Date: Thu, 24 Jun 1999 14:47:18 PDT
From: River Rat <riverrat56@hotmail.com>
Subject: On the Road 8

Encounter 8 

"On the Road"

I spent the remainder after Skip left was spent in the after-glow of
memories of the past few days. At this rate I would need to take vitamin E
supplements or possible viagra. The day was quiet, and I read and napped,
and ate a good meal.

The following day, I packed up and headed out on I-40. My first stop of the
day was a visit to the Route 66 museum at Clinton, OK. Learning about he
history and lore of this stretch of Americana was truly enjoyable. I was
surrounded by families with children and senior adults. I was beginning to
feel lonely and disconnected, so I refueled and hit the highway. I choose
to stay off the interstate and find as much original pavement as
possible. I saw a couple of hitchhikers. Several were downright scary, but
in my loneliness, I finally picked up one guy whom I felt sorry for in the
summer heat. I would be lying if I told you he was not a hunk, but that
sweat soaked tank top was too much to resist. I opened the side door of the
cab, the universal sign to "get in." He gave me a close look before he took
his seat, and threw his bag behind the seat.

"Where are you headed?" was my first words.

"Amarillo"

"Great, I'm going right through there. Welcome, my name's Josh, what's
yours?"

"I'm Brandon, nice to meet you. Thanks for picking me up. The heat was
really getting to me. Would you have anything to drink?"

"Sure, there's some bottled water in the refrigerator. Climb on back and
get it, I'll wait to pull out till you get back."

I couldn't help but notice his tight shorts as he twisted to get up. As he
stood, his body was only a few inches from me. I could smell his sweat.

"Would you like one too?" Brandon asked as he opened the refrigerator.

"Yeah, that would be great, Thanks."

"Hey, this is a nice rig. You got everything you need right here. Some day
I'd like to travel the country in one."

"That's my plan. I'm really enjoying seeing America for the first time. I
could write a book on my experiences, and I've only begun!"

We enjoyed the cool water as we drove on further. I learned the Brandon was
from Amarillo, and knew a lot about the country side. He was 21 years old,
and was returning to his father's ranch, after being gone several years to
find himself.

"A real prodigal son! Do you think your father will react the same as in
the parable?" I asked.

"I'm not sure, but I sure hope so. They don't know I'm coming, and I
haven't talked with them for several months, but I know I'll be
welcomed. The real problem will be several days later when they begin to
ask my plans for the future. To tell you the truth, I'm still not
sure. When I left on my journey, I thought I would find all the answers,
and all I found was more questions. I was raised to go to college, find my
career, and go off into the world and make a name for myself. College was
`ok' but I really want to be a rancher. I'm not sure my parents will
understand."

"You make a good point, just tell them what you've told me. I think you may
be surprised."

We continued to talk for the remainder of the day. I shared my story, and
generally we developed a friendship. As we neared the ranch, I could tell
that Brandon was more nervous the closer we got. The ranch was a beautiful
place, with a two story white main house, surrounded by grass, that would
be green in the spring. The outbuildings were in good repair, and I could
see several men busy coming and going. We pulled in front of the house, and
Brandon was quick to go through the front door. In a few minutes he
returned with his Dad, a big smile on his face. His dad shook my hand, and
invited me inside.

I could tell that Brandon had been welcomed home with open arms. I was
invited to stay for dinner, which I gladly accepted. It was a big Texas
BBQ, with excellent food, and many friends and family were invited. Brandon
was very gracious, and introduced me to so many people, I could never keep
then straight. As the evening wore down, Brandon invited me to spend the
night, so I pulled my rig beside the bunkhouse, and hooked up the electric
cord. Since there were no water or sewer connections, I used the facilities
in the bunkhouse. Brandon introduced me to the foreman, Jake, before going
to bed.

Although I had eyes on Brandon all day, that was all forgotten when I saw
the foreman. He looked like the `Marlborough Man.' His skin was as brown
and rough as leather. His smile was infectious, and his blue eyes saw right
through you, almost making you feel naked and vulnerable. I shook his hand,
and it was almost painful. I could tell he had already been in bed as he
was wearing some sleeping shorts and a t-shirt. I could see his penis and
balls sway as he walked. The bathroom was made to accommodate several guys
at once. He stepped up to a urinal, and I saw his dick from the side as he
began to piss. He caught me staring, and for a brief second, fear ran down
my spine. I stepped up to the urinal, which was one long trough. I was
trembling, feeling heightened sexual attraction to this man who gave off
raw sexuality. As I lowered my shorts to piss, he startled me with the
comment "Don't waste that piss down the drain, piss on me!"

I had never heard of such a thing. He physically turned me, and kneeled at
my feet. My steam hit him on his chest. He moaned, and moved his body to
get totally soaked. He was really enjoying himself, evident by his erection
sneaking out of his short's leg hole. Although I was not stimulated by the
golden shower, my friend was over the edge. He lowered his shorts, and
began to jerk-off on the bathroom floor. My piss had largely gone down the
floor drain while I was transfixed watching Jake jerk-off. My dick was
still in the open, propped up by the elastic band of my shorts under my
balls. Jake spurted cum all over the floor and himself, and I never moved a
muscle. I was about to tuck my dick back inside, when he pushed my hands
aside, and engulfed me in his mouth. I was taken aback, and wanted to get
away from the smell, but he held me tightly. I struggled to leave his
press, but he stood, and cornered me.

The panic was so thick, you could almost see it. I was turned on and
repulsed at the same time. I wanted to leave and stay. Jake put his hands
over mine, and raised them against the wall. He leaned over to kiss me, and
I turned my head.

"Like to play rough huh. Well I'm good at that too." he said in a
commanding voice. "I want you naked now, step in the shower and prepare
yourself."

As if by remote control, I did as commanded. I noticed my dick swell as I
obeyed his order. Jake turned on the shower knobs, and I felt his hands
roughly soap me down. Jake peeled off his wet cloths and joined my in the
same shower. For a brief second, I thought of escaping, but he saw my move,
and blocked the exit. Now that Jake was clean, I was a little more
interested, and awaited his next command. He turned off the water, and
handed me a towel.

When I began to dry my body he commanded "Dry me off first. Don't forget
that, do as your commanded."

Strangely, I obeyed without comment. I dried his body, front and back, and
stood dripping wet, waiting for instructions. My dick never went down.

"Dry yourself now" and I complied.

He led me into the dorm room. I saw his bed in the corner and followed him
there.

"Lay down on your back."

I didn't see the leather strips until too late. I struggled to get free,
but I was not match for his strength. I was not really afraid, and oddly
was already dripping pre-cum. I decided I'd go with the game, after all,
Brandon was not too far away.

Jake began his manipulations with my tits. He pinched them, making them
hard and swollen. He sucked them next, creating amazing sensations. He
moved to my armpits with his tongue. I never new they could be so
erotic. He found my ears, and then my mouth. I accepted his tongue, and
allowed him to explore my mouth. He then moved down my neck, and chest. As
he moved lower, he moved his body till his knees straddled my head. I could
see his dick, but it was out of reach. I could feel his mouth on my chest
and stomach. Suddenly, he sat up, pushing his ass to my face.

"Suck my ass hole, get that tongue busy."

I was so turned on, and with the added excitement, I complied with little
thought. I began to swirl my tongue around his pucker. I could feel his
push back, demanding me to enter him with my tongue. He moved back and
forward, giving my tongue a difficult workout. As suddenly as he got close,
his body moved away. He ignored my leaking dick, and traveled down to my
toes. He explored them, and moved again towards my dick. I lifted my butt,
as if to demand attention. I felt his mouth engulf my balls. He swung his
body around, and all I could see was the top of his head. I felt the
binding being removed from one ankle, then the next. He lifted my feet to
gain access to my ass. His tongue set me on fire, as he pushed pass my
ring. My breathing was labored as I struggled to absorb what was
happening. I gladly allowed his access to any part he wanted. He replaced
his tongue with a lubed finger. I heard the foil wrapper being torn, and
knew what was coming. He began slowly but persistently. I was so overcome
by the assault, that I thought of escape. He held me in place as he pushed
further. I thought I would tear in half before he was done, but soon the
pain lessened, and I could feel pleasure. My erection returned as he began
to fuck me in earnest. My legs were over his shoulder, but I wrapped them
around his waist, feeling him go deeper and deeper with each thrust. His
fingers found my cock, and he began to jerk me in the rhythm of his
thrusts. My mind went blank as I screamed and shot cum past my own face.

Jake gave no indication that he was ready to cum. His thrusts were strong
and steady. My dick began to soften and shrivel, and then suddenly, he
increased his pace to frantic. I could see his face contort. He suddenly
withdrew his cock, whipped off the condom, and shot cum on my face and
chest. I caught some on my tongue and took it my mouth. Jake collapsed
beside me, and I could see his chest rise and fall as his breathing
returned to normal. I wanted to caress him, but my hands were still tied. I
lay still, trying to regain mental functioning back from my dick. My arms
ached for release, and finally I had to ask for release.

Jake quickly untied the bonds, and allowed me to slip from the bed. I
returned to the bathroom to clean up and gather my clothes. When I slipped
past Jake's bed, all I heard was his snoring. The cool air of the night was
refreshing as I returned to the RV. I fell asleep as quickly as my head hit
the pillow.

The following morning, I awoke with the sound of a tractor being
started. It was only 6:30am, but I could detect lots of movement outside. I
quickly dressed, and began to explore the ranch. I ran into Jake, who was
feeding some stock in a pen. He ignored me, as if I was not there. Finally,
he looked up and told me to hand him the shovel near me. I did as
instructed, and stood quietly and admired this man who had so skillfully
fucked me the night before. I'm not sure what I expected the morning after,
but I got nothing. It was as if we had never met. I moved on to explore the
rest of the ranch.

I finally found Brandon near the main house, and he invited me in for
breakfast. He asked how I slept, and did I need anything. I casually asked
him about Jake.

"Don't mind him. He's just a cranky old cowboy. Too mean to marry. His
whole life is in this ranch. He has taught me as much as my own father,
maybe more."

I wondered if Brandon has been taught what I had the night before. I could
just imagine what that would have looked like. I began to feel that
awakening swell in my dick, and I hid it under the breakfast table. My
curiosity was aroused, along with my dick, and wanted to know more.

"Jake sure is an interesting guy, he showed me around last night after you
left. He reminds me of the `Marlborough Man' from the cigarette
commercials."

Brandon answered "He could do those commercials, and plenty more. As a
teenager, he took me under his wing, and showed me to ropes, literally"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, if your not fast enough, or obey quick enough, he's not beyond using
bondage to get his way."

"Yeah, he used some leather straps on me last night." was my impulsive
reply.

"Did he hurt you?"

"Naw, I was a willing participant. He sure has some hidden skills though."

"Yeah, I experienced many of them. He taught me to be a man. I guess I
should have warned you about him, but didn't think he would act so
quickly."

"He caught me staring at him at the urinal, and it was a non-stop ride from
there on out."

Brandon replied "You don't look too unhappy about it, so I assume you
enjoyed yourself?"

"I wasn't going to tell you, but yes, I had a great time. Never been tied
up before and was surprised to learn what a turn-on it could be. He fucked
my brains out. One tough dude."

"Shush! Don't let my Dad know" he whispered.  "He first fucked me when I
was 17. He caught me jerking off in the barn. Damn near gave me a new ass
hole before he was done. I walked with bow legs for a month! Forgot how
much I missed him till now."

We both walked around the ranch until we found Jake in the coral. He was
training a stallion, and they both looked so strong and masculine. The
stallion was unruly, and Jake was working hard to keep him under control. I
watched with rapt attention to the scene before me. Jake was the perfect
picture of health and vitality, wearing his leather chaps and cowboy hat. I
shifted my erection as I stood behind a fence post.

At one point, I saw the stallion's erection, all pink and slimy hanging
down with massive weight. I had never seen such display of animal
sexuality. Jake dismounted and walked over to Brandon and myself. I didn't
even hear their conversation, being consumed with lust for this dusty
cowboy. I followed a few feet behind, enjoying the two cute butts in
denim. We entered the barn, and I followed into the hayloft. Little did I
realize that I was being set up in the grand reunion of repressed sexuality
between Brandon and Josh.

My next glance was of them kissing, leaning into a stack of hay
bales. Hands were removing clothing as I stood and watched. When they were
both naked, they looked my way, indicating that I was behind. I quickly
stripped, looking for my next instructions. Brandon went to his knees and
took Jake's cock. I moved in close and watched. Jake laid down in the hay,
and Brandon followed him to the ground. Jake motioned me near, an had me
lay on my side, took me in his mouth. Brandon adjusted his position, and I
took him in my mouth. It was an incredible experience to suck and be sucked
at the same time. Brandon was cut, and a good mouthful. I could see that
Brandon had to work to get Jake's massive cock under control.

Jake soon had me near the edge before he stopped the action to rearrange
our positions. He put Brandon on all-fours and assaulted his ass with his
mouth. I moved in front, and Brandon took my cock in his mouth. Within
minutes, Jake had mounted Brandon's ass and was in to the hilt. Brandon was
a real trooper, and scarcely missed a stroke as Jake build up a steady
fucking rhythm. Within minutes Jake was speeding up, and soon filled
Brandon. I could hear the sloppy sounds as he withdrew his wilting
dick. Brandon continued to suck me, and was soon rewarded with my
cum. Brandon laid on his back, but had yet to cum.

Jake got on his haunches, and lowered himself onto Brandon's cock. This guy
must have lots of experience. There was no lube or condom as Jake began to
move up and down, increasing the speed until Brandon screamed for
release. Jake rode it through, and didn't quit till Brandon popped out of
his ass, too flaccid to continue. We all three laid in the straw, too tired
to move. We slowly dressed and went outside. Jake went one way, Brandon and
I the other. I needed a nap after all that action.

I spent one more night at the ranch. That night Jake pissed all over
me. Although it wasn't my thing, I could tell it greatly excited Jake. He
begged to be tied up, as I fucked him, and was replaced by Brandon, after I
came. Jake came with no direct touch, just as Brandon filled his ass with
cum. I showered and left, and the two fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning I said my "Good Byes" to continue my journey to see
America.