Date: Thu, 3 Nov 2016 13:08:12 +0000 From: TCHASE MCPHEE Subject: ?JoLLy RaNCHeRs? 25 % This work of fiction is set in the format of real-world situations. Identifying details to real people, alive or dead, is entirely coincidental in nature. % States and countries have various rules regarding reading or viewing `adult material'. It is up to you, the reader, to research this subject, abiding by laws and conscience. The pages of this story contain `adult material', intended for an `adult audience.' Bypass this warning at your own risk! % If sexual scenes involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then why are you here? Seriously, if dude-to-dude sex stuff makes you wanna barf or is gonna screw up your mind, you should not read this story. % Sexual safety matters. Guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection and I don't mean going out and hiring a security guard...unless he gives your nuts and bolt a jolt! 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"Yeah, nice to see you too," Evan turns around to face Rusty. A bit overwhelmed, Rusty hadn't realized they were `that close', getting gobbled up in Evan's arms, "I really meant, you too?" Michael's `ahem', make them separate, "well, are you going to introduce us, or get a room?" Evan thought Michael, not only bulked up, rather `chesty', "hi. I'm Evan." While Michael and Evan connect, it stifles Rusty into thinking, "who's William?" Hanging with Josh and Jeremy, they too became involved in conversation and Michael and Evan. "Hey, I don't think we've properly met?" `No', but Rusty was surely wanting to meet the `Chris Hemsworth' look alike, more Dutch than any other foreign family trait showing; looking to be over 6-foot tall, blond, `built-like-Thor', "uh, I don't think we have?" "William Hand, the 3rd. Your father has said much about you." It was the first time any of the ranch hands had mentioned Marco, regarding being his `father'. However, it was second thought to grasping his hand, looking into those ice blue eyes, "my father, eh?" "Right." William unlatches his hand, "he thinks very highly of everything you are planning to do with the ranch?" `Hmm,' Rusty thought, not sure what all that means. For certain, other than having a proper habitat developed for Hoot and himself, and Michael now, he had no inkling of ranch planning, on paper. Though, he went with it, "oh yeah, I've some big ideas," and leaving it vague, "but not sure how you'll fit in...yet." Certainly, the drive was there, giving William the once over with perfect 20-20 vision. For one thing, Rusty wanted to run his hands over `Thor', feeling up the almost transparent coating of blond hair fibers, which now lit up with lighting of the wooden pyre. He could've developed more, with his loins tingling over such a thought, except Michael stepping into his space, "my, oh my, have you been working out, Will?" "Not anymore than you have, Mikey!" "You know each other?" Rusty didn't know what else to say, even though it was apparent, Michael and `Chris Hemsworth', in a bear hug. Apparently, Evan had gotten the dirt on the two already, "Will knew Michael when he worked in Seattle." Then, acting silly, Rusty says, "how could I not guess?" More than half the people he's come to know, were from Seattle, almost all of them knowing Michael! "Yeah, we were in college together, worked out at the same gym," Michael says, arm over Will's shoulder, like pals. "Right," Will agrees, "we met there one day and then decided to work out together." "Oh really?" Rusty says, in an untrusting manner. In order to set the balance straight, Michael says, "we didn't get these bulging biceps," he flexes both arms in L-positioning, "not working out?!" Having already gotten the heads up from Evan, on the state of Rusty's love life, Will says, "don't worry. There wasn't anything going on, but spotting for each other." Except for the other occasional making out in the locker room shower, after hours, there really wasn't any other sexual contact. Will didn't think rubbing crotches together, or massaging Michael's asscrack with his tube, as `sex'. Sexual maybe, but without the penetration, it didn't float as anything other than mere shower-play. On the other hand, for Michael, innocently portraying something else, while doing pushups over Will's ass, it was just fake jock stuff! "Thanks for sharing," Rusty was cool about it. Though, it lingered in his mind, something Michael hadn't `told him yet!' "They're about to light the fire," Will alerts them all. Then, Rusty was confident Michael and Will `friends' and not lovers. Evan comes over and seizing `control' of the situation, replaces Michael's arm with his, "uh, excuse me there, Mikey?" Rusty-Josh-Michael-Jeremy, instead of coupled up, sat four in a row, as friends. Will and Evan remained as the only segregated part of the half dozen, sitting on one log. To Rusty's right sat Evan, who clues him in, "by the way, Hoot is getting expert care. Will is a horse-handler, you know?" He couldn't let a moment flee, Rusty saying, "oh, and I guess he's getting a lot of experience, riding bronco?" "Ha-ha," Evan is purposely unhumored. "Truthfully, we've already been through the `breaking-in' period and Will, he's tops in his expertise on the subject!" "I see and the `kinky side' of `Evan Parker'?" "Oh. That. He's okay with a little `fun' on the side!" Much as Rusty lusted to here more, the climbing flames of the squared-off logs distracted his thought. What began as wanting to get to know each other better, Josh chooses to become more intimate, "uh, excuse me there, Mikey?" Whether it was on purpose, or pure coincidence, when Josh passes in front of him, Michael developed a sense of wanting to reach out and lick. Though, nothing like licking a bare butt, as opposed to clothed in pants. A `wake up call,' sliding hit butt to the right, "owch! That hurt!" After the slide, which felt like picking up some splinters in his ass, Rusty says, "which feels better, Michael, the log or me?" "Depends on how you look at it; one is on the outside and the other in between!" "You got a point there." Michael didn't need to answer the question. He knew for himself, well as Rusty having his own favorable opinion. All it took was one of Michael's bulked out arms, wrapping Rusty up into a bundle, to change the direction of the conversation, "isn't this romantic?" With the darkness, the light of the fire flickered off sweaty, shirtless bods, except those who chose to cover up. A warm evening, given it's humid status by the sun bearing down on the environment, a cool shower had been replaced by a dip in the lake. So, the bonfire was the perfect ending for a hot, sweaty work day. Following Michael's verbal feelings, Rusty responds with hugging and about to kiss Michael on the cheek, some guy had to give a shout-out, "hey, Mikey, how about one of your gory ghost stories?" It was one of his Seattle buddies, `Stony Wagner'. As if caught doing something naughty, Michael jumps up, "sure. Why not?" To himself, Rusty, who was just about to get serious, thinks, `sure. Why not?' He wasn't angry or anything, kind of humorous over the whole thing. Almost having Michael in his grips, he was left holding `nothing!' Ned and Jed, whom had just set foot on the ranch property today, apparently hadn't been strangers with Michael. A `bear' couple, it was obvious they were a `tight' couple. One of them, Rusty still couldn't figure if it were Ned or Jed, yells over the crackling fire, "yeah and make it one of your gory ones, Mikey!" Michael looks around, like searching for something, another one of his buds saying, "don't worry, Mikey, the kiddies aren't here, to corrupt their morals!" They all shared the same thoughts as Michael's wise college professor, Travis Mansfield. More than words of wisdom, Rusty took notice or whom the 60-year old was `with'. It's then he remembers, his father saying something about his college professor. With expectations of Cleg's Ranch Resort reopening late spring of next year, as a fully operational resort, all hinged on the state environmentalist's report. It was only now that Rusty was getting it through his thick skull, putting two and two, Travis and...and...and...and there he was, stumped! Having met so many, over so short a period of time, Rusty tried to remember who the environmental dude was. About to turn to Michael for answers, well right now it didn't matter. In the long run, there would be plenty of time to get to know people. Michael didn't want to stand there all evening entertaining, so made up a quickie, basing his tall tale of gore on the `Hansel & Gretel' fairy tall, substituting `Grant', making the `boys' fall at the mercy of a crazed sex-maniac. He let the story go round the campfire. Of his choosing, it got Michael sitting on his log with Rusty, passing the story off, dudes standing and carrying the tale, choosing their own adventure. "Michael?" Rusty once again claims a hold on his boyfriend. "Yes, darling," Michael replies, wanting to try something different out. To his liking, Rusty says, "I like that, but what I wanted to know, who's the dude next to your friend, Travis?" It made Michael smile, in a prideful repose say, "that was my idea, actually. Y'see, your father...or are you more comfortable with `Marco'?" "I'd be more comfortable if you cured my curiosity?" "Oh! Okay, well, that's Enrique Quintano. Isn't he delicious looking?" "Well," it had already occurred to Rusty, "yes, but what's his function?" Michael smiles a toothy grin, the firelight illuminating teeth, "you really want to know?" "I meant," Rusty punches Michael's bicep, which he knew wouldn't cause any bruises, "what's his function in the whole scheme of things at the ranch?" "Oh. That. Well, when Marco came up with making sure the report going back to the EPA came out squeaky clean, I suggested having my old college prof showing him around." With a short history of Dr. Mansfield, Rusty knows he's a scientist, among other things, "you couldn't think of someone Enrique's age?" "Well, I didn't really pick Travis. Travis picked him." Michael goes on to say, in a cunning manner, "all I did was put a bug in your father's ear. Y'see, even though our environmentalist is in his late 20's, he loves the `daddy' type!" "I'm proud of you Michael." "Really?" "Yep, for watching out for your friend and `the ranch.'" "Well, I'd go after Travis myself, except I'm into more younger men... hee-hee-hee!" Michael smiles, which has Rusty saying, "good thing I'm much, much younger!" A year apart, not which age mattered really to Michael, Rusty being only a year younger, it was just another affectionate way of treating the subject of `in love!' Getting it, Michael says with an affectionate smile, caressing arms, "right...much, much younger." Rusty smiles, Michael's hands planing over his arm, across his chest, sliding down, "you couldn't take my word for it?" "I could," Michael replies, hand still busy, "only `actions speak louder than words'?" However, the past was the past and being a curious, `younger' half of this romantic relationship, Rusty questions, "but, wasn't Jackson, much, much older than you, Michael?" Smirking, one brow raised, Michael knew every little detail had to be spat-out, or else there would be this `forever' interrogation. Little facts had a way of doing that and for certain, not which Michael suspected this could ever happen, the love of his life ever getting jealous over a history of former boyfriends, "it gets complicated. Can we talk about this later?" Part of the reason Michael wanted to put it off, a lot had to do with steamy details, the beginning of what seemed to be a budding relationship. Even though Jackson Malone was the son of his father's friend, and the two carried on with these `back room' sexual encounters, Michael always sought to keep them secret. If he ever boasted about them, he always referred to Jackson as `some guy.' It uncomplicated matters, never having to divulge secrets, which later could keep making rumored gossip fall back on Jackson's ears. For now, they huddled at the campfire, forgetting about the past, working on the future. It did linger in Michael's mind, for awhile, thinking the one time Jackson wanted to know how it felt to `bottom'. Only a year ago, Jackson needed a place to crash, after getting drunk at a party. Not the first time Jacks had shown up at Michael's dorm, rather than the house he shared with 5 other guys. Some of his roomies had girlfriends, which made it awkward to bring a guy `home.' Getting it on, with giggling girls sounding through the walls, it put a damper on a hot, guy-to-guy encounter. At the time, Michael would admit, being jealous of any other guy who even `looked' at Jacks. Such was the case with the security guard at the door, a suave, thirty-something Italian stallion! Regardless, it was easy to sway Jacks when he was drunk and usually Michael could have him stripped down in no time, lying on the bed and at his own pace, tongue from pits to pubes. This one time, Michael couldn't remember what ticked Jacks off, but he felt like he `owed the world.' Michael and Jacks laughed it off later, how much of a woosie Jacks was, wanting to surrender his bod to becoming a lowly bottom. It was the first time Michael ever experienced anything kinky, Jacks wanting to be tied to the bed, eagle-spread, using neckties. Then, it was no different than other times, Michael enjoying lapping at Jacks' pits, working his way around to the tight buttons on his chest, zipping down the middle to his `outie', then tonguing a gourmet meal, all firmed up to his liking! Routine, this is why Michael was flabbergasted, Jacks suddenly turning the tables on him, "fuck me." Said so nonchalantly, in a relaxed manner, Michael sat up, "what was that, Jacks?" Apparently, something or someone had really gotten Jacks riled up. It wasn't like him not to hold his liquor and go off the deep end. For certain, if Michael had dropped his cell call and headed down to the front door of the dorm, Jacks would have gotten it on with the door guard. Lucky for him, having the intuition that Jacks dropped by, it rewarded Michael, with a big load for the night. However, the unusual situation, Michael was not ready for, "fuck me, Mikey...and make it hard. Don't ask me to explain. I just need it?" Michael had the feeling, he would find out later, but he knows the thing, when guys get overly-motivated, they need to let loose or the moment's lost. "If you say so," Michael says. Not really a `fucker', more a `sucker', he moved at a turtle's pace, untying the 2 neckties around Jacks' ankles. Unsure about this, "uh, I'm a little out of practice...how do you want this?" "Fuckin' hard." That was enough of an explanation, but not what Michael meant. Rightfully, Michael never had the urge to `fuck', but when he had a couple of meetups, he had forgotten to enunciate he was `bottom.' Sometimes a dude was a good sport, 6-9ing each other and swallowing each others' loads. Having only fucked 2 guys in his whole life, something Michael knew right off the bat, he knew the position he preferred, grinding their shafts into the bed, while he pounded away. With Jacks though, to untie his wrists, flip him over and then plow right in, it was too much trouble. So, Michael just doubled Jacks over and dove in. He had to admit, it was different than the others, which made Michael think, it did matter if he knew the dude, or not. Michael show reluctance, moving the tip of his shaft close to Jacks' hairy ass, then withdrawing. Regardless of his hesitation, the sex drive became the driving force and Michael was `in'! Afterwards, pulling out and creaming Jacks' pubes, shooting his load so it coated his balls, Michael said it was kind of `fun.' Right now though, Michael was saving that little chapter of his life for later, half-paying attention to some guy's ghost story. It was enough of a turn on, the two ghosts gay lovers. It was scary for awhile, until a debate surfaced, dudes wondering, if a guy were a ghost, and swallowed a load, could you see inside a guy's stomach? Rusty thought it was funny too! When they walked back to their sleeping quarters, it gave way to thought, Rusty saying, "I wonder how full an x-ray'd dude's stomach would look after gulping down 8 guy's loads of cum?" "Probably a beer tanker full!" Sometimes, Michael's comments became food for thought and Rusty, thinking there's more to it, "and you would know?" Clamming up, Michael says in a worried tone, "um...uh...I dunno...maybe?" That's one thing Rusty had found out, most likely Michael could never lie about anything, without showing it. Though, he was so cute about it, being sneaky. "Maybe?" Rusty questions, as they walking through the dark forest, illuminated by the flashlight in his hand. On the other hand, Michael knew, if his lover wanted to know details and he put it off...well, the sex wasn't as good! "Okay, so us guys got rowdy one night." "What guys?" Rusty interrogates, stepping out of his shorts. Not wanting to `point the finger', especially when those involved lived on the ranch at the moment, "my construction buddies?" Michael didn't name names. Rusty knew, which knowing faces and more, names didn't matter, "uh-huh, what else?" More than wanting to stand around and tell stories, Michael made it quick, "you know how horny frat guys can be?" "Not really, but guys in general? Yeah. So?" "Well," Michael does deviate off course, "I guess a dude doesn't have to be in college to..." "Michael?" One perk of being the head honcho, of tent-living, Rusty's dad made sure he had the `best of the best' when it came to lodgings. They actually had a `bed', whereas two guys can comfortably have some rowdy sex and not bust down the legs of the furniture! "What?" Standing there, the two stripped down, Michael says, "oh! You want to know about the beer mug full of..." Climbing into bed, it did bring a kind of `lust' into the story, sweaty bods slip-sliding together, especially the part about 8 frat dudes loaded shafts over the lip of the mug. It didn't even get filled halfway, but the creamy substance did make it look fuller. More of a game of dare, each took a sip, until the mug was empty. "Yeah," Michael confesses, "I did kind of make a pig of myself!" Rusty could gather, "Must've been some party?" "Yeah," Michael says, a grin on his face. "What?" "Not that I don't value my buddies, but instead of sipping, I gulped!" Rusty stood there, mulling over his lover's words, "hmm." "I was being selfish, huh?" "Very," Rusty says, his ordinary face giving way to a smile. As it's happened before, which will most likely continue in the future, Michael looked so damn cute.. "Say something!" "Well, I was just thinking," Rusty chose his words, slowly, tempting, "about how long it'll take you to get in the gulping mood?" Putting Rusty in a bear hug, Michael caresses, "like, what's your rush?" Feeling cozy, safe, secure, Rusty replies, "second thought, I guess we've got plenty of time!" % Copyright 2016 T. Chase McPhee "JoLLy RaNCHeRs" and developing segments of this story, may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.