Fuck…
Yep…it was Mac.
Caught me jerkin off.
I thought that boy was sleepin.
Can’t tell you how fuckin embarrassed I was to have my cock out and that young pup spyin on my ass.
Why the hell was he doin that?
I’d find out soon enough.
First off, I’m ain’t much of a talker, but think it’s worth it to help explain what’s goin on here at the ranch these days.
Names Jeff. Jeffery Flint.
Fuckin country ass name if you ever hear one.
I was named after my granddad. My daddy wanted to name me his own name, Waymon Flint Jr., but my momma wouldn’t have it. She was determined to continue her family legacy. The best way to do that was to name me after her favorite person in the world, her daddy.
I always hated that bastard. Always an asshole to my pops. Said he was good for nothin, which wasn’t true.
My sisters and I grew up pretty good considerin he came from nothin.
As a kid he was the ward of the state, sent to work as a ranch hand at the Selzin ranch ten miles outside of Stillwater, Oklahoma when he turned sixteen. Back in the nineteen thirties, if you were broke and lived in middle America, you either worked on a farm, a ranch, or rode in the rodeo, then when the war started, join the army. My daddy fell out of a tree when he was a kid, had a lame foot, so he was stuck with farmin or ranchin.
He met my momma at the local church. Her daddy was one of those uppity deacons who wanted his daughter to marry the preacher's son. My daddy said once he laid eyes on my momma, he made sure she’d be his wife. That’s what I admired most bout him. People might think he was weak cuz his limp, but that never stopped him from gettin what he wanted.
He worked hard and he was strong.
That’s why I’m strong.
He married my momma even though my grandaddy didn’t like it, and moved her away to Arkansas, leavin a big ole fuck you behind for the old man.
I was his only boy in the middle of five girls. Bein his only son, pops made sure I was the strongest, fastest, toughest boy in all New Haven, Arkansas. That wasn’t sayin much since the town only had two hundred people. Only four of them were boys around my age. Still, He got me big and strong
He had weights he used to work out his upper body, and I’d join him, our hard bodies sweatin in the sun, growin my muscles. Makin them hard as rocks.
I stopped going to school when I was fifteen. I didn’t see no reason to keep goin. I had no interest in learnin any more. Somethin like college was my sister's dream, not mine. I wanted to stay on with my parents, help out as much as I could since my daddy was gettin older. I started workin with him on the ranch I run now. Back then it was owned by Mr. Tremain, who ran it with his son Cary.
I learned a lot about myself in those early days at the ranch, and got paid to do it.
As I said, I’ve never been much of a talker, specially round people I don’t know. My mama always called me her little church mouse, cause I was as quiet as one. I figured I’d just let my action speak for me, so I worked hard, and lifted weights, and got big and strong, that way when I went somewhere no one had to figure out what I was all about.
Bein the big muscle guy I was when I was a teen, girls always tried to talk to me, but I was too shy round them, round everyone really, but especially round them. If I were walking through town on my own, they’d come up to me, hook their arms round mine, and ask me to escort them to wherever the hell they were goin that day. Sometimes they’d say I should take them out for a date. I did, but I'll be honest. I felt bad for the girls. I must have been one of the most boring outins they’d ever been on. After a while, most of them just gave up on me. Didn’t have any friends to speak of either, So I was on my own a lot, but I was okay with that. For a while anyway.
When I was seventeen things got rough around the ranch for my daddy. He wasn’t able to work like he used to, It was partly his fault. He drank a lot, and never went to the doctor. His foot got worse as he got older. Mr. Tremain decided he wasn’t worth payin since he wasn’t gettin his money’s worth keeping my daddy on, so he let him go.
Pops was pretty depressed after that. No one in town wanted to hire on a cripple, so my momma made the decision to call my grandad for help. My parents ended up movin back to Oklahoma. It was the only way for them to survive. I’d never seen my daddy so down when he realized he couldn’t provide for us anymore, and had to go back to face my grandad.
I couldn’t stand to see that, so I stayed in Arkansas, but there was no way I could stay workin with Mr. Tremain after the way he sacked my daddy, so I decided to work on my body with dreams of becomin a professional bodybuilder. The problem was that world was out in California, so I got every last dime I earned and made my way to San Bernardino to start my career.
I didn’t know my career would end up bein in the porn industry..
Now nobody in Arkansas knows bout this, but when I got out to Cali, my weightliftin career went nowhere. Those boys out there were doing shit to their bodies I wouldn’t even dream of doin. Steroids out the mother fucker, blowing up their bodies, and shrinking up there nuts like it was nobodies business.
Back in Arkansas I’d done pretty good for myself. Five foot nine and one hundred and eighty pounds of lean muscle. I ate clean, I never drank, and worked my fuckin ass off every damn day. Out in Cali they called me all natural, but I just wasn’t big enough, and I never would be.
At least my body wouldn’t.
My cock though.
That was for sure big enough to get me a deal with Mustang magazine.
I’ll tell you what. I’ve always known I got a big one., and Cary, Mr. Tremains son back on the ranch, told me just as much one day when we went skinny dippin for fun. Said I had a fuckin horsecock with balls the size of apples. Could get with any girl in town I well pleased. All I had to do was whip the monster out and I’d be linin them up, wouldn’t matter if I said nothin. I passed on that shit though, too fuckin shy back then. Didn’t stop me from measurin it. Bout eight inches and and fatter than one of Cary’s beer cans. I gave it enough attention those days without the help of them girls though..
I was discovered one day when my big boy wouldn’t fit inside them tight little speedos bodybuilders wear. My hog kept bustin out of them, It got me out of competitions, but also got me a lot of attention. A scout from Mustang saw me. Next thing I knew I was given five hundred dollars to pose naked in front of a camera. Being broke as hell, I wasn’t bout to pass that up.
After that the offers came rollin in to do more modelin jobs. Was one of Mustang's most popular models. My porn name was Rick Flint, I was their big dick muscle cowboy. Don’t get me wrong, I knew I was posin for men, and Mustang was a fag magazine. I was okay with it as long as I got paid and didn't have to do anything with one of their other boys, not at first anyway.
After doin about five magazine shoots, they started pressurin me to do private parties for some of there rich subscribers, offering me a lot more money. I was nineteen, barely making rent, so started doin that just to keep a place over my head. Next thingI knew I was jerkin off and gettin blowjobs from other young guys like me in front of a room of rich old faggots. I can’t say I was happy about what I was doin. Nothin against the gays, but this wasn’t me at all. The fact was, I was a poor dumbass musclehead who didn’t finish high school and with a fat cock. It was easy money.
To get through it all, I started doin substances to get me out of my mind. Cocaine was their favorite thing to give me among other things, and LSD was starting to become a thing. On all that shit I’d do anything. Fuck the shit out of boys raw for a audience of forty.. Cum straight into their asses, then regret it the next morning when I came down, if I remembered what happened. I became a fuck boy for sex parties, gang bangs, and orgies with men and women. Even got into some bdsm shit. Can’t tell you how many people wanted a cowboy to hog tie them, whip their asses, then fuck the shit out them.
The guys who threw all the party and paid me got me practicing that tantra sex shit from some hippies to last longer. They started presentin me at parties as some big cock sex god, who could fuck all comers. I’d show up in a fuckin fake angel wings and golden loin cloth. The first time I did that shit I only lasted like two dudes, but they gave me some shit to keep me hard and fucking for five six hours straight. I tell you my dick never been more sore than that first time, but their plan worked. I became a machine. The magic dick. Could make most people cum , guys and girls, in minutes just by plowin them. Knew where all the g-spots were.
The most I was paid was ten thousand to spend a weekend with one rich old fucker. I showed him all my tricks, made him cum out his ass and cock so much he paid all my bills for a year to keep me around whenever he wanted me.
I’m sure it’s no surprise that wIth all that fuckin I was doing,I ended up with more then a couple STI’s. Lucky for us then, HIV wasn’t a thing yet, so the guys managin me, would send me to a doctor to check me out, fix my shit if I needed it, then put me back out there.
Why I did that shit? Wel…like I said it was easy, and I was good at it, I was makin a fuck ton of money. Was kinda fucking miserable…but I was living a high end lifestyle. Young and dumb. Didn’t know any better.
Funny thing is, I never really hung out with any of them party people outside the jobs, or anyone at all. I only fucked when I was getting paid, then I kept to myself for the most part. Shy kid never left me.
Anyway, I got a bit sick of bein managed so I went out on my own, gained a big reputation for my cock around town. That’s when I started gettin inked, got the bad ass biker image, leather man, bad boy type shit on top of the cowboy image. Became an escort. Fucked some pretty famous celebs. I won’t name em, but you’d be surprised what leading men and ladies liked to take it up the ass. Got some stories bout that, but for another time.
Long damn story short, I lived that fuckin fast life for most of my twenties. Coasted through it half out of my mind the whole time.
It all came to an end in nineteen sixty-eight, I was twenty seven. I may have been doing some not so christian shit, but I still called my mama almost every day while I was away. On June third, I found out my daddy died of liver disease.
He was only fifty two, and had nothing to his name. My Grandaddy had died a few years before that, and so my momma and grandmama were on their own. No way in hell I was gonna let that keep goin on, so with all that money I made, I moved back to Arkansas, and brought them both with me to New Haven. There was no way I could keep doin sex work, so I reconnected with Cary. He and I had a fallen out after what happened between our daddies, but we made up, and he talked Mr. Tremain into bringin me back on.
Not long after I got back, I met my wife Claire. I should say she met me, and next thing I knew she had me marryin her. I didn’t really resist. I was ashamed of all the shit I did back in California, especially the gay shit, but that was the past, and I meant to move on from that for good. Become an honest man.
So I did.
Me and Claire got straight to havin kids. I had a decent amount of money saved up from livin out in Cali, and Claire was the principal at the local elementary school, so we could afford a decent place. We ended up havin two boys. Michael and Jeff Junior, or JJ. We had a nice little family there for a while.
I love them boys. The pride of my life. I do everything I can to make sure they happy Sure I…I made some mistakes along the way but they turned out pretty damn good. My boys grew up without havin to want much. Mike, my oldest boy, moved out and went to Arkansas state. Can’t tell you how proud I am of him for that. JJ’s going to community college and bout to get married to a nice young lady named Anne. I’m glad they’re makin it…Can’t say the same for me and Claire…
Claire’s momma died in seventy-six. Her and her sister inherited their daddies estate, which they sold and made a pretty decent amount of money off it. Her sister had moved up here with her family to be close to their mama for the last few years of her life.
That’s where Claire went and stayed the night I caught that little fucker Mac spyin on me jerking my cock.
Me and Claire been fighten almost every day for a year, and hadn’t fucked for even longer. I should say She was the one fighten; Always yellin and carryin on. I don’t yell too much, don’t see the point. She was also screwin one of the teachers at her school in secret. At least, She think it's a secret, but I’ve known for bout two years…I’m pretty sure it’s the fucking history teacher, Mr. Gray. Honestly I couldn’t give two shits. I’m sure she been plannin on leavin my ass for the last five years of our so called marriage anyway.
Now I take care of the ranch. Mr. Tremain’s died, and shortly after that, Cary come out and say he don’t wanna do it no more, got dreams livin in the city, workin out there doing shit all…So I run it. Basically own the place for the past five, six years..
So that catches us up. So what have I been doin for the last minutes?
I’m buck naked in my room, with a half a hard-on wondering what the hell just went down.
Fucking Mac caught me jerkin off,
And shit…his cock was out, jizzin like a fuckin fire hose all over the carpet while looking straight at me…
I’d never guess that Mac would be into dudes, let alone my old ass…
The next week or so I acted like nothin happen. I think he’s glad for that. He can barely look at me, at least when I’m lookin at him, he can't’ look at me. Sorta mumbles a lot now, turns red, but I know he starin when he don’t think I can see him…fuck. I wasn’t expecting this…
This gay shit…
I meant to leave that shit back in Cali.
I knew I was in trouble when he showed up at my gate, fucking ripped little body shirtless and covered in sweat…Got me a fucking hard-on the moment I saw that beautful fucking pup…Just standing there pantin…God damnit the things I thought of the moment I saw him.
Can’t make him leave on account the court mandated him to come and I agreed he could stay. I remember him back when he played lacrosse with JJ. Didn’t think much of him then, though he was a teenager and not really my thing, but now…fuck, he grew up. I can’t stop staring. He’s always wearin them tiny short that the kids be wearin in the movies, and sometimes nothin else if it get’s too hot. That perky little ass is so fucking round in those little shorts. Goddamn I’d bury my face for hours in that tight hole.
It’s gotta be tight as hell, no way that he been fucked. Too macho for that, I’d be happy to split it wide open.
His body so fucking tight too, not big, but nice and lean, not a hair on it, and packed with muscle. Skin looks fuckin soft. Cute fucking face, little pointy nose and full head of thick brown hair. God damn I want him…and, It looks like he wants me…
Shit…thought I’d gotten over this shit…
The next week it’s more of the same, not talking much, but he’s more relaxed, started askin me bout my workout routine. I told him I might show him as some point, but I like to keep that time for myself.
Gotta admit I’d Love that though; Sexy young guy working his muscles next to me. I know he’d be staring at my bulge the whole time. He’s always starin at it, and every chance I get, my dumbass is walkin around free ballin, my hog plump up through my jeans with nothing holdin it back, maken sure he got an eyefull. Watch his pants sell up.
I know I shouldn’t, but I be havin fantasies of him getting down on his knees in the back of the stables and pulling it out, massage my fat head with those soft lips, then I’d feed it to him inch by inch down his wet hungry throat…train it to take the whole thing.
I know it's nineteen eighty-eight, and people these days a bit more used to homos and lesbians bein a thing, but that's out in places like Cali. In the big liberal cities. Not out here in middle America I’d never make the first move,l cuz I know Mac tryna hide that he into me.
I understand that.
So I been layin in my bed buck naked with a ragin boner, waitin for him to maybe join me…I’d let him. Show that beautiful pup what it’s like to be with a man…turn him into my good obedient boy….
My balls been fucking aching thinking about that, and jerkin off ain’t doing nothin to help it. I think it’ll happen soon, but only when he’s ready.
God knows that’s how I felt my first time…
So what the fuck do I do?
Nothin I suppose. Wouldn’t be right takin advantage of this poor kid out here tryna figure himself out, tryna make himself better.
Just wouldn’t be right.
