Gerry lives on a ranch near the Rocky Mountains in Canada. He was 15 when his mother died in a car accident in 1996. His father remained stoic and continued raising cattle with the help of Billy, a handsome hired man who also cared for the teenager. At 16, Gerry knows that he will get a horse for his birthday. He can’t wait for his father to announce it; he sneaks into the stable and hears strange moaning cries. Getting closer, Gerry sees his father fucking the hired man.
The boy gets hard as rock and starts to caress his 10-inch cut meat while examining how ass and cock are meant to fit together. Both men have a hairy butt and that excites him so much. Gerry removes his jeans, puts his cowboy boots back on, and approaches the two men having virile fun. The boy has a bigger hard-on than his father and Billy.
“I also want to play that game, daddy!”
“Holy fuck, son, you’re hung like a stallion. You want to shove your huge cock in my ass or in Billy’s butt?”
“In both of them. The sight of a hairy ass is so hot. I want my first fuck experience to be with the two men I like the most.”
On that note, Gerry dips his hand in grease, lubricates his dagger and lets his dad guide it in Billy’s begging shit hole. The pounding seems so natural. The boy moans as much as the hired hand. Seeing how his son performs like a pro, the father joins him for a double fuck, something new for everyone in the stable. They are a bit awkward at first, but gradually get the gist of it. Daddy and son kiss while shoving their family prize inside the hairy heavenly hole. They pound Billy at the rhythm of a stallion in heat, they both flood the fuck chute with ropes of hot creamy jizz.
While his daddy bends down to get a rag and wipe his dripping dick, Gerry rubs his rod, again hard as rock, on his father’s hairy beef cake: “Your turn to get pounded!” The response comes with a big smile: “You have no idea how I want you deep inside me, son. We are united by blood, let us unite by man juice!” Daddy doesn’t have to coach Son. The boy knows how to strut his stuff. He feels good, confident and proud in impressing his father. The pounding goes on smoothly at first, then gradually turns into a hot rough match applauded by the hired hand.
At 16, Gerry got his official gay baptism. Contrary to his dad and Billy, he will not be a closet case, on the contrary. At 18, he moves to the big city and gets a full-time job at the Calgary Stampede, the world’s largest outdoor rodeo, featuring the toughest competitors ever showcased. Cowboys like to ride a horse and many of them enjoy riding a rodeo mate too. Gerry has opportunities to fuck and get fucked two-three times a week.
In 2001, the Bow River Correction Centre in Calgary closes because the minimum-security jail is only about half full. Gerry has in mind to open a gay bar-disco-spa-gym complex in that facility. He dreams of calling it the Fuck Cell, but knows he will not be able to register such a name, let alone put up a sign to that effect. He writes down Folk Cell on the form but F**k Cell on the sign. The bouncer cautions newcomers: “You only enter if you want to fuck hard and deep or get your ass stretched to the limit, bare back in each case.” His remark triggers a smile and a rush to get in the former jail (in the bouncer’s love canal too, in the case of many top cowboys).
The F**k Cell is popular amongst cowboys, rodeo performers, oil sand plant operators, construction workers, Royal Canadian Mounted Policemen, wrestlers, bodybuilders, in short, every real man who enjoys the company of hot ass or well-hung dudes. There is no dress code, but if you wear knee-high boots, it means you are a Top, and if you show your ass in tight faded blue jeans or framed by a jockstrap, it means you are a Bottom.
The gym attracts bodybuilders, wrestlers and oil industry business men. After a good hour of exercise, hairy guys don’t shower because they are too much in demand by those who get intoxicated by sniffing sweaty armpits and musky ass cracks. The locker room is more often called the playroom. The size of a cock is not important as long as it’s juicy; sweet & sour man juice is full of vitamins. In the bar, there are stools in the shape of an orange construction cone with a seat added on top. If you choose to sit on one, you send a clear message: “my ass hole is yours to stretch!”. Construction guys who show up with a tool belt and working boots are obviously popular Tops.
Once a week, a mounted policeman stops by, supposedly to check if F**k Cell is just a fetish name, not a common bawdy house. He is always welcomed with opened arms: “You are an awesome stud in that uniform, in those knee-high boots. I want to touch, rim and finger you until you beg me to mount, breed and seed you. Woof!” It is known that the policeman has a preference for guys who have no less than a 9-inch rod. He adores getting fisted.
Gerry has hired a barman who can piss and cum on demand. If your glass of rhum is not the right amber color, he adds his own golden shower touch. If you want coffee with cream, he shoots a dose of thick man juice. Gerry invites dancers to perform on a stage with spotlights directed at their firm peachy butts and huge bulging crotches in lycra, a perquisite to be hired. The busboys who serve drinks go around in black bow-ties and white jockstraps. Clients who know how much to tip them can squeeze their balls or slap their butt cheeks, as a starter of course.
In Canada, like in many other countries, June is Pride month. It is a global celebration of the history, resilience, and achievements of the LGBTQIA2S+ community[1]. It brings together people from all walks of life to honour inclusivity, diversity, respect, and equality. In Calgary, Pride events occur in September in order to allow people to celebrate throughout the entire summer, from June all the way until September. Still, there are quite a few Pride and LGBTQIA2S+ celebrations happening in June too.
To celebrate Pride, Gerry organizes a Bear Gala (quickly nicknamed Bareback Fiesta). He adores a heavy guy who sports huge shoulders, biceps, pecs, belly, thighs, cock and ass. At his invitation, around ten Bears show up for a performance in the old cells of the Bow River Correction Centre. Tickets sell for $30 or $50 for a VIP pass. Plump men kiss, sniff armpits, suck each other’s nipples and cock, stick their nose in the ass to get intoxicated and tongue-twist their way inside greedily before shoving their cock as deep as possible. A VIP pass allows you to enter any cell and to join two bears as a top, bottom or versatile inmate.
Of all gay venues in Canada, F**k Cell is the number one place to worship whole heartedly Masculinity and Virility. I know I’ve described it as a sexual paradise, but romance is not excluded. Gerry and the bouncer have now been dating for over a year. You may not believe it but they have a monogamous relationship and plan to get married next year.
[1] The acronym LGBTQIA2S+ stands for lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender and trans, queer and questioning, intersex, asexual or agender, and two-spirit. The plus-sign signifies additional identity terms.
