Cowboy: Part 1
#1 of Cowboy
I have this fantasy that goes along the lines of this
I grew up in a smallish town, I prefer now to think of it as a cute city. Me and my family lived in the suburbs of said town. We had a nice home, 3 bedrooms; I had to share with my younger brother. My sister had her own, it never bothered me at all. I was the older child at around the age of 14/15 years old. It was that time of my life when things started to change radically. My penis had started to grow and my voice started to deepen as you'd normally expect. I was a lean young man with everything ahead of me. It was only after I came down with a horrible fever one spring that was so bad I had to be taken to hospital. I was put in a coma for around a month or so before the doctors gave me the clear to return home. They had given me a strict regime of pills and assortments of funny coloured liquids to take to stop me from pretty much dying.
I was told to keep my diet regulated as I had lost a lot of weight over the month in hospital; I really didn't mind this as it meant I could eat as much icecream and pizza as I'd want.
It was the weekend after I had come home, no school next week because of a midterm break. I wouldn't have been going back anyway, my parents had talked to the school and they said I should return when I had recovered.
My books and videogames could only keep me entertained for so long on a Saturday morning. I phoned my best friend, Jacob, and asked if he'd want to go for a cycle or somesuch out in the countryside, he agreed. I went to ask my parents, and after a few minutes of 'democratic' parenting they agreed only if my sister had to come with us.
After about 2 hour of cycling we stopped by a small farm gate and decided to hop over and take a look round. It was a fairly standard affair, only a few cows and some grass. As we were about to leave this one youngish looking cow, at least we thought it was young, it was rather small came up to us. It started nudging me, I pushed it away but it was rather insistant and nudged my bum again. At this point my sister was laughing, Jacob was grinning like mad sitting on the gate. I hopped over the fence with a thoroughly wet, cow mucas covered, backside we went to have a quick lunch on the other side of road by the hedge. I took my pills and then we headed off back home.
When I got back I decided to take a shower to get the rather smelly smell of cow snot off. When taking my clothes off I took a moment to remind myself what the fever had done to my body; I had a lot less meat on my bones as they say. Not that I was much of a health nut before the coma, but it took away what little I had. It was when I was looking at my back that I noticed a small rash at the bottom of my spine. Ever so slightly itchy, I decided to ignore it, getting into the shower. Usual thing happened, got soaped up had a wank, felt relief, got dried and then went off to play some more videogames.
That night the itch got worse. It felt like it was spreading around my waist to the bottom of my stomach. Scratching only relieved me for a few moments and it came back ten times as worse. Four spots in particular on my stomach and the bottom of my spine were causing me the most pain. Weirdly enough I was getting hard off the relief. Eventually I conceded the scratching and wanked myself to sleep.
I woke up to a sunny morning and noticed that the rash had stopped itching, confused but happy that it had stopped I left my bed and headed for breakfast. It really didn't play on my mind until about midday when the itches picked up again. I was watching TV at the time with my brother and sister, I started to scratch my stomach itches under my tshirt. The relief was godly, but so too had returned my arousal from the previous night. Quickly covering my growing erection from my siblings with a pillow, I sat there red as a tomato wondering how to sneak out without them saying. My quick thinking wit and savvy delivery resulted in:
"Quick! Look out the window, a cow!"
My charms worked on them and they quickly got up and checked; probably just to humour my bad joke. I stood up, and left for the bathroom.
I sat on the toilet with my shirt lifted up to my chin staring at the four rash spots on my stomach when my raging hardon at that point got the better of me. This time I wanked while scratching one of the four spots . The feeling was amazing; totally unique, it felt like I had two penises, if you can count a flat piece of inflamed skin as a second penis. Switching over to one of the other spots it felt even better than the first one. I continued this until I blew my load onto my chest. Best orgasm ever.
That concludes part 1. Part 2 involves: A COW!