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D U D E R A N C H
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The desert is a cruel and forboding place, yet that summer, I was to call it
home. Having finished school, it seemed the only prospect of work was with a
ranch situated smack dab in the middle of what normal folk would consider a
dust bowl. Yet, somehow, the thought of going did not make me unhappy.
When the tears had cleared from mother's eyes, I saw fit to plant a big kiss on
her thinly paired lips, feeling her moist cheeks against mine as I pressed to
bid her farewell. It saddened me, but if I was to prove myself a man, this
parting was my trues course. Turning to father, always a cold and emotional
figure became almost sorry to see me standing there on the platform.
With a handshake, the acceptable form of manly gesture, I boarded the train,
now puffing and preparing to depart. I found my seat with little trouble and
craned to catch a glimpse of mother as the trained jerked and started pulling
away from the station. She waved her handkerchief and sobbed under a supporting
arm from dad. It was the first time I'd ever tried to put distance between
myself and what I termed home. The bonds I was breaking cause her much pain, I
knew, but then we both had an understanding. Something good would come out of
it all. I would be proving myself a man.
A few more puffs brought the train up to speed and I watched the ties meld into
a blur. The speed caused me to sink into my seat. It was like getting a gentle
hug from mother, so warm and sincere. I looked out the window to shake the last
thoughts of family and filled my mind with dust, blowing heat and the mooing of
cattle. I'd noticed earlier a brochure of some sort on the seat across the
compartment. Now I grabbed it, wanting anything to keep the tears back.
It was a brochure from the ranch I was travelling too, oddly enough. The cover
was golden, highlighting rugged, rusty, sandstone peaks against the glowing orb
of the sun. Cacti littered the landscape and a lone cowboy was silhouetted
against the deep blue to scarlet hues of the sky. He looked a rough sort of
creature. Certainly the kind of thing you would expect to find in a dust bowl.
A yawned a deep breath, nodded my head toward to window and slowly set into a
sleep.
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It was morning. The train had come to a stop and the baraking jolt had aroused
me. The brochure lay crumpled in my hand. I looked out the window into my new
habitat, grabbed my bags and prepared to enter it, alone.
Just getting the bags off the train was bad enough. I'd now have to find out
where I was going and just how I was about to get there. As I managed the last
step down, my bags landed with a thud at my feet. The wind rose and a lay a
hand at my hat should it decide to fly. Dust specks hit me hard in the face and
my mouth was sucked dry. The air was hot and the sweat was already welling on
my neck and back.
"Are you Steve?", a gruff voice said from ahead. I looked up to see a cowboy
coming for me. He took sweeping steps and met me before I had even a chance to
answer him.
"Yeah. Who are you?" I didn't expect anyone to be meeting me at the station. No
one in fact knew that I would even be there.
"Your parents wired ahead and told us you'd be arriving on this train. Guess
they were worried you'd get lost or something. Anyhow...I've come to collect
you back to the ranch. Are these your things?" His words were well spoken. I
thought it really rude if I declined him now and I accepted, even though I was
eager to prove myself.
"Yeah. Thanx for coming. I wasn't really expecting anyone to be here. Not that
I can't manage, I think I did pack a bit too much. Oh well!" I looked into his
eyes as I spoke. He met me and smiled.
His hands were really large and he took a bag in either one not even bothering
to clutch the handles. I grabbed the remaining tote and followed him from the
station. Out front were two horses hitched to a crude wagon. This was
obviously the transportation home. What I would now be calling home anyway.
I stopped to look at the horses. They were beautes and I couldn't wait to get
into the saddle, but these two were in no condition to have me ride them at
present. They looked pretty tired so I guessed that the ranch was a fair ride
away. He had already ascended the wagon and was readying. I took a step up and
threw my tote into the back as he tugged on the reins to start the horses. Off
we went.
"Hey! Ya know. I don't even know yer name. What is it?", I said, trying to make
adult conversation.
"My name's Jim, but my friends call me Tongue." He giggled, in a deep tone, and
extended a hand, keeping the other fixed on the reins.
Shaking his hand made me feel like I was taking the first step toward my
destiny. I'd never actaully shaken anyone's hand before, except for dad's. It
was different this time though and Jim's hands were really rough, like the
ground we rode across.
"Why do they call you Tongue? That's a really strange name, kinda funny too." I
chuckled. I looked at him square now. As he turned, facing me, a grin came on
his face and his eyes sparkled, something like mom's diamond ring.
"It's a long story Steve. Maybe some time I will tell you, but for now, call me
what ever you like. Names don't mean much round here 'ceptin' super time, and
even then it's usually only the chime that brings you to the table ta eat."
The country started getting rougher. I even saw a few wild animals, the likes
of which I'd only until now seen pictures of in books. It was so different to
see these things close up and in real life. I wanted to take a camera and
capture everything I saw but I'd forgotten to bring it with me and besides, I
don't think I could bring enough film with me either. There certainly weren't
any stores out here for such things. Everything would be mail order from now
on, so I was informed.
The sun was high in the sky before we reached some stone cairns marking one of
the ranch's southern boundary. Jim tugged gently on the reins and the horses
responded with a quickened pace. I was surprised that he didn't yell at then
at all. A man and beast rapport I'd not thought possible, except in legend. It
was like the horses and he actually talked through those two thin threads of
leather.
Buildings now formed on the not too distant horizon. As we pulled closed, I
even saw figures emerging and disappearing, going about their daily chores and
such. One thing struck me as being odd, but I just assumed that all the women
would be indoors, in the cool, preparing grub. The thought of it made me hungry
as I had not had anything since super of last night.
A tap on the wagon brought the horses to a stop, each of them puffing and
snorting anticipating some reward for travelling the great distance we hade
come. A hand came out of a barn off across the garden and took the horses
away. Jim had already gotten my bags and tote out of the back. The tote he now
handed to me, dropping it lightly into my out-stretched hands. "Come on," he
said, "I'll take you into your bunkin' house and get ya settled, then you can
wash up and I'll take ya in for chow." I nodded agreeingly.
He ran up a couple of steps, with me closely behind, and into what looked like
the hands quarters. It was then that it hit me that I would be really workin'
hard all summer. Feedin' the animals, washin' down the horses and herdin'
cattle. One thing was for sure though, I was certainly going to enjoy gettin'
in the saddle. Straddling a horse was a great feeling. It always gave me a rush
of power and I felt like I could reach out and pluck the stars from the sky.
My room was at the end of the hall on the left. Curtains wisped gently in the
breeze coming through a partially open window. The scent in the room was musty,
like it hadn't been used in some time. But nonetheless, I didn't see any dust,
save what came in on the breeze from outside. Jim tossed my bags off to one
side and landed himself on the bed with a bounce. "This is a good mattress.
I've slept in this room many a time. You should be really comfortable here
Steve, lad."
"Yeah. Looks okay." I smiled and sat down next to him. A loud noise from behind
startled me and I spun quickly, noticing that it was only the breeze catching
the door and slamming it shut. "Wow. That scared me. I hate loud noises,
'specially when you're not 'spectin' 'em."
"This place is usually pretty quite Steve. Fact is, this room is away from all
the others so you won't be disturbed much at all." He lay a hand on my shoulder
and squeezed me ever so slightly, but I could feel just how strong his grip
was. Must have been the years of work out here in the nowhere. A smile came
across his face and that same shining came to his eyes. Then he lay back onto
the pillow, his arms folded behind his head.
He looked rugged, but his gentleness led me into a sense of security. I didn't
really understand what was going on but I felt I was being drawn into
something. My emotions surged and my senses were acute, expecting that I should
again hear a loud noise. I sat there poised, at Jim's side. His gaze not
leaving my darting eyes.
The butterflies in my stomach told me that something was happening but I didn't
yet comprehend just what it was. I looked at Jim hoping he could explain it to
me. My face, I was sure, was growning redder by the minute and the pumping of
my heart made it difficult to swallow with each advance of blood. My temples
pulsed with it and my nostrils flared. Jim just lay there calm.
The curtains lifted and the cool breeze fell along my back. I felt the sweat
there and had an inkling of what wa to be. Jim caught me and moved a hand to my
back. His touch was gentle and I was unafraid. I moved closer to him, shifting
my buttocks along the sheets without trying to create a noticeable effort. His
elbow bent and he noticed my shift, sliding his hand along the ridge of my
spine, held tight against my moistened shirt.
He looked right through me and knew everything I wanted even though I did not.
"You've come here hoping to become a man, Steve, and that's just what you are."
His words were as kind as his touch. I relaxed, putting an arm about his belt.
The buckle was almost as large as the back of my hand. I caught his eye again
and when I looked down again, the buckle was gone. It shocked me at first,
because I had not seen a movement at all, and had only looked up momentarily.
His arm wrapped around me and pulled me up onto his chest, my legs still draped
across the bed and toes pointing toward the floor. I just lay there, unable to
speak. I was aware of my feelings but it was difficult for me act on them. I
really didn't know how. This Jim sensed, and to make it easy for me, he
prompted me on.
"Why don't you get out of that shirt, Steve? It looks uncomfortable." I nodded
affirmatively, and he helped with the buttons, sliding one hand around my
waist, his rough skin soothing me as he pushed it further around and up my back
to a shoulder. I fell back onto it and felt his other hand loosening my pants.
Instantly, my hands were there, alarmed, again. It was a real shock to discover
these feelings so quickly. Almost immediatley after Jim did anything I jumped,
then relaxed as I comprehended its full meaning and his intention.
My pants slid off landing in a pile, on top of my shirt, on the floor. Next
were socks, and a pair of underwear lay at the foot of the bed. He was still
fully clothed, minus a belt. This made me curious now. I was fully naked yet he
still had all his clothes on. It somehow didn't seem like it was supposed to be
like this and I put a hand up to unbutton his shirt.
Soon, it too was in the growing pile on the floor, his pants were next. I had
to tug hard to get them off. It was then that I noticed his crotch. Unlike
mine, it was full and swollen. I looked closer, and the lines of his
undershorts showed that something was alive inside. I felt a rush of blood and
my groin was warmed, his hands coming for me and pulling me onto his stomach,
butt first.
As I sat there, I felt him underneath me, warm and wet. Putting a hand at his
chest and one at his shoulder, I gained some stability and thoughts began
forming in my head. It was becoming clearer all the time, like a puzzle with
pieces popping into place at random. Sometimes, the picture was easy to see,
and other times, not enough pieces were there. I felt a pulse between my
cheeks. It didn't startle me. I looked into his sparkling eyes and at his
thick lips, moistened by a sliding tongue.
"So...tell me why they call you tongue," I said, the voice coming from a
seeming nowhere. I didn't even know I'd said it until after I realized what I
said.
He moved, lifting me into the air above him. I freed my arms and tugged at his
shorts, pulling them down to put the missing pieces of the puzzle into place.
It was then that I saw the whole picture and knew how I was about to become a
man. When he lowered me, I rested my head on his chest, listeneing to the beat
of his heart. It thumped like a bass drum, deep inside.
The warmth of his crotch rose into mine, and I felt hard, as was he. I just lay
there, rubbing myself on him and it felt really good. It felt great. I felt
warm all over. His strong hands helped me and grabbed at either of my cheeks,
moving me left and right across him. I sighed heavily, breathing hot air across
his erect nipple. I thought to lick it, and in the effort was swept off him.
I was face down in the pillow before I knew what was happening. The warmth in
my groin was still there, as was one of Jim's hands. It rubbed me gently, as I
had rubbed on him and I felt another sensation coming at me from behind - a
heat like that I had not felt before followed by incredible pleasure. I turned
sideways and saw him licking me from behind. It felt so good. I'd never
experienced anything like it before. The warmth filled me and I became very
wet, rolling from side to side, Jim playing with me all the time.
Though I had read about orgasms in books, the ones under dad's bed were very
explicit about such things, I'd never actually had one myself. But if this was
anything, it was close to an orgasm. I felt his tongue working deeper and
deeper. His mouth opened and closed and I felt his teeth knawing at me. The
roughness of his hands added to the sensation in my crotch and I rolled to see
what was happening. I couldn't believe the size of it. I'd never seen it that
large before. It was amazing.
He rubbed and prodded, his tongue occasionally licking one of my balls. I
watched him do this and saw the skin contract around it. It felt just as good
as having him in behind. Then he was back there pushing even harder. I felt his
half day old shave against my bare bottom. That was another sensation driving
me up. Moments later I was spasmed into the bed, his tongue still pushing and
working it out of me. My eyes blinked uncontrollably and for a moment, I
couldn't stop shaking. The pleasure was immense. A few seconds later, a felt
wetness under me and had stopped spasming. I was in control again.
"Was that an orgasm?" I asked him.
"Yeah. Was it good Steve?"
The words were there but they didn't really express how I felt. I threw both
arms around his broad shoulders, and hugged him tight as I could. The intensity
of the hug almost stuck me to him, stomach to stomach, but I felt that he
understood what I meant from it. He patted me gently on the behind, telling me
that I had best wash up for super. I took a last look as he fell back onto the
bed, then I grabbed a towel from my bag, tied it about my waist and headed into
the bathroom for a shower.
As I washed myself, the thoughts of mother crying seemed very distant to me.
Soon, I would be writing her, telling her I was a man.
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By: Steve Ryder (RYDERS @ WATDCS)
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