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Chapter 13 Wen
My roommate, Wen, was as much a homophobe as I had ever run into, verbally anyway. Maybe he was, underneath, as gay as they come, and, maybe not. But we had reached an understanding by the end of his second day: I was bi, he was to just respect the fact, lots of the guys on the Ranch were bi or gay, and he needed to just be OK with it. He did not need to have sex with anyone, there was no non-consensual sex permitted. Since he was not a horseman, he mostly worked in the barn, and since I was, I mostly rode horseback all day, I had a "string" of three horses, so each one worked one day and then had two days off. I loved the job.
As noted, on his first night I heard him jerking off, after we both listened to our neighbors fucking, and after I jerked off, in the lower bunk. I just did what I usually do, which is pretty quiet, but not silent, and I am sure the bunk moved a bit when I came.
Our second night, after supper, and a game of cards in the bunkhouse living room, he asked if we "could talk a bit".
"Sure," I said. "What is the problem?"
"Well, if most of the guys here are gay, you would never know it. They are all as masculine as you and me. I don't get it."
"Gay does not mean drag queen, or effeminate. Lots of us who play with other guys are masculine, at least until we get in bed. Then some guys, particularly the ones who like to get fucked, can become pretty fem, but, there are other guys, who like to be fucked, who stay as masculine as can be."
"OK," he said. "Time for bed, the work here is really exhausting."
So, we did our bedtime prep, having showered before supper, it did not take long. It was a hot night for Wyoming, I stripped to my briefs, and, took them off before getting into my bunk. Wen had pajamas on. "You are going to be pretty hot up there in the top bunk, it is ok be naked, I won't rape you. And even if I tried you could easily push me off of the top bunk."
"OK," And he took off the pj's. His cock, which I had seen in the showers, was chubbing up, or at least it looked a lot bigger than it had in the showers. I was lying on my bunk by then, naked, and chubbing up myself.
"Nice cock," I commented. He covered it up with his hands, but then, was kind of trapped, it being 9 pm in the northern latitudes in June, it was still light enough to see. He would have to drop his hands to get up into the top bunk and continue to face me, with his cock just above the height of my head on my pillow.
"Shit," he said.
"Look," I replied, "I have seen plenty of cocks, just drop the hands and climb up in the bunk." He did, but by then, he really had not just a little chub but a pretty good semi. He was uncut, the head was still fully covered, his balls were hanging low.
"Promise you won't tell anyone?"
"Tell anyone what? That you have a cock and balls like the rest of us?"
"No, that my cock is weird."
"What is weird about it? It looks normal to me."
"Two things, it is uncut and has a lot of foreskin, and it bends to the right. It bends so much that I am not sure I can ever fuck a woman with it. And women do not like foreskin, at least the few that I have gotten that close to."
He was still standing by the bed with his now hard cock aiming at my face.
"Shit, I didn't mean to get hard, I am just so fucking horny anyway, and talking about this stuff makes it worse. And the guys next door are fucking again. Fuck, I am so fucked up. Maybe I should just quit and go home."
"Calm down. Let me tell you a few things. First, your cock is just fine, at least from the point of view of a guy. The bend is a "so what", it will still go in any cunt or asshole or mouth that wants it. I can't speak to the long foreskin from a female point of view, but from my, bi, point of view that is a "so what" as well. And, for me, it is a sort of turn on. See?" and I pointed to my cock which was now fully hard, up against my belly.
"Fuck," he said, again. "This is all too gay for me. I think I need to quit."
"No, you signed on for the summer, the ranch needs your help, I heard Chris, the foreman comment to the boss that you were a really hard worker, you are needed. How come you did not know how gay this place was when you signed up, anyway?"
"Well, I think the guy who recruited me, who had worked here last summer, tried to tell me, but I was too dense to get what he was saying."
"Look, that cock needs help. You can go up in your bunk and jerk off, which I know you will do, I heard you last night or, and this does not mean you are gay, you can shut your eyes, imagine it is a woman doing it, and let me jerk you off."
"Shit, that is pretty gay."
"Just shut your eyes, and let me help you out, here," and I got up out of my bunk, hardon at 45 degrees, "and lie down."
He was now fully hard, it was heavy enough to stick out horizontally, when he was standing, and when he laid down, it was up against his belly. I grabbed a couple of paper towels, and some lube from my nightstand. His cock really did to a right turn, in a consistent curve, and ended up at a right angle, pointing to his side. His foreskin was nowhere near retracted.
"I don't know," he said.
"I do," I responded. And I put some lube on my hand and grabbed his cock, he went to push my hand away, I used my other hand to push his hand away, and began to stroke him.
"Fuck," he said, "promise you won't tell?"
"Whatever you want," I said. "Nobody will think any the less of you, at least on this ranch, if they know you play with guys, and the people in town will assume that you do, being a hot young guy working at the Cupcake Ranch, but my lips are sealed until and unless you tell me otherwise."
I lifted hand and put it on my hardon. "Go ahead, feel it." He was tentative, but did wrap his hand around my now throbbing cock. A virgin, male or female, really turns me on, one does not often run into one. Yes, a guy who plays with guys but who has never been fucked is not uncommon, but a guy who has never had a mutual masturbation event is very rare.
"I don't know," he said. `
"You never played with another guy's cock when you were a kid?"
"No."
"No big brother to show you the ropes?"
"No."
"Well, I will be glad to show you what you missed." And I proceeded to jerk his cock, and he, reluctantly, on the surface, did the same for me. He shut his eyes. After a little while I pulled back his foreskin and licked the head of his cock. He had plenty of precum. It tasted OK, that is, it was not bitter, or totally chili, or cumin, or garlic, as some precum, and cum, tends to be. Or sweet, as it can be with a diabetic.
"Fuck (it was becoming his favorite word, even though he had never done the deed), that feels good." His eyes were still shut. "Don't stop, I want to cum."
One step at a time, I thought, and went for it, putting his cock as deep into my throat as I could, almost down to his pubes, and went for his asshole with a finger at the same time, thinking he was so close, and it felt so good, that he would not object, and he didn't, and came, and came, and came, some down my throat, but most of it spilling out of my mouth and landing on his belly. There was a lot.
"Jesus," I exclaimed, "you have a lot of cum."
"Do you think so? I see these guys on the net and some of them cum a lot more than me."
"Some of that is fake, cornstarch, water, some other stuff, I forget what, unless you see it come out of the cock, it might be fake. You are in the top 90% of my experience. Much more than me. Open your fucking eyes, and watch me cum." By that time he had let go of my cock, I lubed it, and finished myself off. "See, I think I have an average amount of cum, and it is a lot less than yours."
"Did you suck me off?" he asked.
"Yup."
"Fuck, it was awfully good, but, I am not gay, you know. I was thinking of Alicia, my sort of girlfriend."
"She ever suck you off?"
"No. She would not even jerk me off, or let me feel her cunt."
"Guys are much easier," I responded. "Time to sleep, lots of work ahead, and, if you are willing, maybe lots of sex as well."
We mopped up the cum, washed up a bit, and sleep came as easy as we came.