Seeing Him Like That Was a Gruesome Sight, and I Didn T Want to Get Too Close, but Then

Curiosity

I found him about 3:00 as I walked down the trail a few miles off the road in a remote part of the park. The sun was warm, giving a hint of what the Texas summer would be like, but it was still pleasant since it was only February. I couldn’t believe it when I saw him, but as I got closer I could see it was true. The guy was hanging about a foot and a half off the ground, a half-inch rope connecting his neck to the tree branch overhead. Very much dead. His hands were tied behind his back. He wore only a pair of weathered brown leather cowboy chaps and his boots—his shirt and his pants were gone. He hung almost motionless, except when a light breeze came up he’d sway and spine a little.

Seeing him like that was a gruesome sight, and I didn’t want to get too close, but then I didn’t want to not look either. I glanced around to make sure I was alone, then moved in a few steps. His skin was a pallid gray now, and his face was darker, probably from hanging here strangling. His chest was hairy and the fur was thick around his crotch, where his cock was pointing out erect and his balls were pulled up tight. I’ve heard a man could get hard and maybe even shoot as he was being hanged, but I never expected to be able to confirm that. Around behind I saw his back was hairy too, a little less so on his nice round ass, which was framed nicely by the chaps. His wrists were rope-burned from his unsuccessful efforts to get them free before the noose killed him.

I raised my head and looked past his sloping shoulders and stretched neck to follow the noose up to the branch he dangled from.

The rope went from there back down to the tree trunk, where it was looped around the trunk and tied off I circled back to look up at his bearded face, his eyes still bulging and his tongue poking out slightly between his blackened lips. Bet he was a good-looking feller before he strangled, “Poor fucker,” I said. He didn’t say anything back.

For some reason my heart was pounding excitedly. I had a nice round bulge in my jeans. Trying not to think too much about it, I reached up and touched his furry belly. Still a little warm, but not quite like normal. Maybe it was just the warm air around us, or maybe he hadn’t been dangling here long. Still dead though. I stroke his belly fur, reaching up to his chest, then back down to his crotch, feeling his dick and balls. The end of his dick had what must have been dried cum on it. I looked at chaps and there were darker brown streaks where his last cum shots must have landed. My cock was hard and straining to bust out of my jeans so it could add a few cum streaks to those chaps.

Suddenly, footsteps. I turned around and found another cowboy there, tight t-shirt and jeans and boots, holding a shovel. We stared at each other and I was scared shirtless. Then he finally said, “ I saw him first.” We both smiled and relaxed. He explained that he’d found the cowboy strung up a little while ago, and figuring he’d just hang there otherwise, decide to go get a shovel and give him something like a decent burial. I just nodded, somehow not wondering why he didn’t think to get the authorities. Then he said, “ That doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun with him first.” We looked at each other, and this hot gut looking at me made my pants start growing again. He introduced himself as Jim, and I told him my name in return.

He set to digging the grave, stripping off his shirt first. Soon his sinewy body was good and sweaty. About halfway down he handed shovel to me, “ You gotta work before you play.” He said as our eyes lingered on each other. I pulled off my own shirt so he could enjoy my sweat body as I worked. Trading off like that, we got the grave dug fairly quickly. Still it was nearly sundown when he said it was deep enough. He came over and gave me a hand in getting out of the hole. Once I was out he started stroking my sweaty dirty chest. My hand went to bulging crotch.

We groped each other for a while, then he said “ Now let’s get the other guy.” We went over to where the dead cowboy hung, both admiring his nearly naked furry body, not quite as gruesome looking in the fading light. Jim went to the tree trunk and untied the rope there. The dead cowboy fell to the ground and lay in a heap. Jim pulled open his own jeans and pulled out his stiff dick. After he arranged the cowboy ass-up, he spit into his hand and lubed up his dick. Then he got down and mounted the cowboy, going in slowly as if he could hurt the guy. Soon he was fucking the dead man, grinding his dick in and out of his ass and the cowboy’s dick and chest into the dirt. Jim drilled the cowboy faster, grunting, gasping, and hollering as he finally shot his juice into the cowboy’s ass. He rested for a moment before pulling out. I went over. I couldn’t believe what I was about to do but it excited me greatly. I turned the cowboy over, got down on my knees, and ran my hands over his face, stroke his beard, and felt his neck where the noose still dug deep and held it clamped shut. Then down his chest and belly to his dick. I stroked his rod a little, and Jim laughed, both of us knowing the cowboy had shot all he was going to. By then I had to shuck my pants, so I did, putting my boots back on afterward. Leaving the cowboy on his back, I threw his legs over my shoulders and eased my hard cock into his slimy hole. It felt weird fucking a dead man, but I was so hot I just started pumping, my eyes fixed on his furry chest. I slid in and out for a while, enjoying, holding back when I got close Jim came up and straddled the corpse, his dick still hanging out and getting hard again, and at just the right height. I opened my mouth and he stuffed it in. I sucked Jim as I pumped the dead cowboy’s ass; Jim put his hands on the back of my head and face-fucked me. That drove me wild and I went over the edge, shooting deep into the cowboy’s guts. My passion sent Jim off and he shot his second hot load into my mouth. I clamped my lips around his dick so I wouldn’t loose anything.

Finally we got untangled. Jim and I went over and sat against the tree to rest. We left the cowboy in the dirt. The light was fading from the desert and the moon peeked over the eastern ridge. We stared at each other, then at the cowboy, then at each other again. Once or twice I looked up at the branch the cowboy hung from.

“ You know we gotta put him in the ground,” Jim said. I nodded and we both got up. I was still buck naked except for my boots, and Jim was still shirtless with his jeans and boots still on Jim got to the cowboy and took the noose off his neck coiling it up. “ You gonna bury him with those chaps?” I asked. Jim shook his head. He saw me looking at them like I wanted them and he said “ Go for it if you want them.” He stood there, the noose rope like a lariat at his side, as he watched me pull the chaps off the cowboy. Impulsively, I put them on me. They fit well, hugging my bare legs. Jim looked and said “Nice fit” and my dick started lengthening again. He turned the cowboy over and motioned me to get the legs. Jim picked him up by the shoulders. I grabbed the boots, and we carried the cowboy to his grave, dumping him in face-first. “ So he doesn’t come back,” Jim said. I went for the shovel, but Jim said, “ He can wait” He was eyeing my crotch, seeing my dick getting nice and big again. I put the shovel down.

“Let me see that rope,” I asked. Jim came over and handed it to me. I uncoiled it a little, and looked at the noose closely, examining the knot, running my fingers over the inside of the loop. “ Bet you wonder how that noose feels,” Jim said. I didn’t answer. He came up, took the rope, and put the noose around my neck, tightening it just a little. My heart started pounding and my dick was stiff. “ Come on,” he said. He led me to the tree using the rope as a leash. I watched his throw the free end of the noose over the tree branch, and then pull the end to take up the slack. Then he came back to me and snugged the loop closer around my neck. I stood there, getting used to the feel of the rough rope around my neck. My heart thumped and my dick was hard as I started thinking about me and about the cowboy again. Jim said, “ Just one more thing,” and he pulled out a short rope from his pants pocket. He went behind me, got one hand, then the other, and soon my wrists were bound tightly together behind my back.

He came back around to face me. “There, that’s more like it.” A pang went through my heart as he looked at me. Just in his eyes, there I was, wearing just my boots and chaps of the dead cowboy, hands tied, and a noose around my neck, just like the cowboy had been this afternoon. “Nice.” Jim said. He stroked my chest, and he had to feel the thumping of my heart. “You liked that cowboy, didn’t you? You liked fucking him and stroking him, huh?”

“ Yes,” I said quietly.

“ You like wearing his chaps, now don’t you? Think you look hot with your ass hanging out wearing a dead cowboy’s leather, huh?”

“Yes.”

“Wearing that dead cowboy’s noose.”

I didn’t say anything. I was beginning to get worried.

“Tell you what. We’re gonna fix it so you get to spend some with that cowboy over in that grave you helped me dig. Even let you wear the chaps. And you won’t have to worry about the sunrise interrupting everything. I’ll make sure the sun don’t shine on you anymore.”

“Now wait a minute.”

“I’ll let you in on a secret that cowboy didn’t string himself up. He had a little help from me. Of course, he wasn’t sure that he liked the idea either. But he sure looked good rope-dancing up there. Just like you will. I’m sure.”

“Please don’t kill me,” I said, starting to beg. “I’ll do anything for you. Anything, but you don’t let me die, man.”

Jim went to the free end of the rope and pulled it tight. “Don’t worry. You’ll have a nice hole to sleep in and a belly full of my juice to take with you. Hope you said your prayers.” He pulled a little harder on the rope, and I had to shift my feet. The rope cut into my neck more, and my breathing was a little restricted which panicked me. The fact that I had put myself in the dead cowboy’s place didn’t help any. As best as I could I glanced down more that nervously at my dick still hanging big and thick between my leather-clad legs.

Jim jerked the rope and pulled me up on my toes. “No, don’t” I said through a raspy throat. Then one more jerk and I was off the ground. He pulled me high enough so he could loop his end of the rope around the tree trunk to tie it off again. I started kicking and pulling at the rope around my wrists. The more I struggled, the less air I could pull through my throat, till finally I couldn’t even gag. Then I really got frantic and started putting on a real show for Jim, my boots dancing as my leathered legs kicked. I was twisting wildly too, and on spins around I could see Jim staring at me with lust in his face and his dick in his hands, obviously enjoying watching me struggle. The pan, the buzzing in my ears, the darkness closing in around my eyes, suddenly my cock exploded, cum shooting and the feeling flooding my body even as I realized I was dying right here, right now. All the light disappeared and I could feel my head start pitching forward. “This is it” was my last thought as I blacked out. A few moments later, everything was quite and still, and I was just another dead cowboy hanging from Jim’s noose.