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“Get that thing away from me!” Brazos yelled.
I crossed my arms. “I thought you liked cock,” I said.
Brazos sent me a death look. “I like cock, but that ain’t no rooster, that’s a fucking killer dinosaur. When he pecked my ankles he was going for blood! He’s a killer, I mean, look at the spurs on that thing!”
“Yeah his job is to guard the flock. Look at him puffed up right now, he’s doing such a good job.”
“Aw Christ, I’m sorry, just call Bucky off!”

“First, you’re gonna listen to me,” I said sternly. “You listen to me, and you listen to me good. If I catch you with Derrick again, or find out you snuck off with him, I’m going to geld you first and then have that rooster chase you off my property. He just turned 16. You want him, you wait. You understand me?”
“16?” Brazos gulped. “Aw hell, he said he was almost 18-”
“That doesn’t make it better! He’d still be 17. That’s still underage! Are you tryin to lose your balls?”
Brazos winced.
“He came on to me first!”
“Brazos, you fucking moron. He’s 16. Looking at a tile floor makes him horny. There ain’t a lot of boys out here his own age for him to mess with -and I’m working on that- but that doesn’t mean you take advantage of him. Laws still apply out here.”

Brazos whined. He watched the rooster patrolling around the AC unit. “Fuck I’m sorry. Don’t send me to jail. I’ll behave, I swear, I know that was wrong- god my leg’s are cramping. Come on, call off that rooster Danny, please. My ass is burnin’ out here in the sun.”
“You’re going to go into town and work out your urges you hear? You come back on Monday and act right, or I’ll fire you. I don’t want to, cause you’re damn good at your job. But my family comes first.”
Brazos hung his head. He looked ashamed. “Yeah, I understand. I’m sorry, Danny.”
“Good.” I walked over and picked up the rooster, tucking him under my arm like a football.
“How on God’s earth did you do that?” Brazos gawked. “That’s a bird of satan.”
“Aw Bucky? No he’s such a sweet baby.” I stroked his neck feathers. “Oh you’re all worked up. You protected our family, you big strong boy. Let’s go get you a treat.”
Bucky clucked.

Brazos sheepishly climbed down from the AC unit. The other ranch hands who heard the commotion had come over and were snickering at him. His face was bright red. We watched him shuffle into the barn, hand over his crotch. A moment later we heard a yell. “Where are my pants?”
“Ask Rambo.” Jose said while laughing.
Brazos came out of the barn with his shirt in his hand. He squinted into the sun at the paddock across the dirt lot, where a large bull was staring at him, wearing Brazos’s jeans over his horns.
“Oh are you fucking serious!”
We burst out laughing.
As Brazos went over to him, the bull trotted away, sending everyone in peals of laughter. Brazos was great with the horses, but that bull was temperamental and only liked Jose, who had raised him since a calf.

While Brazos was trying to negotiate with Jose to get his pants back, I took Bucky to get a treat and put him back with his ladies.

Now, I had to go talk to my son. He was too old for a bare bottom spanking over my lap, but that didn’t mean he didn’t need one. I was going to have to do something about him. There’s a lot in the Farmer’s Almanac about raising corn, but not a lot about bringing up a twink. Good lord, was there a summer camp I could send him to? That boy needed to be away from sweaty shirtless men for a while. I think that was just the heart of the problem. He needed to be around sweaty shirtless teenagers his age.

I went inside the house. As I was washing my hands, I heard the stairs creak. “Dad? Did you kill Brazos?”
“Wanted to geld him, but no. And he won’t be bothering you no more, and you won’t be bothering him.”
“Oh,” was all Derrick would say. He sighed in relief. “I’m glad you didn’t kill him. I’m so sorry Dad, I didn’t mean to get him in trouble. He was just shirtless-”
I dried my hands. “Shirtless. Christ, shirts, the cause of our all problems. Derrick, go back upstairs and lie down on the bed in your shorts.”
He knew exactly what that meant. “Oh no,” Derrick groaned.

Running a ranch was complicated and messy; often it was just not fun. The days I was in college and spanking people for fun seemed like a long time ago.

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vallentiro14:

Ryan stood under the cold spray of the outdoor shower and thought. The shock of the water temperature on this summer day mixed with the post-nut clarity lead him to feeling ashamed of himself. Ryan, seriously – you let the farrier fuck you? That guy? He’s old enough to be your dad almost. And he’s not even that hot. That was a bit slutty of you. You don’t need to be laid that badly do you? Ryan ran his hands over his face. Do I? It was two weeks since the last one, when I hooked up with that Grindr guy passing through town. Usually I can last a month. Maybe it’s cause it’s hot and everyone’s shirtless. Ryan was not convincing himself. Mostly because it felt pretty good to get laid, and Ryan knew he needed more of it. He could not deny that.

Ryan turned off the water and shook off the droplets. It would be another six weeks before the farrier came back to the ranch. Is this going to become a steady thing? Ryan wondered. He liked the idea of having a steady fuck, even if it was the farrier. Six weeks was still a long time to be considered “steady” in most places, but out here in the middle of nowhere that was still considered pretty lucky.

Ryan sighed and toweled off his muscles. God, if he could get laid once a week – maybe twice a week! – that would be heaven. Ryan glanced up and realized his horse Marcy was staring at him on the other side of the fence. She’d not seen him naked before. Ryan pointed a finger at her. “Don’t get any ideas. Also, can you go find me a prince? Thanks.” She snorted and walked off.
Ryan sighed. He needed a man. In the old days you could just place an ad in the paper for a “country husband”. “Country slut needs gay ranchhand” would not work. Ryan was gonna have to get creative. Now he’d been freshly fucked, all he was gonna think about for a while was getting his next dick. This was a problem that could not be solved by a trip to the feed store.

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Ryan rested in the saddle and gazed around the empty pasture being swallowed by darkness. All the horses had been brought in for the night, but Marcy was nowhere to be found. Usually when he brought them in, she would linger and headbutt Ryan for a treat in case he had a sugar cube or peppermint candy in his pocket. But she wasn’t there.
Ryan was concerned enough that he borrowed Judd’s horse that was still saddled and rode out into the pasture to sweep the corners and check for breaks in the fence. Ryan was dreading finding a dark, motionless shape on the ground, but so far, nothing. It was a relief, but Ryan was baffled by her absence.
How did she get out? Sure she could jump the fence, but Marcy was a particularly stubborn and lazy horse. If she jumped the fence, something would have startled the entire pack and they would have all bolted in a panic. Someone Ryan worked with would have noticed the commotion.

Ryan took off his hat, rubbed his forehead with his dusty sleeve, and put his hat back on. He sighed. The shame and regret from letting the farrier fuck him earlier was sinking in deep now; it was uncomfortable being on the saddle. He wanted a hot plate and a hot meal – and a soft, comfy sofa. Plus it was near dark now with the sun down and the bugs were out. Ryan swatted a mosquitos on his neck. “Goddammit.” He guided Judd’s horse to walk the fence line that ran parallel with the road. He swept a flashlight over the fence as he followed it for a couple minutes.

A truck was approaching, so Ryan lowered the flashlight beam. It was one of those LED things that had the power of the sun. The truck put on its hazards and pulled over anyway. Ryan didn’t recognize the truck or the young man driving it, which was surprising. A lost traveler maybe?
“Can I help you?” Ryan drawled.
“Are you missing a horse by chance?”
Ryan tilted his head. “Matter of fact I am. A mare, a sorrel with a blaze.”
“Well she’s on our porch,” the young man said. He looked amused by the whole thing.
“Your porch?” Ryan repeated. “I’m sorry, I don’t recognize you?”
The young man waved. “Carter Whitehouse. I’m Bill and Margie’s grandson. I was working on a ranch near Yellowstone for a bit, but I just moved out here to help them on the farm and renovate the house since Grandpa Bill’s been sick.”
Ryan held his breath in his chest. He wasn’t a religious man, but god if there was a chance – any chance at all, that Carter would be up for kissing another man- Ryan wanted to take that chance. He cleared his throat. “Well that was mighty nice of you. They’ve been over asking for help a bit, I’m glad they have you to rely on now. My name’s Ryan Dumont, my dad and I run this place.” He jerked his thumb to his left.
“Pleasure to meet you.” Carter was studying Ryan. His grandparents talked a lot about the Dumonts. They were old fashioned, and although they appreciated the Dumonts as neighbors, they had made comments about “the homosexual” who lived there. Carter really hoped that was who they were talking about. Because Jesus Christ, the Marlboro Man could have passed the torched to him.

Ryan cleared his throat again. “Well. I better go get my mysteriously vanishing horse off your property.” He instructed Carter to drive onto his property and meet him at their barn, where Ryan would drop off Judd’s horse. They would ride back to Carter’s, and Ryan would ride Marcy bareback home.

The conversation in the car was brief, as the trip was three miles down the road. Sure enough, Marcy was hanging out in the Whitehouse’s front lawn, eating the grass, tied to the fence.
Ryan couldn’t help but chuckle. “You silly girl, how did you get over here?” She whinnied at the sight of him. Ryan stroked her nose and she headbutted him in the shoulder. “Young lady, you don’t get a treat, you misbehaved today.”
She flickered her ears at him.
“Don’t get sassy with me.”
“She doesn’t seem sassy. She seems to be a real nice girl,” Carter said as he walked up.
“She is. Normally. She’s never jumped the fence before. I don’t know what got into her.”

“Well you know how it is with some horses, it could be the shadow of a cloud for all we know.”
That made Ryan laugh. He liked Carter’s sense of humor.

Ryan agreed to have the Whitehouses over for dinner soon, untied Marcy, and reluctantly bid Carter goodbye. He climbed the fence to get on Marcy’s back, and then steered her down the driveway and to the house with a borrowed bridle.

As he walked the miles in the dark, lit only by moonlight, Ryan had time to reflect on what had just happened. He still couldn’t explain it. He was also distracted by the soreness in his rear end. Stupid farrier with a great dick, he muttered to himself.
Back at the stable, Ryan ran the whole story by Judd.
Judd put his hands on his hips and thought. “It sounds like she wasn’t escaping something, but going after something she wanted on their property if you ask me. Another horse maybe? They bought two of your dad’s horses right?”
“Yeah, they did-” Ryan’s thought trail was interrupted by a moment of clarity. Wait, hadn’t he told Marcy to go find him a prince earlier? He looked at Marcy, who returned the gaze innocently from her stall. There was no way.
“Yeah, I’m sure she recognized their scents or something,” Ryan said quickly. “Come on, let’s finish up here. I’m starving.”
“Yeah me too. Come on, follow me with the blankets here.”
“Sure, coming, one sec.” Before Ryan did, he slipped Marcy a peppermint candy he had in his pocket. He patted her nose. “Good girl,” Ryan whispered. He could not wait to have the Whitehouses over for dinner.

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Captions are fictional. Someone here reblogged or liked one of my older stories, so I decided to write a sequel.

Edit: Part three is https://www.tumblr.com/allbecauseoftheboys/717159089294196736/ryan-turned-off-the-light-and-rolled-over-he?source=share

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FARM After Work Time 🚜🚜🛠🐃🐃🧢🌽💦💦

Coby paused a moment before interrupting John’s rest, although he knew John had already heard his footsteps coming up. No matter how many times he saw John shirtless, it was still amazing. There were some lambs born that did not have as much hair as John had on a normal basis. He cleared his throat. 
“Brought you a cold beer, John.”
John lifted his ball cap. “We have beer? I thought we were out.” He took the can.
“No, the fridge was full last time, so I put the overflow in the fridge in the garage.”
“Huh.” John cracked the can, holding it over the dirt so it didn’t drip on him. “What a miracle.” He took a swig and exhaled. “Man that hits a spot after working cows all day. Thanks.”
Colby smiled demurely and clasped his hands behind his back. 
John sat back in the chair with half the can left in his hand. He glanced at Colby and licked his lower lip to get the suds off. “Alright, you can get on.”

Colby made a little noise of victory under his breath. John pushed his fly open and brought his cock out. It was already half hard and it didn’t take much stroking to get it up to full mast. The head pushed out of the crown of skin. “Man, this thing is sweaty. You sure you want it?”
“Don’t bother me, it’ll just make it easier to ride. I’m already lubed, though.” Colby threw a leg over John’s lap.
John took a swig and set the can on the ground. “Man, slow down there Cowboy.”
“I’ve been waiting all day for you to come in from the fields. I’m done being patient.”
“Well be patient on my dick, or you’re going to bend something.”
Colby met his gaze while his other hand guided John’s cock to his whole. “I always go nice and slow with you don’t I? You’re too big for me to take right away…need to get used to you anyway.”
“Fucking hell.” John groaned as tight heat enveloped his cock. “You are never leaving his farm ya hear me? You’re just everything I ever need.”
Colby didn’t answer right away. His eyes were half closed and he was working on getting the rest of John into him by making slow motions up and down. “Well if you really mean that, do me a favor – get a better chair. I don’t want to have to explain to your mother in the ER that I need a tetanus shot after having sex.” 

John barked out a laugh. “Christ Colby, don’t bring up my mom during sex! I’ll get you a better chair, I promise. Now keep your mouth shut and focus on what you’re doing. No bending stuff.”
Colby smirked and sat down on John’s lap. “Copy, cowboy.” 
John groaned and his eyes rolled back in his head. “Sweet lord in heaven!”

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“Yeah, that’s what I’ll do.”
“Do?”
“Yep. Hand me that towel, sugar.”
Brazos does. When Daughtry stands up, Brazos adverts his eyes.
“You’re shy for a prostitute.”
“I don’t know if I’d call myself that. Very few men seeking my flesh come through this railroad town. I mostly just help out with the hotel. Laundry. Being an attendant to the boarders. Working off rent, mostly.”
“Where’s your family?” Daughtry asks as he dries off.
“Dead. Influenza got mama and papa, and baby Jodie. I got an older brother somewhere in Boston, in jail. That’s why my family came out West, to get away from the shame of having a scoundrel for a son.”
“Unfortunate turn of events.”
Brazos nods.
“You want to go back East?”
“No. I like it out here in California. Suites me. I meet all kinds. Gold diggers, surveyors, businessmen, cowboys, Indians, Mexicans…” Brazos pauses. “Criminals.”
Daughtry chuckles. “Criminals huh?”
“Your wanted posters got washed off in the last big storm,” Brazos revealed.
Daughtry laughed. “You got me pinned.”
“Did you do what the posters said?”
Daughtry draped the towel over the bed and picked up a block of beeswax to rub into his skin. “What’d they say?”
“You murdered folk. Stole from a bank.”
Daughtry didn’t answer right away. “If I murdered someone, it’s cause they were trying to kill me first. You shoot, you put your life on the line. And I did rob that bank. Gave it to an orphanage.”
“No you didn’t.”
“Ok, I gave half to an orphanage.”
“Are you dressed? Cause I want to shoot you a look of disbelief.”

Daughtry laughed again. He reached for his pants. “I like you. Come with me.”
“Come with you where…?”
“The next robbery. Land baron west of here stole a bunch of land from the Indians. They want it back. So we’re going to go get back it, by holding his operation hostage. It’s very clever. I’m pretty proud of the plan I got.”
“Is that what you were ponderin’ in the bathtub?”
“Indeed it was.” Daughtry said.
Brazos thought. “I’ll think about it.”
“Fine by me. You know, my mood has lifted a bit, and I don’t see the point in putting my clothes on. Get here on the bed. I haven’t had good release for a while.”
“R-really?”
“Yep.” Daughtry took a coin out of his shoot and put it in Brazos’s hand. “That’s enough isn’t it?”
“…This is my week’s wage. You can last a week?”
Daughtry guffawed. “I like you. And I could probably last a week. But injustice has occurred, so I must press on.”
Brazos considered the coin. “Well, I must make sure you’re prepared for the journey.”
“You’re not gonna come with me?”
“Depends how you are in bed.”
Daughtry grinned. “Get over here, I’m going to ravish you.” He picked up Brazos and dumped him on the bed. When Brazos got the full view of Daughtry up close he nearly gasped. “My lord Jesus.”
“What?” Daughtry asked.
“You’re just..um… a nice looking criminal, Mr. Daughtry. And endowed. I don’t think I can take you, cowboy.”
“Well, we have a whole bar of beeswax. It’ll fit.”
Brazos couldn’t think of a thing to say, as Daughtry looked so cocky and sure of himself. Daughtry was also already undoing his pants. There was something thrilling about getting into bed with a criminal. Isn’t that what we people came out West for? Adventure? Thrills? No rules, just living. Brazos thought that maybe he should join Daughtry. Maybe being a criminal was just carrying on the family tradition…
Daughtry started to kiss his neck and rub his swelling cock against his hip, and Brazos decided any rational decision making could come later. It had been a such a long time since a man came through that sought his flesh after all.

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Captions are fictional. This takes place the “cowboy” era of the mid/late 20th century in the Western US.

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Today’s alright….so far….

Jobe has a cigarette in the patio outside the hotel room. He came into town for the horse auction, but in the evening there was nothing to do. There was a hot guy walking around the hotel in that morning, but he was nowhere to be found when Jobe went down for dinner. After a period of digestion, Jobe decided it was too warm in his room, and it made sense to go for a swim. He was not expecting to see that man, the hottest man in the hotel, reading in a lounge chair. Fuck.

The cigarette was supposed to calm his nerves, but every time he glanced at that guy’s direction he got the jitters again. It was unlikely to go away. He was so hot. Just a slab of American beef. Shoulda been auctioned with the horses. Woulda gone for more, definitely.

Jobe exhaled and put out his cigarette stub. He strode into the pool with his Wyoming-bred swagger. He walked over the chair next to Hot Guy.

“Pardon. Mind if I set my hat here or are you waitin’ for someone?”

The man looked up from the book and startled slightly. “Ah, it’s you!”

Jobe blinked. “Me?”

“Yeah, I was behind you a bit in the line to check-in yesterday. I overheard you say you live in Boulander. I grew up in Arrow Bend.”

“Ah, that’s the next town over! What are the odds. You still live in Wyoming?”

“Sure do. About an hour from Casper.”

Jobe felt his heart race when he saw the man’s eyes flicker to his crotch. “Man what the odds. Are you here for the auction?”

“Sure am.”

“Me too.”

“Maybe we can be friends,” the man purred.

Jobe shifted on his feet. “I’d like that.”

“Well go for your swim, let’s talk after I finish my book.”

Before Jobe to could stop himself, he blurted out, “Maybe we could go back to my room and have a nightcap.”

A deep smirk appeared on the man’s face. “I’d like that.”

Jobe’s head spun. He realized he was getting an erection and turned away. “Good. Let’s talk later cowboy.” Jobe could have sworn he heard the man groan. He was relieved the pool was cold.

Later that evening, they made it through one shot of bourbon before tensions boiled over. Jobe was thrown to the bed and ridden like a stallion. He hadn’t realized how badly he needed a fuck, but as the stress of work and travel melted away, Jobe had a feeling the stranger wouldn’t be spending much time in his own room for the duration of the trip.

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I was exploring the barn when I saw him. I froze in my tracks and gawked at the gorgeous cowboy reclining against a fence.

“So you’re the new cocksucker?”
“What?” I stammer, my jaw dropping. How did he know about that! I had sucked one cock at a bar a mere hour ago.
He smirks. His dark piercing gaze has me pinned in place. “Word travels fast in a small town. We may be old fashioned but we know how to appreciate a good male cock sucker around here. Especially since our last one was claimed by a bullrider from Oklahoma. Been without for a while now. I was sure pleased to hear you’d be workin’ at this here horse ranch.”

“Um,” I stammer. His lush, velvety voice with that slow-as-molasses drawl is very distracting, both upstairs and downstairs.
“You like suckin cock boy?” he asks.
“Yes,” I admit, scratching the back of my neck. ‘Yes’ is an understatement. The headspace I go to when I’m on my knees nursing their erections is my drug.

“Good. Now go pack the bag I left on your bed. No shorts, bring a sweater for night. I gotta go spend three days inspecting the perimeter of the property, checkin’ fences and all. Mighty lonely work.”
“And this is the company you want?”
“You bet your ass I do. Now, go pack. I saddled up a mare for you. Eleanor and I will wait.”

My gaze drifts from ogling his sculpted torso to the beautiful horse by his side – pure silk and muscle. Three days of riding through the brush, stripping nude and enjoying hedonistic pleasures at night? I swallow, and give a polite nod before running off to go pack. I’ll get his name later.

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Text is fictional. The model’s name is Alex and this was shot for Portal Gay de Barcelona. More pictures here.