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Arrived in Town
I arrived in the town of Lexington (not its real name, but the town is so small that if I gave out the real name too many people would be compromised) at about 4 pm.
I had stopped at a gas station to be sure of my last directions to the Double S Ranch.
The attendant, who was probably 18, really lean, with tight jeans and cowboy boots, and a chin that looked like he had not shaved yet, gave me a knowing smile, and said, the "Cupcake Ranch" is just about 3 miles further down this road, you can't miss it, there is a big gate sign that says "Double S". (As I was soon to find out the place had a reputation for having many homosexuals on the crew, therefore, in the old slang of the West, `cupcakes', which was better, I guess, than faggots, or queers. But it implied a certain feminine or weak quality, which I was to learn, was not true of the guys there at all, gay or not.) The lettering on his shirt said "Casey".
I found the ranch, drove in, parked in a row of other pickup trucks, and headed to a sign that said, "Office".
I went in. "You must be Eddie's friend, Jason, from college back East. My name is Greg, people call me Greg or Boss, I own the place. I am gay, but I do not play with the help, no matter how good looking they are, or how horny I am. The help, which includes you, are free to play with the help, but not on work time. Breakfast and supper are here in the ranch house at 6 AM and 6 PM respectively. Lunch is usually a bag lunch which you pick up at breakfast. Sunday, the big meal is at noon in the farmhouse.
"As was told to you by Eddie, I hope, you work 6 days a week, which includes weekends, with a weekday off, but Sundays are light days, we only do time sensitive and essential work on Sundays.
"Do you ride, I mean ride horseback?"
"Yes," I said, "but most of my experience is with English saddle, but Eddie said Western saddle is a lot easier, so I am not worried."
"Great, you will be used to it in no time. Eddie got here yesterday and will show you around tonight and tomorrow, and Monday, you will be put to work, my foreman, Chris, will assign you your work and your work party. Most of the year-round hands are off, it being the weekend, so the bunkhouse is mostly empty, but you will meet them all by Sunday night. You are in room "G", your roommate is not here yet, so you get the pick of the bunks, upper or lower.
"Last but not least, in baseball terms, which given you background I am sure you will understand, two strikes and you are OUT. No hard drugs, here or on your own time, and no pot or alcohol during work hours, and none outside of work hours to the extent I can smell it on you during work hours. Obey the speed limits in town, there are a few cops who are homophobes and will give you a ticket if you look at them, and will arrest you in a minute if you have an open container in your vehicle, or, they see you with a glass of beer or worse, in one of the local bars. Otherwise, if you work hard, and keep your nose clean, I expect that you will have a good summer here."
Just then Eddie came in, "Hi," he said, "I saw your truck. You done Boss?"
Greg said, "Yes" and Eddie lead me back to my truck to get my gear.
"Cupcake Ranch?" I asked.
"Yup, the ranch is the biggest and the most prosperous in town, over 2000 acres and as many cattle and, full of gay guys, but not all. It being the 21st Century, people are far more accepting of homos than they would have been 50 years ago. For most what matters is that Greg is a great guy, buys local, employs local except for family like me, and their friends, like you, gives to local charity, and is as masculine as they come, to all outward appearances. And the ranch trucks all have a picture of a cupcake on the doors, so that has made the joke not a mean one."
"We have 45 minutes to supper, how about we get cleaned up, and," he gave me the look, "get better acquainted. I've had my eye on you for a year, but never really had the chance to, you know."
"Sure," I said, "I've had my eye on you too, and we rubbed our crotches simultaneously.
"We'll get you settled after supper. Just get a clean T shirt and you will be fine."
He led me to the shower room, it had 3 shower heads, and was open to a locker room, you came in from outside, after scraping what manure or dirt you could off your boots, and left them by the door. You put your clothes away, the dirty ones in a big canvas basket, the ones you could wear again, like jeans, on a peg. The clean ones, and your shoes, near the exit door.
I had never seen Eddie naked before, he was about 5' 8", well-muscled, hairy from neck to ankles, a real gorilla of a man, shaved pubic hair, balls, and as I later found out, taint and all around his hole. His cock was thick, maybe he had a semi, for all I knew then, I knew I had one. Uncut, with a thick foreskin that had one prominent vein running down the right side to the tip.
"Wash my back for me?" he asked.
"Sure," I replied, and proceeded to do so, soaping his hairy back, his ass, his ass crack, his hole, until he told me to stop.
"We don't have time for this now, let me do your back, and then let us get dressed and over to the ranch house for supper."
We did. Sunday supper was soup, sandwiches, salad, and dessert, the big meal on Sunday had been at noon. There were 3 other guys there, besides Greg. We were introduced, Colin was Eddie's roommate and sometimes playmate, but not lover, Jimmy and Roscoe were roommates and lovers. They asked a lot of questions, quite openly about my sexual orientation, experience, likes and dislikes, HIV status, and were equally open about theirs. Jimmy and Roscoe were HIV + but on meds and were undetectable. Colin was on Prep. The Boss said I did not need to know about him, for the reasons he had already explained.
Then Eddie and I unloaded my stuff from my truck, doing a little grab ass along the way, and when done, sat down on the lower bunk. He leaned in and kissed me. I kissed him back. He knew how to kiss the way I liked it, or was just following my lead -- slow, gentle, easy, to start, getting more intense minute by minute. Shirts off, pec and nip play, pants off, underwear off, now I saw that his cock was even bigger than in the shower room, it stood up against his hairy belly.
"You can play with my cock all you want," Eddie said, "but don't press it downwards beyond 90 degrees, it really hurts it. When I was younger it was really hard to get it off my belly when it was hard, I wondered if I would ever be able to actually fuck anyone, and even when it was soft it tended to be up against my belly, a doctor told me the ligament that holds your cock up when it is hard is too short, I could have it cut, but then my dick might be floppy, the opposite, and worse problem, so the ligament has just gradually stretched so now I can fuck. Speaking of which, want to fuck?"
"Top," I said, "if you are OK with it."
"Whoa," Eddie replied, "I am a top for fucking, have never bottomed."
"Same here."
"Well, plenty of guys here bottom, but maybe, if you are willing we can work each other into it. We have the whole summer to experiment."
So, we 69'ed, I still had a gag reflex, but he did not, and he could take my whole cock down to the pubes, his knocked at the back of my throat and I could not relax enough to let it in. I apologized, but he said he did not care, it felt so good anyway. We were both so horny that we both came pretty quickly, cleaned up, and went to bed, he back in his room which was next to mine. The walls were just one sheet of plywood, and you could hear what was going on next door.
"He is a hot guy, gay, but never been fucked," I could hear Eddie saying to his roommate Colin, "we 69'ed, but I am still horny, I need to fuck."
"OK by me," I could hear Colin saying, which was followed by grunts and groans, and a "Harder, fuck me harder", and then a "shit I'm cumming, I'm cumming" and then it got quiet. All the while I was jerking my own cock with my spit, and came again, ready finally, go to sleep.
I came all over my belly, wiped it up with a dirty sock, and went to sleep, with visions of a summer of hard work and hot sex before me.