VISITING UNCLE’S RANCH

From: Roderick Shafton

Nearly at the ranch, excited about being away from the city
and looking forward to the horses, Russ voiced his apprehension.

“You sure he’s not gonna mind, Craig? I mean, you didn’t
call or anything. Won’t he be pissed?”

“Naw, Uncle Franz loves it when I bring young guys out for
a weekend. All you gotta do is let him blow ya once a day.”
“WHAT?!!”
“Blowjob, dummy. You whip it out and he sucks your weewee
til you come in his mouth. Simple. You’ve had guys blow you
before, haven’t you?”
“Certainly not! I’m not…queer!”
“Hey, me either. So what? Uncle Franz doesn’t mind. He just
enjoys sucking young stud prick. Used to suck me all the time.
Still does, once in a while. But he likes it when I bring him
new stuff. How big’s your cock?”
“Forget it! I ain’t gonna let him touch me. And you’re
sounding like you’re his pimp or something.”
“Hey, it’s just a little payback for a great weekend,
that’s all. None of the other guys minded. Hell, they keep
asking to come back! Listen, Uncle Franz is a cocksucker, and
all guys like blowjobs, right? So what’s the big deal? All he
does is blow ya and jerk himself off. And you oughta see the
big prick he’s got!” Patting his friend on the knee to comfort
him, Craig chuckled, “But don’t worry, you don’t hafta touch
it. It’s just kinda neat to look at.”
After arriving, Craig found the house empty. They stepped
back outside on the porch, looking around. “Wonder where the
heck he is.”
“Well, he isn’t exactly expecting us,” Russ reminded him,
gruffly. Then Craig snapped his fingers. “Let’s check out the
bunkhouse.”
Russ followed his friend, looking around, as they strolled
down the path and around the corner to the bunkhouse. He was
excited about being on a real-life horse ranch. He nearly
tripped when he fell against a suddenly-stopping Craig.
“Sssh!” Craig hissed, peeking into a dirty window. “Get a
load of this!” Without turning his head, he waved the boy
closer. Together, they stared into the bunkhouse with their
mouths hanging open!
A cowboy, wearing only his hat and boots, was kneeling on a
bunk. Behind him was a similarly naked Uncle Franz slamming a
huge cock in and out of the cowboy’s butthole! And the younger
man sure seemed to be loving it.
“Gawd, you didn’t tell me about this!” Russ gasped.
“Hell, I didn’t know about it myself. Whew! They’re really
going at it, hunh? I always figured he was probably sucking
some of his hands off, but he never mentioned this!”
“How can a guy take that? It’s like a big pole! Even my
finger hurts a little.”
Craig looked at him with a smirk, making him blush.
“Well…the one t-time I tried it, that is,” he stammered.
“Heh, if you say so.” They turned back to the scene,
pressing their noses against the pane. They watched Uncle Franz
grab hold of the bunk above and maneuver his boots onto the
bed, straddling the fella’s hips. Then he began to plow him in
that position–his hunky ass hanging out as he rode the cowboy
like he was riding a bucking bronc.
Russ finally broke the silence, whispering against the
glass. “He sure ain’t gonna do that to me!”
“Me either,” Craig agreed. “But a blowjob is looking a lot
better to you, isn’t it?”
“N-no, what made you think that?” He turned his face to see
Craig grinning and looking down at his crotch.
“That big boner in your pants, buddy!” he chuckled.
“Aw, hell. It’s just…hey, you got one too!” he pointed.
“Damn right. I’ve been practically fucking this wall…
rubbing my dick up and down. Isn’t this exciting?”
“Sort of, I guess,” Russ shrugged, looking back in. It was
just in time to see them disengage. The cowboy was turning over
onto his back and lifting his legs up. He stopped, giving Franz
a lusty look as he stood there with his incredibly long cock
sticking out moist and wet. He lowered his legs again, sitting
up. Licking his lips, he bent down to take the sticky meat into
his mouth. Franz patted his head as the stud blew him, licking
and slurping on his own assjuices.
“I don’t believe he’s doing that!” Russ gasped. “Nobody
would do that willingly, would they?”
“I sure wouldn’t have thought so. Maybe ranch life is
different these days. He even acts like he enjoys the taste.”
“Yeah…of his own butthole!” Russ scowled.
“More than that, I think,” Craig sniggered. “You saw how
far that thing was stuck up his ass. There’s gotta be, uh, some
junk on it.”
Hopping back, the cowboy threw his legs up and rested them
on the boards under the top bunk–lewdly pulling his ass open
and exposing his gaping asshole…making it twitch open and
closed.
Uncle Franz crouched down and aimed his prick at the sloppy
hole–driving it all the way up and making the guy scream. It
was the first sounds that penetrated the walls, and sent
shivers of terror up their spines! But when they saw the stud
reach down and grab Franz on the buttocks to pull him closer,
they realized it was a scream of ecstasy.
“Incredible! Guy’s got a telephone pole up his ass and he’s
begging for more.”
“Come on, let’s go back to the house,” Craig pulled him
away.
“Hey! Aren’t we gonna watch?” Russ tried not to sound
disappointed.
“You wanna pull your dick out and jack off right here? I
didn’t think so. If I stand here much longer I’m gonna come in
my pants.”
“Oh,” Russ muttered, understanding, and followed him.
“But…why didn’t you just do it?”
“Hey, I ain’t gonna jack off with some guy watching me
unless he’s jacking off too.” Craig pushed his boner down,
bending his legs to get it resettled so it would go soft. When
he straightened up, he saw that Russ had been staring at it.
Russ’s face flushed. He quickly looked away, wondering if
big dicks ran in their family or something.
Russ sat nervously, waiting in the living room. Again, he
pushed down on his crotch. The damned thing wouldn’t go down!
He kept going over the perverted sex scene they’d just
witnessed.
Craig startled him, handing him a Pepsi. “Still on the
rail, hunh?”
“Umm…yeah, kinda. Maybe I…uh, where’s the bathroom?”
“Down the hall. But don’t go if you’re planning to jerk
your meat.”
“W-why, are we gonna do it?” Russ asked, half terrified and
half hopeful. He looked at Craig expectantly, looking very
vulnerable.
“No. I figure maybe it’s a good thing…you bein’ so horny
and all. That way you won’t mind so much when Uncle Franz
suggests you drop your pants. You’ll be ready to shove it into
anybody’s mouth!” he laughed.
“W-what if he suggests something else?” he gasped.
“He won’t. He might even want to save sucking you for
later. He’s getting his rocks off right now, remember?”
“I hope so. That thing really scares me, Craig! I mean
REALLY!”
“Aw, he’s a pussy cat, Russ. Honest.” He couldn’t help
adding with a twinkle, “Except maybe when he’s plowing some
cowboy’s ass!”
“Well, sounds like a conversation I might be interested
in!” The big man strolled into the room, looking Russ over
appreciatively. “And who do you know that likes to plow
cowboys’ asses, nephew?” He sat on the couch next to Russ,
smiling. “And what are you doing here, and who’s your handsome
friend here?”
“You, Uncle Franz. We went looking for you. Need I say
more?”
The man’s mouth fell open in surprise, then he started to
laugh uproariously.
“Damn! Caught in the act, hunh? Shucks, wish I’d known I
was being spied on. I woulda pulled my pecker out and come all
over his face instead of shooting that big load up his ass!” He
turned to look at Russ again, trying to gauge the boy’s reac-
tion. He reached over and patted his knee, making the boy jump.
“Say, that musta been quite a thing to see, hunh, youngster?
Relax. You look like I’m gonna hogtie you to the bed and break
you like a wild stallion. That cowpoke out there’s got a real
hungry butt. If I don’t drill him regular, it’s useless trying
to get any work out of him…or anybody else. He’ll keep the
other hands from their duty until he’s satisfied. Thing is, it
takes four of them to do what my cock can do in 15 minutes,” he
chuckled, holding out his hand to the boy. “Name’s Franz.”
Russ stared at the offered hand for a brief second before
taking it. He wondered if the smell of sex was on it. “R-Russ,
sir.”
“Call me Franz…or just Unc,” he waved his hand, turning
his gaze to Craig, questioningly.
“Guess we shouldn’t have sprung this on you, hunh?” Craig
smiled.
“Well, always good to see you…and your friends…but it
might have been a little easier on your buddy’s nerves. You,
uh, did explain things to him, didn’t you?”
“Sure…of course, Unc. He knows you’re gonna blow him.”
“Yeah!” Russ cried, practically snarling at Craig. “He told
me about half a mile away from here!”
“Aha! Sneaky, nephew. Very sneaky. I think you did that
once before to a fellow. As I recall, you later admitted roping
him into it because you were afraid he’d say no. And you wanted
to see his cock hard cause it always hung down so far in the
showers.”
“Uh…” Craig blushed furiously, quickly glancing at Russ.
“Yeah, okay, so I was curious. I just wanted to see if he was
as big a stud as he always bragged about.”
“You found out, didn’t you. Fella not only didn’t mind, he
rammed that huge thing down my throat twice a day. My gums hurt
for a week!”
“You knew I’d say no, didn’t you, Craig?” Russ asked. Craig
nodded and shrugged innocently. “How come? You know I don’t
have a big one. I mean…well…you only saw it in the showers
and it always shrinks up.”
“Maybe best not to press him on that, fella,” Franz said
softly. “My handsome nephew loves blowjobs, and he likes to
watch me suck on his friends, but he’ll never admit he’d like
to try it himself. Leastways, not til he’s ready.”
“Aw, you been givin’ me that crap all my life, Unc. Just
cause I let ya do me and my buddies. You know I just enjoy the
ranch and bringing a few friends out for some fun. Uh, I mean
…you know. Ridin’ the range!”
Franz winked at Russ. “Right. Of course. But how come all
your young friends are knockouts? Mostly with bigger than usual
dicks. And this lovely lad has got to be the prettiest one of
them all!”
“Can we change the subject? When did you start banging the
help?”
“Son, I’ve been porking studs since I was your age. You
think a guy with a dick like mine can walk around very long
without certain fellas starting to drool? I learned real early
how the gals backed away while the itchy-butted cowboys sorta
snuggled up, wantin’ to get to know me better…a lot better!
Shucks. You oughta see me with my tail in the air some time!”
he laughed. “Had me a lot of cowboy meat up there over the
years. Couple of your buddies went both ways, too. But they
made me promise not to tell.”
“What? Gosh, who?”
“You nuts? I promised not to tell.”
“Yeah, but now I know about it. Come on, give.”
“Nope. Maybe if I see a cock in your mouth sometime, then
we’ll both know exactly where you stand. Til then, you’re just
another straight stud that digs a knobjob…no matter all the
times I’ve done it.”
Again, Craig wanted to change the subject. “Uh, Russ had a
big boner from watching. He’s still worked up. You gonna do him
now?”
“So did you!” Russ blurted out…then realized it would
hardly come as any surprise to the man. “B-besides, you already
shot your, uh, wad, didn’t you? I don’t mind w-waiting.”
“Heck, unless you’re planning on blowing my prick, that
don’t much matter. I could suck off a dozen like you after my
cock fell asleep!”
“Yeck! That reminds me,” Craig blurted. “That fellow sucked
your dick after you dragged it outta his asshole. Is he a sicko
or what?”
Franz chuckled. “Naw. Fella spends so much time smellin’
horsehit and cow dung all the time…not to mention bein’ so
horny coming off the range…they can’t wait and end up
stripping and rolling around all over each other.”
Franz grinned devilishly, loving the shock value.
“Ever sniffed a cowboy after a hard day? Can’t much get
fussy when your prick springs up more often than a stud takes a
bath on Saturday night, right? Yep, I can tell you I’ve licked
quite a few stinky dicks around here. Knew better than to ask
where it might have been recently…if you catch my drift.
Complain too much, and you end up flogging your own meat!”
“Oh,” Craig said flatly, as if that explained it.
Russ was still repulsed at the thought, even though his
cock was strangely betraying him. Maybe if he stopped pressing
on it!
Franz reached over and lifted Russ’s hand up.
“Hmmm. What you say is true. Steamed up, boy? Lemme take
care of that for you. No sense jerking off behind the old barn,
right? Stand up here between my legs and let me slip those
tight jeans down your slim, sweet body. Uncle Franz can take
care of that hot prick in a jiffy!”
Russ allowed the man to coax him up by the arm. His cock
was gonna burst in his pants soon, so he figured it’d be
alright. As he stood, he saw Craig’s eyes light up, and saw his
buddy rub his crotch excitedly. Surprisingly, that helped him
relax somewhat and he obediently let the man turn him around
and pull him between his legs. He stood there, staring at the
wall ahead, gulping–wishing his mouth wasn’t so dry. He let
out a little squeaky moan as he felt the man’s hands caressing
the front of his pants!
“Just relax, boy,” Franz cooed. “I know just how to treat a
boy’s cock. You’re gonna love this.” He pushed his face into
the material and breathed hot air into his sweating pubes. It
felt cool–real cool!
Then the pants came down, and Russ stood there half-naked.
His cock was now in the man’s mouth! Hearing something clang on
the floor, Russ looked over his shoulder to see Craig sitting
there with his pants around his ankles–a big boner sticking up
in his lap–being furiously fisted! Before Craig noticed he was
staring, Russ could have sworn he’d been looking at his naked
butt and getting all excited about it!
He couldn’t worry about that now–he had a blowjob to
enjoy! The man’s talented mouth sure made that easy. He was
rapidly plunging his mouth back and forth–deep-throating it
every stroke. The boy was just astounded that someone could do
that. He watched Franz torridly gobble his prick and one word
came to mind…COCKSUCKER! COCKSUCKER SUPREME! And he meant it
complimentary. In fact, he almost giggled that the word
suddenly no longer seemed derogatory, but instead, a title of
honor. Well, maybe not honor–but the man definitely earned the
title!
Russ closed his eyes and looked up, swiveling his neck side
to side–unable to remember why he’d always resisted such
pleasure. All the times he’d turned down those guys at school
…three different fags that keep making suggestions. Wait’ll
one of ‘em asks next time!
He was lost in those thoughts, tingling from the two
sensations. Two? Yeah. Franz had reached around and been knead-
ing his butt cheeks. The sound of Craig ripping his pants off
from around his shoes made Russ suspicious. Besides fondling
his ass, the man had his bottom all spread open and was
tweaking his asshole lightly with a fingertip. Sure it felt
good, but…
He glanced over his shoulder again. Sure enough, while
Craig still pounded his meat he was definitely looking at his
asshole! A horny guy with a big slicked-up prick jerking off
behind you and staring at your virginal bung could understand-
ably make a straight stud a wee bit apprehensive. But when
Craig’s eyes flicked upward, Russ quickly dismissed his
nervousness, seeing the guy give him an aw-shucks silly grin.
“Don’t even think about it, chump,” Russ sing-songed, then
jokingly added, “unless you’re thinking about licking it!” He
glared at him then winked. But instead of his usual snappy
comeback, Craig’s face was beet red…as if from guilt!
Franz wanted it to last a while, and it was a good
opportunity to stop sucking with such intensity. He slurped off
the tasty knob and used his face to flop the dick up against
the boy’s belly. Before licking his way down the shaft to suck
the boy’s hefty balls, he smooched his lips over the big vein
and spoke from the side of his mouth.
“I’d take him up on it, Craig. If that little pink stinker
tastes as good as it feels, how could anyone resist it? I’m
sure Russ won’t hold it against you. Unless you ask him to,
that is!” He chuckled, then bent his head and looked back at
him. “Come on, nephew. Help me take care of this young stud!
You’ve pussy hopped around long enough. You’re a male
Burkholder, and all the Burkholder men in our family are sex
pigs. Time you faced up to it, kid. Look at that huge boner you
got? You think it’s just from sitting there playing with
yourself so shamelessly? You really think this pretty bottom
had nothing to do with it?”
“Uncle Franz….” he protested.
“Come on down here. You lick his ass while I suck his
balls.”
“I am NOT gonna do…that!” Craig insisted, whining like a
kid.
Russ tried not to smile at his friend’s wishy-washy
insistence, hardly stifling it when Franz looked up at him.
“Tell him it’s alright to lick your sweet asshole.”
“Heh!” He looked back. “It’s okay…if you wanna.” He felt
himself begin to flush at what it meant, but just then Franz
sucked a nut into his mouth. Seeing the grown man between his
legs lewdly licking his sweaty balls, gave his dick a rush!
“AAAH!” He glanced back once more, rudely arching his back. “Do
it for me, pal. Do it. Lick my asshole for me, please. I swear
I won’t tell a soul!”
“I…I just can’t do that!” Craig practically apologized–
his slight hesitation a dead giveaway.
“Beginners often need some im-moral encouragement,” Franz
sighed. “You lay right here on the couch, sport. Lift your legs
and stick your perky tail out.” He adjusted the kid’s hips,
then crooked his finger at his nephew. “The Burkholders are
gonna trade off tonguing your asscrack and licking your balls.”
Craig’s mouth fell open, but he awkwardly slid to his
knees. Prematurely, at that. Now he had to klomp over to where
they were, dragging his pants. Franz patiently grinned,
wrapping an arm around his shoulders when he’d finished
agonizing over the long trek.
“You sure got good taste, kid. Just take a good look at
that creamy shithole. We’ll pull his cock and balls down and
lick them too. We’re gonna have a great time! Just too bad you
missed out on all those other horny youngsters. But,” he placed
Craig’s hand on Russ’ buttock, “this luscious boystud is the
hottest package of prime meat yet. You ready?”
He nodded. “S-sorry, Russ. Guess it’s in the genes. I AM a
sex pig!” He groaned lustily and jammed his nose up his
friend’s ass!
“Oh yeah!” Franz chuckled. “There’s the proof right there.
Follows his nose straight to the good spot like every true SEX
PIG…wants to sniff it more than anything! Whiff away, sport.
I’ll go back to washing this big bag of balls. But save some
for me before you start licking.”

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