VISITING UNCLE'S RANCH
Nearly at the ranch, excited about being away from the city and looking forward to the horses, Russ voiced his apprehension.
"You sure he's not gonna mind, Craig? I mean, you didn't call or anything. Won't he be pissed?"
"Naw, Uncle Franz loves it when I bring young guys out for a weekend. All you gotta do is let him blow ya once a day."
"WHAT?!!"
"Blowjob, dummy. You whip it out and he sucks your weewee til you come in his mouth. Simple. You've had guys blow you before, haven't you?"
"Certainly not! I'm not...queer!"
"Hey, me either. So what? Uncle Franz doesn't mind. He just enjoys sucking young stud prick. Used to suck me all the time. Still does, once in a while. But he likes it when I bring him new stuff. How big's your cock?"
"Forget it! I ain't gonna let him touch me. And you're sounding like you're his pimp or something."
"Hey, it's just a little payback for a great weekend, that's all. None of the other guys minded. Hell, they keep asking to come back! Listen, Uncle Franz is a cocksucker, and all guys like blowjobs, right? So what's the big deal? All he does is blow ya and jerk himself off. And you oughta see the big prick he's got!" Patting his friend on the knee to comfort him, Craig chuckled, "But don't worry, you don't hafta touch it. It's just kinda neat to look at."
After arriving, Craig found the house empty. They stepped back outside on the porch, looking around. "Wonder where the heck he is."
"Well, he isn't exactly expecting us," Russ reminded him, gruffly. Then Craig snapped his fingers. "Let's check out the bunkhouse."
Russ followed his friend, looking around, as they strolled down the path and around the corner to the bunkhouse. He was excited about being on a real-life horse ranch. He nearly tripped when he fell against a suddenly-stopping Craig.
"Sssh!" Craig hissed, peeking into a dirty window. "Get a load of this!" Without turning his head, he waved the boy closer. Together, they stared into the bunkhouse with their mouths hanging open!
A cowboy, wearing only his hat and boots, was kneeling on a bunk. Behind him was a similarly naked Uncle Franz slamming a huge cock in and out of the cowboy's butthole! And the younger man sure seemed to be loving it.
"Gawd, you didn't tell me about this!" Russ gasped.
"Hell, I didn't know about it myself. Whew! They're really going at it, hunh? I always figured he was probably sucking some of his hands off, but he never mentioned this!"
"How can a guy take that? It's like a big pole! Even my finger hurts a little."
Craig looked at him with a smirk, making him blush.
"Well...the one t-time I tried it, that is," he stammered.
"Heh, if you say so." They turned back to the scene, pressing their noses against the pane. They watched Uncle Franz grab hold of the bunk above and maneuver his boots onto the bed, straddling the fella's hips. Then he began to plow him in that position--his hunky ass hanging out as he rode the cowboy like he was riding a bucking bronc.
Russ finally broke the silence, whispering against the glass. "He sure ain't gonna do that to me!"
"Me either," Craig agreed. "But a blowjob is looking a lot better to you, isn't it?"
"N-no, what made you think that?" He turned his face to see Craig grinning and looking down at his crotch.
"That big boner in your pants, buddy!" he chuckled.
"Aw, hell. It's just...hey, you got one too!" he pointed.
"Damn right. I've been practically fucking this wall... rubbing my dick up and down. Isn't this exciting?"
"Sort of, I guess," Russ shrugged, looking back in. It was just in time to see them disengage. The cowboy was turning over onto his back and lifting his legs up. He stopped, giving Franz a lusty look as he stood there with his incredibly long cock sticking out moist and wet. He lowered his legs again, sitting up. Licking his lips, he bent down to take the sticky meat into his mouth. Franz patted his head as the stud blew him, licking and slurping on his own assjuices.
"I don't believe he's doing that!" Russ gasped. "Nobody would do that willingly, would they?"
"I sure wouldn't have thought so. Maybe ranch life is different these days. He even acts like he enjoys the taste."
"Yeah...of his own butthole!" Russ scowled.
"More than that, I think," Craig sniggered. "You saw how far that thing was stuck up his ass. There's gotta be, uh, some junk on it."
Hopping back, the cowboy threw his legs up and rested them on the boards under the top bunk--lewdly pulling his ass open and exposing his gaping asshole...making it twitch open and closed.
Uncle Franz crouched down and aimed his prick at the sloppy hole--driving it all the way up and making the guy scream. It was the first sounds that penetrated the walls, and sent shivers of terror up their spines! But when they saw the stud reach down and grab Franz on the buttocks to pull him closer, they realized it was a scream of ecstasy.
"Incredible! Guy's got a telephone pole up his ass and he's begging for more."
"Come on, let's go back to the house," Craig pulled him away.
"Hey! Aren't we gonna watch?" Russ tried not to sound disappointed.
"You wanna pull your dick out and jack off right here? I didn't think so. If I stand here much longer I'm gonna come in my pants."
"Oh," Russ muttered, understanding, and followed him. "But...why didn't you just do it?"
"Hey, I ain't gonna jack off with some guy watching me unless he's jacking off too." Craig pushed his boner down, bending his legs to get it resettled so it would go soft. When he straightened up, he saw that Russ had been staring at it.
Russ's face flushed. He quickly looked away, wondering if big dicks ran in their family or something.
Russ sat nervously, waiting in the living room. Again, he pushed down on his crotch. The damned thing wouldn't go down! He kept going over the perverted sex scene they'd just witnessed.
Craig startled him, handing him a Pepsi. "Still on the rail, hunh?"
"Umm...yeah, kinda. Maybe I...uh, where's the bathroom?"
"Down the hall. But don't go if you're planning to jerk your meat."
"W-why, are we gonna do it?" Russ asked, half terrified and half hopeful. He looked at Craig expectantly, looking very vulnerable.
"No. I figure maybe it's a good thing...you bein' so horny and all. That way you won't mind so much when Uncle Franz suggests you drop your pants. You'll be ready to shove it into anybody's mouth!" he laughed.
"W-what if he suggests something else?" he gasped.
"He won't. He might even want to save sucking you for later. He's getting his rocks off right now, remember?"
"I hope so. That thing really scares me, Craig! I mean REALLY!"
"Aw, he's a pussy cat, Russ. Honest." He couldn't help adding with a twinkle, "Except maybe when he's plowing some cowboy's ass!"
"Well, sounds like a conversation I might be interested in!" The big man strolled into the room, looking Russ over appreciatively. "And who do you know that likes to plow cowboys' asses, nephew?" He sat on the couch next to Russ, smiling. "And what are you doing here, and who's your handsome friend here?"
"You, Uncle Franz. We went looking for you. Need I say more?"
The man's mouth fell open in surprise, then he started to laugh uproariously.
"Damn! Caught in the act, hunh? Shucks, wish I'd known I was being spied on. I woulda pulled my pecker out and come all over his face instead of shooting that big load up his ass!" He turned to look at Russ again, trying to gauge the boy's reac- tion. He reached over and patted his knee, making the boy jump. "Say, that musta been quite a thing to see, hunh, youngster? Relax. You look like I'm gonna hogtie you to the bed and break you like a wild stallion. That cowpoke out there's got a real hungry butt. If I don't drill him regular, it's useless trying to get any work out of him...or anybody else. He'll keep the other hands from their duty until he's satisfied. Thing is, it takes four of them to do what my cock can do in 15 minutes," he chuckled, holding out his hand to the boy. "Name's Franz."
Russ stared at the offered hand for a brief second before taking it. He wondered if the smell of sex was on it. "R-Russ, sir."
"Call me Franz...or just Unc," he waved his hand, turning his gaze to Craig, questioningly.
"Guess we shouldn't have sprung this on you, hunh?" Craig smiled.
"Well, always good to see you...and your friends...but it might have been a little easier on your buddy's nerves. You, uh, did explain things to him, didn't you?"
"Sure...of course, Unc. He knows you're gonna blow him."
"Yeah!" Russ cried, practically snarling at Craig. "He told me about half a mile away from here!"
"Aha! Sneaky, nephew. Very sneaky. I think you did that once before to a fellow. As I recall, you later admitted roping him into it because you were afraid he'd say no. And you wanted to see his cock hard cause it always hung down so far in the showers."
"Uh..." Craig blushed furiously, quickly glancing at Russ. "Yeah, okay, so I was curious. I just wanted to see if he was as big a stud as he always bragged about."
"You found out, didn't you. Fella not only didn't mind, he rammed that huge thing down my throat twice a day. My gums hurt for a week!"
"You knew I'd say no, didn't you, Craig?" Russ asked. Craig nodded and shrugged innocently. "How come? You know I don't have a big one. I mean...well...you only saw it in the showers and it always shrinks up."
"Maybe best not to press him on that, fella," Franz said softly. "My handsome nephew loves blowjobs, and he likes to watch me suck on his friends, but he'll never admit he'd like to try it himself. Leastways, not til he's ready."
"Aw, you been givin' me that crap all my life, Unc. Just cause I let ya do me and my buddies. You know I just enjoy the ranch and bringing a few friends out for some fun. Uh, I mean ...you know. Ridin' the range!"
Franz winked at Russ. "Right. Of course. But how come all your young friends are knockouts? Mostly with bigger than usual dicks. And this lovely lad has got to be the prettiest one of them all!"
"Can we change the subject? When did you start banging the help?"
"Son, I've been porking studs since I was your age. You think a guy with a dick like mine can walk around very long without certain fellas starting to drool? I learned real early how the gals backed away while the itchy-butted cowboys sorta snuggled up, wantin' to get to know me better...a lot better! Shucks. You oughta see me with my tail in the air some time!" he laughed. "Had me a lot of cowboy meat up there over the years. Couple of your buddies went both ways, too. But they made me promise not to tell."
"What? Gosh, who?"
"You nuts? I promised not to tell."
"Yeah, but now I know about it. Come on, give."
"Nope. Maybe if I see a cock in your mouth sometime, then we'll both know exactly where you stand. Til then, you're just another straight stud that digs a knobjob...no matter all the times I've done it."
Again, Craig wanted to change the subject. "Uh, Russ had a big boner from watching. He's still worked up. You gonna do him now?"
"So did you!" Russ blurted out...then realized it would hardly come as any surprise to the man. "B-besides, you already shot your, uh, wad, didn't you? I don't mind w-waiting."
"Heck, unless you're planning on blowing my prick, that don't much matter. I could suck off a dozen like you after my cock fell asleep!"
"Yeck! That reminds me," Craig blurted. "That fellow sucked your dick after you dragged it outta his asshole. Is he a sicko or what?"
Franz chuckled. "Naw. Fella spends so much time smellin' horsehit and cow dung all the time...not to mention bein' so horny coming off the range...they can't wait and end up stripping and rolling around all over each other."
Franz grinned devilishly, loving the shock value.
"Ever sniffed a cowboy after a hard day? Can't much get fussy when your prick springs up more often than a stud takes a bath on Saturday night, right? Yep, I can tell you I've licked quite a few stinky dicks around here. Knew better than to ask where it might have been recently...if you catch my drift. Complain too much, and you end up flogging your own meat!"
"Oh," Craig said flatly, as if that explained it.
Russ was still repulsed at the thought, even though his cock was strangely betraying him. Maybe if he stopped pressing on it!
Franz reached over and lifted Russ's hand up.
"Hmmm. What you say is true. Steamed up, boy? Lemme take care of that for you. No sense jerking off behind the old barn, right? Stand up here between my legs and let me slip those tight jeans down your slim, sweet body. Uncle Franz can take care of that hot prick in a jiffy!"
Russ allowed the man to coax him up by the arm. His cock was gonna burst in his pants soon, so he figured it'd be alright. As he stood, he saw Craig's eyes light up, and saw his buddy rub his crotch excitedly. Surprisingly, that helped him relax somewhat and he obediently let the man turn him around and pull him between his legs. He stood there, staring at the wall ahead, gulping--wishing his mouth wasn't so dry. He let out a little squeaky moan as he felt the man's hands caressing the front of his pants!
"Just relax, boy," Franz cooed. "I know just how to treat a boy's cock. You're gonna love this." He pushed his face into the material and breathed hot air into his sweating pubes. It felt cool--real cool!
Then the pants came down, and Russ stood there half-naked. His cock was now in the man's mouth! Hearing something clang on the floor, Russ looked over his shoulder to see Craig sitting there with his pants around his ankles--a big boner sticking up in his lap--being furiously fisted! Before Craig noticed he was staring, Russ could have sworn he'd been looking at his naked butt and getting all excited about it!
He couldn't worry about that now--he had a blowjob to enjoy! The man's talented mouth sure made that easy. He was rapidly plunging his mouth back and forth--deep-throating it every stroke. The boy was just astounded that someone could do that. He watched Franz torridly gobble his prick and one word came to mind...COCKSUCKER! COCKSUCKER SUPREME! And he meant it complimentary. In fact, he almost giggled that the word suddenly no longer seemed derogatory, but instead, a title of honor. Well, maybe not honor--but the man definitely earned the title!
Russ closed his eyes and looked up, swiveling his neck side to side--unable to remember why he'd always resisted such pleasure. All the times he'd turned down those guys at school ...three different fags that keep making suggestions. Wait'll one of 'em asks next time!
He was lost in those thoughts, tingling from the two sensations. Two? Yeah. Franz had reached around and been knead- ing his butt cheeks. The sound of Craig ripping his pants off from around his shoes made Russ suspicious. Besides fondling his ass, the man had his bottom all spread open and was tweaking his asshole lightly with a fingertip. Sure it felt good, but...
He glanced over his shoulder again. Sure enough, while Craig still pounded his meat he was definitely looking at his asshole! A horny guy with a big slicked-up prick jerking off behind you and staring at your virginal bung could understand- ably make a straight stud a wee bit apprehensive. But when Craig's eyes flicked upward, Russ quickly dismissed his nervousness, seeing the guy give him an aw-shucks silly grin.
"Don't even think about it, chump," Russ sing-songed, then jokingly added, "unless you're thinking about licking it!" He glared at him then winked. But instead of his usual snappy comeback, Craig's face was beet red...as if from guilt!
Franz wanted it to last a while, and it was a good opportunity to stop sucking with such intensity. He slurped off the tasty knob and used his face to flop the dick up against the boy's belly. Before licking his way down the shaft to suck the boy's hefty balls, he smooched his lips over the big vein and spoke from the side of his mouth.
"I'd take him up on it, Craig. If that little pink stinker tastes as good as it feels, how could anyone resist it? I'm sure Russ won't hold it against you. Unless you ask him to, that is!" He chuckled, then bent his head and looked back at him. "Come on, nephew. Help me take care of this young stud! You've pussy hopped around long enough. You're a male Burkholder, and all the Burkholder men in our family are sex pigs. Time you faced up to it, kid. Look at that huge boner you got? You think it's just from sitting there playing with yourself so shamelessly? You really think this pretty bottom had nothing to do with it?"
"Uncle Franz...." he protested.
"Come on down here. You lick his ass while I suck his balls."
"I am NOT gonna do...that!" Craig insisted, whining like a kid.
Russ tried not to smile at his friend's wishy-washy insistence, hardly stifling it when Franz looked up at him.
"Tell him it's alright to lick your sweet asshole."
"Heh!" He looked back. "It's okay...if you wanna." He felt himself begin to flush at what it meant, but just then Franz sucked a nut into his mouth. Seeing the grown man between his legs lewdly licking his sweaty balls, gave his dick a rush! "AAAH!" He glanced back once more, rudely arching his back. "Do it for me, pal. Do it. Lick my asshole for me, please. I swear I won't tell a soul!"
"I...I just can't do that!" Craig practically apologized-- his slight hesitation a dead giveaway.
"Beginners often need some im-moral encouragement," Franz sighed. "You lay right here on the couch, sport. Lift your legs and stick your perky tail out." He adjusted the kid's hips, then crooked his finger at his nephew. "The Burkholders are gonna trade off tonguing your asscrack and licking your balls."
Craig's mouth fell open, but he awkwardly slid to his knees. Prematurely, at that. Now he had to klomp over to where they were, dragging his pants. Franz patiently grinned, wrapping an arm around his shoulders when he'd finished agonizing over the long trek.
"You sure got good taste, kid. Just take a good look at that creamy shithole. We'll pull his cock and balls down and lick them too. We're gonna have a great time! Just too bad you missed out on all those other horny youngsters. But," he placed Craig's hand on Russ' buttock, "this luscious boystud is the hottest package of prime meat yet. You ready?"
He nodded. "S-sorry, Russ. Guess it's in the genes. I AM a sex pig!" He groaned lustily and jammed his nose up his friend's ass!
"Oh yeah!" Franz chuckled. "There's the proof right there. Follows his nose straight to the good spot like every true SEX PIG...wants to sniff it more than anything! Whiff away, sport. I'll go back to washing this big bag of balls. But save some for me before you start licking."
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