The Connecticut River Boys - 10. Cowboy’s Dream

1970 - During the school term, David’s roommate, Jason, had shared his porn collection. It was in the bottom drawer of his desk. By an unspoken agreement, each could view it when the other was not in the room and do what guys do when they have porn in one hand,. Most of the porn, which was mild by standards of a few years later, was bought in New York. It was all very heterosexual. While most of the photos were of women, a few had men and women together. While David knew he preferred to look at photos of naked or near naked guys, not the women, he was unaware that he would be classified as ‘gay’. In 1970, this was a word that was never expressed in a positive way in newspapers or television. Jason told David about a newsstand in Hartford with a backroom where he could find some ‘good stuff’. David finally got up courage to enter the place. In the backroom he saw magazines and cheaply produced paperback books that happily shocked him. He was intrigued by a paperback titled Cowboy’s Dream. The cover featured two men seen from the waist up wearing only western hats. One had a perfect macho body: wavy dark hair, brown eyes, a scowl on the face, strong arms, a furry chest, defined hard nipples and six pack abs. The other, shorter had a sensuous body, long blond hair, blue eyes, hairless chest with pink nipples, and a small waist. The bigger one had his arms around the blond. Since the book was wrapped in plastic, David could not determine if there were more pictures inside. Just looking at the cover was giving him a hard on. As another guy entered the area, David grabbed the book, took it to the cashier and with eyes down paid for it. The cashier put it in a brown paper bag.

When David returned to his dorm room, he was relieved that his roommate was not there. He ripped off the plastic cover and to his disappointment found no additional pictures inside. He laid on his bed and started reading.

Cowboy’s Dream

By Dick Cumming

A summary of chapter 1: Every night Cowboy Bob had the same dream. His dick felt warm and was hard. Something wet was wrapped around it until it exploded. After the dream he would reach down and expect to find a sticky mess. When he took it in his hand the dick was half hard and dry. He began looking forward to this dream. In the past, he would lay in bed waiting for his roommate, Cowhand Randy, to start snoring. Then he would jerk off under the covers into a bandana. Now he decided to save his dick for this marvelous dream. About two weeks after the dreams began, he woke in the middle of one of the episodes. The feeling in his cock was better than when he fucked the ranch owner’s wife. The cock felt moist, the warmth was amazing. When he felt he was going to blast, he grabbed his bandana to catch the cum and reached down. To his shock there was something under the covers. As his eyes adjusted to the moon lite room, he realized Cowhand Randy’s head was under the covers and his mouth had swallowed his dick. He screamed, “GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME YOU PERVERT.”

The next morning the two acted as if nothing had happened. No way was Cowboy Bob going to let anyone know that his dick enjoyed fucking Cowhand Randy’s mouth. That afternoon, he arranged to be alone on the ranch while the others were out in the pasture. He found Mary, the ranch owner’s wife, in the kitchen. He pushed her against the kitchen table, raised her dress, pushed the panties aside and fucked her hard. She protested the treatment for about thirty seconds and then eagerly gave herself to him. Satisfied that he was a real man, Cowboy Bob rode out to the pasture to find Randy and the owner.

For a week, all was quiet at night. Then the dream returned. Cowboy Bob woke one night three days after the dream had returned and saw the shadow of Cowhand Randy’ body next to his bed. He realized how amazing the lips of the young man felt. This time he did not chase Randy away. After shooting his load he pretended to snore as Randy with cum dripping from his lips, returned to his bed. As soon as Randy got into bed, it began to rock.

The next day Bob and Randy were on horseback in the pasture. Bob got off his horse, took out his dick and started a strong stream of piss. He did it facing Randy who watched him intently. “I know what you did last night.” Randy got a look of fear on his face. He assumed Bob was about to beat the shit out of him. He considered riding off when Bob continued, “It felt really good.” Then, as Bob held his now growing dick, he continued, “I want you to do it again, NOW!”

The story continued: Randy complied. Starting that day he sucked off Bob every night, as well as once or twice during the day. Mary started baking him cookies and making herself obviously available. To her extreme disappointment, Bob had found something better.

Eventually, Bob became intrigued by the concept of sucking and started doing Randy. He enjoyed swallowing Randy’s cum as much as shooting down Randy’s throat. One evening, Randy lay naked on his bed on his stomach with his fair skinned bubble ass displayed. When Bob walked over and held his hard dick near Randy’s lips, the young man smiled but did not move in to swallow the offered dick. Instead, he wiggled his ass cheeks while spreading his legs. That day Bob found a new way to make his dick happy. In the future, the only decision Bob needed to make was which did he want at the moment? Was it to fuck Randy, get sucked or suck off the Cowhand?

In subsequent chapters, there were encounters with the ranch owner, a John Deere (farm equipment) salesman, The Reverend Jake - when Bob and Randy volunteered to paint the church - and an orgy at a rodeo.

As David enthusiastically responded to the story with the book in one hand and dick in the other, his gusto spilled over onto the pages. In the future, he was careful not to get the pages gooey so that they would not stick together.

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1970 Background - No internet: no easily found information about gay life – sites that answered teenager’s concerns, medical and disease information, hookup sites, porn, no gayauthors.org, no information about dick size, first times, best sex positions, or circumcision rates in various countries, no gay guides listing bars, cruising areas, bath houses, back rooms, etc. – there was just none of the information easily available that we take for granted today. There were no gay role models: Ellen, Anderson Cooper, openly gay politicians or entertainers. Most (maybe all) states had laws criminalizing man to man love – Connecticut, one of the more liberal states, did not decriminalize sodomy until 1971. There were not positive gay characters on TV – Billy Crystal’s gay character on Soap did not appear until 1977.

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Reading Cowboy’s Dream gave David information on gay life as well as providing gay role models: Cowboys Bob and Randy, as well as the others during various encounters. Prior to David’s finding this cheap piece of poorly written gay erotica, he was not aware of gay love: sucking, fucking, passionate kissing, nipple play, etc.

David had no role models in real life. Discussions between teenage boys would have covered how a relationship started. If this had been a boy / girl couple, they would have kissed after a couple of dates. Then over the next weeks or months have more intense encounters: deep tongue kissing, hand on tit, hand under bra, his hand lower, hand in panties, her hand lower, he finger fucking while she jerked him off and eventually the first fumbling fuck where he came before getting it in followed by fast fucks to tender love. But this was not a boy / girl couple. There were no movies with two guys having their first kiss and then more.

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Craig and David planned a three-day/two-night canoe trip on the Connecticut River over the Fourth of July weekend. They would paddle downstream, starting north of Hanover, New Hampshire, David’s hometown. They were dropped off riverside by David’s Uncle Tom, who had lent them his canoe. They planned to arrive in Hanover three days later. Since they were canoeing with the current, the adventure was easy and relaxing. They stopped at one of the riverside campsites about 4:00 the first day of their trip. Being unusually warm for Northern New England, the two enjoyed an afternoon swim in the cold Canadian-fed water of the river wearing the conservative knee-length bathing suits worn while canoeing. Following the refreshing swim, they sat on towels to dry off while discussing the events of the day. While they had seen fish, birds and animals, they had not seen another human except once as they paddled under a bridge and two boys rode bicycles overhead.

David reached into one of the water proof plastic bags containing their supplies for the trip and took out the book, Cowboy’s Dream by Dick Cumming. He handed the book with the two fetching cowboys on the cover to Craig. “I’m going to set up the tent. After you have read the first chapter, I would like to discuss it with you.”

With eyes downcast, Craig put the book aside signaling that he had finished reading chapter one. David sat down next to his friend. While Craig appeared shy, there was an obvious bulge in his bathing suit. “I’m going to ask you a question. If you say ‘No’, we will forget that I asked and never mention the subject again. It will have no effect on our friendship. If you answer ‘Yes’, we will experiment.” Following a pause, “May I suck your dick like Cowboy Randy did to Bob?”

Following a period of silence, that to David seemed like an eternity, Craig with a shy whisper responded. “OK, why not.”

Then David suggested, “We should both get naked. And then you should lie back like Cowboy Bob was when in bed.”

While sitting on his towel, Craig removed his bathing suit and laid back. While he had displayed a bulge as he finished chapter one, his dick was now soft and shriveling from embarrassment and fear. Virgin David was not sure how to proceed. Naked, with his own dick now shriveled, he knelt next to Craig. He then leaned down and looked tentatively at the circumcised, like his, dick. In the book, every time Bob got sucked his dick was already hard. David decided he needed to get his friend hard before taking it in his mouth. When he wrapped his hand around it, Craig flinched. David stroked it like he would stroke his own. The difference was that if he was in the mood, his would get hard as soon as he touched it. Craig’s remained soft. He noted that his friend’s body was totally tense. Since it was difficult to wrap a hand around a soft dick he just used two fingers. Gradually Craig relaxed. As the dick ascended, David used his full fist. When it was almost erect, he leaned in and kissed the head. He then placed the head against his lips. He slightly opened his lips and went down no more than two inches (5 cm). At this point, he was not sure what to do. Then he remembered the Cowboy watching Randy’s head going up and down. David raised his head and lowered it taking in more of Craig, about three inches (7.5 cm). As he moved up and then down again, he tasted its fresh odor, the smell of the Connecticut River where they had just been swimming. With each up and down, he noticed the dick was getting harder. Suddenly Craig reached down, pushed his head away and yelled, “GET AWAY”. David was momentarily startled until he saw the reason for Craig’s action. Just as David’s lips released the throbbing dick, cum spewed out. It blasted onto Craig’s chest with a few drops landing on his jaw. As the last shot gushed out, Craig yelled, “HOLY SHIT.” His body went limp, as did his dick, and he just laid still. David, now rock hard, laid on his towel, next to his friend, and beat a load onto his chest.

Craig laid on his towel with his eyes shut. Finally, he quietly said, “That was the most amazing feeling I have ever had.”

For at least ten minutes, the two laid next to each other with their bodies covered in cum while staring into the sky. Finally, David announced, “I need to clean this stuff off.” As he walked to the river, Craig followed. As they splashed off the cum, Craig joked, “Now our juices are floating down the river to our new home in Hartford.

Then, to David’s happy surprise, Craig announced, “Now it’s my turn.”

The reply, “OK, but, I need time to replenish. I’ll race you across the river. That should get my juices going.”

Naked, they swam together to the opposite bank and back. David ran to his towel and laid on his back. Craig did not have the problem that David had, ‘What to do with a soft dick.’ As David laid on his back, his dick stood tall and ready.

Six months of hidden lust for each other exploded on the river bank. It was ironic that the two would have their first encounter on the river bank. Over twenty years earlier, both boys had been conceived on the bank of the Connecticut River, five years and sixty (100 km) miles apart.

From remembering what David had done to him about twenty minutes earlier, to having read about the encounters of the cowboys and by just natural instinct, Craig proceeded. He knelt next to David, leaned in and placed his lips on the head of the waiting dick. Remembering the wonderful feeling when David moved his mouth up and down the shaft, Craig did the same. There was not the nervous tension during their first encounter moments earlier. After going down a couple of inches three times, Craig decided to go all the way. He forced himself to swallow all of David. His throat was not ready and he gagged. He mumbled a “Sorry, buddy,” but continued, nonetheless, without going the full way down again. Since this was David’s second cumming in a short period of time, he took longer to finish. Eventually, he warned Craig, who moved his mouth away from the dick just as it erupted. David shouted out, “WOW!” Craig admired the result of his sweet lips, as he looked at the cum covered chest. He then laid back, took his dick in hand, and soon also had a cum covered chest.

Their hands touched. Both grabbed the hand of the other. Their hands squeezed each other so hard that it was painfully pleasurable. David stood and pulled Craig to his feet. The naked boys went knee deep into the river and then each hand washed the cum off the other. During this second session each had time to examine the physical attributes of each other’s dick. Each was circumcised and about six inches (15 cm) in length when hard.

David suggested that Craig read more as he prepared supper. “The cowboys do more than suck dicks. The more you read, the more you learn.” By the time David had built a fire and heated hot dogs Craig had read chapters that included kissing (deep passionate, tongue-sucking kissing), nipple play, licking various body parts (including fingers, toes, balls and arm pits) and fucking.

Following supper, still naked, they organized the camp site. They had brought two single-person sleeping bags. When totally unzipped each bag was like a large thick flat blanket. They placed the flat sleeping bags on top of each other inside the two-man tent. They crawled into the tent, laid next to each other on top of the sleeping bags and faced the other wearing only a smile. They both leaned forward and their lips touched. Just as Cowboys Bob and Randy had deep kissed, as explained in detail in the novel, the two pressed lips together then opened to the other and each explored with his tongue. David ran his hand over Craig’s chest. As he rubbed a nipple Craig moaned. Craig then returned the nipple action with a playful nip. When David cried out ‘Ouch” Craig apologized and licked the soar nipple. Then Craig pushed up David’s arm. He then licked the pit in the same way Randy had done to Cowboy Bob. David was surprised at the pleasurable feeling he felt. As he moaned in delight Craig got more aggressive and began chewing on the hairy pit. This only increased David’s pleasure as he felt his dick getting even harder. Realizing the effect this was having on him David reluctantly told Craig to stop. “That feels wonderful. But, the good feeling is going to my dick. If you keep it up I might cum before we have more enjoyment.” Craig backed off. When David moved in on Craig’s pit, his friend giggled and twisted away. Obviously Craig did not have the same response. As much as David wanted to playfully torture his friend, he decided to move on.

David whispered into Craig’s ear, “It’s my turn to suck. This time there was no problem with a soft dick. Craig’s was hard and dripping precum. At first, the sight of the juice oozing out of the dick hole repelled David. That thought turned into inquisitiveness. He gently squeezed the shaft and more poured out. David licked off the juice. Although it had no taste, he relished the thought that he was savoring the juice of his friend. David opened his lips and swallowed half of shaft. While going up and down he reached for his own dick. When Craig pushed him away indicating that he was ready, David felt his own juices rise. He quickly rolled over onto his back and the two erupted simultaneously. There was enough twilight for the two to observe their messy but happy bodies. Neither wanted to go out into the cool evening air and wash off in the river. David grabbed the T shirt he had worn during the day and cleaned off his friend first and then himself. The two then crawled under the top opened flat bag, faced each other, kissed and fell asleep holding hands.

The combination of the fresh New England air, exercise from paddling the canoe, swimming across the river and most important, three momentous cummings each, resulted in two happy guys soundly sleeping. When David woke the sun had risen. When he opened his eyes, he saw the face of Craig staring at him. “I thought you would never wake up. It’s my turn.”

David knew exactly what his friend was referring to. “Unless you want to drink my morning piss, you’ll have to wait a few minutes.” Piss drinking had been a specialty of The Reverend Jake in Cowboy’s Dreams. The thought of drinking piss had grossed each out. The two got out of the tent and stood side by side at river’s edge pissing together. As David shook the last drops off, Craig knelt. His sucking skills had improved and almost immediately, too soon in Craig’s mind, David pushed his face away and shot into the river. Still kneeling, Craig finished himself.

While Craig organized breakfast, David washed out his cum soaked T shirt. In less than an hour, they were paddling downstream. As planned, shortly before noon, they stopped at a small riverside village. The country store there was a combination gas station, post office and grocery. They bought prepared sandwiches for lunch, food for supper and breakfast and a quart (about a liter) of moose track ice cream (vanilla ice cream with pieces of peanut butter cups and ribbons of fudge) to share. When David noticed the roll of paper towels Craig had put in their grocery basket, he questioned, “Why the paper towels?”

As they stood in front of the elderly lady clerk, Craig replied, “Will help clean up messes.”

It then dawned on David what possible messes he was referring to. He leaned and bumped Craig’s shoulder. “Good idea.”

They returned to their canoe and sat on the riverbank eating the sandwiches, drinking root beers and then shared the ice cream using two spoons to eat out of the container. As they pushed the canoe into the river, David, who had researched the trip told Craig, “There is a nice area where we could rest along the river bank about a mile (1.6 km) ahead. Craig knew exactly why he suggested the rest stop and knew the stop would not be restful.

This time it was David’s turn and he knelt in front of Craig who stood on the riverbank, facing the river. David continued to improve his sucking skills as he went deeper on Craig’s shaft. Suddenly, David noticed to his left an old man standing about fifty feet (15 m) from them. He panicked as he pulled away from Craig. The old farmer smiled, rubbed his crotch and opened his fly. As he pulled out his cock, he stepped forward. Craig turned his head in the direction David was looking and saw the man approach.

“Good afternoon boys, Beautiful day, isn’t it?” He was now standing next to David. Since the boys had never seen another erect adult cock, they were not aware that the eight inch (20 cm), thick piece was very impressive. Also, this was the first natural, uncut erect dick either had ever seen. Both had seen uncut dicks in the shower room at school, but never a hard one up close. Since Craig was still kneeling the old farmer’s dick was close to his face. The farmer pulled the skin up over the head and then squeezed the shaft. Precum oozed out of the piss hole. “You boys enjoying yourself? You’re welcome to taste my sweet Vermont cream. I’m told it is as sweet as honey. Haven’t been sucked off for a month so there is plenty there.” He then pulled the skin back exposing the glistening head.

Craig knowing a reply was necessary, and not wanting to insult their friend, replied, “We are just into each other. But, you are welcome to watch.” As David returned to sucking Craig, he jerked himself. The farmer continued to stroke and watch. When Craig pushed David’s face away as he felt it cumming, the farmer held his hand under the squirting dick and caught most of it. Using Craig’s cum, he lubricated his dick and finished, cumming on the ground.

“Well, that was certainly enjoyable. You boys are invited to my place for dinner. My specialty is fried chicken. Also, you may sleep in my barn or better yet my bed.”

When David politely declined, stating they had to stay on schedule, the farmer replied, “Too bad. It would have been amazing to be fucked by two handsome studs. If you are ever in the area again, stop by. Just ask at the Riverside Country Store for directions to Jonathon Borden’s farm”

They discussed the farmer while setting up camp that evening. The agreed that he was probably in his sixties and also agreed that watching him stroke his uncut dick was amazing. Then Craig commented. “He suggested we swallow his sweet Vermont cream and then later that we fuck him. When I read about the cowboys swallowing and fucking, I assumed it was just something that was written about to make the story interesting, not something that really happened.”

David agreed, “I know what you mean. When I first read about Cowboy Bob fucking Randy, I had no idea what they were doing. When I did figure it out, it really grossed me out. Sticking your dick there?”

Craig was emphatic, Never would I let you stick it there. If you try, I’ll cut it off.”

That is what Craig said that hot July afternoon. Within a year he would have a totally different perspective on the subject. ‘Never say Never.’