Ultimate shoulder rides

I’m gay and I have this unexplained fetish for shoulder riding. Especially if tight jeans are included. It’s a complicated mix of emotions, dominance or submission, powerful sexual desire to be ridden by a women or man in tight Levi’s or to climb on some guys shoulders who happened to be a bit smaller than me wearing tight Levi’s. Not sure why. May be something from my childhood.

As a young kid around 10 or 12 I became very interested in an older cousin. Mostly because of her love of horseback riding (real horses) and those incredibly sexy skin tight Levi’s she would always wear to ride those horses. Always new looking seldom washed. I imagined how much smell from the horses was on those jeans. She was much taller then me, slim build with great looking thighs, firm but heavy looking.  Which made those jeans all the more attractive to me. I would fantacise often about carrying here on my shoulders just to pretend I was one of those horses she so often would ride. Just to get those big legs on to my small shoulders just once & smell those tight jeans. They were so dirty. To feel her weight on me. As young as I was gave me big hardons. Seldom was I alone with her long enough to ask if she would ride me. Family was always in the room. Knowing her now, she would have said sure. Stood on a chair and mounted me in those jeans.

So here I am today, wanting to get involved with shoulder riding. I like both options, being the hard working pony doing what I am told or having power over some struggling pony below.