Well…
That happened.
Now Jeff been acting like I didn’t see him jerking off in the living room.
It’s been weeks and he hasn’t mentioned it once. I know he had to see my ass. I was cumming all over his carpet.
He cleaned that shit up himself that night.
Guess that makes him a nicer fella than I first thought; Don’t want to embarrass me. Guess that’s a good thing.
Still, I stayed out his way as much as I could the first week after. Could barely talk to him without my face burning hot, but he carries on like normal, and fuck if it ain’t become harder for me around here, and I don’t just mean the work.
Don’t get me wrong, working at the ranch is plenty hard.
We’re up at dawn, and he’s got me feeding the horses and letting them out of their stables one by one to get ready for the day’s training. I’m pretty sure getting up this early ain’t necessary. As long as they fed regularly I don’t think the horses give two shits about what time it happens. Then we spend the whole day either learning to groom or run them round. Teaching them how to listen properly. Understand commands, Or making sure they got enough hay and cleaning up all their shit. All that. What I think is, he’s making sure things here on the ranch ain’t too easy for me since I’m on parole. Still gotta serve my time in a way. He got a responsibility to make sure of that, regimentin my ass. Keepin me on a routine.
First few days were hard as hell just getting up, but he made sure I did. He’d come into my room and turn on the light and shake me awake.
That’s the hard part, though can’t complain too much.
Waking up and seeing Jeff first thing ain’t the worst thing.
Fucking Jeff…
He be in just his boxers with a mug of black coffee in his hand. his ripped tattooed
body with all that hair, leaning over me. That monster pouched in them morning shorts bouncin in my face. Then I get a whiff of his musk when he gets close to shake my ass awake. Give me morning wood like I never had before. Big pink nips wide as pepperonis, pointed out at me like baby pacifiers, wiggling while he shakes me. Find myself thinking about latching my lips right around them, suckling them for breakfast. Look tastier than any titties I’ve seen. Then he’d straighten up, stretch that ripped body, and all them muscles flex, big, round pecs, six pack abs, fat triceps, and those ripe, hairy pits. I know it’s kinda fucking weird, but I’d sniff and lick the shit out of them.
“Time to get up Mac.” That’s all he’d say, his voice like a subwoofer turned down to its lowest volume. Then he’d walk away, and I get a show of that muscle ass suckin them boxers straight up his crack, cheeks wigglin at me.
I gotta wait till he leave before I get out the bed, otherwise he’d see my chub, which I’m proud to say ain’t nothing to sneeze at. Still I can’t have my thick, seven inch wood presenting itself to Jeff after what happened that night,
Can’t push my damn luck.
Now I’ve gotten used to early mornings and he don’t wake me up no more. Only over slept once; got up an hour after the sun rose and he’d already been working for two. Thought he’d be pissed at me, but Jeff barely bats an eye, even though I fuck up like that. Just said if I make a habit of getting up late, I might as well find another place to spend my parole time. Said it like he was talking to the mailman. Voice never raising a single bit, Didn’t have to. Was pretty clear to me he wasn’t the bullshitting type by how plain he spoke. So now I’m up with the sun. Nice thing is he don’t bother me none till I’m nice and awake. Understand I can be a son of a bitch in the early morning. Not that he take that shit if I act like that to him, but he give me the space I need. Gotta admit, kinda miss waking up to the sight of him. Just as good as the morning sunrise.
Seriously though, What the fuck’s wrong with me. Got to get over this shit. Might not have the best marriage, but Jeff’s been with a woman for over twenty years. Knocked her up twice.
Claire hasn’t been back since the fight except to get some of her clothes, and that was almost a month ago. I heard her on the phone yelling at him, while he sits and looks fucking miserable, but never yelling back. Just takes what she gives him.
So it's just been the two of us here at the ranch for the most part.
JJ lives with his fiance now. They got a place in the next town over together. He come over for Sunday dinners sometimes. Jeff grills steaks and me and JJ talk about old times at school while Jeff sits to the side and just listens.
That’s bout all he cooks that’s a bit fancy. Neither of us too good in the kitchen, but we started trading off making breakfast and lunch, usually scrambled eggs, toast and scrapple in the morning. Sandwiches for lunch with some lemonade or sweet tea round noon. He don’t allow any alcohol till after the work is done for the day, and only one beer a night during dinner. Dinner is something he likes to do himself. Grills some of his damn good steaks and bake potatoes if he got them from the groceries that week, otherwise it’s pork chops, which aint bad either, I don’t really like the one beer rule, but I got no choice. Jeff wouldn’t stop me from drinking more, but he sure as hell could throw me head over tea kettle outta here with no problem if I cause him a problem. Not gonna test that.
That’s the thing bout Jeff, and it really is something else. He says so little, but he still got a powerful presence about him. It’s tough to explain, but JJ respects the hell out of him when he comes over. Always saying yes sir and no sir even though he no longer a kid. With me he runs a tight ship,and works me hard for sure, but I think a big part of why he don’t got to do much to be heard is cuz he’s always out there working right next to me. I like that. He works damn hard, sometimes harder than me and never complains.
Also…the hotter it gets, the less he be wearing, which I like even more, These days, in June, it’s Just tight cut off jeans, his beefy, muscle body shining in the sun, and his hog printed right there front and center, all eight inches of it, and the fucking girth on that dong…
Another thing I want my face to be sniffin and rubbing against.
I gotta admit though…
I can’t really make sense of it but…
I really, really like bein around him.
Gotten used to him almost never talking, He only say something when something needs to be said, then keeps it’s moving. Let’s his actions do the rest. I like that, keeps me calm, and fuck if sometimes I can’t be calm. He’s gotta be the coolest son of a bitch I ever known. What I mean by cool is he got the patience of the fuckin pope, even when I fuck up tryna get a horse in line, and my frustration get the better of me. Start cussin and kicking dirt around like a little kid. Jeff just come over to me, don’t say a word. Takes hold of the reins and whispers to the damn animal till it's as docile as a lamb.
I gotta say…
That’s gotta be the thing bout Jeff I find most…
I don’t know…
Just draws me to him.
His confidence. The way he commands without getting into his emotions. Just takes control.
I feel small of course, after actin like a fuckin toddler throwin a tantrum when shit don’t work out for me. Meanwhile he handlen the situation like a man should. He never get’s down on me about it. Just tell me how to do it next time, and leave it at that.
He probably thinks I’m acting like a pussy bitch though. Just never say it.
Nice fella, but I see how he looks at me sometimes. Acting like he ain’t bothered.
I know the truth.
Growing up, my dad called me every name you can think of when I fucked up. He never held back what he thought. Shout at me so bad he’d lose his voice. Beat me with his belt when I do something he didn’t like. Even if it had nothing to do with me, sometimes he just straight up punch me If I were nearby. Called me the runt of the house cause i was the smallest of his boys. He wasn’t wrong though. All my brothers got big. He’d let them beat the shit out of me to make sure I became tough. That’s the real reason I learned to run fast. Brothers beat me black and blue, but when I got older they’d have to catch me first.
Teachers at school not much better.
Believed in corporal punishment. Don’t know exactly what that shit means except it got something to do with my legs, arms, and hands getting hit with a yardstick. Some of them teachers think I was slow on account I didn’t do well on tests or turn in my homework. Most of the time I just didn’t understand it. My mom would say I’m probably dyslexic, whatever the hell that means. Can’t say I cared much for going to school anyway, and if I’m honest, I might as well have asked them teachers to beat my ass. I was a little shit starter, and fought a hell of a lot.
It wasn’t till high school and lacrosse when I started acting halfway right. Probably cuz playing lacrosse was the first time I felt like I was good at something, and I got respect from people. Wasn’t just a no good shit stain. Didn’t want to mess that up.
Here at the ranch with Jeff is the second place I feel that way.
Thinking bout it…I kinda count it as the first since I don’t gotta go home to my fucked up family after I’m done for the day like when I was at school.
Pretty envious of JJ. Jeff musta been a good daddy growing up.
Woulda been nice to have a dad like that…
Not that I see Jeff as my daddy. He don’t treat me like it.
When the works done he don’t stop me from doing what I want. Can’t really leave the ranch on account of my parole conditions and it’s not like there’s much to do after we done with the horses. So it’s just us watching TV most of the time. I don’t mind it though. He let me watch what I want. Say I could get cable as long as I pay for it, maybe even one of them new gaming systems. That be pretty fuckin cool. Sometimes we watch a movie, or play cards. Just hang out…
And I LIke being around him
That’s Jeff though…
Pretty fucking cool, and calm, strong and commanding…
Sexy as all hell…
Treats me with respect…
Like a man.
Jeff’s how a man should be…
Sometimes I think…
Maybe…
Sometimes I think he looks at me, and more than just watching me work... .
Probably wrong though.
Just me hoping…
Anyway, It’s late June now.
Hot as hell and like Jeff, I’m down to just shorts. I’ve got me a good brownin on my skin. Jeff’s body gotten a bit golden, but not as much. Say he’d be a piece of fried meat if he weren’t covered head to toe in suntan lotion. Don’t know how he got his back, but he managed somehow.
Jeff shaved his beard, somehow looks even more like a badass with just the bushy, brown and ginger mustache. Can see his nice full lips too…
I wonder how good they’d feel on my dick.
Nah…
He’d have me sucking him for sure, and I ain’t gonna lie. I’d do it…
I’ve Thought bout sucking a cock…
But only If it were Jeff’s.
Been over a month now and we been gettin more and more comfortable with one another. Now that I got the hang of how things work around here for the most part, sometimes I start going on bout my ideas for the ranch. How it can be expanded . I know it ain't my place, but spending so much time here makes me think on how this place can make more money and improve. Jeff just listen and smile, which gets my heart going more than I like to admit.
Like his talking, Jeff don’t smile much. Now that I think about it, he don’t frown much either. He’s always right in the middle with his emotions.
Anyway, he listen to my going on bout it like he’s actually interested in what I”m saying. Probably just humoring my ass smiling like that, but still feels good, and it looks good on him.
Been asking him about showing me his workout routine for a while now too. I know he likes to do it on his own. Says it’s his time where he can think, let off steam by himself. I can respect that some, but Jeff seems to be in his head a lot even when he’s out with the horses. Sorta looks off in the distance. Sometimes got a sad look on his face. When he gets like that he separates himself from me. Find’s another task he don’t need me to help him with. I Try not to bother him when he get like that, and now that I’m getting good at doing things around here, he’s been going off by himself more and more. He never takes me with him when he rides into town to get food or something for the ranch. Leaves me alone out here for a few hours…
Can’t help but wonder if I’m starting to get on his nerves.
I do be talking a lot more these days, and Jeff is a lot a things. A talker he aint.
Gotta be getting sick of me…
I find myself wishin we were back in the times when I knew nothing bout ranching, and He was always around, teaching me the ropes.
That’s why I’ve been harassing him bout working out in the mornings with him so much now. Say I wanna build up muscle like him.
It aint’a lie. I got a good body, lean and toned. Belly a little soft, but I’m working on my sit ups tryna get abs. Be more use on the ranch if I were big and strong like Jeff
I’ve decided I’d had enough of him dodging me about it.
In the morning, I straight up stood in front of the door, insisting he let me join him in his workout. At least give me some tips. Wouldn’t move till he did. He frowned at me and I thought he’d pick me up and throw me aside, but that frown became a smile soon enough once he realize I wasn’t moving, so he finally gave in, and i danced around him in victory like an Indian till he told me to fuck off and get myself ready to work out with him.
Jeff has a set up in the garage. I can hear the dumbbells clanking from outside when he’s in there. He also makes himself a big ass protein shake before he works out. A mix of eggs, oats, milk and a bunch of other shit that all together looks like light brown puke.
While I got into some workout gear, he made me my own shake. Sucking that shit down ain’t easy, but Jeff was eyeballin me, and I wasn't bout to look like I couldn’t handle it. Ended up choking on that shit and spilling all over the front of me. I’d never seen Jeff laugh so hard. Made me feel good as hell, makin him laugh like that, even though I looked like a big fuckin dope. He got a deep laugh, loud and kinda like a bark. It’s nice.
“Mother fucker…” I said after I stopped coughing and choking, I can’t help but have a big smile on my face. He laughing so hard he start holding his stomach. “It aint that funny.” I say, whippin a glob of the shake at him off my fingers, hitting him in his face.
“Hey now boy,” Jeff growls, a big leering smile on his face. He grabs for me, but I see it coming a mile away. I jump out the way of his big hands, and fling more of his nasty ass shake at him. Jeff starts chasing me around the kitchen till I run outside, and get way too far away from him to ever catch my ass. He don’t know how good I am running away from people. Nowhe looking out a me from the porch, his hands on his hips, shaking his head, while I taunt him.
“Too slow old man.” I yell at him, and he flick me off and grab his junk, shakin it at me, which might be the fucking hottest shit I’ve ever seen in my life.
“Alright come in and change so we can get started.” He calls out to me.
Laughing, I jog back, and pull off my messed up shirt as I come to the house. Then jeffs laughs sorta dies away and he goes back into the house. I’m still laughing, thinking he’s bout to jump out and get me when I go in, but I can’t find him.
“Jeff…?”
What happened? He just up and disappeared.
He don’t make an appearance for another ten minutes, Guess he was getting changed in his room. When he finally pops up again, He’s in a pair of red ass huggers, and a sleeveless thing so loose he might as well not have been wearing a shir at all. Gone back to his serious self, which kinda makes me sad for some reason.
I’m in one of them baseball jersey tees that hugged my chest so tight my nips poked through, and my little red shorts.
For his workouts, Jeff decides to focus on one part of his body everyday. Today was his chest. So laying back on his bench with his dumbbells raised above him, Jeff went through a handful of sets.
Remember…summer was well on its way, and we were in his hot garage. It might as well be a hot box. With him so focused, working his muscles in that heat..
God damn if It don’t do something to me.
I mean I knew I’d be into it…
Seeing Jeff sculpt his body.
But I wasn’t expecting to feel like this.
Seeing his hard chest squeeze and tighten with each rep, his pecs swell, his whole body start to soak in sweat after just a few minutes. Jeff is going all in with this workout. Ain’t holding back at all. Doing as many reps until his body starts shaken, and turns red.
“Grruuuh,” He starts grunting and groaning. Starts cussing, motivating himself to keep going. I aint never hear him more vocal. Didn’t think he could be this vocal. It’s like he's getting all his anger I didn’t know he even had out. All his aggression. Pushing it out his ripped body. This gotta be where it all goes. Why he’s so calm all the time.
Now I’m just stare down at him in awe, watching Jeff get more and more pumped, his pecs and arms getting bigger, expanding and contracting as he destroys them. Seeing his body vibrate and shake like that…
Is this what he like when he fucks…?
Groaning, grunting and cussing like this…
Dripping in sweat. His perfect muscle body getting musky and wet, all that body hair soaking it up.
And that fucking stare…
His grey-blue eyes. So focused. So intense…
Would he look at me like that as he rams his cock right in…
I’ve always done the fuckin when I was with guys.
Never put nothing in my ass before…
Jeff would be fuckin me though. Destroying my ass, and I’d let him…
That fat cock would stretch my tight hole wide open…
Probably hurt like hell, but I’d do it just to have him stare me down, push his iron rod in deep…
Fuck…
His fat cock and balls are starting to sweat through his shorts. I can see the shape of that fat mushroom head…
I want to pull it out and suck off all that sweat. Taste his spunk on the tip. Bury my face into his musty balls and bush. Then he’d pick my ass up, fuck me into submission…
“Your turn mac.” Jeff says.
I look around blinking. He’s sitting up on the bench now. It’s lIke I woke up from a dream; watching Jeff’s perfect physique being formed before me.
Imagining him using mine…
Now I got a fucking full blown hard-on, and there’s nothing hiding that shit. Might as well not be wearing my little shorts, They aint doing nothing. And I’m sweating like a pig. I aint even lift one weight. My body is tingling with it, and my heart’s pounding.
Jeff rises up from the bench. Right up on me, his face coming a few inches from mine. . That alone makes my cock swell even more, but I barely notice.
My brain goes away…
I’m fucking mesmerized.
This silent alpha, without a word, makes me unable to speak by just standing over me, trying to catch his breath.
Looking down at me, my own eyes looking at his body.
The only sound I hear is his husky, low tone coming with each inhale and exhale, his swollen red chest heaving out toward me, expanding and contracting, his fat nipples visible through his sweat soaked shirt, now sticking to his massive defined chest and ripped abs like a wet rag. I can feel his body heat radiating onto me. His smell. The musk. The sweat. It’s Intoxicating…Like a drug, muddling my brain up.
I’ve never wanted anything more than how much I want this man right now.
“You ready?” He says between gasps.
My eye shoot up at his face. My fuckin heart and stomach do back flips.
Ready?
For what?
He just keeps on staring down at me, my rock hard dick an inch from his fat bulge…
His pale blue eyes gazing into mine…
Softer then I thought they’d be…
Holding me in place.
When I don’t say nothing to answer his question. Jeff lets out a quiet huff, a little smile coming to his handsome face, and he scoots to the side to get around me. That’s when his thick leg brushes up against my rail hard cock and sends a shock through my whole fucking body.
I buck as my cock starts to leak.
I can’t fucking breathe.
My face gotta be as red as a beet with embarrassment, and yet I”m so damn hungry for this man at the same time, I can’t move.
“Uh…sorry.” It’s all I can get out as he moves away. I got to swallow cuz my throat’s so dry.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I’ve never been this fucken flustered by anyone. I can barely talk…
I know what it is though….
I”ve never been this close to Jeff. not like this…
Fucking Jeff…
He’s doing my head in.
“All good boy…happens to the best of us.” He chuckles, glancing down at my rod with a shrug.
My heart fucking jumps to my throat three times.
Once when he smiles at me. Once when he calls me boy, and the last time when he looks down at my rock hard cock.
“Go head and sit on the bench.” He says walking away from me, like nothing was happening…
Everything suddenly flips.
Don’t know how or why but…
I don’t want to…
I can’t do this…
My heart’s bout to break through my chest it's beating so hard.
My whole body’s starting to buzz like it's been struck like a bell.
And fucking Jeff…
He’s carrying on, cool as a fucking cucumber putting the dumbells he was using back and grabbing lighter ones for me, acting like nothing’s happening.
He’s gotta know now…He gotta know...
How much I want him…yet.
“How much weight you wanna try?”
I hear him say it, then I’m out the garage before he can say anything else.
I’m almost running as I head straight for the house and to my room…slamming the door.
It’s too much…too fucking much.
This fuckin man…
Can’t even describe what he’s doing to me. How much I want him…
Makes my chest hurt like nothing I ever known.
It’s more then his body, and fuck do I want his body…
His voice, his laugh, the way he moves around the ranch.
Calm, stoic mother fucker…
His patience, his strength…
The way he was looking down at me, acting like nothing was wrong…
The way he’s taken me in…
Treating me like I’m worth more than shit…
I hear a knock at the door. I think my heart might stop.
“Mac…?”
I don’t answer. I don’t want to see him.
I can’t see him.
“You okay?”
“I’m good.” I say. I gotta clear my throat to say it.
“You…you don’t seem good.”
“I said I’m good.” I don’t know why I yell that, but I do. I want him to go the fuck away, but he don’t. The door opens, and Jeff steps in. For bout a minute he says nothing, gazing at me. I can’t look back at him.
“Its okay Mac…it’s okay…If…if you feelin a certain way.” He says finally. His voice is soft. Tryna sound careful. Tryna comfort me. He steps closer.
“Fuck off.” I’m definitely yelling now. Never felt so much pain in my life, so deep in my body, like I swallowed a fucking snow cone whole and it ain’t melting.
I want this man who I know don’t want me.
I hate it cause I do.
I hate it cause I know he aint no fuckin faggot, and there ain’t nothin I can do bout it.
It feel like this shit gonna kill me.
He still just standing there.
“I said fuck off!.” I yell even louder. He don’t listen though.
He just comes closer. Come right next to me, but I can’t look at him.
He sits down.
Fuck…I’m shaking…
Why he doing this to me?
“Go away…” I say, but now it’s got nothing behind it cuz…
It’s the last thing I want him to do.
I’m so fucking pathetic. He sees it too, but he aint moving.
I finally look at his hand on the bed next to me. His knee, his arm, up to his face.
His pale blue eyes looks so fucking sad for me…and…
Scared?
Why he look scared?
He don’t look away though.
“I aint no faggot.” I don’t know why I say it. It just come out.
Jeff just shrug, and smiles a crooked mouth smile at me
“Okay…”
He couldn’t have said anything better.
I fucking lose my shit.
Start crying like a little baby, and I can’t stop.
I press my face into his shoulder and it just keeps coming.
Then Jeffs got me in his arms, holding me, and i’m sobbing harder, and he pulls me in closer, right up against his chest.
“You okay Mac…You okay…”
I ain’t okay…
but Fuckin Jeff…
Right now, somehow…
He’s making it okay.
