Date: Fri, 03 May 2002 08:00:47 -0700
From: Clone Buggs <cqsqfq@hotmail.com>
Subject: Big, Easy & Hot 5

Bulldogger


	When I landed this job working on a dude ranch in Wyoming, I
expected to earn some good money in tips from the tourists, to help pay my
way for another year of school.  I had no idea the clientele of the place,
was generally gay, not that it matters.  I answered an ad that a friend of
mine sent me from home, the last week of school.  He told me he's gotten it
out of a horseman's magazine.  Well he and I had both been horse crazy
since we were kids, and we both applied to the ranch for the summer job.  I
got hired, and Rob, didn't.  It's just as well he didn't, he's not gay.
	When I arrived by bus from Kansas City, where I was going to
school, I was picked up at the gas station where the bus dropped me by an
older guy dressed in western clothes and wearing a beaten up cowboy hat.
He was driving a battered old red Jeep Waggoneer with the back end knocked
out of it.  He didn't talk much, but I did learn that he was the cook for
the place.  His name was Dan.
	About ten miles out of town, he looked over at me, and pitched his
butt out the window with a flick of his finger, and asked me point blank if
I was queer.  I swallowed, wondering what I'd gotten myself into.
	"Don't matter if you're not," he said.  "But it shore makes it a
lot easier if you are."  That was it.  He didn't say another word on the
ride, and I didn't know what to say.
	At the ranch, I was introduced to the boss.  A man named Jake, in
his mid thirties, with a wiry cowboy's body, and a shock of red hair.  He
looked like he'd grown up on a ranch, but as we talked, I learned he had
bought the ranch a few years before, when he'd grown tired of living in the
city.  Philadelphia, he said was his home town.  He'd done very well there
with a fresh fish supply wholesale business.
	Jake took me out to the bunkhouse, and introduced me to several
guys about my age who had been hired for the season.  None of them looked
like they had a lot of experience with horses, but all insisted they had,
Jake said.  We weren't expecting our first guests for another week, and he
thought that was enough time to settle in, and get the hang of the routine
around the place.  We would be going on a three day pack trip into the
mountains so Jake could show us the scenery and tell us a few stories that
the guests liked to hear.  He said it would make us seem more real if we
knew what we were talking about.
	I was looking forward to the trip, but two or three of the guys
groaned at the prospect.  My dad always said, you can never tell about a
man until you've been camping with him.  We'll know soon enough.
	Dinner was early, at four-thirty.  Steak and fried potatoes with
sliced tomatoes and raw onions.  Dan's biscuits were not to be believed.
After dinner, we did chores, feeding the animals, and cleaning out some
stalls.  We all got pretty sweaty and smelled of horse and cow dung.  Jake
told us we could take baths in the big stock tank under the windmill.  The
bunk house didn't have a shower.
	"Besides," he said.  "The guests get a kick out of seeing naked
cowboys washing up in the stock tank."  He cackled at that, and slapped his
knee.
	As the sun went down, several of us hired hands, decided to watch
some TV.  The main lodge had a big TV room furnished with heavy leather
furniture and lots of it.  We couldn't get any channels to come in on the
set, and Jake laughed, and told me when I found him in his office, that we
didn't get outside television.  "There is a good library of tapes in the
cabinet behind the set though.  He laughed.  Jake's a happy kinda guy.
	The first tape, was an orgy.  A dozen guys fucking each other and
sucking everything that wasn't plugged into a hole.  The boys were a little
nervous, but before it was over, I could tell they were watching with
interest.  I suspected Jake hired guys that were young enough to not have
much experience yet, and might be sitting on the fence sexually.  He was
hoping, I surmised they would elect to come down on his side of the wire
when they did get some experience.  I also suspected we were all going to
get plenty of experience before the summer was over.
	The second tape was really hot, with lots of closeups of dicks
disappearing down holes and cum shots that looked like they were blasting
off for the moon.  One of the guys, wondered if guys really could take a
cock up the ass like that.
	"You want me to show you?"  I laughed.
	"Hell no.  I ain't no queer."  He glared at me.
	"Boy," I said.  "If you ain't no queer, then you better high tail
it out of here, because if you haven't noticed, this here is a queer dude
ranch.  The guests are going to be after your ass the whole summer."
	"No shit!"  Several of the guys perked up at my statement.
	"How do you know?" A youngish looking guy stared at me with an open
mouth.
	"I know, because I'm not stupid.  Close your mouth Clem."
	"My name's not Clem, it's Bill."  He closed his mouth and looked
around our little group of five.
	"Listen guys," I said quietly.  "I know this might be a shock to
you.  I'm sure most of you haven't been away from home before."  They were
all nodding at me.
	"My Daddy told me a summer on a ranch would make a man out of me.
He thinks I'm too much of a wussy," Bill said.
	"You mean pussy, don't you," Arnie, a tall good looking kid said.
	"Don't tease him Arnie.  We all could use some support in this.  It
won't help if we are at each other's throats all summer."
	Arnie ducked his head in apology to Bill.  We sat in silence for a
few minutes, watching the gay sex on the screen.  When the tape came to a
cum shot ending, everybody sat where they were, thinking.
	"So," said Arnie.  "How do you know so much about what's going to
happen here?"  He looked suggestively at me.
	"I won't deny it.  I'm gay.  I've been away at college for two
years now, and I'm certainly queer.  I like taking dick up the ass, and
there's nothing better than a good blowjob by somebody who knows what he's
doing."  I sat back in my chair, and draped an arm over the back.  My cock
was hard from watching the videos, and I rubbed it through the fabric of my
jeans.
	"Geez," Guss, a little dark haired guy of nineteen or twenty said,
with a long exhalation of breath.  "My dick's so hard from watching these
videos, I got to go to the outhouse and jerk off."  Everybody laughed at
him.
	"Why don't we all go back to the bunkhouse," I suggested.  "And
have a circle jerk."
	"What's that," Arnie asked.
	"We just all get naked and jerk off watching each other.  It's fun
to try to see who can hold off cumming the longest."  I stood up, and
walked to the door.  "Anybody game?"  They all seemed a little embarrassed,
but one by one, they got up, sporting boners, and followed me out to the
bunkhouse.  I saw Jake standing in his window watching us with a grin on
his face.  I know, somehow, he'd heard every word we had said in the TV
room.
	I stripped out of my clothes, and soon the others were following my
lead.  Dick and Harvy, two of the young hired hands who had been reading in
the bunkhouse wanted to know what was going on, but none of us spoke.
	We all stood in a circle, facing the center, and started handling
our cocks.  Dick and Harvy soon caught on to what was happening, and
quickly joined our circle.  I went to my footlocker, and got out my bottle
of lube, and squeezed a gob into my hand.  I passed it to the next guy, and
started stroking my nine inches slowly.  I noticed Jake, sidle into the
room, naked himself.  He had a nice piece of dickmeat between his legs and
rising.
	Nobody made any comments, but it was clear from every guy's
expression, they were all getting into the scene.  Jake waited until the
jerking was well established, before he stepped up and joined our circle.
The guys made room for him and admired his large cock and heavy hang of
balls.  He wasted no time, by asking Arnie, if he minded stroking his cock,
while he stroked on his.  Arnie hesitated, but finally reached tentatively
for Jake's meat pole.  They whacked on each other for a while, then I
reached over and put my hand on Jake's butt.  He spread his legs, and bent
at the waist.  I stepped up behind him, and massaged his butthole.  He
looked over his shoulder at me and winked.  I quickly retrieved a rubber,
and suited up.  I greased my pole with the lube, and positioned myself
behind the boss.  He reached for my cock, and guided me home.  I sank to
the bottom in one smooth glide.  There were several audible gasps around
the room.
	I felt a hand on my butt, and a greasy finger poking my tender.  I
hissed for Bill to put a rubber on and fuck me.  He followed my
instructions, and was soon massaging my prostate with a very nice cock.  I
looked around, and saw that several guys were watching with their mouths
open.
	"Closed your mouths and put rubbers on.  Bill's next, and then who
wants it?"  Before it was over, we had a real daisy chain in the bunkhouse
with enough dicks and assholes to complete the circle.  I'd never seen
anything like it, but it was one hot scene.
	Before the night came to a snoring end, we'd all had enough lessons
in cocksucking and buttfucking to make us all experts.  Even old Dan, the
cook got into the act, when he realized he was alone, and came looking for
us.  He's got a dick most horses would be proud of, and man he knows how to
use it.
	Needless to say we are all looking forward to the arrival of our
guests.  We've been doing everthing necessary to get and keep our assholes
primed and ready for what ever the guests might have to stick up them.
Jake has been showing us how to take really big dildos up there, because he
said several of his regulars like big toys, and tip extra for the effort.
He estimates we'll all make around ten thousand apiece before the summer is
over.
	I asked him if I could count on the job next summer as well, but he
said he was sorry.  His guests had made it clear they liked new meat every
year.  He couldn't afford to lose his triple X rating in the gay guide
books. It doesn't matter though, I hooked up with a sugardaddy in August
who wants to pay my tuition and take care of me while I'm in school.  He's
from Kansas City too, and I like his big ol' cock plowing my butt, as much
as he likes mine doing him.
	I'll always remember my summer at the ranch.  I have never had so
much good or frequent sex since then.  I guess that it could only happen
once, or it wouldn't be special.  Some of the guys I worked with have kept
in touch.  Every once in a while, one of them will pass through town, and
we always manage the time to get it on somehow.  The Doc, my sugardaddy,
loves to watch young guys fucking and sucking.  He usually ends up joining
in the fun before the night is over.

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