Date: Mon, 21 Jan 2008 14:51:33 -0800 (PST)
From: MT
Subject: Rancher Ted

His thick cock pumped relentlessly in and out of my mouth. Rancher Ted
moaned as he pistoned his 9 incher. His hard nuggets slapped against my
youthfully stubbled chin. The small shack where I sleep is between the
main house and the barn. Rancher Ted has visited me again this night. He
works me hard all day. At night, he works me hard too.
[I had come to his weather beaten ranch a month ago. It seemed like a
good idea to work as a ranch hand out West. I come from a privileged
family. My father is a successful Hedge Fund Manager. My mother chairs
many philanthropic charities in New York City. This ranch is a long way
from Central Park West; that's for sure. That's why I signed on when I,
wanting to prove myself on my own, saw an ad in the Phoenix Herald. I am
attending college in Arizona and was looking for a summer job. The
advertisement asked for a young, physically able man to help a Rancher:
Rancher Ted, with his ranch. He has a herd of cattle that graze among the
scrabbled tumble weeds and sage brush.]
I struggled to contain Rancher Ted's thick pork pole. As I blubbered and
sucked, I stroked his thighs and sometimes pressed my fingers into the
forest of black hairs that covered his legs and his tight muscled ass.
Rancher Ted is a 58 year old loner. His wife died years ago. His kids had
left the desolate ranch for greener pastures on the coast soon after. His
craggy face showed a wicked lustful expression as he mounted me tonight.
He had come into the thin walled hut where I slept at about 2 AM.
Probably, he couldn't sleep what with the pressure of taking care of the
herd in the middle of a drought.
[When I first arrived, I was struck by his leathery skin and sharp
features. He was 6'2". Tall and lanky. His eyes were icy blue. His
chopped dark hair was slightly greasy under his cowboy hat. He wore
pointy toed boots, a ranchero shirt and a pair of worn out jeans.
Immediately, I had noticed the bulge created by his manhood in the
crotch. I thought of it later; turning that sight over in my mind. My
second week here, I found out.
That was the week everything changed. I had learned how to post fences,
string wire, pitch hay, round up cattle and unplug irrigation ditches. He
didn't say much as we worked. Just showed me.
'Got it, boy?"
"Yea, think I do, Rancher Ted", I said, as I tossled my unruly hair.
He stared at me intently for a few seconds.
"Good!"
Then we would haul into the faded truck and rumble back to the main
house. I was so tired at the end of the day after eating a silent meal on
my own that I shucked all my dusty clothes and was out like a light as
soon as my head touched the bumpy, sweat-stained pillow on the narrow
metal bed.
That second week, one night, I was roused from a deep sleep by the sound
of the warped wooden door of my hut thrust open. I squinted through the
darkness to see Rancher Ted in his long underwear; a bulge like knuckles
pushed out in the fabric between his legs. He wore his boots and a cowboy
hat. He strode noisily to edge of the bed.
"Boy?"
"Ah, yea, Rancher Ted?"
The thin blanket on my cot was bundled on the side because of the hot
night. I was on my back and I stretched the tiredness out of my naked
limbs in full view of his hungry eyes.
"I'm gonna breed you, Boy!", he said in a forcefully hoarse voice.
He started unbuttoning his johns. I instinctively parted my legs so that
my ripe cock and ball sac lay between my hairless thighs. In the darkness
I could see him quickly strip off his johns.
His huge cock stuck straight out; pulling his tight hairy scrotum up
between his thighs. His package bobbed as he straddled me on the creaky
cot. His warm hairy ass settled on my chest. He shoved his knees into my
armpits. His big cock was leaking a warm fluid. He rammed it against my
startled lips. I opened my mouth to take in this lonely man. His massive
spongy cock head slid over my extended tongue.
He teased me at first.
"You need my old cock, don't you Boy?"
"Yes Sir!".
He raised his right arm and slapped me on the face.
"In the morning, you won't remember any of this. Will you?"
"No, Sir".
He reached back. Grabbed my ankles and lifted them onto his bony
shoulders.
For the next two hours, I felt his rough hands explore my virgin flesh.
He twisted my nipples. Stroked my unwashed hair. Snorted into my neck as
he fucked me. Fucked me hard. Harder. He would rest after a particularly
vigorous go and then collapse; his wet arms encircling my back. After a
few minutes, he would begin again.
"Ohhhhhh!", I gasped as he roughly pushed his thick cock through my anal
sphincter.
"You're so tight Boy!"
I bared my teeth and grunted as his long hard cock pumped my ass.
"Take my seed!!", Rancher Ted commanded.
I pushed my hips up greedily; taking his final thrusts as he unleashed
his spermy hot cum into the deepest parts of me. Emptied, he released my
legs from his shoulders. I had cum simultaneously. Pools of clotted cum
gathered on my six pack abdomen and jelled in my pubic hair. We both
breathed heavily for a few minutes. He, astride me on the cot. Me,
beneath him; prone and spent. My sweat ran little trickles onto the
pillow in the now quiet and cum-hot hut.]