Date: Sun, 3 Feb 2019 12:51:33 -0800
From: Backwoods Boy <backwoodsnatureboy@gmail.com>
Subject: The Ranch Boy Next Door

The Ranch Boy Next Door

He was a seventeen-year-old Idaho backwoods boy with biceps built from
bucking hay bales.  The even tan on his hard upper body was earned by
moving irrigation lines, an activity I'd watched from my bedroom window.
Barefoot and shirtless, he wore a loose pair of worn and faded Levis with
the top button missing.  Strong broad shoulders, a smooth well-muscled
chest, and rock-hard abs led to a straw-colored happy trail that matched
his unruly hair.  A braided rope tattoo around his right bicep drew
attention to his muscular body and completed a western tough-guy look.

Leaning casually against a tree about twenty feet away, he was the poster
child for the bad boys my mother had warned me to stay away from.  His bold
grin and hungry eyes spelled either trouble or fun, depending on your
perspective.  Mom would have seen nothing but trouble.  All I could see was
one hundred sixty pounds of bad boy fun.

He had me at a disadvantage.  First, I was sunbathing by the creek that
flowed through the ranch, so I was trespassing.  Second, the black leather
thong I was wearing barely covered the essentials, and the cargo shorts
that had once covered it were out of reach.

"Mind if I join ya?" he inquired with a friendly grin.  Taking stunned
silence as an affirmative response, he flopped down on his side next to me,
one hand propping up his head, the other unfastening the remaining buttons
on his Levis.  "What's yer name, kid?"

"T-t-t-toby," I managed to get out.

"Glad to meet ya, Toby.  I'm Logan.  Yer a good-lookin' young fucker.  How
old are ya?"

"F-f-f-fourteen."

"Well, fourteen-year-old Toby.  I seen ya movin' in the other day.  Since
me and you are gonna be neighbors, we oughta be buddies too.  I'd say yer
probably a city boy 'cuz that sort of swimwear ain't too common around
here.  But I do like it.  It don't leave nothin' to the imagination, which
is okay by me, and those side snaps are gonna make it easier for me to take
it off ya."

My mouth opened and wanted to respond, but my mind couldn't find any words.

"So, about that hot swimsuit.  As little of you as it covers, I bet yer mom
don't like it.  I bet she don't even know ya got it."

I finally found my voice.  "What my mom don't like don't matter, and I do a
lot of stuff she don't know about."

He smiled.  "So, where'd ya get it?  And how'd ya keep her from knowin'?"

Logan's interest in me was flattering.  I smiled smugly.  "I bought it
online from a site called 'HunkWare'.  I used my dad's credit card and had
it sent to him.  Then I watched the online tracking and snagged the package
off his desk after my mom put it there.  I heard him ask Mom about the
charge, and they decided it must have been some kitchen tool she'd
ordered."

His amused smile included a look of approval.  "That was sorta risky.  I
like your style."

"I like taking risks.  It turns me on."  I grinned happily.  I had passed
my first bad-boy test.

He smiled slyly.  "How about risks like bein' fucked bareback?"

"Yeah, I'd do that."  I wanted more bad-boy points, and his satisfied smile
suggested I'd earned a few.

"Well, 'HunkWare' was the right place to get yer swimsuit.  Yer a
hard-bodied little hunk.  I bet all the guys wanna get into yer pants."

I had to maintain my image.  "Yeah, they do, but I haven't let them yet."

"At fourteen, it's time somebody got into yer pants.  Ya can't keep that
hot little body to yerself all yer life.  Ya gotta share it with others."

Logan boldly explored my chest and abs, his work-rough hands sending chills
up and down my spine.  "I love yer smooth tan body, hot-kid Toby.  I'm
itchin' to play with it."

My growing boner was straining to escape.  I readjusted it, hoping to keep
it confined.

Logan stood up and removed his Levis.  Stretching sensually, he grinned at
me, devouring my body with his eyes.  I was devouring his body too, mostly
the part I hadn't seen before.  His attention-getting upper body was
balanced by a narrow waist and hips, a tight firm ass, and legs made
muscular and strong by his ranch work.  His rigid boner stood upright,
waiting for action.

With athletic grace and a mischievous grin, Logan dropped back down beside
me.  He lifted the top edge of my thong and my boner popped out, fully
erect.  As I tried to put it back, he unfastened the thong snap on his
side.  While I tried to put the strap back in place and fasten it, he
reached over and unfastened the other side.  I covered my boner with both
hands.  Grasping the thong by the front panel, he tugged on it gently.
Surrendering to the inevitable outcome, I lifted my hips, and he pulled it
out from under me.  Tossing it to one side, he left me exposed, vulnerable,
excited, and a little bit nervous.

Logan smiled with satisfaction.  "I figured those snaps were gonna come in
handy."  He moved my hands aside and put his own on my boner, stroking it
gently.

I looked anxiously into his eyes.  "I ain't never done nothing like this
before."

He smiled reassuringly, still stroking my pole.  "Relax and enjoy it,
risk-takin' Toby.  There's a first time for everything.  By the time I'm
done with ya today, yer gonna have a shitload of first times.  Ya might
even make it into that there world record book.  By the way, ya got a hell
of a boner for a young kid.  How big is it?"

"Seven inches."  I leaned up on my elbows to watch what he was doing.

"Sounds like yer kinda proud of it.  I would be too if I was you."

I grinned, my self-confidence growing.  "Yeah, I suppose I am."

Leaning over me, Logan ran his tongue around my nipples, then down my
chest.  My rigid boner twitched as he teased the tip of it with his
tongue.  Doubts entered my mind.

"I don't think I oughta let you do that."

"Why not?"

"Because my mom ..."

"Yeah?"

"Fuck my mom.  I wanna let you do it, so I'm gonna."

I gasped as Logan put the tip of my boner in his mouth, swirled his tongue
around it, and slowly swallowed all seven inches.

He pulled off and grinned at the surprised expression on my face.

"Like it?"

"Oh, yeah!"

Logan moved my legs apart and knelt between them.  Leaning over me, he went
down on me again.  It felt much better than jacking off, and I knew I
wasn't going to last very long.

"I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that, Logan."

He ignored the warning.  I was getting close - too close to hold back.

"Oh, yeah!  Oh, yeah!  Oh, fuuuucckk!"

I grabbed his head and shot my load down his throat, watching in amazement
as he took it all.

His head came up off my shrinking boner.  "Did ya like that?"

I was embarrassed that I had cum so soon.  "Y-y-y-yeah, I did, but I think
I oughta go now."

I tried to get up, but he gently pushed me back onto my towel.

"Relax, seven-inch Toby.  We just got started."

"But I already came."

"Yeah, but I didn't, and yer gonna cum again before I'm done.  And yer
gonna like it better 'cuz yer gonna last longer now that you've shot yer
wad once."

Logan lightly stroked the inside my thighs with his fingertips, giving me
shivers and goosebumps.  I bent my knees and spread my legs further apart,
and his hand drifted up to my crotch.  I twitched and moaned softly as his
fingers reached their goal.

"Ya got a sensitive asshole, turned-on Toby.  Yer gonna like what I'm gonna
do next."

Pushing my legs out of the way, he put his head between them.  His tongue
found the gateway it was looking for and began to tease it open.  I
squirmed with pleasure as my sphincter relaxed and his tongue worked around
the edges.  My hands gripped my towel tightly as I tried to push against
him, wanting more.

"Oh, yeah ... that feels ... so good ..."

My body squirmed as he continued to work me over with his tongue.  The
longer he did it, the more I liked it.  It was as if he were scratching an
itch I didn't even know I had.  But then he stopped, lowered my legs, and
got back on his knees.

"That was hot, Logan.  I wish you'd do it some more."

He smiled seductively.  "Maybe later.  Right now I got some other things
I'm gonna do to yer hot body."

Pulling a tube of lubricant from his pants pocket, Logan put some on his
hand and then greased my boner and his own.  Wiping his hand on my towel,
he leaned over and lay on top of me, pinning me down with his work-hardened
body that smelled of hay and dust and sweat.  Grinding his hips into mine,
he rubbed our rigid boners against each other.  Looking intensely into my
eyes, he put his lips over mine.  Teasing them open with his tongue, he
kissed me hard.  He pulled back and grinned at me.

"What did ya think of that, hard-body Toby?"

"I liked it, and I wanna do it some more."

Logan's lips were on mine again, his hands caressing my neck and shoulders,
driving me crazy with feelings I'd never had before.  I grabbed his head
and kissed him passionately in return, teasing his tongue with my own,
grinding hard against him, trying to pull him in tighter with my legs.

Breaking off the kiss, he leaned back on his knees.  Roughly pulling me
down closer to him, he put more lube on his fingers and slipped one
inside.  I spread my legs wider and squirmed with eager excitement as he
worked the entrance with two, then three fingers, opening me up for what he
was going to do to me.

I looked more closely at his boner, and then looked up at him
apprehensively.  "Are you sure it's gonna fit inside me?"

He smiled reassuringly.  "Relax, cherry-boy Toby.  I ain't gonna hurt ya,
'cept maybe a little goin' in.  All I'm gonna do is get rid of yer
virginity and make ya cum again."

Supporting himself with one hand, he positioned his boner with the other.
I pushed against it, anxious to feel him inside me.

He smiled with satisfaction.  He had me right where he wanted me.  "Yer
like an eager puppy, bad-boy Toby.  I think yer ready for that risk ya
wanted to take."

"Oh, yeah!  I know I am!"  I grinned happily, pleased with the "bad-boy"
label.

Pressing firmly against the only remaining obstacle between him and his
goal, Logan penetrated me.  I gasped with surprise and winced with pain as
he stretched the opening even further than his fingers had.  Leaning
forward, he slowly slid his pole into me as I squirmed with pain, pleasure,
and eager excitement, struggling to take it all inside.

Then he was all the way in.  His pole filled me, and it felt like it had
been specially molded to fit perfectly.  My spasming ass muscles tightened
around it as if to hold it in place.  Resting on his forearms, he kissed me
passionately as he began to move inside me.

Logan probed me slowly, deeply, and continuously, kissing me all the time.
With my hands on his head and neck, I enthusiastically kissed him back.
Then I put my arms around him, caressing his back and his ass, urging him
on.  With every stroke, he gently massaged me deep inside, gradually
starting me on the path to another peak of pleasure.

As the deep slow fucking continued, the world faded into a blue and gold
haze of sky, sun and kisses.  Endless minutes passed as I became more and
more aroused.  I writhed beneath him in a frenzy of sexual excitement.

Logan pressed on, now stopping occasionally to keep from cumming.  His pole
felt like an extension of my own body, one that would gratify me forever
but over which I had no control.  I was moving closer and closer to the
edge.  Then, with a howl of animal pleasure, I was cumming again, emptying
myself all over his abs and mine.

The spasms from my orgasm pushed him over the edge.  With a grunt of
satisfaction, he drove his pole all the way in.  I could feel his boy juice
flooding me as he blasted it deep inside.  Completely spent, he collapsed
on top of me, breathing hard, his head on my shoulder.

After a moment, he leaned up and smiled down at me, running his fingers
through my hair.  "That was the best roll in the hay I ever had, fuck-buddy
Toby.  Me and you are gonna be great friends, I can tell.  Stick around a
while.  In about a half-hour or so, we're gonna do it all over again."

I looked up at him.  "What makes you think I'm gonna let you fuck me again?"

He grinned smugly.  "Yer hooked, and ya know it, fuck buddy."

Yeah, I knew it for sure.  I would let Logan use my body any time and in
any way he wanted.  Being with this bad boy was the most exciting thing
that had ever happened to me.

"If ya wanna, you can help me move irrigation in the morning.  I start at
five o'clock across from your house.  Then I'll make ya breakfast in the
bunkhouse."

There was no hesitation.  "I'll be there."  I hoped I was on the breakfast
menu.

I went home with a smile on my face, two more loads of cum inside, and
expectations of more bad-boy fun to come.  I was going to like living in
the country.


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