1 Wandering Dick
Hello dear reader, I hope this book finds you safe and well and ready to read about the adventures of a lonesome cowboy named Dick. He’s from a simpler time when all you had to worry about was rattlesnakes, the occasional bullet and tumbleweeds... I hope you enjoy this naughty yarn.
Richard
Wandering Dick
Dick was an incredibly handsome man with thick jet black hair, a strong jaw, piercing dark eyes and 6 feet of rock-solid body sculpted by years of hard work. He wasn’t someone you wanted to mess with unless you were lookin’ to do a little messin’ around.
He was a lover and a wanderer and he did both every chance he got. He traveled through the rough country, stopping at small towns to rest, earn some coin, and have a little fun with anyone who might be partial to what Dick had to offer.
His face was darkly tanned from hours in the sun with very small wrinkles at the corner of his eyes from smiling and at the corners of his mouth from doing other things. Dick smiled a lot, he was a surprisingly happy guy, considering the road he traveled, but he spread that happiness wherever he went. Men and women both loved him, working hard to get him to settle down, to stay with them.
But Dick liked to wander, it was in his heart and soul. Maybe he was hoping to meet Mr. Right, but even then, they would have had to wander with him, for that was who he was. For now.
No matter how bad things got, he seemed to find some humor in it. On some of the darkest days, he’d see things in a different light, one that made him smile or even laugh. And it always drew in others, people whose faces showed the hard lines of a hard life, but Dick would get them smiling and sometimes, if he was in the mood, more. Much more.
This good nature and happy state of mind pulled him through many of the hard times he experienced traveling the country on horseback. It also got him out of some prickly situations. Situations that might have been the ruination of other less good-natured souls.
Wandering Dick, as his nickname suggested, liked to wander, he liked to see the sites, but he had no real plan, except to love the special men and sometimes women he encountered along the way. He loved people of all types, finding beauty in their uniqueness, the beauty of life and adventure of wandering was what he lived for and he had much of both in his travels.
Dick loved adventure, he loved to travel and he loved to meet new men along the way. Sometimes he fell in love with them and sometimes they fell in love back - most of them fell for him. A few were wise enough to crush those feelings early and simply enjoy Dick’s strong muscular body and hard, thick, eager, cum shooting cock.
But always the urge to be with many manly men and to travel, the urge to move on would drive him, again and again, to tell an eager lover goodbye, but that they would meet again (but probably only in heaven).
Now, as he and his exhausted horse sauntered into the town of Thunderglen, he wondered what experiences might lay before him. He never knew exactly what to expect, but there was always some pleasure to be had. He was in for more than he bargained for, though, as he passed the first dusty building.
