Lost Dreams
I came out of the bathroom after a shower, towel wrapped around my waist, and discovered our guests had arrived and were sitting on the sofas around the TV. Logan was setting up a video.
Austin and Andy greeted my entrance with wolf-whistles. Cory had to make a comment. "Hey look, guys! A preview of coming attractions."
Logan laughed. "Ya don't know how true that is, Cory. Have a seat, ranch-hand Toby, and thanks for the perfect lead-in to the video. I thought the guys could use some inspiration for the game."
I grinned happily at my fan club. "I don't think they need any more inspiration, but can I get dressed first?"
"Let's watch the video first and talk about the game. That may affect how dressed ya get."
Everyone else was wearing a ranch-themed baseball cap of some kind, so I grabbed my John Deere hat and sat down between Cory and Austin. Between the earlier comments at the swimming hole combined with what Logan had just said, I was getting a good idea of what ranch boy poker was about.
Logan started the video. He'd put together a ten-minute clip of the best parts of the recording he'd made of him and me having sex. Once the guys realized what they were looking at, the fun began, starting with wolf-whistles and cheers.
Andy grinned at Logan. "Hot! We got us a couple of porn stars, right here in the backwoods."
Cory slid his hand up under my towel. "It ain't often ya get to feel up a porn star while yer watchin' him get fucked." He pulled my towel open and stroked my growing boner.
Austin laughed. "Give it a rest, Cory. Ya don't get to fuck him 'til ya win the right to."
Grinning at Austin, I leaned back and put my hands behind my head. "Ya don't see me complainin', do ya? Yer just jealous ya didn't think of it first."
Cory continued to stroke my boner. The others had trouble choosing between the video and the live show. It didn't take long. My body jerked as I blew a load onto my abs.
Cory grinned. "Hey, look guys. The city boy can cum." That drew some more whistles and cheers.
Still grinning, I wiped myself with my towel and tossed it in the general direction of the bathroom.
The video ended to the sound of more cheers and wolf whistles from the audience.
Cory spoke up. "That was pretty hot, Logan. I'd say yer right about Toby bein' a hot fuck. I'm lookin' forward to a test drive." That drew another round of cheers.
Andy grinned. "Yeah, one of us is gonna be second inside him." As I'd suspected, Logan had bragged about being first.
I grinned slyly. "Sorry, boys. That spot's already been taken."
Austin laughed. "I wondered what you were doin' when ya disappeared at the swimmin' hole. Damn! That sly fox Rusty got into ya while we were supposed to be gettin' a chance." More suspicions were falling into place, and Logan was looking a little uncomfortable.
"I bet Toby got into Rusty too." Cory was speculating.
I smiled smugly. "That's for me to know and you to wonder about. I wouldn't want ya to think the city boy is beatin' ya at yer own game."
Logan gave me an uneasy look and wisely decided to change the subject. "Okay, let's go over ranch boy poker rules for Toby. For each hand, five cards are dealt to each player, who can keep them or draw to replace any or all of them. The best hand wins, and the winner picks someone to take off an item of clothing. The last hand is dealt after one player is naked. Unless he's already topped someone, the winner of that hand has the option of fuckin' the naked player. Then everybody puts their clothes on and a new game starts. We play for a specific time period, an hour and a half tonight, and everyone stays in the game until the end. Anything else?"
Andy had something to add. "Yeah, one thing. Ya got five minutes to cum. This is like a bull fuckin' a cow. Just get the job done."
Austin had some comments too. "Let me point out a couple things about strategy, Toby. It's a good idea to pick who ya wanna fuck at the start and work in that direction by makin' them take clothes off. And like Logan said, you can pass on toppin' if the naked guy isn't who ya wanna screw. Don't take anything personally. We just like to fuck and have fun."
Cory had a suggestion. "There's no doubt most of us wanna fuck Toby, so he may as well just stay naked. We can all enjoy lookin' at his hot body that way."
Austin agreed. "Yeah, let him keep his cap on. Cory can keep a clothing count. When his cap is gone, we'll all know he's in trouble."
I grinned. "Sounds good to me." My inhibition about showing off my body had gone away at the swimming hole. As Logan had said, it pays to advertise. I wanted to be a member of the group, and if being fucked was part of that, I might as well have fun doing it.
We moved to the table. There was excited chatter and the scraping of chair legs on the floor as we took our places. I was between Cory and Austin again.
Logan dealt the first hand. There was a pause while everyone inspected their cards and replaced any they wanted to. Cory leaned back and pushed his hat up on his head, smiling. Mimicking him, I leaned back, pushed my hat up on my head, and slowly stroked my semi-hard boner back to life. The rest of them howled with laughter.
Cory grinned. "Ya may be gettin' the laughs now, but I'm gonna be laughin' last, smart ass." Distracted, he'd shown me his hand.
I grinned back. "Yer not gonna get anywhere with a measly two pair." That brought even more laughter.
We laid down our hands. Logan had a straight, Cory two pair, and the twins had nothing. I had four queens.
Cory was on it. "Ooooohhh! The city boy has beginner's luck."
I grinned at him. "Yeah, and you can take somethin' off, smart ass."
Cory tossed his hat onto the kitchen counter. The competition was on.
Logan won the next hand and Cory lost another item of clothing.
After a few hands, it was clear Logan and I wanted to score on Cory and the other three wanted to score on me. By that time, Cory was down to his Levis, and I was officially down to my cap. I shuffled and dealt the cards. I had four aces.
I grinned smugly. "I hope yer ready to lose yer pants, Cory."
My self-satisfaction was short-lived. Cory had a king-high straight flush. With a grin, he took off my hat and threw it on the counter beside his. I was officially naked.
It was make or break time. Cory dealt the cards. I drew three new ones and still had nothing. Knowing I was going to take a load excited me, and not knowing who was going to give it to me added to the excitement. I understood why they liked to play this game. We laid down our cards.
"Yes! I get to fuck the porn star first!" Cory had a royal flush.
Cory stood up and dropped his Levis. He was hard as a rock, and it was a big rock.
"Get on the rug by the TV, porn-star Toby. I'm gonna put my brand on ya."
I dropped down onto the floor. The other three sat on the sofas, waiting to watch the show.
"Logan, toss me some lube." Logan got lube from his room and tossed a tube to each of us.
Cory's pole was going to be a snug fit. While he greased it, I lubed myself thoroughly and dropped onto my back. Then, to his credit, Cory spent a little time loosening me up with his fingers.
I put my hands behind my head, grinning up at Cory. "Do yer best, big boy."
Cory grinned back. "This is gonna be fun. Logan says yer a hell of a good fuck, and now I'm gonna find out whether he's tellin' the truth. Ya got the timer ready, Logan?"
"Yeah, go for it."
Cory leaned over me. I cried out as he penetrated me, my cocky attitude disappearing in a wave of pain. As he slowly pressed all the way in, I bit my lip and clenched my fists, struggling to accommodate him. The others cheered and shouted encouragement.
"That's the way to do it, Cory!"
"Fuck him like a real country boy!"
Cory grinned down at me. "Oh, yeah! Yer a tight one. This is gonna be so good."
Cory took his time, enjoying every minute of it. Now that he was inside, it didn't hurt as much, and I liked the mix of pain and pleasure. The unpredictability of the pain added to the excitement, and it made the pleasure more intense.
Logan gave a thirty-second warning. Cory had been edging up to the last minute, and now he shot his load inside me, grinning down at me all the time. Pulling out, he stood up, smiling with satisfaction.
"That's the finest piece of ass I ever had, boys. Logan's right - if nothin' else, the city boy is good for a hot fuck."
I sat on the floor recovering and thinking. A slow burn that had started at the swimming hole was building inside me. I was trying to sort it out in my mind. It wasn't the poker game itself - I was okay with that - but something was pissing me off. I put on my cap and resumed my place at the table.
I was having a losing streak and was beginning to wonder if the guys were stacking the deck. Andy won the next chance at me, and of course he took it. He fucked me doggy style, bent over the arm of a sofa. Holding me down with one hand between my shoulders, he pretended he was riding a bull. The others cheered like they were at a rodeo. He was having so much fun with his cowboy act, he almost forgot to cum.
He had the same message as Cory. "Yeah, Toby, Logan had it right for sure. Yer the hottest fuck in the county."
The losing streak continued, and the rest of the guys were all doing their best to give Austin a chance at me. When they had me officially naked again, I'm sure they deliberately drew cards for weak hands so he could win.
Austin stood up and stripped, grinning wickedly. "Brace yerself against the kitchen counter, Toby. I'm gonna fuck ya from behind." He stood in back of me and slid his pole inside.
Fucking me with slow deep strokes, Austin pleasured himself as cum from Cory and Andy ran down my legs. Besides gratifying himself, he stroked my boner, bringing me to the edge along with him. As I shot my load against the kitchen cupboards, Austin blasted his load inside me. I thought he would never stop cumming.
Austin pulled out, leaving me leaning against the counter catching my breath, as three guys' cum dripped out of me onto the floor and merged with mine. I grabbed my bath towel, cleaned myself up as much as possible, and then put it on my chair to sit on.
Austin was as satisfied as the rest had been. "Jesus, Logan, ya found a hot one for sure. Toby's gonna be a real asset to this group."
We played for a while longer, and now the rest of them helped me disrobe Cory. I came close to screwing him, but the time was up before I got the chance.
As each of them took his turn inside me, I'd become more and more angry, and now I understood why. It had nothing to do with what they were doing to me - that was part of the game. If I hadn't been there, they would have been fucking each other, and if I'd won the chance, I would have fucked one of them and enjoyed every minute of it. No, I was angry because of the message Logan had given them that Toby was nothing more than the hot fuck he'd scored on first and was happy to share. I had no other value to Logan. Even eighth-grade Rusty, after only an hour with me, had a better appreciation of me than Logan did or wanted to have.
As they left, the guys all grinned, slapped me on the back, and shook my hand. I was now part of the ranch boy club. They were a fun group, and I was pleased I'd passed the test, but the anger was about to boil over.
"I'm gonna take a shower." I needed to wash off all the cum, inside and out, and think for a few minutes more.
Coming out of the shower, I went to my room. After dressing, I got my bag out of the closet and put all my clothing into it. I left my John Deere cap on the dresser. I didn't want it any more. I stepped out into the living area. Logan was cleaning up.
"Come on out and help me, fuck-buddy Toby. We gotta get ready for work tomorrow." He looked up from what he was doing. "Toby, where are ya goin'?"
"I'm going home, and that shouldn't come as a complete surprise. I didn't mind the poker game and being fucked by your friends, and I'm happy to be one of the ranch boys now, but you and I are finished. I've learned a lot today. To start with, I've learned that you've spent a week and a half telling everyone what a hot fuck I am. Even Rusty had heard about it."
"I'm not surprised that you bragged about being first inside me too, since that's so important to you. That's all your friends know about me because that's all I am to you - cherry-boy, hot-kid, hard-body, porn-star, hot-fuck Toby. Well I'm more than that. I'm a lot more than that, and since you can't figure that out, I'm gonna find someone who can."
I walked out the door and shut it firmly behind me. Logan followed.
"Toby, Toby, please don't go! Come back here and talk to me. We can work this out."
He grabbed me by the arm, and I forcefully pulled away. Not saying a word, I walked towards the road, listening to Logan's voice fading in the distance.
"No! No! Toby, please don't go! Please, please..."
Hot tears burned my eyes and blurred my vision as I walked down the road in the near-darkness. A car swerved around me, honking its horn, barely missing me. I hardly noticed. I was numb. I didn't care about anything.
At home, I quietly let myself in through the basement door, glad I didn't have to go upstairs where Mom and Dad were watching TV. Silently, I went to my room and closed the door. Tossing my bag in the corner, I sat on my bed and took several deep breaths, trying to calm down. It wasn't working.
I thought about the last two weeks. My first time with Logan. The driving lessons. The teamwork moving pipe. The fun and laughter. Sex in the meadow by the creek. Fixing fence. All of those shared experiences meant so much to me, but they meant nothing to him. I was just a ranch-hand slut. Mom was right. Bad boys were nothing but trouble. I was angry with Logan and disgusted with myself.
My phone beeped. It was a text from Logan. I turned off the phone and tossed it into a drawer. I no longer had use for it. Crawling into bed, I turned my face to the wall and cried myself to sleep.
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