Hey Howdy Hey!
There are two characters in this story. John is a grey wolf who stands 6' tall. He is well muscled as any ranch hand should be. He's currently wearing a khaki work shirt, black boots, jeans, and a black cowboy hat. Matt is a tiger who stands 6'3" tall. He is the epitome of a macho man, built like a bull. He is extremely well muscled and likes to work out at the local gym when he's not working on the ranch. He's currently wearing a plaid shirt with the sleeves ripped off, brown boots, jeans, and a tan cowboy hat.
The setting for this story is in a barn. Matt is currently stacking bales of hay and John is riding back to the barn after a hard day's work. They're both really randy cowboys. Let's see what happens!
Matt wiped the sweat from his brow as he tossed one of the last bales of hay onto the growing pile. He could see the sun setting in the western sky and thought about the time. 4 pm? 5pm? He had lost count at this point, but it didn't matter much to him. His work day ended when he completed his job and then he could find time for more important things.
As John rode in, he could see the barn growing in size. He noticed Matt's horse hitched outside and grinned, knowing that the tiger would almost be finished with his job at this point in the day.
As Matt heard John's horse galloping up, his tail began to wag. He had purposefully left a couple of bales of hay out and was really worked up by the time John had finally hitched his horse. The wolf opened up his saddle bag and brought out a big bottle of lube, used on several occasions yet still almost half full.
The tiger and wolf didn't need many words to feel close to one another. After exchanging simple greetings, Matt unsnapped John's shirt, pulling it out from his jeans and letting it fall to the floor, revealing the wolf's modest muscles. The tiger rubbed the wolf's biceps with his paws, purring as he enjoyed the feeling of the thick, hard muscles. The wolf flexed his arms, showing off his physique for the tiger, who started licking at the wolf's arms with glee.
John gently pulled the tiger off his arm long enough to unbuckle his belt and slip out of his jeans. He had come prepared and hadn't worn anything underneath, revealing his hard, red erection jutting out from his burly sheath. Matt followed suit, letting his jeans and shirt fall to the floor. The tiger had decided earlier in the day to don a jockstrap and now it strained around his bulging cock, the girth of his erection almost ripping through the cloth.
Matt smiled like a playful kitten (although he was well into his thirties) and threw himself tummy-down onto a bale of hay. John walked over and patted the tiger's back, saying, "Aww... It looks like the kitty wants some back rubs." Matt nodded excitedly as John pulled on one of the elastic straps of the jockstrap and let it snap against Matt's orange fur. He grinned and sat down on Matt's rump, taking the bottle of lube and squirting a generous amount of the oily substance onto Matt's back. He gently swirled the lube all over the tiger's back, causing the orange fur to glisten in the fading light of the sunset.
John gently massaged Matt's back, kneading his fur masterfully with both of his grey paws. The tiger moaned and purred softly, his spine tingling from the exquisite rub-down he was receiving. The wolf just grinned as he pressed his paws into the tiger's fur, enjoying the sounds that the tiger was making. "Oh, just you wait, kitty. I'm gonna make you purr like ya never purred before..."
John finished up the massage and wiped his paws on the bale of hay. He reached down and rubbed Matt's jockstrap which was soaked with pre-cum. The tiger moaned wildly and John just smiled. He rubbed his paw over Matt's back just enough to get it lubed up and then rubbed the lube onto his own throbbing erection. Finally, he pulled up Matt's tail and rubbed just enough lube onto the pink tailhole to make it slick enough for comfort.
John sat back down on top of Matt, this time placing himself just behind Matt's hard, muscular rump. Matt turned his head just enough to look at John out of the corner of his eye. John tipped his hat to the tiger and said, "Ready for a ride, cowboy?" Matt simply reached over and tipped his hat back to John, winking at the wolf.
John positioned his cock right on Matt's tailhole, letting the tip barely part the tight grip that the tiger's tailhole kept. He sat there for a while, imagining a crowd of spectators around him, all cheering for him in anticipation of his domination of the much beefier tiger. He plunged his wolf cock into the tiger with a grunt and started immediately pounding the feline, his cock pistoning in and out of the tiger's hole as his hips slammed against Matt's butt. Matt yelled out in pleasure as John's cock invaded his tailhole time after time. He squeezed his mucles as hard as he good, making sure he was good and tight for John.
As John pounded his tiger, he kept a good grip on the tiger's forearms with his paws, enjoying the feeling of the short fur against the massive bulge of his muscles. He could feel his throbbing cock leaking copious amounts of pre-cum into the tiger's anus as he continued to mate him roughly, the sensation taking over John's senses.
Matt, enjoying the gusto with which John pounded him, gripped the bale of hay tightly with his paws, grunting each time John slammed into him. He could feel the wetness of his jockstrap dampening his fur with his own pre-cum and began to buck into the hay. He looked up at John and saw his face twisted in pleasure with the extreme amount of energy that John was exerting.
Wasting no time, John pulled out of the tiger and stood up, slapping the tiger's rump playfully before running over and grabbing another bale of hay. Matt took the cue and stood up before John dropped the second bale of hay on top of the first. He pulled the jockstrap off of Matt and knelt down, giving his tiger cock a few good licks before standing up again. Matt flopped over onto his back on top of the second bale of hay. He pulled his massively muscled legs up over his stomach while the wolf wasted no time in plummeting his shimmering cock back into the tiger, eliciting a yell of passion from both randy males.
John quickly found his rhythm again, standing up straight and tall as he slid his cock in and out of the tiger with long strokes. He gripped the tiger's thick, throbbing cock in his paw and began to beat off Matt. John slammed his cock into the tiger with each of his powerful thrusts, causing the solid muscle of Matt's stomach to shake. The tiger moaned and whined, his cock leaking pre-cum all over his stomach as the wolf stroke it furiously.
As soon as he thought the tiger was sufficiently loose, he switched to a new technique. After each thrust, John pulled his throbbing cock out of Matt completely before shoving it back in again. John had practiced this technique over and over again and had mastered it, wasting no time positioning his cock with each new thrust. The sensation for Matt was incredible as John's cock was out of his tailhole just long enough for it to clench up before being stretched out again by John's invading cock. John's thrusts became especially powerful, causing the muscles in Matt's body to strain and bulge.
As John neared his climax, he switched back to shorter thrusts and began to pound his cock into Matt faster and faster. Matt also neared his climax, his worn tailhole starting to strain under the constant attack of John's wolf cock. "You gonna cum soon, cowboy?" John asked Matt. Matt, a man of few words, simply nodded and growled with conviction.
Suddenly, John felt Matt clench down on his cock. Matt's face contorted shortly before letting out a loud roar. He orgasmed violently, his whole body shaking the bale of hay as John continued to pound him. His massive cock throbbed and he shot out a huge stream of cum over his head, barely missing the brim of his hat. He shot again and the cum landed right on his face. As he continued to shoot increasingly smaller streams of cum onto his chest and stomach, his grip on John's cock tightened immensely. The wolf couldn't take any more and slammed his knot into the tiger, throwing back his head with a loud howl and shooting his cum deep into the tiger. He lowered his head and thrust a few more times into the muscular tiger, a bit of cum leaking out of the tiger's abused tailhole and down the bales of hay.
John placed his paws on the tiger's stomach, rubbing the slimy cum through the beautiful, orange fur. "Yeehaw, cowboy..." he muttered to the tiger with a grin as wide as the Grand Canyon.
"Yippi-ki-yay, pardner..." the tiger replied back, tipping his hat to the wolf. John panted heavily, giving the tiger a gentle chest massage as he waited for his knot to shrink. The wolf rubbed his paws lovingly of the tiger's hard chest, stopping once to tweak a nipple playfully. The tiger just let his head hang back and relaxed, his tailhole strained yet satisfied.
After a few minutes, John slowly pulled out of the tiger. Matt's face twisted in pain, but it quickly subsided once John's cock had been fully removed. Matt stood up and embraced John, coating the wolf in tiger cum. The two manly wranglers opened their muzzles and kissed, their tongues sliding against each other in an enchanting dance. They kissed for what seemed like an eternity, displaying a loving tenderness that only two gay cowboys could show.
After several minutes, they gripped each other's paws and walked off into the fading light of the day, ready for a hearty meal at the ranch house.