Date: Sat, 19 Nov 2011 17:16:30 -0500 (EST)
From: lovmexjiz@aol.com
Subject: Docking Sheep with Vern

Several years ago, I was just getting ready to graduate from the eighth
grade and my aunt's husband stopped over to the house to talk to the folks.
His family owns a sheep ranch north of town and he wanted to know if he
could hire me to spend a couple days to help dock sheep.  For those of you
who don't know, that is when the baby lambs are brought in, a paint brand
is placed on them, tails cut off, shots given and the males castarated.
Now days this is done with rubber bands, but with large flocks, that is a
lot of rubber bands.  The folks readily agreed and I was excited to make a
little extra cash.  The next morning at 4:30 AM Vern was at the door to
pick me up.  I was up an ready to go and looking forward to spending some
time with my uncle.  Vern was in his late 20's and a real contrast to my
family.  He had a year round tan, dark hair and a killer smile that he used
all the time.  My family on the other hand is very white, red hair, and I
could see why my aunt latched onto him. Vern was a friend to everyone and I
never saw him angry at anyone.  It would be a good time.

We drove the two hours to his family's ranch and it was decided that before
we caught up with the others, that we would drive around and check on the
cows.  The bulls had just been put in with the cows for the next years calf
crop and he wanted to make sure all was well.  He had been drinking coffee
all the way and each time we stopped at a gate, he had to get out and pee.
He would make sure that when he peed, I would be able to see his cock
instead of turning out of view.  I thought this strange, but also got me
excited since I thought the guy was very good looking and if he wanted me
to see, I would look.  As time went by, it seemed that he was growing and
showing more each time.  I was struggling with some of the barbed wire
gates and he told me that the next gate, he would help me and show me how
to open the gate more easily.  This time when I got back into the pickup, I
looked at his crotch and I knew for sure that it wasn't my imagination, he
was growing.  As we drove down the dirt road, checking cows and calves, I
could see out of the corner of my eye that he kept repositioning his dick
and it was indeed growing and filling out the front of his 501s.

At the next pasture gate that we came to Vern and I both get out.  He
showed me that instead of pushing the gate post into the fence post to
reach around the fence post and pull the gate post towards the fence post.
He did it and it looked very easy.  When I tried, it wasn't so easy and he
comes over tight behind me to help me and I could feel his hard dick
pressed up against me.  I didn't know what to do, pull away or what. I just
froze in position and felt him press tighter into me.  Now mind you, I had
messed around with a friend of mine before, but the most that we had ever
accomplished was lying naked together and rubbing our cocks into each other
until one of us would cum.  We had tried rubbing up and down each others
ass cracks with our cocks, but knew nothing about lubricant or the like and
when we both tried to fuck the other it didn't end pretty.  Trying to shove
an unlubricated cock into a dry ass, no matter how juvenile in size the
cock is still makes your eyes pop out, you see white light, and your ass
burns like hell.  We never tried it again and chalked all the stories we
would hear at school to pure fantasy.  So when he positioned himself like
that, I lost all semblance of my hard on.  I lucked out in that we caught
up with the rest of the guys in the next pasture where they had already
started working the sheep.  They showed me how to catch the lambs that were
in a make shift corral, hold them up so they could be castrated, tails
docked then turn them over the fence to find their mommas.

Along about 3 PM, a huge thunderstorm came up and while we were trying to
finish the lambs that were in the holding area, we got drenched with rain.
On the way back to the farm house, Vern asked me if it would be okay to
spend the night at the ranch rather than the long drive back now and then
another 2 hours back in the morning to finish with the lambs.  I was
already getting tired, not being used to being up so early in the morning
and chasing dumb sheep all day long, but I didn't have any other clothes.
He said he was sure that he could figure something out since he was the
youngest of 7 brothers, there should be something for me, so I said sure.
I was ready to get to bed. That wasn't going to happen as quickly as I had
hoped.

We got back to the house and waited for the others to get back so we could
eat.  As tired as I was, it seemed like it took forever for the rest of the
family to get in from the pasture.  It was decided that Vern and I could
stay in one of the out buildings that had sprung up by the mainhouse over
the years.  It seems that as the sons got older, they would build a small
house on the grounds that they could live in, being free of parental
oversight until they got married and moved on.  Either to another ranch, or
into town like Vern had done.  The house was like a free standing
apartment, about 400 square feet, one bedroom, kitchenette, living room,
tiny bathroom and back porch for your coats, boots, etc.  Nothing that was
going to make Town and Country magazine, but good enough so you were out
from Mom and Dad's house.  After dinner, I was getting a little nervous
about spending the night, but, decided it was just one night so what the
hell.  We went to the little house and Vern told me that he hadn't been
able to find any additional clothing for me, but the washer and dryer on
the porch worked so go take a shower, check myself very closely for ticks
and he would go throw my clothes into the washer.  I got undressed and as I
threw my clothes out the door, I remembered what he had said about ticks
and told him I didn't know what they looked like.  He laughed that good
laugh and said, if I saw one on me, I would know immediately what it was
and besides, how many other bugs did I have crawling on me.  That made
sense to me.

Like the rest of the tiny house the shower was very homemade.  It had no
door, and basically looked like a 4 foot by 4 foot room with a nozzle
coming out of the wall and a concrete floor. It probably had a shower
curtain at some point, but it was gone.  I turned the water on and had to
wait for it to stop running the color of rust and for it to warm up.  Just
as I was about to get in the shower, Vern came thru the door naked as a jay
bird telling me I had better hurry and get in the shower because with the
wash machine going there wouldn't be much hot water.  I jumped into the
shower with him right behind me and in 10 seconds or less had one of the
biggest hardons that I had ever had.  He laughed and said not to worry
about that and proceeded to start soaping me up and himself at the same
time.  He was standing close enough behind me that I could feel his cock
swinging into me as he washed himself and me.  He told me he was trying to
hurry up because the hot water would run out and it would then be very
cold.  He was reaching around me washing my chest and his hand would stray
down to my cock and balls as he washed.  He then would wash my back and his
hand would goto my ass.  He would slide his hand and fingers into my crack
and a little push with the finger into my hole.  This was by no means a
fondling environment, but I could see and feel that his cock and sprung to
life and had grown as he washed me.  I truly don't know if he knew he was
growing, because as soon as I was rinsed off, he pushed me out of the
shower so he could get rinsed off.  As I am drying myself, I watch him and
his cock had indeed started to grow.  Just as he was getting done, he
screamed because the cold water hit him.  He finished rinsing off squirming
under the cold water and came to join me toweling off.  He told me to go
get into bed and he would put the clothes in the dryer.  As I got into bed,
for the first time, I realized that there was only the one bed, so I
scooted over to the wall as close as I could get.  I knew I needed to jack
off to get rid of the hardon that I had had since getting into the shower,
but I didn't know when Vern would be coming into the bedroom, so I just lay
there on my side so my cock wouldn't form a tent in the covers, afraid to
move.  I must have fallen to sleep because the next thing I remember is
Vern moving to get into bed.  He said the dryer wasn't working and he had
to lay the clothes out so they would dry overnight.  I was sleeping on my
side facing him and as he moved in the bed I could tell he was moving over
close to me facing me, also.  Of course my cock was still not behaving
itself and I felt it brush against him and what I was sure was his cock,
but this time, it was fully hard.  He pulled my head to his chest as he
reached down and grabbed both of our cocks in his free hand and slowly
started to jack us both off at the same time.  It felt to me that my dick
was about the same size as his and I was very proud of that.  His cock was
hitting my balls and he would allow my cock to slide up his pubic region
across his hair.  He pulled my balls forward so that his cock could slide
between my legs and I was loving it.  It didn't take long and I knew I was
about to cum and he knew it too.  He told me to let it go and I would sleep
better and I did.  I didn't think I would ever stop cumming and it was
shooting all over his hairy cock.  He just keep encouraging me to keep
cumming and was jacking his cock with my cum.  That was all it took and it
was lights out for me.  How cliche of me to fall asleep as soon as I cum.

I don't know how long I had been asleep when I jerked awake trying to get
my bearings.  It took a couple of minutes to remember where I was and who
had a hand over me slowly jacking on my again hard cock. (Oh to be young
again and have that continuous problem.) I could also feel him stroking the
crack of my ass and I wondered if I was going to fucked for the first time.
Then it occurred to me as I came awake, he has one arm under my head that I
am sleeping on, one is stroking my hardon so yes, this was probably it,
unless he grew a third hand somehow.  He stopped stroking my cock and I
felt him again reach between us and he was positioning his cock into the
crack of my ass.  It was all wet and slippery and I knew then I was going
to be fucked with my own cum.  He just kept working in back and forth and
in and out and was ever so gently fucking my virgin ass.  I was totally
surprised because there was none of the searing pain that I had experienced
when my friend had tried to ram his cock into me.  He kept it up until he
whispered in my ear that I would now know what it felt like when the cows
that we had been looking at got fucked and he emptied his balls into me.

It was still dark when he was shaking me awake telling me we had to get
started so we could finish the lambs.  He laughed at me when I tried
crawling out of be and still had a hardon.  He asked if that thing never
goes away.  I told him no.  After breakfast, we started heading back to the
pasture and Vern told his brother that he had to go check on something and
we took off on a different road.  At the very first gate, it was just like
the day before, I get out to open the gate and he takes a pee.  I turned
and said to him that it looks like his never goes away either.  He shook it
and reminded me that he knows how to make it go away if I was up for it and
it was like Hell Yes.  Bent over the hood of the Chevy truck, I gave up my
ass for the second time to my uncle and couldn't wait to get back to town
to teach my friend how to fuck.


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