I laid on my bed, sucking in Randy's angular, naked form. I stroked my thick, veiny cock with increasing urgency as I gratefully eyed his muscular shoulders, arms, hairy pecks, and trim, lean waist.

From the time he had hired on at my ranch, I felt a special attraction toward this beefy, six footer. Maybe it was his quiet and lonely nature. Careful as I always had been not to reveal favoritism towards the bunkhouse crew, Randy was strong, yet seemed equally vulnerable. He was drawing me in.

Hesitating, the way he did between words, one might well conclude that Randy was just 'dull'. His steel blue eyes, however, absorbed me with their sureness and coolness. 'He knows himself', I thought. I eyed him longlingly, enjoying the opportunities I had to explore the flacid bulge of his package and, once in a while, patting him on his muscular ass. He neither objected to my watchful eyes or my stern pats.

As weeks passed, I became increasingly aware that he did not mix with the other ranch-hands. He got along, okay, but wondered off, most of the time, walking by himself, with no particular purpose. Smoking his incessant cigar, Randy took great joy in just watching the horses and cattle lazing around the inner pasture. As he climbed up on the white, railed fence, I'd notice, he'd tighten his muscular ass, thrusting his penis forward, until I thought he got some sensual kind of pleasure of being alone with these great creatures.

He seemed in wonder of them. But, then, anyone who has enjoyed the company of animals knows that their acceptance of life is unconditional and can it be very cathartic, and, yes, the solitude with them, very sensual.

I started the ranch with an inheritance because of my own similar experience. My father had always rejected me and my school years proved to be excruciating. I didn't have the confidence that other guys seemed to have. I envied them and longed to know what made me different. This usually manifested itself in the high school gym showers, where I'd secretly ogle my naked classmates, trying to figure out what made me different. On one occasion, I was showering when a boy, whom I had admired for a year, stepped into the shower in front of me. The configuration of the opposing faucets, permitted me a full view of his five inch flacid cock and sagging balls, that which, up to now, I had only been able to decern through his tight fitting pants when passing in the halls between classes. The view was priceless. I put my head down, pretending to wash my sweaty head as I watched his veiny cock and full, mushroom head hang low above those impressive set of balls. His bush extended from his crotch in a triangular fashion, and a trail of hair extended to his naval expanding once again to his lean pecks. (I imagined us in each others arms). We stood there for what seemed like an eternity. 'Was I watching him? Or, was he watching me?', I asked myself, too self conscious to believe the later. The next day, I saw him walking between classes. His eyes caught mine and mine his, for the briefest of moments. Clasping my balls, I feaverously masturbated that night to release the stress and want for him.

'Why is it that men can't express their affection for each other?' I asked myself this question over and over, eventually moving to the solitude of my ranch. I didn't fit the mold of gays, hanging out in bars, exploiting each other and being exploited. Dying of aids. My solitude with the animals helped my personal conflict for many years. Ranch hands came and went and I had much warmth for many who had taken personal charge of my wonderful animals. But, until now, none had stirred me like that day in the locker room. 'Paul!', I have thought to myself so many times, since then, 'PAUL!!'.

Randy was biting his cigar out of the side of his mouth as I approached the next morning. The sun was bright, the spring weather balmy. His sharp blue eyes fixed on mine as I walked towards him. He smiled, his bright white teeth in my direction. I could see the sun gleam off his tanned skin and soft,curly blonde hair.

"Morn'n... Mr. Mike!", he exclaimed.

"Hey, handsome!", I smiled and answered, always testing him.

"Thanks!", Randy gratefully replied, with his big bright smile again expanding across his face. I moaned quietly to myself.

I could not hold back anymore. Too many memories had awakened my thoughts. After years of lonliness, I sensed Randy was fulfilling some kind of destiny. Thank goodness it was Saturday and the hands were off for the weekend. I could feel out this situation without being intimidated by the their presence. As usual this lonely, young man of twenty, had hung back and stayed at the ranch.

"Mike, I've been thinkin'...and I want to tell you....that, well, I will do anything to stay on...after the cattle sale. I love this place, and...well, I will do ANYTHING to stay on!"

Randy stood erect and faced me now. His words told me all I wanted to know. I looked directly into his blue eyes. I remembered my high school 'friend'. Without a word, I pressed my hand to his bulging crotch and rubbed my fingers gently over his cock and balls. Destiny was being fulfilled.

"I need a job.", Randy blurted.

I moved closer, without complaint from my companion, and whispered, "Randy. You always have a job here. You know that."

Randy looked at me cooly, as if I did not understand what he had said. "No, I need... a blow job!", he stated matter of factly, as he gazed into my eyes.

"There's no one here.", he added, and, "I don't take long to get off."

While my flirtations with him had been ongoing for weeks, I only felt that I got away with it because he was slow and wouldn't share these experiences with the others. I had never imagined that Randy would actually propose that we have sex with each other.

Our breathing mixed.

"Randy, you are a beautiful man!", I panted, breathlessly.

"Thanks.", was his only response, as sincere as it was.

He then reached around my jeans and ran his fingers up the crack of my ass, smiling, his big smile.

I wrapped my arms around his frame and held him like the best friend I had ever known. 'Were we starting to know each other?', I wondered.

"Come over to the main house.", I said, without another moments hesitation.

My knees felt weak, but, I was determined that the time was now.

We neared the house and entered. I led Randy to my bedroom. It was much different from the beds he shared with the hands in the bunk house. From that spartan atmosphere, Randy was entering something entirely new. I could see his eyes take in the surroundings and he became animated in his acceptance of them.

"Is this your.....big bed, ...Mr. Mike?" "What would the guys say...if they could see us now?" Randy seemed delighted to be in such surroundings and under such circumstances. His blue eyes danced with pleasure.

I sat on the thick comforter which smothered my bed. Randy was now in front of me and my heart pounded. I pulled him toward me and pulled his tee shirt over his head. I gazed up at his lightly haired chest and pink, full nipples. Sensing the urgency in his pants, I felt my own cock harden urgently. Randy looked down on me with a knowing expression. The tee shirt hit the floor. I wondered what he knew about being with another man. I had virtually no experience. Just a lifelong desire. As I reached for the button of his pants, his head angled almost teasingly. He proposed this encounter seeming to know the hunger I had felt in my loins for years. Now, we were alone, without the inhibiting factors that had jailed my feelings for my thirty-some years.

Uncertain as I felt, my desires were stronger. I began unzipping his trousers while rubbing my nose against his naval hair. I could smell him! I could smell the tobacco from his relentless cigar in the crotch of his pants as I continued to unzip them. It was musty and smokey down there. My mind was swirling. I was close to the prize. The cock I had always admired through his pants, was excruciatingly close to my realization.

I slid his jeans and boxers down over his muscular, hairy ass, past his hard upper thighs, the shaft of his cock coming into view below a waft of curly blonde bush.

I wanted to think back high school, again. My favorite fantasy was of Paul waiting in the shadows behind the high school building after an football game.

I always worked the concession stand during the home games to get free admission and make some extra money. I hated football. I worked the concession to check out the guys and their adrenoline, only fantasizing being one of them. I found myself always wanting to, and, inevitably, seeing Paul. I'd fill his order, usually a hot dog with mustard. He'd give me a slight wink and disappear into the crowd of fellow students and spectators.

After closing up the concession, I'd walk the darkest path around the school. He was never there. As I walked on, I imagined sinking in front of his cock, staring at the member I remembered from the shower and taking it into my grateful mouth. Oh, how he would have loved it, and I would have loved him. I can still imagine its full eight inch length as he pushed it to the depths of my throat having to be quiet, so very quiet, so not to draw the attention of the other passersby. I think about what it would have smelled like. Probably manly, musty, with sticky semen oozing from its purple head. Paul would have thrust it in me, balls flopping against my chin. He wouldn't have been at all opposed to me dropping my own jeans and masturbating as I licked his hairy column and taking his spurting young cum.

Randy looked down at me. His larged hands moved to my head and steadied my as he slid his limp cock into my mouth. Instinctively, I wrapped my tongue around his shaft, and, as instinctively, he began to thrust it in and out of my throat. At first, he resisted my wondering hands as they creeped up to his hairy chest, but then relented, as his thrusts became steadier; harder!

I wanted him. I wanted all of this pink, eight inch cock in me. I grabbed his ass cheeks in my hungry hands and pulled him as tightly to me as I could. Feeling his muscular thrusts now, I smelled his mustiness with a excitement I had only imagined what it would actually be like to suck a man as I felt his full mushroom head pound at the back of my throat. He penis tasted soft, but felt hard. I was just riding the experience when I felt a peculiar hardness overtake him in my mouth. 'Ahhh', I thought. 'He's finally getting hard'. In the next moments, violent gushes engulfed my mouth and throat. Randy groaned as I gasped, unexpectantly, and attempted to swallow his load. His thrusts became aggressive as he got his rocks off. I licked the overload from the sides of my extended mouth. He cried, "Oooh, that was nice, Mike!".

I rubbed his tight hairy ass with both my hands and watched as he extracted his sticky flacid penis from my mouth.

"Thanks Mr. Mike....that was...goood."

I looked at his beautiful form, shucked my drawers and began masturbating as he posed. Randy is one of these naturally beautiful males, totally unaware, it seems, of what a turn-on he is to other guys. Still, he stood, patiently as I panted, and leared at his form. It was quite an experience for someone who has only fantasized about having a relationship with another man and I decided to make a request of this lover.

"Randy", I instructed, "Lay beside me and let me feel your balls."

He looked at me closely as he walked across the room. Turning his beautiful strong body around, I watched his hairy, muscular ass spread as he sat on the bed next to me, his left arm wrapping itself around my head, he laid back on the bed. My right hand reached over to his hard eggs. My left hand pumped harder and I kneaded his ample nuts remembering my thoughts of Paul and what could have been.

I cock hardened and shot my load like I had never experienced in my life. I called out to Randy, thanking him.

He said, "Eeeeehhhh!, Mr. Mike, I know it must feel good!"

As I slowed my pace, I leaned toward Randy wanting to give him an enormous kiss. His tight lips refused my entrance, but his arms swallowed me up. I leaned to his ear and kissed it. I whispered, "I love you, Randy." Then picking up my head, I could see him smile privately, as if he had his own dream fulfilled.

I closed my eyes and nodded off fulfilled. My dreams had come true. The nigtmare was yet to begin.

Out of my slumber, I felt an uncomfortable and painful feeling in my ass. In the blur of awakening, I became aware of Randy on top of me pressing heavily against my frame. His fingers were deep inside my rectum, twisting; turning relentlessly. He muffled my objections by pushing my head, face down in the pillow and I felt the pain of the rape that was taking place inspite of my most stringent efforts to release myself from his panting hulk. I was smothering while he groped me!

His fingers extricated for a second and he held my shoulders with his hands.

"Randy!", I screamed, "What are you doing?"

Not answering, he coarsely rolled me onto my back, pinning my shoulders back with his hands. I felt a dry object being forced into my mouth. "Ohmmmmmm!", was all I could muffle in resistence.

Randy pried my calves apart as he forced his handsom body between my legs. I looked at his wild eyed expression and felt his slippery cock thrust at the door of my anus. My eyes widened in disbelief. My body shuddered. I was scared and incredulous at what was happening. His hardened penis entered my ass. I could feel his mushroom head enter me. I knew better than to resist, but, the pain was excruciating.

Suddenly, I saw the flash of a metal object angle towards me from his left hand. He was going to kill me!

His cock pumped wildly in my ass as I caught his knife ladden hand by the wrist. His eyes were wild with desire and I could feel his nuts slam against my naked cheeks.

My grip was weakening. 'Randy, oh, Randy!', I lamented, as my mind blurred. My thoughts melted back to Paul. The times we could have had. The.....

I felt the blade cut my side as Randy spasmed violently inside of me. My mind fought the reality. I was going to die.

Suddenly as Randy took me, he removed the sock from my throat. Blood dripped from the flesh wound I had suffered.

"Gee, Mike,... that was... good!" Randy exclaimed, removing his cock from me.

I panted, in my relief, to see his tone return to normal. I looked in Randy's cold blue eyes. He smiled as he took my hand and squeezed it around his hairy balls.

Randy gazed down at me as I took in his manhood. I lowered his pants and shorts lower, transfixed on the sights I had only imagined before.

My own thick cock was straining with desire and my balls were full and wanting. My right hand moved to straighten my throbbing dick. I wondered why Randy hadn't insisted that I remove my clothing by now.

His cock hung five inches flacid. It had a sad pink head with a full furry set of balls pushing it further out making it look like a friendly snake.