Date: Thu, 2 Jan 2003 12:52:06 -0800 (PST)
From: J M <rollerboy_1979@bodybuilders.com>
Subject: DUDE RANCH III

I turned to Rod sitting next to me on the airplane and said, "Can you
believe it's been a year since we met at the dude ranch and had that white
German Shepard?".  "Yeah, I know, it seems like yesterday", he replied.
The company decided that we all needed to go back, this time for team
building exercises.  We landed, claimed our bags, and took the transfer bus
back to the place where I was introduced to dog/man sex.  I couldn't help
but get a tingle as I looked over at Rod, the magnificent dog sex addict
that got me hooked, then let me get fucked by his equally magnificent Great
Dane, Thor.  What a year it's been, I thought.  We stepped off the van at
the ranch, and my eyes were immediately drawn to the handsome cowhand
standing there with the white Shepard.  It was as if they never left that
spot a year ago. "Howdy, I'm Dusty and I'm gonna be yer team leader this
week", he announced in his hick drawl.  "Oh, Okay", Rod replied.  I asked,
"Who's on our team?". "Jest yew and the big dude", referring to Rod. "Y'all
git a horse and a bedroll in the bunkhouse, then we leave at four", he
said.  "Whoa pardner", said I.  "What do you mean we get a horse and a
bedroll?".  "Yep, that's what I said.  Turned out that Rod and I
sufficiently ignored each other throughout the year in order to keep people
from suspecting something, only to be considered not team players.
Consequently, we were put together with this hick in an attempt for us to
"bond" and become team members. I laughed to myself when I considered the
word "bond".  I thought, "Oh, we've bonded alright!".  We were shown where
to go and get our things and promptly told that we wouldn't be needing
anything we brought, with the exception of personal items like
toiletries. In the bunkhouse we were issued "cowboy" clothes, for lack of a
better way to describe them. That means bluejeans, a chambray shirt, boots,
and chaps. "Chaps? Cool!", we both exclaimed. "Yer gonna need 'em on the
trails, dudes", said Dusty. "They ain't fer looks".

We looked at each other and rolled our eyes. We were shown to a changing
room and then we stripped and changed. "Hey, you're bald down there too",
said Rod when he saw me naked. "Yeah, I thought I'd shave and surprise
you". "Well, our friend Dusty will sure wonder how he got too baldies if we
have to bathe in the river!", Rod said laughing. I admit that I blushed at
the thought. "What's your wife going to say?", he asked. "She's been
shaving her pussy for years, so I'll just tell her that I did it to
surprise her", I replied. After we changed into our ranch duds, we were
taken to the barn to pick out our horses. We walked into the barn and
immediately started laughing. Dusty said, "What's so funny?". "It's a
private joke", I replied. "Maybe not as private as ya think", he said. Rod
and I looked at each other and probably turned as white as a sheet. We just
ignored the remark hoping that he was just getting back at us for having a
private joke. We picked our horses, a mare and a stallion with huge balls
and the biggest dong I've ever seen. We saddled them up, put our bedrolls
on the saddles, and followed Dusty out of the barn.  The sun was getting
low in the sky as we rode out of the corral. Suddenly, the white German
Shepard pranced up along side the three horses and Dusty called out, "C'mon
Bullit, we're gonna ride tonight". Dusty was taking us and the dog out into
the Gallatin wilderness for a week of "team building" exercises. We both
wondered what kind of "exercises" we were in for.  As we rode, I studied
Dusty for awhile and decided to take a chance, saying, "You can drop the
phony hick accent, Dusty, or whatever your name is". He looked at me and
answered in the finest grammar and diction, "How did you know?". I simply
said, "No cowpoke I've ever seen has manicured fingernails and a neck that
looks more like a babies ass than leather". He laughed and admitted that it
was all an act for the tourists, who generally eat it up. Then he said,
"How long have you guys been fucking dogs?". We almost fell out of our
saddles when he said that. Rod blushed and then said, "You must have been
in the barn that night, considering your earlier remark". "Yep", he
exclaimed in an exaggerated hick accent, then he burst out laughing.  After
he composed himself, he admitted that Bullit just finished doing him when
Rod came into the barn looking for the dog. It turns out that Dusty was up
in the hay loft cleaning off the dog cum that was pouring out of his
ass. "Bullit is a real whore of a dog", he said. "He hasn't fucked me in
days, so we're gonna have fun tonight. We rode for a couple of hours
talking about how we're going to describe our "team building" exercises to
the other sales staff, eventhough we planned several days of dog fucking
amongst other things. We made camp in a small clearing surrounded by woods
and miles from the rest of the world. Dusty decided that his real name
wasn't important and we were Okay with that. Bullit sat patiently as we
built a fire and arranged our bedrolls around it. Dusty went into the woods
and came back wearing only his chaps. He was ripped without an ounce of fat
to hide his musculature. His sinuous body dressed only in chaps made my
dick jump with excitement. "You guys might feel more comfortable this way",
he remarked. His large uncut penis dangled freely and his large shaved
ballsac hung there even lower than his cock. I asked if his ballsac was
naturally that low or if he used a stretching device. He went to his saddle
bags and pulled out three leather ball stretchers that had snaps on them
and said, "You just pull your balls down, wrap this strap around them and
fasten the snaps; it keeps your balls two inches away from your body and
over time makes them hang lower".

We both said "Cool, can we try them?", almost in unison. "Sure, just drop
your drawers". We both stripped and when Dusty saw our bald genitals, he
exclaimed, "Wow, can you do that to me?". "Of course", Rod replied. We put
our chaps back on and admired how each of our butts looked framed by these
neat leather togs. We also liked the way the open crotch gave free access
to our cocks. Dusty knelt down in front of Rod and pulled his ballsac down
to what seemed like his knees. Rod looked down and could not believe they
stretched that far. Dusty had Rod hold them down low as he opened the
leather ball stretcher and wrapped it around his scrotum. He snapped it
shut and his balls sucked up to them being held about two inches below his
perineum. He did the same to me and I immediately got a huge
erection. "Nice one man", let's not waste it. He whistled to Bullit and the
dog immediately ran over to him. He got down on his knees in front me and
Bullit immediately mounted him. The dog wrapped his front legs around
Dusty's waist and started ramming his dog cock into Dusty's ass. What a
site that was; a buff guy in chaps getting his ass pumped by a big white
German Shepard. The dog furiously fucked Dusty as he took my cock into his
mouth. There I stood getting a blowjob from a guy being fucked by a dog. I
didn't know how long I could last. Suddenly, as I stood there I felt a
lubed finger up my ass. Rod was lubing me up for a fuck. He took his uncut
meat and rammed it into me as Dusty sucked my cock and Bullit dog fucked
him. We were all aglow in campfire light with billions of stars shining
down as this natural ballet of dog fucking, cock sucking, and ass pumping
took place. Rod was the first to cum. He groaned loudly as he blew his load
into my rectum. His hot load and the massaging action of his dick on my
prostate made me blow a huge load into Dusty's mouth. I moaned as he gulped
and took every drop. Bullit had already rammed his knot into Dusty who was
obviously so used to it that it slipped in easily. Rod pulled out of me,
and Dusty let my cock fall out of his mouth as Bullit jumped down and
turned to tie with Dusty. "He's going to be awhile, so why don't you guys
get out a shaving kit", he said. Rod ran to his saddle bag and got out a
small can of shave cream and a disposable razor. Dusty got up on his knees
and turned to Bullit saying, "Stay boy". The dog just stood there
motionless as he pumped cum into is bitch, Dusty. "Why don't you shave me
while I wait for Bullit to finish?", he asked. Rod got some water to rinse
the shaver as I lathered Dusty up who was kneeling before me. After the
shave cream had a chance to soften the pubes, Rod squatted down with his
chaps on and his ballsac hanging down inside it's leather straight
jacket. He started to shave Dusty's crotch. His balls were already shaved,
so Rod only had the large patch above his cock to clean up. I just watched
as Dusty suddenly was as hairless as we were. "That's too cool; I've always
fantasized about being bald down there", he said. His cock was as hard as a
rock and at least eight inches long, and even when erect it was covered by
his ample natural foreskin. I was envious because mine was restored and his
was God-given. Rod stepped aside and I took Dusty's now shaved cock into my
mouth. I peeled back his foreskin and took in the intoxicating scent of his
smegma. I pulled it back forward and let my tongue explore his glans penis,
or cockhead, inside it's skin. It was as smooth as a baby's behind from
years of being protected by his prepuce. Mine, on the other hand, was a bit
rough from the years of being unprotected, but my new foreskin was allowing
it to heal. I expected it to be as smooth as Dusty's in a few years. I deep
throated Dusty as Bullit finished impregnating him and disengaged. As
Bullit's dog cum rushed out of Dusty's ass, he blew his load into my
mouth. Spurts of hot Dusty-cum splashed against the back of my throat; so
much that I had to immediately swallow or gag on the volume. It was hot and
sweet. We all got cleaned up and then sat by the campfire wearing only our
chaps and ball stretchers. We talked about our experiences and planned what
we'd do for the rest of our time together in the wilderness. Bullit ran off
chasing a rabbit.