The Lazy S Ranch
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I'm in the kitchen washing dishes, my back to the door. Suddenly I feel a hand grab and squeeze my ass then I feel hot breath on my neck. "Mmmm...you must be John's friend," a voice whispers in my ears. Knowing it wasn't my lover John, I turned around and went to push him away, but before I could, John's off-again, on-again jerk of a boyfriend quickly embraced me and slammed his face against mine, pushing his tongue down my throat and locking my lips with his. I felt one hand feel up my backside, then under my short mini-dress and into my butthole, I feel the other one reach up the front of my dress and grope my then hard shaved-smooth cock, my boyclitty. "I see why John likes you," John's boyfriend comments. He lifts my dress up, then turns me around and pulls down my panties, now my ass is bare and exposed to him.
As I look at the dishes in front of me, I feel him shove his cock into my ass, into my boypussy quickly and hard as fuck. So fast and hard, in fact, it hurt and I let out a yell. "Shut up, slut!" The guy commanded. And he started fucking me, shoving his dick in and out, in and out, rhythmically, going up, up, up...getting deeper each time. So fast, so hard, so deep...he was hitting my inner wall and I feared about to puncture my bowels, the pain bringing tears to my eyes. Meanwhile, my hard cock started leaking pre-cum all over the freshly washed dishes sitting in the dishwasher below me.
A few minutes of this......of pain, of being told to shut up and take it, until finally John's boyfriend stopped, his dick up inside me deep, and he let out a yell of ecstasy, "Agggghhhhhhhh!!!!!!!! Yes!!!!!!!!" Because he didn't use lube, which is partly why it hurt so much, I could feel his cum, his semen, his DNA explode all over my insides. It was warm, wet, and sticky. Meanwhile, I came too, again spewing cum all over the dishes I just washed. John's boyfriend kept his cock inside me for a minute or two, letting all the cum drip out clean in my anal cavity, then wiggled it around before pulling out. "Don't tell John about this," he whispered to me. "It will be just our little secret." He buttoned and zipped up his pants, started whistling, and walked away like a boss. With cum dripping down the back of my legs, the pain throbbing in my rectum, I pulled up my panties, fixed my dress and went back to washing the dishes. After finding some pain-killer, that is.
I met John on the swinger site AdultFriendFinder. He was everything I was looking for: old, in his late 60s, and not rich, but financially stable and independent, owning a ranch that has been in his family for generations. Maybe he could become the Sugar Daddy I am looking for? I am a shaved-smooth bisexual male slut, a sissyboy with my boypussy ready for old men, being the bottom, submissive receiver. I like feeling the hairy, wrinkled chest of an old man against my shaved-smooth boyish one, and John was perfect!
We met up the day after Thanksgiving last year. The night before I spent Thanksgiving dinner with my family in Aliso Viejo, then I drove an hour and a half east to the Riverside County city of Hemet where I was actually hooking up with another one of my lovers, Abel. I got there at about 11 or midnight.
Abel was Hispanic and in his early 50s, but he could pass for 30. I like older men that look their age, plus he was shorter than me, another turn off. Inside his place, we talked, something I hate doing. I'm not a talker and am so nervous and shy when I first meet a guy that all I want to do is jump right to the sex, I can't carry on a conversation. Finally, we were in Abel's bed and took turns sucking and stroking each other's dicks. Once he laid on his back and asked "Want to ride my cock?" I sat on his lap and balls, his big, hard cock entering my crack. I could feel the sticky pre-cum against the hair in my butthole. Then we decided that he would fuck me missionary style, face to face, my legs spread, resting upon his shoulders while he inserted his cock into me. Sadly, he wore a condom. I like bareback, to me the special part of intercourse is knowing a piece of your lover, their sperm, their DNA is now a part of you, but I also don't blame a guy for being careful. He went in and out, in and out, wiggling it around and hitting my p-spot. I saw the look on his face when he came, "Oh, fuck!" he yelled joyfully. Because of the condom, I sadly couldn't feel his semen. Meanwhile, my cock, then hard as a rock and standing as tall as the Washington Monument, also spewed cum all over.
After washing up. Abel turned off the lights and we spooned and cuddled with each other until we fell asleep. I could feel him, thinking I was fast asleep, at times groping me, my ass, my cock, my balls....each time his hands would surprise me I secretly smiled. In the morning we ate breakfast and I left. Now it was Friday after Thanksgiving, and I was now going to see my lover John on his ranch.
Outside Abel's place in the car, I texted John who replied it was too early, he wasn't ready. So i drove to the nearest Carl's Jr. and ate more breakfast. After about a half hour, I decided to drive over to John's ranch. It was a ways out of town, out in the countryside, in a very rural, quiet part of Riverside County and up on hill. I enjoy both the city and the country, so really appreciated the rural, natural scenery. On the road he was supposed to live on there were very few ranch homes, and I saw no one around, meanwhile my cell phone died. All I could remember was John's address and how to get back to the freeway. As long as my car didn't also die, didn't break down, I would be fine.
I saw what looked like John's address on some mailboxes out front of a long dirt driveway, so i took it up to where it ended at a sprawling, one-story ranch home. I boldly walked up to the front door and knocked. When I got no answer I started to walk away when John appeared. "You found me," he proclaimed almost surprisingly. He later explained that some people can't find his place so just leave, like I almost did. He was White, shorter than me, smooth, almost bald, and, again, in his late 60s. And he was very, very gay. He wanted to chat first, again something I hate doing and I didn't have much to say. Finally we went to his bedroom.
His home was decorated and furnished with souvenirs, portraits and pictures, statues, and such, all with a country-western and ranching theme. There were black and white photos of his family taken a hundred years ago. The sunlight poured in even through the d****s on his bedroom's windows. "Get naked," he suggested. We both undressed. I usually like undressing each other in the heat of passion, in the middle of making out, of hugging, kissing, and groping each other. But oh well. John explained that at his age it was hard to get and keep an erection. I said I don't mind. First he was on top of me, missionary-style, kissing me all over, and his arms were around me.....he was so close, so tight against me, we were almost one person. He groped my hard cock.
He then got down and started sucking it. After a few minutes, I warned him that I was about to cum, he said to go ahead, and when I did he swallowed all of it. He even licked up the few drops that got out and onto my belly button. "I don't need breakfast now," he said. "You cum a lot!" A comment I am now used to hearing. "That's the first time I swallowed anyone's cum in a long time," he said, "I don't do that for everyone." He then asked me to top him, and turned around. At this time I never topped anybody, never gave anal sex, only received, and I didn't know much of what i was doing, but tried my hardest. It just wouldn't take. He tried to fuck my ass, but John couldn't get an erection.
The phone rang and John answered it. He had to take the call, he explained, and got into a very long conversation with a friend who was on the other side. Meanwhile I was laying on his bed butt-naked, exposed to all, for almost a half hour while he was on the phone. Yet i felt very comfortable and safe and enjoyed just being naked with somebody. Once the phone call was over, John told me he had a boyfriend. Well, sort of. His live-in boyfriend would disappear for days, even weeks at time and be very dismissive when he was home. John said his boyfriend soon confessed he was bisexual and was secretly married to a woman, and that is where he spends most of his time. John's boyfriend could treat him like a real jerk sometimes. I didn't know why he put up with it. Real love? Maybe his boyfriend pays rent or half the mortgage? Or maybe is even a part owner of the ranch? I never found out.
Loving ranches and the country lifestyle as I do, my parents even once owning one with horses for awhile, I asked John to show me his property. He took me on a tour of the ranch, once we put our clothes back on of course, and showed me his horses and pigs. He showed me the view from his property to the semi-arid red and brown-colored mountains, the semi-rural but brown, due to lack of water, valley, where there were many horse and cattle ranches. The recently-developed suburban sprawl of the city of Hemet wasn't far beyond. I was blown away by the beauty and peace of it all. I started fantasizing about living with John.
I left, noting how the traffic heading south back to San Diego on the I-15 was busy, but not a parking lot, being the Friday after Thanksgiving. I predicted that most people would travel home on Sunday or even Monday.
At home, I again fantasized about living with john on his ranch. i could rent a room. Or just move in as his lover. It would have to be a secret though, as none of my friends and family know about any of this, so I would need my own room despite the fact that I would be sleeping with John most nights. Or I could be a live-in ranch hand. I'd feed his horses and pigs, clean the stalls, take out the trash, keep the inside of the home clean, all that. And he would pay me a salary...and fuck me every night. To live on ranch out in the quiet, peaceful countryside was very appealing, but I have too much of a life, and know too many people, to give it up and move away from San Diego.
I also ran scenarios in my head of what the first time would be like when i would run into his on-again, off-again live in-jerk of a boyfriend. I'm in the kitchen washing dishes, my back to the door. Suddenly I feel a hand grab and squeeze my ass then I feel hot breath on my neck."Mmmm...you must be John's friend," a voice whispers in my ears. Knowing it wasn't my lover John, I turned around and went to push him away, but before I could, John's off-again, on-again jerk of a boyfriend quickly embraced me and slammed his face against mine, pushing his tongue down my throat and locking my lips with his. I felt one hand feel up my backside, then under my short mini-dress and into my butthole, I feel the other one reach up the front of my dress and grope my then hard shaved-smooth cock, my boyclitty. "I see why John likes you," John's boyfriend comments. He lifts my dress up, then turns me around and pulls down my panties, now my ass is bare and exposed to him.
As I look at the dishes in front of me, I feel him shove his cock into my ass, into my boypussy quickly and hard as fuck. So fast and hard, in fact, it hurt and I let out a yell. "Shut up, slut!" The guy commanded. And he started fucking me, shoving his dick in and out, in and out, rhythmically, going up, up, up...getting deeper each time. So fast, so hard, so deep...he was hitting my inner wall and I feared about to puncture my bowels, the pain bringing tears to my eyes. Meanwhile, my hard cock started leaking pre-cum all over the freshly washed dishes sitting in the dishwasher below me.
A few minutes of this......of pain, of being told to shut up and take it, until finally John's boyfriend stopped, his dick up inside me deep, and he let out a yell of ecstasy, "Agggghhhhhhhh!!!!!!!! Yes!!!!!!!!" Because he didn't use lube, which is partly why it hurt so much, I could feel his cum, his semen, his DNA explode all over my insides. It was warm, wet, and sticky. Meanwhile, I came too, again spewing cum all over the dishes I just washed. John's boyfriend kept his cock inside me for a minute or two, letting all the cum drip out clean in my anal cavity, then wiggled it around before pulling out. "Don't tell John about this," he whispered to me. "It will be just our little secret." He buttoned and zipped up his pants, started whistling, and walked away like a boss. With cum dripping down the back of my legs, the pain throbbing in my rectum, I pulled up my panties, fixed my dress and went back to washing the dishes. After finding some pain-killer, that is.
After that, John's boyfriend would fuck me behind his back on a regular basis. I knew he wasn't doing it for the sex, he wasn't doing it, fucking me, to make me feel good, why it hurt so much, or even to make himself feel good. It was all about the v******e and the revenge: getting back at John. Being a jerk to John. He just couldn't let John, his so-called "boyfriend," have anything of his own, least of all a friend and fuck buddy like me, and so would conquer and possess me just to prove he could. Yet John knows I am a slut and like to sleep around, so would he really be so upset if he found out about us? Or maybe because this guy has been his so-called "boyfriend" for so long he would consider it a betrayal? Either way, I would pervertedly feel kinky and exhilarated, feel special and desired, to be part of a love triangle. It sounds mean, I know. But this part of this story is all just fantasy.
The real part, fucking with Abel and John, was all very fun and I hope I can do it again. And I am a male slut and whore, so who will fuck me next? Will it be you?
Leela
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