The Magnificent Cowboys is set in the far-out West; past Marlboro country, into Bull Durham territory - they roll their own.
Chuck was in a state of constant erection. Since he had lost his lover in an accident, he has to work his horse-ranch alone, leaving him no time to seek new companions. At night, his calloused hands rubbed his cock raw. Until the day he received a letter from a friend in the east. This real "friend indeed"was sending (under separate cover) a replacement for Chuck's lover. From that day, Chuck vowed not to touch his cock until the new boy arrived. His perpetual state of arousal was beginning to alarm the horses. But the great day was almost at hand.
Burt, owner of the general store and grille, had made no such vow. Opening his fly, he sought to improve management-labor relations with his Indian employee, Roy. Ordering him to drop his pants, he went down on Roy's cock with a slurping sound that jarred the silence of the wilderness. Roy accepted his fringe benefit with equanimity and as his pants dropped lower and lower, his fever-pitch grew higher and higher until both extremes were reached. Burt was left with egg-white on his face.
Meanwhile, on the trail to All-man's-land, Chuck's prospective lover, Cliff, was spared a two thousand mile walk when he was picked up by Kentucky Man. (Little did he suspect the nefarious nature of this degenerate Samaritan or he mightn't have opted for the fate worse than blisters.)
With childlike innocence, Cliff rode the entire distance with both his fists wrapped around KY's cock, thinking it was the saddle-horn. And nasty Kentucky Man wasn't about to tell him the difference. When Cliff complained of his saddle-weary butt, KY shrewdly offered his remedy for saddle-sores. He urged Cliff to lie nude, face down on a spread blanket, and he rubbed gobs of his namesake onto the aching nether-region. This tricky treatment caused Cliff’s cock to grow hard, forcing him to stretch his legs farther apart and to raise his ass higher into the clear unpolluted air.
“Ah’m gonna massage ya from the inside," sneered KY. "It’ll get rid of all the tenderness, and it’ll help ya stick to the saddle like a suction-cup." With his promised lack of tenderness, he jammed the eleven inches of his cock all the way into Cliff in one uninterrupted thrust. “Ah ain't never had a massage before,’ thought Cliff, in his naivety, "but it feels just as good as a fucking!"
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a youngster jacking off his thirteen inch cock while spying on the bizarre goings-on. "That kid’ll prob’ly never forgive us for intruding on his privacy at a sacred time like this," Cliff thought. "So we better be leaving just as soon as we finish cumming."
Kentucky Man left Cliff at the country store, where he asked for directions to Chuck’s ranch. Walking the rest of the way, he was greeted with open legs. Chuck’s enthusiasm knew no bounds. They investigated every nook and cranny from nose to fanny, nature taking its course, graduating cum laud.
Rising from a sea of cum, Cliff’s hunger brought him back to the store where he made a date with Roy for the following day. Under the glorious sun, they grab-assed and let grab-ass, as they frolicked in and out of the water-hole. While sunning on the rocks, cliff plunged his mouth down onto Roy’s cock. He worked his lips and tongue into a frenzy, extracting gobs of loving joy-juice.
Roy proved he was an Indian-giver by exchanging tit-for-tat as he depleted Cliff’s reserves. Into this ideal idyll rode Kentucky Man. "Hey, Cliff, wanna have some fun?" Shocked at the lewd suggestion, Cliff answered, incongruously, "No, I have a lover!" Finding ‘No’ a challenge to his masculinity, Kentucky Man, at gun-point, forces the boys to accompany him to an almost vacant barn. A lone hen was an unwitting witness to the heinous acts of debauchery that followed.
Cliff’s innocence was crushed forever, as the sanctity of his anus was unwillingly re-invaded by KY’s unholy ramrod. The villain meated out punishment in foot-long piston strokes, but our hero took his defilement like a man - with hardly an ‘ooh’ or ‘ahh’ escaping his lips.
Still unsatisfied, Kentucky Man withdrew and forced Roy to his knees and ordered him to suck off. With both guns aimed at his head, the Indian boy had no choice but to comply. He attacked the devil-stick with a fury, whipping up a lather, which, unfortunately, squirted all over his face.
After tying his victims, KY vamoosed. The youths worked free of their bonds and raced back to the store. Bursting in, they shouted, "We’ve been raped! We’ve been raped!" and the lovers are reunited.
Later, a dark handsome stranger, Gordon by name, bursts into the store asking if anyone had seen the big dude wearing tight white pants who had stolen his boy. Recognizing Kentucky Man’s modus operandi and sartorial signature, Cliff exclaimed, "He went west!" Gordon withdrew, flung himself on his horse, and galloped off into the sunset.
Meanwhile, back in the store, Cliff showed his love for Chuck by going down on him. Burt and Roy got carried away by the beauty of this display and soon a full-blown orgy was in progress.
Meanwhile, back on the trail, Gordon was relentlessly pursuing his quarry. He finally spotted Kentucky Man and tracked him to his lair. As KY dismounted in his corral, he heard a sound. Spinning around, while snapping his gun into firing position, he spotted Gordon and knew that the inevitable shoot-out was about to occur. In the time-honored tradition of the Old West, he slunk along behind the ill-concealing fence, as they exchanged a volley of shots. One finds its mark, and as Good triumphs over Evil, Kentucky Man hit the dust.
In the time-honored tradition of the old Gay West, Gordon slung KY’s body across his saddle, ass up. Was he contemplating posthumous revenge?
After dropping his load, Gordon re-burst into the general store to tell them the good news. But there was no dancing around the maypole, as all their maypoles were already in use. Cliff and Chuck changed from their sixty-nine to the double-zero position; tongue to asshole, asshole to tongue. They had slipped from the cracker-barrel to a mattress on the floor. Burt knelt on the table, as Roy contemplated his asshole. Probing deeply with his tongue, Roy discovered the seat of all pleasure.
Beside himself with astonishment, Gordon decided he would rather be beside the others and, stripping his clothes in one second flat, he flung himself into the fray.
"If you can both lick’em and join ‘em,’ he mused, "you've got the best of all possible worlds!"
"The explicit sequences vary widely in quality, but are all captured by Barry Knight's camera with a high level of proficiency and inventiveness ... Nonethelss, selective details, such as a hay-filled barn, a pair of tight, faded jeans, or a ten-gallon Stetson go a long way to bringing the fantasy to life." -- Manshots, August 1966
"The Magnificent Cowboys has the potential to join Boys in the Sand and the others in that special category denoting achievment beyond the expectations of audiences and critics. The sex-scenes in the film between the rancher (Ryan) and his new helper (Masters) are so unabashedly sensuous, it's like watching two people who really care for each other as they discover the delights of new found love." - The Advocate
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