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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 eighteen, 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.

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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.

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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 em. 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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