lasted a long time, which seemed to displease Cowboy, as if my inability to reach orgasm and ejaculate within a minute or two of his efforts was somehow an insult to his talents or manhood or something. When I did spurt my semen onto my belly, he smiled, obviously pleased, his expression suggesting that I was interested in men, after all, just like Cowboy himself; I, too, was a queer, as the abrupt appearance of my molten seed demonstrated for both him and me to see.



After he'd assured himself that I was no different than he, Cowboy told me about his friend, the middle-aged man who'd sucked his cock faithfully once a week, and he said he was looking for someone to take his departed friend's place. He smiled at me.



Cowboy and I had met as a result of our both having placed a taped message on a telephone dating service for bisexual and gay men. My ad, in which I had offered oral sex, had intrigued him, and, after a phone call or two, he'd invited me to his apartment in Oceanside and, feeling both excited and afraid at the same time, I drove up from San Diego to keep our date, telling myself all the while that I could turn back at any time even though I knew that this was one date that I would force myself to keep. Since my teenage years, I'd longed to get naked with another man and to suck his dick. It was long past time I realized that fantasy.



Now, seated beside Cowboy, his own erection standing straight up from his lap, his balls gathered inside his taut scrotum, I had cold feet. I wanted to suck his cock, but I knew that, once I did, I would have committed an act from which there was no return. I would have become a cock sucker. Although, to me, being a cock sucker was by no means a despicable state and was, in fact, an honorable and desirable station, decades of counterarguments by bigoted, self-righteous family and friends made me lose my resolution that, this day, come hell or high water, I would realize my deepest, most ardent desire to perform fellatio upon another man. I just couldn't bring myself to do it.



I figured that Cowboy would be angry. He might even get physical. After all, I'd promised him not once or twice but several times that I would suck his prick; now, the moment at hand, I was going to renege on that promise. It would serve me right, I thought, if Cowboy did whip my ass.



Meekly, I announced my decision not to fellate him, waiting for his wrath, his shouts, his blows.



Instead, Cowboy nodded. "That's okay," he said. "I understand." he took my hand in his and placed it upon his erection. "Do you mind giving me a hand job?"



I smiled at him. "Gladly," I said. Unlike me, Cowboy came quickly, spurting thick streamers and gobbets of warm, white semen onto his belly--and my hand.



Cowboy looked at the sperm he'd ejaculated onto my hand and smiled. "I've branded you," he said. "One day, you'll suck cock," he prophesied.



I swallowed, wanting his words to be true, but doubting. "I don't know," I said.



Cowboy looked at the pool of pearly semen with which he'd branded my hand, my heart, and my soul. "You will," he said knowingly.



Instead of kissing, we shook hands when I left. I never saw Cowboy again, but I've thought of him many times. Maybe I should change his name to Prophet. After all, his prediction has come true--many times over. I've sucked hundreds of cocks, black, white, brown, yellow, and red; thick and slender; long and short; cut and uncut, enjoying each and every one. I only wish I could have sucked Cowboy's prick for him. If I had it to do over--but, of course, we never do. I sigh, thinking of Cowboy, my prophet, who branded me both with his semen and his words. 

