Date: Thu, 2 Jan 2003 12:52:06 -0800 (PST) From: J M Subject: DUDE RANCH III I turned to Rod sitting next to me on the airplane and said, "Can you believe it's been a year since we met at the dude ranch and had that white German Shepard?". "Yeah, I know, it seems like yesterday", he replied. The company decided that we all needed to go back, this time for team building exercises. We landed, claimed our bags, and took the transfer bus back to the place where I was introduced to dog/man sex. I couldn't help but get a tingle as I looked over at Rod, the magnificent dog sex addict that got me hooked, then let me get fucked by his equally magnificent Great Dane, Thor. What a year it's been, I thought. We stepped off the van at the ranch, and my eyes were immediately drawn to the handsome cowhand standing there with the white Shepard. It was as if they never left that spot a year ago. "Howdy, I'm Dusty and I'm gonna be yer team leader this week", he announced in his hick drawl. "Oh, Okay", Rod replied. I asked, "Who's on our team?". "Jest yew and the big dude", referring to Rod. "Y'all git a horse and a bedroll in the bunkhouse, then we leave at four", he said. "Whoa pardner", said I. "What do you mean we get a horse and a bedroll?". "Yep, that's what I said. Turned out that Rod and I sufficiently ignored each other throughout the year in order to keep people from suspecting something, only to be considered not team players. Consequently, we were put together with this hick in an attempt for us to "bond" and become team members. I laughed to myself when I considered the word "bond". I thought, "Oh, we've bonded alright!". We were shown where to go and get our things and promptly told that we wouldn't be needing anything we brought, with the exception of personal items like toiletries. In the bunkhouse we were issued "cowboy" clothes, for lack of a better way to describe them. That means bluejeans, a chambray shirt, boots, and chaps. "Chaps? Cool!", we both exclaimed. "Yer gonna need 'em on the trails, dudes", said Dusty. "They ain't fer looks". We looked at each other and rolled our eyes. We were shown to a changing room and then we stripped and changed. "Hey, you're bald down there too", said Rod when he saw me naked. "Yeah, I thought I'd shave and surprise you". "Well, our friend Dusty will sure wonder how he got too baldies if we have to bathe in the river!", Rod said laughing. I admit that I blushed at the thought. "What's your wife going to say?", he asked. "She's been shaving her pussy for years, so I'll just tell her that I did it to surprise her", I replied. After we changed into our ranch duds, we were taken to the barn to pick out our horses. We walked into the barn and immediately started laughing. Dusty said, "What's so funny?". "It's a private joke", I replied. "Maybe not as private as ya think", he said. Rod and I looked at each other and probably turned as white as a sheet. We just ignored the remark hoping that he was just getting back at us for having a private joke. We picked our horses, a mare and a stallion with huge balls and the biggest dong I've ever seen. We saddled them up, put our bedrolls on the saddles, and followed Dusty out of the barn. The sun was getting low in the sky as we rode out of the corral. Suddenly, the white German Shepard pranced up along side the three horses and Dusty called out, "C'mon Bullit, we're gonna ride tonight". Dusty was taking us and the dog out into the Gallatin wilderness for a week of "team building" exercises. We both wondered what kind of "exercises" we were in for. As we rode, I studied Dusty for awhile and decided to take a chance, saying, "You can drop the phony hick accent, Dusty, or whatever your name is". He looked at me and answered in the finest grammar and diction, "How did you know?". I simply said, "No cowpoke I've ever seen has manicured fingernails and a neck that looks more like a babies ass than leather". He laughed and admitted that it was all an act for the tourists, who generally eat it up. Then he said, "How long have you guys been fucking dogs?". We almost fell out of our saddles when he said that. Rod blushed and then said, "You must have been in the barn that night, considering your earlier remark". "Yep", he exclaimed in an exaggerated hick accent, then he burst out laughing. After he composed himself, he admitted that Bullit just finished doing him when Rod came into the barn looking for the dog. It turns out that Dusty was up in the hay loft cleaning off the dog cum that was pouring out of his ass. "Bullit is a real whore of a dog", he said. "He hasn't fucked me in days, so we're gonna have fun tonight. We rode for a couple of hours talking about how we're going to describe our "team building" exercises to the other sales staff, eventhough we planned several days of dog fucking amongst other things. We made camp in a small clearing surrounded by woods and miles from the rest of the world. Dusty decided that his real name wasn't important and we were Okay with that. Bullit sat patiently as we built a fire and arranged our bedrolls around it. Dusty went into the woods and came back wearing only his chaps. He was ripped without an ounce of fat to hide his musculature. His sinuous body dressed only in chaps made my dick jump with excitement. "You guys might feel more comfortable this way", he remarked. His large uncut penis dangled freely and his large shaved ballsac hung there even lower than his cock. I asked if his ballsac was naturally that low or if he used a stretching device. He went to his saddle bags and pulled out three leather ball stretchers that had snaps on them and said, "You just pull your balls down, wrap this strap around them and fasten the snaps; it keeps your balls two inches away from your body and over time makes them hang lower". We both said "Cool, can we try them?", almost in unison. "Sure, just drop your drawers". We both stripped and when Dusty saw our bald genitals, he exclaimed, "Wow, can you do that to me?". "Of course", Rod replied. We put our chaps back on and admired how each of our butts looked framed by these neat leather togs. We also liked the way the open crotch gave free access to our cocks. Dusty knelt down in front of Rod and pulled his ballsac down to what seemed like his knees. Rod looked down and could not believe they stretched that far. Dusty had Rod hold them down low as he opened the leather ball stretcher and wrapped it around his scrotum. He snapped it shut and his balls sucked up to them being held about two inches below his perineum. He did the same to me and I immediately got a huge erection. "Nice one man", let's not waste it. He whistled to Bullit and the dog immediately ran over to him. He got down on his knees in front me and Bullit immediately mounted him. The dog wrapped his front legs around Dusty's waist and started ramming his dog cock into Dusty's ass. What a site that was; a buff guy in chaps getting his ass pumped by a big white German Shepard. The dog furiously fucked Dusty as he took my cock into his mouth. There I stood getting a blowjob from a guy being fucked by a dog. I didn't know how long I could last. Suddenly, as I stood there I felt a lubed finger up my ass. Rod was lubing me up for a fuck. He took his uncut meat and rammed it into me as Dusty sucked my cock and Bullit dog fucked him. We were all aglow in campfire light with billions of stars shining down as this natural ballet of dog fucking, cock sucking, and ass pumping took place. Rod was the first to cum. He groaned loudly as he blew his load into my rectum. His hot load and the massaging action of his dick on my prostate made me blow a huge load into Dusty's mouth. I moaned as he gulped and took every drop. Bullit had already rammed his knot into Dusty who was obviously so used to it that it slipped in easily. Rod pulled out of me, and Dusty let my cock fall out of his mouth as Bullit jumped down and turned to tie with Dusty. "He's going to be awhile, so why don't you guys get out a shaving kit", he said. Rod ran to his saddle bag and got out a small can of shave cream and a disposable razor. Dusty got up on his knees and turned to Bullit saying, "Stay boy". The dog just stood there motionless as he pumped cum into is bitch, Dusty. "Why don't you shave me while I wait for Bullit to finish?", he asked. Rod got some water to rinse the shaver as I lathered Dusty up who was kneeling before me. After the shave cream had a chance to soften the pubes, Rod squatted down with his chaps on and his ballsac hanging down inside it's leather straight jacket. He started to shave Dusty's crotch. His balls were already shaved, so Rod only had the large patch above his cock to clean up. I just watched as Dusty suddenly was as hairless as we were. "That's too cool; I've always fantasized about being bald down there", he said. His cock was as hard as a rock and at least eight inches long, and even when erect it was covered by his ample natural foreskin. I was envious because mine was restored and his was God-given. Rod stepped aside and I took Dusty's now shaved cock into my mouth. I peeled back his foreskin and took in the intoxicating scent of his smegma. I pulled it back forward and let my tongue explore his glans penis, or cockhead, inside it's skin. It was as smooth as a baby's behind from years of being protected by his prepuce. Mine, on the other hand, was a bit rough from the years of being unprotected, but my new foreskin was allowing it to heal. I expected it to be as smooth as Dusty's in a few years. I deep throated Dusty as Bullit finished impregnating him and disengaged. As Bullit's dog cum rushed out of Dusty's ass, he blew his load into my mouth. Spurts of hot Dusty-cum splashed against the back of my throat; so much that I had to immediately swallow or gag on the volume. It was hot and sweet. We all got cleaned up and then sat by the campfire wearing only our chaps and ball stretchers. We talked about our experiences and planned what we'd do for the rest of our time together in the wilderness. Bullit ran off chasing a rabbit.