Date: Fri, 21 Oct 2016 13:46:25 +0000 From: TCHASE MCPHEE Subject: ?JoLLy RaNCHeRs? 24 % This work of fiction is set in the format of real-world situations. Identifying details to real people, alive or dead, is entirely coincidental in nature. % 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 laws and conscience. The pages of this story contain `adult material', intended for an `adult audience.' Bypass this warning at your own risk! % 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. % 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" 24 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee ^ 0 ^ % "Well," Jackson finally says, seeing little light left in the sky, "can you show me where Wolfgang and I will be staying?" For Rusty and Michael, the cot-in-a-tent wasn't working for them. At the start of daybreak, today, they had thought about finding a proper place to shack up. "Well, you see," Rusty says, "the arrangements right now, for Michael and me, they aren't working out." Michael fills Jackson in, about how uncomfortable cots are, made for just lying on the back, "and forget about turning over. You do that...you flip right on the floor! Like what good is that, when you're..." He just smiled, thinking of the implications. Sure, it was easy for Rusty to just lie there, take it all in. For Michael though, kissing, leading to something more, like gliding a tongue down the middle of the great divide, legs would run out of bed-space...forget it, by the time his mouth reached his lover's pleasure center! Next best thing, Jackson says, "well, glad I came prepared," he dislodged the big, bulky hiker's pack from over his shoulders, allowing it to settle with the dust. Rusty, still attached to Wolfgang, watches as Jackson reaches into the deep pack and pulls out a bundle. "Oh good," Michael says, "you brought a tent!" Standing there, petting Wolfgang all over, Rusty took mental notes. Though, how guilty was he, than Michael, watching Jackson prep the tent for raising? "Never leave home without it," Jackson replies, "that is, when I'm out in the wilderness." "Without a proper place to bed down," Rusty relates, "it sure does feel like a wilderness." "We've been roughing it," Michael says, "using whatever heat we can generate from...you know?" Drawing his own conclusions, Rusty states, "let me guess...you two were once lovers, Michael ran off to college, you never broke up and now that I'm in the picture, you've decided to break up, but don't want to talk about it in front of me," Rusty didn't forget, "and Wolfgang?" Thinking Rusty on the right track, Wolfgang lets out a little yelp! However, sketchy on things, Jackson says, "I don't know, Mike, did what we have going, ever get to relationship status?" Shrugging both shoulders, Michael replies, "I don't think so." Then, like asking for Rusty's approval, "the occasional jerking each other off and friendly kissing, would constitute a relationship?" He pretty much got the picture, "who am I to say?" However, it did tickle Rusty's mind to know, "um, like, either of you guys, you didn't fuck the other?" A glorified bottom in his own right, Michael laughs it off, "you're kidding right?" "He's not kidding," Jackson says. Then, in confessing, the dirt comes out, "not which I wasn't tempted!" Sitting down on a log, Rusty held on one arm, what would eventually become a 60-65 pound adult husky, "and did you...give into temptation?" Adamant, Michael dictates, "don't worry, I'm still a virgin!" "Really?" Jackson says, dividing his reaction between Rusty and Michael. "Tonight," Michael says, like it's an embarrassment, "was supposed to be the night we pull all the stops out!" "And thank you Michael, for making our private life go public?" Putting a hand over his mouth, Michael exclaims, "Oops!" Directing to both of the couple, "trust me, what you two do in bed, is your own business. It's just that..." Michael stood there with pride, Jackson spelling out just what the two had, going on before Rusty came into the picture. "Well," Rusty is relieved to find out, "lying next to each other, cocks in each other hands, winding up with a creamy finish, I'd hardly think of it as...more than friends." "On that note," Jackson leans away from the tree he was resting against, "shall we get the tent up, so we have a place to jerk off in tonight?" Rusty wasn't saying, one way or the other, what would happen when Michael and he would start working towards a climax. For now, Jackson didn't say either, he and Michael raising the tent. Michael did have one thing to say, "oh great, you only brought 1 sleeping bag, Jacks?" Rusty was too busy babying Wolfgang to catch the last comment! % Near the tail end of the volleyball match, Coury says to Bart, "I'm just going to check in on Justin...see what he's up to tonight." All Bart could do is shake his head back and forth, upon Coury announcing, for the tenth time today, checking up on his son. However, he didn't blame Coury for the concern shown. Bart sure wishes he had the kind of dad that had the same regard for a son. All the things they had accomplished today! At not less than 5 times today, did Bart wish Coury was his dad. Thoughts came without thinking, fishing, swimming, running through the woods, naked. After dwelling on these things, it burst Bart's bubble, realizing his mentor a counselor and not biologically bringing him into the world. Some memories stuck in a person's mind, which could last forever. These were some of the things Bart had missed all his life, knowing he would not be forgetting these past few days. This is where the line was drawn, separating father and son, from being friends. Lying naked, face to face, chest to chest, stomach, stomach, and the rest, it went beyond all that, Bart thinking about how this could all pan out. He tossed off the fact of Coury being 22 years older than himself. Feelings had a way of banning the barriers of age and allowing a person to be set free, to do and act according to oneself and not how rules of attraction dictate. He wondered how this would all pan out. However, just like Michael, not paying attention, the volleyball pounces Bart on the head! "Hey...what the fuck?" It left Bart in a momentary buzz, having fallen on his ass, looking like he was ready to do the crab walk. "You okay, man?" Looking up, Bart was ready for a fight, except instead of what had been the usual, an angry dude to take him on, there was a hand of mercy, which left him dazed, "what?" "Sorry. It was me who punched the ball...my fault it bonked you on the head?" If this had been 2 weeks ago, Bart's emotions might have run wild, wanting to jump up and pop the dude in the stomach. However, the time in between has shown the 20-year old offender, how solving a problem was more lucrative using knowledge of understanding a situation, before reacting. For certain, looking up at the helping hand offered, Bart's scope went beyond the kind invitation, right up the almost hairless abs, through the valley of a fuzzy chest, to a smiling face. Of course, all this eye candy had started at the bulging man-briefs! The whole time he grabbed the dudes hand and catapulted upwards, Bart was checking him out, until they stood there, lips with smiles, both seeing, without saying, they liked what they saw. "Yeah, well...thanks for the hand," Bart mellowed. "I'm Zack York," and without wasting time, about how he landed in the offender's program, "I'm here under a DUI charge. They say I'm lucky I didn't wind up in jail. How about you? You new here?" It was much to process for Bart, including how handsomely gorgeous Zack was decked out to be, "I've been here a few days." "Oh. Really?" Zack realizes he's the underdog. "Well, great then...maybe you can point me in the direction of my counselor?" Bart watches him whip out a computer generated paper, "Gianni Rizzoli. Ever hear of'm?" First, a quick shrug of the shoulders, then Bart informs, "nope!" "Oh," Zack says, a look of disappointment, thinking the `cute boy' knew everything! "But I'm sure Coury can help you out." Realizing the more personal approach, Bart mends his ways, "I mean, Mr. Gendreau?" `Wow,' Bart thought, after saying it, how employing Coury's last name, it was like a distasteful grape in his mouth! "Is he around here?" Noticing Coury talking to a shirtless `adult', Bart says, "he's right over there, talkin' to some guy. C'mon, we'll ask him." Following Bart gave Zack the time to study the physique. For certain, this guy had to workout at least 4 to 5 days a week, though he wasn't a total muscle head. "Uh, Mr. Gendreau?" he interrupts Coury. Bart smiles, like it was a joke, tasting the `sour grapes' again. About to question the formal name-calling, Coury recognizes Bart, being overly courteous for a reason, "yes?" "This is Zack. He's a new recruit for your offender's program. I guess," Bart approaches the subject, "there's more than one guy like you?" Before Coury could react, Zack has the paper out, "It says on this paper, the counselor I'm supposed to report to." Darned if Coury knew who Marco was hiring. Besides him, who else were there to handle the offenders? However, he also recognizes the name, "I'll be damned!" Of course, Bart wondered what that was about, but also the dude Coury had been talking to, "you a new counselor too?" It was the dude Coury had been talking to, which Bart finds out, is no stranger to his mentor. "Oh no, I'll be involved with environmental issues which turn up." "I'm Bart. So far I've worked at odd jobs around here. Coury's my counselor. I suppose you're wondering what I did so wrong, to be here?" "No, not really," he introduces himself with a smile, "Sam...Lassen." Cute, Bart knew, if an older dude didn't respond with a handshake, rather a quaint smile, there was no interest there, even if it meant being friends. Though, unknown to him, it was more complicated than shown, Sam steering his eyes in Coury's direction. If there was opportunity knocking at his door, Sam would want to stick around. Since Coury was tied up in conversation, he used Bart as the vehicle to hang around, "I'm from Seattle. You?" "I live...well, used to live in town, until me and my buddy got into trouble. We have to spend the whole summer working off our sentences, here." Needing to prolong the chat, "I `am' a little curious. What awful, terrible thing did you do, to land yourself here?" "We beat up some guy," Bart was leery about `why'. "It's a complicated thing really." Explaining, beating up a dude because he's gay, when the two guys doing it, are gay too, it was better to leave things vague. In a way, Bart wondered why he bought up at all. Then again, if he didn't, he would not be able to tell how Coury helped to change his views towards bullying some poor, defenseless guy. Moral of the story, all it did was to get himself and Bret into trouble. Indeed, Coury thought it an excellent idea, Marco bringing on Gianni Rizzoli, a mutual comrade from old Army days. It was great catching up a bit, but a decade worth of remembering good ole times would take more than idle chat. Too, Coury and Gianni did have something going at one time, while in the service - `don't ask, don't tell', so it wasn't like they had no history in the making. Except longevity did not prevail! Gianni, thinking they could reconnect, pick up where they left off, thinks otherwise, "yeah, well, looks like you have your hands full, with your young `prisoner'." "Yeah," Coury replies. Though, stealing a glance in Bart's direction, his eyes fell more on the older man, caught up in conversation. Seeing this going nowhere, Gianni says, "well, I better check up on the prisoner I'm assigned to." That had caught Coury's attention earlier, Gianni using the same calling, "uh, we don't use the word, `prisoner' around here." "Then," Gianni pauses, "what do we refer to them as?" Smiling, it seemed a good time break off conversation, Coury stating, "their name?" "Oh.Yeah.Right," Gianni watches, Coury walking off. "Catch you later...for a beer?" "Wait there a minute, Gian. I'm about to help you out, yet again?" There was some `message' there, yet nothing Bart, nor Zack could gather from the eye contact, Coury's smile. "Yeah. Right," Gianni replies, folding arms across his middle. "What am I going to `owe you for' this time, Coury?" "Zack," he pats Gianni on the shoulder, "he's your `prisoner'!" Switching his gaze to Zack, "oh." "Hi," Zack smiles. Chain of events, after Zack had checked out Coury, spoken with Bart, he checked out Gianni, shaking his hand. More into stalking-out guys his own age, Zack was happy to stick by Bart's side. Too, not only being handsome, Bart was so knowledgeable about the ranch. "Later," Coury seems to brush Gianni off. Just as well, because from out of the woods, a hidden pathway brings Marco, a young guy at his side. Decked out in plain sports clothing, hauling a backpack over his shoulder, the two are chatting. About ready to walk back to the road, Gianni is stopped by Marco's hand pressed to chest, "don't go anywhere." "Apparently," Gianni says, looking down at Marco's palm. It could have felt good to Marco, slipping all five digits in between a button or two, knowing he would find a mass of fur under Gianni's shirt, but this wasn't the time, nor place! Dropping his hand, Marco says, "here," reaching back, he brings the lad forward, "this is Mat. You know what to do." "But I already..." Glancing to Zack, then over to the new guy, Mat, "Uh, okay, well, there it is then. Hi. I'm Gianni." Turning back around, "and this is Zack." Mat stood there, perplexed. For certain, he was under the impression he was to meet up with a tough drill sergeant. As he thought it went, his father and Marco, military men themselves, Mat was happy it wasn't a mongrel of a man, "yeah, well I'm Mat. But oh, you already knew that. What happens now?" He didn't act like a tough, stuck-up boy, living off the payroll of his father, caught between drugs and drunk-driving, Gianni says, "uh-h-h..." Glancing back over to Coury, the new guy, Sam and Coury's young offender, "why don't we see what the others are up to?" `Wow,' Mat thought to himself, thinking he was `high', noticing all the hot men dotting the wooded area. Not watching where his feet were walking, "oh-shit!" Perhaps, because Bart had not been caught up in conversation with Coury and Sam, could be the reason he made a dash for the newcomer. "Nice," Bart called it, or rather the sight of Mat, lying faced down in the dirt, but then amends his comment, roping Zack into the conversation, "what do you think...we should help him up?" Falling forward, all a person could view of Mat, was the pack on his back and tight pants. Lifting his chest off the ground, he begs, "I sure could use a hand?" "What do you think?" Bart again assesses the situation. Zack shrugs both shoulders, replying, "help." But for a few seconds there, they just stood there, hovering above Mat. Getting to his knees, Mat could've jackknifed himself up to standing, but left it up to opportunity, "well, you going to give me a hand, or what?" "Sure," Bart agrees. Though, instead of by hand, Bart reaches down for the two straps securing the pack to Mat's back. Zack just stands there. Another `wow', not which Mat weighed a ton, more muscle than flab, sighed at Bart giving him lift, up. "Thanks," Mat replies, brushing the dirt off his front. "You're welcome," Zack beats Bart to the punch! "Really?" Bart comments. Immediately, it came to Mat's mind, "you guys workout?" Quickly Mat gained ground, planting both feet in the dirt. Bart guessed him being 2-3 inches taller, surely having as much muscle as himself, or why else would there be a pickup line to follow? Though again, Zack oversteps his boundary, "yeah, I do." Then, realizing the question was directed at Bart, "uh yeah, we both do!" It was clear, the `stare', each checking out the other. The trio probably could have worked each other into some compromising positions, but as fate would have it, the counselors began to counsel, "uh, are we ready to get with the program?" Program? It was the weekend. Divided into equal parts, the 3 lads huddled in a half circle, the other part, they stood; Coury, Gianni and Sam. In a normal, 9-to-5 world, the weekend would be reserved for rest, relaxation, which Gianni, having been lectured by Marco, "so, what happens around here on the weekends?" For certain, Coury hadn't a clue, this being his first week at the ranch, "um. Orientation, I suppose?" "Well," Sam breaks the ice, "since I'm hired to survey the land for environmental issues, I should get busy?" Since Coury was the first counselor inaugurating the offender's program, he had been chosen by Marco to make sure the EPA official found everything to be satisfactory. In order to make life easier, which would be keeping Bart on the straight path, his eyes on Sam's responsibilities... "Much later," Gianni says. "Uh, wait a minute there, buddy, good friend, uh..." Coury's hand on Gianni's arm, his buddy looks at it in an unfriendly way, like confrontation. If strangers, it could lead to a fistfight. Friends, it could mean something more than friends, "hmm, what did you have in mind?" Gianni's smile told all, but being not the time, nor place, plus Coury's eye more on the environmentalist, "really, Gianni?" Right now wasn't the right time for innocent lover's play. Coury, surveying the immediate area, responsibility had prior commitment. For himself, there was Bart to think about, then his new assignment, Sam, who lucky for him, had found something interesting about moss on a tree. Then, with Gianni looking for direction and the two offenders assigned to his friend, Zack and Mat, luckily Coury was a good multi-tasker! If that wasn't enough, Bart had migrated towards Sam and taken an interest in the green stuff, growing up the tree. He didn't have time for jealousy, whether Bart making a play for Sam, or Coury himself, not being able to choose between who was the hotter guy. So many questions for one guy to set his mind on overload, "Okay. This is what we're going to do," Coury leads Gianni and his 2 wards towards the mossy tree. Then, Bart's interest in Sam began to dissipate. "Hey, wanna go fishing tomorrow?" Bart offers up to Mat and Zack. "Sure," Zack replies, wanting to get in good with the dude who already knows the turf. Mat was indifferent, going along. While Coury was checking with Sam, on the suggestion of a walk through nature, Gianni turns to the 3 lads, "uh, don't forget to check with your counselors?" "I thought," Zack connects with words spoken earlier, "on the weekend we were on our own time?" Spelling out how it went, as Bart perceives things, "it's a no-brainer. You do what's expected of you and you get privileges in return, like going fishing." Mat says, "I think I can hack that. Uh, where do they keep the beer?" "Um, I said we get special privileges, but I don't think drinking beer is one of `em." Shrugging both shoulders, the subject wasn't dead with Mat, saying, "Coury tell you that?" "No, but the way I look at it, for certain it's not going to turn into a drunken brawl. If it did, we'd be in the offender's program longer than we thought. Right back at day one. Maybe even doing jail time. Nope," Bart continues his tirade, "that's not for me. Trust me, I'd rather be roaming a forest, or fishin' and swimmin' all summer long." Their first day on the premises, now Zack and Mat were looking to Bart for direction. Gianni finally tearing himself away from Coury and Sam. In general, tents and beds were up for grabs, first come, first served. However, Coury did mention, for offenders and their counselors, their village of tents were separated from the rest. For certain, for the amount of tents, versus how many offenders had been incarcerated, there was a lot `up for grabs!' "Nice of you to be our tour guide," Gianni says, Coury, Sam and himself their own trio. Lagging behind, Bart walks with Mat and Zack, which Gianni didn't see a problem with Coury, so let it be so. "Hey," Coury responds, "the trees, they all look alike. A person, they could get lost out here." Sam, whom seemed a little shy, speaks out, when something pertaining to his turf surfaces, "not if you have a compass," he produced one, on the palm of his hand, "and know how to use it?" "Remind me," Gianni flirts, "if I ever get lost, it's with you, Sam!" Coury just rolls his eyes, clicking his teeth. "Might not be the case I'm around, which is the reason Marco asked me to bring everyone up on, how to get `un-lost'!" "Is that even a word?" It's not which Coury was not humored by the conversation, but felt he had first dibs on Sam, being Gianni showed no interest. If his friend hadn't changed, Coury would be right in thinking Gianni not interested in relationships. Thinking about it, as they traveled the pathway, Gianni was the type of guy to meet a dude at a bar, follow him home, divide and conquer, or be conquered, and then move on. Never once has Coury ever seen Gianni with the same guy twice, that is, excluding himself! When Gianni related to the first guy he ever fucked, captain of his military high school football team, he felt sorry for the head footballer. He smiled, thinking of the first time he and Gianni hit it off. First Coury had the pleasure of tasting lips, working his own down Gianni's chest, lapping the dark hair, following the stomach trail as if a map, tongue falling into his sinkhole and then coming to the trailhead. Hiking was well worth the effort, a big, scrumptious treat waiting in the gorge of his thighs! It would've been nice, thinking about it as he walked along, reminiscing alone, but as it happens, Coury wasn't keeping on topic. "Isn't that right, Coury?" "Yeah. Sure Gian," Coury admits, even though he hadn't heard a word of conversation, nor the question. He had to stop these daydreams! Thankfully, Bart was paying attention, feeling a tug on a sleeve, "he was talking about how you two met, you're first time at your place and wanted Sam to know how tight your ass was!" After the brief explanation, both Bart, Zack and Mat laugh their asses off. It's even funnier, Coury catching up to Gianni, and in a blaming tone, "you know, Gianni, whatever we did a long time ago, was a long a time ago, which means you don't have to blab it all over the ranch?" Sam, doing his nature thing, had scouted ahead, out of voice range. However, Bart could relate, in almost a whisper to his new buds, "I was wondering about that, being Coury and me never made it that far!" Walking along, Zack's hand to Bart's shoulder and stopping, almost causes whiplash, "you mean, we're allowed to get it on with our counselors?" "Oops," Bart replies, "did I say too much?" Mat shares opinion, "no. Keep going, Bart!" The look on Zack's face, he wanted to know more too. Knowing Coury would be mad as hell if it got out, Bart plays it cool, "it was only playing in the water when we was swimming. You know how it is...when you're chicken-fightin' with a guy and don't have no pants on?" Zack could relate, though only a thin piece of fabric keeping the family jewels from touching a dude's neck. "Nope," Mat says, "haven't had the pleasure!" In order to keep things cool, Bart says, "well, just don't go blabbing it around." "Blab what?" Zack says, keeping it under wraps. Way ahead of them both, Mat says, "because, if you ever did say anything about Bart, getting it on with his counselor, he'd probably have to kill you!" The three of them laughing it off. Knowing Mat was joking, `or wasn't he?', Zack sends a message, "well, before you do, can you rape me first?" It's something which too distant for the conversation, like future-future, but it had been on Bart's mind since Mat lay faced down in the dirt, "I don't have to think of killing you, to fuck you, Zack?" Bart had already confessed to Mat, since Mat had told about why he was at the ranch, drugs and drunk-driving, that he was there for beating up some dude with his friend. Therefore, Mat wasn't reluctant to add, "I'd be cool with, if you put me in a full-nelson and your friend tested out my abs?" Thinking he's put all that behind him, Bart says, "I've been trying to forget that chapter of my life behind me. Besides, there's plenty of ways to test your strength around here." Walking side by side, they had become pals, Mat kind of happy to be alongside Bart, Zack on the other side, arm over arm, of each other's shoulders. The story turned more interesting than gut-punching abs, Bart telling of watching four bare-chested construction guys, shirtless, picking up a thick log. "Awesome," Mat replies, sharing, "maybe we can workout with them, if you catch my drift?" "I'm game," Zack adds. For right now, like a log being added to a dying fire, "I'm cool with that!" % Before evening would come to a close, Rusty wanted to check out an old friend. "I don't think you visit him enough?" Michael says, the pair walking along through the forest. Arm wrapped around Michael's, Rusty says with a squeeze, "Well, I've become so busy?" "Busy?" Michael adjusts his cowboy hat, "no offense, but you don't know what `busy' is!" He defines it, "`busy' is having a job like mine." "Oh really?" Rusty twists Michael around by the arm. "Who do you think it is that's helping you do follow up?" "Oh. Right." Those puppy-dog eyes were enough for Rusty to relinquish, "okay, you're forgiven, but don't let me hear you..." He didn't get to finish, Michael so grateful, backing Rusty up against a tree. Then, out of the wilderness comes a voice of fate, "Isn't this sweet?" Good thing Josh added a chuckle, erasing the serious nature of questioning, "keeping busy, Michael?" There, at his side was Josh's `new' friend. It could happen to anyone, meeting a dude, then instantly finding out it not working out, as it did with Eric. Strangely, with Josh, anyone who rode with a bike between their legs, became an immediate attachment. Fearing nothing, Josh suddenly happened upon a cowboy, already donning the typical look, straw hat on his beautiful, brown-haired head, complete with hazel eyes. To top it off, they both shared the same sense of humor! "More like, keeping `Rusty' busy!" After picking Josh Keegan up on the mountain road, conversation informed Rusty and Michael, Josh a cool guy. Un-puckering his lips, Michael turns around and after seeing Josh with another dude, "just busy," he detours from private business, "and who is that you're with, Josh?" Eyes darting back and forth, from Josh, to the guy accompanying him, Josh was ready to retract his statement, "Oh. Well. You must have Jeremy's name on your list?" What was Rusty to do...just stand there? "Hi. You'll have to forgive Michael's rudeness," he offers a hand to the dude, which Rusty figures is not much older than himself, "I'm Rusty." "Jeremy...Jeremy Carmack. After I met the guy in charge, Josh was the next person I saw, so he said he would show me around." He also adds, "if I were you, I'd steer clear of that guy. Looks like he could kill someone just by looking at him!" Rusty and Michael look at each other, smile, knowing it could only mean, `his dad', "thanks for the warning." "Yeah," Michael adds, "we'll make sure we keep our distance!" Even Josh wasn't keen on who was who, so could not add his 2 cents. Jeremy didn't seem to fit the picture of a dude ranch. Dressed in jeans, the rest of the outfit was out of place, dark crew tee shirt, semi-dressy jacket, though the hat did add slight definition. "You know him, then?" Jeremy says. Rusty didn't let on, `Marco' being his father, which is something Michael and he had talked about. `Don't offer it - allow people to find out in their own time.' "I bet he didn't lose a minute," Rusty jokes. He wasn't talking about his father, but rather `cute Josh.' On purpose, he spoke out loud to even fall on half-deaf ears. "Don't think I'm not paying attention?" Josh turns from Michael, to Rusty. Josh had this little quirk, when joking with a guy, or saying something he felt was humorous, pouncing a dude on the tummy with the back of his hand. Rusty returns with, "if you're trying to turn me on, it ain't workin', Joshie!" In the short time the two have known each other, they've struck up a friendship, learning little things, like how Josh hates to be called, `Joshie,' "that's okay. You'll get yours, Rusty Keg!" Mispronouncing the surname, Rusty corrects, "it's `Cleg', dummy!" It's then Jeremy puts one and one together and pointing a finger, "you, you're the ranch owner?" It wasn't only Jeremy, but everyone tuning into the same idea, `Rusty Cleg' and `Cleg Ranch Resort.' "Part owner. It's a jointly owned, though I own more of a share in it than the others." >From his father, Rusty was overjoyed to hear of the latest addition to `the board,' Michael stepping forward, "yeah, I guess you can figure out how I earned my place?" Not which he could doubt, friends, or more, being the head man's son, how it could be to anyone's advantage, Rusty shucks that idea, saying, "yeah, money!" "I suppose I could've done the same, only," Jeremy pauses. Having found out more about Jeremy in a few hours, instead of Michael and Rusty, comfortable about each other's former days, Josh says, "the long and short of it, Jeremy came out to his folks. His mom was okay with it. His dad is still making up his mind. You know how that goes?" Certainly, there were many stories which could fill a book, about the people hired to work at Cleg Ranch Resort. Most had had a run-in with parents over gender association. For Jeremy, in a short time, from the front of the property to deep within the woods, he realized 10 minutes ago, he had monopolized most of the conversation. That's how Josh got his info straight, "the long and short of it, when he came out, Jeremy's dad wasn't too keen on it, but his mom was okay." "That's why I'm here for the summer. A guy's gotta do something to earn bread and a place to sleep?" His story vague, Rusty knew there were many blanks left unfilled, "seems like Josh is okay with it?" "Oh no, no, no, no, no, don't put this off on me, Rusty. I don't wanna hear it, when things go wrong!" Josh was joking. Jeremy's tone of voice showed sensitivity, "Really? I haven't even been told what I'm supposed to do and you think I'm not right for the job, Josh?" If something was developing between the two, Josh had just blown it. They seemed good together thus far. Michael has said stuff, at one time or another, which could have torn them apart, but he and Rusty had the kind of bond which seemed would stand the test of time. So, Michael puts his thoughts out there, "I'm sure he didn't mean how it came out...right, Josh?" "Yeah," Josh, who could turn around any situation, putting the blame on himself, "sometimes I can be that way...dummer than a puppet on a string!" Comical side to Josh, with intentions to laugh a problem away, he acts just like strings attached... "Great," Jeremy replies to his act, "not only am I almost boyfriends with a comedian, he's an actor too?" News to everyone, Josh says, "boyfriends, are we? Hmm." He had been through a lot. From a Bible belt community, Jeremy had been ostracized by family. Others he thought were true friends, when the `G' word came up, they suddenly didn't want to associate with Jeremy. Suddenly a loner, he thought it in his best interests to duck out of a sticky situation and hit the road. For all intentions, Jeremy had thought he would spend most of May and June, getting stuff together to go to college. When situations surrounding life at home and school began to deteriorate, he knew he would be putting college on the back burner. To keep his sanity, Jeremy felt the best way to combat anxiety, was to cut loose and make a fresh start. That's his story, the short take, winding up at Cleg Ranch Resort. After divulging the short version of his life, Rusty feels pity, engaging Jeremy in a hug, "welcome to your new life, Jeremy." Then Josh, being a good-natured individual, upon seeing Michael join in, making it a three-way hug, "hey, wanna save some of that for your `boyfriend'?" Yeah, Josh caught Jeremy inference, but wondered if they others did. Regardless, what mattered, were the two involved. Whereas Rusty and Michael sought after some quality time together, it all changed in a twitch of an eye, but they didn't seem to mind, Josh and Jeremy tagging along. % As dinner was winding down, the cleanup coming to a close, Antonio did the rounds, making sure everything was in place for breakfast. He had to admit, Bret coming around, `getting with the program.' When approached by Marco, to take the lad under his wing, Antonio protested, not hired to become a glorified counselor. Though, as his world revolved, catching Bret more than once shirtless, his opinion changed all that, cutting through his personal red tape. Not only Bret, Antonio found it no big deal, because `counseling' turned out to be nothing other than doing a job, with perks! Other than Bret, others who show no responsibility, suddenly got with the program; Dave Barklee, representative of the lazy type, or Zack York, a newcomer, whom right off saw, with cooperation, life could a whole lot easier. Casper Dugan, his attitude still held him back, but rest assured, the offender's program wasn't built on making life an easy sail. What would make all of the kitchen staff''s life much easier, when Antonio returned to the tent, the whole of the cooking and dining area was gone...vanished! "What the?" Antonio started out in English, but quickly turned to swearing in Italian. "Hey boss?" Turning to Bret's voice, "where'd it all go?" He was thinking, the tents were taken down and assembled at some other location. Instead of paving the way for others, he followed Bret, Dave, Zack and Casper. Even though interested in where he would be preparing breakfast in the morning, Antonio's mind began taking `human' inventory. What a blessing to be surrounded by a hot crew! >From one clearing, through the dense forest, it all opened up to a wide expanse, having Antonio gasp at the sign above the door of a wooden structure, "when and where did this come from?" Like they had been the ones to build it, the four kitchen workers took Antonio on a guided tour, "we'll show you!" For once, the young guys were a step ahead! Dave showed off the new sets of cookware, "fortunately, but unfortunately, looks like I'll have bigger pots to clean." He laughed it off, which had Antonio amazed, because when Dave first learned of his job, dishwasher, all he heard were complaints. Zack, whom seemed a little more cheerful, especially since his duty didn't entail kitchen cleanliness, but making sure cookware was removed to the sink and every countertop wiped of grease, a squeeky-clean, shiny look to it, "you didn't see the dishwasher, dummy?" "Where?" Dave's face lit up. "Take me to it," said like aliens demanding to be taken to a leader. "Look at this?" Antonio was astounded, at how far, in such little time, Bret's whole outlook had changed. Certainly, excited over more than a quick trip to Canada, he gloated over the cart, which would save many steps to and from the dining area, laden with plates, flatware and other utensils. "Like, don't forget this," the enthusiasm began to spread, Casper lifting a cloth, showing off `real', metal flatware. Whether they felt proud of working the kitchen-dining room, or just wanted an authoritarian sense of ownership, Antonio has observed his four kitchen workers correcting the rest of the camp on stuff like, being careful not to toss anything reusable in the trash. For instance, just this afternoon, at lunch, he observed Bret, telling one of the hefty, bulked out construction workers from Michael's Seattle bunch, to dig through the garbage bin and retrieve a plate! Well, everything wasn't in place yet. They still had to eat off paper. One thing about Bret, he was tough, but a very cute s.o.b., who could command a situation, without anyone really getting pissed off at him. Actually, watching the construction worker bend over, stir the garbage can up, Antonio wondered if Bret wanted his ass as much as he did! Right now, Antonio was still the `boss' and his workers were not yet comfortable, joking about sex. He hoped they would continue to `like' working in the kitchen, because there was an option, clause, if either they didn't like the job, they could trade off for something else. Another stipulation, if staff had a problem with an offender, the same was likewise. Too much friction, anyone could be banned from the ranch. "Well, I have to admit, you guys sure do know your way around!" Antonio just stood there, amazed at how they were working as a team, making ready for tomorrow morning. Then, to break the ice, Dave tosses a can, "heads up, Ant!" That was a first, twice over, catching an ice cold beer and adopting a new nickname. Dave was being so sweet, how could Antonio not get all bubbly, "thanks. Uh, why don't you boys join me in the dining room for a beer, or two?" Antonio never lost the nickname, `Ant', but it seemed only reserved for co-workers. Five minutes into their beer party, who should walk in, but the man who designed the spacious eatery, "everything to your liking, boys?" The man himself, `Marco', had entered, the architect, Monte Vacarro at his side. Following, were two dudes the kitchen staff had not seen before. At least, none had recognized Perry Dennis, nor the former chef, Hwan Jeong. Hwan had left the ranch, heading out to California. All it took was 2 days to find the competition too fierce. It took only one day of standing on line for a spot on the competitive Tv cooking show, `Best Chow in America'. What he didn't think of, were hundreds of others with the same thing on their minds. He didn't have the stamina, to stand all day in the hot California sun, behind 2,000 other would-be chefs, vying for the chance to making food out of nothing. It's then he thought of the ranch resort, Hwan thinking of how he had it made, a position right there for him, even though it was making `cowboy chow' and not exquisitely arranged foods. Making a u-turn, Hwan headed right back to where he left off. His only regret, was not meeting face to face, the handsome hottie, co-host, Nick East! A mismatch, Perry Dennis, 18-years old, had studied the want ads on the Seattle Gay Pride bulletin board, before making the decision to hop on a bus. >From a broken home, where the `rents were into doing their own thing, an allowance being the only communication, he announced to his family he was heading off to college early. Instead, he found his way to the ranch resort. Mentioning he was an artist, he was put with the construction crew, but was down in the dumps, because it wasn't his thing. First day on the job, he complained, getting a splinter. Later on, there were complaints about him, too many bent nails pulled from lumber. To top it off, Perry's glasses fell off his face, someone stepping on them. That was the reason he now wore glasses, cemented in place over the bridge of his nose, with adhesive tape! Fortunately for him, Monte had been walking by and though it was discovered, the broken glasses an accident, he decided to use his pull with Marco and get Perry reassigned. "Well lads," Antonio calls them over to the dining table, "come and get acquainted!" While Antonio hung with Marco and Monte, the other guys filled Perry and Hwan in on the aspects of the job...at least that's what the boss figured. In no time, Hwan had fit right in, saying to the other kitchen staff, "you top guys, who want to fuck me?" Perry, having lived the `sheltered life', his eyes just about popped out of their sockets! Dave Barklee, he could be carefree and reckless, but also less dramatic, "hey, Perry, wanna see how the dishwasher works?" Perry was unsure, shy and rather than remain with Bret, Hwan and Casper, talking about cock size or how tight `this' fit `there, "uh, yeah...sure." Division in the workers set a standard, separating the `men from the boys.' Zack too was less interested in trading off cock size and where it was put, following Dave and Perry through the metal double doors. If and when Zack met up with his to-be-mate, then he'd go exploring. First impression, Perry did feel a little foolish, after saying, "looks like...a kitchen." Dave looks to Zack, who smirks back. Dave and Zack had had time to get to know each other. Already they were reading into situations, yet something kept them from mocking the new guy. "Did you know they called this the kitchen?" Zack asks Dave. Dave, responding, says, "`the kitchen', eh? What a novel idea!" Perry knew they both covered for him, rather than ridicule and knock him down a few pegs, "uh, yeah, um, looks just like the kitchen back home." Four long, aluminum tables, separated by walking space, four microwaves atop the same amount of stoves, two doubled sinks, huge dishwasher, refrigerators galore... If that be the case, Perry's kitchen looking like this one, Zack jokes, "where do you live, dude, Beverly Hills?" Unless a person is from Seattle, they'd never recognize, "Aurora Village." More interested in other things, Dave asks, "they have a lot of hot looking dudes like yourself?" "Nothing like getting `direct', Dave?" Zack mocks. However, Perry would rather have it that way, instead of long, drawn out conversation to derive information, which would lead to things more complicated, "I found this job through the pride center, if you're trying to get at something?" Zack and Dave, they knew where each other stood, hoping Perry was of the same status, "welcome to Cleg Ranch Resort `gay pride' kitchen!" "Dork," terms the way Zack is acting. "What?" Zack confronts Dave. "That `was' what you were wondering, wasn't it?" Perry did think, the two being silly. More up on stuff than a person would think, Perry says, "so, you two live together here at the ranch?" At first, they were a band of 4, until Dave and Zack did find more privacy in a two-man tent. Dave offers, "I don't think anyone has a private room for one, around here." That's not what Perry was driving at, "so you live together, but aren't..." "We hardly know each other," Zack says, though a quick nap before lunch today, they weren't getting any beauty-rest! Truthfully, Perry was handed an itinerary, saying, "well, according to this sheet," he unfolds an 8x10 piece of computer spit-out, "the place I'm staying, is area 8. Know where that is?" A quick-paced thinker, Dave says, "hey, that's our number!" Much slower, Zack replies, "it is?" Dave's eyes widen, narrow, a smirk takes to his lips, which makes Zack change his mind, sticking Perry's map in his face, "oh. Right. 8. Yeah, that's us!" Believing them, Perry says, "but you guys said it was a 2-man tent?" To alleviate their problem, unbeknownst to the trio, in walks Antonio, saying, "any of you guys speak with Monte?" "About?" Dave speaks up. "Lodgings. Since we're members of the elite kitchen staff, we've been upgraded." Walking out of the kitchen, out the back door and around to the other side of the building, apparently Bret, Casper and Hwan had gotten first dibs on a section of the living quarters. Arranged more like a dormitory, Antonio had a room to himself, unless he invited another to live with him. The first to arrive had chosen the second suite. It puzzled Dave, "how come you didn't choose Suite A?" Savvy of such things, Bret says, "farther from the front door, uh more privacy?" Dave, Zack and Perry, did see the correlation. Suite A was right there, neck and neck with the foyer. Right outside Suite B was a lounge area, void of furniture, but they could see how an advantage it could be, stepping out the door to the suite and right into an area set up for lounge in front of a flatscreen Tv. For Bret and Casper, even though it was hard labor, putting on 3 meals a day, it beat out the other offenders, already knowing how it feels to sleep and live in tents. Privacy number one factor, a tent at times could be either too sweaty, or damp. Whiff of a campfire could carry, all the way inside a tent, which made everything in the tent accumulate the aroma. Then, Zack blames, "how come you didn't know about this, Dave?" Not caring one way or the other, Perry steps behind their backs and into Suite A. "Perry," its like Dave had guessed who was sneaking behind his back? Zack, "so, what do you think?" Dave and Perry both cast a thumb in each others direction, "who him?" Dave didn't know, other than okay. Though Perry did have opinion, "I think the place has a lot of potential." Way ahead of the other two, Perry begins settling in. Dropping his backpack and other gear on the bed stripes off his shirt. Truthfully, to both, Perry looked kind of geeky, glasses, short-cropped haircut, the brainy type, but under the disguise of a shirt, "wow" Zack calls it. Dave, giving Perry the once over, several times, "I'll say!" As if looking at a perfectly carved statue in a museum, of a Greek warrior, Zack says, "are they real?" It's the first time Perry ever got that from a guy. Truthfully, he worked out in the spare room at home, laden with dumb bells and all kinds of weight-lifting apparatus. Laughing, Perry says, "of course they're real!" Dave seemed to know his `touching' boundaries, whereas Zack was unafraid to walk up to a dude and run the back of fingertips over indentations of a guy's six-pack. It made Perry blush, Zack saying, "well, they look good enough to eat!" He was talking about the definition, of Perry working out, which remained obscured when the shirt was on. Paying Zack back, Dave tacks a name on him, "only a dork with think something like that up, Zack?" Dave's middle finger, stuck in the air, told Zack where to take his comment! Even though he's never been with a guy, keeping to himself, it's not that Perry hasn't seen a porn video on his computer. He loved it, watching dudes get it on, which included lots of tonguing up and down a bod, "truthfully, I don't think I'd mind having some guy do that." "Really?" Zack looks not at Perry, but Dave! Okay, so it wasn't really a dorky idea at that, Dave saying, "if that's how you feel, you can taste me any time!" Gathering his sense of information about the gay kingdom, Perry asks Dave, "so, are you a top?" Since Zack had been trying to figure that out himself, having solved the question in his mind, "yeah, Dave likes to fuck!" Dave shoots back with, "will you knock it off, Zack?" He was being facetious. Really, Dave was glad it was out in the open. Though, for the right guy he could assume the praying position! Shrugging both shoulders, Perry, new to all of this, in the real, here and now scenario, states, "I'm okay with that. Fact is, I was hoping someday I could feel what it was like, you know, fucking a guy?" "Hmm," Zack played on their emotions, "I didn't think I'd have such a hot choice here...let's see, eeny, meeny, miny..." "Choice?" Perry questions. This threw Zack and Dave in the dark. "Right," if Zack guessed where this was going, "you're cock or Dave's?" Treating gay sex like out of a text book, Perry retorts, "oh, so the bottom gets to pick it? I was under the impression a top guy, when he finds a bottom, gives it to him whether he likes it or not?" Dave and Zack exchange looks, like `is this dude for real?' Raising both shoulders, leaving little to doubt, Zack says, "I wouldn't have any problem there. Bring it on!" Derailing their train of thoughts, Antonio pokes his head in the door, "if anyone's interested, there's a bonfire down at the lake?" Certainly, the three were not prepared for anything of a non-sexual nature, being their balls were like charcoal, the fire lit. However, Antonio wasn't stupid. After his ears had picked up on conversation seeping out from the open door, he entices, "I heard someone say they're having a weenie roast!" Laughing, Antonio made a quick getaway. "I think we've been had, by a peeping Tom," Zack says of the quick disappearance. Perry is honest, "Like, what does that mean?" Rather than spell it all out for Perry, Dave says, "marshmallows!" "Oh," Perry says, taking neatly packaged parcels of clothing out of his bag, "then why didn't he say it?" "It's complicated," Dave replies. "Yeah," Zack agrees. Of course, the other two were shamed, upending backpacks and dumping out the contents, in a mishmash of threads. Perry did notice them being such `slobs', but more importantly, he lusted to the point of saliva forming inside his mouth, wanting to see what the two looked like without shirts... Suite B, there was less talk and more action. The floor was littered with clothing. Having swung a bed around, from flush against a wall, things had progressed to Hwan lying across the bed. Buried to the hilt, Bret had plunged right in and was pumping iron. Casper too, having second dibs, massaged Hwan's throat...from the inside, out. Already, once, Hwan had touched his own cock, wanting to have that erotic feeling, Bret slapping his hand away. Hwan would have voiced an opinion, liking that rough stuff, but his tonsils were preoccupied! However, someone must have been reading his mind, Bret pulling out and telling Casper to switch. Didn't last long, Bret claiming he was ready to shoot his load, stabbing Hwan with his 8-inch sword. After drilling for oil again, Bret gets rough, "okay, you can start strokin', bitch!" However, Casper assumes the role, falling over, almost smothering Hwan with his humongous balls, and slapping the Asian's hand away, "I've got this. You just do your job!" Good thing too, because if Hwan didn't have two hands, playing with Casper's balls, keeping them from his air vents, he might not have come out of this jerkoff alive! Meanwhile, Hwan knew his place, his `job' as Casper put it, constrict muscles below the hips. Upper bod, lips pursed over his teeth, keeping his top from getting a scratchy dick. Hands on balls was an extra perk. Casper loved having a man manipulate his fat sacks, rolling them back and forth, with an occasional stretch, which some men would consider as `bt', his `c' getting a good workout. Though modified, Casper loved cbt! With one load spent, Bret soon started to feel the impulse, observing how Casper was about to get Hwan off. Bent over, mouth gulping down Hwan's 7-inch sausage, it was like the first time all over again. Except, Bret's hands on himself, it became a slimy maneuver, in the throes of regaining fucking strength, one hand working his gooey shaft, the other sliding a hand up and over a creamy stomach and chest. Every now and then, Bret's hand would tweak a nip! Only...Bret could not work himself up to fucking strength! What a terrible opportunity to waste, with the `wanting', but not having the perfect tool to do the job, Bret gets an idea. In order to help himself out, Casper in the 6-9 positioning, drawing Hwan into his mouth, working to the flange of his shaft, it made Bret think he was missing out. Soon the moment would be lost. So, grabbing Casper's right hand, Bret dictates, "help me out, here." Suddenly, Casper stops, freezes in place, cheeks puffed up as a result of Hwan's stiffie, "huh?" The muffled sound emanating from Casper's throat show a sign of questioning. More action, than worded, the hand Bret had stole away, singles out Casper's finger and adding one of his own, puts 1-and-1 together. Not having this been a part of a three-way Casper has involved himself in, he's intrigued. Allowing Hwan's cock to fall from his lips, he swallows saliva, except for a long trail of goo, cock-head to his own lips. "Bring it on!" Bret loved it...mixture of spit and pre-cum, leaving it's long, sinewy trail, Hwan's cock providing Casper's mouth with the spit-trail, `elasticity' spanning the gap between. Hwan felt deprived; was really loving how Casper's throat tickled the tip! Bret felt both, remorse and euphoric. He had known about it, but never had stuffed a finger or two up a dude's ass. To appease himself and Casper, he places both of their index fingers to Hwan's ass crevice. "Hot!" Casper had termed it, exactly what Bret had hoped for, the tip of both their fingers making headway, inserted further and further. Much to Casper's amazement, Hwan's gasps of pleasure, add to the fuel of a different kind of throating. "How did you know about that one?" Casper interrogates Bret. "Just shut up and get on with it, before I lose my next load?" One of Bret's favorites, when ganging up on a dude, with his buddy, Bart, was not just putting a guy in a full nelson. He had his own set of variations, like while pinning a set of arms overhead, Bret could easily hold his victim in place and reach his chest. Once he got him in this particular pose, fingers could go to work on his nips. It really got the dude wriggling about. Since Bret tired quickly of working Hwan's asshole, not really a big turn on, he now had idle fingers. More so, feeling nips mashed between his finger and thumb, Bret put them to work on Casper. "Oh-h-h-h," Casper exclaims, Bret's hard shaft slipping from his lips. No one had ever tweaked his nips. Too, it was kind of cool to take a break, look up into his suck-buddie's face, see the look of extreme contentment. Though, for a few seconds there, Bret didn't notice, but with a `spank' of his hand, at the back of Casper's head, he was back on target. Either way, Bret's hard shaft was telling him not to give the dude any leeway. He remembers the first time Bart and he took on a college frat. He doesn't remember how the high school seniors, he and Bart, got invited to a college party, but it was a hoot, being cheered on, the duo doing their thing. A bonus, or rather payback for putting on such a splendid show, the frat took turns giving blowjobs! Back to reality, the three were getting close. As unplanned as sex can be, sometimes it has a way of working itself out, two men drinking at the same time, Bret bending almost over backwards, second round of getting off. Hwan probably got the most relaxed of the three, taking down Casper's sweet cream, not spilling a drop. That was his style, having done it so many times, he's lost count! Casper, last minute decision, since his hands were free, he took both his and Hwan's shafts in one hand and jerked both off together. "Man, what a blast," he cried out. Worst part of the sweet ordeal, Bret complained of his legs getting creamed up. No sweat though, Hwan still having enough energy for clean up! % 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.