Date: Wed, 4 Jun 2008 12:08:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: Kevin Lee Dymond <dymondbolt@sbcglobal.net>
Subject: Skittish Stud Colt at the Stedman Ranch ~ Part 01

Dear Readers; Well here's another one that got sparked from a picture. It
was this guy riding bareback on a big horse with this expression I
couldn't quite place. Then   I just made up what I wanted. I hope it fits,
if you ever get a chance to see the inspiration.
And I hope you enjoy this new Fantasy story.

Disclainer; This is a Fantasy story with Male to Male sex and Love
Relationships. If you are under eighteen years of age then you should not
be here.you have been warned.


Skittish Stud Colt at the Stedman Ranch ~ Part 01
by dymondbolt

Randy was still growing into the position of General Manager for his
Uncle's Stables.
His brothers had been so jealous of Randy, when Uncle Al gave him the
job. But his Uncle and his Father both saw that he was never going to get
out from under his Bigger Older brothers.
He was always the Runt, or Half-pint, or Munchkin. Or the despised Little
Man. All five of them were bigger than Randy and that had been going on
for eight years.   Hell, he was six foot tall by the time he was fourteen.
But with his brothers growing to six foot eight   or six foot ten or His
oldest brother, Deuce, topping out at seven foot three; they were always
going to treat him like he'd never measure up.

His Uncle Al let him in on a little family history after Randy had been
working for him for six months. Randy had been helping the farrier in the
morning, with the horses that needed shoeing. When he started to lead a
large skittish Mare out of the way for another horse to take her place,
she tried to rear up and take Randy with her. Randy was quick enough a
strong enough to be able to push her just enough off balance, that she
settled down. But his shirt got the worst of the little shoving match.
Randy got pissed and looked the mare in the eye and said "Suzy this is
the third shirt I've busted through this week and I don't see your owner
paying for it any time soon. Now you settle down and stay there, little
missy, and I'll remember where those carrots are you love so much."

Randy hadn't expected the soft nickering or the   rub of her head against
his hip; but she settled down and remained that way when ever Randy was
around. Al saw the signs of the youngest son in their family and pulled
Al into his office.

Randy thought he was in trouble, though he couldn't see for what. All
said " Son sit down, you are far from being in trouble. That little move
with Suzy, like to remind me of your grandfather. Lord I wish you could
have known him."

Randy said "Mom says the same thing. She said he made her feel like part
of the family before dad ever got a chance to propose."

Al said " I remember that. He thought if your dad was foolish enough to
let her slip through his fingers, then Jeb or I would snap her up. We
knew we never had a chance."

Al looked at Randy's shirt as it barely held together. The seams over the
right shoulder and along the back of both sides were blown out. Randy
apparently thought his hard work in the stables was responsible for his
increased muscle size.

Al smiled as Randy finally noticed what Al was looking at and fidgeted 
with the shoulder.
All shook his head and said "That shirt is a lost cause, Randy. And you
should know that most of your clothes will be going the same way in a few
more months."

Randy frowned and said " Uncle Al, I'm twenty two. I think my growth
spurts have passed me by."

Uncle Al chuckled and said " I thought that too when I was about twenty
three. I started growing out of shirts first. And I will bet you that
those boots of yours have just begun to be a little uncomfortable. Not
enough to say they're tight. But they just don't feel right , do they?"

Randy feet squirmed and he shook his head no.

Al said "And how many nights this week have you woken up around two in
the morning and just had to finish off the leftovers? Now that one's not
fair, because   Rosa has mentioned the fact that the leftovers have
disappeared for the past five days straight. No big deal. She was just
curious if we suddenly got real big mice or something."

Randy said " Sorry Uncle Al. I was half way to the kitchen.."

Al cut in with "Before you realized you were awake and hungry as a bear.
Am I right?"

Randy said " What's happening, Al? "

All laughed and said "Son, you are finishing the growing that the
youngest Stedman son goes through, after your older brothers have towered
over you for years. Do you know that most of the family from your
generation think that I'm the second oldest of the sons with your dad the
oldest."

Randy said " What? But you're taller than dad."

Al said "And I love that brother of mine more than all the others.
Because he never called me Runt, or Half-pint or Midget. The words Little
Man never passed your fathers lips. I'm the youngest of the five. I
turned twenty three and I grew out of my shirts. I just kept growing. My
muscles got bigger than Brice and Avery's. At one point I still wasn't
taller than Oscar or your dad, when Your grandfather wanted us five
brothers to do a little work on the fences around the ranch. It was far
too hot at mid day and luckily we all knew we could cool off in the old
Artesian pond."

Randy smiled, having felt the very cold waters before. Al said "And the
heat was so bad that day that the water wasn't as cold as we were used
to. Still it was refreshing. Particularly when Oscar and Avery jump in
and have a little visible shrinkage. Then your dad got in and waited for
Brice to say something. He had caught a glimpse of me taking a leak a few
days earlier and knew Brice's arrogant crowing was about to end. Brice
stripped naked and pulled on his ten incher and said something like
'Matt, it still saddens me that the oldest brother doesn't quite measure
up to the second born Man in the family."   Then Oscar and Avery's eyes
got real big and as Brice slipped into the water he turned to see a
twelve inch cock on his little brother."

Randy said " Uncle Al. I heard tell that it's closer to fifteen. Did you
really throw a rod right there?"

Al said "Well at the time I was twelve inches, going on   "is it ever
gonna stop growing?" You have to realize, that five months before I was a
happy and proud owner of a seven inch dick. But as to your second
question. Hell yes! ! That arrogant wise cracking rooster never missed a
chance to make anyone of us feel small. Whipping out his dick and jerking
off, to show just how big his cock was. And he'd aim at us when he came
and I don't mean we ever ever secretly had any desire to be involved with
his body in any way at all. His mean spiteful words saw to that. He still
has not figured out that we four brothers don't want to have a thing to
do with him. His third divorce did not leave him any wiser. His children
choosing their mother to stay with is all her fault. Well enough Brice."

Al's smile got Randy thinking some great things were just about to
happen. Al stood up to let Randy know to get back to work. Randy focused
on Al's large package bulging out his denim jeans. Randy said "So Uncle
Al. Is that what I can look forward to?"

As they left Al's office he said " Son, you're already a might larger
than I was when I began my last growth spurt. In a few months, I may have
to start calling you Sir."

Randy couldn't stop from laughing. He grabbed his Uncle in one of their
regular close hugs.
As they parted Randy said " You know Al, I'll never stop calling you Big
Al, no matter how big my britches get."

Al looked like he was going to blush for a moment he softly said "You
know why I call you son, all the time? Cause I'm jealous as hell of your
father, having a son like you."

Randy grabbed Al in a quick bear hug, and said " Thanks for the family
history, Big Al. I'll get back to helping Jake."

Al said " You are the general manager. I'll keep my nose out of a well
run stable. But it looks like there's someone gunning for your job." Al's
eyes pointed to a thin young man helping Jake take care of another well
known high strung horse. And without any trouble from the gelding,
either. Kryptonite was a horse with hair so black it almost was a shade
of blue like the cartoon Superman's hair color. He never liked anybody
playing/working on his hind hooves. Randy thought he was still upset with
the loss of his two friends, when he was made a gelding. But typical
horse, nothing else to lose back there and still ready to pitch a fit.

At least that was what everybody was used to from Kryptonite. With this
short teenager holding Kryptonite, he was happy and without a cloud on
the horizon.

The kid must have great hearing. He said "I'm just being useful while I'm
waiting to see if you have any jobs available . My names Roger Swift and
I've worked in stables since I was ten. The last place I worked at,
Montgomery Stables, got sold and the new owners didn't want anybody under
the age of twenty one. I'm nineteen , so me and three other guys got the
boot. I'm a hard worker and I usually don't talk this much. I just need
the job."

Randy looked at Al who pointed back at Randy. Al smiled and said
"Whatever you decide, is fine by me. You are doing a fine job, Son. See
you at lunch."

Randy was thinking and remembered something. He said " Montgomery Stables
laid off those people over a month ago. Where were you working all this
time?"

Roger looked at his feet as he said "I've been working for my father with
every one of my older brothers thinking they can boss me around just
because I came back to work for Pop at a third less pay with twice the
aggravation. All I need is a descent wage and a little trust from the
people giving the orders, that I can do what I say I can. You won't
regret putting me to work."

Randy liked the spunky kid. He was five foot eight but had some muscle on
him. Like a slim Lee Priest, the bodybuilder. Randy would have to look
into whether Roger lifted weights.

Randy stuck his hand out and threw out an offer at the medium wage for
the Stable hands working at Stedman Ranch. Roger's face lit up and he
took Randy's hand in a strong handshake, telling him Thanks.

Randy thought "This kid is stronger than he looks." He squeezed back a
bit and Roger let up on the pressure. Randy let go and said "Wait a
minute. Roger Swift. Your father owns Swift Stables and Horse Sales?"

Roger frowned and nodded yes. Randy said "I remember seeing you once over
on the Auction side of the stables. That was over eight years ago. They
were calling you Little Dodger and they were working you awful hard for
an eleven year old...." Randy put his hand on Rogers shoulder. He said
"You will never hear anyone at Stedman ranch refer to you by your height
, size or question your abilities. My Uncle Al was the youngest and
smallest of five brothers till he was twenty three. He out grew his older
brothers. My father had six sons and I'm the youngest. So you will never
hear me call you anything but Roger or Mr Swift when I'm impressed with
your work."

Steve said " Just so you know, The Stedman clan are men of their word.
I'm gonna take a break, Boss. So you'll have time to have Roger fill out
all that neat paperwork, before I need his help again."

Randy said " Thanks Steve." He looked at Roger and then said " Well we
better get to it. My office is over here and you can fill out all the
wonderful happy horse shit needed for the state to get their cut."

It only took about twenty minutes and Roger Swift was gainfully employed.
Randy showed Roger   the locker room, break room, the Tack room, the room
they kept the Vet supplies and the special feed,like Carrots.

They got to talking about the rude behavior of their older brothers and
Randy picked up a vibe from Roger. Randy was hoping he was right in his
assumption. He was going to take it slow, and test Roger to see which way
he liked things.

Randy said " From what I've already heard about your brothers; you sound
like you would welcome a clean break. I take it you had to stay with your
folks these past few months after getting kicked out of the housing that
Montgomery stables provided, right?"

Roger said "Yes to both of them. And that was a big reason I just
couldn't work around those Yahoos anymore. Get ground into the dirt all
day long and then come home to more of the same.   I'll take my ulcer at
forty or fifty, please. Pop knew what kind of work I did for him, but he
would never take my part in anything. Worked like a dog and then be
disrespected by family. I've had enough of that. So where was your
question leading? "

Randy had the old Tack Room in the Old barn combined with   the New Tack
Room in the Newer Stables. He hadn't gotten around to having the Old Tack
room cleaned out for it's next use. And that seemed to be affordable
employee housing.

Randy said " Follow me." They ended up at the old barn and it just so
happened that the old barn had a break room(now unused,) and a bathroom
with a shower and a tub, that shared a wall with the old Tack room.

Randy said " Tell ya what. Help me put drywall up in this old room. Mud
it and paint it. Maybe even put a new door direct through to the bathroom
and you will have yourself the first Affordable Employee Housing at
Stedman Ranch. Interested?"

Randy's outstretched hand was used to pull him into a bear hug from the
smaller man. Randy croaked out " I'll take that as a yes."

Roger let go and said "Thanks boss. This takes a weight off my mind."

Randy had his opening and said "Aside from Stable work, do you lift
weights, too?"

Roger got an odd look on his face as he said "With the size of my
brothers, I had to start lifting just to hold my own. You have some
weights on the Ranch?"

Randy led him over to the other room that had just been renovated in the
Old Barn. Randy opened the door and flipped on the light. Roger saw all
the equipment and the mirrors and the rehab soaking tank and the sauna.
and..

Roger said "Wow Stedman ranch and Golds gym. What's all this for?"

Randy said "I convinced my uncle when he was building the new stable, to
keep the old barn, instead of knocking it down. I told him with a third
of the people who board their horses with us, being in some serious
competition, we could keep them as clients, keep them healthy and charge
a little more if we had a full on gym. We have the treadmill and stair
steppers. Then there's the Nautilus machines and the Free weights for
every body part exercise. And of course there's a small sauna and a
jacuzzi from the local college when the football team renovated their
gym."

Roger had already picked up a one hundred and twenty dumbbell and was
curling it with strict style.

Randy said "I think we should get back to work. We can head back here at
the end of the day. And you're welcome to have dinner at the main house
tonight.   Won't be a regular thing but at least once a week, Rosa insists
on making a big spread. Only way to please her is to bring extra mouths
and finish it all off."

Roger said " I think I'll take you up on that invite. And about the
Drywall slash Mudding slash Prime and paint of the old ..um... of the
Inaugural Stedman Affordable Employee Housing. When can we start?"

Randy said "Well, we'll start tomorrow and work three hours each morning
till we get er done. Our clients seem to need the most attention in the
afternoon, so that's the best time to get that work completed."

Roger said "Sounds great, Boss. I really appreciate all of this. I won't
let you down."

Randy looked at his pocket watch and said " Welcome. Well hell it's lunch
time so Steve will be hiding somewhere with his favorite lady horse
trainer. He and Trudy have been seeing each other for two years now. Let
me introduce you to Rosa and finish off the dollar tour with the main
house."

They ended up at the kitchen door, taking in all the wonderful smells
Rosa was able to get out of the huge kitchen. It was like an old
victorian kitchen except with modern appliances.

Rosa chuckled and said "I'll get my flyswatter and use it on you two if
you don't wash up and set the table.   Oh you're not Steve. "

Randy said " Rosa, meet Roger Swift from the Swift Stables. Youngest and
longest suffering son of the same family."

Rosa said " Rosa Sanchez. I cook and do a little cleaning. The boys do
their own laundry and vacuum their own rooms."

Randy hugged her and said "And she keeps the bathrooms spotless. But ya
better put the dirty towels in the hamper."

Rosa grabbed a tea towel and deftly snapped it against Randy's butt as he
got the dishes and silverware to set the table with. She said " Or Else!"

Randy kept from dropping anything but still let out a sharp "Owwww. Hey,
I'm being good."

Rosa said " Ok for now. Just you don't forget."

Randy said " Yes ma'am."

Roger chimed in with "Yes ma'am." right behind Randy. He set the Water
glasses above the plates Randy set and put the water pitcher in the
center.

Roger said "So you live here with your Uncle Al, right?"

Randy said "That is correct. Al gets the Master suite with a jacuzzi tub
in the bathroom. My room shares a bathroom with one other bedroom. It's
just a normal tub next to a normal shower, but Al had those new On demand
Flash Water Heaters installed when they renovated the plumbing two years
ago. So no running out of hot water half way through a long shower. Same
goes for the set up in the Old barn."

Roger smiled and said " Nice. I was just wondering." He looked to see if
Rosa was within earshot. Just in case, he whispered "Rosa doesn't look a
day over thirty, thirty five. Your uncle has to be in his forties."

Randy stepped closer and asked softly " So?"

Roger grinned but still whispered "The 'Boys' do their own laundry?
Boys?" Just to get his point across he looked down at Randy's crotch,
which obligingly swelled just a bit. Roger looked back up at Randy and
shook his head. "Boy? You, Sir, have left boy behind for a while now."

Randy said "Well thank you, Sir. I think you also have left boy far
behind. But the answer to your question is that no sane man would ever
try to get a five star chef like Rosa to do anything she didn't want to.
Not if he wanted her to stay. And not if he wanted to live. You just got
a glimpse of the tools at her disposal, if she ever had the need to put a
man in his place or six feet under ground."

The sound of a large triangle being hit , rang in the kitchen and seemed
to echo through the house. Rosa's voice then did the same as she said
"Lunch is served. Please wash up before getting to the table, Boys."

Roger looked at Randy as they headed to the little half bath near the
front door of the Main house. He said "Boy sounds good to me. "

Randy chuckled and said " Me, too."

Al walked in the front door just as they were finished in the bathroom.
He followed their example and joined them at the dining room table. Rosa
set out a simple green salad with tomatoes and a few different dressings.
They passed that around as she scooped beef enchiladas in a chile chicken
mushroom sauce, out onto their plates. She set out refried beans and then
brought out a large pitcher of Milk and three smaller glasses. A timer
went off in the kitchen and Rosa turned it off as well as the oven that
was baking corn bread. The butter was already at the table and she made a
show of slicing the still hot bread at the table and   serving a slice to
each of the 'Boys'.

Roger had a taste of what was already passed around, but the corn bread
was different.
He said "You don't really know how long it's been since your last piece
of cornbread, until you've been served some fine cornbread, hot from the
oven. Rosa, you know this already but I just have to say," Roger had been
buttering his slice and just then bit into it. " You are an excellent
cook. This is the best cornbread I've ever tasted. If my parents ever
have the privilege to dine in this fine home, please don't make this for
them."

He let that sink in for a second. Al's face said he knew what was coming.
Roger said "I am awfully fond of my Mother's cooking. But if she ever
tastes your cornbread she'll never bake another one herself. And that
would just kill my father and brothers."

She reached over and pinched his cheek. It didn't leave a bruise, so he
knew he said the right thing. She said " That was a very fine thank you
for a Man that usually doesn't have a lot to say."

Roger smiled in confusion. He looked to Al since Randy had been with him
since he said that in the stables.

Al chuckled and said "This should be all the warning you need. We are a
gossipy group of people here at my spread. If you want something to
remain private, then tell no one or tell them to keep it between you and
them. Everyone of my people are men and women of their word. But they do
need to hear those words, or else they figure you're asking them to
spread whatever you just told them to the rest of the ranch."

Randy said "And the Feedlot. Oh and the Vet"

Rosa said " Which means the next few Animal owners he Vets for."

Al said "Your safe with the Manure man."

Rosa frowned and said " Poor Man. No body wants to talk to him."

Randy said " Sorta like the Andy Gump Pumper guy. Friendly as all get
out. As long as he keeps his distance."

That led to some chuckles, but then silence. The food was speaking, now
and they all paid the proper respect to what it had to say.

Randy was pleased to see that Roger had a healthy appetite. Half way
through lunch, Randy just had to have seconds and then thirds. Al was
trying to keep from grinning but his face slipped one out and pulled it
back, quite a few times.

Randy burped and said " Excuse me. Al, is this part of the growth spurt
you went through?"

Roger was shocked to hear that little bit of news. It was what his cousin
Rudy, on his fathers side of the family, told Roger six months ago. How
many families have a second or late growth spurt? And so close to
reaching their twenties?

Roger said " Growth Spurt? Isn't Randy a bit old for one of those?"

Al said " I was just about in between my nephews height and your height,
when I turned twenty three. By the time I was twenty five I was an inch
shorter than I am today. All in two years."

Roger was Five foot eight and Randy was Six foot even. So from Five foot
ten to Six foot ten, in two years. Six inches a year. An inch every two
months!

Roger said " Wow. Every month a half inch, for two years. That's a lot of
clothes."

Al said " The Thrift shop started giving me a discount the second year. I
think it was because I was donating the clothes back to them, once they
stopped fitting. Family history says it won't take any longer than two
years. But nearly a third of the fast growing men of the Stedman clan,
get real big in just under a year."

Randy frowned and said "You mean I could be a foot taller this time next
year?"

Al chuckled then stopped. He put his hand to his forehead and then smiled
as he said
"And get a baseball cap type hat that can be let out at least four sizes.
One that can have extra padding which ever side covers your forehead. You
are about to discover the strange and cruel world of height markers, that
shorter people leave for you to find. Of course you will find them with
your forehead."

Randy said "I recall my brothers going through something like that. They
never thought about a padded hat. Thank you, Uncle Al."

Roger said "This is just a little too weird. Not six months ago, my
cousin Rudy told me that he went through a second big growth spurt when
he was nearly twenty years old. I hadn't seen him since he was seventeen
and close to my height. When we got together with the rest of the
families, Rudy was six foot five. About nine inches all in a year and a
half. He was the youngest of several brothers, just like me."

Rosa said "Expect to see a big jump in the grocery bills, Boss."

Al said "Now I'll know why. Randy, has Roger found a place yet or is he
going to be staying with his parents?"

Randy smirked and said "Ya know how you wanted a new purpose assigned to
the Old Tack room? Just so ya had it in your mind that it wasn't a waste
of space? Well. New purpose found. The Inaugural Stedman Affordable
Employee Housing is in the works. We will need to get drywall, Mud, Tape,
Paint rollers, Insulation, ummm I don't think we need to extend the
electrical. The outlets are already there, one per wall.   Maybe a second
Fluorescent lamp but that should be it."

His winning smile slowly withered as All shook his head   Al said " I
close my eyes. I shake my head."

Randy said "Well.."

Al chuckled and said "Sometimes Son, you are damn easy to get going. I
blame your older meaner brothers. Have you ever heard of any of our
relatives visiting here for more than a few days?" Randy's head shook no
as Al said "Or heard me tell of friends from out of town staying more
than a week?"

A similar head shake got Al to the last question that would actually give
Randy and Roger a better idea of housing. Al smiled and said "And exactly
how many bedrooms are built in this house?"

Randy was serious till half way through " Well five upstairs with Rosa in
the downstairs ..Sixth bedroom.

Al looked at Roger and said "Can you tolerate living in the same house as
your Boss and the owner of the company? I do snore, but the insulation
does double duty. Temperature and Sound for the same price. I would
suggest that you take the bedroom that shares a bathroom with Randy. Rosa
will need to be able to discipline those who stray from the path of
harmonious Bathroom users. It's a treat to see her swat a fly with her
tea towel at seven feet."

Roger said "I heard her mention a fly swatter."

Rosa said "That's the sturdier tea towel."

Randy said " This is a fly free zone thanks to Rosa."

Roger said "You both know where I'm coming from when it comes to working
with older brothers and and the owner of the company is your father. And
I went home to them all without a break from their arrogance. I see this
as a little slice of heaven. You can count on me, to do my part."

Rosa said "Just put the dirty towels in the hamper and you will never
know what it feels like to be a fly in this house."

His enthusiastic head nodding got the desired laugh. Randy and Roger
helped get the dishes into thew sink and soaking. They thanked Rosa again
and headed to Randy's office, where Roger had left his backpack.

Roger decided that Randy wasn't really part of his biological family. The
key change that would occur in his family would have been hinted at by
now. And they certainly wouldn't have offered to house him in their own
home and on the second floor besides.

He'd have to take extra care when the Full or New Moon was up. He'd spent
the last two months avoiding his father and night owl mother when he had
to go through the Change at night. The Moon was part of the key to the
family Glamour.

His cousin Rudy was the only family member that took him through the
first Unbinding Spell. Roger found out his father and Rudy's father were
afraid of unbinding themselves. Their late grandfather had been a bit of
a tyrant. Insisted each son learn their heritage and train to defend the
family if need be. Apparently Grandpa wasn't much of a teacher. How can
you learn to use a shield and a spear while you're trying to get the hang
of running around on four legs?

End Part 01

Well? What did you think? I bet a few of you know where I'm going with
this. But don't be shy. Tell me what you think will happen. You might get
lucky and get your name added to the by  Line.