Encounter 8
"On the Road"
I spent the remainder after Skip left was spent in the after-glow of memories of the past few days. At this rate I would need to take vitamin E supplements or possible viagra. The day was quiet, and I read and napped, and ate a good meal.
The following day, I packed up and headed out on I-40. My first stop of the day was a visit to the Route 66 museum at Clinton, OK. Learning about he history and lore of this stretch of Americana was truly enjoyable. I was surrounded by families with children and senior adults. I was beginning to feel lonely and disconnected, so I refueled and hit the highway. I choose to stay off the interstate and find as much original pavement as possible. I saw a couple of hitchhikers. Several were downright scary, but in my loneliness, I finally picked up one guy whom I felt sorry for in the summer heat. I would be lying if I told you he was not a hunk, but that sweat soaked tank top was too much to resist. I opened the side door of the cab, the universal sign to "get in." He gave me a close look before he took his seat, and threw his bag behind the seat.
"Where are you headed?" was my first words.
"Amarillo"
"Great, I'm going right through there. Welcome, my name's Josh, what's yours?"
"I'm Brandon, nice to meet you. Thanks for picking me up. The heat was really getting to me. Would you have anything to drink?"
"Sure, there's some bottled water in the refrigerator. Climb on back and get it, I'll wait to pull out till you get back."
I couldn't help but notice his tight shorts as he twisted to get up. As he stood, his body was only a few inches from me. I could smell his sweat.
"Would you like one too?" Brandon asked as he opened the refrigerator.
"Yeah, that would be great, Thanks."
"Hey, this is a nice rig. You got everything you need right here. Some day I'd like to travel the country in one."
"That's my plan. I'm really enjoying seeing America for the first time. I could write a book on my experiences, and I've only begun!"
We enjoyed the cool water as we drove on further. I learned the Brandon was from Amarillo, and knew a lot about the country side. He was 21 years old, and was returning to his father's ranch, after being gone several years to find himself.
"A real prodigal son! Do you think your father will react the same as in the parable?" I asked.
"I'm not sure, but I sure hope so. They don't know I'm coming, and I haven't talked with them for several months, but I know I'll be welcomed. The real problem will be several days later when they begin to ask my plans for the future. To tell you the truth, I'm still not sure. When I left on my journey, I thought I would find all the answers, and all I found was more questions. I was raised to go to college, find my career, and go off into the world and make a name for myself. College was `ok' but I really want to be a rancher. I'm not sure my parents will understand."
"You make a good point, just tell them what you've told me. I think you may be surprised."
We continued to talk for the remainder of the day. I shared my story, and generally we developed a friendship. As we neared the ranch, I could tell that Brandon was more nervous the closer we got. The ranch was a beautiful place, with a two story white main house, surrounded by grass, that would be green in the spring. The outbuildings were in good repair, and I could see several men busy coming and going. We pulled in front of the house, and Brandon was quick to go through the front door. In a few minutes he returned with his Dad, a big smile on his face. His dad shook my hand, and invited me inside.
I could tell that Brandon had been welcomed home with open arms. I was invited to stay for dinner, which I gladly accepted. It was a big Texas BBQ, with excellent food, and many friends and family were invited. Brandon was very gracious, and introduced me to so many people, I could never keep then straight. As the evening wore down, Brandon invited me to spend the night, so I pulled my rig beside the bunkhouse, and hooked up the electric cord. Since there were no water or sewer connections, I used the facilities in the bunkhouse. Brandon introduced me to the foreman, Jake, before going to bed.
Although I had eyes on Brandon all day, that was all forgotten when I saw the foreman. He looked like the `Marlborough Man.' His skin was as brown and rough as leather. His smile was infectious, and his blue eyes saw right through you, almost making you feel naked and vulnerable. I shook his hand, and it was almost painful. I could tell he had already been in bed as he was wearing some sleeping shorts and a t-shirt. I could see his penis and balls sway as he walked. The bathroom was made to accommodate several guys at once. He stepped up to a urinal, and I saw his dick from the side as he began to piss. He caught me staring, and for a brief second, fear ran down my spine. I stepped up to the urinal, which was one long trough. I was trembling, feeling heightened sexual attraction to this man who gave off raw sexuality. As I lowered my shorts to piss, he startled me with the comment "Don't waste that piss down the drain, piss on me!"
I had never heard of such a thing. He physically turned me, and kneeled at my feet. My steam hit him on his chest. He moaned, and moved his body to get totally soaked. He was really enjoying himself, evident by his erection sneaking out of his short's leg hole. Although I was not stimulated by the golden shower, my friend was over the edge. He lowered his shorts, and began to jerk-off on the bathroom floor. My piss had largely gone down the floor drain while I was transfixed watching Jake jerk-off. My dick was still in the open, propped up by the elastic band of my shorts under my balls. Jake spurted cum all over the floor and himself, and I never moved a muscle. I was about to tuck my dick back inside, when he pushed my hands aside, and engulfed me in his mouth. I was taken aback, and wanted to get away from the smell, but he held me tightly. I struggled to leave his press, but he stood, and cornered me.
The panic was so thick, you could almost see it. I was turned on and repulsed at the same time. I wanted to leave and stay. Jake put his hands over mine, and raised them against the wall. He leaned over to kiss me, and I turned my head.
"Like to play rough huh. Well I'm good at that too." he said in a commanding voice. "I want you naked now, step in the shower and prepare yourself."
As if by remote control, I did as commanded. I noticed my dick swell as I obeyed his order. Jake turned on the shower knobs, and I felt his hands roughly soap me down. Jake peeled off his wet cloths and joined my in the same shower. For a brief second, I thought of escaping, but he saw my move, and blocked the exit. Now that Jake was clean, I was a little more interested, and awaited his next command. He turned off the water, and handed me a towel.
When I began to dry my body he commanded "Dry me off first. Don't forget that, do as your commanded."
Strangely, I obeyed without comment. I dried his body, front and back, and stood dripping wet, waiting for instructions. My dick never went down.
"Dry yourself now" and I complied.
He led me into the dorm room. I saw his bed in the corner and followed him there.
"Lay down on your back."
I didn't see the leather strips until too late. I struggled to get free, but I was not match for his strength. I was not really afraid, and oddly was already dripping pre-cum. I decided I'd go with the game, after all, Brandon was not too far away.
Jake began his manipulations with my tits. He pinched them, making them hard and swollen. He sucked them next, creating amazing sensations. He moved to my armpits with his tongue. I never new they could be so erotic. He found my ears, and then my mouth. I accepted his tongue, and allowed him to explore my mouth. He then moved down my neck, and chest. As he moved lower, he moved his body till his knees straddled my head. I could see his dick, but it was out of reach. I could feel his mouth on my chest and stomach. Suddenly, he sat up, pushing his ass to my face.
"Suck my ass hole, get that tongue busy."
I was so turned on, and with the added excitement, I complied with little thought. I began to swirl my tongue around his pucker. I could feel his push back, demanding me to enter him with my tongue. He moved back and forward, giving my tongue a difficult workout. As suddenly as he got close, his body moved away. He ignored my leaking dick, and traveled down to my toes. He explored them, and moved again towards my dick. I lifted my butt, as if to demand attention. I felt his mouth engulf my balls. He swung his body around, and all I could see was the top of his head. I felt the binding being removed from one ankle, then the next. He lifted my feet to gain access to my ass. His tongue set me on fire, as he pushed pass my ring. My breathing was labored as I struggled to absorb what was happening. I gladly allowed his access to any part he wanted. He replaced his tongue with a lubed finger. I heard the foil wrapper being torn, and knew what was coming. He began slowly but persistently. I was so overcome by the assault, that I thought of escape. He held me in place as he pushed further. I thought I would tear in half before he was done, but soon the pain lessened, and I could feel pleasure. My erection returned as he began to fuck me in earnest. My legs were over his shoulder, but I wrapped them around his waist, feeling him go deeper and deeper with each thrust. His fingers found my cock, and he began to jerk me in the rhythm of his thrusts. My mind went blank as I screamed and shot cum past my own face.
Jake gave no indication that he was ready to cum. His thrusts were strong and steady. My dick began to soften and shrivel, and then suddenly, he increased his pace to frantic. I could see his face contort. He suddenly withdrew his cock, whipped off the condom, and shot cum on my face and chest. I caught some on my tongue and took it my mouth. Jake collapsed beside me, and I could see his chest rise and fall as his breathing returned to normal. I wanted to caress him, but my hands were still tied. I lay still, trying to regain mental functioning back from my dick. My arms ached for release, and finally I had to ask for release.
Jake quickly untied the bonds, and allowed me to slip from the bed. I returned to the bathroom to clean up and gather my clothes. When I slipped past Jake's bed, all I heard was his snoring. The cool air of the night was refreshing as I returned to the RV. I fell asleep as quickly as my head hit the pillow.
The following morning, I awoke with the sound of a tractor being started. It was only 6:30am, but I could detect lots of movement outside. I quickly dressed, and began to explore the ranch. I ran into Jake, who was feeding some stock in a pen. He ignored me, as if I was not there. Finally, he looked up and told me to hand him the shovel near me. I did as instructed, and stood quietly and admired this man who had so skillfully fucked me the night before. I'm not sure what I expected the morning after, but I got nothing. It was as if we had never met. I moved on to explore the rest of the ranch.
I finally found Brandon near the main house, and he invited me in for breakfast. He asked how I slept, and did I need anything. I casually asked him about Jake.
"Don't mind him. He's just a cranky old cowboy. Too mean to marry. His whole life is in this ranch. He has taught me as much as my own father, maybe more."
I wondered if Brandon has been taught what I had the night before. I could just imagine what that would have looked like. I began to feel that awakening swell in my dick, and I hid it under the breakfast table. My curiosity was aroused, along with my dick, and wanted to know more.
"Jake sure is an interesting guy, he showed me around last night after you left. He reminds me of the `Marlborough Man' from the cigarette commercials."
Brandon answered "He could do those commercials, and plenty more. As a teenager, he took me under his wing, and showed me to ropes, literally"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, if your not fast enough, or obey quick enough, he's not beyond using bondage to get his way."
"Yeah, he used some leather straps on me last night." was my impulsive reply.
"Did he hurt you?"
"Naw, I was a willing participant. He sure has some hidden skills though."
"Yeah, I experienced many of them. He taught me to be a man. I guess I should have warned you about him, but didn't think he would act so quickly."
"He caught me staring at him at the urinal, and it was a non-stop ride from there on out."
Brandon replied "You don't look too unhappy about it, so I assume you enjoyed yourself?"
"I wasn't going to tell you, but yes, I had a great time. Never been tied up before and was surprised to learn what a turn-on it could be. He fucked my brains out. One tough dude."
"Shush! Don't let my Dad know" he whispered. "He first fucked me when I was 17. He caught me jerking off in the barn. Damn near gave me a new ass hole before he was done. I walked with bow legs for a month! Forgot how much I missed him till now."
We both walked around the ranch until we found Jake in the coral. He was training a stallion, and they both looked so strong and masculine. The stallion was unruly, and Jake was working hard to keep him under control. I watched with rapt attention to the scene before me. Jake was the perfect picture of health and vitality, wearing his leather chaps and cowboy hat. I shifted my erection as I stood behind a fence post.
At one point, I saw the stallion's erection, all pink and slimy hanging down with massive weight. I had never seen such display of animal sexuality. Jake dismounted and walked over to Brandon and myself. I didn't even hear their conversation, being consumed with lust for this dusty cowboy. I followed a few feet behind, enjoying the two cute butts in denim. We entered the barn, and I followed into the hayloft. Little did I realize that I was being set up in the grand reunion of repressed sexuality between Brandon and Josh.
My next glance was of them kissing, leaning into a stack of hay bales. Hands were removing clothing as I stood and watched. When they were both naked, they looked my way, indicating that I was behind. I quickly stripped, looking for my next instructions. Brandon went to his knees and took Jake's cock. I moved in close and watched. Jake laid down in the hay, and Brandon followed him to the ground. Jake motioned me near, an had me lay on my side, took me in his mouth. Brandon adjusted his position, and I took him in my mouth. It was an incredible experience to suck and be sucked at the same time. Brandon was cut, and a good mouthful. I could see that Brandon had to work to get Jake's massive cock under control.
Jake soon had me near the edge before he stopped the action to rearrange our positions. He put Brandon on all-fours and assaulted his ass with his mouth. I moved in front, and Brandon took my cock in his mouth. Within minutes, Jake had mounted Brandon's ass and was in to the hilt. Brandon was a real trooper, and scarcely missed a stroke as Jake build up a steady fucking rhythm. Within minutes Jake was speeding up, and soon filled Brandon. I could hear the sloppy sounds as he withdrew his wilting dick. Brandon continued to suck me, and was soon rewarded with my cum. Brandon laid on his back, but had yet to cum.
Jake got on his haunches, and lowered himself onto Brandon's cock. This guy must have lots of experience. There was no lube or condom as Jake began to move up and down, increasing the speed until Brandon screamed for release. Jake rode it through, and didn't quit till Brandon popped out of his ass, too flaccid to continue. We all three laid in the straw, too tired to move. We slowly dressed and went outside. Jake went one way, Brandon and I the other. I needed a nap after all that action.
I spent one more night at the ranch. That night Jake pissed all over me. Although it wasn't my thing, I could tell it greatly excited Jake. He begged to be tied up, as I fucked him, and was replaced by Brandon, after I came. Jake came with no direct touch, just as Brandon filled his ass with cum. I showered and left, and the two fell asleep in each other's arms.
The next morning I said my "Good Byes" to continue my journey to see America.