Cowboy Dreams

The SilverHawks, characters, locations etc are owned by Rankin-Bass Productions, Lorimar Television. (Or were the last time I checked). Original characters (those you don't recognize as being SilverHawks) are owned by either Me or my co-author

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Cowboy Dreams
By PhantomChajo

As he turned to the side to look back at the open door a moment the large screen started to glow blue, extending tendrils of energy out to capture him and his fellow 'hawks. He brought the Spectrum guitar up and started strumming, streams of musical energy blasted at the Fantascreen, but did little to it. A moment later a pair of the rilsrils had wrapped about him and was dragging him closer into the waiting blue depts. He felt like a roped steer being hauled into the pens at branding time. The harder he fought, the tighter the energy entwined about him, till it tossed him into the mind-numbing light...

Light, bright and golden shown though the open window above his bed, right onto his face. With a groan he rolled over, throwing the cover over the top of his head. Being able to sleep in was fine and dandy, but when one's room faced the rising sun, sleeping in meant being able to sleep past 7 am. He lay there for a few more minutes before rolling onto his back again and throwing the covers off. Lifting his head he looked down his lanky body. Sureugh ugh his boxers were nicely tented. With a groan he dropped his head back down and threw an arm over his face. His other hand was splayed across his stomach, fingers calloused from learning to play the guitar and from his work as a farm hand after school and over summers felt rough against his skin. Before he could slide his hand down and into his boxers to relieve himself, the tale-tell creak of stairs alerted him. Sitting up, he grabbed the covers and pulled them into his lap not a moment too soon.

The door creaked open as a sandy haired woman glanced in. "Oh, your awake Michael," she sounded and looked disappointed as her eyes drifted across his bare torso. "Breakfast is gonna be ready in a few minutes."

"Yes ma'am," he replied with a charming but false smile. "Thanks, I'll be down as soon as I get a shower." He was in no hurry to stand up and give a free show. As much as he liked the girls, this woman was a little old for his taste. She also had a reputation for bedding anything she could coax into it and a few things that she couldn't!

"Ok, see you down stairs," she said as she gave him one last appraising look before closing the door. A few moments later the creak of the stairs could be heard.

Reaching up he wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and tossed the covers back. Looking down he let out a grunt. "Well damned... don't look like I need to take care of anything right now." Standing up, he padded over to the dresser, openihe the top drawer and pulling out clean boxers and socks. From a second one he pulled out a thin cotton undershirt. His next stop was the closet where he retrieved a pair of faded and comfortable blue jeans along with a equally faded and thin short sleeved button up shirt. Leaving his room, he took a couple of towels off the shelf then stepped into the bathroom, making sure to lock the door behind him. Stripping out of his boxers, he turned on the shower then adjusted the water temperature and stepped in, closing the curtain as he did.


The water felt good as it cascaded over his lean body. Steam slowly curling up around his legs, stomach and chest. His hair darkened to near black as it became saturated with water. Picking up the bottle of shampoo from the bath tube ledge, he squeezed a little into the palm of his hand before setting the bottle back down. His hair wasn't very long, it barely brushed the top of his shoulders, but was enough to become unruly at the drop of a hat. After several minutes of scrubbing then rinsing with a repeat he felt the smell of stale smoke, sour alcohol and numerous other odors from his scalp. Reaching up he switched the showerhead from pulse to needle, groaning in pleasure at the change of water pressure.

Picking up the bar of soap, he started generously lathering himself. Running calloused hands over his shoulders then down his arms and back up. His mind drifting back to the girl from the night before. Of how her hands trailed over his chest, stopping to play with his nipples before sliding down towards his stomach. As he thought of this, his hands mimicking what the girl had done to him. Before long he had an erection to rival the one from then as well. Taking his cock in hand, he slowly started to stroke himself. From the base of his shaft all the way to the tip and back down again. The water providing enough slickness that he didn't need toher her with anything else. Leaning against the shower wall, he continued on with his fantasy.

Of how her hot mouth suckled on the head. Velvety tongue flicking across the slit, teeth nipping gently before moving to caress the skin on the underside of his shaft. Her hands massaging his ball sack, rolling them between her fingers before she opened wide her mouth and took one into it. Her nails scraping over sensitive skin.

He groaned aloud as he speed up his ministrations. His mind playeverevery angel and sensation of the blow-job. Of how when she was done teasing him, she took him in, deep throating him completely. As the girl bobbed up and down she started humming at the back of her throat. Tight muscles vibrating against painfully engorged cock. Heat and friction echoing back on themselves as suddenly his mind exploded in a blinding flash of orgasmic pleasure. He barely kept from yelling as he came.

Thick white fluid shot out splattering the tile wall of the shower as he continued to pump his twitching organ till nothing was left. A satiated warmth spread up through his belly and chest as well as down to his knees. Panting, he stepped back further under the water to rinse the evidence of his pleasure away before making sure the wall was clean as well.

Shutting off the water, he wrapped a towel around his waist, using the other to dry his hair, face, chest and arms. As he cleared the mirror of steam, he gave a lazy grin at his reflection before finishing getting dried up and dressed. Ten minutes later, he was at the table and eating breakfast.

"Well your smiling awful lot Michael," said the woman as she sat down to eat her own breakfast.

"Just having a good morning, Ma'am. A really good morning," he replied.

Later that day....

The rest of the field hands had left the barn for the day, having completed the chores assigned to them at the time. Michael, having been given the day off, had chosen to spend it working with the horses. While putting the one that he had been working with away for the day, the sound of a vehicle pulling up outside caught his attention. He glanced up at the clock and rubbed the sweat off his face. He hadn't realized that it was past lunch time, he'd been so caught up in what he had been doing. Closing the stall door he picked up his shirt and slipped it on, then grabbed his hat as well as he walked towards the big double doors at the one end. Reaching up and slicking his head back, he settled his Stetson on his head, shading his eyes as he entered the bright noon day light.

Parked in front of the barn was a large, bright red pick-up truck. And on either side of the truck was a teenage girl with sandy blonde hair and blue-green eyes. Mary-Jo and Ginny-Lee, identical twins and considered the hottest, most sought after girls in the county. Their daddy was the local sheriff on top of it all and a Deacon of the church.

"Hi Michael," Said the one on the left, "Hello Mikey," the one on the right said.

Michael stared a moment at the two, he could never tell which was which. "Howdy girls," reaching up to tip his hat in greetings to the pair. "What can I do for ya?"

"Ms. Cindy said you missed lunch and asked if we could bring it to you," Mary-Jo said as she moved away from the truck.

"She also said that if we wanted, we could go riding this afternoon," Ginny-Lee said following her sister, "if you'd go with us that is." Pursing her lips in a pouting sort of way.

He reached up and scratched his head a moment in thought then shrugged, "Ain't got nothing to do the rest of the afternoon, so.." he smiled at the two, "Sure, why not."

"Yay!", "Yipee!" the girls shouted and ran up to him giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek at the same time. "Thank you Michael," "ditto!" the two said in unison again, their hands wondering a bit farther south then expected.

He blushed faintly as his jeans started to feel a little tighter then normal. "Umm... no problem girls. Lets get the horses saddled and we'll head on out."

"Saddles? Aaawww, can't we go bareback today?" Mary-Jo asked as she stepped away from him to retrieve the picnic basket from the truck.

"It's more fun that way," quipped Ginny-Lee.


Michael scratched his head a moment then shrugged. "Whatever you want girls is fine by me," he sai he he turned around to head back into the barn, missing the looks the two exchanged. As he passed the whiteboard, he picked up the marker and scribbled a note saying that him and the girls were going trail riding and would return before sunset.

Once the horses were picked out, he made sure they were saddled as it were with bareback saddle pads and the bridle and reigns. Unlike the girls though, he choose to use a western saddle on his horse. He'd had the pleasure of riding bareback before and it left much to be desired in his opinion. By the time he lead the trio of horses outside, the twins were ready to go, each had a backpack slung over their shoulders.

"What's in the bags?" He asked.

"Our lunches along with some towels," Mary-Jo said as she took the reigns of her mount. "Can you give me a hand up Michael?"

"Sure, no problem," he replied offering her a hand up. Once she was mounted, he turned and offered Ginny-Lee a hand up as well. "Why towels?"

"Cause we want to go swimming at the lake as well silly boy," Ginny-Lee said with a grin.

He shook his head then shrugged. If they wanted to go swimming as well as riding then that suited him just fine. After checking all the straps on his saddle, he grabbed the saddle horn and swung up with lanky ease, setting into the saddle. "You two know the way or do you want me to take lead?"

"We know the way," Ginny-Lee started.

"But you can lead the way," Mary-Jo finished.


A little under an hour later the trio was at the lake and eating the packed lunch. The horses had been tied to a nearby post and been given enough reign to graze while their riders enjoyed themselves. Once lunch was finished with Michael stretched out under a tree to relax and nap some as the girls swam. He turned down their invite with a shake of his head and a smile. He'd rather enjoy the view he thought to himself, and knowing who their father was, looking and not touching was the best possible way to keep one's life and balls intact.


Once Michael was asleep, with hands clasp beneath his head acting as a pillow, the girls grinned to each other and slipped out of the water, stripping out of their bikinis as they did. Making sure that they were dry enough not to drip water all over the sleeping young man and wake him before they were ready.

Mary-Jo stepped over Michael so that her feet were on either side of his shoulders and slowly lowered herself to a squat, her shaved cunt mere inches away from the rim of histsontson and within each reach of his face. Ginny-Lee straddled his legs so that she could get to his belt and start undoing it so that she could then reach the fly of his jeans. Both were interested in what lay beneath the faded denim material. Not because they were curious as to what he had, but because it had been several weeks since both had been laid. With light touches, they slowly started working his belt loose. Once it was out of the way, the pair started on the fly of his jeans. Adding butterfly soft caresses of the growing bulge that promised a good time for both.

Now as Michael slept, he dreamt about a pair of scantily clad twins doing all sorts of things to his body. (Let's face it, being young and male one would have to be either dead or gay to not have some type of wet dream about those two!) Those dreams started to feel more and more real as time went by and his body responded more till with a groan he opened his eyes and tipped his hat up enough to take a look around. What greeted him was not what he expected. A face full of shaved cunt was one thing, but the shaved cunt of an untouchable girl was another!

"Wha..? Whoa... Whoa! Girls.. what are you..." The rest of his words became a groan as they both took advantage of his initial confusion and really went to work on his stiff member.

Ginny-Lee looked over the shoulder of her sister. "What do you think cowboy?" her hand sliding down his cock as her sister's mouth engulfed it. "We can always stop.. But then we would have to tell daddy about how you didn't play nice."

Michael paled at the threat. "Uh... I.... Oh hell.. that's Blackmail!" his thoughts distracted by what Mary-Jo was doing to him.

Mary-Jo came up, his cock slipping free of his mouth with a sucking slurp only to be taken in again, this time by Ginny-Lee as she went down on him. "Call it what you want, but I can tell you don't seem to mind it no matter what you say," herds sds sliding deeper into his jeans to fondle his ball-sac. "Care to return the favor?" she asked innocently giving her ass a wiggle.

He dropped his head back, fully covering his face with his hat as he groaned again in pleasure as the two licked and sucked at his meat. "Ah.. hell...." 'in for a penny, in for a pound,' he thought to himself. "Ladies, Ladies! Mind given me a moment to shuck out of some things? I feel a bit over-dressed here compared to you two."

ny-Lny-Lee giggled as she sat up then moved down some. "Lift up," She instructed taking the top of his jeans and peeling them off his long limbs. As soon as his feet were free, she tossed them to the side and slid her way back up to her previous position. As her sister bobbed up and down, she started licking and nibbling at the underside of his shaft till she reached his balls, then started doing the same there.

Michael tossed his hat to the sidd red reached up to slap Mary-Jo playfully on one ass cheek before pulling her hips back as he lifted his head up. He could smell her arousal as well as see how wet she was getting. With a grin he darted his tongue out and flicked it over her clit several times before slipping it between her folds and into her passage.

She pulled off his cock and let out a delighted squeal, lowering herself down more onto his exploring tongue. With her cunt spread open further, she felt his rough calloused fingers playing with her clit, squeezing, pinching and pulling on it. The next thing she knew she felt several digits make their way into her, scissoring open and closed as they made their way to knuckle depth.

"Hey.. no fair, I want to play too," Ginny-Lee said after stopping what she was doing and watching her sister for several minutes.

Michael chuckled, "Well then, time to switch don't you think?" with one last lick he pulled his fingers out of Mary-Jo. He directed the her to the side as he motioned for Ginny-Lee to lay down on her back. Once she was he sat up and turned around so that he could force her legs further apart as he started his own form of torture on her. After teasing her with his tongue for several minutes he inserted several fingers into her up to the knuckle again and started pumping them in and out as he sucked on her clit. Over the next twenty or so minutes he switched between the two girls repeatedly, always bringing them to the edge but never letting them go over, just as the girls did to him.

They then decided to get serious. Laying the towels out on the ground, he directed the one of the girls (he forgot which was which by this point) to get on all fours. Stroking himself with one hand, he licked the palm of the other then reached between her legs and palmed her pussy to get her ready. Then spreading her folds, he position the blood engorged head of his member at her entrance. "You ready?"

"Yes... ready and waiting to cum all over you," She said with a seductive purr.

He just chuckled. "I ain't gonna stop till you're a puddle of mush on the ground." It was the only warning she got before he pushed forward, burying his cock all the way to his balls inside of her. She let out a squeal then started to squirm as she adjusted to being filled so quickly. He glanced over at the sister with a smirk. "Thats fos for you too missy." She laughed in return, giving him a 'bring it on' look.

He pulled back then shoved roughly in again. After a few times he started to pound into her, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave red marks. Every so often he's pause, fully embedded in her and start teasing the girls clit mercilessly then start back up with the hard fast rhythm. At the end, her face contorted in pleasure, arms unable to hold her up any longer she reached between her legs and tried to stop him. He kept it up till he felt her muscles clamp down hard on his shaft. That's when he let her go and pulled out, hock ock coated in her cum.

"Your turn," He said as he flipped her sister over on her back and positioned himself. He slid into her with ease thanks to the slick liquid already coating him. Like with the other he would break the routine by stopping and toying with her clit. And just like the other sister, this one came hard, clamping down on him as she jackknifed upwards, body shaking as a cry escaped her.

When he pulled out, he sat back on his haunches and started fisting himself, head thrown back in pleasure as the two girls opened their mouths like a pair of hungry bitches and waited. The blissful white noise of his coming hit and It didn't take long before milky white fluid were being spurted out in long streams all over their faces and bodies....
.............as back in the real world, Bluegrass stepped though the glowing portal his mind entrapped in a loop. His body at the control of the creator of the Fantascreen.

~Fini~