From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Ranch Hand (Mb, gay)
Date: 24 Apr 1996 22:34:24 GMT

				Ranch

	When I was growing up, my family lived on a ranch where there
was always a great deal of work to do. I always enjoyed my chores,
although both of my brothers could hardly wait to grow up and move
away from the ranch. Neither of them seemed attracted to that way of
life. But all of us pitched in, and our spread was one the whole
family could be proud of.

	Then, when I was sixteen, my father died. For awhile, it
looked like we would have to sell the ranch. Both of my brothers had
left home and were in college. I was still in high school, and with
only Mom and myself, we never had enough time to get all the work
done. She thought we should sell out and move to the city, but I kept
arguing and pleading with her. I hated the idea that we might have to
give up the family homestead. Mom felt the same way I did, I think,
because eventually she let herself be talked into hiring a man to help
us with the chores.

	His name was Derek and he was twenty-four years old. He worked
a long and hard day, always being quietly efficient and always knowing
what to do next without having to be told. He was as country-oriented
as I was, and loved ranching. Mom quickly learned she could really
count on him, and soon she stopped thinking about selling the ranch.
Meanwhile, I grew closer to Derek than I had ever been to my real
brothers.

	For the first few weeks, Derek lived in the tack room of the
stable. But soon we came to feel so much like family that it only
seemed natural to invite him to live in the house with Mom and me.
Besides, summer was coming and the house was air conditioned. The tack
room was not. So Derek moved his things into my room, making me feel
like I had a new brother to share things with.

	From the first, Derek presented himself as a person who was
sure of himself. He never hesitated, he never looked self-conscious,
he never wavered in indecision, and he managed this self-control with
one of the mildest attitudes I had ever seen. Derek was shy. But he
was also bold. He taught me a great deal.

	The first night he spent in my room was a revelation in
itself. I was bent over my desk, doing homework when he walked in,
fresh from the shower. He was wearing his towel around his waist and
his chestnut brown hair was still dripping onto his shoulders. I
looked up, nodded, and went back to work.

	"What are you writing, Steven?" he asked in that soft voice of
his.

	"Just a paper that's not very interesting."

	"What do you mean `not very interesting'? What's it about?"
And he walked over to stand at my shoulder, reading over it. He read
silently until he noticed that his hair was dripping on me.

	"Sorry about that, kid," he said, taking the towel from around
his waist and drying his hair more thoroughly while continuing to
read.

	The proximity of his nakedness made me really uncomfortable.
Knowing he was standing only inches away, I took pains not to look up
at him. I bent lower over my work. He probably sensed my discomfort,
because he moved away and lay on his bed. After a few minutes he spoke
again. "Steven?"

	I swiveled in my chair to face him.

	"Are you going to take over the ranch next year or are you
going to school?" It was a subject I had thought about for so many
weeks. It deserved a good honest answer. But all I could think of at
the moment was the fact that he still hadn't put on any clothes. I was
careful not to look him in the eye, but my peripheral vision took in
his whole body - a great muscular tanned form lying on its back with a
head propped up a pillow.

	"I want to stay here, and Mom needs the help," I managed to
say, "but the teachers and counselor at school think I shouldn't put
off taking a degree." He nodded understanding. "Besides, if I don't
take the scholarship next year, I don't know if they'll offer it to me
again."

	"Yeah, it's tough trying to decide." While we talked on, his
eyes would move here and there, always returning to mine to make a
point or listen closely to what I was saying. But my eyes stayed on
his face. I think he noticed this and figured out the problem.

	"Tell me something, Steven. Does it bother you, my not wearing
a robe or something?"

	"Of course not!" I think my face must have reddened, but my
eyes stayed glued to his. "I've been in gym classes all my life. Why
should it matter?" I feigned nonchalance. What I didn't tell him was
that my brothers and I had never been naked around one another. I had
never seen my father undressed. I never even saw my mother in a
nightgown. His nudity was a shock to me. But I tried hard to appear
cool.

	"I usually sleep in pajamas," I cracked. "Is that going to
bother you?"

	"I'll get used to it." He smiled a warm smile. "Good night,
Steven. Thanks for sharing your room with me." He pulled the sheet
over himself, turned out the bedside light and rolled on his side to
sleep. I went back to work.

	That set the pattern of our nighttime conversations. We would
always discuss my future and what I thought I wanted out of life.
Somehow, during these talks, Derek became my idol. He never said
anything profound or did anything superhuman, but the quiet
consistency of his work and his ever-smiling attitude became
attributes that I wanted to acquire. I even became easy with his
nudity. As the days progressed, I felt comfortable enough to let my
gaze wander over him as he lay prone on the bed. His physique was
really remarkable and I'm sure, added to my hero worship. The long
hours working at ranch routine gave him muscular arms and a powerful
chest. His waist was thin, and his stomach had a washboard effect. He
had long legs with especially strong thighs from many hours in the
saddle. All in all, it was a body I could wish for myself.

	Derek never seemed to mind that I spent long moments looking
at his body. Most of the time he didn't seem to notice. And when he
did, it was just in passing and he never called my attention to it by
word or glance. Ours was a nice easygoing relationship.

	I did feel like a voyeur every morning, however. I would
always wake ahead of Derek and the alarm clock. In the first light of
the sun, I would lie in bed and watch him sleep. He slept in every
possible position. And every morning, without fail, he had a huge
erection.

	I had never seen a man's erection before. Except my own, of
course. Derek was built much bigger than me, and the sight of his
cock, erect and bobbing in pendulous hugeness, always filled me with
sort of a vague envy as well as a vaguer stimulation. Sometimes I got
hard just looking at him.

	One morning I awoke to find Derek lying on his back, sprawled
half off the bed with his top sheet strewn off the footboard. His cock
was stretching and waving toward the ceiling. I had awakened with a
hard-on of my own, and found myself grinding it between my stomach and
the mattress, looking at his body across the room. Unthinking and not
fully conscious, I continued rubbing against the sheet until I was
very near coming. Then I saw that he was awake and watching me. I
froze. Our eyes met. I hopped off the bed and aimed for the door to
the hallway bathroom. He hopped up at the same time and grinned.

	"Good morning. I see you woke with the same idea I did." And
he gestured toward my pajama bottoms, which were tenting outward. He
quickly stepped into a pair of underwear and jammed his erection into
it. Wrapping a towel around his waist - I'm sure for my mother's
benefit, in case she was up - he pretended to wrestle me toward the
door.

	"I'll race you for the cold shower." And he half raced and
half pushed me down the hall to the bathroom, both of us laughing and
feeling good.

	"You go ahead first," he said as he closed the bathroom door
behind us. "I'll shave." He turned to the sink and started getting
out the lather, blade, and so on. I stripped of my pajamas and got in
the shower. I always a take hot shower, no matter what. I did that
morning too. As the steam started to fill his shaving mirror, he
called to me.

	"Hey, I though you needed a *cold* shower." And he laughed. I
could hear the squeaking as he rubbed the mirror. I lathered all over
and looked down at myself. My erection had softened a little.

	"Hey yourself," I called, "I thought you needed a cold
shower." I splashed water over the curtain at him. Before I knew what
had happened, a hand came through the curtain and turned the water
setting to the coldest temperature. I howled and grabbed at the faucet
with one hand and at his hand with the other. We fought with the
faucet until the curtain was half-open and water was all over the
floor. As we wrestled, I got him into a headlock and forced his face
under the shower's stream. He was laughing.

	"I give up. I give up," he said gasping. With that, he stepped
into the bathtub and closed the curtain, straightening up under the
gush of water. I had released my hold on him and my arms were sort of
sliding down from around his neck. He was still wearing his underwear,
now soaked, but by his closeness I could feel that his erection had
not subsided at all. It pulsed against mine. I dropped my arms and
moved a step away from him. Derek turned into the spray of water and
stripped off his jockey shorts.

	"I guess I don't need these in here," he laughed. As he stood
with his back to me, I looked closely at his muscles, his tan line,
the smooth roundness of his ass. I wanted to touch him badly. Without
turning around, Derek spoke.

	"Wash my back?" he asked in a low voice. I hesitated and then
reached for the soap. Working up a lather, I stroked his shoulders and
the backs of his arms, his strong shoulder blades and the small of his
back. There I stopped. I let my hadn't rest at his waist and slowly I
leaned my forehead in against his neck.

	"Don't stop, Steven," he murmured as the water splashed down
about our heads. "Keep going. It feels good."

	I worked my hand slowly down to his hips, rubbing in small
circles. He twisted his head to speak right into my ear.

	"You've wanted to touch me for a long time. It's okay." At
those words I felt something release inside of me. I knew what I
wanted and I knew that what I wanted was really okay.

	I let one hand move around to Derek's stomach, circling just
above his pubic hair. My other hand circled onto his ass an felt the
hard muscles packed into those orbs. My hand drew the line of the fold
in his ass many times, working deeper and deeper with every pass,
until my hand was reaching between his legs, tickling the bag that
contained his testicles. Derek moved his legs, spreading them.

	I responded, pressing my stomach along the length of his side.
Derek put one arm around my waist, as he submitted to my touch and
curiosity. My own cock stretched across Derek's stomach. As one hand
fondled his balls from behind, my other traced the line on the horse
cock stretching out before me. Both of us watched my fingers run up
and down the cock, pressing it this way and that. Then I grasped it,
first exerting pressure and then releasing it. Derek moaned and
closed his eyes.

	I had never felt this for a man before. Never even fantasized
about it. But as both of my hands kept busy massaging and stroking, I
leaned my lips to his cheek and kissed him lightly. He smiled and
moved his head, making my next peck an off-center mouth-to-mouth. I
leaned forward an inch more and we kissed for real.

	As the water splashed about our bodies, our arms brought us
into an embrace. Our erect cocks were pressed between our bellies. We
kissed deeply and ground our stomachs together, breathing heavily.
Hands found asses. Tongues found tonsils. Cocks found stimulation
until we both shuddered in orgasm almost simultaneously, clutching at
each other's bodies there in the shower.

	It took several moments for us to recover. Smiling broad
smiles of contentment, we splashed each other's stomachs and hurried
to complete our showers and shaves. We could smell breakfast waiting.

	Derek and I settled into a routine of sex. Almost every night
we would discover and re-discover each other's bodies. And he would
let me look and touch, to my heart's content, even when neither of us
was really in the mood for a heavy session. When summer came and I was
out of school, Derek and I found lots of time to explore each other
out of doors. I'll never forget the first day I ever tried oral sex.

	We'd been herding a few strays back into their pasture and had
finally completed the task. Derek suggested a quick dip in the pond
before we went back to the house for supper. Under the blue of a clear
sky, we tethered the horses and exhilarating in the feel of the breeze
on our naked skin. As always, just seeing him excited me. Watching him
stretch his legs and arms, bending this way and that. my cock grew
erect immediately. He noticed and smiled. We walked down to the pond
and dove in. After a few minutes of energetic swimming, we both
settled on a little grassy area nearby.

	Derek stretched out on his stomach and I lay on my side next
to him. I stroked his back from his neck to his thighs several times
before he responded by gyrating his hips slightly. Then he turned over
to expose his fully aroused cock. I' put my head on Derek's stomach
and watched my hand at close range as It played with that giant
tumescence - probing, stroking and teasing.

	"Use your tongue on me, Steven," Derek said. The tone made it
a request. I continued playing with his cock, thinking. Then I shifted
a little closer and let my tongue play out and lick the very tip of
his cock. Mmmmmm, I couldn't tell what I was smelling or what I was
tasting, but I knew I liked it. I let my tongue lick around the
blood-engorged head.

	Derek moaned and his hips began a gentle rocking motion.
Trying it out, I rose above him and let the end of his cock find its
way into my mouth. He rocked and moved it slowly in and out, while I
balanced above, accommodating his movements as best I could.

	Almost immediately he pulled my head away from his cock. I
could see he was about to come. Instinctively, I pulled my head free
from his hand and went down on his cock as far as I could go, sucking
his cum in spurts. Derek gasped, his legs spasmed, and his hands
grasped my head to him as he climaxed more powerfully than I had ever
seen him do before. And so Derek and I added a new element to our
lovemaking, as eventually we added so many others.