NO GOOD REASON WHY NOT
By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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My first day of work on the McKeever Ranch wasn't so bad. I'd grown up on a farm, after all, and a ranch wasn't all that different, more animals and less crops, but that was about it. My own family had kept cows and a couple of horses and if you know one cow, you know them all. I'd ridden enough horses not to make a fool of myself on one, and though my butt was a little sore after this first day, it wasn't nothing I couldn't live with.
Still, I was pretty darned worn out, and more than ready to spend my first night in the small bed for me, in the small bunkroom over the barn. Beneath us was milk cows and horses and a large portion of hay, but this small area was almost a regular bedroom, with two beds. One for me, and one for Coltrane.
Coltrane was the other ranch hand; the McKeevers only had the two of us. They'd also had two sons but the sons had grown up and married and left home, and the parents had hired Coltrane when the first had left some four years ago, and the second had left home just last week. So they'd hired me, as well.
Coltrane was a hell of a big man, broad-shouldered, slim-hipped, ruggedly handsome in a leathered-weathered way, rough-mannered, able to pick up a fence post in one hand and lever it into the posthole just like that. I'd tried it for myself when he wasn't looking, and it takes a hell of a lot of power to do that, the posts weighed about forty pounds each at a guess. I'd had to grab the post again in a hurry and then stagger over to put it in the hole. Coltrane grinned at me as I did that, I don't know if he saw me or not, trying to do what he'd done, but he didn't say anything. Just that grin, which in its way, was worse than if he had said something.
So I got up to the bunkroom after washing myself off (we had a sort-of bathroom in the barn downstairs which also functioned in ways such as providing water for the cows and horses, and the shower I'd used was also used to wash the horses), and when I walked in the door, I stopped dead in my tracks.
Coltrane was lying on his bunk, stark staring naked! I was agog, because frankly, I'd never really seen a fully naked man before. And Coltrane, my God! He was so damned strong, I knew, but I'd never realized how that would make his body into...my God! So hairy, too, his chest was a mass of thick curled hairs as black as those on his head, enough that you couldn't see the nipples on his chest, but the curves of his muscles were marked by darker sections of the fur that adorned him from neck to navel. Below that, the hair patch narrowed, so that below his navel, it made a narrow isthmus of hair before flaring out into the heavier patch of his pubic hair. Below that, the hair was scraggly before getting thicker below his knees. But the hair didn't, couldn't, defeat his masculine organ. A heavy, darker-toned, broad banana of flesh lay across there, like an obscene question mark with his balls like a double-dot beneath (If I'd been able to see them through his fur, that is). One of his legs was on the floor, that splayed his crotch wide, showing me all of it.
"You getting a good look?" Coltrane said.
"Huh?" I looked up at his face, blushed heavily. "Sorry, I just wasn't expecting it, that's all."
"That's okay, kid." Coltrane said. "This hot weather, you might as well get used to seeing it."
"I guess so."
"You can go naked too if you want to."
"That's okay." I said. I wasn't about to put myself in a comparison with this big guy, I knew I'd lose and lose big.
"No good reason not to." Coltrane went on. "Sharing this room all night after working together all day. "Might as well get comfortable with each other, shouldn't we?"
"Yeah, I guess so." I agreed. I still wasn't going to sleep in anything less than my boxers, not my underwear, just a pair that I wore when I was in bed.
"No reason not to be friendly with each other." Coltrane went on. "Help each other out when and where we can."
"Sure, Coltrane." I was more than ready to agree to that. After all, I was on my own for the first time (well, my family lived less than twenty miles away, but you don't want to go running back home any more than you have to when you strike out to live on your own), so allies in the struggle for life was fine with me. "I'm more than willing to help you out."
"Good." Coltrane said. "Now get over here."
I'd been about to get into my own bed, I stopped and turned. "Huh?"
Coltrane had his hand on his cock and it was hard, he waggled it as I stared at it. "Get over here and suck my cock."
I was scandalized and my mouth worked for a while until I could come up with words for it to say aloud. "I"m not going to do that!"
"Why not?"
"Huh?"
"Why not suck my cock, Andy?"
"But...but...."
"So get over here and get to sucking it!" Coltrane ordered.
"I can't do that!"
"Why not?" He said again. "What reason do you have that says you can't suck my cock?"
"Because...because...." Okay, in all my born days, I never figured on having to explain why I shouldn't get down on my knees and slurp on another man's prick! "Because I can't."
"So tell me why. I can't think of one good reason why you shouldn't suck it, myself." Coltrane waggled his cock at me again, and I stared at it, fascinated like a mouse before a cobra. The cockslit was leaking a clear glob of precome that grew as I looked at it. Soon, it would slide over and drip off in a long, clear strand of crystal rope that reached for the floor with it teardrop head. Would it break before it reached it?
"Because people would think it was weird." I found an answer finally. Not my best first answer, I know, but again, you don't expect to have to answer this question!
Coltrane considered this. "But I'm not going to tell them. And if you don't tell them, they won't ever know, will they?" I had to nod my head in agreement to that. "Try again."
"Because I'm not supposed to. It's wrong."
"Says who?"
"God. The Bible."
Coltrane again considered this. Shook his head. "Thought you said you didn't believe in God."
I hadn't been baptized nor did I attend church. "Well, I don't. Or not exactly...."
"So that doesn't count, not unless you're a full believer in God." Coltrane concluded. "So what other arguments have you got? Tell me why you can't get over here and suck on my cock, working it until I blow a hot load of man-spunk into your mouth. Especially since I want you to do it."
"Well...." I temporized.
"Only reason I can think of might be, that you don't want to do it. Is that what it is?"
"Uh...."
"Are you telling me you don't want to suck my cock? Even though I'm telling you to get over here and suck on it. Is that what you're saying?"
I shook my head no.
"So get over here and get to sucking on it." Coltrane said again.
I took one half-step in his direction, stopped. What was I doing?
"Get over here. Now!" Coltrane ordered me firmly.
It was like I was sleep-walking. I walked over to his bed, next to him. As I did, the glob of precome I'd watched before slid down his glans and reached for the floor, just like I'd imagined it would. The head of it grew as it fell, and the strand of clear fluid broke, it fell onto the floor between my legs. I felt a sense of loss at that. If I'd been quicker, I could have caught it on my tongue and...
What the hell was I thinking here? This was messing up my head!
"Get down and suck it!" Coltrane's words were hard as steel. He wasn't asking me, he was ordering me. I'd been told by Mr. McKeever to do whatever Coltrane told me to do. Learn my job from him. I'd agreed to do just that. Raised from childhood that you keep your word no matter what. The time to object is beforehand, before you're hired on, not afterwards after you've shaken hands with your boss.
So I did what he told me to do, I knelt down and reached out and took his cock as he let go of it. It was warm as a live animal in my hand, feeling of velvet where it wasn't punctuated by the tickle of his hairs from below.
"Come on, get to sucking it!" Coltrane's voice was gentler now that I had hold of him, was kneeling down with his cock close enough that I fancied I could feel the heat of it on my face. "Get those lips around it and suck!"
The lack of choice here was strangely liberating. I didn't have to decide if I wanted to do this, all I had to do was what I was told. So I leaned over and got my mouth onto his cock. The feel and taste of the glans on my tongue was like tasting leather, except where the precome was, a salty area that stuck to my tongue like a watery glue. My nostrils were filled with the smell of his body, a hot, musky scent I usually associated with the bulls or stallions. Hot maleness waiting to be used to bring new life into being.
My mouth oozed saliva at these flavors, these smells, this feel. I used the spit as a lubricant to let me suck on him deeper, take him into my mouth far more than I could have if I'd left him dry.
"Yeah, that's the way, that's it, suck my cock, Andy! Suck my cock, take it deeper, do it faster, come on, suck it harder, kid, suck it harder!"
I did the best I could and Coltrane moaned, in pleasure and frustration. After a short time of suffering my inexperienced lips on his pud, he groaned and said, "Like this, damn it, suck it like this!" And my head was grabbed in his broad, hairy hands and then my face was being shoved back and forth, instead of sucking him, he was ramming my head up and down so that I sucked like that, just by holding onto his cock as he forced me into his own rhythm of pleasure.
Hot, animal grunts slipped from his lips as he forced my movements on his prong, bestial sounds of satisfaction that took no heed of whether I was comfortable or if I was liking what he was doing to me, to my face, to my humanity. I was just a physical convenience to him, and nothing else.
The realization of that was...electrifying! I felt a sudden rush of passion into my loins, like I was catching the animalness of this moment, nothing about any of this was about love, or kindness or regard, or any of the human emotions, this was raw rutting that two beings did, and in that rut there was no right or wrong, good or evil, light or darkness. It just...was.
I felt that rush of hormones into my cock and got hard as a rock, and I reached down and began to pump my own pud. God, I was hot, so fucking hot! Sucking this big man's dong and jerking my cock, it didn't owe anything to love or romance or relationship. It wasn't even two men enjoying each other, exactly. He ordered, and I obeyed. My getting into it was just a sort of icing on the cake.
But I was into it and I pummeled my prick.
Coltrane moved his lower foot up and it reached out and touched my scrotum and he wiggled his toes and that jiggled my balls.
And that quick, I hit my climax and I creamed all over his leg! I mean, just like some overexcited puppy, I splattered my young love-juice on his hairy masculine leg.
The orgasmic explosions in my brain were a revelation, I had never before experienced this strong a climax, so powerful an orgasm, it shook my body to its very core and shattered my very sense of self, causing it to fall back where it had once stood, but not nearly so organized and pigeon-holed anymore, just a pile of rubble that had been my life.
I groaned around his hard dong and nearly fainted from the heady sensation, but then I finished, and still panting, looked up at him, fearful, as if squirting my squibs on his leg was going to make him get angry and attack me.
But he was amused, regally, as if a king were having sex with a commoner, and knowing that the power he commanded had overwhelmed me. And in that moment of knowledge of self-power, he was charitably forgiving me my transgression.
He waited like that until my breaths slowed to a more normal level, then he began to force my head to move on him again, and this time, there was a mechanical element to it. Not to him, his grunts of pig-like pleasure were as loud as before, but now there was no part of it conceding to my own joys, my own needs, it was get him off, damn it, right now, come on, hurry up! The very sounds he made reflect that, they held a commanding tone to them. Instead of uh-uh-uh, they were huh-huh-huh!
I felt the heat building in his prick, and knew that he was getting close. And in my own exhaustion of ejaculation, I was eager to get this over with, I began to suck on him again, even as his own hands released me as he was caught up in his climax.
"Oh, God, I'm coming, Andy, I'm coming, here it comes, take it, fucker, take it all, take it all, UH-HUH-HUH-GUH-UH-HUH-GUHHHHHHHHHHH!"
I thought I was ready for this, I mean, I knew what happens when a man comes, and God knows I'd splattered my own body numerous times before this day. But I'd never held onto a cock while it was exploding, and Coltrane's spunk-load was a lot heavier and thicker than anything my young dong had managed so far.
It hit me with the force of a hurricane, the hot packets of man-jizz that pelted my tonsils and jetted into my throat in clumps that were too big and too hot and too salty and too manly to swallow!
I held on as best I could, but then I had to pull away, I pulled back, holding onto it with my hand, and more of those wads hammered at my face, I got his cream on my nose and eyelids and running down one cheek over the corner of my mouth, then more that splashed my other cheek full-on, and then it was only small globs that leaked out and I milked at this huge come-monster and squeezed out the last drops of pearl-tinted delight, and my throat managed to swallow the squibs at last and I reached out and took his cockhead into my mouth and suckled away those pearls of manhood, and Coltrane lay on his bed and moaned on and on, in the exquisite agony of a man who had ridden the cyclone of his orgasm and be cast back to the ground below as it dispersed, the path of destruction left behind as the only evidence it had ever happened at all.
I got to my feet, wiped at my face, the ropy strands of jizz smeared partially upon my cheeks but now mostly on my hand, and I flicked my hand downwards, shaking off the last of his liquid delight.
Coltrane found his voice again. "Hah, damn, kid, that was one good blowjob! Ah, yeah!"
He straightened his body on his bed, pulled in the leg that held my jizz still splashed upon it. "Now I can get to sleep."
He pulled his covers over himself and said, "Put out the light and go to sleep. We got work tomorrow. I might need you to suck my cock again about lunchtime. No good reason why you can't, is there?"
I didn't answer. Coltrane turned over on his bed so that he was facing the wall. I looked at that big body, which had just been using me like an old washrag to cleanse its nuts, and I felt the dregs of his spunk on my fingers. I lifted it to my nose and smelled its raunchy, male strength. My tongue moved by itself, flicking out to lick those last drops of creamy male goodness.
Then I turned out the light, went over to my own bed, got in, and fell quickly and profoundly asleep.
THE END
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