Camp Ride em Hardt was a wild ride

Introduction:

Jakko's wish to go to summer-camp finally got granted. The Dutch-American bloke turned out to be the one thing that the camp and these campers needed. And that in more ways than one. The cowboy's at the stud-farm rode Jakko very hard. And that was precisely what the bloke had hoped for.

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The road to camp is rocky:

Jakko Dekkers' wish finally came true. The 19-year-old Dutch-American bloke got selected to go to summer camp. Jakko had always wanted to go to one of those. He had loved the stories his American mother had told him about them. But past attempts had consistently failed. He either wasn't eligible, needed to move with his family, or got outright rejected for not being American.

Ever since Jakko turned eighteen, he had sort of given up on the whole idea. Thinking he would be too old now. Until he saw the slick brochure for Camp Ride 'em Hardt. They were looking for junior camp-counselors. And that was - so figured Jakko - probably his last chance of going to camp.

From what Jack could make out in the brochure, the surroundings of the camp were charming. And the hot-looking cowboys were even more appealing to him. Jakko was into that kind of shit himself. He called himself bi-sexual but was way more into men than women. Jakko always fancied getting ridden hard by a nasty ranch-hand or two.

This summer-camp was different than the usual camps. Camp Ride 'em Hardt was for older guys aged fourteen to twenty-one. And in Jakko's mind, the best part was that it was based around an old stud-farm. That was right up Jakko's alley.

Jakko's grandparents had a large stud-farm in the Netherlands themselves. Every summer he spent up there. Helping his grandparents taking care of their Friesian horses or repairing the barns and wooden fences. Jakko had learned those skills from his father, Derk Dekker. He was an international builder-consultant.

On one of his dad's trips to the USA - 20 years ago -, he had fallen in love with a beautiful American woman named Silvia. Long story short, Derk nocked her up, and Jakko got dumped with his dad at the age of four. The two men had traveled the world together ever since. Getting a hands-on education from his father and grandparents.

Jack had his good-looks, blond hair, and neon-blue eyes from his mother. His smooth body and extremely tall six-foot-seven were clearly handed down to Jack by his father.

Just before Jakko's seventeenth birthday, the two men finally settled in America for good. Jack wanted to go to MIT to get a degree. And Derk Dekker became director of an international building firm.

Jakko kept re-reading the letter he got from Mr. Todd Hardt. He was the owner of camp Ride 'em Hardt and the nearby Hardt stud-farm. The letter told Jakko to report to his local train station in the first week of May. From there, he would get picked up by a school bus with several campers. He was contracted for the first of two consecutive stints as a junior counselor.

The name, Todd Hardt, had vaguely rung a bell with Jakko. He got the feeling he had heard it somewhere before. A phone call to his father quickly solved that puzzle. Jakko had spent a few weeks with Todd when he was six. Derk's company had done some work for mister Hardt back then. Jakko could not remember much of it, only that he had the greatest fun fooling around with the cowboys that managed the ranch.

Jakko arrived at the pick-up-point packed and loaded with all of his possessions. He even brought his own saddle and a guitar with him for three months of fun.

Well, it turned out his work started even before the bus arrived. Jakko got jumped by a motley-crew of panicked campers. His camp badge had given him away as a counselor. Some of the guys were left standing at the other pick-up-point across town. Getting told to hitch-hike to this train station instead. The driver had been bribed by some other campers. Those posh-assholes had told him to leave the unfortunate guys standing there because their 'party bus' was supposedly full up. And the fucking bus driver had done just that.

At once, Jakko made a phone call to camp. But Jack got rudely told to go home by the camp's director. His spot as a counselor was supposedly given away to someone else already.

Jakko exploded into a rage, "I have paid to go there!... If you really want to break this contract, then you have another thing coming!... I have twenty-six guys standing around me here... All wanting to go to summer-camp too... Now then, where is our god-damned fucking bus?... Or do I really need to get my father's law firm involved?"

The campers looked in awe at Jakko's aggressive reaction. They had heard everything. Jack put the director on speakerphone. Jakko was willing to fight for them. And that was very much appreciated.

"Okay... Okay... Get them here then... But we don't have a spare bed for you... And the rich father of the other junior counselor is way more important than you are, Dekker!... So take them to the fucking train station, and we'll see if they can be picked up near the camp... Don't bother getting on the train yourself, though!... I don't want loudmouths like you here!... Dick-head!" shouted Edward Moorehead, the camp's director at Jakko.

Jakko made a quick phone call to his dad. Explaining the whole situation to him. His father would call the camp director himself, sorting things out from his end. And Jakko called 4 porters to take the campers to the train. Booking twenty-seven train tickets for them online in one go. Once they arrived at the station, their bags got loaded onboard, and the nervous blokes got ushered onto the train to camp.

Due to Jakko's rapid response, the train company had even coupled an extra carriage to the train. So the boys had a compartment to themselves. Once the lads had settled down, and the train had departed, their nervousness disappeared. Finally, they were on their way to Camp Ride 'em Hardt!

Jakko had envisioned his first camp trip would start quite a bit smoother than this. But the stud kept his cool. And that had a reassuring effect on the campers too.

Getting too familiar:

Jakko set himself in the middle of the carriage on the aisle side. So that he could keep a close eye on his group. These campers were a bit rowdy already. But with Jakko's six-foot-seven and his powerful appearance, he was the right guy for the job. The gorgeous long-haired blond dude had his favorite denim jacket and jeans on. Over a pair of sexy Sendra cowboy boots and his camp-crew sweatshirt. On his head, Jakko wore a small Australian leather cowboy hat. It had a neatly hand-braided leather belt around it. That hat was a gift from his father. Making it Jakko's priced possession. His guitar was the other.

Jakko was teaching the guys some lewd drinking songs with it. Whipping the lads up a bit. Some had even turned a bit horny already. Lamenting that there were no women at that bloody camp.

"Hey, mister?..." asked the young boy sitting across from Jakko, "Are you a cowboy?... You do know there are no horses at the camp anymore, don't you?"

Jack did indeed look like an urban cowboy. So he honestly answered the lad, "Yes, on the first part... Well, sort of... I do know how to ride, though... But no... I did not know about the missing horses... The brochure said there were plenty of opportunities to ride!"

One of the black dudes on the other side of the carriage brutally whipped his stiff cock out of his jeans. Saying, "Yeah, man... You can ride on this one... I'll take you places!" He rudely smirked. Wiggling his six-and-a-half inch stiff black boy-toy around. As if that would impress Jakko.

Jakko calmly handed his priced guitar to the young boy across from him. Ripped the buttons of his 501's open and grabbed his own man-meat out of its stable. It was raring to go. Jakko did not wear any underwear, and his cock and balls were shaved to perfection. The eighteen-year-old gulped as he saw Jakko's ten-inches grow in the blink of an eye.

"I think your ass will need a lot of training before you can even consider taking a ride on this one, stud..." quipped Jakko. Before quickly putting the monster back into its stable. Jakko and the campers laughed their asses off. And he joked, "Maybe later stud... But first, we are about to stop at the next station!... So you may want to put that rod away now." The group laughed even harder now. And the lad tried to put his junk away quickly.

"Ow... Argh... Fuck... That hurts!... Oh, God... Help... OUCH!" shouted Richard in pain. He had caught his foreskin in his zip, putting the boy-toy to bed in haste.

Jakko told the fifteen-year-old, who held his guitar, to take extra good care of it. He got up and made his way to the toilet with Richard Blake. Closing the door behind them. Jack squatted down, releasing the trapped pecker from the zip in one painful fell swoop. The train swayed, and Richard had to steady himself. He placed two hands on top of Jakko's head. Pushing him closer to his thick six-and-a-halve-inch black rod.

Jack did not mind that one bit. He opened wide and let the painful throbbing dick disappear into his mouth. It instantly got hard again.

"Mmmm... So nice!" mumbled both guys at the same time. Smirking dirty at each other. Jakko started to softly soothe the hurting prick. Once Richard noticed that Jack was not about to stop, he swayed his hips back and forth. Timed with the motion of the train. Grabbing onto Jakko's head a bit firmer. Letting his manhood glide between Jack's lips. Jakko enjoyed himself. He had always liked the naughtier way that guys played with each other. And being very open-minded by nature helped him a lot in that sense. He guessed that was his Dutch upbringing. The fact that Jakko and his dad were always surrounded by men must have also helped form the bloke. He wasn't shy around men, anyway.

After a while, Richard pumped his lovely black cock down Jakko's mouth. Holding Jakko's head pressed down for a long time. Silently unloading a few streams of sticky man-juice straight down Jack's throat.

"God... I hope we can do that again some time... Man, you suck a mean bit of dick!... You're way better than my girlfriend."

"Ummm... Girlfriend?... Right... What's HIS name?" laughed Jakko meanly.

"Okay... Okay... Was it that obvious?"

"Yup... You have clearly done that before fucker... But as far as doing that again?... How old are you anyway?"

"I am eighteen in 5 weeks," answered Richard.

"See you in 5 weeks then... Clean your junk up and sit down with the rest... I expect we'll be arriving soon... But be careful putting the horse into the stable this time!" said Jakko, happy. Giving Richard a small kiss on his lips before he left.

The camp's deception:

Not soon after Jakko had rejoined the group, the conductor checked their tickets and announced they would be arriving in fifteen minutes.

At the station, an old army-green school bus was waiting for them. Not driven by one of the camp counselors but by one of the farm's cowboys. Jakko checked all of his group onto the bus, and they departed for their last leg to summer camp. Still an hour's drive from the train station.

Once the bus turned down a hill, the campers got their first look at the extensive campgrounds. Most of the boys were elated to see it again.

However, Jakko's first thought was a lot less enthusiastic. "What a fucking dump!" he thought to himself with a look of disgust on his face. Even from this distance, he could see the camp was run down. The butch cowboy saw Jakko's reaction. And with an apologetic look, he quietly told Jakko, "Yup... that's it... It's an acquired taste, to say the least... Ever since Colonel Hardt handed the running of it to that 'Edward Dickhead', it's been going downhill fast."

The gorgeous Latino twenty-six-year-old driver asked after a while, "... Anyway, what's your name, stud?..."

"Oh... Sorry about that... In all the commotion, I must have forgotten to introduce myself... Hi... Ummm... I am Jakko Dekker... But you can call me Jack."

"Hi, Jack... I am Ian Moreno... I think there is a problem... I don't recall seeing your name on the list... and from what I heard, the camp has been overbooked this time."

"Oh, really?... Perhaps I am on a separate list of counselors?" suggested Jakko hopefully.

"Don't think so, son... They have pulled this trick a couple of years in a row now... Good luck getting your camp fee back from them..." sighed the cowboy.

The hairs on Jakko's neck stood on end. At that point, Jakko wasn't looking forward to summer-camp anymore. But telling the ranch-hand Ian, "We'll worry about that later!... First, let us get this lot to camp... And if they don't have a bed for me there, then I would not mind bunking with you, stud," winked Jakko dirty to Ian.

"Ha... Yeah right... no problem... The only thing is... You'd need to be twenty-one or older to come near our place... We've had some trouble with the law a few years back... Some of the cowboys got a bit too familiar with the younger campers... It turned into a big disaster... The Colonel had to hand the running of the camp over to someone else and having to promise the judge he would not allow campers onto the farm anymore."

As soon as Jakko got off the bus, the camp's director, Edward Moorehead, rushed over to him. Yelling, "What the fuck are you doing here, Dekker?... Haven't I told you not to come?... And who arranged this bus?... I've told my guys to let this lot walk over here if they wanted to come this badly..." The posh-assholes that had Jack and his twenty-six new friends left standing at the pick-up laughed their heads off at him.

Jakko angrily smacked his duffle bag onto the directors' feet. Jack heard Ian drive away behind him. He pulled a copy of his camp-contract out of the bag. Thrusting the papers into the director's hands. The angry man ripped the document up and handed Jakko the list of participants. Jakko's name wasn't on it. "Next time, read the fine print, asshole... Now get lost!... Your trespassing on my property!"

In their Camp Ride 'em Hardt t-shirts, the posh guys laughed meanly when Jakko got brutally told to get lost. Supposedly because there was not even room for one more camper.

And to make matters worse, at that moment it also started pouring with rain. Jakko's face showed his disappointment. His deception was great. Good thing the rain hid his silent tears. Had he really come all this way to be left standing in the rain?

Every cloud has a silver lining:

Jakko decided to walk back to the main street and hitch-hike back to the train station. As suddenly as the rain started, it had stopped. A beautiful rainbow had formed over a nearby horse paddock. Jakko stopped and watched the majestic blond palomino stallion in that pasture. He sat himself down on the top rail of the paddock. Right next to the main gate to the Hardt stud-farm. Feeling sorry for himself.

The horse meanly looked at Jakko for a while. The bloke saw the horse shake its head in anger. Like the camp, this pasture wasn't kept all that well either. Tall spiky grasses and rocks littered the field. The manes of the horse were matted, and he clearly had not been groomed in ages. "Yup, that would make me cranky too," thought Jakko as the horse charged at him.

Having some experience with horses, Jakko stood his ground, and the horse came to an abrupt halt near him. Jakko showed the horse his hand. The stallion smelled him and stepped nearer to the boy. Letting Jakko softly pet him. Whispering calming words to the horse. "At least I made one friend today..." Sighed Jakko, upset.

The horse kept twitching his ears. Rotating them toward Jakko. As if he could see the urban cowboy talking but not hear him all that well.

Ian had come back with Colonel Todd Hardt. He was taking him to see the camp director about Jakko. Both men were stunned to see that Jakko had calmed the wild stallion right down.

"You better come down from the fence, son... Mister is not a safe horse to be around," whispered Todd Hardt sternly at Jakko.

"I am not going anywhere, sir... This horse needs medical help... His ears are plugged, his hair is matted, and Mister is covered in ticks... Besides that... I want my camp-fee and the money for the 27 train tickets I had to buy back... I paid good money to work here... And now I am told to piss off, sir... Ian, get me a pale of water, some needle nose pliers, and cotton balls!" Ian looked questioningly at the Colonel. Todd nodded, and Ian rode back to the stables.

"Have you been told to get lost?... Even after you paid to work for me?... I don't ask my councilors to pay anything!... Something fishy is going on here... Wait here, boy... I'll be right back." Todd Hardt walked to camp for a word with director Edward Moorehead.

Mister kept nudging Jakko. He wanted to take the bloke for a bareback ride. Even kneeling down on his front legs so Jakko could easily mount him. Jakko took Mister up for his offer and rode him slowly across the pasture. Using his manes to guide the wild stallion.

Ian watched the pair having fun. This was the first time the gorgeous Latino cowboy had seen anyone ride Mister. Normally everyone avoided the stallion. He was just too mean.

Jakko rode Mister to the fence where Ian stood with the requested equipment. Jakko calmly presented Mister the pale of water. Scooping some water into his hands and offering Mister a drink. He also calmly showed the pliers and the cotton balls to the horse. Mister knew that Jakko was here to help him.

Jack climbed back onto the fence. Straddling it with one leg in front and one in the back. Leaving his hands free to work on Mister's ears.

Quickly both the stallion's ears got cleaned from the spiky grasses and other debris. Jakko wiped the ears and eyes of Mister clean with the wetted cotton balls. It did wonders to the demeanor of the horse.

Jakko jumped into the pasture and walked away from Mister. The horse faithfully followed the Dutch bloke. They both ran, played, and frolicked through the paddock. Mister Hardt had rejoined his ranch-hand. Watching in amazement how this young man and Mister fooled around. That did the old man well. From the way Todd Hardt carried himself, it was clear that he had sort of given up on life. The enjoyment was gone. Jakko could see that the Colonel must have been a powerful man at some point. A body-builder even. Now he looked more like a muscular version of the KFC-guy, Colonel Sanders. Dressed in all white too and with the same pointy chin beard.

On the other side of the paddock, Mister dropped to his knees. Inviting Jakko to ride him again. Jakko proudly galloped the stallion to Colonel Hardt and Ian. Combing the horse's manes in the process.

"I've talked with the camps director and your father... Your dad says hi... He asked me to get you a job at the farm if you want it this summer... I can't let you stay there, though... But there is a groundskeeper cottage that you could rebuild if you're willing to stay there, son... And your camp fee and the train tickets are coming out of the director's salary... I'll pay you well if your willing to help mow the camp this summer," suggested Todd Hardt.

"Okay... You got yourself a deal, sir... If I am also allowed to ride some horses and fix up some other stuff around here... It sure could need some TLC!"

"Not a problem... You'll be staying near the campsite... So we are not in breach of any rules either," said Todd Hardt, happy.

With a little pep in his step, the Colonel, Ian, Mister, and Jakko walked back to the ranch. Jakko took Mister to the stable block where a water hose and grooming stuff hang on the wall. Without anyone asking, he washed Mister down. The gray stallion turned bright blond after all the mud and dirt got washed away. Mister was a handsome devil. A bit naughty, biting the water hose and kicking the buckets around. But it was more playful than anything else.

The Colonel and Ian talked with some of the other cowboys. Watching from a distance in amazement how Jakko calmly handled the unruly horse.

From the ranch's other side, the foreman came running with a large bullwhip in hand. Screaming and yelling at poor Jakko. Before Jakko had understood what was going on, he was struck down by the whip. It had ripped his denim jacket sleeve clean off. And pulled Jakko onto the filthy ground. The foreman, Rodney Smith, raised his booted leg, meaning to kick Jack brutally in the face with it. Mister came to the rescue. He knocked the foreman to the ground. Knocking poor Jakko out in the process too.

The first ride on a Latino stallion:

Hours later, when Jakko came round, he lay naked in a warm and comfortable bed. He watched Ian beat himself off over some porn magazines on the bunk next to his.

"Need a hand with that, Ian?" grinned Jack dirty.

Ian looked over at Jakko and smiled at him. He got up and walked over to Jack. Asking the boy softly, "How are you feeling, kid?... Rod had knocked you out cold... You fell straight in a pile of crap, so we had to clean you up and wash your clothes... But not to worry, Mister has defended your honor... He kicked Rod's ass!"

Jakko put a hand on Ian's masterpiece. Weighing the plumb balls and caressing the shaft poking out Ian's jeans and leather cowboy chaps. Ian lent forward a bit, and Jakko lovingly took the hot Latino cock in his mouth. Sucking him off in the same tempo as Ian had been wanking. Ian started to sweat and breathe a lot faster. He was clearly enjoying this attention, not having had any oral sex in months. Ian was very impressed by the 19-year-old's abilities. He grabbed Jakko's dick under the bedsheet and jerked him off too. Even letting his hand wander to the bloke's back-door. Sliding 2 rough fingers straight in there. Stretching Jack open. Jakko noticed that someone had been lubing his hole while he was out cold. But he did not care anymore. All Jack wanted was to get ridden hard by this gorgeous Latino cowboy. And with one look, Ian knew how he could soothe the aching boy.

Jakko watched hornily how Ian put a rubber on his nice cock, and he tried to pull his legs up in anticipation. A sharp pain struck Jakko's chest, though. His chest and right arm were bandaged up. "What the fuck happened to me?" asked Jakko in shock.

"Foreman Smith happened... He struck you down good... You have a small cut on your arm and abrasions on your beautiful chest."

"That asshole!... What did he do that for?"

"Where do I begin?... Your not twenty-one yet... You were helping to clean Mister... Oh, and Rodney Smith is an asshole!... Has been ever since he wasn't allowed to fuck the female campers anymore by the Colonel... The camp turned into a boy's only affair after that... But talking about fucking assholes... Can I do yours?"

Jack tried to lift his legs in the air again.

"Take it easy, boy!... Let me do all the heavy lifting... You just lay there and look pretty!" panted Ian, horny as fuck. Ian lubed up his dick and shoved his nine-inch rubbered Latino man-meat slowly into Jakko's ass. Laying the lad's legs in his neck, he started to ride the hot fuck-hole with long, tender strokes. Jack looked up at the 26-year-old and sighed profoundly and sharply as he got penetrated by him. Ian got a firm grip on Jack's packer as if he was grabbing the horn of a saddle for leverage.

"Oh, shit, dude... Wow, you're so big!... Fuck yeah... take my hole, Ian... Ride me, cowboy!... I love it!... What a big cock, man..." mumbled Jakko in pleasure.

"Fuck your tight, Jack... I do love me a tight moist ass..."

As time got by, the two of them got hotter and hornier. Ian was screwing the best hole he had fucked in years. And Ian wasn't even gay! Jakko had seen the ring on his finger. With some sharp thrusts inside Jakko's butt, Ian announced that he was going to shoot him.

Jakko joked, "I do hope you mean with that lovely hard cock of yours and not with a gun... I have had enough trouble for one day!"

Ian toppled over onto Jakko, laughing hard. The joke had ripped Ian right out of his concentration. And as they laughingly kissed, he had to start all over again. Jack did not mind that one bit. It had been a while since he was screwed by a muscle stud like Ian. And he had already learned a few new tricks from Ian that Jack was dying to try out himself.

Ian pulled out and placed Jakko belly first onto a cushion on his desk. Screwing him hard from behind. It did not take long before Ian ripped off the rubber, spraying a hot load over Jakko's back-door. Then directly sliding his dirty cock bareback into Jakko's gaping asshole again. Resting his body on the sperm-covered back of Jakko.

Kissing Jack's neck and whispering to him, "Fuck!... I needed that... thanks, man... You got a hot ass, boy... Wait until the rest of the guys take a turn on your hole!"

Ian reached around Jack and milked a sticky load from Jakko's ten-inch Dutch cock. His leather-gloved hand felt really lovely and yet so rough on the boy-toy.

"Oh shit... O, God... I am close, man... Milk me dry, cowboy... I am going to... Ah... Shit... Here it cums... Oh yeah... Argh... Hmmm... Oh fuck yeah." panted Jakko, hot and bothered. It didn't take long before Jakko unloaded massive streams of spunk right onto the glove. Ian made Jakko lick some of it up before sucking the rest off himself.

"Damn stud... Looks like you needed that too... Didn't you?... Remind me to take that monster up my hole sometime... I could use a good drilling myself!... Fuck, this was nicer than with my girl!" panted Ian hornily. "But tell me, Jakko, that you're not a fucking camper... I'd be in so much fucking trouble if you are!" shouted Ian worriedly.

"Technically, I was supposed to be a counselor, and I am 19 years old," told Jakko with a grin. "And since I was kicked out before my job even started there, I can't be considered as camper either... Now, can I?"

Jakko continued, "Could you slide out, please... This position is starting to hurt my ribs." Ian quickly removed himself from Jakko's gaping ass. Dropped behind him and licked the wide-open hole clean with his tongue. That sent waves of pleasure throughout Jakko's body.

A botched apology:

Tylor Reed, Ian's thirty-nine-year-old black buddy, poked his head into the bunkroom. Grinningly watching how Ian rimmed Jack's buttocks and ass clean. He hissed at the fucking hot men, "Pssst... Ian... Smith is coming!"

Carefully Ian lifted Jack onto the bunk again. Zipped himself back up and pulled a sheet over Jakko. Jack pretended to be asleep when Rodney Smith entered Ian's bunkroom.

"Wake up, kid!..." shouted the foreman. Kicking gruffly against the bed.

"...five more minutes, daddy..." quipped Jakko at the forty-six-year-old foreman.

"The Colonel wants me to apologize to you... God knows what for?... You don't belong here, faggot!... And that useless horse is going to the glue factory!..." said Rodney gruffly.

"Go on then?... I am waiting!" asked Jakko. Looking mean at foreman Rod.

"What the fuck do you mean, asshole?" shouted Rod angrily.

"For you... To apologize to Mister and to me... You ripped my favorite coat, and you cut my arm and chest... So I am waiting for that apology... And you can apologize to Mister as well... He only protected me from that nasty bullwhip of yours... I hope he left a permanent mark... Oh, and you can apologize to the Colonel as well for maltreating his horses... Who the hell uses a bullwhip these days... That's barbaric!"

"I will do no such thing!... Stupid camper!" replied foreman Rodney Smith defiantly. He had clearly not noticed that the Colonel had followed him to Ian's and Jack's bunkroom.

"Okay, Rod... Then you are sacked!..." barked the Colonel at Rodney Smith, "Mister Reed... Get this man packed and out of here!... One more thing, Rodney... The boy had a point earlier... You owe him a new jacket!... Oh, and Tylor... take a full set of clothes for Jakko out of his last pay-check... Give Jakko the man's bullwhip as well... He can use it on the asshole if he's not gone within two hours... I'll inform the sheriff myself," instructed the Colonel harshly.

"Sir... Yes sir, with pleasure!..." grinned Tylor, relieved. Rodney Smith tugged his tail between his legs and backed away.

"Son... I do apologize... I'll get John and Wesley to fetch your gear... And you can dine with us and sleep in his bed tonight if you want... I'll sort out the situation at the camp tomorrow."

"Hmmm, thank you, sir... But I think I'll heal better if I can sleep here with Ian tonight, though," smirked Jakko at the Colonel.

"Ha... Yeah, your father said you'd like that... Okay... If Ian doesn't mind..."

"Of course not, sir!... Look at the stud... He's a hotty!" laughed Ian.

"Take a shower, boy... and join us for dinner tonight... I'll make sure the twins cook us something nice... Ian... Take mister Dekker to town and get him kitted out... Let's make a proper Hardt cowboy out of him... Something a little kinky... Perhaps some leather would suit him well," grinned Todd. Eyeing Jakko's pleased reaction.

This indeed made up for a lot of things that happened to poor Jakko today. For the first time, he felt properly welcomed.

Ian showed Jakko the showers and helped to remove the bandages. The lad cleaned himself as best he could. Asking Ian to wash the horse shit out of his shoulder-length wavy blond hair. Since he could not lift his arm all that well.

Later, the two drove to town and bought Jakko a few new clothes. A new black denim jacket and a tight pair of leather jeans. As well as some other garments. Jakko ogled some work boots too. The boots were an uncommon mixture of a square nose biker boot with butch cowboy heal and embellishing classic stitches. The square nose of the work boot was decorated with a sturdy black metal strip.

Ian smiled as he saw Jack debating with himself if he should get them. Ian handed Jakko a pair to try on for looks. They sucked themselves onto Jakko's feet as if they were handmade for him.

A new beginning:

Wearing the tight leather jeans, the new denim jacket, and those fucking cool work boots, Jakko strutted into Todd's formal dining room. The men were already seated. Normally they ate in the bunkhouse by themselves. The Colonel had not joined them in years for dinners, apart from the thanksgiving and Christmas meals.

"Wow, Jakko... that's a damned good look on you, son!" said the Colonel proudly.

"Thank you, sir... Ian got a great eye for these kinds of things... He helped me a lot."

"Kiss up!..." joked the twins Wesley and John together.

"Don't be jealous, guys... I am sure that mister Dekker would love to 'help' you boys too... Jakko, meet John and Wesley Barker... You have already met Tylor Reed... Haven't you, Jakko?" asked Todd Hardt.

"Yes, sir... Won't you be a bit short-staffed now that, what's his name, has left?" asked Jakko.

"Ummm... Good point, son... Ty... can you take over as foreman, please?... And get us four or five extra ranch-hands?... Preferably some that are a lot less homophobic than mister Smith was... It's time we get this place looking as it should have been... Oh... and guys... I don't mind you fuck around after work-hours... Just keep your hands off the campers!... We don't need a repeat of what happened with, what's his name."

"What about young Jakko here?" asked Ian, a little startled by that news.

"I'll make an exception for him... Legally the judge told us you need to be at least 21 to 'work' at the farm... But I think I know a way around that if you're willing to rebuild your own cabin, Jakko... Helping out making some repairs to the camp... So technically, he won't be living with us... And he is not a camper either!... Jakko, here is your new work contract, son... Guys, if Jakko agrees, he will be our new groundskeeper and handyman... Ian, he'll be working directly for you!... John... Wesley... Unless Jakko tells you other ways, he's off-limits!... You feel me?" said the Colonel sternly. The two men reluctantly nodded yes.

Jakko looked questioningly over to Ian. He quietly gestured that he would tell Jakko all about it later. Jakko got handed the contract. He also received a vintage black leather Stetson with the camps logo and Rodney Smith's bullwhip.

The men ate, drank, and were merry.

A hot dessert:

"Sorry to ask, guys... But where are the toilets around here?... I need to piss like a racehorse," laughed Jakko.

"Let me show you, Jack... I got to go too," said Tylor Reed friendly. He lay a hand on Jakko's shoulder, "Come with me, son!... I'll show you the trough," answered Tylor, grabbing at his crotch.

"Cool... But could you all stop calling me son, please?... My name is Jakko or Jack for short," asked Jakko.

"Yeah, sure... And we'll call you Jackoff, for long, I bet... Son!" Joked the Colonel gruffly. And the men rolled on the floor laughing. But Jack just dangerously squinted at Todd Hardt. Making the Colonel apologize for his bad joke. Something the men had never seen happen before.

Side by side, Tylor and Jack took a wicket leak in the urinals.

"Shit, Tylor?"

"What?"

"There's a stallion out there missing his horse cock," joked Jakko watching how Tylor's eleven-inch thickly veined monster slong started to get hard. It was easily the thickest dick Jakko had seen. And this bloke had seen quite a few.

Tylor turned his pet to Jakko. Asking the boy, "Want to pet my anaconda?"

"Well, I do hope you can teach me to play with that thing one day."

"Why wait?... Get to your knees and suck the piss off it, boy!" commanded Tylor Reed sternly. Waiting for Jakko's reaction. He was not one to force the issue.

Jakko flicked the last drops of piss off his own stiffening prick and slowly sank to his knees. He took Tylor's pet anaconda between the back of his two hands, stroking his fingers all the way down along the shaft. Jakko opened his lips wide and licked the piss of the throbbing glans. Gobbling the big black monster cock up as deep as he could manage. And that was actually quite a lot. Certainly, more than enough for Tylor to start to enjoy this service job.

"Fuck kid... You have done this before... Do you like it?"

"Yeah, sir... I certainly do... Man, your such a horse!"

"Go deep on it, boy... Take that big meat down... Swallow it... Oh, fuck, I can feel your throat!... I love it!"

"Mumble... Grumble... Gurgel... Mmmm... Ah... Slurp... Oh... *cough*... Oh, shit... *suck*... Slurp... *suck*..." Jakko's mouth got filled with a hot and sticky dessert.

"Nice job, dude!" exclaimed Tylor nastily. "Fuck, you'll fit in well here, boy!... Plenty of horse cock to play around with," said Tylor as he gave Jakko a quick blowy as well. With both hands on Tylor's cropped afro, he guided himself to the high point of the day. Dumping a big load deep into his new foreman's throat.

"Are all you guys... Ummm... Well... Ummm... gay?" Asked Jakko timidly of Tylor on their way back to the dining hall. Not wanting to upset anyone.

"Nope, but most enjoy a hot hole... Some a bit more than others... But we are not that picky... You best stay away from John, though... He's way out of your league, kid... He's a wrecking ball if you catch my drift... That one's into the more brutal shit... But if you need a quick dump, then Wesley's your man... Power bottom... A real gay pig-boy, that one... The dirtier, the better he likes it." said Tylor.

"How the hell do you tell them apart?" asked Jakko.

"Look at their ear-rings," whispered Tylor once they walked back into the hall for dessert.

The men ate dessert at the dinner table, and mister Hardt handed Jakko the new contract. Jakko signed at the dotted line. Jack did not even check how much money he was going to earn for this gig. When Jakko finally did, he nearly fainted in joy. This really was a well-paying summer-time job with a lot of benefits. And the hours were very reasonable. Leaving him plenty of time to join in some camp activities.

After dinner, Ian took Jakko on a tour of the facilities. And showed him the old barn with all the disused heavy equipment. Jakko's mind was racing already. He could see himself fixing up the diggers, roller, crane, and the old road paving equipment. That pleased Ian no end.

"Finally, someone who is willing to give it a try," sighed Ian, happy.

He also showed Jakko the old groundskeeper's cabin near Camp Ride 'em Hardt. With the lawnmowers and tools that Jakko would be working with. Even the run-down state of the place did not bother Jakko one bit. "It is only for 14 weeks," Jack thought to himself.

That night, back in the bunkhouse, he cuddled up with Ian, who had missed the feeling of a warm body next to him. Living apart from his misses for most of the year. It made up for the deception when he first arrived at Camp Ride 'em Hardt.

The morning after the night before:

The next morning Jack awoke early by himself. But even that wasn't early enough for Ian. The Latino stud had already gone to work. Tending to his morning chores. Letting Jack sleep in. Jakko put on his new leather jeans and work boots. Putting on the white cowboy dress shirt with the camp logo that Ian had laid out for Jack. The air was still nippy this early morning, so he took his new denim jacket downstairs as well.

"Looking good, stud... Sleep well?" asked Tylor when he saw Jack walking outside.

"Very well... Thank you, sir..." replied Jack.

"Enough with the sir... Just call me Ty!"

"Okay... When's breakfast... Ummm... Ty?"

"You're going to have breakfast with Ian and the Colonel at camp... He wants to introduce you to the staff himself... Fetch your Stetson and your saddle... Then saddle up Mister, Jack... The Colonel wants to see you ride him like your rode Ian last night..." joked foreman Tylor Reed.

"Ha... Okay, sir..." laughed Jack. Full well knowing that nothing actually happened between Ian and Jakko last night. The men just shared a bed together. But it was the thought that counted. It made Jack a little giddy.

Jack saddled up the Palomino stallion Mister. The horse had galloped out the stable block when Jakko called his name. Rearing on his hind legs in front of Jack.

"Show off!..." called Jack to the stallion. Who promptly calmed down. He took a few steps closer to Jack and laid his head over Jakko's left shoulder. The bloke petted Mister's cheek and stroked his ear with the other hand. The stallion whinnied in pleasure at his human's touch. Pulling the Stetson cowboy hat from Jack's head.

Ian, Tylor, and the Colonel had watched the spectacle from a distance. Very impressed by the bond between horse and cowboy.

Tylor had to help the Colonel into the saddle of his personal mare. She was a beautiful white albino palomino horse. Jack thought that it was odd that the 67-year-old horse farmer needed help mounting his horse. But kept his mouth shut about it. Instead, he asked Todd Hardt, "Why are the men calling you Colonel, sir?"

"Ah... I was a colonel in the United States Army Corps of Engineers."

"Oh, now I get why you have so much heavy equipment on site."

"Right... When your father called me yesterday, we got to talking about you... Well... When I saw that you could also handle yourself around horses, I knew I needed to keep you around... We sure could need the help around here."

Jack did not reply to that. He found it a bit odd, though. What had the Colonel actually meant by, 'I need to keep you around?' Did he have other plans for Jack? Other than the 14 weeks for this summer-time job? Jakko had already applied to MIT. He had been accepted to go with a full scholarship at the end of this summer. Jakko's father had even rented an apartment for him. Right across from the university on the Charles riverfront.

The men chatted about the camp. Bringing Jakko up to speed on what needed to be done. Asking Jack to start making plans. Again something odd happened. Todd Hardt told Jakko not to bother him with the plans. He would give him full control. Letting Jack do whatever needed to be done. In effect, handing Jakko Dekker a blank check. And just to report to Ian or Tylor if he had any questions. Ian looked at Jack's questioning look and raised his shoulders. Not knowing what to think of this behavior himself.

The men rode their horses around the stud-farm. Entering the camp from the back. Jakko saw the large amounts of standing water, the pot-holed riddled paths, and the dilapidated cabins. The paths and huts bothered him the least. But the fact there was standing water in the camp worried him. It had not been raining for weeks. And yet, the valleys between the unnatural-looking hills were filled with water. The campers would have very little flat space to play around on, thought Jakko.

They rode the horses past the campers. The lads were on their way to morning assembly and breakfast in the main hall. Watching how Jakko rode Mister alongside the Colonel and the ranch-hand. Whispering in awe to each other, what a fucking cool sight the three men were.

At the parking lot, Jack asked the Colonel, "What's up with those mounts of... Ummm... What is dumped there, anyway?" Three-quarters of the parking lot was used as a dumping ground. The stuff had been there a while.

"Ah... One of Ed Dickhead's 'get rich quick schemes'," answered Todd Hardt heavy heartedly. "I think it's clinker from a cement factory."

The man tied the horses out front. When they walked inside, Jack saw the slick brochure of the camp.

"You asked me what I would change, sir?... Compare these photo's to the actual product that your selling..."

"Ah... Right... I see your point..." replied the Colonel.

"I think we need to start fixing up the roads and the issues you have with standing water first... That is, if I have time enough after mowing the camp as well."

A surprising start of summer camp:

Ian and Jack were taking off their chaps and jackets when Linda Dumond greeted the 3 men.

"Hi, Linda!... Lin... meet Jakko Dekker... He'll be our new groundsmen... Jack... This is Linda Dumond, our nurse." said Todd Hardt, happy to see the 23-year-old army nurse again. Linda opened her arms wide and pressed Jack to her ample bosom. "Nice to see a strapping dude like you willing to help out around here!... I heard about the way Edward treated you yesterday... Sorry about that!" she said warmly.

"What's done, is done... I think it might have turned out okay... Let's try to make things better..." replied Jack. Stunned by the beautiful young brown-haired woman. Her wavey brown hair was so long it could tickle her ass.

The Colonel snickered, "Let's try... Essayons!" The perfect motto of the US ACE!" Giving Jack a high five.

"Lin... can you call all the camp staff in... I need to open this camp year in style... Even get Cook to join!" The last bit, Todd said with disgust on his face.

Jack pressed a hand on the Colonel's shoulder once Linda had gone. Saying, "Now... now... Let's treat the staff with respect... Even if you have to fake it, sir..."

The Colonel nodded apologetically and followed Ian and Jack to the camp's main assembly hall. Both men swung the double doors open for him. Stepping aside to give the Colonel the grant entrance he deserved. Following him to the podium on the other side of the hall. The Colonel was in his element. Beaming at the campers. It was clear to Jack that the owner had missed opening the summer-camps himself. Halfway in the hall, the staff members sat. On the other side, the camp counselors were seated.

The rich guy that had taken Jakko's place as junior counselor joked to his mates, "Look... That's the Jackoff I have been telling you about... That dirty fucker is probably gay!... Foreign piece of shit that one!... I think our leader said he was European... And what's he wearing... Does he think it's Halloween or something... I bet he doesn't know a horse's mouth from its ass!"

Mister Hardt calmly walked over to the asshole. And whispered something in his ear. The guy openly started to cry as he walked back to the counselor's camp-house to collect his gear. The Colonel had sent the dude packing.

The camp director, Edward Moorehead, protested something fears. Wanting to know why Jakko was even still here. Wearing camp staff clothing and all. He demanded that Jack would leave instead. Telling Todd Hardt that he owned the camp now.

"You don't own anything!... You just run this camp... Badly, I may add... And you better hope I won't find anything wrong with the camp's administration, Edward Dick..." started the Colonel to shout. But Jack placed a hand on the Colonel's chest. Wordlessly asking, "Count with me... 10, 9, 8, 7..." Todd calmed down and smiled at Jakko. The man was about to knock Edward to the ground if Jack had not stepped between the two.

Mister Hardt made a riveting speech to the campers. Beaming at them as only he could. Telling them that he would see to it that they could get some horse-riding again this year. And the campers cheered at that suggestion. In closing, he asked them, "What do we do here?" The campers all responded in unison, "We Ride 'em Hardt!" Ian got chills, hearing Colonel Hardt give a welcome speech again. He had not done that for years.

"Now, let me introduce you to a new member of staff... This is Jakko Dekker... Jack will be taking over from me..."

Much more after that, Jakko did not hear. It was as if he had been gut-punched with two electric fingers thrust into his ears. Those words had made Jack's mind short-circuit.

Ian had to nudge Jack in the ribs to snap him out of it.

"You're up, dude... Tell the campers something about yourself and your plans for the campsite."

"Oh... yeah, right... What the fuck just happened?" asked Jack of Ian.

"Don't know... Just step up and own the place!... You got this, dude!"

"Hi... I'll keep this short, shell I?... My name is Jack... In the next 14 weeks, I'll be making plans to make our camp even better... Keeping the grass mown and repairing the bicycles, motorbikes, and boats... I can't do that all by myself, though... I hope that some of you will be giving me a helping hand, especially with feeding and grooming the horses... Only then we can?..."

"...Ride 'em Hardt!..." chanted the campers again. Jakko stumbled away from the microphone. Nearly tripping over his own two feet. He gave the Colonel a glaring look and ran out the dining hall.

Linda, the camp's nurse, found Jack with his head stuffed down a toilet bowl. Puking his guts out. She had lovingly grabbed his long, wavey blond hair. Handing Jack a water bottle and paper towels to clean himself up.

"Not one for speaking in public?" asked Linda, checking his pulse and temperature in the process.

"No... It's what that fucking Colonel said... He hired me as groundskeeper... and now he wants me to take over from him?... He's the fucking owner... I can't do that!... I feel like I am being..." sputtered Jack. Making himself throw-up a little more. "...I feel like I am being setup... Or groomed for something that has not even been discussed with me... A lot of people talk behind my back... Very few actually talk with me, though... I HATE THAT!"

Jack thanked Linda as he took the water bottle from her. Jakko walked outside to Mister. He led the stallion back to the paddock he found him in yesterday.

Quit while your ahead:

From that Thursday until Saturday afternoon, Jack sort of enjoyed himself, by himself. Not seeking any contact with Todd Hardt, Ian Moreno, or even the camp-staff. He had set up a cod in the leaky groundskeeper's cottage. And made his own breakfast, lunch, and dinners on the small kitchenette. He even did his own shopping. Using one of the motorcycles from camp to get to the nearest town.

Jack bush-hogged around the campsite using an old Ferguson tractor. And mowed the extensive campgrounds these three days. But his nights were very short. Jack kept thinking back to the stuff the Colonel had said. If Todd wanted him to stay on, then he should have told him that from the beginning. Otherways Jack would just go to university.

Jack had already written his letter of resignation on Thursday. But the Dutch bloke had given himself some time to think things over. Jack actually liked the work he was doing. Or the prospect of updating the camp. Perhaps even more so than getting a university degree at MIT. But the uncertainty kept him up these past few nights.

Jack worked on the rutted tracks on the main drive. Removing the strip of grass from the center and the sides. Giving the pooled water a place to drain away to. After Jack had run the tractor with a large steel brush over the rutted tracks of the main drive, he had made up his mind. Either Todd Hardt would explain his actions and hire Jack. Or Jack would hand in his resignation. Jakko Dekker was no fool. He needed to see where his path would take him. Jack had learned that from trodding the globe with his father for fifteen years. He always knew what was going to happen then, and he needed to know that now.

Jack picked up his personal gear and left the new stuff in the groundskeeper's cottage. Opening the main gate of the Hardt stud-farm, Mister ran up to greet Jakko. He stopped the tractor and said his goodbyes to Mister. Jack had convinced himself he would be better off heading back to Cambridge, MA, than staying at the ranch.

Jack walked upstairs to the private chambers of Todd Hardt. Before he knocked, he heard Todd yell at Tylor. "Fuck Ty... Be careful, man... That hurts!"

Jakko Dekker knocked three times at the door. No one answered. After waiting a while, he knocked again. Still, no one came to the door. "Shit..." Thought Jakko angrily. "I'll just stuff the letter under the door then... Let them figure it out... The letter is clear enough!... They either talk with me, or I am gone!"

Jack kicked gruffly against the bottom of the door in anger. He listened for a moment longer and then stuffed the letter of resignation under the door.

A corner still poked out on the hallway side. Someone took the letter and walked away from the door with it.

The letter read:

Letter of resignation.

Sir,

I regret to inform you that I will not work for someone who is not totally honest with me.

You hired me for a 14 week period as a groundskeeper. Yet when I listen carefully at what you say, you seem to have other plans in mind for me.

You failed to communicate those plans with me.

It is as if you tell an army recruit that he is to be the general now, because you have given up. I don't have near enough experience to: 'take over from you' as you said on Thursday.

You failed to communicate with me after that as well. I can't work under these circumstances. After this summer, I am going to MIT.

Therefore, and with great regret, I terminate our contract and resign my post effective immediately.

signed: J.P. Dekker

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Rehired after the resignation:

Jakko sighed and left. He walked with all his personal belongings out the back of the ranch. Taking a shortcut across the river to the nearby town. There he booked himself into a hotel. Wanting to experience small-town USA. Before heading to his new home.

As if a great weight had been lifted, Jakko fell asleep on the plush double bed. All through the night, Jack kept waking up because of the police sirens outside. "I have done nothing wrong, so they are not looking for me," kept Jakko telling himself. Dozing right back off to sleep again. It was well past ten o'clock when Jakko awoke. He took his hotel room key and asked about a café or lunchroom that was open at that time of day on Sunday. The manager pointed the blond God to a Dutch delicatessen shop in the center of town. Jack bought some snacks there. Surprising the elderly Dutch couple by addressing them in their native tongue. Getting himself invited to stay for lunch with them.

Jack had heard from the van der Meer's that the police and half the camp-staff were out looking for someone.

After lunch, he bought himself a nice vintage bomber jacket, a camo baseball cap, and purple retro sunglasses. Hiding his long hair into a man-bun underneath it. Jakko Dekker did not want to be found. At least not by the campers.

Back at the hotel, the manager asked the nine-teen-year-old Jakko, "Are you in trouble with the law, son?"

"Not that I am aware off, sir... I have resigned from my job at Camp Ride 'em Hardt, though... That place just wasn't for me... But I doubt that last night's commotion was for that, do you?" Jakko asked the hotel manager. He agreed with Jack on that and let him go up to his room.

For dinner, Jack went to a nice restaurant the van der Meer's had suggested to him. Mary van der Meer, her younger sister, ran the popular place. Jakko had a lovely Dutch home-cooked dinner there. Playing a bit of piano afterward. To the great pleasure of the other customers.

Late that evening, the hotel manager told Jakko again, "Still more people came looking for you... This time the new camp director and some ranch-hand... Sure you're not in any trouble?"

"No more than I was this afternoon... I really don't want to talk to those guys right now... Please make sure I can relax in private... Or I will find myself a new place to stay!" said Jakko, clearly annoyed.

He went up to his room and hung the 'do not disturb' sign on the door. Locking it firmly behind him.

Yet right before Jakko decided to turn in for the night, the manager unlocked the door. He burst into the room unannounced, with a guy that Jakko had only seen once before at camp on Thursday. Jakko only wore the skimpy hotel bathrobe. Jack usually slept naked.

"What's the meaning of this?" shouted Jack angrily at the manager. Clamping the bathrobe tight around his body.

"They just need to talk to you, son," replied the manager.

"I am not your son!... Get out and make sure the bill is ready for me first thing tomorrow morning... I am not staying here a minute more than I have to!... Now get lost!"

"I do apologize, sir..." stammered the hotel manager.

"Still here?" asked Jakko Dekker angrily. The manager apologized again and left.

"Now... As for you?... What the hell do you want from me?... And who the fuck are you anyway?"

Very calmly, he said, "Hi... We've met at camp... I am Woody Johnson..."

Jack could not help himself. He burst out in an uncontrollable bout of boyish laughter. "Sure you are... Woody Johnson, hèy?... Ummm... Is that your porn name... or is that your real name?" cried Jack with tears of actual laughter.

"Well, now that you ask... my passport says I am Wezley Dick Johnson... That ain't much better, is it?" laughed Woody naughtily.

"That all depends on the dick, Johnson?..." joked Jakko. Woody dropped his jogging pants and outshot a dick as thick as a coke-can. And twice as long. The thing was as bent as a banana too. Pointing upward, straight at Jack's belly button. With a neatly trimmed curly brown bush above it. "That's a nice Dick, Woody... Ummm... Johnson... But that still does not explain why the fuck you come bursting into my room!"

"Well, can we sit down?... The Colonel does not want me to tell you this... But he's not well... He has been looking for someone like you for years now."

"That much I figured out by myself... So why are you here?"

"To ask you to come back..." sighed Woody.

"Hmmm... Come over your back... We can do that too..." joked Jakko half-heartedly. "Is the Colonel willing to tell me the truth and trust me, though?"

"I think he is... And as far as shooting your new camp director in the back... Hmmm, I would not mind that one bit..." laughed woody softly, grabbing Jack's ten-inches bald dick and playing with it. Letting it grow in his warm hand.

"Just so you know, Woody, Dick, or Johnson... Or whatever you call that fat thing of yours... You're on probation... I won't make any promises until I have spoken to Todd... But he'll better play it straight with me from now on!... Do you think the hotel would mind you staying over for breakfast?" asked Jack naughtily as he kissed Woody on the lips. Jack had fallen for the thirty-eight-year-old camp director.

Jack sat himself down on his hands and knees. His ass pointed over the edge of the bed. And Woody dove right in. Giving Jakko Dekker the rim job of a lifetime. Lubing the fuck-hole with copious amounts of spit. He had clearly done that before.

"So... Camp Director... Want to play with my ten-inch camper too?... Do you spit, or do you swallow?... Oh, wait... I don't care... I will make you swallow it all!... Now open the cabin front-door. You're gonna swallow me down all the way!" Jack rolled onto his back. Letting Woody Johnson swallow his semi-hard Dutch dick down his throat. The harder Woody sucked, the rougher Jack face-fucked the thirty-eight-year-olds throat. Making him gag and sputter. Using his aggression toward the camp as a bad excuse. But Woody did not seem to mind it one bit.

Once Jack had full control over Woody, he made him stuff the thick curvey banana into his cabin's back-door too.

"Shit, that thing is so fat... Wait, man... I need more lube than that!" Together they lubed up and gave it another shot. Jack squatted down over Woody and profoundly sighed as he sat down. Cursing all the way down. His hotel room phone rang. He made Woody answer it, telling him, "I don't want to speak to anyone!... Deal with it... You still don't have me convinced it's worth my time going back there!"

Woody told the person on the other side of the line that he found Jakko and interrogated him as he spoke. Telling the person to call off the search.

Jack road the monster cock hard and noisily during that phone call. Culminating in a loud orgasm from Woody before he had a chance to hang up.

"Anyone we know?" asked Jakko.

"Tylor Reed."

"Did that... Done him," sighed Jack while he penetrated Woody raw. Fucking the crap out of him.

Thirty minutes later, both men fell dirty but satisfied into a deep sleep.

Another week another contract:

On Monday, Woody Johnson drove Jack back to the ranch. He took his duffle bag and saddle to Todd's apartment. Knocking on Todd's door, he found Tylor and Linda administering the medications to the Colonel.

"Sit down, son... Won't take long..." called Tylor

Linda walked past Jack and whispered, "Don't upset him... He needs to rest."

Jakko watched how Todd wanted to get out of bed. So he walked over and set himself on the edge of the bed, pressing a calming hand on Todd's shoulder.

"I won't take up much of your time Todd... All I want to know now is if I am here for thirteen weeks or for the next few years?"

"If you want the job... Then you can stay as long as you like, son... I see so much of me in you... It is scary... I have cancer and not long to live... But don't tell the rest!... Promise me, please, Jack?"

"How long have John, Wesly, and Ian been working for you, sir?"

"Some a decade or more," coughed Todd.

"Then don't you think they have a right to know?... Help them plan for the future too... Anyway, that's up to you... But I can't keep this a secret... It won't make you better or worse... But it may give them a chance to say goodbye." said Jack with a lump in his throat. "Anyway... You can't die yet!... You still have to tell me what it is you need me to do... Or how to run a place like this... So here is the deal... I'll eventually take over if you want... But you have to stick around long enough to teach me everything you know!... Hmmm... And I may need a place to call my own... I need security in my life."

"Deal... You've got the job, son!..." said Todd as he pulled Jack close, kissing him in thanks. Tears streamed from his eyes in utter relief. "Jack... Before you go... Don't be mad, but Tylor and I have set some things in motion to make this happen... Please, swing by his office and talk with him... And I'll talk with the rest this afternoon... I promise, son."

Jakko winked at the Colonel and left him to rest.

Moments later, he planted himself across from Tylor in the foreman's office.

"The boss wanted me to talk to you, Tylor... He said he had planned some things for me with you... Don't make the same mistake as before, though... In the future, talk with me... Not about me!"

"Right... I will do my best to include you... We were thinking that you could need a more permanent home... So we have ordered three winterized containers with your dad's company... So you can stay there during the winter as well... The old cottage isn't suitable for that." said Tylor handing Jakko the drawings of the prefab containers.

"Nice temporary love nest... I can see that work." laughed Jack.

"And here is a title for five acres of land on the estate too... For your more permanent love nest..." joked Ty.

"Oh, cool... I know the perfect spot... Right at the corner of the parking lot... Next to Mister's paddock."

"Ah... Todd wants you to have Mister as your own," added Tylor.

"Wow... Now that is generous... a stallion like that cost a pretty penny, though."

"Don't worry about that... Todd is going to put his wealth and all his assets into a foundation... Your foundation!... The only stipulation is that you do not sell anything off for 10 years after Todd's gone... After that, it's all yours, son... Ummm... Sorry, Jack."

"Okay... Now that's long-term thinking that I like!... I can work with that, daddy," joked Jakko. "Hey... If we are keeping it in the family..."

The two of them had a long talk after that. Discussing the finer details. Signing the necessary documents to set the plans into motion.

"Oh... almost forgot... I've hired us, five new people. Three men and two women. Two too specifically help you. Tommy Riley is a forty-two-year-old heavy equipment operator and a mechanic... And Zack Lowe is a twenty-one-year-old lumberjack and truck driver... I think you and Zack will hit it off nicely... The native American certainly acts like he can 'handle' himself in the saddle... The two women are lovers... I will introduce them and Baldwin Peck to you over dinner."

"How about the camp's staff... Are they involved in any of this?"

"Yes, they are, Jack... Edward Dickhead and the cook have been arrested... Turned out they have been bleeding the camp dry over the last few years... Asking the counselors to pay as well... The cook has been slowly stealing supplies and equipment too... And Rodney Smith was in on that as well... Demanding his share of the cut... They all got replaced by new folk... Well, you met Woody in person... Jasmine Turner is the camp's new cook... I would not mind cooking her on some high heat too... Beautiful woman." sighed Tylor, horny.

"Down stallion..." joked Jack, "Only if she wants to get in hot water with you!... Let us not repeat past mistakes... Besides... You promised you'd let me try your anaconda out as well!"

"Ha... Yeah... that's true... More than enough to go around..." grinned Tylor at Jakko.

Introductions:

For the second time in a week, the Ranch-hands ate in the Colonel's formal dining hall. Joined by some of the senior camp staff.

Jack sat down at the head of the table, next to the Colonel. The Dutch bloke had dressed for a formal occasion. Jack decided to wear a leather bolo tie around the collar of the camp's white cowboy dress shirt. A silver camp logo badge held the cord closed. Jack looked pretty fancy this way.

All of them had made an effort to look their best. But the Colonel and Jack topped them all.

Over appetizers, formal introductions were made. Somehow this new team felt like a close-knit group already. And that pleased the Colonel no end.

Todd Hardt explained to the group that he was terminally ill. And that he had picked Jakko Dekker to eventually take over from him. Explaining how Jakko had the skills and the abilities the Colonel had been looking for in his successor.

He also urged the group not to treat him like a cripple either. Todd would be taking a greater interest in running the camp and the farm from now on out. Now that he knew he had all the backup in place that he could wish for.

Over the main course, Jack explained his preliminary plans for the camp. Using his presentation skills, it became clear that Jack was taking the summer-camp and the farm to new heights. Giving them even a rough timeframe. Explaining what they could expect over the following years.

The presentation had given the Colonel new energy too.

Tommy Riley, the new mechanic, told Jack that he had plans to fix up some of the older equipment. Todd wanted to get Jack all new stuff. Jack compromised and said that he would take stock with Tommy and only get new equipment when it made sense.

All through dinner, the native American Zack Lowe had been eyeing Jack. Secretly winking at the Dutch bloke when no one else was looking. The twenty-one-year-old was clearly smitten with Jakko Dekker. And Jack felt drawn to the dude as well. It was something in his dark look that attracted Jack to him. Zack sported a butch-looking brought black mohawk with a long wavy ponytail. Zack looked pretty sexy in Jakko's eyes. Tylor had been right about him. Zack hit it off marvelously with Jakko.

After dinner, the camp staff said goodbye while the ranch-hands stuck around a while longer. Making plans for the upcoming days together.

Julissa Kline would take over the administration from Tylor. Helping Linda Dumond with the medical needs of Todd as well as at the camp. Her long-time girlfriend Sara Turner was a proper ranch-hand. And the butch lesbo did not do under for the foul-mouthed men as it came to standing her ground. Sara was nearing thirty, and from what Jack could tell, she wore the pants in that relationship. And that was exactly how Julissa liked it. The two were deeply in love. But had insisted on moving into the bunk-house with the men.

Jack foresaw a few issues, though. So he suggested they could take the apartment below Todd's. That would place Julissa closer to the Colonel and the office. And they would not have to share a bathroom with the men. After thinking about that for a while, the team thanked Jakko for the wise solution. Feeling a bit stupid that they had not thought of that themselves.

"See, I told you we needed someone like Jakko to come up with the creative solutions," laughed the Colonel. "I am glad your willing to take over, son..."

"I will do no such thing!... Not for a long time anyway, sir... We can't do without you yet!" said Jack, putting an arm around the Colonel. Giving the man a tight squeeze. Not that Todd was the hugging type. But he let this one slide with pleasure.

"Zack?... Can you give me a ride to the cottage, please?" asked Jack, feeling pooped after an exhausting day doing nothing much of anything. Tylor grinned dirty at the young men. Shooing the rest to bed as well.

The Colonel grabbed Zack before he walked out the door. "Take good care of that one!... Hurt his feelings, and I'll scalp you myself!... Feel me, boy?" said Todd Hardt with a dirty grin.

"Sir... yes, sir," answered Zack proudly.

"Jack, the site containers should arrive in a few days... Go ahead and put Zack to work. Make him clear a spot for your new love nest... And keep some space around it open for some stables as well... I think we can set up a temporary pen somewhere near the main camp building... It would frame the entrance to the camp nicely, I guess..." suggested the Colonel. "I have also ordered myself a new toy... a Volvo tree cutting excavator... Tommy said he has run it before... So he can teach you and Zack to operate it as well."

"That's nice!... We sure could use something like that... But Colonel... Please remember... Talk with me, sir... not about me!" asked Jack.

"Right... Good night then, son... And thanks... Have fun... Don't do anything I would not do!" winked Todd as he smacked Jakko's ass in glee.

"Sleep well, sir... Thanks for the nice meal," replied Jack, happy.

Before the boys walked downstairs, Jack asked Zack, "Do you want to spend the night?... Grab a toothbrush and some clean clothes... I feel dirty."

"Oh, fuck yeah... I would love to get to know you a lot better, kiddo!" grinned Zack nastily.

"Cool... Let me see if I can score a double mattress and some sheets for the old cottage... We'll have to do a little remodeling first, though," grinned Jack. The boys put the stuff in Zack's pick-up truck and raced to Jack's old cottage. Space was quickly found, and the heavy petting began as soon as they had closed the door behind themselves. Boy, that Zack was an animal in the sack. His cock was a mirror image of Jack's. So it took some work prepping the bloke's ass. But once he was stretched open nicely, Jack got jumped by a power hammer. The young men nailed each other in ever more imaginative ways. And they were a little saddle-sore the next morning at breakfast.

Working on the future:

Over the next couple of days, Zack cut down many oaks and cedar trees. Clearing a spot right across the street from the main camp building. Jakko fabricated the concrete forms for the prefab containers to sit upon.

Once all the footings were poured, Zack, Tommy, and Jack dredged the lake for some river sand. Turning the shallow docks into a propper little swimming hole for the campers. The men filled in the low area around the foundations. Zack drove the old army dump truck while Tommy leveled the ground around the new groundskeeper's cottage site.

The containers arrived only hours after the terrain got leveled. Jack's father, Derk Dekker, personally delivered them to his son. One container was set up as living quarters. The other two got used for a workshop and garage. The three prefab containers got placed in a U-shape. It left the space in the middle open as a large covered porch. Zack had milled the oak trees into lumber. With Tommy's help, the men build a sturdy roof over the whole lot. Using the cedar to shingle up the sides of the moss-green containers. Giving the new build that natural Camp Ride 'em Hardt feeling.

After experimenting with the cement factory's waste, Jack found that he could make a low-quality concrete mix with it. He just needed to mix it with river sand and rock. Something that was readily available around the campgrounds. Adding only a little extra cement to bind the stuff together. Jakko put the dry mixture down in a few layers. Making it soaking wet and firmly tamping it down between each layer. The new floor around the cottage was nearly as strong as regular course concrete.

That gave Jack the idea of how to use the crap on all the camp's paths and main roads of the stud-farm. All he needed now was an easy way to put the mixture down. Upgrading the existing paths without interrupting the camp activities.

Jack liked to think about stuff like this on his morning jog. His tour went through the woods behind the farm and the camp. When he got back to his home away from home, Jakko quickly wrote down the new plans before heading to breakfast at the main camp building.

Jakko Dekker had used what little spare time he had hanging around the camp. Interacting with the campers and the staff. Getting to know some of the guys a bit better. Singing some lewd songs with them or organizing a few horse riding trips with the campers.

The Colonel had set up a temporary paddock with Zack and Jakko. So the blokes could teach the campers how to ride and take care of horses. That made both young men very popular. Tommy 'Old man' Riley always went working on the old equipment when that happened. Saying, "I want nothing to do with those nasty flee-bags!" Tommy had secretly told Jakko that he was allergic to horses. But Old man Riley was just too butch to admit that to anyone else. And Jack was stinking proud that the forty-two-year-old Irish red-head had confided in him.

Jakko admired Tom even more for his ability to teach. Tommy had worked all his life in the field as a heavy equipment operator. Even working at 'Digger-camp' during his summer holiday as an instructor for a few years now. But when his old mate the Colonel called, Old-man Riley came running. Taking Young Jack and Zack under his wings as if they were his own sons.

Halfway through the first 6 weeks of camp, the summer had really taken hold. Turning the weather into a mini-heatwave. Making all the campers a little frisky. Fooling around half-naked in the campgrounds all day and all night. The older twinks had no issue with that. They knew how to please themselves. Or if the need became too high, even how to please each other.

On his daily jog around the camp's paths, Jakko caught two young naked lads trying to screw each other up against a tree. Jakko stopped to watch the boys for a while. Not sure if he should break the party up or not. As excited brats do, they giggled and talked a little too loudly. Wanting to experiment fucking each other. All pretty innocent, thought Jack, so he 'supervised' the action from a distance. The teens were at that age where stuff like that happened anyways. "You can't stop nature take its course," thought Jakko. The scene he witnessed made him think back to his own first time in pleasure.

"Oh, shit... That feels so nice... I love how your mouth feels on my dick, man," moaned one of the boys to the other.

"Mmmm... I do like this... Fuck, man... You've got such a nice big dick!"

Jakko had to laugh a little because the teen that was getting sucked wasn't even half Jack's width.

"Hmmm, your turn... Kiss my ass, man... Drive your tongue in there!... I want to feel it... Lick my hole," grunted the sucker after a while. "Oh, shit... That... Oh, fuck, that's so hot, dude!... Let me do you too... You got to feel this." The boys switched places, and he rimmed his buddy. Making him fertilize the forest floor after a few minutes.

The sucker got up and tried his hardest to drive his boy-toy into his mate.

"Ow... Shit, that hurts!..." exclaimed his buddy.

"Fuck man... I am just too horny... Take it... I've seen Jakko and Zack do it with such ease... I want to know what it feels like, dude!... Just... Just let me in there... You're squeezing your hole tight... Just open up for me, man."

Jakko let out a small burst of laughter. Both boys turned toward the noise and scrambled to get away from Jack.

"Stop..." commanded Jakko Dekker at the teens. Both of them froze. Clasping their hands before their manhoods in shame. Jack called them back to him.

Calmly telling the horny teens, "First of all... I am not a counselor... So you are not in any trouble... Second of all... I am gay myself... So if you have any questions, you may come to me... Agreed?" Jakko asked the guys. And they nodded their heads shily yes. "It's pretty hard the first time... Perhaps even a little painful... So you got to remember to relax and use plenty of spit... Or even better use lubricant..." explained Jack softly to the guys.

"Only do this if you both want it... And even then, do it safely... For goodness sake, put on a condom and use plenty of lube if you want to tap some ass." said Jakko to the boys. Handing each of them some packets of lube and a few condoms.

He gave both of them a bro-hug and left them to it. Telling them to be much quieter next time. He had heard them a mile away. Not long after that, he listened to the guys giggle and moan.

"Oh fuck... Yeah... Slide it inside... That's much nicer, dude... Shit, I can feel you inside me now!" whispered the one to the other.

"Dude... This is so nice... Bent over a bit more... I am going to fuck your hot hole, bro... Fuck yeah... Relax and take it like a man!" moaned the other as he pushed his boy toy all the way in.

"Take it slow, man... It still hurts a little..."

"I can't... I got to push through... Here bite down on this belt as I slide it in all the way."

"Ow, fuck... So deep..." mumbled the dude as his virgin ass got burgled.

"Shit, this is nice... I can see why Jakko likes this!... You got to do me too after I filled this rubber, man..." sighed the sucker as his hips smacked against his mate's ass. Pounding the crap out of him. Screaming as he filled the condom to bursting point.

Jack calmly walked away. Jogging with a hard-on wasn't all that easy. Turning one of the counselors away who had heard the commotion in the bushes as well. Saying, "I've dealt with it... Let them fool around a bit... I think they've got the hang of it now."

Wide-eyed, the counselor walked back to camp with Jakko. Asking him softly, "Aren't those guys too young for shit like that?..."

"Oh man, think back on your own first time... How old were you when it happened?" asked Jack.

"Yeah... but that was with a girl!" said the counselor.

"What's the difference?... A hole is a hole... If it feels right, then just go for it," replied Jack brotherly.

"Ah... You've maybe got a point there, Jack."

"Right... Don't knock it... until you've tried it..." Laughed Jakko putting a sweaty arm around the counselor. It set the twenty-five-year-old's mind at ease. Making the bulge in his speedo's grow to a nice fat rod.

Get your hands dirty:

The summer was heating up nicely. A lot more friendships around camp were made. The guys had a lot of fun. And Jakko stepped in every time he noticed the 'Them-against-Us' mentality popped up its ugly head. Telling the campers what they could do to get along better. Most of the times, that worked. Other times Jakko sent them straight on to Woody Johnson, the camp's director. Although Jakko Dekker was only nineteen himself and had no formal experience in being a counselor, he managed to set the right tone of voice every time. The harder Jakko worked on keeping the peace, the more the campers respected him. Even helping him by regulating themselves to his example.

Jakko still wrecked his brain on how to easily repair the main drive and the camp paths. He wasn't doing the work by hand in this heat. So Tommy Riley suggested converting the old road paver. Jack could use the paver to spread the dry concrete mix. While Zack could wet the road down and Tommy could use the roller to flatten it out. The equipment would still need a heck of a lot of work before it could be put back into service.

Slowly the men worked out a plan. While Zack got tasked to fix the pothole-riddled drive. Old-man Riley and Jack set to work getting the Colonel's old collection of road paving equipment back in order. Using the shade of the barn to fix them up.

The twins, John and Wesley Barker, watch how Jakko gave the old equipment a complete oil change and grease-job. He lay on his back underneath the paving machine. Only Jack's legs stuck out from under it. John notched his twin brother Wesley. Pointing at the excited bulge in Jack's ripped coveralls. The half swollen cockhead was peeking through one of the gaps near the left pocket.

The twins snickered and walked over to Jakko. One of them put his cowboy boot on Jack's dick. Pressing really hard down on it. The other grabbed Jack's metal-tipped work boots and pulled both of them off.

"What the fuck are you guys doing?... Stop it... I've got work to do!... If you want to help, then get your hands dirty!... Salon cowboys!" grumbled Jakko from under the paver. But he loved the rough treatment already.

"Oh, don't you worry!... I got a tub of Crisco with your name on it, son... I'll get my hands dirty alright, little pig!" grunted John nastily. "Go put up the sling, Wesley!... This ass is mine!... He has done everyone else on this fucking farm... Now it's our turn!... I'll stretch him so wide that even Mister could breed this boy!" grunted John meanly.

Tylor had warned Jakko about the dirty games John liked to play. John was a nasty alpha master. Into BDSM and torture games. And not one to shy away from overpowering a young guy like Jack. Using and abusing him for a fortnight or two for his pleasure. Rudely taking what wasn't given willingly to him. A real alpha power top. Wesley, on the other hand, was the total opposite of his brother. A full-on pig bottom. And Tylor had been right about them. They weren't handling Jakko with kid gloves!

Wesley helped his brother cut the coveralls from Jakko's ass. Tying both Jack's legs to the side of the machine. Raising Jakko's nineteen-year-old shaved fuck-hole into the air. John had gotten rock-hard while they tied Jack up. The fucker roughly drove his seven-inch slender dick in extremely selfishly. Without using any lube and entirely bareback. The twins had obviously been planning something like this for young Jakko Dekker.

The bloke had indeed made love to a few of the other men. But he had taken Tylor's and the Colonels warnings about them to heart.

"Ow, man... That hurts... Stop it, John!... Ow, dude... Fuck... Stop it!" screamed the tormented Jack. Trying to wriggle free.

"Shut the fuck up, Dekker!... You're going to get bred so hard by us... I heard you gave Ian, Zack, and Ty a ride already... Now your ass is ours!... Stop your whimpering and take it like a man, kid!" snarled John Barker meanly. Ramming himself bareback into Jack's asshole like there would be no tomorrow.

Behind John, Jack heard some chains rattling. Wesley had actually come back with a leather sling. He fastened it to the beams of the barn. Together the Barker twins lay Jack in it and tied his legs and arms to the chains. John dipped his work glove in the tub of Crisco. He threateningly showed Jack the greased glove. Wanting to fist him with it. But the agile Jakko kicked him right in his face. Nearly breaking John's nose.

"If you think you can play that rough without my permission, then you got another thing coming!... Asshole... Either you fuck me nicely, or the two off you won't ever fuck here again... EVER!" shouted Jakko at the top of his longs. "Now, lube up your dick and slide it in like a good little bitch, Barker!"

John wiped the blood from his nose. He had not expected his 'victim' to react like this. Wesley grinned meanly to his brother and pushed him roughly aside. Saying, "Told you, John... Jakko knows what he wants and how to handle assholes like you!... Now step aside and let me have a go." Stuffing his eight-inch lubed-up rubbered rod gently in Jack's tied-up fuck-hole.

"Much better, Wes!" exclaimed Jack hornily. Realizing there was one more difference between the twins. Wesley's cock was an inch longer and a little wider than his brother's rude dick. "Now, get that dick of yours over here, Johnny... Let me clean it up for you... and calm you down a bit." John watched how his brother nailed the nineteen-year-old in pleasure. He wanted some of that as well. So John walked to the side of the sling and let Jakko suck him off for a while. It helped John to calm down a lot. "See, you can play nicely too..." winked Jakko up at him with his mouth full.

Tommy had come running when he heard Jack shout at John Barker. The sight that greeted him stopped Old-man Riley in his tracks. He pulled the barn doors close and stood there watching the threesome from a distance.

"Don't be shy, Tom... Come join the fun... Show John how to grease-up your piston and slide it in... Take off to pressure... If you want," called Jakko to the bi-sexual mechanic.

"John, untie my hands... I am not into this bondage shit," commanded Jakko sternly. Much more sternly than John had expected him to do. So he immediately complied. Thinking that Jakko was much more of an alpha top than he had let him believe.

Old-man Riley did not do under for the other two. After Tommy took his turn, Jack called to John..."Barker, rubber that dick and ride my hole nicely... cowboy!... Or I'll rip your nuts off!... There you go... Nice cock, dude... Yeah, fuck me like the obedient little bitch that you are."

John Barker glaired dangerously at Jakko. "You can glare all you like, bitch... What you don't realize is that I am calling the shots here... Your nothing but a man-sized dildo to me, Barker... Now fuck it like you want to please your master!... Or pack your stuff and get lost."

"Your not my master!" grunted John angrily at Jakko.

"No... But I am!" shouted Todd Hardt from the barn door, "Did mister Dekker give you permission to ride him, John?"

"Yes, he did," snarled John. Still nailing Jakko in the sling. He realized he had used the wrong tone of voice to his boss, though. "Sorry, sir... Yes, sir... mister Dekker has given his permission for me to..." said John, but the Colonel cut him off.

"Now, Slowly pull out and clean up... Fucker, I want to see you in my office in ten minutes!"

"Ummm?... Could you make that twenty?... I'd love you to do me as well," grinned Jakko Dekker to the Colonel. "Ten minutes ain't enough for me to enjoy you too, sir."

"Ha..." laughed the Colonel. "Okay then... I still want to see you in my office, John... We need a chat about your urges... Have fun, guys... Remember, Jakko is in charge here!... And you are just here to serve him!" said the Colonel as he grinningly walked out the barn.

Jakko Dekker smacked his six-pack. "How about you men smear my chest with some suncream... RIGHT NOW!" ordered master Jack to the three adults. "You too, John... Give it to me... Dump a load right here!" said Jack as he started to vigorously beat himself off. The men gave Jakko Dekker the cum-dump he demanded and then some. After Wesly untied Jack's legs from the sling, he sat upright. Looking John straight in his eyes.

"I don't mind you act the master every once and a while... Just remember that your slave needs to enjoy himself too!... I really doubt that you know how to do that, until you learned to bottom for a real master yourself... Until then, I don't want you to do any of this shit you tried to pull ever again... Not on me, or anyone else!... Feel me, Barker?... Now give me a cuddle and say you're sorry, bitch!"

"Ummm... Sorry sir..." said John. Hugging Jakko Dekker tightly.

"Good enough for me... If you want to role-play with me again... Just ask me beforehand... I would have let you do me as a master..."

"You would?..." asked John Barker incredulously.

"I don't mind that one bit... But you would need to dress up like a full-leather master for me... and use me down a nasty gay dungeon or in a back room of a leather bar." sighed Jakko horny. Tongue kissing the emasculated John Barker for ages.

"Wes... Could you get my clothes from Ian's room, please... I can't get back to camp naked... What would the neighbors think!"

That afternoon Tommy, Johnny, and Wesley worked with Jakko on the old equipment. Setting them up for the road repair work ahead. The next days, sand, stone, and the cement factory waste were mixed and trucked to the paver. Zack had cleaned out the potholes and filled them with new base-rock. And within a couple of days, the roads to camp and the farm got repaved in concrete. It made a small dent in the junk on the parking lot. So the men also rebuild the main path through camp. As well as the paths around the farm. Just before parent's-day two-thirds of the parking lot was cleared and repaved as well.

With the help from his new friends and some of the campers, the new groundskeeper's cottage was finished far enough for Jack to move in.

What's for dinner:

After a hard day's work, Jakko Dekker got back to the cottage and cranked the AC to its deep-freeze setting. It was sweltering hot outside, and Jack did not really want to cook. Zack Lowe would be joining him for a quiet dinner later too.

Jack had fallen completely for the dark and mysterious Native American bloke. Jakko was even contemplating asking Zack to become his boyfriend. He bought them a couple of neat friendship rings to seal the deal. Jack just wanted to wait for the right moment to pop the question. This dinner together might be a good opportunity, figured Jack.

Jakko Dekker called Mary van der Meer to see if they delivered at the camp. "Hello, restaurant Old Dutch... Mary speaking... How may I help you?"

"Hello, Misses van der Meer... Jakko Dekker here... Well, I wanted to know if you do deliveries to the camp?... I could go for some home-made pizza and gazpacho with garlic bread..."

"Sure, we can do that... I'll see if my nephew Martin is around to deliver it to you, Jakko." Jack ordered a Pepperoni for his boyfriend and a Funghi for him. With two large portions of gazpacho with pita bread and garlic butter.

"Sure... I'll make some fresh for you..."

"Thank you, Mary... Martin can deliver it at Hardt drive number 8... That's where I am living now... It's the new groundskeeper's cottage. Right across from the parking lot of the camp."

"Thanks for your order, Jakko... Martin will be there in an hour."

Jakko could hear Martin mutter in the background. It did not sound like the twink wanted to go deliver outside of town in this heat.

But fifty minutes later, an old beat-up Fiat panda screeched to a halt outside the cottage. A tall young twink clambered out the tiny car with two steaming hot pizzas, a bag full of pita bread, and the cold gazpacho soups.

"Come on in, Martin..." called Jack to the front door. Martin opened the glass door and walked into Jakko's living.

"I'll be right with you... I just have to get my wallet." Martin saw the butt-naked Jack walk out the shower with only a towel around his neck.

"Put the stuff on the kitchen table, Martin... Make yourself at home!... My boyfriend will be home soon... I'll be right back, dude."

Moments later, Jack walked back out of his bedroom dressed in a short pair of cut-off jeans and a camp tanktop.

"Mary has put a bill in the bag... Ummm... sir... No need to pay me."

"Ah... Well, you do deserve a little tip, don't you?" Jakko had walked right up to Martin van der Meer. The all-American twink was a propper stud. Six-foot-four, bushy brown hair, thick eyebrows, with a disarming smile. He could have walked right out of a model-shoot.

"Fuck... Don't you look nice!" exclaimed Martin a little excitedly. He stroked Jakko's firm pecs and let his fingers twirl around his left nipple. It had firmed up due to the cold shower.

"Mmmm... Nice," mumbled Jack softly at Martin's touch. Jack laid his index-finger under Martin's chin and tilted his head a little. Martin pouted his lips, and the twinks kissed. The hot weather had made both guys a little frisky. So this kiss came as no surprise to both of them. Jakko took Martin's hand and guided him over his swelling member.

"Dude!... Impressive!... Now that's a salami I would love to play with!" panted Martin hotly.

"Go for it!... Get to your knees and eat that thing, bro... It may even give you some milkshake." Martin laughed as he went down on Jakko.

"Fuck, that thing is so fucking big, dude!"

"Shut up and open wide... I want you to swallow me down!" Martin sputtered and gagged on Jack's ten-inch cock. But he managed to deep-throat the stud. After that, Jakko helped Martin out his shirt. He guided the hot twink to his bedroom. There Jack slammed the boy onto his bed. After a quick rim job, Martin's hot hole got penetrated. The twink sighed profoundly and grasped the mattress, but he took Jakko well. "How's that for a little tip?" asked Jakko laughingly.

"You call that little?... That's the biggest tip I have ever gotten, dude... Won't your boyfriend mind?"

"He'll be home soon... He can have the left-overs... If there are any... Fuck, you got a nice tight hole, dude."

And indeed, while Jack ravaged Martin's ass like a jack-rabbit, Zack walked into the cottage. "Hey, Jack... I am home!... What's for dinner?"

"Hi, stud... we are having pizza!" called Jakko from the bedroom to his lover. "Yeah... we are having pizza-boy," whispered Jack softly to Martin. "Mind if he joins us?" Martin took a moment to think that proposal over, but he was having a blast of a time already. One more hot cock for dinner was just what the doctor ordered.

"Hey, hon... Ian has left to take some time off... His misses has dumped the man... Have you heard?... Where are you anyway, Jack?"

"Bedroom... Stud..." Zack walked stunned in on Jack and Martin. The twinks were still nailing each other like crazy.

"Told you... we are having pizza-boy... Want to join us for dinner?... We have a milkshake for dessert..." grinned Jakko naughtily at his man.

"Hell yeah!... Let's spit-roast the little pig," suggested Zack darkly.

"Guys, I don't think I can take two cowboys at once!" stammered Martin.

"Like hell, you don't... We are going to send you back to grandma like a man... With a belly full of cream and an ass gaping wide!"

The two cowboy top's ravaged the bi-curious twink. And the three of them did not bar any hole. Afterward, the men took a much-needed shower. And ate the pizza, soup, and bread together under the enjoyment of some cold beers. Another friend richer.

That night right before Zack lay next to Jack, Jakko popped the question.

"Zack... I wanted to ask you... I know we have only known each other for a few weeks... But would you like to be my boyfriend?"

"Oh, Jakko... Yes!... I would love that!" exclaimed Zack. Jakko showed him the rings. Zack put one on Jack's finger, and Jakko put the other on Zack.

Needless to say. It turned out to be a short night. But a very good one.

Birthday boy:

A week later, during the last evening of summer camp for this first group, the staff and the campers gathered around the campfire. Summer camp ended in the same way it had started. With a barbeque and a sing-along. The entire camp celebrated the eighteenth birthday of Richard Blake that evening.

Richard, the brash black dude who got his dick caught in his zipper on the train to camp, stood next to Jack at the urinals. And Jakko put a hand on his shoulder.

"And?... Did you manage to train those big black balls of yours this summer, Rich?... Or are you still a quick shot?" joked Jakko, dirty to the guy. The dude shook the last drops of piss off his black six-and-a-half inch meaty-stick. And Jakko saw the impressive member grow.

"Want to have another try, Jack?... I'd love you to Ride me Hardt, cowboy," grinned Richard.

"Sure, why the fuck not... It's not like they can expel us on the last day of camp..." laughed Jakko. Kissing the black dude and jerking him off. "But, I am warning you now, Rich!... Good chance that Ian is coming to join us... I promised to ride him as well."

"Even better!" exclaimed Richard.

The two of them sneaked out of the main camp building's back door. They went straight to Jakko's new groundkeeper's cottage. On the way over, Ian had caught Jack's eye. He had understood what was about to go down. He pointed to his watch, and Jakko realized that Ian would give him some time alone with the birthday boy.

Once the two of them closed the door of the groundskeepers' cabin, Richard started to breathe heavily in horny anticipation. And Jakko tongue kissed the dude. Caressing every square inch of the fit lads body. Sticking his hand straight down the back of the boys' gym shorts. Turning them both on.

"What do we do here?" asked Jack with a husky voice.

"We Ride 'em Hardt." answered the camper horny.

"How hard do you want it, Richard?" asked Jack dirty.

"Oh, fuck... I want you to rip me in two, cowboy!... Hog-tie me and breed my ass!... Fill me up... And if I scream, then just fuck me harder!" moaned the eighteen-year-old lustfully.

"I'll know just the thing to shot you up, dirty boy!... Get on your fucking hands and knees and lick my cowboy boots clean!... I want to be able to see my dick reflect in the tips!" said Jakko. Pushing Richard roughly to the ground. Richard dropped down and cleaned the cowboy boots good. The lad was very eager. He had unfastened his jeans and played with his thick six-and-a-half-inch black cock.

"Hands-on your back, bitch... that dick is mine!" commanded Jakko to Richard. The dude did not fully understand why, but he complied anyway. Looking up at Jakko's bulge.

"Want some of that, boy?... Do you think you can handle that?" asked Jack sternly of him.

"Sure I can..." said the lad brash. But Jakko made him eat his words. When Jakko pulled the full ten-inches semi-hard dick and balls out of the leather jeans, the boy had to swallow a few times in fear. Not expecting it to be this long and thick. "Don't be a sissy, boy!... You said you wanted it... Well then... Take it... Take it all... Open wide and swallow!" ordered Jack. He fucked the lad's face hard. Making him gag and choke on it. Stuffing the cock deep into Richard's throat after a few minutes.

Richard roughly got pulled up and stripped naked by Jakko. The cowboy lay him on his stomach on the bed and sat on top of Richard's ass. Tying his arms together behind his back. Putting a few pillows beneath his hips, lifting the nicely shaped black buns in the air.

Jakko got up and pulled off his own clothes too. Richard watched him in horny anticipation. Gyrating his ass for Jack's pleasure. The glistening muscled body of the exceptionally tall Dutch cowboy had made his cock start leaking pre-cum.

"Oh, fuck yeah, man... Give that big dick to me... Slide it in me, cowboy... Ride me hard!"

"Don't you worry, dude... I'll gape your hole open... and make it swallod a couple loads of cum... And if you're lucky, then Ian Moreno will nail your black-hole too!" said Jakko hotly as he spanked the boy hard.

"Ow, fuck... yeah... Let's play rough... I've wanted this since I first laid eyes on you on the train over here, Jack... Mmmm... Thank you, sir... Smack my ass... Ow, fuck cowboy!" grunted Richard dirty.

Jack put his cowboy boots back on. Zipping up black leather chaps around his tall legs. The chaps framed Jakko's ten-inch rock-hard monster nicely. He even wore his cowboy hat to bed.

Richard could not believe his luck. He was about to get ass fucked by a real rough ranch-hand. Jack pulled out a bottle of lube from the night-stand and put on his leather gloves. Grabbing his riding crop, whipping the lad's ass a few times with it. Making Richard squirm and scream. Jack had total control over Richard. As he had complete command over everything in his life now. Jakko Dekker was the alpha male that he wanted to be. And he was going to dominate the birthday boy beyond his belief.

After a while, Jakko had spotted Ian watching the spectacle from outside his cabin. And pulled Richard's buttocks wide apart. Showing the hot asshole off to Ian. Even driving a lubed finger of his gloved hand in there. Jakko gestured to Ian. He invited Ian to join in the fun as he made Richard deep throat his ten-inches roughly.

Moments later, Ian stuffed his nine-inches cowboy dick deep in Richard's fuck-hole. He pounded it all the way in. While Jack pulled Richard's butt-cheeks wide apart for Ian. Giving his boss full access to this horny asshole. The two of them synchronized their movements. When Ian slammed forward, Jakko's cock disappeared deep down the throat of Richard.

"Breed the bitch, Ian... He wants to feel your hot cum shoot deep inside him... Lube him up for me!" moaned Jakko after a while.

And Ian did just that. Even though Richard was enjoying it, he also was a little scared. But he could not escape the two horse-hung cocks. Richard had never expected this to happen at camp. Getting tied up and spit-roasted on his last day of summer camp. Ian spilled a load deep into Richard's asshole and viciously rammed it in deeper.

When Ian pulled out, he got up and grabbed a cold brew from the fridge. He drank it, watching Jakko stuff the full length of his ten-inch Dutch dick up the well-lubed gaping black hole. The boy screamed hard. And as promised, that only caused Jakko to nail Richard harder. After a while, the boy got turned on his back. Jack fucked the lad some more. Jerking a huge sticky load out the thick six-and-a-half-inch throbbing black prick. And the men laughed hard when Richard Blake came all over his own body and face.

"Good lad... Nice thick load, man... Now go and get dressed... Dekker and I have work to do too!" said Ian gruffly. Handing Richard and Jakko a cold brew as well.

Fifteen minutes later, Richard thanked Jakko and Ian for the fun night and left for his cabin. A little bow-legged but completely satisfied with what he had accomplished over the last six weeks at camp. An experience richer. An eighteenth birthday not to forget. Something no bucket-list would need to know about.

"So... Ummm... what are you going to do next, Jack?" asked Ian of Jakko. Looking a bit sad at the fire in the woodstove they sat in front of.

"Hahaha... Next, I am going to Ride you Hardt... And don't worry... I've talked this over with Zack... He is cool with us doing other people as well," joked Jakko. Kissing Ian passionately. "And after that?..." asked Ian grinningly. "Well, that depends on how much money Colonel Hardt wants me to spend... I've already submitted the plans for this winter... Good chance that he'll hire Zack and Old-man Riley too," said Jakko.

"If Todd wants me to really help fix up the place, then I would need a couple of years, I think... And you will need a couple of extra hands to milk that big dick of yours regularly..." joked Jack, with a serious tone of voice.

The last night of summer camp, Ian finally got the butt-fucking from Jakko that he had longed for. And Jakko Dekker bred his boss hard with no lube and totally bareback. Giving Ian what his former girlfriend wasn't able to provide him. An eye-watering ass fucking. Pumping in multiple loads of cum. Making Ian squeal like the dirty gay pig he really wanted to be.

That next morning, the cum was still dripping from the Latino cowboy's hole. Ian told Jack over breakfast, "Thanks, kiddo... I needed that... The breakup with my girl was a long time coming... But it was the right thing to do... I think I have been fooling myself for years... I am way more into men than I used to admit... You're a great friend, Jakko... I do hope you and Zack work out... The two of you look cute together."

"Awe, that sweet, Ian... Yeah, having good friends is what it is all about, I think... I expect that life as a cowboy in the middle of nowhere can be pretty lonely."

The path ahead for Jakko Dekker was clear. He would help rebuild the summer camp Ride 'em Hardt, back to its former glory. Making lots of new friends along the way.

The Colonel, Ian, Zack, and Jakko watched the first batch of campers for this year embark on their journey back home. Wishing this summer would not end. The four men said their personal goodbye's. Giving their new friends some advice to think about on the way home.

The younger boys seemed older and a lot wiser. And the older twinks learned - the hard way - what it mend to be ridden hard at camp Ride 'em Hardt.

- The END -

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