It had been a difficult day in the fields. In my early twenties, I had done work on the ranch before, but I couldn't hold a candle to the professional employees. While I appreciated my uncle hiring me on as an extra ranch hand during summer break to make money for college, this was the reason for that business degree I was seeking. Macroeconomics all of a sudden became simple, compared to this vicious labor, that tore into my city muscular frame. Country strong I was not, although at 6'3 and 220, I wouldn't keep up with these Texas loggerhead types. All of them regardless of size, seemed able to tend the livestock, cut trees and crops down with ease, or clear out new tracts for harvesting. Most of the guys were polite, but I was the "college snob," and "city slicker " to these ruffians, who had never seem to have any type of etiquette. I was repulsed by the tobacco chewing, farting, and just distasteful behavior. The amount of obscenities shocked me, as did the way these men handle the animals for what they called "harvesting." More like slaughtering. It was and still is a sanitized word for the killing of animals, and although I tried to hide it, the country folks figured it bothered me. Some of them were compassionate enough not to mess with my squeamishness, but sadistic Jacob didn't give a damn. All summer long he relished in waking me up, and giving me hell from sunrise to sunset. He lashed insults at me regularly, and kept laughing at my "proper English." It was embarrassing, demeaning, and insulting all at one time. I was happier when my uncle or the foreman would have Jacob elsewhere on the ranch, because I could take miserable, but he was absolutely depraved.
Nothing made him happy either. One day I cooked up some delicious steaks, corn on the cob, and all he said was "okay," eating every bit of his plate. The other ranch hands at least acknowledged my efforts. I knew that I'd never be part of their clique, but figured this plus a positive attitude could make inroads. As usual my uncle was in town, bartering and also making deals with suppliers for his crops. Surprisingly this wasn't the bread and butter of his finances. Instead it was renting the land to hunters in the fall and winter. He never shared with me any figures, but he said it was three times the profit margin of farming. Uncle Joseph was my dads brother, and while a decent human being, years of farming had hardened him up. My mother had said when she first met him, he was warm and jovial, but that candle had completely flickered out. Yet I was grateful to make double, what other college students were making at restaurants or chain stores. Plus I was getting more in shape.
One morning I was bailing hay, and I remember taking a break for water. Sweat ran down my forehead, and the heat was oppressive. I took my t-shirt off, and dared the sun to burn my Irish white skin, as at that point comfort mattered more. My blue jeans and work boots were plenty enough. "Get over here boy." That sounded like Jacob, who was supposed to be clearing out a chicken house. This had to be a nightmare, but yet there he was, all 6'5 of him. He was rugged, grizzled, with a blonde beard and piercing blue eyes. To be honest he intimidated me and other ranch hands. His arms were like tree trunks, and I quickly asked, "what's the matter Jacob?"
He told me, "you will not tell anyone of this. Take off your pants and boots." I thought he was joking, but found out quick as he slapped the smirk off of my face. The sting was quite a rebuke, and I did it without thinking about it. There I was in a field, wearing my tighty whities and nothing else. I was directed to take my underwear off. It made more sense to comply, as this must be some farmhand hazing ritual. There I was naked, my soft penis and balls into the prairie wind. Jacob smiled and said, "nice cock you little bitch." I shook afraid. He smiled even more and said, "prepare to be pissed on, and please pretend you like it, or I'll literally tear your ass apart." Due to being intimidated I complied. His pants were off and he had a gigantic horse like cock with black trimmed pubic hair.
I sat on my knees, as he pulled my hair. He got really hard, and soon he told me to "touch his penis." I did and he finally arched his back, and showed me the approval I had been seeking from him. His dick was the biggest I had ever seen, it probably was 9" long and extraordinarily girth. Big balls too. I kept touching his private parts, and he told me to sit down in front of him on my knees. Was he going to carry through with his threat? Soon I felt his urine on my nipples. I looked and saw the yellow liquid coming out of his cock head. It was a strange, warm, and slightly smelly position to be in. Jacob made me rub my nipples as he continued to pee all over my chest. His piss ran down my entire body, as if he had finished off a case of beer.
Soon he was jerking his penis back and forth. He told me to "massage his balls," so I did and felt him moaning and his testes getting fuller by the minute of cum. My nasal passages were overpowered by the smell of piss, his sweat and mushiness. Soon I felt warm white cum on my nipples. He moaned and almost screamed. Then he smiled at me and told me to sit up towards him again. I got peed on again, and it was demeaning and capricious behavior, but yet deep down I enjoyed his large manly cock that was far bigger than anything I'd seen glancing around a locker room. He told me to shower before my uncle came in, and I remember as the hot water came down, a mixture of his fluids and scents were cleaned off with soap.
After this incident, Jacob was nicer to me. He made sure i had cold beers, and he always wanted to piss on me. I had mixed feelings about it as a gay guy in the closet, but he showed no interest in my sucking him or topping my then very tight hole. Instead it was the being peed on for the next month and a half. At the end of the summer he even had peed on my face, and all over my crotch as well. All of this was new, and the sensory overload was real. The next year I got an internship with a large Fortune 500 company. While I got pissed on in different ways, part of me did feel bad but also turned on about being Jacobs bitch.