Date: Thu, 1 Jun 2023 13:53:39 +0000 From: Sam Tudor Subject: Road Trip to Cupcake Ranch part 28 Nifty needs your $ to stay alive. Do what you can. Chapter 27: Cupcake Ranch, Kevin's gym Kevin owned the only gym in town, it was co-ed, and small as commercial gyms go -- 4 cardio machines, two sets of free weights, and 8 weight machines, most of which did double duty, and a few mats and balls of various sizes and weights. And, of course, two walls were mirrors. There was a 4 person gang shower, and a very small, 4 person dry sauna. I had been there once with a guy from the ranch, but since my work was so labor intensive, I did not need a gym to keep fit. Oh, by the way, I was 20, working on the Cupcake Ranch for the summer, where most of the guys were gay or bi, but not all. I was white, blonde, athletic, blue eyes, 7" cut, bi, and always horny. Now, the real name of the ranch was the Double S, but the guys in town had dubbed it "Cupcake Ranch" and the owner who was openly gay, and a leading citizen of the town of Lexington (not its real name) had cupcakes painted on the doors of all the ranch vehicles, and so the name had become not offensive to those who worked there. As in any town, there were openly gay guys, openly bi guys, and bi guys on the DL, married to women, but who got their rocks off with other guys on occasion. One occasion was the bi-weekly poker game which started innocently enough with poker, but ended up, every time, with a small orgy. It met in various places where no one would bother the group, one being Kevin's gym. The gym closed at 9 pm so the poker game, if there, did not start until 9:30. We played in the meeting room of the gym, which had snack machines, and a big table, just the right size for poker if you had 8 guys, a small refrigerator, a sink, and, backed up to it the men's locker room. The lights in the workout part of the gym were dimmed way down, and the blinds were closed, no one outside could have seen what went on inside a the "poker night". See the previous episode for what happened up through the last person getting naked, it was the same this time. Once we were all naked, and mostly all hard, we were given a number and a letter. Eight of the workout machines were labeled with letters from A to H. The numbers were put into a hat and then drawn, you were paired with whoever got the same number, and then assigned to the workout machines whose letters you drew. I drew Sandy, a local married guy on the DL, and the reverse inclined bench (that is a bench that is higher in the middle, than either end, so in a workout you lie prone on it, head and feet lower than your ass which sticks up in the air). "Guess we know what happens here," I said. "Damn right," replied Sandy, "I hope you are a top." "95% top," I replied. Sandy was about 40, had light brown hair and not much body hair, and what there was, was wispy and thin. His ass was hairless and when he bent over the bench it really turned me on. His hole was pink, as is mine, not brown as many are, and he winked it at me. "I really need to get fucked," he said, "I get to topping all I want at home with my wife, but there is nothing like a hard cock connected to a good looking guy, in my ass. If you really want to make me feel good, start slow, and easy, and eventually, when I tell you, fuck me hard as you can. It will make me cum inside, not the same as a regular cum when my cock is stimulated, but it enables me to stay hard, and keep playing -- we have another scene you know." "I can cum three times in an evening, so I might cum in your ass if you spasm when you do, but I will be ready to play again right away." "OK, give it to me, easy now," and I did. Not only could we see ourselves in a mirrored wall, we could see 3 other couples on 3 other weight machines, some sucking, some fucking, some visible in two mirrors and in person. It was hot! Suddenly Sandy yelled, "Now. Now. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, harder, harder, harder, oh, oh, oh, I am cumming, cumming, cumming, don't stop, don't stop, slow down, slow down, stop. Don't pull out yet, but don't move either." So, I did what I was told, I didn't cum, but came very close. He then squeezed me out, and my dick flopped down on the bench, he got up, got the wipes and cleaned the bench off of his sweat and his cum and ass juice. It turned out that our numbers were on colored paper, and for the next round, we had to meet up with someone with the same color, and draw again for a piece of equipment. I drew Zane, who worked on the ranch, and I knew was gay, but who lived in town, so the chances of our making it had been slim, although I found him hot. "Hey Jason," he said, "I've been wanting to hook up with you all summer, and I guess this is my chance." "Likewise," I replied. "I've been looking at the big package in your jeans all summer and hoping to get a look at what is in there." "And I have been looking at your ass, maybe they were meant for each other. What equipment did we draw?" "The big yellow ball," I said. "Over there." Not only was it yellow, and maybe 3' in diameter, but it also had a 7" inflated prong on the top. It was about the size of my dick, but it was not hard, it was just inflated. "How do we do this?" I asked, never having had sex on a big yellow ball before. "I will lube up my hole and sit on the prong, if you hold it tight at the base, it will stay hard enough to go in, just like my cock sometimes, although you have me so turned on that it won't need any help tonight." So I grabbed the base, he was already lubed up, and it went in easy. Then he put on a condom, lubed it, I bent over and he licked my taint and then my hole, and then tongue fucked me. It was tremendous. He made me want more and more, and finally, when the other 3 couples were all fucking in one way or another, he said, "Sit on me, on my cock." I did. It went in slowly as I sat on it, facing away from him, bit by bit. It hurt a little to start, he was pretty big, but once it was past the ring it slid right in. We then began bouncing on the ball. It was amazing since our positions were constantly varied. He would be poking my prostate one minute and the back of my hole then next. It was what I imagined sex would feel like sometimes when I was riding a horse on the ranch, hard as a rock, thinking about sex with the saddle massaging my taint and my hole, and if I moved right my cock up against the pommel. "Switch", he said, "face me, can you keep it in you while you swivel around?" "Just watch," I replied, as he leaned back and I slowly spun on his big hard cock, to face him. He sat back up. "Well done," he said. I don't usually have a lot of precum, but it was dripping out onto his pubes and his belly. He licked his hand and began to jerk me off. "Play with my nips. Nips, plus, cock, plus hole, plus a deep kiss, will put me over." "Any combination will do I for me," I said. He began to thrust harder, bouncing on the big yellow ball. "Here," he said, standing up, "you sit on the ball, and fuck me, and see how good that feels." So, we switched, he pulled out of me, I sat on the prong on the ball, squeezing it at the base as I had before, and, it went in my hole, he then sat on my lubed up rock hard cock, facing me, and I started bouncing on the ball while fucking him. It was incredibly good, I played with his cock, he was sucking on one of my nips, and pulling on the other and I came hard, my ass squeezing on the prong on the ball, and he came with me, cum all over our pubes and bellies. "Fuck that was good," he said, "we need to play at the ranch sometime." "Sometime soon," I said, "I'm leaving to go back East next Sunday morning." Chris the ranch foreman, who had invited me to the poker nights, walked over, his big, now limp, cock swinging as he walked, and said, "Yes, and one of the other summer hands is leaving, too. I think we need to have a big party on Saturday night to see them off." And that is another story.