Date: Thu, 21 Apr 2016 14:50:20 +0000 From: TCHASE MCPHEE Subject: ?JoLLy RaNCHeRs? 08 % This work of fiction is set in the format of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons of habitats, governmental or non-governmental areas, farmhouses, nor barns. % 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. % 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 their own laws and conscience. The pages of this story contain `adult material', intended for an `adult audience.' Bypass this warning at your own risk! % 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. Hey dudes, if you have enjoyed reading NiFTy stories as much as I have over the years, consider adding some $upport for `internet $pace' or else I will have to start cutting handsome, hairy or steamy characters out of my stories. Do you dare imagine a story without any tops? http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html % "JoLLy RaNCHeRs" 08 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee ^ 0 ^ % For whatever reason, Deputy Jack Hatchette could have hauled Brett and Bart, hands cuffed behind their backs, off to jail all on his own. Truth be told, standing there at 6'5, an extreme workout man, the intimidation could put the fear in any man. The two lads he hadn't recognized at first, made them comply, bowing heads and forced into the rear chamber of the patrol car. It made the deputy smile, thinking how, with the old man's passing, there wasn't much clout to pay a lawyer to keep them out of jail. It was a clear cut case, but `Deputy Jack', which he was often referred to, wanted to stick around while the detective assigned to the case, Steve Magnetti, worked his way around to each person present. Deputy Jack had already informed the attorney he cased the crowd, but Steve had the urge to formally know one of the lads he hadn't recognized! >From his observations, Deputy Jack could get an idea of who was who. Manu, he already knew the Valdez-Pau'au-West lineage and with a built in memory, could rattle off each surname and which of the clan fell into that family. Steve remembers Deputy Jack, good with tidbits of information. In middle school he won an award for memorizing the Declaration of Independence! However, he almost had a hardon, wanting to know more intensely, the hippie-looking kid! When it came to one of Steve's interrogations, depending on who it was, could be mistaken for getting to know the perpetrator like he was a love interest! "Let me get this straight. You were away at college, come back and decide the best way to enter your uncle's store is over the back fence?" Deputy Jack and Chris exchange glances, like, `is this guy for real?' Steve knew enough, took a hint, "I guess that's all the questions I have for you now, but don't leave town." The detective moves on, to Rusty. In a whisper, Chris interrogates Deputy Jack, "You don't remember me, do you?" It had been more than the required time away from college for Chris Dallo. At the time, graduating from high school, he was a chunky lad, though not totally gone to waste, around the waist. At college he fell into a group of muscle-heads, composed of dudes from team sports and a few loners, like himself. The personal trainer, whom also doubled as the swim coach had just been elected to the position. Only a few years older than Chris, they had hit it off from the start; workout mates. Soon Chris assumed the duties as co-coach, even though the others were of his own age, older or younger. Thinking on it, Deputy Jack replies, "you do look familiar, fat-boy," he laughs! "You faker!" Chris accuses the cop, slapping the back of his hands against the deputies hard abs. "Assaulting an officer, is it?" "No, if I intended on that, it would be more than a friendly tap on the gut?" The way Chris looked at him, Deputy Jack knew there was a hidden rhyme there, "Don't even think about it!" Chris just smiled, but he was just aching to bowl the skyscraper-sized deputy over the hood of his patrol car and pound him until the vehicle wouldn't turn over no more! An attention-grabber, they both are distracted by Rusty, Neal, Manu, Kira and Detective Magnetti laughing their asses off. Sly, Chris turns his attention back to Deputy Jack. Stalking the way his shirt clung to the worked pecs and taut stomach. When the cop turns his head, the fabric shifts. Chris could swear he made out at least one perky nip. His brain starts churning like a machine, manufacturing some erotic scenes. But Chris stopped, because it wasn't the place to get an unwanted hard-on! "So, where were we?" Jack turns back. Not an idiot, Chris cuts to the chase, "You were just about ready to invite me back to your place tonight, for dinner and more?" One brow lifted, it caught Jack by surprise, "That's strange. I don't remember saying anything about dinner?" Having `invited himself,' Chris takes things to the extreme, "Say, you wouldn't happen to know if my father still maintains `the back room'?" Fortunately for Deputy Jack, there was an aggressive rookie on the force, Sam, short for Samantha, showing up, sticking her nose into his business. She was more than thrilled to haul Brett and Bart out of one patrol car and into another. It wasn't the first time Deputy Jack bent the rules to suit his own needs, "You can tell cappy it was `your' arrest!" Deputy Jack abandoned his post for the next few, or more, hours to spend with Chris, even though he was waiting for Brett and Bart to make mistake, which would result in getting his hands on the two offenders. `I think I handled that well!' he said, walking back over to Chris. Manu, having worked at the sporty trading post only two weeks, in that time has been able to accomplish a new system of inventory, at the owner's request. Though, the `back room,' he opened the door and shut it, leaving it off the spreadsheet. He hadn't admitted it to anyone, it scared the shit out of him, seeing what inventory lined shelves or hung on racks. "`The back room,' eh?" Deputy Jack made it like he was thinking on it, one arm under his pecs, other elbow poised on the table of a hand, tapping his lips with an index finger. It's not like either it was first hand news to either of them. Years ago, when this type of intimate play was forbidden, Chris' dad kept a bicycle lock on the door. Shopping was only for a `certain kind' of customer. It didn't shock Chris, when the lock came off the door permanently, this kind of merchandise not something freaky. Kinky, yes, but nowadays, a customer looking for something particular, like a small, medium or large buttplug, soft leather strap, authentic handcuffs or a leather ensemble which made the dude look like a dog, it could intimidate, but it was more accepting. What Chris, at the time a high school senior, found out, not only gay dudes shopped the special room, but straight guys as well. Regardless, right now Chris knew, if he didn't seize the moment, "if you're into it, we could skip dinner and go right to dessert?" Unknown to Chris, Deputy Jack was a regular at Dallo's and right now he wasn't thinking a pup tent and camp stove, "Why don't we take a look? There might be some things we can both agree on." Walking away, Chris under the wing of Jack's shoulder, says, "It's okay if you want to pick something out I don't agree on?" By this time, Steve had exhausted putting questions to each of the others. Manu had been more of his focus, not with questioning in regards to the facts he pursued. Since he didn't require medical attention at the hospital, Manu did stand, showing off a few stomach bruises. "Okay," Steve says, "you can put your shirt on now, Manu." In a way, Steve was being too obvious and covering up that lovely chest and stomach would throw off suspicion. Kira and Missy, about ready to leave, sensed the detective getting `too friendly' with her brother. Like Ricky, she treated each member of the clan as if a lost lamb, coddling Manu and outspokenly saying, "you take the rest of the day off, Manu. Missy and I will finish your inventory." Anyone else, Steve might have pressed the issue, not finished with his interrogation. However, like most folk knew, `you don't tangle with Kira!' His first `real' job, Manu says, "But Mr. Dallo, he..." Snatching the iPad right out of Manu's possession, Kira says, "If he trusts you, he can trust me... you trust me, don't you?" Quaint smile on his lips, Manu responds, "Of course I do, sis!" Picking up Manu's shirt, she tosses it to him, "Good. Get dressed." Much as they wanted to spend the day together, Rusty and Neal didn't turn down having Manu along to pick out clothing and other gear. Detective Magnetti, headed back to the station, lamenting, `another time.' About ready to shop, they are interrupted by yet another individual, "Rusty, I was told you were here!" It was Maurice. The only reason, Rusty thought, that Maurice would approach him, was business. The attorney wasn't the type, he thought, trading a suit in, to get down and dirty in the mud, nor hiking along a dusty trail. Maurice's fingernails were kept impeccably clean. With Maurice, they were introduced to, "this is my new client, Michel Perri, who has some business with you." Business around a small town, was presented as an informal gathering and not always conducted in a board room. "Hi. I'm Rusty," the two shook hands. "What's up?" A 19-year old business man, Rusty really didn't know the protocol, which is why he was glad Maurice was waiting in the wings. Michel just stood there, certain Maurice would jump in, but found his attorney more interested in trying out a fishing rod. His son's birthday was right around the corner. "Um," he tried to remember everything on the slate, "the reason I'm here," he glances off to Manu, then refocuses on Rusty. "Oh," Rusty notices Michel's shift, "this is Manu and my," at this point he wasn't sure if they were friends or more, "uh, friend, Neal." Neal looked to Rusty, because Manu got a handshake and not him, which made him mouth the words, `Jealous,' followed by a rich smile. "Well, to get down to business," one last glance to the hot man before him, Michel says, "I wanted to know, if you were interested in, uh, me and you setting up a sort of business..." Trying out a cast, Maurice got the hook set in the top of a tent setup, which made him set the rod back in the rack, hook still attached, `Oops!' Finding this a good time to intervene, Michel tripping over his words, Maurice steps into their space, "What Michel is trying to say, he would like to set up a scenic tour business, but he needs rights to your lake to do it." "Yeah," Michel says, "that's what I meant to say!" He was cute, from the `Michel Scenic Tours' baseball cap, on down. Wearing a toothy smile, which made his whole handsome face light up, was enough to bewitch any man. The smile was working it's magic on Rusty, as well as the others standing around, which made him just as flustered. Not having much of a sense of business, other than knowing right now he was worth just under a million bucks, "What do you think, Maurice? Would this be a good move for me?" Between fishing and business, Maurice knew his stuff, "I wouldn't have brought Mr. Perri over here if I didn't think so?" Right now, there wasn't anyone whom Rusty could trust, except Ricky. However, with Maurice part of that family tree, how far could the apple fall? Reaching out his hand, Rusty says, "That's good enough for me." While shaking hands, Michel's first look was at Rusty, but then his glance went right over his shoulder. Neal had picked up on it as well, "Why don't we shop and Manu can show Michel around the store?" Suddenly, they hear Kira, saying to Missy, "I wonder how the fuck this fish hook wound up in the top of this tent?" She scrutinized the tiny piece of tin, like it was growing a fungus farm! Maurice says, "Uh, I'd like to stay, but I've got a client back at the office!" Rusty and Neal hardly notice, their eyes set on goods on tables, on shelves, hanging from racks and set on the floor. "Hey, this is pretty cool," Rusty says. Do you think brown or black?" Neal got the biggest laugh. It wasn't the color, but the fit, the hat Rusty plopped on his head, way too big, barely unable to see his beautiful eyes. "There," he says, tilting the hat back, revealing Rusty's cute face and those dreamy, "wow, you've got green eyes!" Right now, all it seemed like was the two of them there in the shop, Rusty replying, "hey, so do you!" They both stood there, smiling, staring, until Kira comes by, nudging Rusty out of the way, "Get a room, why doncha!" Perhaps they hadn't really thought of it yet, Rusty volunteering, "think we should?" Neal bit a lip, replying, "I'd sure like to taste those lips? That is, if it's okay with you?" The ranch was too far away for a spur of the moment idea such as this. Both were unfamiliar with the territory, though knew one of the two doors at the back of the trading post led outdoors. Leave it to their pulsing nuts! To their left, at the back, was a door to what had been referred to `the back room', Rusty pitching Neal, "should we check it out?" Driven by lust, they had come too far to go back, the knuckles of Rusty's hand feeling up Neal's growing sensation. "I'm game, if you are," Neal returns. Neither needed to answer yes, nor no, Rusty grabbing Neal's arm, coaxing him towards the `back room'. Opening the door, bounding forth, they forgot Deputy Jack and Chris had gone back there about 15 minutes ago. Everyone had their way of reacting, some with verbal response. Both Neal and Rusty stood there, jaws dropped open in total, overwhelming surprise at what they were viewing, with exclamations of `oh shit' and `omg!' Chris, he just smiled. He was already keyed up, holding his hard shaft through the zippered-down split of his pants. He did think it kind of erotic, Rusty and Neal springing in on them, with Deputy Jack all trussed up in a `special way!' It was the worst case scenario for Deputy Jack, the 41-year old cop standing there with his shirt tucked in, hanging out of his pants, his muscly bod exposed. From constantly hitting the gym, each part of his upper bod could be defined, shoulders, biceps, forearms, big bulbous pecs and barreled stomach with a deep navel, smooth, except a thin treasure trail. Right now, they couldn't tell much about his big, rounded pecs, each of Deputy Jack's hands covering up two spots. Rusty was curious enough, to form a question, regarding the chain which seeped out from each of the deputy's hands, `dripping' down, softly says to Neal, "I think he's hiding something." Suddenly, the tough cop from minutes ago, lightens up with a smile, "Oh, you mean the silvery chain?" The chain in question flowed out from both of Deputy Jack's cupped pecs, of which Chris says, "Why don't you show them?" Chris' balls were pulsing with excitement. He had gone into `the back room', under the impression Deputy Jack be on his knees in no time. How could know dirty little secrets buried deep in the back of their minds! Neal got up enough moxie to walk over, stick a finger in, between Deputy Jack's hand and trimmed chest, "don't be shy now," he peeled it away, looking in the crevice. Rusty added commented, "Shy, Neal? Really?" "A-ha!" Neal shouts out, ripping both of the deputy's hands away. Part of the aura between Deputy Jack and Chris had started years ago, before college separated them. Sure, when Chris came home for the major holidays, they looked for making a connection. Back in the day, Chris had found out quite by accident, some of Deputy Jack's secret, guilty pleasures. One had been breaking the man down and totally humiliating him, found out quite coincidently, at a gay leather club in Seattle. Rekindling some of that quality time together, Deputy Jack turns the tables on Chris, "I thought you said you locked the door?" All Chris could do is stroke and laugh, "I thought I did!" The deputy smirks, well-knowing, not the first time Chris had pranked him, by putting his muscled bod on display, a pair of nip clamps biting his huge pecs, only for some with the same interest, to walk in on them! Having experienced this before, Deputy Jack goes with gut reaction, rather finding pride in having his fat nips decked out in the glistening jewelry, "whatever," he drops his arms to his sides. Chris was really getting close, watching Rusty and Neal react to seeing Deputy Jack like this. Though, he was getting his own kick, looking down, observing the two lads check out his chest, "feel free to touch!" This didn't go kindly with Chris, remarking, "Oh? Since when did you start giving the orders, `Jack?'" Deputy Jack, before he opened his big mouth again, wanted to make sure Rusty and Neal understood, "Y'see, Chris and me, we like to play this game..." Chris pipes up, "of which, `Jack', it's not over till we both puddle our spunk on the floor, or..." "Or what?" Rusty asks. Neal, at 28, had been around longer than Rusty and even though he sometimes was mistaken for a nerd, had considerable knowledge of such things, "or what happens when two guys are fuckin' and the dude fuckin' gets close?" "Oh. Right. I knew that," Rusty knew he was blushing. Deviating from the sexual standpoint, Rusty fingers the middle of the chain hanging from Deputy Jack's nips, "so, what's this about?" "Ooo-o-o-o-o," Deputy Jack moans. "What'd I do?" Rusty's finger leaves the chain swinging. Neal and Chris exchange glances, smiling. "I think you just stimulated two men in the room?" Neal replies. For certain, they were all checking out zippers. Whereas Chris' cock hung from the lining of his briefs, the elastic caught up under his balls, Deputy Jack's shaft stuck out from his pants zipper. Gulping, Rusty dare ask, "Um, doesn't that," he meant Deputy Jack's metal zipper, "kind like, scrape the barrel?" "A little," Deputy Jack replies, staring at Chris. What was happening here, Chris and his playmate weren't being totally honest. They could react differently around strangers, than those who understood the private s&m lifestyle. Right now, Chris was tolerating the way Deputy Jack was speaking out, conversing with Rusty and Neal. Even though Deputy Jack knew there would be hell to pay for a situation beyond his control, it would tarnish his pride, revealing how he and Chris could really get down, dank and dirty. On the other hand, it was all Chris could do to contain himself, not meaning leaking, ready to puddle his spunk. In this game, humiliation was key to keeping Chris hard. On studying the two shafts out in the open, both hard and leaking, Rusty was not immune to seeing how Neal felt about all this, which made him gasp, "are you hard, dude?" Neal smiles, saying matter-of-factly, "uh, you're not?" Rusty had to `feel' to find out, "a little." What gay man wouldn't, watching Chris stroke himself, along with juggling his own balls? Chris provokes, "I bet more than a little," he walks over to Rusty, closing the door with his shoulder, "why don't we take a look?" Looking to Neal, like looking for permission, Neal shrugs both shoulders. "Um?" Rusty wasn't sure about all this, the man's cock straight out in front of him, Chris unfastening his belt buckle. "I'm not so sure about all this?" Rusty wasn't stopping anything though, allowing Chris to unbuckle him, unbutton the top of his jeans, unzip... Chris, looking over to the other two, sees Neal massaging his crotch. He says in an ordering tone, "Just don't stand there, dummy," meant for the deputy's ears, "help him!" When Deputy Jack blushes, it's not only his face, but his pecs turning a crimson color, not to mention what the tight clips are doing to his nips! Like asking permission, the deputy says to Neal, "I think it would be up to him?" Seeing Rusty and Neal going along, or maybe Chris' still pent up emotions pushing him on, he takes the chain in his hand, "this is what you do to bad boys, who don't obey," Chris gives Jack's nips a pull, twisting the chain! The nearest to the chain being tugged on, Neal, can only react, "oh. My. God. That's gotta, like hurt so bad?" However, unlike before, Deputy Jack blurting out a long `o' syllable, Neal's attention is divided between nips being stretched together, like Chris intended on matching up the perky nubs. Rusty joins in, seeing Deputy Jack's shafts leak, this long sinewy strand of goo dripping, opening up a forum, "does that mean he likes it?" "Like?" Chris half-cracks a smile, "more like loving it? Before we're done here, Jack will be lucky if there's any jizz left to stroke off! Rusty already felt comfortable being there among three other dudes, even though older. Rightfully, he didn't know to what extent Neal was `liking' this stuff. However, when Rusty feels a hand on his hard shaft, "What tha?" He made no effort to stop it, Rusty quite astonished that Chris would even make hand contact with him. Neal on the other hand, decides to try his luck at doing the `ordering', courteous enough to ask, before putting a damper on Chris' `property', "Uh, alright if I..." It thrilled Chris, like a person couldn't tell what was keeping him hard as an over-microwaved sausage, to `share', "On your knees, `boy!'" Chris utters, smiling. Deputy Jack, until now he was playing it cool. He had his reputation, outside the room, to consider. However, as a hot situation usually irons out the kinks, a feeling takes over, which makes a man put asunder such protocol, "Yes, sir." "Sir?" Rusty questions, staring Chris in the face. "Deputy Jack is like twice your age?" He didn't take the hint, so Chris goads Rusty on, taking a free hand, placing it on his own cock. "Age is just a number, ain't that right, `boy?'" Chris puts it to Deputy Jack. Mouth wide open, ready to take Neal in, Deputy Jack thinks about it first, about 2 more of the community finding out his secret, but then allows his cock to rule, "Yes sir." He does look up at Neal, who looks down upon him, "Don't worry. I won't tell anyone." "Thanks," he replies. "Long as it's a good suck-job!" Sight and sound, Rusty looks up, seeing Neal laugh his ass off. However, his worries begin to dissipate, after Chris has stepped to the side, blocking Neal and placing his cock on Deputy Jack's tongue. Rusty wonders what this is about, just when he was getting used to stroking Chris' hard tube. "Deputy Jack and me, we have this agreement, that what goes on in this room, is not shared on the outside. Get it?" Chris made sure he had eye contact with both lads. Now Rusty felt a little intimidated by Chris' demonstration of authority, "I guess." Rather answering for both, even though Neal felt disappointed, swindled out of a hot blowjob, "Yeah, we understand." His pants were already at his ankles, briefs too, but it shocked Rusty when Neal starts unbuttoning his shirt. With agreement, Rusty does the same, "Yeah, it's getting hot in here, huh?" Neal looks to Rusty with raised brow, then smiling, saying, "Getting?" Rusty could not deny it, all four cocks out, in a room getting quite heated, "Right," he chortles, working his shirt buttons from the bottom, up." Pulling his hips back, Chris' cock falls out of Deputy Jack's mouth, him saying, "Why don't you take over for me Neal?" Bummed out of his gourd, Neal says, "Me?" Coaxing, not which he wasn't hoping for more, Deputy Jack steps out of line, "Bring it on, lad." Normally, in the special type of relationship which develops between the police officer and his dominant, it could've earned Deputy Jack a slap across up aside the cheek or a pull of the chain, but Chris was allowing much to slide, considering the company they were in. The two alone, it could get interestingly brutal! However, what was much more interesting to Chris, was when Rusty began to split the shirt open. For himself, he wasn't as muscular as other men. Being average, Chris took care of himself, but didn't have the definition of a guy who did the gym 7 days a week. On the other hand, seeing Rusty's tight nips on a hairless chest, the lines of demarcation, forming ripped abs, the thin treasure trail... It put Rusty on a pedestal, Chris sinking to both knees, looking up, "looks like we got ourselves a new master!" Looking beyond Chris, then back to his own situation, Rusty was beside himself. In the back room, here he and Neal were, standing, cocks out. Already, Deputy Jack had engulfed Neal's semi-soft shaft, planing it, making it hard-er. Knowing from experience, how quickly a man can swell from a little massage, Chris looks up, smiles, "Go ahead. Your wish is my command," adds the formality, "Master Rusty!" "Master?" Rusty questioned, breaking out in a giggle. Also knowing how reluctant a dude can be, out of sheer ignorance, Chris helps Rusty with his decision, taking hold of him, by the underside of his balls, guiding the semi onto his tongue. "Oh-h-h-sh-h-h-hit!" Rusty is quite taken by what Neal has been feeling for the past 5 minutes! Neal reports, "Uh, I'm getting kind of close?" Such a hot blow-job Deputy Jack is giving Neal, he's not sure where his spunk should go. At first it was him in control, weaving his cock in and out of the deputy's mouth. Neal then feels a pair of hands on his ass, creeping inwards, towards his crack. Smashing face into the valley of his pubes, Neal lets out nervous laughter, "uh, don't smother yourself there..." So much name-calling, Neal wasn't sure what to call the police officer. Fortunately, Deputy Jack releases ass, long enough to unbury nostrils. Massaging Neal's 8-inches, highly suggestive, he asserts, "y'know, you don't have to empty yourself on the floor?" "Uh," Neal is unsure, looking to Rusty's contorted face, "thanks, but I'll pass. Like is it okay if I fill your belly and not your ass, officer?" Pulling off Rusty's shaft, Chris muses, "Jack, you about to cheat on me?" Sometimes Deputy Jack would get mixed signals, which taunted the hell outta him, "what the fuck do you care?" When things got bent out of proportion, from strict s&m protocol, roleplay was dropped. It was like unsaid thoughts being exchanged by eyesight, Chris saying, "you'll get yours, later, Jack!" By choice, it was too intimidating for Neal to `go there,' "Uh, I think," Neal says ever-so-slowly, "I...will... fill your belly?" For Deputy Jack, hand-working his own cock, lips and tongue working Neal's 8c, he's not about to allow that sweet treat to go to waste, "bring it on!" All it took was leaning forward, down a little and Neal was back between lips, feeling the warmth. True to his assumption, he blasts his load. Not the only one paying attention, Chris reaches a hand over and takes hold of the chain. While Neal's goo floods Deputy Jack's mouth, he feels tension around the barrel of his cock. What he doesn't know, the sweet feeling of Chris' hand, tugging wildly at the chain, stretching his nips to the limit, has caused a `chain reaction!' Witness to all this, Rusty doesn't know what to make of it, "That's...gotta," realizing the opposite, "hurt!" Yes, for Deputy Jack, those biting clamps on his nips, being stretched is murderously painful, but something happens in the transition, causing sweet pleasure, which is connected like an extension cord to his balls, churning out ropes of fluid. "Shit!" Rusty remarks, watching Neal. Instead of Deputy Jack's hands tugging at Neal's ass-cheeks, Neal has latched onto the back of the law officer's head and drives himself deeper in. "Yeah, way to go," Chris suddenly decides, the way he wants it to go, jumping off and back on Rusty. "What tha?" Rusty's attention is drawn back on himself and Chris. Taking both of Rusty's hands, Chris has placed them on his own shaggy locks. Taking Rusty's buns in his hands, he replicates both pulling and pushing. However, like Neal, suddenly Rusty is into something out of control. "Wow!" he remarks at just how far he can fit his cock down a man's throat! Even though he's spent, Deputy Jack wipes his lips, saying to Neal, "Shame to let that go to waste." "Let what go to waste?" Neal says, having sat down on some thing designed to fit a man into, a sort of swinging apparatus, with a leather seat. He watches, the deputy pull his pants up, but not fasten them. Lying down on his back, behind Chris, he pushes his head between knees, "coming through," he announces. "What tha?" Neal gasps. Already having shot his load, this was too erotic an ordeal to just sit there on a leather patch. Reclining a bit, he takes up his slimy cock, finding some life still left in it! It humors him, rather finding solace in Rusty feeling like he hasn't quite recovered from, Chris' blowjob. Beyond this, seeing Deputy Jack having shimmied himself under Chris' ass, and now having his mouth `drilled' harder than a dentist's tool, it was enough to give him a second go around! Looking down and seeing the muscle-cop working Chris up and down himself, over his cock, Deputy Jack's cock is getting hard all on its own. Not sure if he should jump out of the sling, Neal feels uncomfortable about whether he should or shouldn't give Deputy Jack a mouth-job. What it begins to boil down to, it's not about the officer, but himself. He just doesn't feel the urge to want to suck cock. Rusty and Chris, having gotten up and roaring about the same time, blast off together. Deputy Jack has been stroking himself, but hadn't reached the apex yet. After swallowing, Chris stands. He didn't want to totally gross out Rusty, it being his load of goo in his mouth, but a moment lost, is a moment lost. Approaching the leather and chain sling from the side, Chris grabs Jack's mouth. Turning it to the side, he places his mouth over the deputy's. "Don't watch," Neal says to Rusty, placing hands over each eye. "I wanna see," Rusty protests, peeling Neal's hands away. It looked like ordinary kissing, but what the two lads didn't know, Chris was passing Rusty's cum to Jack! What seemed like Chris and Jack making out, bored the two. Neal looks down, saying to Rusty, "you come a lot?" "I thought so," Rusty replies, adding, "I guess most of it went down Chris' throat." Still, the two didn't get it, Chris expelling the gooey substance into Jack's mouth. Though it's been a long time, it hasn't been forgotten, how Jack savors every bit of semen he can get his tongue on! "How I'd like to have you inside me right now?" Lust can be a strange thing, like erasing total memory of who a person, where they are, which is the reason Neal had uttered such a thing~ "Um," Rusty is not sure, "you want me to like, fuck you?" Now he wasn't sure, Neal never having been fucked, except by one or two fingers, "I think?" "Really?" Rusty was unsure he wanted to. "Maybe later," they both agree on Neal's decision. However, they are both called to attention by Jack's wail, "Argh-h-h-h-h!" Seeing Chris' hand, grabbing up Jack's balls, he loosens the grip, "I guess I got a little too carried away." Jack, even though he could get a kick out of having his balls squeezed, "trust me, it doesn't look as painful...um, as it looks." Too much, too soon, Rusty and Neal pull up pants, grab their shirts. "Uh, keep on having fun," Rusty tells Chris and Jack. "Uh, yeah," Neal says, "and wait till we leave, before you squeeze anymore?" "Deal," Chris replied, because he knew, when they left, he could really pour on the pressure! Having sagged down, onto a `horse', a piece of apparatus whereas a dude would lie on for the purpose of getting his ass reamed, Rusty snaps out of it, "I can't believe we came here to shop." Arousing themselves, the four pulling it together, Chris made it known, that he and Deputy Jack used to be quite active in this type of kinky sex and hoped to keep it incognito. Rusty did have one question, saying to Neal, "when do you think Chris is going to take those clamps off Deputy Jack, or do you think he leaves them on all the time?" Pants on, buttoning up shirts, Neal frankly says, "got me." "Was wondering something?" "What?" Neal asks, picking up a pair of jeans and measuring them up to himself. "Would you have fucked Deputy Jack, if he asked you to?" It was an easy answer for Neal, "Nah. Saving that little detail for a certain special someone!" Rusty smiles, "Yeah. Same here." It didn't go without mentioning, "Uh, what do you think of all that gadgetry and stuff?" Neal replies, "truthfully, if other guys like doing all that kinky stuff, it doesn't bother me, but I can do without. Me? I'm more the romantic type. You?" "Same," Rusty agrees, but still had thoughts about how Deputy Jack could stand having those little teeth bite down on his nips so long. It did stimulate thought, `what his nips looked like after the clamps came off!' % At first, Michel had drawn Manu over to the fishing section, talking up all the lures. Manu hadn't exactly become an expert on the subject, but could see Michel had extensive experience. He thought Michel was hitting on him, which was okay, Manu thinking him attractive and very knowledgeable about the outdoors. Even when Michel invited him out for coffee, he felt comfortable taking him up on the offer. In conversation, about a half hour passing, Manu finds out Michel once had his own travel agency, but with one of the stock market declines, changed it up. In the transition, he had sold off his business and saved for his next venture. After having vacationed, at a lodge in another state, he set out to replicate what he experienced, searching for an area having a lake and facilities to house people. From there he would play it by ear, developing camping facilities, taking people on lake tours, fishing and whatever else he could conjure up. Moot in all this, was finding the right person who could meet his expectations, which was Rusty, whom seemed receptive. Happening upon Manu was something he hadn't planned on! More involved in business, it was something Michel had put on the back burner, becoming romantically involved. However, at 27-years old, he wasn't becoming any younger and with age, he knew, the older a guy got, the farther away his thoughts of settling down could become. Besides this, Manu's looks made him feel like he's been missing this all of his life. With the wind down of one business, he could loosen up a bit. After being `interrogated' about his long range plans, he asks, "So, what are your long-range plans, Manu?" Right off, set more on friendship, rather than courtship, Manu says, "I just left graduate school, with a masters in science, but I'm not sure `science' is what I want to do. I'm crazy, right?" "Not really. Funny you should mention having a degree in science, but an interest in art. I have a degree in art, but opted out to follow a career in recreational travel!" That put a smile on Manu's face, "Really?" What was supposed to be a conversation about Manu, Michel went off of the deep end, telling about an education which took him to Europe and the Far East. >From there, Manu could relate, taking the conversation to his home turf, Hawaii. They zigzagged around the globe, coming back to the Pacific northwest, "and here we are?" Michel had ended the worldwide tour of places and facts, which had him staring into Manu's eyes, "so where do we go from here?" "I don't know. I'm kind of stuck in the twilight zone here, having a master's in science, yet the desire to go into art, but working at a trading post?" "You know," Michel takes Manu's hand in his, "my father always used to bank on, things not happening without a reason. I have this strong feeling I came here, not just to find a place to set up my business, but to meet you?" Manu wasn't oblivious to Michel holding his hands, finding it kind of filling a void, "Is there more?" Going out on a limb, not which, in his kind of business Michel hadn't gone before, "Why don't you quit your job at the trading post and come work for me?" "What would I be doing?" Smiling, Michel knew he hadn't thought too long on it, "I don't know." Call it charm, or the feeling of trust, Manu says, "okay." "Really?" Michel thought this too easy! Uncoupling hands, Manu sits back, taking a sip of coffee, "it's cold." Knowing it was the coffee and not himself, Michel says, "am I now?" "No, not you," Manu replies. Michel asks, "So, what are you doing for the rest of the day?" "I should be working." "I thought you quit?" Manu smiles, "I think I should do the proper thing and give notice." "You're right," Michel smiles. "So, should we head back and see how that inventory is going?" % Poor man, Deputy Jack had to leave his briefs behind, Chris having used them to wipe the floor up! "So, have you thought about my offer, last time I was home on spring break, Jack?" At the time, after their fun and games, Chris had sprung it on Jack, the idea of his father retiring, but with enough resources, he could turn over the business to his son and still have tons of loot to retire on. "I have," he replies, buttoning up his shirt. "And?" "I threw a hint to the sheriff and he's comfortable with it, but wanted me to break in a couple rookies." Smiling, Chris says, "They need two to replace you?" "The sheriff says more industry will be coming to the town, with the plans for the ranch. With it, comes crime!" Looking at Jack, close the gap on those bulky pecs, Chris says, "I also have the feeling we're going to need to double the inventory on the `back room'?" "I was thinking about that. You know, storing all that junk in the basement is a total waste of space?" Chris agrees, but is more interested in closing the gap between them, reaching both hands inside the cop's uniform and messing with sore nips! They are very rudely interrupted, "Hey, cut that shit out and get your asses out of here. We need to do inventory!" In a small town, most people knew everyone. Some, more personal than others, the reason Deputy Jack could talk back to his best friend's step-sister, "Inventory? Really?" Closing the door behind them, Chris says, "I don't think Kira sees things the way we do." Of the whole scene, Deputy Jack says, "You don't have to be gay to love it!" Then he yelped, Chris giving his tweaker a little pinch! "Now cut that out, or you'll have me wetting the floor!" "Hmm, now there's a thought," Chris says, "your briefs are too wet, so you'll have to lick it up!" "Get yourself a janitor!" It could go on until one of them gave up, but usually ended in `making up!' % Quite involved in fishing equipment, right next to the tent department, their feelings towards each other were enough to check out tent sizes. Rusty, picking a shirt off a rack, clues Neal in, "Bet I know why that tent is shaking so violently?" "What tent?" Neal turns his head towards the replica of a campground. Seeing the tent poles rockin', "Earthquake?" "Definitely so!" Rusty says, laughing it off. Neal instigates thought, "Hmm, maybe `we' should get a tent?" With all that is happening in his life right now, Rusty has a `tune alert', looking to the screen of his iPhone, "I can't believe how busy life has suddenly got," sees it's Maurice summoning his attention. First turning away from Neal, Rusty is not too busy to notice something. Watching a hidden act, Neal is not immune to the sounds of two guys getting it on. When that happens, and in a secluded place, a guy can't help but touch himself! Casually turning back, while listening to what Maurice has to say, Rusty notices how drawn Neal is to camplife. Not which he was bored, nor disinterested in what Maurice was saying, but Rusty took this as the perfect moment to his attorney a breather, "hold on a sec, Maurice." Then, across the way, he yells in a whisper, "feel free to join them?!" Realizing a hand on his crotch could start a lava flow, Neal turns back around, "You mean, `me'?" Even though he knew Maurice was waiting, Rusty couldn't shuck the moment worth mocking, "of course not!" The smile, the eyes, Rusty intently looking at Neal's zipper area was like catching a dude in a lie. Neal, in an attempt to fake out Rusty, says, "I wonder how that happened?" "Yeah, I wonder," Rusty replies, going back to Maurice. He tried to act indifferent, but it was a royal fail for Neal. To prove Rusty wrong, not which he felt he had to, Neal wanders away to another department. Looking down at a shelf, it gave him an idea. First, he looks around. For certain, the little bell at the top of the entry door hadn't rung in the past hour and doing a `cock' count, in the store was only Deputy Jack, Chris, Rusty and himself. Kira, she had come and gone like a wind, sweeping in and out, in again and left. He had an idea for a prank, perhaps getting even for his boyfriend... In thinking it, Neal didn't think it too bad, having a boyfriend. Rusty sure was cute enough, had some nice, muscular definition, especially between the thighs and... Then he was back on his mission. Unbuckling, he unzips, dropping his jeans. Call it a fetish, but he always liked locking the elastic of his briefs under his balls. Plump, well-adequate, they looked even more so, especially with a dude on his knees in front of him. Fact is, 9 out of 10 times, when he tried stuffing both his balls into a guy's mouth, only one would fit! Regardless, he intently started working on his prank, parking his briefs and reaching for the box of exam gloves. The box used another name, but for Neal, a tool he used in a college science class, they were used to handle specimens. With his own specimen hanging out from betweenst, he tears open the box, extracting one glove. Stretching it, he tries pulling it onto the tip of his cock. It wouldn't go! Picking up the box, he realizes he's pilfered a small size. $5.00 a box is like 5-cents to Neal. Even though he didn't pay for anything yet, there was always `later,' smiling because he was trying on sizes like a shirt. "Ah-h-h-h," he sighs, feeling the stretchy thing ply over his stiffie. It wasn't like a condom, but felt just as good. He didn't pull it on all the way to the tip and when he looked at it, already some semen had leaked out. "What the hell are you doing, Neal?" "OMG!" he jumps back. A prank gone bad, the only thing Neal can think of is, "you're done with your call?!" An evil smile, Rusty says, "like 5 minutes ago?" "You've been watching me all this time? Why didn't you say something?" Shrugging both shoulders, Rusty replies, "more fun to watch!" This wasn't the first time Neal had used this trick, but the first time around it was him walking in on a guy with his cock embedded in the rubbery textured implement. It happened to be a fellow classmate from one of his science classes at the university. He and Neal were supposed to be teamed up for an experiment, but when his team member stayed too long in the supply closet, for certain he wasn't earning a top grade, to be shared! Then, as now, Neal decided to be a good Samaritan and `share', but he had to find out something first, "well, if you're hard and feeling it?" Semi hard, but definitely feeling it, Rusty responds, "what did you have in mind?" "Um," he was a little embarrassed asking, being they were in such a public place, "want to `take it out'?" "Take?" Rusty questions, though he very well knows, "it out?" Reaching right over, Neal helps himself, help Rusty, unbuckling the belt. "I can do it," he brushes Neals hands away, "you just take care of yourself!" Both in the mood, Neal giggles, "yeah, don't want to get you going and then have myself go soft!" "Yeah, wouldn't that be a shame," Rusty laughs, more out of being nervous, than anything. Out of context, of what their aim is, Neal remarks, "Mm-m, love your cock, man." Rusty, still trying to figure out this whole `top/bottom' thing, knowing Neal likes to `fuck around', questions, "I thought you were a top?" Smiling, Neal says, "with the right guy?" Strange, questionable look on Rusty's face, "And I'm that right guy?" Friends was one thing to Neal. Boyfriend, another. Fuck-buddies, he knew how that went. Right now he had a different interpretation and unsure of how to handle it, because he's never fallen for a dude so hard. Leaning in Rusty's direction, he not only engages a hand, but kisses, "I think so!" Immune to everything else, especially since they are standing in a public place, a private space, neither have seen nor heard a thing, until a voice rings out, "Tent's free, if you're in the mood!" It was Chris, finding the armholes of his shirt. Right next to him, Deputy Jack was buttoning up his. "That was you two in the tent?" Rusty asks. He did seem to feel a little out of place, cock whipped out and ready to have Neal fall to his knees. "That was us," Chris replies, "and the way you and Neal are using that counter to hide something, I thought you might want some privacy?" Deputy Jack had reached down to lace up his boots, but when he stood up, it show, he only had buttoned, from the bellyhole, up, 3 shirt buttons. Rusty easily notices, "The chain! It's gone!" Not Neal, he was paying mind to Chris, situating his jeans about his hips. "Yeah," Deputy Jack replies, in a way that it sounds like a puzzle to be solved, "when it's good, it's good, but when it's over, it's over!" Rusty turns to Neal, "did you get that?" "Get what?" Neal returns. He then realizes, what has been taking up Neal's time, Chris being very coy, sly, making sure all the goo has seeped out of the tip of his soft cock. They are both shocked, when Deputy Jack reaches over, runs his thumb up Chris' flabby barrel, excreting some more fluid, lifting it to his lips, "Good to the last drop!" Next thing Rusty notices, Neal is around the corner of the fixture and speaking with Chris. In turn, Deputy Jack has approached him. Pulling open his shirt, stretching the buttons to the limit, he exposes both pecs, "hey, anytime you want to work these nubs, dial 911 and ask for me!" Not even thinking of covering up, Rusty was all primed, ready to react to what he was feeling. All it took was to move a hand dead center and he was on himself. In response to looking upon Deputy Jack's chest, "Uh, yeah, they look kind of sore?" Then, like he was trying to arouse Rusty, the cop starts tweaking his own nips, "Ooh-yeah, just the way I like'em!" Rusty wanted to stroke, but didn't want to stroke. Consumed with either embarrassment, or guilt, he could not figure out which. More baffling, was why Deputy Jack's strumming at his nubs, mutilating them with fingers and thumbs, then stretching them out, was driving his cock and balls wild! "Kind of feeling it myself," the officer says, dropping a hand from his right nip, under his belt, deep into the recesses of his cock pocket. With one free hand, Deputy Jack takes advantage of the 19-year old. Pulling his hand out, he latches onto Rusty's unmoving hand. Intentions of provoking him, he lifts the teen's five digits towards his moderately haired chest. He wasn't sure about this, Rusty not wanting to hurt Deputy Jack, but found out how pain can really drive a man wild. Both, vocally and physically watching the cop tent his pants, it was a weird sight! Then he found out something important, when Neal shouts across the way, "Hey, want to join us?" Suddenly, sex, even the giant urge to get himself off, the feeling of mooshing Deputy Jack's right nip, all of it was of the least importance, realizing Neal had just `proposed' to him, of being boyfriends and now was following Chris into the tent. Dropping the nip action and allowing his hard shaft to go solo, Rusty is not sure what his reaction is, except disappointed, "uh, no, you go ahead Neal." A man of the law, Deputy Jack could tell a man's mind by gesturing or tone of voice and right now had deciphered, by Rusty's reaction, "I take it you and Neal have something going?" Quickly, Rusty has wised up, after the shortness of relationship with Evan, Devyn, Luc and now Neal, "not really. I mean, I thought we did," his head turns slowly, from Neal disappearing into the tent, back on Deputy Jack's open shirt. Realizing he was staring midchest, only because the cop is 6'5" tall, Rusty lifts his chin. He's been there before, Deputy Jack saying, "Love, it's a complicated thing, huh?" Wising up, Rusty replies, "especially, when all it is sex?" Empathetic feeling coming over him, Deputy Jack tries consoling, "But it's not all, only sex. You just haven't met the right guy yet. Don't give up hope?" Rusty felt good, the cop placing an arm around him, giving him half of a hug. If he didn't already know Deputy Jack was in an open status regarding his love life, he might jump at the chance, even though he seemed to be twice his age. "I'm trying to go at it with an open mind." Then, to change the subject, "Your nips, do they still hurt?" An exhibitionist of sorts, not reluctant to show off in the company of the right mix of people, Deputy Jack again widens his shirt, "Let's keep this our secret, shall we? Go ahead. Give me your best shot." Rusty wasn't sure about all this, thinking of all this chains and nips stuff as something of the occult, "no. That's okay." Not pushing it, he closes his shirt and finishes buttoning up, Deputy Jack saying, "Fine, but anytime you get the urge, you give me a call for first dibs!" "I will," though Rusty was certain he would not. "In fact," Deputy Jack makes sure he's zipped up, "you call me anytime you need anything!" Certain of what has influenced the town cop, "Does Marco like to chain up your nips?" Deputy Jack knew Marco liked to do more than apply clamps to his nips, but didn't want to scare the whits out of the uninformed lad, "That he does." Fact is, he didn't know how far to go, so left it subtle, "but you have to know, it's used to enhance the whole sexual process?" "Right," Rusty says, still noticing `the tent.' "Well, I better get going." Rusty, hearing soft noises from `the campground', says, "Yeah. Me too. I've got business with Maurice, to go over." So much for the shopping trip, for boyfriend-ship, for the whole gamit of love and gay sex, Rusty thinking it might be better to be absorbed in the ranch and coming changes. "You wouldn't happen to have the time to drop me off at the ranch, um?" "Jack. It's what my closest friends call me?" He was getting at something, Rusty picking up on it, "Okay. Jack it is." There was a pause before the two got going, like maybe there was more there. When there wasn't, the two head towards the front door. Swiping Rusty's straw-woven cowboy hat, Deputy Jack rips a black, leathery one off a manikin and plops it on Rusty's head, "There, that suits you better." Holding the door for Rusty, he takes the hat off, "When I step out the door, you're going to arrest me for stealing?" Built on the last couple of hours, the deputy says, "Did you forget that I'm the one wanting to get punished?" It was a strange choice of words, but slowly Rusty was getting it, "Right, but how does a guy even want that to happen to him?" That was the first time in his life Rusty ever `stole' anything. Assured by Deputy Jack, if anyone, like Chris, realized he stole the hat, he said to put it back on him. Already with the heads-up, Rusty says, "I get it. More fun for you and Chris!" With the inside knowledge, Deputy Jack winks, "You got it!" It wasn't sinking in, how a dude can get raging hard over having his nips pulverized, but Rusty thought there was much more to falling for a guy and having a `normal' relationship. The drive back to the ranch was educational, Rusty firing away questions, wondering what happened in the town in the 4 years he was away at boarding school. He came home for some holidays, Christmas, but not during the summer. "How close are you with Marco?" Driving along, feeling confidently, sometimes Deputy Jack would break the law and drive with his knee, "Close as two guys can get, I suppose. For one thing, we watch each others' back." Meant to probe, Rusty asks, "So, Jack," he tests out their friendship, "you knew he was paying for my boarding school?" A confident smile on his lips, Jack stretches, places both hands behind the head, but returns one hand to the wheel, " and those summer adventure tours!" "What don't you know about Marco and me?" Proud feeling, that Marco has entrusted him, like a mentor, "Well, I don't know if you're a top or a bottom?" he laughs his ass off! Teasing, Rusty says, "Want to find out?" Jamming on the brake, Marco turns to Rusty and like, has had all his buttons pushed, "Are you for real?" Rusty, laughing, like it's the funniest joke he's ever heard, "No way!" "Oh," Jack is suddenly sad, deflated from the negativity, "am I too old for you? Is that it?" Then, feeling sad himself, Rusty says in a lamenting tone, "No. I mean, I saw how you can get it up?!" "No one knows this and telling you confidentially," Jack does tone it down, "because Marco saved me from almost becoming an alcoholic, which would have not only ruined my position on the force, but also my life, I feel I owe him...and I haven't paid him back yet, except for tiny favors, like fixing a parking ticket for one of his `clients'. What I'm getting at, any time you need anything, including if you're horned up and need a little action, you call me." He tosses his cell phone, it slipping down the side of Rusty's thigh, into the crevice. Diving a hand in, Rusty lightens it up, "I'm not into phone sex, Jack!" "No, dummy. It's for you. It's got my number programmed into it." "I've already got an iPhone." "What model?" "5." "This is a 6S." "Really?" Rusty hadn't noticed, looks it over. "By the way," Jack talks to him, like a business partner, "I know more of what's going to change at the ranch, than Maurice, so if you see anything you don't like happening, give me a call." "Let me guess," Rusty has an inclination of what this is about, "if anything goes wrong, Chris will handle it?" "No," Jack puts the car in gear, drives on, "this isn't about s&m, or sex!" Then, off the top of his head, Rusty remembers, Marco into kinky stuff, though doesn't have a clue to how deep his interests go, except what he's witnessed today. With a lull in conversation, Rusty rekindles the fire, "So, how many times have you and Marco gotten together to load up your nips?" It made Jack laugh, knowing Rusty didn't have a clue and never having heard it referred to before, "Load up my nips?" Educating Rusty, Jack thought it his duty to inform the lad, "Oh there's so-o-o much more to `s&m'!" However, standing his ground, Rusty says, "Other than what you and Chris did today, I don't think I'm really interested, but thanks." Shutting him up, Jack show it didn't put a damper on their friendship, "still, if you want a blowjob or an ass to fuck, we don't have to include all that kinky stuff!" Rusty found Jack to be a man of different characters. He hadn't really though about it much, a dude in his teens, with feelings for guy in his mid-years. Though, honestly thinking, age didn't really matter. He was still a nice guy and cared. He was about to let it all go by him, but when they got to the ranch, Rusty rescinds `his' values, boyfriend being of young-dude status, "Uh, you want to come in for a cup of coffee or something?" Jack could be a joker. It was the other person's fault if they couldn't tell the difference, "The `something'...what would that en-`tail'?" Rusty `got it', sarcastically saying, "Milk and sugar in your coffee?" "That's what I figured. Yeah, I'll come in for a few minutes, but I know you have things to do, so I won't stay." Secret thoughts, Deputy Jack didn't want to throw a bummer into their friendship. Dating back a couple of hours ago, the look on the lad's face, seeing his nips wired up, processing, Rusty looked as if he had seen a horror flick. Though, Jack's tastebuds were aching for a latte! % 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, or you will be forced to your knees.