Previously: We left our heroes Sam and JT slumbering on Sunday night. They parted ways Monday morning. It is now the following Saturday morning. JT has picked up Sam and is driving him to a ranch in the hills. They are planning to visit Master Dave and his partner Chris.
JT was driving us out into the Texas Hill Country. It was late June and it was blistering hot. But it was beautiful as we drove along in air conditioned comfort. The sky was clear blue, and the rolling hills were dotted with dark green oak trees.
As we drove, I was telling JT about my Thursday with Jeff. Jeff had picked me up mid-morning and taken me to his house. He lived alone with his mother, and she was off at work. So we had the house to ourselves.
Jeff and I basically agreed to spend the day naked and to fuck as much as possible. That turned out to be four times. Each time we finished the same way. I was on my back, and we came at about the same time. He wanted to see me come while he was actively fucking me. It was very satisfying. Jeff and I had just not been able to get enough of each other when the others were around.
Jeff was not a kisser, so he could not give me the total satisfaction that only my Sir could give me. And he was not going to suck my dick. He was 100% a top, both orally and anally. But he was a little bit kinky and a little bit dominant, and I liked that a lot. He was also a country-western guy. He dressed and acted like a cowboy. He wanted to be involved in rodeo competition, but his mother said they didn't have the money for that, and she didn't want him to end up permanently injured, the way so many rodeo people did.
He had some kinky desires that really turned me on as much as him. He wanted me to wear a pair of his cowboy boots. So for our last two fucking sessions, we were both wearing cowboy boots. He loved it when I rested my feet, in his boots, on his bare shoulders, my legs up in the air, while he fucked me until we both came. The boots added a nice leather odor to our fucking. The air was heavy with leather and other manly scents, especially since Jeff had once again gone out of his way to cultivate very ripe armpits for me.
He dressed me in some of his clothes, too. I had seen his sexy black bikini briefs before. He had me wear them and walk around in them. I had seen him in his very short blue jean cutoffs and his cropped top. Cropped T-shirts were a late seventies things for guys to show off more of their torsos. He dressed me in a pair of his short shorts, with no underwear, and with one of his cropped T-shirts. Ironically, wearing the revealing clothes turned me on more than being naked. And the fact that they were his clothes, and that they were now touching my bare skin, was intoxicating. He put on a very similar cropped shirt and cutoff shorts. Then he announced that we should go to the drive-in for hamburgers.
Jeff was an exhibitionist.
At the drive-in, we only had enough money to get one hamburger each. No fries, no drinks. With the windows rolled down while we sat in the heat, he removed even the skimpy T-shirt that he was wearing. I'm sure he wanted the carhop, a girl on roller skates, to notice. She was a pretty girl, and I imagine that she might have been unimpressed by Jeff's sort of skinny, gnarly body. On the other hand, I thought that he was indescribably sexy, and I wanted to attack his hard body, and suck him off right there in the drive in. I controlled myself.
As we finished, he apologized for not having enough money to purchase a full lunch for us.
"The food wasn't the point," I observed. "The point was to strut our stuff."
He chuckled, and may even have blushed a little bit. But that was exactly what he wanted to do. To go out in public wearing minimal clothes, and maybe get noticed.
When we got back to his house, we ripped off what little clothes we were wearing and attacked each other with lust. Our limited adventure in exhibitionism had heated up our lust even more.
JT listened to my report about my day with Jeff, as we drove further into the country. He nodded, but said little until I was finished.
"I'm glad you had a good time with Jeff," he said when I was finished. "You both needed it, and you both deserved it. He is probably learning as much as you are. He is probably less experienced than you are. But I like how he put you in his boot and in his clothes, and how he wanted to go out in public. That's creative, and it's a little bit on the wild side. It suited both of you."
"When we get to the ranch," JT said, switching subjects, "we are going to swap. At least for a while. I will take Chris, and Master Dave will take you."
I nodded and shifted slightly in my car seat as my taint tingled. The idea of being handed over to a strange Master was a little scary, but my arousal was much greater than my fear. JT had laid a very good foundation with me. I could trust him. And because I could trust him, he could take me on erotic adventures that would otherwise have been mere fantasies.
"I am going to get very involved with Chris. You and I have done some group sex with the other Hot Shots. But with Chris, I'll be spanking him, fucking him, kissing him, and basically doing the kinds of things I do with you. It will be natural and understandable if you feel jealous. I just want you to know ahead of time.
"Master Dave is a trained and experienced Dominant. Much more than me. I don't think he will do anything with you that you won't enjoy. But remember that you represent me. Your obedience to him must be total, and prompt, and cheerful. Serve him like the Trooper you are."
We turned off the road and went up a long gravel drive to the ranch house. It was a comfortable looking place, with a big front porch that extended along the entire length of the house. We rang the bell, and a moment later, the door swung open. Our hosts welcomed us in, but at first it was hard to see them, coming from the bright Texas sun into the dark cool house.
We entered a foyer that had some large shelves with more than a dozen large wicker baskets. JT removed one of the baskets and began to strip off his clothes. I immediately followed his example. We put our shoes and everything else into the hamper-size basket, and JT placed it back on the shelf.
I began to realize that Master Dave could host a party for twenty or thirty men, and they could all strip naked as soon as they walked in the door, and could retrieve their clothes when leaving the party. It was efficient. It also made a big statement about the kind of life Master Dave and Chris were living out here in the hills.
My eyes had adjusted to the indoors, and I was able to see Master Dave and Chris. They, too, were buck naked. Master Dave grinned and welcomed us to their home. He had waited until we were nude to speak to us. It was as though we weren't really there until our clothes were off.
Master Dave was my father's age. He had a large and athletic body, with a hairy chest, legs, and arms. He had a military crew cut like the one I was due to receive in a few weeks. He exuded confidence and warmth. JT had told me that my obedience to Master Dave must be total, prompt, and cheerful. That would not be a problem!
However, Chris took my breath away. He was what some would call an "Adonis." He was tall and his body was toned with fine muscle definition. Both of the men had gorgeous tans from head to toe, with no tan lines. I had never seen such a thing. Chris's tan was complemented by shiny blonde hair and deep blue eyes. He looked like the captain of a swim team. Except that a swimmer would have bright white skin in the shape of a Speedo. Chris had no tan lines.
But four things made Chris different from any Adonis I had ever seen or imagined. Although he had a full head of wavy blonde hair, and a thick moustache, he was hairless below the neck. His skin glowed alluringly. He had no hair around his genitals, or anywhere else. He must have kept himself shaved, because above the neck he seemed to have plenty of natural hair. Below the neck, his skin beckoned with its smoothness.
Chris had unusual nipples. Each circle was average, about the size of a nickle. But the bud of each nipple was distended and protruded noticeably. He chest muscles were taut and chiseled, which made his soft, fleshy bullets much more noticeable. His nipples looked unnatural and weird, and yet very enticing.
His cock and balls were gripped by a chrome ring which I would soon learn was a "cock ring." The shiny stainless steel drew your attention to his genitals. It also slightly lifted his cock and balls up and outward. They seemed more prominent and more available, as though he were offering them to you.
Finally, a bright silver ring encircled his neck. It was not as thick and heavy as the cock ring. This elegant piece of jewelry, I would learn, was his collar, the symbol that he was Master Dave's boy. Given his dark tan, both the cock ring and the collar stood out. This was his uniform.
Master Dave was friendly and smiling and confident. Chris was relaxed and subdued. I could tell that my own Sir was thinking intently. As for me, I was the only one with a boner. I did not know what would happen next, but I couldn't wait to get started.
Sam has met some much older men who are part of the Leather community. They clearly have much more experience than he does, and maybe more than JT. Will Sam enjoy this? Will Sam be able to satisfy these men? You can probably guess the answer, but keep reading to find out!
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