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Archive name: ranch.txt (MMM, gay, beast, ws)
Authors name: Anonymous Author (the Oracle BBS)
Story title : TR Ranch, The

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The TR Ranch (MMM, gay, beast, ws)
Anonymous Author (the Oracle BBS)

***

Summer was just beginning and I still didn't have a job 
between my junior and senior year at CU. I didn't know 
how I was going to spend my summer or how I was going to 
pay for next year's tuition. Spring in Denver is always 
pretty so I wasn't in too much of a hurry, but something 
had better happen before all the other students got the 
remaining summer jobs.

I went down to the Triangle (which is a gay bar) for a 
beer and to kill some time. Although I like girls I've 
also had my share of men too. I don't know why I can't 
seem to make up my mind about which way I hang, but I 
figure, what the hell, I'm young and there's plenty of 
time to figure it all out.

Anyway, as I stood there holding up the wall, a very 
"cowboy" looking dude in the usual western drag was 
eyeing me. Even the bank presidents dress like cowboys in 
Denver so he could've been just about anybody.

Finally he walked over to me and started a conversation. 
He and his partner had a 2000-acre ranch near Colorado 
Springs (sure, I thought, and I'm Winston Churchill).

"It's true!" he said, "Look, you need a summer job, and 
we need someone to help mend fences, fix the barn, chores 
like that. How about coming down and seeing for yourself 
that I'm not bullshitting you."

Well I had nothing else to do and I figured it wouldn't 
hurt to know which end of a horse does the eating.

"I just came to town to take care of some business and 
I'm on my way back to the ranch. Why don't you grab some 
clothes and come down with me? If you don't like the 
arrangement, Red, my partner, will drive you back to town 
tomorrow. You got nothing to loose and a little fresh air 
to gain."

We stopped at my apartment which I shared with a couple 
of other guys, grabbed a couple of pair of jeans and my 
boots, and told my roomys that I may be gone for a few 
days.

We headed south toward his ranch. Pretty country. Almost 
forgot what the high desert was like after spending all 
my time in Boulder/Denver all year. When we got to the 
ranch, he introduced me to Red... that was short for Red 
Eagle. He was a tall full-blooded Indian with black hair, 
smooth chest, massive shoulders and hands. He was quite a 
contrast to Tom who was shorter, about my height, and as 
solidly built as a brick shithouse. Both of them had a 
dark tan from all that work outdoors.

I figured it wouldn't hurt me to work on my tan and the 
work might build up my muscles a little before I got back 
to the swim team in the fall. "I don't know much about 
being a cowboy, but if all you want is dumb labor, I 
think I can handle that." I said.

Tom looked at Red and they both smiled at each other. 
"You don't have to know anything. We'll tell you what you 
need to do. Just be ready to put in some hard work and do 
what we say. You'll learn a lot by the end of the 
summer," said Red. The pay was good so I accepted the 
job.

"You ever drive a tractor?" Tom asked.

"Yea, a little bit a couple of years ago."

"Good, because we have about 500-acres that need mowing 
to start."

Fuck, I thought, mowing a pasture is about is interesting 
as riding around a golf cart all day. Oh well, gotta 
start somewhere, I thought.

They showed me to my bunk. It was a room off the main 
house. At least I didn't have to sleep in the barn like 
I've seen them do in the western movies. I was to eat 
with them and in effect be one of the family. They sure 
seemed nice enough. Too nice almost. Tom hadn't touched 
me and since we met in the Triangle and he was obviously 
interested, I wondered what was going to happen.

The next day I started mowing. Damn that's boring. Up one 
hill and down the next. The tractor vibrating my ass, the 
smell of the cut grass, horses and cattle, no one around 
for miles... I sure was getting horny. What the hell. I 
could beat off and still drive couldn't I? No one would 
see me.

So out I pulled my hard dick. It was a good way to pass 
the time, I thought cheerily.

One hand on the wheel of the tractor, and the other hand 
stroking my cock. I must have cum 6 times by the end of 
the day. My dick was sore but satisfied! Red came riding 
out on horseback to meet me. "Come on back to the house. 
You can finish this up tomorrow."

I went back to the house and ate dinner. Tom and Red were 
discussing the latest beef prices, which I could have 
cared less about so I decided to catch the sunset. I went 
out behind the house to get a clear view of the sun 
setting behind the mountains. It was right by a horse 
corral where their stud horse was kept.

That horse was a real beauty... and that horse cock... 
I've heard jokes and stories about horses dicks, but I'd 
never seen one... especially up close. That huge 18" dong 
was fascinating. I wondered if the horse would let me 
touch it.

I slowly stepped up to the horse reassuring him so that I 
wouldn't spook him. I stroked his mane and brushed him 
with one hand while my other hand inched down that huge 
piece of horsemeat to see what it was really like. His 
cock alone must have weighed 20 pounds.

I was almost hypnotized by it and wished there was some 
way to actually try it out. All of a sudden, the horse 
started to piss. It was as though someone had turned on a 
faucet as this hot yellow piss gushed from his huge dick.

Next thing I knew, four hands shoved me from behind 
making me stumble and land underneath that gushing stream 
of horse piss.

Tom and Red were standing by the fence laughing 
hysterically as I lay flat on the ground being drenched 
by the horse. Tom said, "The baptism of a greenhorn has 
just begun!" and with that they both whipped out their 
own cocks and proceeded to drench me in "people piss". 

My jeans, shirt, boots, every part of me was soaked to 
the bone in piss. "I want you to have every last drop," 
said Red as he shoved his cock into my mouth making me 
taste the last of his dribbling piss.

"You're not going into the house with those pissy clothes 
on," said Tom. With that they ripped off my clothes and 
tossed me into the horse's water tank. The water was ice 
cold and my cock, which had grown hard watching that 
horse dong, had now grown soft from the icy water. "Now 
you can come into the house and dry off," Tom said. They 
threw me a blanket and I followed them back to the house.

I stood in front of the fire trying to warm up. Red had 
taken off his boots and shirt and put his hand on my bare 
ass. "Drink this," said Tom and he handed me a shot of 
whiskey. "It'll help you to warm up."

"I think he's more than warm," said Red, "I think he's 
pretty fucking hot!" one of Red's fingers was on my ass, 
then it started working its way to my butt hole. I had 
expected this earlier so it came as no real surprise. I 
knew what was about to happen and actually was looking 
forward to it. You know, a new experience, anticipation 
and all that.

Then Red opened, his zipper and pulled out a thick uncut 
piece of meat. It must have been a good 10" long, longer 
than anything I'd ever seen before. He dropped his pants 
and pushed me to my knees. 

I took that cockmeat in my mouth and sucked like it was 
my last meal, I'd done this before with classmates and 
even one of my roommates but this big old Indian was 
something new to me. His cock had the smell of horses, 
cows and the range, and I loved it. 

While I sucked that rod, Tom had undressed and was behind 
me massaging my hole. Soon I was being fucked in the ass 
by Tom and in the mouth by that Indian's meat. It didn't 
take long before Tom was pumping frantically and I could 
feel my ass filling with his warm cum. 

Then Red pulled out of my mouth as Tom pulled out of my 
ass. "Now you can clean it off boy," said Tom as he 
shoved his softening cock into my mouth. At that moment 
Red shoved his monster meat up my ass. I thought that 
horse HAD fucked me. He rode me like a bucking bronco. 
I'd been fucked before, but never like this. So this was 
one of the duties of a ranch hand?

As Red drove that big old cock into me, I could feel my 
own cum nearing eruption without even touching myself. 
Then Red blew his wad up my shit chute and I could feel 
his huge load invading me.

We all collapsed on the floor with big smiles. "I think 
this is going to work out just fine," said Tom. We all 
slept in the same huge bed from that point on so that my 
ass was always available.

*

"Today we have to start fixing fences," said Tom. "Take 
the truck out to the back 40 by that downed fence and 
wait for Red."

I did as I was told. Red came out shortly with the barbed 
wire and tools. We worked all morning. The sun was 
getting hot so I took off my shirt. Red did likewise. All 
that work really makes one hot, thirsty, and horny. "I 
hope you brought lunch?" I asked Red. 

"No, but I did bring some beer in that cooler behind the 
rolls of wire." We were so hot and thirsty that those 
beers poured down our throats like a drainpipe. One, two, 
three... six beers later I was finally quenched, but my 
head was starting to spin. 

"Hand me that roll from the truck," said Red. I bent over 
the tailgate to reach for the roll of barbed wire, my 
head still spinning; I had a hard time standing up again.

"What's the matter, Kid? Can't you handle a little brew?" 
Red came over to see why I was wasn't standing up. He 
again put his huge hand over the crack of my ass and 
rubbed me there through my Levis for a moment. "We gotta 
do something about this I think," he said as his hands 
effortlessly ripped the seam of my jeans open exposing my 
asshole.

"From now on I want you to wear this pair of jeans with 
the seat split so I can get in there at a moments 
notice... Nice, very nice." His finger pushed up my hole. 
My head was spinning too much to even try to resist him. 
Then while I was still bent over the tailgate, he pulled 
his finger out and replaced it with his throbbing dick.

"No, no," I started to object, but I was too drunk to 
fight off his rape. There I was bent over the tailgate of 
the truck getting the shit fucked out of me by this half-
drunk Indian... And I loved it. Just then, Tom came 
riding up on horseback. 

"How the fuck are we going to get anything done around 
here if you two are just going to fuck all day?" asked 
Tom. Then he asked, "Red, are you drunk again? You're 
useless out here. I'll finish up, you two go back to the 
house. Take my horse, it will be quicker. I'll finish the 
fence and drive the truck back and meet you there later."

Red jumped on the horse, reaching down for my saying, 
"Come on, kid. We can ride double. You ride in front of 
me."

Red hadn't cummed since Tom had interrupted us. His dick 
was still rock hard and I was still wearing those jeans 
with the seat bottom split open. Red really rode that 
horse hard and we bounced up and down. Finally I bounced 
up, but when I came back down, Reds hard cock was at my 
bunghole. At each gallop, his cock drove another quarter 
inch deeper.

I think he purposely chose a rough route and the long way 
home so he could ram that cock deeper in my ass. It hurt 
like hell and at the same time it felt really good. If I 
hadn't been so drunk, I might have been too tense and 
tight to really enjoy it. It really was neat riding 
through the hills of the high desert with his thick 
horsemeat fucking my ass as we rode. Finally I felt the 
pressure of Reds dick spurting his cum up my ass, and I 
pulled my hard dick out of my jeans and only had to stoke 
it twice before I blasted my load too.

We had lunch and Tom came driving up with the truck. 

"I hope you can at least clean the barn without screwing 
off," said Tom. "But whatever you do, be sure to keep the 
gate closed. If that horse gets out, he's a bastard to 
corral again. DON'T LET HIM OUT!" Tom was emphatic, then 
he went out of the barn to get the tools ready and I 
finished up some chores around the house.

Later I went out to the barn to help him and as I 
approached, I heard this cow mooing like she was in pain. 
I opened the door and rushed in to see what was wrong, 
forgetting to close the door behind me. There was Tom 
standing on a pail behind this heifer fucking her like 
mad. 

When he saw me, he said, "You and Red have been going at 
it," complained Tom, "But what about me? I bet a city boy 
like you never had a feel of this kind of pussy have you? 
Come over here and try this out for size."

Tom pulled his dick out of that cow, got down from the 
pail, and let me get up behind the animal. I pulled out 
my dick and stoked it a few times to get it hard. Then I 
rammed my dick up that cows hole. Talk about loose!!! A 
fist fucker could get both arms and a foot up that cunt.

It did feel good though, and I pumped and pumped that 
cunt. Tom was standing behind me with his hot iron in 
hand stroking it to keep it warm. I was so excited by the 
loose pussy that I ignored the finger probing my hole. 
Then he pulled the finger out and pushed is dick, 
lubricated by the cow, up MY ass.

Here I was in Lucky Pierre... or should that be called 
Lucky Holstein... while being fucked up the ass by a 8" 
stud. The guys at school would never believe this, I 
thought. And that's how we came, Tom shooting his load up 
me, and me shooting my load up the cow. I don't know if 
the cow came or not.

Just then Red came in. "Now who is the fuck up, you 
jerks. The barn was open and that bastard horse got out. 
I thought we warned you about him." Red was really angry. 
"If you're going to work here you're going to have to 
learn to take orders and follow them. You're going to 
have to be punished to teach you a lesson I think."

"But it wasn't my fault..." I tried to explain about 
hearing the cow and how I'd just forgot. 

"No excuses," said Red, and he and Tom grabbed me. I 
struggled, but by now I knew I couldn't resist when they 
both held me. They tied my hands to the top rail of the 
horse stall with my back to them. Then Tom unbuttoned my 
belt and pulled down my jeans exposing my bare ass. Tom 
and Red both pulled off their belts and folded them 
double. 

"We're gonna to teach you to listen," said Tom as they 
both swung their belts and smacking my ass. Again and 
again they whipped my ass. Each time they landed their 
blow, my cock got harder. It hurt like hell but I refused 
to cry out or ask them to stop. I felt like I had to take 
it like a man.

They must've tanned my hide about thirty times then they 
stopped. My eyes were watering and I didn't see who was 
behind me, but I could tell from the cock pushing up my 
burning hole that Red wanted a piece of my ass again. 
Being tied to the barn rail I couldn't move and had to 
take anything that Red wanted to dish out.

Tom just stood by watching since he'd just had me and the 
cow both. He probably would have fucked but he needed 
time to recuperate. I'd been fucked by them so much since 
I started working there that my ass thought that cock was 
a member of the family!

*

This was pretty much how the summer went. I got lots of 
sun, my body was bronze, my muscles tight and lean, and 
my ass well fucked. I learned to ride and be ridden so to 
speak!

Near the end of the summer, we had one major chore left. 
We had about a hundred head of cattle that had to be 
branded. The thought of it brought back flashes of John 
Wayne western movies. Was it really like that in real 
life? I was about to find out. 

The three of us rode out to a back pasture in the truck 
filled with tools. Tom did most of the setup and Red got 
the cows ready. They had their act pretty together and I 
could see they didn't really need me. Red brought the 
cows in and held them down, and Tom would get the 
branding iron hot and touch their hide marking them as 
property of the TR Ranch. They had just finished the last 
cow and I assumed they would want me to help clean up and 
load the truck so I asked if there was anything they 
wanted me to do.

"Just one more thing," said Tom, "Get your ass over 
here."

At that, Red wrestled me down and tied the rope to my 
wrists and legs just as he had been doing to the calves. 
If he could tackle a 500-pound calf, I was certainly no 
challenge. Once tied, he unbuttoned my belt and pulled my 
pants down to my knees. My pearly white ass glowed in the 
bright sun. Tom stood over me with a hot branding iron in 
his hand.

"One final initiation for this greenhorn city slicker," 
said Tom as he touched that hot iron to my bare ass. I 
screamed as the iron burnt my flesh. It was the kind of 
pain that felt good... like something "earned". But how 
would I explain to the guys on the swim team in the 
shower? How would I explain the brand on my ass?

Actually, as it turned out I didn't care what they 
thought. I was proud to wear the brand of Tom and Red. 
Like the cows, I was marked as property of the TR Ranch. 
I had become a MAN.

***

Even after school began, I spent all my holidays and 
weekends down there earning extra money and helping out 
with the chores. I wasn't a greenhorn city slicker any 
more. I was a COWBOY by several definitions of the term.

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