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First Full Day
Up at 5:30, breakfast at 6, big breakfast, picked up our bag lunches, and were out the door, boots on by 7:15, ready to work. Foreman Chris sized me up. "Can you ride?" he asked, Eddie smirked, since he knew I had never bottomed, but he assured Chris that I could ride a horse.
"OK, Chris said, "You and Eddie are riding the fences this morning, and repairing them as you go, kid (that was me), you saddle up Star, put the packs of poles, the roll of barbed wire and the tools on Daisy (who turned out to be a male, well, gelding, mule) and start at the paddock and go counter clockwise around the homestead lot. See you at 4."
We had our orders for the day. Eddie found me a cowboy hat left behind by some hand from a prior year, showed me how to fasten it so it would not blow off in the wind and spook the horses, and although I could mount from the ground, told me to try not to do it, and use the mounting block in the paddock, or, anything to give me a leg up in the field, so as not to stress the horses. I put Star's halter on, lead her out of her stall, put on her bridle, inspected her hoofs, brushed her out, put on the saddle, retightened the cinch, adjusted the stirrups to where I thought they would be close to being right for me, talked to her the whole time, breathed in her face, and finally got on board. Eddie watched me the whole time, and then once I was on, did a small adjustment of the stirrups. "You did good," he said. "A lot better than most of the dudes we get here. You must have ridden a lot."
"Some," I said. In fact I had had a very good instructor, who taught me how to control a well schooled horse how to mostly use my legs and body, and not the reins, to ride. And, I had ridden a lot in high school on a variety of stable horses, to keep my girlfriend of the time, company, while she exercised her thorough-bred hunter.
He taught me how to mend barbed wire fences without getting cut up, how to put in metal poles with a pole driver, how to attach barbed wire to the poles, and the other stuff you needed to know. Daisy, the mule, had to be securely tied every time we stopped, since he otherwise would just wander away. The horses would just stay for quite a while if the reins were dropped in front of them but it was always better to tie them to avoid having to walk back to the barn.
We ate our bag lunches at noon, and got back to the barn at 4, watered the horses, put the gear away, and headed for the bunkhouse.
My roommate had arrived.
"Hi," I said, "my name is Jason."
"And I am Wendell, but am usually called "Wen". My uncle is a good friend of the Boss and got me this job, how about you? "
"A college friend, Eddie, is the nephew of the Boss, and got me the job."
"I hear this place is full of queers," he said, much to my disappointment, since he was dark, maybe Mexican in part, jet black hair, thick, handsome face, brown eyes, dark eyebrows, full lips, maybe 5' 6" and I would guess 180 lbs., but all muscle, relatively long torso and relatively short legs -- his round ass cheeks were close to the ground. I figured if we 69ed, we would match pretty well, but given his attitude, maybe that was not going to happen. His loss.
"I don't think the Boss would like to hear you say "queer" or "fag" or "faggot," I said, "or didn't anyone tell you that?"
"No, I didn't talk to anyone but a woman at the office said to move my stuff into this room, and, show up at 6 o'clock in the ranch house dining room, and that there was a staff meeting of all hands at 7."
"OK," I said, "if you need to shower, and I think you do from what I can smell, I mean `tell', you have time. I've been out working all day, I need to shower, so let's go." I stripped in front of him, but there were no vibes that he might be interested in my cock, he stripped down to his briefs, and then put a towel around himself, and then took them off. No sighting of his cock. We went into the shower room, three shower heads, he took hung his towel on a peg and worked around so as to keep his junk hidden while he showered. I just walked there naked as I had seen the other guys do. I got a glimpse of his cock, it was uncut, dark brown, almost black, as were his balls, and surrounded by lots of black hair. Given that he tried to keep his junk out of my sight, I got a good look at his ass, which qualified as a hairy "bubble butt". We got done, toweled off, his back to me the whole time, went back to our room, he put on clean briefs without taking his towel from his waist, we both finished dressing and went over to the ranch house for supper.
I guessed I would be getting my cock taken care of by someone else that night, and kept my eyes open for anyone who looked like they might be interested.
Monday night dinner was all the hands, whether they lived on the ranch or in town, followed by the weekly meeting at which the big projects for the week were discussed as well as other things that were going on. I would be staying on fencing projects for the week with various other guys, Wen would be working in the horse barn (which involved, among other things shoveling a lot of horse shit). Colin would be working in the haying operation.
We got back to our room at 8, I was beat from the first day of work, in the sun and wind, and was ready to lie down, play on my phone for a little and go to sleep. I was looking at some gay porn. Wen saw it and said, "Fuck, you one of those faggots? You don't act like one. I hate faggots, I need to get my room changed."
"Calm down," I said. "First, I told you not to use the word "faggot" on this ranch. Second, I am bi sexual. I get turned on by women and men. Third, no one here is going to make you do anything sexual that you don't want to, including me. So, cool your jets."
At about 9, I was ready to sleep and turned off my phone, went to take a piss, brushed my teeth and got back into my bunk. Wen was ready to sleep as well, lights off, and we could hear the next door neighbors fucking through the thin plywood wall. "What are they doing?" he asked.
"Fucking," I said. "It happened last night, too."
"What are you going to do about it?" he asked.
"Nothing, except if it gets me horny enough I might jerk off."
"Fuck," he said, "This place is full of homos."
"Not full,' I replied, "There are straight guys here, most of the guys who live in town are straight, some married, with kids, but the Boss pays well and is fair, and if there are gay guys here, that is personal business, and nothing happens in working hours, so it does not matter. If they can work here, so can you. Time to call it a day and sleep. Up at 5:30 you know.
I quietly jerked off, picturing my roommate's hot body and cock, and then, after a while could feel the bunk bed moving, and then hear him doing the same. Neither of us said anything but I was hoping he was thinking of me. I am sure he heard me, and I am pretty sure he knew I heard him, but after that, all was quiet until 5:30 am when the bunkhouse came alive.