Dylan's Country Time

The alarm rang out loudly in Dylan Foster’s bedroom causing him to sit up abruptly. His sheets and bedspread, which had laid over his naked body, dropped into his lap. Blinking his sleepy eyes, he reached over to the night table and grabbed his yelping cell phone and pressed stop on the alarm screen. It was 3:30 am and his first day starting as a stable hand at Washburn Ranch, a summer job he had secured the week before. His work shift started at 5 am and he wanted to have plenty of time to get ready and get there early.

Dylan looked toward the window. It was still dark, as he expected it to be. Returning his phone to its spot on the night table, he threw back the covers, revealing his toned and tan body. With a smile, he grabbed the tip of his hard cock with his fingertips, pulled it away from his body and released it, letting it slap him in his stomach.

“Looks like you need some attention,” he whispered. His flexed his stomach, causing his cock to stand up. It stuck out from his crotch, curving back toward his naval. Dylan stood to his feet and pulled on a pair of athletic shorts that had been on the floor next to his bed. The did very little to conceal his hardon. It’s ok, he though, knowing that nobody else would be up. He headed out of his room and to the bathroom for a quick shower before getting dressed.

In the shower, Dylan let the hot water flow over his body. He lathered his body with the bar of soap, tilting his head back with pleasure as he massaged the lather over his hard dick. He began to stroke slowly, wrapping his lathered right hand tightly around the shaft. He worked the full length of his dick, twisting his hand around it. Increasing the pace, he now stroked harder, his low hanging nut sack beginning to tingle.

“Fuck,” he murmured as the tingling sensation moved up his shaft. As he neared ejaculation, he turned around, letting the hot water wash the soap from his hand and dick. The heat of the water feeling like a warm mouth around his cock. He also wanted the soap rinsed away, since he planned on eating his cum, as he usually did.

Dylan’s body jerked as his semen traveled from his nuts toward the head of his dick. He turned again so his back was to the water, not wanting it to wash away any of his cum. The initial shot of the warm cream sprayed the shower wall as it surged out the swollen tip. Being careful not to waste a drop, he cupped his hand underneath, letting the remainder create a pool.

Mmmmm… he moaned as the cloudy liquid filled his hand, until the last drop dripped out. He smiled to himself, raising his hand to his chin. He extended his tongue, dipping it in, then retracting it into his mouth, smearing it on his lips. Tilting his head back, he let the large load slide out of his palm into his open mouth. The taste filled his mouth and he swallowed, letting it slide down his throat.

That was delicious, he thought as he re-lathered and washed away the cum from his lips and cock, wishing that it hadn’t been his cum. He had never been with a guy, but longed for the day when he’d finally get up the nerve to do it. He was sure it wouldn’t be while he was in this small country town, though.

Dylan finished his shower, making sure to wash the evidence of his jack-off session from the shower wall. He dried himself and wrapped his towel around his slender waste and returning to his room to get dressed.

He pulled on a tight, white tank top, some tattered and faded blue jeans and a flannel shirt, leaving it unbuttoned. Slipping on his work boots, he grabbed his wallet, keys and phone and headed to the kitchen for a quick bite before heading to work.

Heading out the front door, the sky was now dimly lit as the early morning sun began to peak over the horizon. Retrieving his keys from his pocket, he climbed into his muddy, red Chevy S10 pickup. The ranch was only about ten minutes away and it was still only 4:15 so he’d have plenty of time to grab a coffee at the 7-11 on his way. He grabbed his black trucker’s cap off the seat next to him and put it on his head, the tightly curved bill slightly off to one side.

About 20 minutes after leaving his house, Dylan pulled down the long driveway leading to the ranch. He wasn’t really sure what to expect today, but assumed he’d be mucking out the stables, grooming horses, and preparing them for their riders before they headed out for a long day of wrangling cattle. All he knew was that he was suppose to meet Derek, who he’d be working with and learning the ropes.

Parking his truck, Dylan hopped out and headed for the stables. He took on last look at the time on his phone and to his relief, he was early. He stuffed the phone in his pocket, looking up just in time to see another teen approaching him.

“Should probably leave that in your rig,” the approaching worker indicated.

Dylan wasn’t far from his truck so he quickly returned to it, dropped his phone on the seat and hustled to meet his trainer. As they met, Dylan extended his hand, “Dylan. You Derek?”

“Yup,” came the response, “you’re late.”

Dylan wondered if the clock on his phone was somehow wrong. “But it’s…”

“Early is on time, on time is late,” Derek jeered.

“Uh… ok.” Dylan wasn’t sure, but the kid seemed serious.

“Kinda kidding, kinda not,” Derek slapped him on the shoulder. “I’m here at 4:30… you should be, too.”

“I can do that,” Dylan replied as he observed Derek’s appearance.

Under an unbuttoned tan and black flannel, Derek wore a tight white tank top tucked neatly into his faded jeans. He took off his white cowboy hat and ran his fingers through his sandy, blonde hair. He was handsome and, from what Dylan could see, had a nice body.

Derek turned walked by Dylan’s side as the two headed for the stables. “We have a lot to do before the ranch hands show up at 6:30.”

When Derek and Dylan arrived at the stables, Derek, opened the gate to one of them. “This is Spitfire,” He said, leading out a black horse with a white diamond on its forehead. “Riley’s horse.”

Dylan reached his hand out to place it on Spitfire’s nose, to which the horse jerked its head back and snorted.

“Easy boy,” Derek said in a soothing, soft voice, to which Spitfire immediately calmed and lowered its head, nuzzling it in to Derek’s defined chest. Derek gently stroked the stallion’s muzzle. He definitely had a way with these horses. Dylan found himself drawn to Derek, secretly wanting to feel that same gentle touch.

The boys prepped Spitfire and four other horses. Derek moved with purpose and Dylan desperately trying to keep up with him. Derek was handsome and had an amazing body, which distracted Dylan as they worked. At some point, as the air grew warm, Derek shed his outer shirt, and his slender, muscled body rippled as he worked.

The ranch hands arrived one by one and drank their coffee while watching Derek and Dylan hustle to get their horses ready. All were there by 6:15 and with a simple command to “Saddle up,” from Riley, rode off.

“Take a quick break,” Derek started, “then you clean stables.” With that, he disappeared into the Tack room.

Dylan slumped onto a bail of hay, took off his outer shirt and wiped his brow. Before he knew it, Derek returned, carrying two cups of coffee, one of which he extended to Dylan.

“Thanks,” Dylan took the coffee and sipped it. It was black and strong.

“It’s gonna get fuckin’ hot today,” Derek said, setting down his own cup of coffee and peeling off his tank top.

Dylan tried not to stare, but Derek had an amazing body. His eyes scanned his boss’ body. Perfect abs and nicely shaped peck’s adorned with dark, quarter sized nipples. His arms were strong and shapely. Dylan also couldn’t help but notice Derek’s significant bulge in his tight jeans, above which the waistband of his underwear was visible. Peaking out of that, Dylan could see the top half of a large tattoo of a bucking Bronco which he imagined must go all the way down into his crotch. It took some effort, but Dylan peeled his eyes from the amazing body and looked at his cup of coffee, then taking another sip. Is it right to want my boss so bad, he thought.

“Let’s get back to work,” Derek downed his coffee and set the empty cup on the bail next to Dylan. He was only inches away, and Dylan observed the beads of sweat on his torso, which he wanted to lick off.

Dylan stood, swallowed the last of his coffee as well, and set the cup down next to Derek’s. The two then went into Spitfire’s stall where Derek explained what he expected.

When he was done giving instructions, Derek said, “I’m gonna tend to a couple other things and I’ll be back.” He paused, looking at Dylan intently. “Get all five stalls done and I’ll show you around the ranch.”

“Will do, man,” Dylan replied and immediately got to work and Derek disappeared.

After Derek was gone, he took off his own tank top and worked diligently. Two hours later, as he finished up the last stall, belonging to a horse named Thunder, he felt a presence behind him. He looked over his shoulder to find Derek standing there, watching him and leaning against the side post of the gate.

“Oh, hey.” Dylan greeted, tossing the last scoop of straw and horse shit into a wheel barrel.

“Look’s real good,” Derek approved, “Dump that out and we’ll go for a ride.”

“Cool.” Dylan tossed the scoop shovel into the wheel barrel and pushed it out past Derek, who seemed to eye him, up and down, as he moved. Briefly, Dylan’s eyes locked into Derek’s, who bit his bottom lip, almost seductively.

If I didn’t know better, I’d think he wants me, Dylan thought, dumping the barrel. He returned and leaned it up where he had found it. Returning to his new boss, he took off his gloves, wiped his forehead with his tank top and said, “all set.”

Derek lead the way and the two headed around the corner of the stable to two waiting ATV’s. “Ever ridden one of these?” Derek inquired.

“Only every day,” Dylan chuckled.

They hopped on the four wheelers and raced out a gate, heading into the pasture. They soon hit a trail, which winded through several groves of trees and up into the hills. It wasn’t long, only about 15 minutes, when they arrived at a crystal-clear pond. Derek parked his ATV under a tree and Dylan parked next to his. The two hopped off and walked to the edge of the pond. What happened next, completely caught Dylan off guard.

Derek kicked off his boots, undid his belt buckle and, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his underwear, slid them and his jeans down to his ankles, stepping out of them. Dylan’s new boss, stood naked in front of him. The lower half of his body was just as amazing as the upper. His back was to Dylan, so all he could see was his perfect, tight round ass. He looked over his shoulder as he stepped into the cool, clear water. “Go for a swim?” he invited.

Dylan was still shocked, watching Derek wade in to his waist and then diving in. He disappeared in the water and re-appeared from neck up out in the middle of the pond.

“C’mon in…” Derek shouted. “Water feels great.”

Dylan bent over, untied his boots and slid them off. He then shed his socks and pants and waded into the water. He was a little embarrassed being fully naked in front of his boss, but… what the fuck… his boss was young and hot. His soft cock swung from side to side as he entered the water. He dove in and swam toward Derek until he was a couple feet away. He’d been skinny dipping before, but never with a hot guy like Derek.

“Feels good,” Derek swam over to Dylan, “refreshing on a day like today.”

“Uh… yeah.” Dylan stammered. He wanted to reach out and touch Derek.

Now very close to Dylan, Derek said, “I don’t want to freak you out,” he started, “but I think you’re pretty hot.”

Dylan couldn’t believe his ears. His whole body trembled with anticipation. “Ummm, thanks,” he finally managed to say, “you too.”

Derek, sensing his employee’s hesitation, placed his arms around Dylan’s neck and pressed his body close. Dylan could feel Derek’s large, hard shaft pressing against his own growing cock.

“Is this ok?” Derek looked deep into Dylan’s eyes.

“Yeah.” Is all Dylan could say.

Derek moved one of his hands into the water and gently massaged Dylan’s cock and saggy balls. His hand then traced up Dylan’s abdomen to his chest, stopping to tease his left nipple with his finger. The palm of his other hand moved to the back of Dylan’s head, pulling him forward until their lips met. The kissed deeply, tongue’s mingling. After a moment, Derek disappeared beneath the water and Dylan felt his warm mouth wrap around his dick.

“Oh, fuck!” Dylan moaned.

Derek rose back up, grabbed Dylan’s hand and lead him to shore, where he laid him down on his back on a soft patch of grass. Derek lowered to knees between Dylan’s spread legs and he bent over. He cupped Dylan’s large nuts in his right hand and lifted them to his mouth, taking both in and sucking.

“Jesus!” Dylan arched his back with pleasure.

Derek released his nuts, dragging the tip of his tongue up the curved shaft of Dylan’s cock and then engulfing it fully with his soft lips. This was Dylan’s first time getting his dick sucked and it was way more than he had imagined. He placed his hand on the back of Derek’s head, now sucking him vigorously.

Sensing that he was bringing Dylan close to climax, Derek stopped and moved up, straddling his chest and pressing his thick cock toward Dylan’s mouth with his fingertips.

“Suck my dick,” he demanded.

Dylan looked up at him and without a word, picked his head up and wrapped his lips around the throbbing meat. Derek moved his hips in unison with Dylan’s plunging onto the cock. Dylan enjoyed the taste of the sweaty meat, feeling the pre-cum ooz into his mouth. Derek grabbled a fist full of Dylan’s hair on top of his head, now thrusting his hips as he fucked his mouth.

Dylan gagged as the tip of Derek’s cock pounded the back of his throat. Derek was being very aggressive, but Dylan didn’t mind. He wanted him.

With a swift movement, Derek pulled his cock from Dylan’s mouth, and placed his knees between his legs which he pushed to his chest with the palms of his hands. Dylan writhed with pleasure as Derek dropped his face to his ass, pressing it in between the cheeks and digging into it with his tongue. Dylan had never felt anything like it. He could feel Derek’s tongue inside of his ass.

Derek suddenly rose again and placed the tip of his cock at Dylan’s hole. “I’m gonna fuck you now.” He warned. He didn’t wait for approval, but thrust his hips forward, driving the full length of his rock-hard dick deep into Dylan’s virgin ass, pressing it in hard.

“Ohhhh… FUUUCCCKKK!” Dylan yelled.

Derek stayed still, buried fully int Dylan’s ass. “Want me to stop?”

“N-No” Dylan gazed up at Derek, “but I’ve never been fucked before.”

“Well, you have been now.” Derek slowly slid his cock out until the tip was just inside. Looking down at Dylan’s face, he thrust his hips and drove it all the way back in.

“Ahhh… Jesus.” Dylan’s face winced.

Derek repeated the same movement… out slowly… thrusting it back in. Several times, he repeated it, each time, Dylan crying out. “You like it, don’t you?”

“It hurts so bad,” Dylan panted. “Please don’t stop.”

“Yeah!” Derek said dominantly, “you want me to fuck the hell out of you, don’t you.”

“Yes,” Dylan pleaded.

Derek started thrusting again. In and out of Dylan’s as, his cock pistoned deep inside of him. With furry, Derek fucked Dylan’s ass. Dylan’s cries turned to moaning as his hole stretched around Derek’s girth.

“You like that cock, don’t you?” Derek questioned, continuing to pound Dylan’s ass hard.

“Fuck yes!” Dylan moaned now stroking his cock.

“I’m gonna fill you with cum.” Derek insisted, still ramming as Dylan stroked harder.

“Fuckin’ fill me.” Dylan said wanting to feel it in his ass.

“Aaaahhhhh…. FUUUUCCCCKKKK.” Derek rammed his cock hard into Dylan’s ass hard as it erupted, shooting its warm fluid into Dylan. He thrust a few more times, with each thrust, another shot of cum squirting out.

The pressure on his prostate was more than Dylan could handle. A shot of hot fluid shot from the tip of his dick, up his stomach, across his chest, all the way to his forehead. When he was done, his arms fell to his side in exhaustion. He closed his eyes as he felt Derek’s softening cock slide out of him.

Derek stood to his feet, one on each side of Dylan’s waist. Before Dylan knew what was happening, he felt warm liquid splattering on his stomach and chest, working its way up to his face. Realizing that Derek was now pissing on him, he opened his mouth wide. He thought that if he liked cum so much, he might like piss as well.

Derek directed his stream toward Dylan’s mouth, which the light-yellow liquid quickly filled and overflowed. It seemed like it would never end, but Dylan kept his mouth open until it did.

When it was all over, the two returned to the pond to rinse off. They dressed again, straddled their ATV’s and rode back to the stables.

This was the first day of Dylan’s new job. Many days after were very much like it. Dylan found that he loved getting fucked by his new, young boss.