Willard went to bring the tray of lemonade out to the horse pen and found Jeb, their ranch hand, sta

Willard went to bring the tray of lemonade out to the horse pen and found Jeb, their ranch hand, standing there buck naked in cowboy boots and a hat. “Jesus Jeb, where’s your clothes?” he gasped, setting the tray down on Jeb’s work bench.“Stupid horse broke a shoe. Damn covered in horse shit and dirt and it’s like 95 degrees out here,” he took a glass of lemonade and downed the whole thing. “Fyew! Thanks, I needed that.”“Jesus you have a huge pecker,” Willard blurted out.Jeb laughed, “Oh it ain’t that big. I’ve seen your bulge, I bet you’re packing a pretty big amount of heat.” “Oh I don’t know about that…” he said shyly. “Can I …Can I touch it?”“Sure boy,” he purrs. Willard’s hand gravitated toward the big fleshy thing, hesitantly touching it at first, then as he got more bold, wrapping his fingers around it and giving it gentle tugs. It felt as wide as a coke bottle. It was tapered, the tip fleshy and interesting. “It’s warm..”Jeb tilted his head up with one finger and kissed him, a solid kiss without any tongue, their lips meeting and parting over and over. Jeb felt color rise to his face as that young lad’s fingers began to make him very hard and excited. “Slow down there boy…”“I’m…I’m sorry,” he startled, dropping his hands, “I ..got kind of carried away there.” “You sure did. You got a big ol boner in those pants of yours,” Jeb drawled. He cupped him through his jeans. “I think fair’s fair, don’t you think?” With one hand, he began to undo the buttons and unzipped him. Willard was holding his breath as Jeb slid his hand in and pulled him out. His erection popped free, happy to be out of the confines of his jeans. “Wow look at that Will! I think your pecker’s bigger than mine is, and your balls are for sure. Jesus, you have a beautiful body.” He massaged his balls in his rough hewn hands until Will was squirming, then he curled his fingers around Willard’s cock and stroked him to full hardness, the lad moaning against Jeb’s lips. Even after Jeb dropped his hand, exposing a proudly jutting cock, Willard refused to break their kisses. “Ok boy… let’s go to the barn. People are gonna see us out here.”“No no I’m going to come…just a little more..please…”“Do you want a sweaty handjob out here surrounded by horses, or for us to put a blanket on some hay bales and have you grind our dicks together, you on top of me, until we shoot?” Jeb asked. Will’s eyes turned the size of tea saucers, “Oh that…” he breathed, “That for sure. When I fooled around with Jeff, he never came up with ideas like that.”“That’s because Jeff’s a boy. You’re the kind of queer who likes men. Older men. And trust me, we do have better ideas.” Jeb squeezed a handful of his plump ass. “Now come on, bring the tray, before your mama sees you in heat like that.” _____________________________________________________Text is fictional. The guys are Jake Tanner & Ed Dinakos from Muscle Ranch by Colt Productions, I think. From the early ‘90s. -- source link

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