The first time I saw Jeff was in high school.
I was on the lacrosse team, which was a big deal at my school. The team had made it to the state championships. We didn’t win, but just making it to the big game was such a big deal in our small Arkansas town that it got us a billboard on the main road leading in and out of it.
I’d seen Jeff at school and around town from time to time.
He was the dad of one of my teammates, JJ, which I guess stands for Jeff junior. JJ was our goalie, and I played left attacker, making me a bit smaller and more compact than the rest, but I was faster then most of the other boys.
“If any one of you can catch Mac, I’ll give you five dollars.”
That’s what my mama told my brothers and sisters when we were younger. When I’d be outside somewhere in the woods behind our house, and it was getting too dark for me to be out there. I was the smallest and youngest brother, making me the biggest target for stray punches around the house. I had no choice but to be the fastest.
My name, Mac, is short for Cormac, a name I hated as a kid. This was back in 1980, right before cable TV became a thing, and going outside was about the only thing there was to do where I lived. Not that I minded. My family lived out in the middle of nowhere, Grassy fields and thick stretches of white oak and hickory were much more common then. Me and my brothers and sisters spent hours outside when we were kids.
So back to Jeff.
He was a forty something year old rancher who owned his own horse farm southwest of the main part of town. I really didn’t see him that often. Mostly at games to watch JJ play. He stood out because he was about the only person in the bleachers who didn’t lose their shit whenever something exciting happened, which went against his rugged, rough neck appearance.
He had a bunch of tattoos all down his arms, legs and neck, all thick and muscled from hard labor and weightlifting. He was a semi-professional bodybuilder in his younger years, then he got married to his wife Claire, had kids, and settled down. It looked like to me he never gave up on staying in shape. He had a big bushy beard and mustache like one of those biker gang members. It was half way between brown and ginger, and his head was shaved, though you could tell he was balding pretty well without the help of a razor.
I remember that a lot of the other parents were intimidated by him. Called him stoic and too standoffish. He hardly ever spoke to anyone, usually just a nod and quiet hello when he showed up to the games. His wife, Claire, was the social one of the pair. They’d sit side by side on the bleachers and she’d chat and chat to the other moms, cheer loudly when a goal happened, then continue on chatting. Jeff would sit and watch in silence most of the game, giving a fist pump to his son whenever he made a good save, or when our team scored. Then at the end of the game he’d stand off to the side alone, waiting for Claire to finish talking with everyone. As I walked past him, back toward the school and the locker room, I can’t tell you how I tried my hardest not to stare at him, But dammit I couldn’t help it.
I was just a horny ass teen, too scared to admit I thought he was the sexiest fucker I’d ever seen in my life.
He’d just stand there, always in one of his plaid shirts with cut off sleeves, showing off his ropey, hairy, muscular, tattooed arms and shoulders. He always wore a beater, showing more of his scraggly body hair on his big chest coming out the top of it. Whenever he did that fist pump I’d see one of his thick nips poking through his shirt, his hairy armpit and tricep stretched out. Then there were his tight, ripped wranglers with the biggest buckle around his waist, sitting right. above a hog of a bulge that he’d scratch sometimes without even thinking.
The fucking hard-ons I’d get thinking about Jeff.
Even when I was with my girlfriend. I'd think about that bulge and the cock, probably as big as one of the horse’s back on his ranch, popping out of them wranglers. And that thick rancher ass, hugged in those jeans, not big, but like two apples. Tight and hard.
I kept sleeping with girls. Trying to prove to myself I liked it. I ended up hooking up with half the girls at school before my girlfriend found out and broke it off with me.
After that, It wasn’t long before I started sleeping with guys on the downlow. It was better then being with girls, but even then, Jeff kept coming to my mind. There was something about him that got me going.
I’d picture Jeff at his ranch, Fucking the shit out of his wife. I couldn’t imagine him fucking another dude. There was something about him destroying a pussy that really turned me on. I could just hear his balls slapping Claire’s boney ass, making her holler as he drilled her senseless. I mean sure, I had a good time with the guys I was fucking around with, more then with girls, but it always got old. They weren’t Jeff.
After high school, I didn’t have much going for me. My grades were shit, and though I was pretty good at lacrosse, there weren’t many colleges giving out lacrosse scholarships those days, and even if they were, I wasn’t good enough to get one.
It was 1986 when I graduated from high school. At nineteen I was older than my classmates. Even as a kid I wasn't all that good in school. I'd been held back in fifth grade when I was ten.
. All the gay boys I’d been fucking had moved away for college. The only place i could get my fix was at a bar fifty miles from my town rumored to cater to faggots, but it had been raided a bunch of times. I’d die before I’d let my parents or anyone find out I liked to screw dudes. Needless to say, I was pretty wayward for the first year or so out of high school.
I didn't care to leave town like some kids. I didn’t know much about anything aside from country life. I tried working at the local grocery store, but got fired after my supervisor caught me getting head from one of the cashier girls. Since I wasn’t making any money and I didn’t get on with my parents anyway, I moved in with one of my older sisters who was married and had a house on the other side of town with a promise I’d get myself together. I fucked that up after she found out I was selling weed out her garage to make money. So I moved in with a cougar bitch named Leona I’d been fucking. She was forty, divorced, and had more stretch marks than a road has cracks. She was also a meth addict, and she let me stay with her as long as I kept supplying her with drugs and orgasms.
You can probably guess where that led me.
A few months of that, and I started getting high with her, then one day she overdosed, and when I called the hospital, the police showed up and that was the end of that.
I was in jail for about a year and six months before I was let out on parole. It was the first place I could fuck a guy and no one seemed to care too much about it. They all figured I was just looking for a hole. Which I was, just for a different reason. Trust me it wasn’t worth it. Jail is the last place you ever want to go.
It was the judge who got me a place at Jeff’s ranch once I got out. I was twenty-one, still young and strong, and just needed some guidance and discipline. I had heard about Jeff hiring kids out of high school to work at his ranch, but I never considered working there myself. Thinking back, I don’t know why I didn’t. I jerked off enough times thinking about him. Why didn’t I try and work for him sooner?
I arrived at the ranch with just a couple pairs of jeans, three old shirts, a worn out pair of boots, a toothbrush, and twenty dollars in my pocket. All I had going for me was my youth, and a strong, compact body, perfect for working outdoors.
It was May, and summer was starting to make itself known. I had been dropped off a mile away from the ranch by bus, and was soaked to the bone with sweat when I got there several miles later, shirtless and panting like a dog. It was JJ that greeted me at the gate, and he drove me in his four wheeler to the ranch house, where I saw Jeff for the first time in almost two years.
All those times I imagined him in my fantasies came back, and my cock swelled up harder than the iron gate that kept the horses in their stables. He came swaggering toward me, his broad, hairy chest out, only covered by a brown leather vest, his abs just as hairy, especially the further down it went toward his belly button and pelvis. His big, tattooed arms strained as he carried a saddle in one and a bucket of water in the other. He wore cutoff jeans that ended half way down his thick thighs, showing off his tattooed, tree trunk calves crammed into cowboy boots. Stuffed between his legs was that softball sized mound, bulging out below his signature belt buckle. He still had the same gingery mustache and beard, and wore a cowboy hat on his head. He was covered in sweat. Gleaming in the sun. He was a true alpha male if I’d ever seen one.
I didn’t even try to hide my hard-on, If he was gonna show off what he had I would too.
“Mac?” He grunted, looking my half naked body up and down appraisingly. “Alright, follow me.” He had a soft spoken drawl, yet there was a gruffness to it. He led me to the house and made me leave my boots out on the porch. Then showed me to my room where I’d be staying, something I wasn’t sure would be happening.
“The judge asked me to keep you on here. Help straighten you out. Says you need some structure and discipline in your life.” This was the most I’d ever heard him speak. I was transfixed by his soft, deep tone. Firm yet gentle, and his body, Goddamn if I didn’t want to pull out my dick and jerk off right then and there just looking at him. He was just a few inches taller than me, but his presence, literally and physically, was large and commanding.
“As long as you follow the rules you can stay. You’ll be working on the ranch. Don’t worry about not knowin much about ranch work. I’ll be teaching you. I’ll pay you a wage you can live on. While you’re here, I want you to listen more than talk. Keep your head down and work hard. That’s all I ask. Got it?”
“Yah.”
“That’s yes sir round here Mac, got it?”
“Yes sir.” I said.
“Now get cleaned up. It’s almost time for dinner. Afterward I’ll show you around the Ranch and you’ll start work tomorrow.“
Dinner was with Jeff and Claire. JJ was out with his fiance that night, and I can say it was one of the most awkward meals of my life. Claire asked me a million fucking questions about my family and what I wanted to do with my life. I mumbled answers the best I could. Meanwhile, Jeff ate his pork chops and mashed potatoes in silence.
Afterward he gave me the tour of his ranch just like he said. It was smaller than most, with about ten horses. He gave me a quick demonstration on how to groom a horse. The main thing I was going to learn was how to train it for cattle wrangling and if it were a particularly strong horse, train it to become a show horse. I did my best to learn as much as I could. It was easy. I was mesmerized by Jeff. His calm way was even more of a turn on then I could have imagined. The gentle, yet firm way he handled the horses, his stern patience with me when showing me the fundamentals of grooming. He said little, but had a quiet strength. His powerful body moved about the ranch in the shadows of dusk, a stallion himself amongst the horses.
When we got back to the house I was allowed to do what I wanted for the night. He didn’t say when I was supposed to go to bed, but suggested I turn in at nine, because I was expected to be up at five the next morning. I liked that he didn’t force me to do anything. He treated me like a man, yet still held an authority that made me want to listen to him.
That night I laid in my small twin bed, but I couldn’t sleep. All I could think of was Jeff. he was just down the hall from me, taking a shower, I imagined his naked body as the water poured down it. His muscles and body hair dripping wet as he lathered his fat cock with soap, Massaging it in his rough hands. I pulled out my own cock and started stroking it. My underwear, wet and sticky with pre-cum. I imagine him looking out at me from the stall, stroking himself , playing with his hairy swollen balls, pinching at his ripe, pink nipples. I had yet to get a close look at his eyes, but I imagined them to be a piercing blue, gazing at me, ordering me to join him. It was then I heard a voice. It was muffled, but I could tell it was Claire yelling.
“I’m tired of this Jeffrey, just so tired of this. It’s like I don’t even exist anymore. All you do is work and sleep.”
I strained my ears, trying to hear more
“You don’t even want to fuck me anymore.” She shouted. I can’t tell you why, but this made my heart jump, and I got out of bed, by dick pitching a sideways tent as I snuck out of my room. They were down the hall in their own bedroom. The door was cracked and swinging wider with a soft creek. I got about half way down the hallway when it opened wide enough for me to see Jeff, his back to the door, his hairy bare ass in full display.
My stomach flipped, my hard on jumped and began to leak even more. I stared at that perfect hairy peach, so tight and muscular, and his powerful defined back coming down to a surprisingly small waste. But what got me gripping my cock without even realizing that I was doing it was drooped down between his hairy, veiny thighs. two massive hairy horse balls, red and ripe, hanging an inch below his taint, and just beyond that his bulbous foreskinned head. He wasn’t even hard and I could see it dangle just below his balls between his barely spread legs.
“I don’t turn you on…I don’t think I ever have.” Claire was saying. She was out of my view, but I assumed she was naked too. It sounded like they were about to fuck, but he was failing to rise to the occasion. I was shocked. How many times had I imagined Jeff wrecking his wife daily? Now here he was, not even able to get a semi.
Jeff said nothing to her, and his silence seemed to end the conversation. I heard her start to move about the room.
“I’m done Jeff…done. this isn’t a marriage anymore. It’s a…I don’t know what it is.” WIth these words, I guessed it was time to go back to my room. I backed up as fast as I could and stopped behind the door.. I waited, keeping it open just a crack. A few minutes later, Claire rushed past, fully dressed, her purse in her hand. I heard more noise in the kitchen, including the jingling of keys.
“I’m going to my sister’s Jeff. Don’t wait up for me.”
The front door slammed shut, then there was no noise for a long time. My dick was still rock hard as I kept thinking about his hairy, muscular ass and his hog and balls out, hanging between his legs. I imagined putting my mouth around his cock, letting it swell against my tongue. I’d never sucked a dick before, but I would suck Jeff. I would worship his cock.
Footsteps sounded in the hallway. I looked out the crack of the door to see Jeff walk by
He was still naked.
When I was sure he was out of the hall, I went out, reaching the corner where it ended at the kitchen. I heard him open the fridge. I peaked around and saw him reaching into it, his perfect ass cheeks spreading, expanding, rounding out his ass more than I would have thought.. He rose and turned with a beer in his hands. His girthy uncut cock, at least six inches soft, flopped freely in front of his low hanging sack, both sagging under their own weight off his perfect, muscular body. He was in his mid forties, but he had the body of a man in his twenties, everything just a bit thicker from age. He cracked open the beer and started to swig it, his bicep flexed, his abs flattened, his defined pecs twitched. There was nothing groomed about this man, he was covered in unkempt, dark red and brown body hair, just thick enough to coat his body, and not soak up the sweat, or hide the contours of his ripped physique.
I pulled my head back as he headed in my direction, and started to high tail it back to my room. Lucky for me, he headed for the living room instead of his bedroom. I crept back, going further down the hall where he turned. I could hear him moving something heavy, then the unmistakable rattle of a VHS tape going into the VCR.
My stomach and cock jumped at the same time. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
The sounds of porn.
I fucking had to get closer.
This was my fantasy. I had to see Jeff jerking off his fat, hairy cock.
I made sure I was as quiet as a mouse as I came to the edge of the wall just beyond the living room. I looked in to see Jeff on the floor, back against the couch, his massive, tattooed, legs splayed out in front of him, jerking his…
FUCK it was big!
Wider than the beer can in his hands, fat, pink and swollen, coming up just below his navel. His mouth hung slightly open as he let out deep moans, his fist gripping the top of his cock, making long strokes, his round hairy pecs flexing with the movement. His other hand went back and forth between his hard, hairy nipples and donkey balls sagging to the ground, undulating within his ball sack whenever he hit a sensitive nerve in his shaft and bulbous head.. I found myself stroking my own cock without thinking. My mouth filled with saliva as I watched Jeff work his cock. He stuck out his tongue, licked his hand and slathred his cock with his spit. He jerked harder, his pecs bouncing as he went faster and faster. He threw back his head, his broad, hairy chest heaving as his breath became more and more labored, his moans louder. I imagined crawling to him on my hands and knees, going down to suck his perfect hairy balls, licking up the fat shaft, nibbling on the foreskin before he shoved it in my wet mouth, filling it up, hard and throbbing.. My own cock was pulsing in my hand as I jerked like a mad man. I was so turned on I could barely contain my own groans.
Here I was, living a fantasy I’d only dared dream of. Watching the perfect man pleasure his enormous manhood in front of me.
“Ohh fuuckk.” I suddenly found myself moaning as my balls clenched. Before I could stop it, my body shuddered, and I started squirting cum all over the carpet in front of me. I tried to contain my moans, but seeing Jeff in the flesh for the first time took over my body. I let out a loud gasp.
“The hell?” came the deep voice.
I didn’t even look. I scrambled back to my room, my face on fire, my heart racing like nothing I’d ever felt.
My cock continued to drip cum as I went, leaving a trail of jizz behind me. I reached my room and jumped into the bed, pulling the covers over my head. I could taste the terror in the back of my throat. My cock still jumped in my underwear, experiencing the post orgasm, but I wasn’t getting any more enjoyment out of it. I lay frozen like a statue, waiting for my doom.
Jeff’s thudding footsteps came a few minutes later. I held my breath, bracing myself for the moment he would burst in, grab me and my things, and toss me head first out the door, but that didn't happen.
The footsteps just passed by. The door of Jeff’s room closed, and I was left alone in the dark silence for the rest of the night.
