Date: Fri, 27 Aug 2021 10:56:15 -0700
From: Backwoods Boy <backwoodsnatureboy@gmail.com>
Subject: The Ranch Boy Next Door - Part 34 (Revised)

Social Dynamics

It was Friday, December 20th, the last day of school before the winter
holiday. Snow fell outside the cafeteria window as I sat down for lunch
with Austin and Andy, and Aiden's friends Matt and Josh. I'd met the
seventeen-year-old football players at the quarry during the summer.

With Rusty, Nate, and Jason in the middle school building with a different
lunch schedule, the interplay within the ranch boy club had changed. Most
of us still rode the school bus together, but things were different there
too. Since the end of the swimming season, Rusty usually sat with Nate. I'd
taken to sitting with Matt.

Summer was a distant memory. A lot had happened since then, including the
swimming season. The swim team had done well in our meets with other
schools, but once it was too cold to use the quarry pool, finding a place
to practice was a logistical challenge. None of us made it to district or
state tournaments. Coach and James were philosophical. It was our first
season, and they hoped for better results the next year.

A couple of birthdays had also passed. In August, Aiden turned eighteen,
and in November I turned fifteen. I now had that beautiful piece of paper
which said I could drive on public roads.

The fact that Rusty was still thirteen created friction. Here was the
lifelong country boy, who'd been driving on ranch roads since he was
twelve, upstaged by the transplanted city boy. That the transplanted city
boy now had a tattoo didn't help either.

Josh looked at my right bicep. "Now that it's healed up, that tattoo looks
great, Toby. And that muscle shirt shows it off well."

I smiled appreciatively. "Thanks, Josh. Shago's tattoo artist did a good
job. I'm pleased with how it turned out."

Josh turned his attention to Austin and Andy.

"So, what are you guys doin' tonight?"

Andy replied. "We're havin' a twin twink party at the cabin before the snow
gets too deep to get up there."

There had been several such events, so we knew what they were talking
about. Breaking in Rick and Eric at the quarry had only been the beginning.

I smiled knowingly. "I bet you're not gonna play checkers."

"That'd be a sure thing."

I turned to Matt and Josh. "How about you two? What are you doin'?"

"We're gonna hang out at Aiden's."

Andy posed a question to me. "Do you have plans with Rusty?"

"Nope. He's goin' to the middle-school dance with Nate."

"The dance runs early tonight, from six to eight. Maybe they're doin'
something later."

I shrugged my shoulders, and he continued.

"It seems like they're spendin' a lot of time together."

He was fishing for information. I let it pass.

Austin raised his eyebrows. "Goin' as a couple? That'd be a first for the
community."

Andy added a little. "I wonder how that'll go over with some of the kids,
not to mention their parents."

"It won't be a problem. Coach and James are the chaperones. Another
first. Times are changin'."

Josh had something to add. "Speakin' of my little buddy Nate, Aiden's got
him liftin' weights, and he's turned into a little hunk. He looks like he's
Aiden's little brother. I'd like to get into his pants, but Aiden keeps a
watchful eye on him."

Andy, Austin and I knew the reason for the watchful eye. We also knew the
weightlifting was psychological as well as physical. Aiden was using
bodybuilding as a confidence-building tool. Austin had an observation.

"I thought they might become a couple, but now that he's spendin' so much
time with Rusty, little brother describes their relationship too."

Austin was fishing for information too. I didn't take the bait.

Andy redirected the conversation. "Speakin' of little brothers, Toby, is
Jace goin' too?"

"No, he's gonna hang out at home with Shago."

"So what are you gonna do?"

"I haven't figured that out yet. My folks are spendin' the night in Boise,
so I may be home alone."

Matt had a suggestion. "You can join us if you wanna. Aiden's not gonna be
there - he's just lettin' us use his place. All we're gonna do is drink his
beer and play poker, and right now it's only the two of us. We could use
another player or two. Drop by if ya wanna - we'll be there all evening."
He grinned. "We'd be glad to take your money."

I smiled. "I appreciate that, but I could use a quiet evening by myself."

The bell rang announcing the end of the lunch break.

Matt replied as he stood up. "Well, if ya change your mind, drop by anytime
after eight."

I stood up too. "Okay, thanks."

************

When I boarded the bus after school, I found Rusty sitting with Matt. With
a hand resting on Rusty's shoulder, Matt was eagerly making a proposal of
some kind. Apparently persuaded, Rusty smiled and nodded his head
affirmatively.

Further back in the bus, I greeted Nate and sat down beside him. Once
settled, I had a suggestion.

"Rusty says you two are goin' to the dance. If you don't have plans for
afterwards, you can hang out with me if ya want to."

"Thanks a lot for the invitation. There's an after-dance party at
somebody's house. Rusty said we may go to that, but he hadn't made up his
mind yet."

"Let him know my place is an option. Have a good time, whatever you do."

At home, I warmed up leftovers and turned on the TV. I watched the news and
then tried without success to get interested in a murder mystery. I
yawned. Maybe I should go to bed. But it was Friday, and only
nine-o'clock. Maybe I should take Matt up on his offer. Maybe I should text
him first. Maybe not. It had been an open invitation.

With a driver's license, I had Dad's permission to use his pickup. I backed
it out of its home in the barn and drove carefully towards town. An inch or
two of snow was blowing around, but it wasn't a problem. Parking near
Aiden's apartment complex, I zipped up my parka and headed for his unit.

I knocked gently on the door, but got no answer. Turning the knob, I
stepped inside. Except for bedside lamps and the light over the kitchen
stove, the apartment was dark.

Four poker hands lay discarded on the kitchen table among piles of poker
chips and half-consumed beers. Matt and Josh had found more players. No one
was in sight, but the sounds of muffled laughter and playful wrestling came
from the hallway.

I quietly moved down the hallway to the bedroom that doubled as Aiden's
weight-lifting room. The door was open a few inches, and I smiled at what I
saw. Aiden's watchful eye was absent, and Josh's desire to get into Nate's
pants was being fulfilled. Nate lay on the bed naked, pinned down by an
equally-naked Josh.

"Are you happy Matt talked Rusty into playin' poker tonight, little buddy?"

"Yeah, I'm havin' fun with you. But I wish you hadn't suggested that bet
when Rusty hit the fifty-dollar limit."

"Why not? He's a big boy. If he wants to bet his body, it's up to him." He
grinned. "I was just pointin' out his options."

"But he was as nervous as a whore in church, Josh. His hands were shakin'
when he made the bet'."

Josh laughed. "If his hands were shakin', it was from excitement. Did ya
see the grin on his face when he knew he'd lost?"

Nate thought for a moment, and then smiled. "Yeah, I did. I think you're
right."

"Darned right I am. He wanted Matt to fuck him as bad as Matt wanted to do
it." He chuckled wickedly. "As a result of them gettin' what they wanted, I
get to fuck you. You've been on my to-do list for some time."

With a mischievous grin, Nate egged him on. "And I'll still be on your
to-do list unless you stop play-wrestlin' and start fuckin."

Josh laughed. "You're a spunky one, Nate. I like your attitude."

Holding Nate's upper body down with one arm, he positioned his pole with
the other. Nate put up some token resistance, but his spread legs and
raised feet signaled his surrender. He gasped softly as Josh penetrated him
and slowly slid his shaft inside. As Josh began his rhythmic thrusts,
Nate's hands roamed lightly over his muscular body.

"Oh, yeah, Josh, I like how you feel inside me."

"Better than Rusty?"

Nate hedged. "I'm not gonna make comparisons."

"Come on. I'll keep it to myself."

Nate smiled. "Okay. Better than Rusty. But I'll deny ever sayin' that."

"You're sure you're okay with me goin' all the way?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. What's a little sperm between buddies?"

Nate had come a long way in six months. He didn't need Aiden's watchful eye
anymore.

The door to Aiden's bedroom stood halfway open. Clothing lay scattered
about as if discarded in haste. Unlike the horseplay and animated
conversation in the other room, here there was silence.

Matt lay on top of Rusty, his weight supported by his forearms and braced
knees. His hips rocked with a steady rhythm as he methodically thrust his
pole deep into Rusty's hot body. His back muscles rippled with each stroke
as he slowly pushed himself towards a climax.

Rusty's hands gripped Matt's shoulders tightly. No longer aware of his
surroundings, he stared vacantly at the ceiling. Precum dripped steadily
from his erection into a growing pool on his abs. Now and then, his body
twitched as a deeper thrust triggered an involuntary response.

Leaving them all to enjoy their evening without interruption, I quietly
stepped back into the living room. Curious as to what Rusty had bet on, I
walked over to the table. It was easy to spot his place - there were no
chips in front of it. I picked up the cards. Rusty had bet his body on a
pair of eights. Josh's analysis was spot on. Rusty wanted to lose.

Given my lack of interest in his invitation, Matt had made other plans, as
would be expected - with results that pleased me with respect to Nate and
amused me with respect to Rusty.

I slipped out of the apartment and walked quickly to the pickup. I'd made
Nate and Rusty an offer to hang out with me, and they'd turned me
down. With an opportunity like Matt and Josh, I'd have made the same
decision. But the way Rusty did it all behind my back made it clear he was
avoiding me.

As I climbed into the pickup, my phone pinged.

"Wanna fuck?"

I smiled. The message was from Colton. He'd started out as Rusty's older
boy-toy, but as that relationship faded, he and I developed an easygoing
give and take friendship.

"Of course."

"I got a new toy to play with."

"I'm nothing but a toy tester to you."

"Would you like to be something else?"

"Maybe your exclusive boy-toy?"

"Boy-toy, yes. Exclusive, no."

"Give me fifteen minutes."

"Okay. See you soon."

Before I started the pickup, I sent a message to Dad.

"Spending the night at Colton's"

I didn't expect an immediate response but I got one.

"Do you plan to get any sleep?"

I smiled as I responded. "Of course not."

"I didn't think so. Have a good time."

************

I parked as close to the bunkhouse as possible. Shivering, I knocked on the
door. Colton opened it immediately.

"Hey, come in out of the cold, Toby."

A fire burned in the wood stove. The firewood in the box beside it gave off
the unmistakable odor of ponderosa pine. A two-foot artificial tree with a
few decorations stood in one corner, Colton's token acknowledgement of the
holiday season. I took off my coat and tossed it onto the couch. Colton
smiled at me.

"Welcome to my humble home. Are ya ready for a good time?"

I grinned at him. "What is it this time? A new vibrator? Better restraints?
Electro Stim? A fuckin' machine?"

"Hey, I'm the fuckin' machine. I don't need one of those, unless I wanna
fuck myself. But I'd far rather fuck you. No, this one is quite simple." He
grinned wickedly. "Although we could combine it with restraints just for
fun."

I laughed. "It's a good thing I trust you, or I'd be racin' for the pickup
about now."

"I'm here to get you off, not let you down. However, first things
first. Have a seat."

I flopped down on the sofa. He went to the kitchen and returned with beer
in a glass. I reached for the glass and took a sip.

"What's with the glass? You usually give me the can. You must be softening
me up for somethin' really kinky."

"Not really. You'll notice it's a holiday glass. I'm just tryin' to get
into the mood."

I chuckled. "The mood will come from the contents, not the glass."

I drained the glass and held out my hand. He took the glass and refilled
it.

"You tryin' to get drunk?"

I took a sip of beer. "Yeah. I just watched a football jock fuck my
theoretical boyfriend."

"I thought you had an open relationship."

"That presumes we have any relationship at all."

"Not goin' well?"

"I'm not sure how it's goin'. I think he wants to hook up with Nate."

"You don't wanna push the issue?"

"No. He knows where I stand. I'm waitin' for him to make up his mind. But I
won't get too drunk. Toys are no fun when you've passed out. Enough of that
shit. What's your new toy?"

He went into his bedroom, brought out a small box, and opened it. Inside
was a stainless steel personalized cock ring. The engraving said, "COWBOY
COLTON".

My eyes opened wide. "Cool!"

He grinned. "There's more."

He pulled out a second, thinner ring which had a small gap with small knobs
on the ends.

"This is a glans ring. You put it below the head of your cock. The cock
ring, as you well know, restricts the flow of blood and makes you harder
and bigger. This does the same thing to the head, while it provides
stimulation to sensitive areas as well. The combination of the two is
supposed to be amazing."

"Awesome! So I suppose ya wanna try it out."

"Yeah, I do. I put them on and stroked myself a little bit, but I wanna
have sex to get the full effect. And I was kidding about usin' the
restraints too. We'll try that another time."

I was already stripping. "Your guinea pig will be ready momentarily."

************

In the bedroom, I sat on the edge of the bed and watched while Colton put
on the rings. Then I dropped onto my back and spread my legs. Colton knelt
between them and grinned down at me.

"Ready for the great experiment?"

"You bet I am."

Leaning over, he positioned himself. He entered carefully, and then with
one smooth motion, pushed all the way in. His pole wasn't any bigger than
Shago's, but he handled it with a confidence that always made it feel
bigger. From the look on his face, I knew he was pleased with his purchase.

"Oh, shit, that feels good."

"It doesn't feel much different to me. Maybe it will once ya get goin'."

He slid in and out a couple of times. "Yeah, these are gonna be fun toys."

"Super. Go ahead with your experiment."

He continued to slide in and out, proceeding with his evaluation. As usual
with these toy tests, I provided feedback on what was happening to me.

"Oh, yeah. I can feel those two little knobs slidin' back there... It feels
so good..."

Precum dripped from my pole like crazy. I'd never felt anything like it
before.

"This even beats that bumpy dildo you tried last week."

He smiled. "That's because this is the real thing."

"With that enlarged head, you're stimulating my prostate too, this is
wild."

It came on suddenly. "Oh, shit!"

I spurted several mini-loads onto my chest. He chuckled.

"These seem to be simple but effective."

"Not to mention decorative."

As always, I was amazed by his endurance and control. He screwed me for at
least ten minutes non-stop, varying his speed and depth, his face a
constantly-changing palette of pleasure. Then he was getting close. I
waited until he was right on the edge, and squeezed my muscles tight.

"Oh, Jesus! Oh, fuck!"

Aided by the rings, he held back for a couple of seconds before spewing
sperm inside me. I'm not sure how long he came, but it was a lot longer
than Rusty. Gasping with excitement, he thrust in deep one last time.

"Oh, yesssss!"

He leaned over me, breathing hard.

"Oh, my god, that was good."

"So you're satisfied with the toys?"

"Oh, yes. Let's go have another beer. Then I'll try them again. These are
keepers. But right now I'm gonna take them off and give my pole a
rest. You're not supposed to wear them except when havin' sex, and not for
longer than twenty minutes at a time."

************

I woke up in the early morning darkness lying on my back. Colton still
slept, his head on my chest, his right hand posessively on my abs. I smiled
as I gently stroked his thick blond hair and ran my fingers over his
muscular back.

The guy was a stud. He'd tried the rings five or six times in numerous
positions. As much shit as I gave him, I really loved these experiment
sessions. Of course I loved the rest of the sessions too.

He'd declared the toys to be keepers. I'd decided a long time before he was
a keeper too. Maybe not as a boyfriend, but definitely as a boy-toy.

Colton was awake now, and looking up at me with a smile.

"Those rings are awesome, Toby. Did I tell you you're awesome too?"

"You've mentioned it from time to time."

"Good. Make sure I continue to."

"So, do ya wanna try the rings a few more times?"

"Does Smokey the Bear shit in the woods?"

We didn't get up until noon. After a shower, we fixed breakfast together,
reminiscent of my times with Logan. Colton looked over at me.

"What are ya doin' tonight?"

"Gettin' fucked by you again, I hope."

He smiled. "I invited Jace over. His dads were good with it, which
sometimes surprises me. If they knew what he and I do..."

I chuckled. "Believe me, they know, and they're good with it because they
know you well. Jace tells them everything. I had an experience last summer
where he told them in front of me, in graphic detail, what he and I had
done behind the quarry. I was the only one who was embarrassed."

Colton smiled. "That's good to know. I love that little fucker, and I have
some ideas about you and me givin' him a fun evening. By the way, I like
that tattoo."

"Thanks. Once upon a time, I wanted one like Logan's."

He shook his head. "No. You needed to find yourself, and a tattoo that went
with it."


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