Date: Sun, 2 Feb 2020 10:45:25 -0800
From: Backwoods Boy . <backwoodsnatureboy@gmail.com>
Subject: The Ranch Boy Next Door - Part 26

Lots of Work and Play

The alarm woke me at five o'clock.  I didn't want to get up, but I had a
job to do.  After a quick breakfast on my own, I was off to Rusty's for
another morning of truck driving.

The wheat harvest preparation routine was the same as the day before.  I
understood what Pete had said about it becoming less than exciting, but
that would take a while.  Being part of a team like this was stimulating.
That it was my extended family made it even better.

In the afternoon, I used the ATV and trailer to haul the tools and
materials to the pasture, and Jason and I began working on the fence.  Per
my instructions, he was wearing a shirt and long pants.  I handed him a
pair of leather work gloves.

"These are necessary for this work.  Yer gonna be handling a lot of barbed
wire, sharp tools, and fence staples.  It's not dangerous work, but some
basic protection is necessary."

Soon I was giving Jason the same lessons I'd received from Logan only a few
weeks earlier.  Jason struggled with the fencing pliers, fence stretcher,
and the wire splicing just like I had.  But he also caught on quickly.

We used a manual clamshell post hole digger to clear the hole for the one
fence post we replaced.  Logan had been right - it wasn't the greatest tool
in the world - but I had struggled to use the power auger with Logan, and I
knew that Jason and I couldn't do it.

The fence was in better shape than I'd expected.  By the time we quit for
the day, we were halfway across the top side of the thirty acres.  At that
rate, we would be done in a few days.

As we put the tools and supplies away in the garage, I received a text
message from Bob.

"Root removal and leveling tomorrow afternoon.  Okay?"

I replied simply.  "Okay"

"Jace, you get tomorrow off.  I gotta help with some barn site work.  We'll
do more fence work on Monday afternoon.  Okay?"

Jason grinned.  "That works for me."

"Are ya gettin' tired of workin' yet?"

"No, I'm havin' a lot of fun and learnin' a lot, too.  I'll be lookin'
forward to Monday."

************

After lunch on Friday, I rode home and walked up to the building site.  Bob
Mason was at work with his Bobcat, digging up root wads and leveling the
ground. The area around the perimeter was littered with the results of his
work.

Bob turned off his tractor as I walked over to talk with him.  "Good
afternoon, Toby, did you have a good morning?"

"Yes, I did.  I'm enjoyin' ranch work."

Bob continued.  "What I'd like you to do today is to get all of those root
wads piled in the field next to the brush you removed yesterday.  If I'd
thought of it, I would have brought my trailer.  You could tow that behind
your four-wheeler.  It's not that far to carry them, but it'll take longer."

I smiled.  "No problem.  We have a trailer of our own.  I used it on
Tuesday and Wednesday.  I'll use it again today."

By five o'clock, the building site was clear and level.  Some of the root
wads had been heavy, and there was a lot of dirt involved.  I needed a
shower.  Or maybe just a walk across the road to my swimming hole.  I could
take a dip and then lie in the sun for a couple of hours.  That seemed like
a good idea.

************

"Do you have any plans for the day, Toby?"

Dad and I were having an early Saturday breakfast together again, something
that seemed more common lately.  His question implied that he did have
plans for me.

"Nope.  What do you have in mind?"

"Your mother is going to Boise for the day.  I talked with Gramps, and
maybe the three of us could spend a while going over your fence project -
what you've done and what you need to do.  And Gramps offered to help us
lay out the new fence line we're planning in the middle of the pasture."

I smiled happily.  "I think that's a great idea.  I'd appreciate help
preparing the list of materials, too.  And it'll be great to have help from
Gramps."

The three of us spent an hour walking around the inside of the pasture,
looking at the condition of the fence and the pasture itself.  I showed
them what Jason and I had done and what I intended to do.

We located the survey markers we needed for the center fence line.  While
Dad drove into town and purchased a small sledge hammer and several bundles
of posts, I showed Gramps around the barn site.

There was something on my mind.  "How's Logan doin', Gramps?"

Gramps smiled gently.  "He's doing well, now.  He and Kevin are getting
along very well.  I think he's found a new home for the next few years.  We
miss him, but this will work out best."

There were tears in my eyes as I replied.  "I miss him too, Gramps.  Do ya
think he'll come home for Christmas?"

Gramps put his arm around me and gave me a hug.  "Because of his volunteer
work with the court system, Kevin has a good handle on these things.  He
has every confidence that Logan will be able to do that.  Logan is being
treated far more like a victim than a criminal."

When Dad came home, the three of us had an early lunch and went back out to
set up the new fence line.  While we worked, Dad and Gramps asked questions
about how the wheat harvest was going, how well I liked driving the truck,
and how I was doing with Jason as my helper.  They were both making a
special effort to connect with how ranch life was going for me.  I knew the
interest was genuine, and I appreciated it from both of them.

By mid-afternoon, the fence post locations were staked and a list of
materials created for the five-strand barbed wire fence with a metal-pipe
gate at each end.  The three of us made another trip to BW Ranch Supply.
With Gramps' guidance, we ordered the materials and arranged for their
delivery.  We also bought a fence stretcher, a couple pairs of fencing
pliers, and a few other tools so I could return the borrowed tools to
Gramps.

Gramps and Grams had invited us for dinner.  It was fun to spend time with
my substitute grandparents, something that needed to happen more often.

************

That night as I was getting ready for bed, I realized that I'd been out of
touch with Nate all week, and I needed to correct that.  He'd been fine on
Sunday, but I wanted to make sure that was holding.  I texted him.

"What's up, buddy?"

"Just hanging out with Mom and Dad."

"We gotta get together soon."

"That's what Rusty said too, but he doesn't think that's gonna happen until
the harvest is done."

"Are you busy working too?"

"Yeah.  No wheat, but lots of other things to do."

"I miss you.  If you need anything, come on over."

"I miss you too. See you soon."

"Okay."

************

The first part of the next week went by rapidly.  Mornings were spent
driving truck, the afternoons with Jason fixing fence.

The barn kit was delivered on Tuesday afternoon.  The first truck brought
the prefabricated trusses, and a second held the rest of the materials,
including the wood for the connecting fence and corral.  Everything was now
in position for the construction to begin on Thursday.

Jason and I would be finished with the first part of the fence project on
Wednesday, and I wanted to pay him.  I looked for Dad after dinner, and
found him in his office.

"Dad, I need to pay Jace tomorrow.  Will we write him a check like Rusty's
dad does for me?"

"That's what I had planned.  How many hours has he worked?"

I handed him the project notebook I'd been keeping.  "Twenty-four by the
end of tomorrow."

Dad smiled his approval.  "I'll make a copy of this for our accounting
records.  How much are Patrick and Pete paying you for truck driving?"

"Fifteen dollars an hour."

"So, how much do you think Jason's time is worth?"

I thought a minute.  "As much as my time is worth to Pete.  Not that Gramps
underpaid me, but I think Jace should get what I'm getting now."

Dad smiled.  "I'm glad you think that way.  Looking at the work he and you
have done, I agree completely."

Dad wrote a check and handed it to me.  "I would pay him more, but we need
to stay in line with what others pay.  Now, who do you plan to ask to help
with the new fence?"

"I think it's a two-person or three-person job, but I don't have enough
experience to do it with Jace.  Rusty and I could do it if he's available.
Nate has more experience too, and he could help.  Otherwise, we'll have to
hire someone else to do it."

Dad smiled.  "I'm glad you know your limitations.  It doesn't need to be
done right away.  Let's wait and see if Rusty has some time later on."

By Wednesday mid-afternoon, Jason and I were finished with the fence
repair.  I took him home, and handed him his check when we got there.

Jason looked at the check, and then at me.  "Isn't that too much for a
beginner?"

I'd expected that.  "Jace, ya did a good job, and yer worth every penny of
that.  It would have taken me more than twice as long by myself.  Besides,
you were a lot of fun to work with.  I hope we can do something like this
again."

Once I got home, I stripped and took a shower.  When I returned to my room,
I checked myself out in the full-length mirror.  I was getting tan lines
from too much work and not enough play.  A hot kid didn't have tan lines.
I struck a few poses and grinned at my reflection.  Get rid of the tan
lines, and I would be a very hot kid for sure.

My inspection of my sexy body was interrupted by a ping from my phone.  It
was a text from Dad.

"Fence material delivery this afternoon.  Are you home?"

"I just took Jace home.  I'm home for the rest of the day."

"Can you tell them where to unload?"

"Sure.  In the middle of the field.  Right?"

"Right.  We're on our way to Boise for a meeting at my office.  We'll be
back about ten.  There's leftover pizza in the refrigerator."

"Okay.  Thanks."

I grabbed a towel and went to the front yard to get some sun while I waited.

************

>From my secluded sunning spot behind some shrubbery, I heard the truck pull
up, the door open, and footsteps in the gravel driveway.  Due to poor
planning, my shorts were in my room.  I stood up and snagged the towel I'd
been lying on, but by that time the driver had spotted me and was walking
towards me, checking me out as he approached.

I was checking him out, too.  Lean, hard, and well-muscled, he was dressed
in work boots, loose-fitting Levis, and a BW Ranch Supply cap.  A few years
older than me, he was a Native American god with dark eyes, thick black
hair, dark skin, and a body to die for.  A tattoo in the form of a
continuous cat footprint pattern circled his right bicep.  The growing
bulge in his jeans suggested that he was well hung and liked what he was
looking at.  I let my towel fall back to the ground.

The driver held out his hand with a friendly smile.  "Hi, I'm Shago.  Is
this the place for the fencing materials delivery?"

I returned his firm handshake.  "Hi, Shago.  I'm Toby.  Yeah, yer at the
right place."

"Great!  Where do you want this unloaded?"

I pointed to the pasture.  "We need it in the middle of that field, next to
the row of stakes.  Will that work?"

Shago looked where I was pointing.   "That will work fine, Nuka.  You can
ride up there with me and show me where to unload if ya wanna."

"Thanks, I'll do that.  But what does Nuka mean?"  I grinned playfully.
 "Naked boy?"

He chuckled.  "No, it's a nickname meaning 'little bro'.  Do ya like it?"

I grinned happily.  "Yeah, I like it.  How do you say 'big bro'?"

Shago smiled at my enthusiasm.  "You couldn't pronounce it.  Better just
stick to 'Shago'.  My parents invented it, so it can mean anything you want
it to."

"Okay, I'll do that.  Now, I better go get some shorts to wear."

Shago was checking me out again.  "You don't have to if ya don't wanna.  I
allow naked kids in my truck, especially when they're as hot as you are."

I hesitated briefly.  "Yer sure?  I probably oughta wear somethin'."

Shago put his BW Ranch Supply cap on my head.  "Okay, Nuka, now you're
wearing something.  Let's go."

I gave him my best little bro grin.  "That works for me."

I followed Shago to his truck, parked with the passenger side towards the
road.  I quickly got in and closed the door, just in time because a car was
approaching.  It was Coach and Jason.  I waved to them, and they waved
back.  I grinned as Jason blew me a kiss.

Shago returned to the driver's seat.  I looked him over some more as he
drove up the access road to the barn site and into the field.  I liked this
guy.  He was friendly, had a sense of humor, and seemed to like me, too.
And he was hotter than hell.  And I was getting a boner.

Shago noticed and grinned at me.  "I think your cock likes me."  He took
the hat off my head and dropped it over my pole.  "You're distracting me
from my driving."

I grinned back.  "Yeah, it likes you."  I put the hat back on my head and
stroked my boner a couple of times.  "And it was yer idea for me to ride up
here naked, so I think ya like the distraction."

Shago laughed.  "I like your attitude, Nuka.  That's a nice pole you got.
I bet you make good use of it."

I smiled.  "Yeah, it sees a little action sometimes."

Shago drove up to where I had requested.  We climbed out, and I joined him
at the back of the truck.

The truck had a small forklift mounted on the back.  Shago lowered the
forklift to the ground, unloaded the materials, and returned the forklift
to its traveling location, all within minutes.

I was impressed.  "That's a cool setup.  I've never seen one like that
before."

Shago grinned.  "How long have ya lived out here in the country?"

"About two months.  We moved here from Boise."

"These are used for materials delivery in the city too, but you'll see them
more around here.  A lot of things are hauled around the rural areas by
truck, and when you get to your destination, there's likely to be no one to
help you unload.  They're a great time saver."

Shago pulled a clipboard holding the invoice out of the truck cab and
handed it to me.

"Here, Nuka.  I need you to sign this."

I looked at the invoice, signed it, and handed it back.

I wanted to learn more about Shago before he left.  "Do ya live around
here, Shago?"

Shago put the clipboard back in the truck.  "Yeah, I do.  I work on a ranch
near here.  I also do deliveries for BW Ranch Supply when they need me to."

"How old are ya?"

Shago gave me a wink and a teasing grin.  "I'm twenty.  Is that too old for
ya, Nuka?"

I could tease, too.  "I don't know.  Ya might not be able to do it anymore."

Shago laughed.  "And how old are you?"

I grinned impishly.  "I'm fourteen.  Is that too young for ya, Shago?"

He chuckled softly.  "Nope, smart ass.  I'd say your hot fourteen-year-old
body is perfect for me."  He ran his hands lightly over my chest, thumbs
gently caressing my nipples. Chills ran up and down my spine.

I ran a finger lightly along his abs just above his Levis, smiling at his
boner responded to the stimulus.  "Do ya wanna hang out with me for a
while?"

Shago grinned at me.  "Sure, this is my last delivery for the day."

I grinned back.  "Cool!"

Shago's right hand moved on down to my abs, and then to my rigid boner.
Boy juice oozed out onto his fingers as he stroked it gently.  I shivered
in eager anticipation of what he might do next.

Grabbing me by the back of my neck, Shago pulled me close with a strength
that took my breath away.  Kissing me with an intensity I hadn't
experienced before, his tongue teased my mouth open and reached in seeking
mine.  I unfastened the top buttons of his Levis and slipped my hand
inside.  Grasping his pole, I gently rubbed the tip with my thumb.

Moving his right hand to my ass cheeks, Shago found my asshole and worked
his middle finger inside.  I broke off the kiss and gasped with pleasure.

"Oh, fuck, that feels good!"

"That pole in your hand is gonna feel even better in there."

I knew what I wanted to do.  If Shago was bold enough to screw a
fourteen-year-old in the kid's own bed, I was bold enough to let him do it.

"I got some lube in my room. You can fuck me there if ya wanna.  My parents
aren't home."

He smiled.  "I like that plan."

************

I stood naked in front of Shago.  He'd left his truck on the dirt road, and
we had entered my bedroom from the basement access.  He had quickly
stripped, and now he was lubricating his boner and devouring me with his
eyes.

I was devouring him, too.  His narrow hips and well-developed glutes
complemented the features I'd seen earlier.  His pole stood tall enough to
reach well above his navel.

Grabbing me by the back of my head, Shago roughly pressed his lips to
mine.  I opened my mouth, and our tongues teased each other.  Putting my
arms around his waist, I held him close as he ground against me and played
with my asshole, driving me to a sensual frenzy.

Slowly pushing me back onto the bed, Shago knelt between my legs and kissed
me again.  He worked his way downward, biting my nipples, kissing my chest
and abs as he moved down my pleasure trail towards my raging boner.

I moaned with pleasure as Shago slipped a finger inside, lubricating me and
massaging my prostate again.  Then he quickly swallowed my rigid pole.  My
hands stroked his thick dark hair, urging him on as he pushed me towards
paradise.  In less than a minute, I shot my load down his throat with a cry
of pleasure.

Bending over, Shago locked lips with me again as he guided his boner
between my spread legs and entered me.  As I gripped the bedding tightly
and cried out with pain, pleasure, and excitement, he steadily pushed all
the way in, filling me completely.

As I gasped for breath and squirmed under him, Shago looked down at me with
smug satisfaction.  The cat had captured the mouse, and now he was going to
play with it.  Leaning over to kiss me again, he began to move inside me.

For endless minutes, as I writhed in ecstasy beneath him, Shago satisfied
his carnal desires, probing me in every way imaginable.  I clawed at his
back, urging him on, gasping with pleasure every time he did something
new.  It was everything I could have hoped for from an experienced sexual
partner.

Shago was approaching the end.  Looking into his eyes, I held my breath,
waiting in anticipation as he hung on the edge, struggling not to go over.

Then there was no turning back.  With a forceful thrust, he fired the first
round.  I squealed with excitement as he drove in hard and deep, grunting
with animal pleasure, shooting his sperm deep inside me.

Shago rested on top of me for a few moments before pulling out and sitting
back on his heels, smiling like the cat that ate the canary.

"You're a hot one, Nuka.  That was one hell of a good fuck."

I grinned at him.  "I loved what ya did to me, Shago.  Are ya gonna do it
some more?"

He leaned over and kissed me.  "Give me a few minutes, and we'll do it
again, and do a lot of other things that you're gonna like, too."

************

It was late in the evening when Shago kissed me goodbye.  Wearing nothing
but his BW Ranch Supply cap, I had walked with him to the backyard to watch
him leave.  I waved as he drove away.

Including breaks for leftover pizza and searches for makeshift bondage
equipment, we'd been at it for the better part of three hours.  I'd
experienced several positions I'd never heard of before.  I'd discovered
that I liked it rough, or more accurately, even rougher than Logan, Austin
and Andy had given it to me.  I'd also learned that being sexually
submissive could be fun.

My wrists and ankles were sore from being tied up, and my back and chest
were scratched.  Between that and being penetrated repeatedly, I was going
to be hurting the next day, but I didn't care.  Every minute with Shago had
been a minute of intense excitement.  We'd exchanged phone numbers, and I
hoped I would see him again.

I went back inside and cleaned up the mess.  Jizz was everywhere - the
headboard, the wall, the dresser, the wall mirror, the floor -  both his
and mine.  There was even some on the top of the bookcase.  I never did
figure out how it got there.

The sheets were soaked.  I put them in the washing machine and then took a
shower.  Then I put the sheets in the dryer, made the bed, and checked the
room.  It would pass inspection.

My new BW Ranch Supply cap sat next to my John Deere cap on my dresser.
Both were gifts that I would wear with pride.

I crawled into bed, this time to sleep.  It had been a long day.  I'd been
up since five o'clock.  I thought back over the last several days as I
drifted off to sleep.  It had been an unusual week, and it wasn't over yet.


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