Date: Sat, 5 Apr 2014 19:48:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: David-a Boys Story 3

This story is a total work of fiction. None of the characters herein
resembles any persons that I am aware of. The "Ranch" depicted in the rest
of the story does not exist, that I am aware of. It's a story, enjoy it.

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As I walked through the door two things happened.  She lit into me and I
could smell alcohol, heavily.

"Where in the fuck have you been, it's after ten I've been worried sick."
I should have known not to mess around with her when she's drunk.

"All of a sudden you're worried." I yelled back. "If you were around you'd
know I was at the park, where I usually go cause there's no here to talk to
me".  She swung but I ducked under it and stepped around her.

"You little bastard I work hard to support us, to put clothes on your back
and food in your skinny little belly." That was a very wrong move on my
mother's part. All the anger and frustration, the loneliness and despair of
my young life came pouring out like elephant vomit.

"You rarely get clothes for me and when you do its used clothes. Any idea
what it's like to wear used underwear mom? And the reason I'm skinny is the
shit you call food. I get better food at school and that's pretty
lame. I've never asked for much from you mom, so don't start with the
ungrateful crap, ok?" I went to my room and closed the door, mom hot on my
trail. She hammered on the door saying she asked where I'd been.  I
repeated that I had been with a friend in the park.

"Up to no good I'm sure. You picking on younger kids, huh? Destroying
property; stealing shit, huh?  You're just like your father, a petty
fucking no good crook." She yelled through the door.

"No mom, the only thing I do is get my cock sucked. Sometimes I suck cock
too, I'm sure you know all about that" I yelled back. I'm still not sure
what exactly made me blurt all that out but once out there I couldn't take
it back. It did stop her for a moment though, I gotta say that.

"You what?" she asked, her voice much lower. "What did you say".

"You heard me, you're drunk not deaf" I spat out.  There was no sound then
the door flew open with such force I was thrown off balance and into my
dresser, bruising my ribs in the process. She towered over me, glaring down
in her drunken anger,

"You're having sex in the park, with a man. Is that what you're telling me?
Or is it men, is that why you got all that stuff at Christmas? I never did
trust that whole fuckin thing."

"No, another boy and what the hell do you give a shit for anyhow. You're
never home and when you are you're drunk or hung over. I don't deserve that
and if you can't find the time to care about me I'll find someone who
will."

She didn't say anything for a moment then spat at me, then said, "Fine, do
what you want you little fucking faggot, go peddle your ass on the street,
but don't come crying to me when you get hurt." And she turned and walked
away.

I had these kinds of run-ins with my mother before although not this
intense. I figured that something important, some change in our
relationship had just taken place. I wouldn't find that out till later. I
found out later also, the card inside my jacket pocket. It was a red
envelope, a Valentine's Day card and I figured that Anthony had slipped it
in while Eric and I were in the tub. I opened it, and it was a cute little
card signed only with a flowery A.  Inside the card were 4 fifty dollar
bills.  At first I thought it was cause of Anthony watching Eric and me but
the inside of the card was dated over a week before.

Valentine's Day slid into Easter. Mom and I were rarely awake in the house
at the same time, which was fine with me. I think she was bringing guys
home too but no one was up when I left for school and she was gone when I
got home. I guess she had days off but I never saw her much. The fridge and
cupboards being kept stocked were almost the only indication that she
existed.  I didn't see Eric or Dylan and wondered what was up with
that. Boys still came to look at my cock in PE, the coach still patted my
ass every so often and reminded me that "If I ever needed to talk..."  I
was being sexy with my friends Nate and Sam which was, while not boring,
certainly not nearly as fun as Eric or Dylan.

However, my little friends sure seemed to have a great time. They loved
playing with my huge cock and were totally fascinated by my sperm making
ability. They loved trying to suck my big kid dick and did a pretty good
job too, for little guys. They loved jackin me off and watchin sperms shoot
out and it seemed as if it shot farther and there was more of it.  I
enjoyed sucking on their little cocklets and tight little ball sacs and it
seemed that they too were beginning to grow. Not anything like mine of
course.

I still didn't have any hairs and believe me, I checked every day. I
continued to go and model for Bo at Anthony's and I still wandered around
the house totally naked. Sometimes I would get hot and horny and jack off
in front of Anthony, always making a great show of it for him. I really
loved the old guy and he was so terribly good to me. I really enjoyed being
in his company most of the time; there was a lot he could teach me about
things.

Easter moved into summer, and soon school was out. Eric came down one
weekend and we stayed together at Anthony's where we fucked our brains out,
with Anthony watching of course. Eric got used to it as well and was
learning to trust and like Anthony. The sketches were all completed and I
thumb printed the 10 artist's copies of each pose. These little fuckers
ended up selling for about 5 grand apiece. They weren't very large either;
about 10 by thirteen inches. I got an artist's copy of my favorite which
ended up staying at Anthony's. How in the hell would I ever explain that
one to my psycho mom.

Anyhow, the work was really great and I looked just like me in them. I was
pretty impressed. I told Anthony some time before about the incident with
mom on valentine's day and he said he was at a loss about what to do. He
said he knew a man who had a ranch in Kalispell that I might be able to
stay with. I had said that I had an aunt and uncle there as well but hadn't
seen them in a few years. I might be able to stay with them but I didn't
know. It wasn't like I was planning on leaving but hey, you never know. It
turned out to be much sooner than I had anticipated.

August finally rolled around and so did my 12th birthday. Eric came back
down from Kalispell for that week and we spent most of it together, and not
all having sex either. I still hadn't spent much of my money and of course
now I had about four thousand in the bank.  Anthony must have contacted the
bank to allow me Un-limited access because one Friday I went in to get my
allowance and a lady told me the restriction and limits had been
removed. Probably cause I had so much in there and was so responsible with
it. Anyhow, Eric and I went to the movies, ate at McDonald's whenever we
wanted and played games at the arcade.

On my birthday Anthony took me and Eric out to dinner at a very nice place,
which I can't remember the name of but it was the nicest place I had ever
been in. Afterwards we drove by my house and there were no lights on and no
sign of my mom. I went inside; there was no card, no presents, no cake,
nothing waiting for me. I left a note saying I was staying the night at
Eric's and left.  We got back to Anthony's and of course, both Eric and I
shucked our clothes at the door, and went into the living room. There were
at least a half dozen presents on a coffee table and Anthony said to sit
down while he handed them to me.  There was a small TV and X-BOX for my
bedroom, we didn't have a TV, plus a bunch of games, a nice but not
expensive watch, some clothes and in an envelope a deposit slip for my
savings account that read $1200.00. I almost shit, but not quite. I was
used to Anthony being extravagant, although I didn't expect it, and was
always very appreciative. I suspect that if I was not both of those things,
I wouldn't be here. Pretty simple.

Afterwards we had cake and ice cream and a generally all around good
time. It came time for bed and Anthony showed us to one of the
guestrooms. It was a large room with a king sized bed and had its own
bathroom. After showing us the room he said goodnight and started to
leave. I asked if he was not going to stay with us for awhile. He smiled
and said that he thought that perhaps we might enjoy some privacy for a
change. We put up a bit of a fuss mostly because we really didn't mind him
watching; it was like he wasn't even there, but he insisted that we be
alone this time, and he left, closing the door behind him.

I turned to Eric and fell into his arms and we kissed hugging each other
tightly. Breaking away, we looked down to see two pieces of boy meat, rock
hard standing out between our bodies. We laughed and I said I wanted to
shower so we did and of course, it was the usual ritual of one washing the
other with tender loving care. That didn't make our hard cocks go soft,
believe me.  We finished and headed back into the room to find the bed
turned down, soft lights on, a fresh bottle of lube and cleanup towel on
the nightstand with a silver tray that contained a pitcher of ice water and
chilled glass. And two chocolate kisses. As I have said before, Anthony
knew how to do it right.

I wandered back into the bathroom to put the towels on the rack and came
back to find Eric laying face down on the bed, one leg bent at the knee and
brought up level with his thigh. I looked him over, the line of his back,
his firm tanned legs with a light coating of brownish hair and his firm boy
ass which looked very inviting. His arms were above his head, which was
turned away from me, and he looked as if he could be sleeping. I got on the
bed behind him and kissed on his neck and shoulder, nibbled on his exposed
ear which sent him into shivers and little moans. I kissed down his back to
the curve and kissed and licked in there a little bit, something I knew he
loved. I kissed down to his firm white butt cheeks and to his crack. There
I started the licking, all the way down the cleft, and to the soft sac of
balls resting on the bed. I loved that view of another boy and my cock was
pulsing with anticipation as I licked on the bag, and the seam of flesh
running upward to disappear in the crack at hole.  I knew he loved that too
and licked all along there till his little ass was wiggling.

Then I pulled the cheeks apart, revealing his tight little pink muscle. I
licked all along the inside of a cheek, darting toward his hole with my
tongue but not quite touching it. I licked all around it, bringing his
hotness level up way high before stuffing my tongue onto and in the muscle
itself. That is when the moaning started for real. I pulled the cheeks
apart as far as they would go and licked and slurped all over his hole and
back down to his balls and back to the hole. He was wiggling his ass so
much it was like riding a bike on a bumpy road and his moaning was loud,
his breathing fast.  I stopped and reached over for the lube and when I
turned back he was starting to turn over and I put my hand on his ass to
stop him. He relaxed, knowing that something new was coming up and trusting
me totally. I lubed up a finger and slid it into his asshole the moved so
that I could also lick on his balls while I slid the finger in and out of
him.

He went wild with the feelings, clawing at the pillow under his head as I
drove the finger in and out and did everything but swallow his balls
whole. I readjusted my body and poured some lube in my rock hard cock head
and down the shaft, then readjusted again so that my cock was over his
asshole. I slipped my finger out of him and put my cock head next to the
hole and pushed in. He winced with the pain of the much larger item in his
ass so I stopped but he said to go ahead. I was kneeling so that one leg
was between his and the other one was outside his stretched out leg, which
mean I wasn't exactly behind his hole but just slightly off center. I had
both hands on his cheeks, spread wide open and I watched, fascinated as his
body ate up my whole cock, the whole thing disappearing inside his
hole. The pressure and feeling on my cock from this position was
incredible. And the view was so totally hot.

Once I was in him I began the slow motion of fucking him, drawing out then
driving back inside his warm tight hole. God the feeling was the best, for
both of us. Eric's head was thrashing about back and forth on the pillow as
he groaned and moaned each time my cock bottomed out inside him. I
readjusted again and still fucking him, I leaned forward and blew into his
ear. He turned his head, then torqued his upper body so that we could
kiss. His eyes were almost closed, lidded from the lust and the feelings
tearing through his young body, as we tongued and my cock continued to
slide in and out of him. I leaned back to my knees, to where I was before
then decided to try something a little different. I raised one leg and
planted my foot on the bed, rather like a man proposing. Using my leg now,
to push up, I fucked Eric, literally bouncing on the bed, bouncing my cock
in and out of him. The feeling for him was even more intense and his hole
twitched on my raging cock. I still had both hands spreading his ass as
wide as it would go, watching my cock drive in and out of his body. He told
me to stop a moment and grabbed the towel off the night stand and slid it
under his cock then I resumed fucking him.

Driving, forcing, ramming my cock in and out of his butt, both of our
bodies bouncing on the bed with the action. Then I stopped and laid down on
his back, my legs between his, which were spread open. I drove in him that
way and when I went onto my toes, climbing higher on his back and bending
my dick backward inside of him we both went nuts. On the drive in, I would
go higher with my body, bending my cock which pulled it out of him a little
bit, then slide back all the way in before coming out of him, only to drive
back in and do it all over again. It was just too fucking hot and it took
both of us over the edge.

I came with a force I had never before experience and it seemed as though
Eric was experiencing the same thing as me. It felt as though every bit of
liquid in my body was being drained out through my cock. After we settled
down and the feelings died away, Eric turned his head around again and we
kissed, long and deep. It was hard to maintain for long so he turned back
and we just laid there while my cock softened then slipped out of him. I
rolled off his back and we hugged, tightly without saying a word. After
about five minutes we got up, wiped off then headed for the shower where we
cleaned each other with more care and tenderness than the first time. I
thought I was beginning to understand a little about love, what it felt
like in its different degrees. I really thought I loved Eric.

When we went back into the room there was a little table set up with cake
and some fresh fruit and 2 cans of coke.  The cum towel was gone and clean
one was in its place. What a sweetheart Anthony was. We ate and lay about
then snuggled into bed to sleep. It had been a long day.

We woke to a light tapping on the door about Nine in the morning. I said
come in and Anthony rolled a cart in with breakfast, a regular
feast. Bacon, Sausage, scrambled eggs, home fried potato's, toast and 3
different kinds of jam. 2 small pitchers finished it off, one with OJ and
the other with chocolate milk. I bounded out of bed and hugged Anthony and
kissed him and re-hugged him. I told him he was the most awesomest man I
had ever known. He only smiled and said

"Thank you sir" then left the room.

After we finished eating we showered and I rolled the cart to the kitchen
and cleaned things up, then went into the living room where I knew Anthony
would be. He was. I went over to his armchair and sat on one arm and leaned
my arm around his shoulder and kissed his cheek. Anthony allowed me those
little shows of affection especially after he had done something for me,
like the breakfast.  Over and above that, he never touched me sexually
other than the one time he wiped the cum off my cock and the time when he
held my cock to help jack me off while Eric fucked me.

I never saw Anthony naked either. I asked once why he didn't touch me,
knowing that I would have allowed him that liberty without question. He
kind of answered without really answering. He said that at his age,
watching me like he did was completely satisfactory, besides he loved me
with all his heart and didn't want to become a sexual partner with me, he
wanted me just the way I was, or, we were. I left it alone and never asked
again, nor did I ever try to do anything with him. He knew he could if he
wanted, he never wanted.

We sat around and talked a bit and I asked Anthony if I could leave the TV
and game stuff here until I could see what kind of mood my mom was in. He
said that was fine to just put it in the guest room where we slept.  It was
getting on toward noon and I figure I should get home. I bundled up the
clothes in a plastic shopping bag and Eric and I headed out.  We parted at
the park and agreed to meet back here at dusk that night.

I got home, went in to find the house in a mess, which it hadn't been the
night before. I figured that my mom had a party and wondered if she was
still here. I put my stuff in my room and went back out to clean the place
up and was almost finished with the last of it when I heard her door open
and someone walk to the bathroom and close the door.  A few minutes later
the toilet flushed, feet in the hall, and her door closed. I was done so
went into my room. I was thinking I would head over and see what Nate was
doing since Eric would not be at the park till later and I knew he had
stuff to do with his grandparents. I was sitting on the edge of my bed
tying my Lugz when my mother appeared in the doorway, wearing what appeared
to be only panties and a large man's T-shirt.

"So, where in the fuck you been all night whore boy" she said, her voice
thick with alcohol and who knows what else. "Couldn't even be here to spend
your birthday with me huh", she said as she lurched into the small room. I
wanted to ignore her but I knew that if I didn't say something the
situation would get worse.

"Well I was here last night and you never showed up so I spent it with
friends". My voice must have had some sort of negative flavor to it cause
she got pissed. Of course it could have been her own guilt for all I know.

"Don't talk to me that way you little bastard," she shrilled. "You were too
busy with some old man somewhere so don't' fuckin lie to me".

"No, don't you talk to me that fuckin way mom, I don't deserve this
shit. You fucking skipped my birthday so don't fuckin blame it on me." I
was yelling now and stood up. Then HE came into the room, whoever the fuck
HE was. HE, was a skinny fuck wearing only dingy white cotton briefs that
he didn't fill out nearly as well as I would have.

"You don't talk to your mother that way", he said. I told him to fuck off
and he backhanded me. I fell back onto my bed and he advanced to within
about 2 feet of the bed and, legs in a wide stance and hands on bony hips
said "you won't talk to me that fuckin way either you fuckin little fag
punk".

Well now. I told you that I could take care of myself, right? I been in
plenty of scraps and can do better than just hold my own. When you grow up
dirt poor, that's just the way it is. I knew a few tricks too but I never
had to practice my shit on a grown man. But hey, skinny fuck was just that,
skinny, didn't seem all that fast and he was still fucked up on alcohol and
whatever other shit he put into his wasted body.

I don't know if you know what Lugz are but they are kinda heavy low top
boots that were popular with guys, and I had mine on and my feet were
probly a man's size 8. I also had a tube sock in my pocket, the bottom
filled with small gravel about the size of a thumb nail. They are not round
but kind of sharp edges so when they hit skin they tend to tear it up a
little bit. The sock was tied off just above the rocks to make a ball about
the size of fist that, when swung it made a hell of a weapon. Against
anybody. And I had slipped it out of my pocket.

Skinny fuck was starting to say something else when I shot my left hand
straight out to the side. It had some paper or something in it but the idea
was to distract and of course skinny fuck fell for it. I had sat back up
so, in that instant, I threw myself backwards and my feet came up in a
one-two motion right into skinny fuck's balls with every bit of power in
me. I sat right up again and managed one more kick to the balls as his
upper body started downward. I swung the rock sock and caught him on the
nose splattering it and blood all over hell. I was on my feet and,
continuing the motion with the sock, took it in a figure 8 and came back in
and nailed the fucker on the side of the head by the ear before he hit the
ground. It all happened in less than ten seconds.

I shortened the rein on the sock and kept swinging it in a slow propeller
circle in front of me. My mother was shocked, her hands at her side staring
at me, and my look dared her to say or do anything to me because I would
have nailed her too. She knew it and slowly inched her way over to skinny
fuck who appeared to be out like a light. I guess the second sock hit got
him good. He hadn't even managed to get his hands to his balls.  I slipped
the sock back into my pocket and grabbed my laundry bag. I had done my
clothes fairly recently so it only had one pair of underwear, socks and a
T-shirt in it. I quickly grabbed my best clothes and stuffed them in the
bag. I had few other possessions worth keeping other than my drawing pad,
some pencils and my bank book and all went into the bag. I tied the bag,
put my favorite ball cap on looked at the woman who claimed to be my mother
and said,

"Don't bother to look for me. If you do, and you find me, I will tell
everyone that you both beat me and had sex with me, so leave me the fuck
alone." And I walked out the door. I got my bike, fastened the laundry bag
onto the handle bars with the bottom between my legs and headed toward
Anthony's.  It was the only place I knew where I would be totally safe.
When I got there Anthony let me in, got the story out of me and comforted
me. It was one of the only times I didn't undress when I went in the house.
Anthony and I talked about options.  It was it was too risky for me to stay
there with him. Once again I mentioned an aunt and uncle in Kalispell and
Anthony mentioned a man who owned a ranch up there. He was quite sure that
I would be more than welcome there, and what did I think of that idea.  He
said he had known the man for many years, that he and Anthony were alike in
many ways,

"Though he is certainly not as cultured as I am," Anthony told me with a
smile. I thought about it, thought about relatives that I had not seen in
years and figured that with Anthony's friend at least I would be with
someone who knew someone I knew; if that makes any sense.

"How will I find him" I asked Anthony. He smiled at me and said that I
wouldn't have to, he would take care of it.  He went into his study and
closed the door while I went into the kitchen and made a sandwich. I didn't
see that Anthony had eaten for awhile so I made him one as well, got two
glasses of milk and waited for him to get off the phone. He came into the
kitchen, since I wasn't waiting in the living room, and I told him to sit
down and put the food on the table. Anthony was clearly surprised and he
gave me a kind of "I'll be damned" look that beamed with pride, thanked me
and told me about Kalispell and the man that I would be living with.

"Hi name is Andy and he said he was going to be in town tomorrow about ten
in the morning. We'll go meet him and he will take you back with him.  As I
said, I've known Andy for years and he is genuinely glad to have you come
stay with him David, and I honestly believe that you will love being
there. I will call you frequently and hopefully I can get Jim to drive me
up once a month or so. Speaking of which, I need to call and have Jim come
over tomorrow to take us to meet Andy."

I asked Anthony if I could call Eric and have him come over since I was
spose to meet him tonight and Anthony said that was fine to go ahead, so I
did. Eric came over, we spent a wonderful night together, with Anthony in
attendance of course, as Eric made terrific love to me, filling me with his
sperm, a little something to take with me in the morning. In the shower
afterward he discovered that I had hair growin by my cock. WOW what a day
this had been.

Jim was there by nine and we loaded my stuff into Anthony's Mercedes, a big
black thing with tinted windows and everything. I had never seen any of
Anthony's cars before, he owned three as it turned out, one of which had
been his lovers' and he couldn't bear to part with it.  We all loaded into
the car, Eric coming along with the ride, the three of us in the back
together. Anthony kept his hand on my leg the whole time, gently patting
it, as if reassuring me things would be just fine.  We ended up at the
Missoula airport and went in to where the smaller planes were stored, or
hangered as I found out later.  We drove right over to where there were
people standing around a plane with two engines. They were taking suitcases
and things out of the plane and putting them into a small pickup truck. A
large older man, although not nearly as old as Anthony, with a thick mane
of black hair came toward the car and. He was dressed in jeans and cowboy
boots, had a western type shirt with the little curly cue's above the
pockets. He opened the back door to let Anthony out, and greeted him
warmly. Eric and I got out as well and Anthony introduced us to Andy, who
shook our hands like we were adults.

"Glad to meet you David, glad to meet you. Anthony has told me quite a lot
about you, what happened with your mom and all that. I think you'll like
being at the ranch but if, for some reason you don't, well, we'll figure
something else out. How does that sound to you?"

"It sounds great," I said. "So, should I put my things in the back of the
truck too" I asked. Andy laughed and shook his large head. He laughed even
more at the expression on my face when he said no, we would be putting them
in the plane.

The plane ride to Andy's ranch was way cool and of course my first plane
ride. He gave me a tour by flying around the ranch, which is pretty big,
like 5 or 6 thousand acres or something and when we came in over the main
part I was amazed at how big the house was. It looked like a castle or
something and was bigger than Anthony's house, which was pretty big, and it
was long.  It was a log home, 2 stories high with covered porch across the
front and smaller decks off the second story. Andy landed the plane behind
the house on a grass landing strip.

There was a small electric cart with a little trailer where we parked the
plane and all my stuff was put in the back and we drove the short distance
to the front of the house. My bike would be kept by the back door, which
went into the laundry room and storage room and then the kitchen. Andy
explained that the ranch was like a hotel, that people paid to come stay
here for hunting and other things so it must be kept neat and clean at all
times.  Andy and I and another boy about fourteen carried my stuff up to my
new room on the second floor. Oh man was I surprised. It seemed almost as
big as my house in Missoula it was so huge. The bedroom was like the one at
Anthony's, doors with windows, French doors I learned later, that opened on
to a deck and I had my own bathroom with a huge and very interesting
shower. Andy said that he knew I liked to draw so gave me this room because
it was so light as well as large.  Also he would be putting a desk and
computer in for me and well, it just plain had plenty of room for a
boy. The boy that accompanied us, Nathan, asked Andy if there was anything
else and when told no, he left.

"I want you to be comfortable here David," he said. "Anthony told me a
great deal about you, in fact I knew about you long before last night. So,
I want you to just kind of hang out for a couple days, get adjusted to
being here, then you and I will talk a little more about what it will mean
to you living here. That ok with you?"

I said that was great and thanked him for having me here. He told me to go
ahead and unpack my things then come on down stairs and he would show me
the ranch.  Fifteen minutes later I wandered downstairs and found Andy in
the living room in front of a huge stone fireplace. He greeted me and we
walked through the bottom story, dining room, kitchen, his office, exercise
room, and a couple of bedrooms.  He introduced me to different people we
came in contact with, especially the cook, Maria, and then Nathan.

As we headed outside he told me that there were many boys worked part time
for him, although I was the only one that lived here at the moment. The
boys were aged thirteen on up and performed all manner of chores that were
necessary on a large working ranch.  All of the boys spent some time
working inside the house and the way it worked was, they worked inside for
three days doing all kinds of inside things. The house duty rotated among
all of the boys until they turned eighteen.  When a boy had house duty, he
slept at the ranch in a small bedroom off of the kitchen because his day
started at 5 am and went until 10pm. All of the boys' parents were more
than happy with the arrangement because they knew their sons were learning
a great many skills because their duties ranged from doing laundry for the
guests to helping prepare and serve meals.

The house duty was not an option, it was mandatory for all boys as long as
they worked for Andy, and of course they were paid for it, in fact, they
got paid extra, so no one complained, or if they did, it was mostly just
jokingly. The larger benefit was that it gave the boys immediate contact
with the guests, all of who were wealthy, powerful and influential men,
which Andy would explain to me later.

Outside, we toured the barns and stables, bunkhouse and the guest cabins, a
few of which had guests at the moment. The ranch had a variety of vehicles
from tractors to ATV's and small motorcycles and electric carts. He
introduced me to Teddy, the ranch foreman, and his assistant Ed who managed
the boys and other ranch employees and their work schedules. Being the
middle of August meant that haying was the largest project on the ranch
right now and many of the hands were involved with it. My first few days
were pretty easy going. I spent most of the time with Ed who showed me the
daily workings of the ranch and what a lot of the duties were. I commented
that aside from Maria, there didn't seem to be any women around. Ed said
that was true, that the ranch was essentially a "man's" place and that Andy
could probably explain that to me a lot better than he could.

The talk with Andy came a couple days after I arrived and took place in his
den. First of all school would be starting soon and I would attend in
Kalispell, riding the school bus until I was old enough to drive. I was
expected to get at least average grades, higher grades were always
encouraged and rewarded. Sports were also encouraged and held as much
priority as chores. That meant that the chore load would be lightened, but
not forsaken, for sports.  Chores. I would have things to do after school,
which would be determined by Ed each day. I would be given plenty of time
to study. For the most part, no boy worked past 6 pm, there were plenty of
adults for that. The Ranch.

 "Anthony told me about the nature of your relationship with him David so I
know that I can trust you implicitly.  First, I too, like to watch boys,
just like Anthony did and if you have no objections, I would like to watch
you sometime. Second. The ranch, as Ed told you, is a place for men and for
men to be with other men, or a boy. The men who come here sometimes bring a
boy with them. Sometimes they like a boy who works here. Now, any boy can
spend time with a guest, you included David, and what you do in that time
is totally up to you, not the guest. Some guests are like me, they like to
watch a boy or boys together. Other guests like to be with a boy and that
can mean a lot of different things.

"You should also know though, that drugs, drunkeness, or violence is not
allowed here so all boys are totally safe with all guests. Our guests are
referred here by word of mouth, and many keep coming back for years. Not
all guests are gay, nor do all guests come just to be with boys. Many come
to hunt, camp, or just relax. There are many guests who are not even aware
of our "extra services".  An important thing for you to understand David is
that when it comes to things that are sexual in nature, you are in total
control at all times. Whatever you decide to do or not do sexually, you are
welcome to live here as long as you like and you will continue to be
treated in the same way. Does that make sense to you David?"

"Yes, I think so" I said. "I can be sexy or not, with you or anyone, and no
matter what I will always be welcome and liked. I am okay with that Andy
and I am okay with you watchin me be sexy too. I love Anthony you know, and
I kinda liked being sexy for him and I knew I didn't have to. I do have a
question though. There is a boy, Eric, who lives in Kalispell, who I have
been sexy with, he was at the airport when you picked me up. He is kinda
like a boyfriend so how would that work, I mean, us bein together?"

"Well, Eric is certainly welcome here. We can give him a job here if he
wants as long as he follows the basic rules. If he, or you and he want to
participate in things with guests you may. If not, that is ok too. You can
still sleep with him in your room, as you choose as long as you remember;
chores and school things come first.

"Oh, I almost forgot. When you participate with a guest, often you will be
given a gift in appreciation. It will not be directly to you, but through
me. I don't take any part of it, whatever the gift is, and there have been
some doozies, it all goes to the boy, or boys. It might be money, it might
be gifts, it might be something else. You never know. It's never talked
about, a boy never asks a guest about it and there is no need to thank a
guest the next time you see him. Also, I am always here for you David, no
matter what. If you ever have any questions, concerns, something bothering
you about anything, you are always welcome and encouraged to come to me and
I will do what I can for you".

"Well you haven't showed me the top floor of the house yet," I said.  Andy
got up and said to follow him. We went upstairs and he showed me all of the
bedrooms, 6 of them, ending with his.  Andy's room was as large as mine and
also had its own shower. He had a sitting area with complete entertainment
system and I sat in one of the chairs.  I asked him if he had any good
video's and he just turned on the TV and VCR. The screen lit up and showed
a group of younger guys, like college age or something, sucking on each
other's cocks and fucking and a bunch of stuff.  I hadn't spermed since I
left Anthony's so was kinda horny and started rubbin on the front of my
jeans. Andy just sat and watched both me and the video. My cock was getting
hard and a little uncomfortable in my pants so I unbuttoned and unzipped
them so I could rub on my cock just through my briefs. Finally I just
pulled my jeans off and my cock was stretching the fabric so I just stood
up and pulled them off too.

Andy almost shit. I could hear him gasp as I freed the thing and stripped
naked in front of him. I was pretty hot watching the video so grabbed onto
my big dick with both hands and started jackin off. It didn't take long
before I was squirting hot sperm onto my chest. I still wasn't making a lot
of cum but I had some cool cum shots from time to time.

"That's the the biggest cock I've had ever seen on a boy your age David and
I've seen quite a few. It's pretty spectacular I must say. You could
probably make a fortune here if you wanted and that's without touching
another guest. They'll get off just looking at your big cock and if you
decided to be sexy with another boy well, hell, you will most definitely
prosper nicely.