Date: Sun, 8 Feb 2009 00:39:24 -0800 (PST)
From: N Phillips <nphillips2470@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Ranch Hand Chapter 1

          This story is fantasy and is in no way written about real life
encounters it involves a relationship which evolves between two men.  If
this type of material offends you, is illegal in your neighborhood or you
are under the age of eighteen please hit the back button now..  Otherwise
enjoy.

My name is Dylan Freeman, when this whole thing started I was 100%
straight, I had slept with more woman than I cared to count and had never
had so much as a sexual thought about another man.  I left home and abusive
father when I was sixteen and traveled for five years before I met Jake.
My story starts in a small Texastown.


I stared at the board that contained many different pieces of paper.  I was
looking for a job, I hadn't eaten in almost two day and my truck was almost
out of gas.  Finally, after staring at the board for almost ten minutes, I
found what I was looking for.  A ranch hand was need on a nearby farm; the
only description was mending fences, bailing hay and plowing the fields.
Pay was one hundred and fifty dollars a week, a free room to sleep in and a
hot meal three times a day.  I quickly found the owner of the store and
asked for direction to the address.

Five minutes later I pulled into the dusty driveway of a farmhouse.  The
land that surrounded the house looked to be around one hundred acres.  A
large red barn sat next to the house.  I spotted a young guy around my age
bailing hay from the loft.

"Here goes," I muttered as I got out of the truck.  As the door slammed he
looked my way.  He shielded his eyes against the sun and started in my
direction.  He was shirtless, I could tell before he reached me that his
eyes were bright blue; he had blonde hair that hung to his shoulders.  I
met him halfway and pulled the paper from the board out of my pocket.

"Oh yeah," he smiled as he took it from my hand, "I put that up a couple
months ago, almost forgot it was there."

"Are you still looking for someone?" I felt my hopes fading away, but they
were quickly restored.

"Yes, I am," he turned his head and scanned the house and property,

"Its hard running this place by myself.  I'm Jake Morgan," he held out his
hand and I eagerly took it.

"Dylan Freeman."

"Well Dylan Freeman, when can you start?"

"Don't need to a background check or anything?" He seemed very trusting but
I wasn't complaining.

"Nope, you're the only offer I've had so I'm not going ruin it,"

"I can start right now,"

"My housekeeper just fixed breakfast, would you like to have some first?"
           My stomach growled answering his question.

"Come on," he laughed and motioned with his hand, "I'll show you around the
house."

He spun around and I followed close on his heels.

The house was very neat with nothing out of place.  I followed Jake through
the living room and dining room.  I could smell the bacon and eggs as we
neared the kitchen, my stomach growled again.

"Penny," Jake said to an older plump woman as he entered the room.  She
turned and smiled at him.

"Good morning Jake, I didn't know you were up.  Who is this?"

I stepped out from behind Jake so she could get a better look, "I'm Dylan
Freeman, I just took the ranch hand job."

"Oh, good good," she gushed, "Jake really needs help, this place is falling
apart.  Well I just finished breakfast, you two go wash up and I set the
table."

"Come on I'll show you the bathroom," Jake put his hand on my shoulder and
led me to the stairs in the hallway.  The upstairs was just as clean as the
downstairs, thanks to Penny I guessed.  He showed me my bedroom and to my
surprise it had its own bathroom.

"My room is next to yours," he pointed to the open door at the end of the
hall, "It has its own bathroom too, Lets wash up and I'll meet you back in
the kitchen."

I closed the door as I entered the bathroom, the bathroom was small but it
would do.  A shower and tub was against the back wall, a sink and toilet
was located next to that.  I washed my face and hands and stared at my
reflection in the mirror.  My dark hair was messy and I needed a shave, my
brown eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep and I yawned I ran a hand
through my hair.  I glanced once more at my self and then made my way back
downstairs to the kitchen.  Jake was already sitting with his back to me; I
took the seat across from him.

Penny placed the plate of food in front of me and I scarfed it down within
a couple of minutes.

"Wow, you sure were hungry weren't you?"

"Yeah," I blushed a little embarrassed, "I've haven't eaten in two days."

Jake and Penny exchanged glances and then looked at me; I realized they
were looking for an explanation.  I hesitated not sure where I should begin
so I started at the beginning; I went through my whole life story, although
there weren't much of it, and neither one interpreted..  I told them of my
abusive father and how I had worked and saved money.  I told them about
leaving home when I was sixteen and traveling, working odd jobs and
sleeping where I could, most of the time in my truck.  I told them about
getting drunk at a club just a week before and being robbed by a woman who
I had brought back to my motel room.  I had a secret stash of cash in my
truck which ran out shortly after I arrived in town.  And finally I told
them how lucky I was to find this job.  I looked at both of them after I
finished trying to gauge their response but they were silent for a few
minutes.  Jake spoke first.

"Man and I thought I had a hard life," he leaned back in the chair and
crossed his arms over his chest.  "You're lucky to be alive."

"Tell me about it," I muttered as Penny placed a fresh plate of food in
front of me.

"Good thing I always fix a lot," she smiled.

"Thanks," I started in on the second helping.

"You can get some rest today it you want, you don't have to start working
until tomorrow," Jake picked up a bite of food and put it in his mouth,
"Nothing is in a hurry to be done."

I nodded and we finished breakfast in silence.  After Penny took our plates
I headed out to my truck and pulled my suitcase from the passenger seat.

"I'll see you in the morning," Jake smiled as I passed him in the yard.

"Thanks again for the job."

"No problem," he replied and disappeared around the side of the house.  I
made my way up stairs and into my new room.  I shut the door and pulled a
clean pair of boxers from my suitcase, the only thing I could think about
was a hot shower.  I turned the knobs until the water was a hot as I could
stand it.  I hoped it would take some of the tension out of my back and
shoulder.  I stripped down and stepped under the water.  I put my hand
against the wall and let the water run over my body.  I hadn't had sex
since the hooker a week before and was starting to feel a little horny.  I
picked up the soap and ran it over my body.  My cock twitched a little as I
hit the area with the soap.

I put the soap down and began to stroke it bringing it to its full eight
inches.  I thought about the hooker I had fucked and all the things I had
done to her.  With my other hand I reached under and gave my balls a little
squeeze.  After just a few minutes of stroking a stream of cum shot out of
the tip of my dick and hit the wall.  The orgasm felt so good my knees
almost buckled and I caught the towel bar to keep upright.  I finished my
shower and cleaned the wall before pulling on my boxer and heading to the
bed.

I slept like a baby for almost a full day.  When the sun peeked through the
half open curtains I slowly opened my sleep filled eyes and looked around
the room.  It took a couple minutes but I finally remembered where I was.
I quickly got up and dressed in a pair of old blue jean and a white wife
beater.  Jake was already waiting on me downstairs.

"I thought I was going to have to come get you," he smiled, he wore a blue
t shirt and light blue jeans, his hair was pulled into a pony tail, "Come
on and I'll show you what were doing today."

I followed him outside and he took me across the property to a fence that
separated his land from his neighbors.  The fence was broken down in many
places; we started on the end closest to the road.

"So," I tried to start a conversation, "I told you about me, now tell me
about you,"

He looked up at me, his eyes were sky blue in the sunlight, "Well, I grew
up on this farm," he started working while he talked, "My dad grew corn on
the land and it used to be in great condition.  He and my mom were killed
in a car accident when I was ten and I was sent to live with my grandpa.
When I turned eighteen I found out my parents had left me quiet a bit of
money so I came back here and started fixing the place up.  It had sat
unlived in for eight years so it was in pretty bad shape, I've worked on it
for the last year and it's starting to look good again.  I hired Penny and
she cleans and cooks but I really need someone to help outside, it was
becoming a pain trying to do it myself."

"How old are you?"

"Just turned nineteen, why?"

"I thought you looked young, I was just wondering," I went back to work on
the fence.

"How old are you?" he asked after a couple minutes.

"Twenty one,"

"So you got a girlfriend?"

He laughed, "No, don't really have time for one.  Maybe later on when the
house and stuff is fixed."  I nodded and we fixed the rest of the fence in
silence.

As the sun went down we made our way inside for dinner, Penny had fixed
steak, mashed potatoes, green beans and rolls.  It was the best home cooked
meal I had ever had.  After dinner Penny said goodnight, I thanked for the
meal and she left.

"I'm going to take a shower," Jake announced after Penny had left, "Then
I'm gonna turn in for the night."

I watched as he disappeared up the stairs and I got up and went outside.
It was a nice warm night so I wandered around for a couple minutes.  I made
my way to the barn and looked up at the sky, the stars were as clear as I
had ever seen them.

As my eyes went from the sky to the house I noticed the light on in Jake's
bedroom.  I looked closer and noticed it was the bathroom.  I could see
Jake through the clear glass of the shower door.  He ran a soapy hand over
his abs and stomach; I felt my cock begin to twitch as I watched.  I was a
little confused at the situation considering I had never thought of a man
in a sexual way before.  But as I watched him I could feel my dick getting
bigger and bigger.  It pushed hard against the fabric of my pants so I
unzipped my fly and pulled it out.  My eyes stayed fixed on Jake as I
stoked my rock hard cock.

It felt wrong, watching him without him knowing, but as hard as I tried I
couldn't stop.  I stroked harder and faster, watching as he soaped up his
perfect body.  When his hand grabbed his own cock I spewed cum across the
grass.  It was the most intense orgasm I had ever felt.  I put my hand
against the side of the barn and tried to catch my breath.  I didn't know
what to do, it was going to be hard to look at Jake in the morning, as I
walked back toward the house I dared another glance up at the window, the
light was now out and I sighed with relief.  I didn't know what I was going
to do about what I had done, but as the image of Jake's naked body filled
my mind I knew I wasn't going to get much sleep that night.

The next morning was the same as the first, Jake waited for me downstairs,
we ate breakfast and then we went to work on the house.  We stripped the
old paint and applied a new coat.  Between both of us working we had the
house painted by the time the sun went down.

          Penny had fixed dinner and it was waiting at the table when we
came inside.  We ate in silence, I hadn't spoken much to Jake all day, but
we had spent most of the time on opposite sides of the house.  As Penny
left, Jake again announced once again that he was going to go take a
shower.  When he disappeared up the stairs I hurried outside and took the
same spot I had been in the night before..

Like clockwork the light flicked on and Jake began to undress..  My cock
was rock hard before he had his shirt off.  I stroked furiously as he
showered, his blond hair flowed against his shoulders and I began to wonder
what it would feel like to run my fingers through is wet hair.  What it
would be like to run my tongue down his glistening body.  To take his cock
in my mouth and taste what I had never tasted before.  I thought about
seeing him on his knees on the bed, his tight ass up in the air just
begging me to fuck it.  That thought pushed me over the edge and I again
spewed a stream of cum across the grass.

I quickly fell into a routine, I worked close with Jake everyday, and the
days soon turned into months.  Every night after dinner when Jake went
upstairs I returned to my spot by the barn.  He showered every night and
every night the scene never failed to bring my cock to full mast and each
orgasm was just as intense as the night before.

One night almost three months after I moved into the farmhouse, I was out
by the barn watching Jake when a stray cat ran past my leg, I gave a loud
yelp and my pants fell to the ground.  I pulled them up quickly and looked
back toward the window.  To my horror Jake was standing there staring at
me.  I didn't know what to do so I stared back.  To my complete and total
shock he held up his hand and motioned for me to come inside.


To be continued


          If you have any comments or feedback please feel free to email
me.  Chapter two will be posted shortly.