Git a Lo-o-o-ong Little Dogie

How ya gona keep 'em down on the farm?
Let me tell you, pardner!

I'm allergic to hay. Now that's a stupid thing for a wrangler. I can breath around it. I just shouldn't be wresting around in it, like I was, without a stitch of clothes on. We we in the loft, all sweaty and peppered with that damn dust. I was already prickly from the strands of straw that were stuck to my back, my legs, nearly everywhere. And tingly, too. 'Though that had nothing to do with the hay. I was tingling 'cause of the youngster I wa tussling with. For a city dude he was in pretty good shape. I'd have him whipped into prime condition before the sumer was over. Right now though I was testing his reflexes. They were pretty swift. I mean, I just got a hand on his butt and it started surging into the air. So, I took it he had no objections to my plans.

I did a little spit and polish on that young winking ass hole with one hand while I dug in the nearby pile of clothes for a rubber. The kid was whining and twitching that ass against my hand. Hell, I'd known those tight little buns were ready for taking when he unfolded himself out of the station wagon yesterday afternoon -- all dolled up in pseudo-cowboy duds.

If he hadn't been so fucking cute I'd have laughed at his display. Oh ho. Eager pup. There he goes telling me how to do my business. Well he was going to find out that I know a lot more about bronco busting and tail riding than he'd ever seen -- or felt -- in his few years. Figured I'd see if he could take as good as he talked. Leaned over and hacked a gob right on target. Grabbing a tight reign on those white hips, I bore in. That little floppy latex tip mashed flat between my peter's hot head and Ronny's wet waiting hole. I eased down. The little slut humped up, hard. Splunk!! My dick head was swallowed, gulped in. This ass might look virgin, but it sure as hell didn't act virgin.

Ronny let out a long 'w-o-o-o-o-o' and shoved back again, letting me know he wanted more. I figured I'd show him a thing or two and rammed down hard. I crammed his tight butt hole full, shoving in. I heard that rubber plop as it caught then hit the spit and slid to catch up with my plunging prick. Ronny let out a yelp and then a happy 'oh, yea' that he kept repeating over and over as I plugged that hole with everything I had to give him.

I started a slow lifting surge, ever so often pushing left or right as I cruised in. My legs, buried in the hay were itching like mad. But, I didn't care. I was grunting, sweating. The cool evening breezes were just starting to whip through the loft, trying to reduce my fever. It wasn't possible. We were joined and straining, hot thrusting dick meeting and making love to an equally hot squirming ass. Ronny wasn't telling me what to do or how to do in anymore. He was just shivering and groaning under my prodding. Guttural grunts and happy hums matching the tempo of my thighs slapping on his buttocks filled the air.

I laid in across his back. Reaching under his quivering, bucking hips I found him busy tugging on his cock. I helped him along, grasping a handful of young gonads and fondling them. Above them I could feel the heat where my hard flesh was shafting into him. That hollow under his balls up to his ass hole was slick with sweat. I massaged it, matching his hand action and the pulsing, pounding of our coupling. He began to shudder, letting out a cry, announcing he was going to cum. I grapped his hips hard, went to fucking with a wildness that rapidly eased me into my own climax.

His body tensed and quivered. I felt the gushing release pour from within me. My balls constricted. My cock grew even more rigid. I heard Ronny yell and I joined in, wailing as I ejaculated. He warmth clamped tight along every inch of my still but cum pumping prick. His juices slimed our hands, dripping off into the straw.

We lay, panting, moaning low, touching lightly. I was on fire with the prickling of the hay, unable to relax and enjoy the euphoria that filled me. I grabbed my shirt and toweled it across my back. It felt almost as good as fucking Ronny. Almost. I urged him up. We slipped on our jeans and raced across the barnyard to my cabin. We showered together. Ronny couldn't believe my back.

Ronny was a gentle nurse, smearing and then softly rubbing in the prescription cream I had to use when I screwed up -- or screwed around -- with hay. He could have laughed at my condition. He didn't. Didn't remind me that I was the one that started that sex scene in the loft. Decent kid.

I was sore but functional the next day. Ronny was full of questions about wrangling and horses at breakfast. He declared he was going to learn. The Boss gave me a look. We had an agreement. I did my job. He didn't check on who I entertained after hours. He looked at Ronny and then back at me and shook his head. The Boss was always surprised at which guests ended up as my conquests.

That day Ronny drove me crazy. He was full of infernal questions about why, how, when. He tried helping but botched almost everything he did, even just simple stuff like hanging up bridles. He was all thumbs and too eager. And talk. The kid just wouldn't shut the fuck up. When I couldn't take another round of questions, I grabbed Ronny and backed him into any empty stall. I shut him up the only way I knew would work. With my mouth clamped tight over his, he finally shut up. I came up for air and he was off again. This time it was all about how we had better cool it, or head for the cabin, he didn't want to see me all swollen and red again -- bla, bla, bla.

I wrapped him in my arms and stuck my tongue down his throat. That shut him up again. When he started humping on the leg I had wedged between his, I figured maybe he was more interested in action, less in words. I quizzed him, licking around and into that pink ear. Wonders of wonders, he just nodded, and clung tighter, shuddering in anticipation. We (mostly me) had finished the morning chores. I called the lodge and told the Boss we would take lunch in my cabin, not to expect us. He made a crack about being sorry that foot longs weren't on the menu and hoped I'd not overeat. Told me there was a new mount he wanted checked that afternoon at the Creek Crest Ranch. I told him I had a new mount of my own to work on but wouldn't let it interfere. He chuckled, hung up. I turned to find Ronny looking at me, fear and disbelief furrowing his brow.

Then he was off again. Had the Boss always known? Had I ever made it with the Boss? Bla, bla, bla. I dumped him on the bed and stuffed his mouth with my tongue again. When he stopped struggling and started squirming sensually, I eased up. He lay there, panting. I undid his work boots, unbuttoned his shirt and wiggled him out of it. He reached out and started popping the snaps on my shirt.

We were naked and caressing. I shifted beside him, heading for that young meat, presenting him with a face full of hot stiff wrangler cock. When I started sucking his balls, Ronny started up again. He was all full of worry about choking, sucking cum into his lungs. I eased myself overhead and caught him with his mouth open and slammed in. That shut the youngster up. Could be he'd never sucked a dick before. If not, he adjusted quickly.

Ronny got his arms tight around me, letting me shove down into that eager hole. He got his lips over his front teeth and was devouring my meat with gusto. I wasn't doing so bad now myself, having wiggled back around to feast on that rod of his. He butt was clinching and shoving up every time I slid my mouth down that pole. I felt the soft mushy stiffness of his dickhead rubbing at the back of my mouth. I shoved down and swallowed. That kid convulsed like a snake had crawled up his ass and gave a shout that I thought was impossible with my dick blocking his airway. We rolled on our sides. He shoved my legs wide and dove for the jewels. Ronny was turning into a fantasticly filthy little slut.

I was getting close, so I crawled up and hunched over Ronny, knees in his armpits. I was grunting and fucking his face with gusto. His head was bobbing like a damn eaglet. He opening wide and swallowing the wiggly worm that hung there tempting him sucking that prick deep into his gullet. My head started snapping left and right. I could feel myself pulsing, growing harder, filling that wet hole. My thighs were trembling under the light touch of his fingers. He reached back and grabbed two handfuls of my ass cheeks and flexed his arms, driving me forward, driving me deep, driving me over the edge. I was buried, scrubbing my dickhairs on his nose.

Shouting, squirming I backed off and shot my load right into that luscious mouth. I let it fly. Four hot bursts threatened to drown Ronny in cum. He slurped it up. I was lost, my heart beat thundering in my ears.

We weren't through. As I lay there, moaning,, Ronny lifted up beside me and let that cum start dribbling out of his mouth -- on my chest and then down. Squatting between my legs he slicked me up with my own juices and brought me erect again, quicker than I thought possible. He rubbed my wetness into my chest, pinching my slick nipples, poking a finger into the puddle he left in my belly button. Then he lifted up, grinning a sly and evil grin, and deftly impaled himself on my cock. I almost exploded as he worked himself down, swiveling those hips, holding me stiff, stuffing me inside.

Then he was riding me, twisting those precious lips into a snarl as he shoved down. His nose wrinkled when he hunched over and twitched that tight little ass. I was struggling beneath him to drive myself up. My fingers clawed on his sweaty thighs. I found myself begging him to go faster, trembling with renewed desire. He shoved down and then tensed, holding still, watching me squirm and plead for him to resume. He clinched his butt, tightening its grip on my cock, lifting up. He let us both revel in the sliding tingly feeling. Leaning over he searched my face, asked me if everything was O.K. Ronny stuck out his tongue, winked. I cursed him. I dug my fingers into his side, reached up and fiercely grasped and twisted on the erect nub of a reddish brown nipple. He screeched, began pumping his ass. I eased off the pressure.

Now I was wanting more. I gave a giant heave and tumbled him across the bed. Ronny yelped in protest. I pulled his legs up and wishboned them and plunged back in. Now I controlled the pace. Pistoning steadily I pounding into him. Grunting, I listened to him whine. I felt my climax building. He was busy jacking on his own hard prick. His mouth was open, hot air and wild grunts rushing out with each of my stabs. I grew flush. My skin was burning, no hay reaction, just hot lust. I growled and shoved. Deep in Ronny's darkness I felt my cum gush forth. He tensed below me and then yelled he was cumming too. His body clamped tight, muscles constricting, milking me. We were straining against each other, yelling, cumming, twitching. Cum splattered from his whipping cock. I gave a final thrust and collapsed, sliding down, smearing us with his hot juice. Ronny's legs and arms locked around me, squeezing, holding me tight.

We showered, grabbed two candy bars and drank milk from the jug for lunch. Ronny was fairly quiet that afternoon. He started learning, quit talking. By the end of the summer he had some meat on his bones. I got the Boss to hire him as a stable hand, when he told me he wanted to stick around. Damn it all, we are a good team -- in and out of bed. He's still here, ain't he? Going to the local community college for extension classes from State. He's learning about agri-business, says we should to be saving up for our own place. Says there's a market. Damn little slut still talks too much -- sometimes.