Hot Story

Date: Wed, 9 Feb 2005 05:58:24 -0800 (PST)
From: Sin Titulo
Subject: Hot Story

Hot Story
By
Sin Titulo

Back in the sixties, my dad had a small ranch in
central Arizona. My older brother and myself were the
principal hands on the place. My dad also owned and
ran a Richfield service station in town, and was gone
from the ranch most of the time. We raised a few pigs
for our own meat, and ran a few head of cattle we
fatted up and sold for extra income. The usual
chickens, turkeys, rabbits and all were kept for our
Sunday dinners. We also raised a garden.
We had a woman who came in to keep house for us, and
she tended the garden and put food by either in Ball
jars, or in the freezer. She never said much, and
kept to herself most of the time.
I was still in high school back then running about
fifteen or there abouts, and beginning to get that ol’
itch between my legs. I tried talking to my brother
about it, but he had his head in the clouds for a girl
that lived on the next spread up the road. He’d sneak
off just about every night after supper, and go
trottin’up to their place to see her. They had a
secret place in a Tamarak stand where they could mess
around without being caught by her ol’man.
That Summer, my dad decided he needed my brother to
help out at the station, and hired a man to take over
his job on the ranch. Frank was his name, and he was
about twenty or there abouts, and had worked ranches
most of his life. His folks had died when he was my
age, and he had gone to live with his uncle and his
wife, which was where he’d learned ranching.
Frank was a big ol’ boy that would run a good hundred
and seventy pounds. He was a bit bossy with me, but I
liked him, and we got along fine. He used to talk to
me all the time about that itch I was talking about
before. He loved to climb up in the hay loft and jerk
off. Some times he’d let me come up and do it right
along with him. I guess he was the first one to tell
me about doing that sort of stuff.
One Saturday morning, we got out to feed the cattle,
and noticed we were missing a couple of young bulls.
We saddled up two horses, and made a circut of the
paddock, and found where the little shits had broke
out. Frank sent me back to tell Jo, the woman in the
house, that we were going to chase the bulls down
before they got themselves totally lost.
By the time I caught back up to Frank, his horse was
lame from having stepped on a rock or something. He
was resting under a mesquite waiting for me. He told
me to get out of the saddle, and let him have it. He
climbed aboard, and had me riding behind him holdng on
around his waist. We went off on the bull’s trail,
and it wasn’t long before we got to talking.
Frank wanted to know if I’d ever done anything but
jack off. I admitted I hadn’t, and asked him if he
had. He admitted he had, but didn’t want to tell me
about it. I poked him in the ribs, and tried to make
him tell me. After awhile, he told me that if he
decided to tell me, that if he ever found out I’d told
anybody else, he’d just kill me somehow and make it
look like an accident.
“Break yer damn neck or somethin’, and say a cow done
it.” I still wanted to hear, so I swore myself to
secrecy.
“Well, when my folks died, and I went to live with my
uncle and his wife, they put me out in the bunkhouse
with the rest of the boys they had workin’for ém.
There was two Mexicans, and a white man named Jess,
’bout my age now, but I was only your age then. I
liked Jess, but he didn’t want to have too much to do
with me at first, and put me to work with the Mexicans
stringing bobwire. It took us a month to finish that
job, and my uncle let the Mexicans go since that was
the job they’d been hired for. That left Jess an me
in the bunk house by ourselves.’
“One night, I woke up, and heard Jess in his bunk,
chokin’ the chicken. I asked him what he was doin’,
and he told me to come on over and have a look see.
I’m tellin’ you, that ol’boy had him one hell of a
dick on him. That thing musta been nine or ten inches
if it was one. I watched him haulin’on it for a
while, and got up the nerve to ask him if I could try
it. He took my hand, and wrapped it around that big
ol’ dick, and I commenced to jerk it like it was
goin’outa style. He told me to slow it down a bit, so
he could enjoy it more. I done like he asked, and
pretty soon he was moanin’ and groanin’. After a
bit, he asked me to put it in my mouth. I never
thought of doin’ that, but he took my head in his
hands, and put my mouth over his big ol’ knob. I
opened up a little, and let him push the head in a
bit. I licked it some, and got that greasy stuff
leaking out off the head. I liked it a little, so he
told me to open wide, and let him put it in deeper. I
did, and he gagged me real quick with that thing. I
pulled back, but he had a death grip on my head, and
wouldn’t let me come off all the way. Next thing I
knew, my mouth was fillin’ up with somethin’, and Jess
was humpin’ my face hard. He told me to swaller the
stuff in my mouth, and for some reason I did. I liked
it even better.’
“We talked a little about what had happened, and then
he offered to do it for me, if I wouldn’t tell my
Uncle. He sucked my little dick until I came a bunch
in his mouth, and he swallered the whole mess, and
said it tasted good. After that, we done it to each
other near ’bout ever night. ‘
“One night, later in the season, he asked me if I
thought I could take his cock in my asshole. I told
him I ain’t never done anything like that before, but
it sounded like it might be innerestin’. He got some
titbalm out of the barn, and after playing around with
his greasy fingers, and me suckin’on his dick gettin’
ready, he bent me over rthe end of a bunk, and
commenced to put that big dick up my chute. Man it
hurt like hell for a little bit, but when that
stopped, it commenced to feel good to me. He started
sawin’ away at my hole, and pretty soon, I was
spraying my jizz all over the rolled up mattress on
the empty bunk. I don’t think I even touched myself
while he was fuckin’my ass. I decided I liked that
stuff too, and we done that nearly ever night after
that.’
“Reason I’m tellin’ you this, is I think you might be
ready to move up to the next step.”
“Like what?” I found that as he had been telling me
this story, my dick had gotten hard as a cow horn, and
I was rubbin’ it up against his butt. My arms around
his waist let my hands feel the tight bulge in his
wornout bluejeans. He was hard too.
“Well, like maybe suckin’ on my dick for me. I mean
we already jerk off together. Haven’t you ever wanted
to touch mine while we’re doin’it?” I admitted I had
wondered what it would feel like.
“Well, we can pull up under them tamaracks yonder,
and you can give it a try. I got a load a jizz needs
gettin’ out a my balls.” I didn’t say anything,
which he took for agreement, and nosed ol’ Sparky
toward the trees. The shade under the trees, after
the brightness of the morning sun, was like stepping
into a dark cave. We dismounted, and Frank tied
Saprky to a branch, and led me by the hand back into
the trees until we couldn’t see out any more.
In the dim light, I could see him drop his pants, and
start unbuttoning his shirt. I just followed his
lead, and soon enough we were both standing there with
not a stitch on except for our boots and hats. We
both had hardons. His was bigger than mine, but
certainly not no ten inches. I was running a good
six, and he had another inch and a half anyways on me.
He reached for my hand, and pulled me over to him. I
felt his balls, and than took a hold on his dick. It
felt good in my hand. I jerked it a little, until I
felt him put his hands on my shoulders and push me
down onto my knees. I was face to face with his dick,
and after he told me to, I opened up and let him slide
it into my mouth. He talked quietly to me telling me
what to do to make him feel good. I didn’t take long
to get the hang of it and pretty soon was sucking him
off like a calf on it’s mother’s tit. He had his
hands on the sides of my head, and was rocking his
hips pushing his thick cock in and out of my throat.
I gagged occassionally, but mostly I was able t o take
it all into me.
We went at it for several minutes, and I felt him get
stiff, and start grunting. He whispered something I
couldn’t make out because his hands were covering my
ears, but when his hot cum started shooting in my
mouth, I caught on.
“Swaller it kid,” he moaned softly. I did as I was
told. When he finished, He pulled himself out of my
mouth, and stood back, rubbing and stroking his
softening cock, milking another drop or two of cum
out. I licked the little pearls off his fingers when
he offered them to me, and realized I liked the taste.
I also realized tht this was something I was going to
enjoy as long as we stayed together in the bunkhouse.
“We sat down on a log that had fallen from a tree,
and he reached over and played with my still stiff
dick. I was so close to cumming, it only took him a
few strokes to get me there. I grunted loud, and he
suddenly leaned over, and took my dickhead in his hot
mouth and I filled it with all I had.’
“Tonight, we can do that again if you want.” Frank
began to get dressed.
“I liked it; didn’t you?” I pulled on my shirt.
“Shore nuff kid.” He cinched his belt.
We climbed back on Sparky, and got back on the trail
of the two young bulls, with me holding onto his cock
through this pants. We rode in silence for a while,
but finally I couldn’t keep it in anymore.
“Frank?”
“Yeah?”
“What’s it feel like?”
“What?”
“You know.”
“What; you mean gettin’dicked in the ass?”
“Yeah.”
“Bettern’ you ever felt before.” We rode in silence
awhile longer. Finally he turned in the saddle and
looked at me out of the corner of his eye.
“You thinkin’you want to try it?” He took my silence
for agreement. We were both looking forward to night
in the bunkhouse.

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