Boy's Ranch
When my brother and I inherited the Circle "J" ranch, it was a shock. Our daddy died in an automobile accident on the way home from Deming, and left us orphans. Our mother had died the year after we were born, never having completely recovered from our birth. Cal, is a few seconds older than me, and naturally seems to be the boss. I let him, because we both believe a ranch can't be run with two bosses. We were seventeen the year our dad was killed, and after the funeral, we sat down with our family attorney, and told him we thought we could handle the property, with his help until we reached our majority. He was confident we could, so our life on the ranch didn't change much.
We had a couple thousand head of whiteface cattle, and a hundred or so horses. Six hands lived in the bunkhouse, and a Mexican cook named Carmelita, kept us all fed. Cal and I continued to live in the ranch house, in our separate rooms.
For our eighteenth birthday, Carmelita, baked us a big chocolate cake and all the hands stood around grinning and sang the song to us. We all sort of acted embarrassed, but the cake was good. After a few beers, the party kind of drifted apart, and Cal and I found ourselves alone on the front porch, watching Carmelita drive her old rattletrap Ford out of the yard heading for home to cook supper for her own family.
The hands, had all turned in, not used to drinking beer during the week, and that left us alone, rocking in our parent's chairs on the front porch.
"You ever think about women?" Cal didn't look at me, but I could tell by his tone of voice he had something on his mind.
"Not much. You?" He waited before answering, gathering his thoughts.
"Seems like a waste of time." We rocked in silence for a while, and contemplated his statement. "I don't reckon a woman would cotton to a life out here," he said finally.
"You thinkin' we need to do somethin' about it?" He looked over at my question, hanging in the air between us.
"I reckon my nuts feel like they might explode sometimes. I guess a woman wouldn't be bad onct in awhile." I looked at him hard. We'd never had a conversation like this before. I wasn't sure I wanted a woman on the place, that might come between us somehow.
"Well," I said finally. "My nuts feel like `at all the time. I just pull my ol' pecker out and make him spit." Cal looked at me again.
"Yeah, I do that too, but lately it seems like `at ain't enough." I had to admit, that my jerk off sessions were getting less and less satisfying even though my need seemed to getting more and more frequent. Some days, I had to find the privacy to jerk off half a dozen times.
"Yeah," I said, my voice low.
"I see you heading out to the outhouse all the time. I know you don't have to shit that much. You jackin' off out there?"
"Yeah." He looked over at me, and got out of the chair and went into the house. I sat for a minute, and then followed him. He was sitting on the big leather couch Daddy had had made and covered with cowhide showing our brand. a circle with a "J" in the center. He looked up at me, and patted the couch beside him. I walked over and sat down.
"You ever think about men?" He was staring at the Javlina head mounted on the wall, snarling with its dead tongue hanging out.
"What do you mean, about men?"
"About men, like you're supposed to think about women." He turned his eyes on me again.
"Yeah. You?" The silence was long, and I thought he wasn't going to answer me for a minute, but he finally put his hand on my knee, and spoke.
"I think about you all the time. What do you think about out there when you jack off?"
"You mostly, I guess." He rubbed my leg with his hand, and my dick started to get hard.
"What kind of things you think about doing?" I shifted my legs, to let my cock have a little room. I could see his was growing too, and he took his hand and readjusted its length in his Levis.
"I don't know much about what guys do with each other, but sometimes I imagine you suckin' on my dick like a calf on a heifer."
"Yeah," he said, like he had the same thoughts. "What do you think it feels like?" "Probably a damn sight bettern' my horny ol' hand."
"Yeah. Probably does." We sat in silence while the darkness of the evening became complete. Cal stood up again, and started for his room. "Guess I better turn in. That beer made me sleepy." I watched him go, and shortly, I got up and went to my room down the hall from his.
I got undressed, and crawled into my bunk, and was laying there thinking about the conversation, and pulling on my boner, when I heard him come out of his room and walk down the hall to the toilet. I saw his dim form go past my open door, and thought his big dick was sticking straight out in front of him.
Daddy had put the toilet in the house for mother, so she didn't have to go out to the same outhouse the hands used. We only used it at night, when it was easy to get onto a rattler walking across the yard in the dark. Cal only stayed a second, then came back down the hall. He paused at my open door, and leaned in a little. I strained to see him in the darkness.
"You asleep Bud?" I'd always liked his nickname for me, even though we were the same age, it always made me feel like I was a little younger, and could look up to him like an older brother.
"Nah. My dick's too hard to sleep. I'm thinkin' about what we were talking about, and workin' on jackin' off again."
"Yeah. I got a boner that'd choke a horse." He walked over to my bunk, and sat down on the edge. I could feel his presence better than I could see him. His smell, filled my nostrils, and I suddenly wanted to taste his flesh. I got up on my elbow, and put my hand on his knee, and licked his thigh. I felt him shiver under my tongue.
His hand groped in the dark, and found my hip. He squeezed my flank for a moment, and then let his hand wander down to my bone. It was the first time since we were little boys he'd touched my dick. I reached for where I thought his was in the dark, and felt it throb when my fingers closed around it. I raised myself up, and licked the crown with my tongue. He shivered more violently than before, and sucked his breath in hard. I let that big ol' thing slide into my mouth, and stroked the head under the lip with my tongue.
"Goddamn Bud you'll make me cum quick doin' that." He leaned down, and took my cock into his mouth, and suddenly it was all right what we were doing for each other. The change was instant, and we both began gobbling as much as we could, urgent to get each other off as quickly as possible. Cal put his free hand on the back of my head, and started humping into my mouth until I thought I'd gag. I tried to adjust to his thrusts, but didn't have to wait long. He grunted, and I tasted something salty and sweet at the same time flooding my mouth. I sucked and swallowed the stuff, realizing I was taking my first load of my brother's cock juice down. His cum made me so hot to shoot, he was soon moaning and sucking my own hot jism down his throat.
We carried on like that for several weeks, sucking each other off every night before going to sleep. One night, I'd gone to his bunk, instead of him coming to mine, and after we came, I fell asleep. Sometime in the night, I woke up, wondering where I was, and remembering suddenly, felt Cal spooned into my backside, with a boner nestled in my ass crack. I don't know what caused me to do it, I only know I had an over powering urge to feel his big cock riding my asshole. I spit on my hand, and slicked up my hole, and spit again to slick him up. He groaned in his sleep, but when I took hold of his cock, and started trying to put him into my tight hole, he woke up.
"What are you doin' Bud," he whispered, even though there wasn't another soul in the house.
"I'm tryin' to stuff your dick in my butthole."
"You mean like this," he said, and pushed against my tight pucker.
"Yeah." I used my hands to spread my ass cheeks apart more. Cal continued to poke at my back door. It took a few minutes, and a few more gobs of spit, but suddenly he was in. He fucked that big rod of his into me, and we laid there like that for a long time, enjoying the feelings. Gradually, he started moving in me with tiny little strokes, that made sensations in my ass that sent me flying out of my wits.
"Oh man Cal. It feels so good. Fuck me harder." I pushed back into his stroking lap. He pulled out of me, and told me to get on my knees and hands, he was going to do me doggy style. When he entered me again, he was deeper, and had more freedom of movement. By the time he was shooting his hot spunk up my butthole, he had me squirming and hollering for more, while my own dick jerked and spit cum all over his bed clothes.
We didn't talk about what had happened the next day, but that night, Cal couldn't wait for bed time. As soon as Carmelita got into her old Ford, he told me to get to the house, he couldn't stand it. I thought he wanted to fuck me again, and was willing, but what he wanted was to try my horny cock in his butt. I fucked him ever which way but loose, and he returned the favor twice.
We sleep together now in our parent's big king sized bed, making good use of all that space to try different things. Cal found a magazine, on a trip to Las Cruces, to sell some cattle a few weeks ago, and we've ordered a bunch of videos they were advertising. We figure we can learn how to do it right from watching other men do it together. From reading the magazine, we figured out we must be what they call gay, but not ever having had anything to do with anybody else, we didn't know.
Cal said after reading the stories in the magazine, which got us hot to fuck more than once, that we ought to be wearing rubbers like the men in the stories. I told him that might be true, fucking other people, but since neither me or him had ever been with another man, it didn't make much sense. He's decided to order some from the magazine, and get something they call lube to see if it works better than spit. When I asked him why, he said he liked the story about the three guys fucking each other at the same time, and was thinking about asking Tom Cassedy from the next ranch over, for dinner when the videos arrived.
"He might like to get in on some of this stuff. After all, he's over there all alone, with nobody his age." Cal looked at me.
"What makes you think he's be interested in being gay?"
"Well, I was poppin' brush the other day looking for a few strays up Sycamore creek, and come acrost Tom naked as a Jaybird, jerkin' his meat to beat the band. He shot a powerful load a spunk, and caught it in his hand and licked it off."
"What did you say to him?"
"Nuthin'. He was so busy makin' love to himself, he didn't see me. I figger he's a good one to ask.
The videos came in today's mail, and Cal just got off the phone with Tom. He'll be over after sundown. I told Carmelita to make some enchiladas and leave them in the oven before she leaves. Cal and I both took a shower, and are sitting in our folk's rockers on the front porch waiting for Tom to get here. My dick's so hard, I can't wait to try one of them rubbers on.
"Here he comes," Cal said, squeezing his stiff poker in his Levis. I could hear the clip clop of a horse coming down the road in the dark.
END Thanks for reading. Let me know if you liked it. cqsqfq@hotmail.com Stony