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Chapter 22: Cupcake Ranch, Internet Hookup
On my next day off, I headed to Cheyenne alone. Given the ranch schedule, none of my buddies was available and my friend Cory from the town had to work as well. But by this time (I am 20, 6',185 lb., 7" cut, blonde, athletic build) I had been on the ranch, nicknamed the Cupcake Ranch by the locals, due to the number of gay guys who worked there, I knew Cheyenne pretty well -- not that there is a lot to know.
I had the phone number of a guy, Albie, who used to live in Lexington, and knew a cheap motel where I had stayed on several days off before, and a bar where I could get served, even though I was not yet 21, but they liked young guys from the ranch since we were real cowboys, and the bar owner encouraged us to dress the part, since it brought in guys (and women) who were turned on by the image. It was a 2 hour ride in my trusty old pickup, that had brought me from Philly, where I was a college student, to the ranch, for a summer job.
Knowing I would be alone on this trip, I had looked at the possibilities on line and had contacted a few. One, going by the screen name of TripHazard, seemed to be a possible match for an adventure, and another, Makingit, seemed possible as well. TripHazard could not host, Makingit could, TripHazard was bi, claimed an 8" dick, Makingit admitted to a small dick, but claimed to be a skilled power bottom, and could host. Makingit had looked at TripHazard's profile, but never had met him, TripHazard had also looked at Makingit's, and, was OK with a 3 way if I could arrange it.
Now, my not so limited experience with 3 ways taught me that to be successful, no one could be left out and each of us had to pay equal attention to each other. I warned them both of this and they agreed.
We set 8 p.m. as the time at Makingit's house on the outskirts of Cheyanne. It was a small house on what looked like what had been part of a big ranch, a big ranch house, barns, corrals, etc. were a few hundred feet up the road.
As I approached the house, Makingit opened the door, and greeted me, saying, "Hi, my name is Norm, I am so glad you could come -- and hope you get to cum a few more times before you go home."
Norm was about 5'5", a bit chubby, not an athlete by any means, he was wearing a pair of silky green gym shorts, and a loose pink T shirt, with a picture of Mt. Rushmore, but the guys were full length and naked. All were uncut, Lincoln was semi-hard, Washington had a tiny dick.
Just as I was taking this all in, TripHazard showed up. "Is this the place?" he asked.
"You TripHazard?" I asked.
"Sure enough," he said. "Call me George." George was the opposite of Norm -- 6' 4", great build in a wife beater that was just white, tight shorts that left nothing to the imagination, medium brown skin, jet black hair in a pony tail, that hung way down his back.
"Can I get you two a beer?" asked Norm.
"Not for me," said George, "I'm native and an alcoholic, genetically, so no thanks. Got anything else?"
"Sure," replied Norm, "come look in the refrigerator." George went and looked, and took a Coca-Cola. I took a Coors.
George clearly had eyes for me, and me for George, and Norm for both of us, but nobody much for Norm. We made small talk for a couple of minutes, where we were from, what we did for a living, etc., and then I said, "Well, let's get too it. Strip!" Norm led us to the bedroom, where there was a king sized bed, and not much else.
"Let me be in the middle, to start with," Norm said. He was clearly a chub, basically hairless except his pubes, and under his arms, and then not a lot, his little cock, maybe 4" hard, and I say "maybe" since it could have been 3" exposed, but another 2 hidden in the fat, which would have made it 5", but it was rock hard, and tight up against his belly.
George, on the other hand, really was 8", or maybe 9", as measured along the top of the shaft, not much body hair, but straight black hair on the pubes, not curly as most guys are, and that long ponytail. And I, with my 7" was somewhere in between.
Norm grabbed each of us, and felt us, George was uncut, his foreskin would totally cover the head, and totally retract as well, even when fully hard. Norm was uncut, and his dick was small but hard as a rock, and his foreskin was way longer than the dick head, but would fully retract as well. And, as noted, I am cut so always curious about how foreskins work.
"I can fuck, if the hole is presented to me without big ass cheeks, but it is rarely big enough to reach a guy's prostate, unless he is a little guy," Norm explained, "but I love to be sucked off, and lots of guys can get my dick and my balls in their mouth at the same time, and, of course, I love to be fucked."
"Let's see that hole," said George. When Norm got on all 4's on the bed, you could have thought it was a female, he had two folds of probably fat, that looked like a pussy instead of a regular guy's taint, which for many guys, like George and me, was clearly the bottom of the cylinder of the hard cock, and below that, his hole.
"Jason, please fuck me first," said Norm, "your cock is big, but George's is a giant, and you can loosen me up so I can take him. I want to be fucked by both of you, and I want it to last a long time, since it feels so good, and, unless I play with my little cock myself, I won't cum."
So, I got right to it. Condoms and lube were on the bed side table, regular and Magnum, I put on a regular, lubed up, and checked his hole with a finger -- he was pre-lubed and ready. I ran my cockhead up and down his ass crack, and then lodged it in his hole, a little push, and it went right in.
"Ohhhh," Norm said. "That is so good. I love cock in my ass. Can you work it in a screw type motion? That feels the best."
"Sure," I said, and I did, and he moaned with pleasure.
"My turn," said George, "you want this big Native cock?"
"Please," begged Norm. And I pulled out, and took the condom off, while George put his big fat long cock in the hole. "Jason, come around here so I can suck your cock while George fucks me." So, I did. He was really a great cock sucker, took it deep down his throat and swallowed on it, almost made me cum right then and there. Meanwhile he is moaning as George fucks him, taking long strokes, and then screwing his hole, then long strokes again.
Both George and I had good pecs, out nipples were standing out, and we played with each other's nips, I like mine played with easy, but George liked it rough, and kept telling me to be rougher, rougher, which, I could do, and did, mauling his great pecs, and pinching and twisting his nips.
"Whoa," George said, "I could cum right now, but I want this to last."
"That makes two," I said.
"That makes three," said Norm.
So we slowed down. We took turns sucking each other, I could only get half of George's cock in my mouth, but could get Norms cock and balls in at the same time. We did a daisy chain, and then did a reverse, so we all got both other cocks. George played with my hole, and I with his.
"I am not a virgin back there," I said, "but I got fucked for the first time only three weeks ago, so I am pretty tight, I don't know if I can take you."
"Well, let's try, and if it does not go in without pain, I can always fuck Norm again." So he tried, fingers, lots of lube, then his monster (at least in my real life experience) cock. It was not going to go.
"Can I try?" asked Norm. I think I can get it in your lean ass.
"Sure," I said. He tried, and it having been lubed up and stretched by George, it went right in. It felt like a finger was in there, it did not reach the prostate, but, it felt good. George lay down under me and took my cock in his mouth, and he could deep throat me, too. I held back as long as I could, and then told George I was about to cum, he had two hands on his cock and had been stroking it leisurely, and then, put more speed and more pressure on it and came all over his belly and chest, and I came down his throat, and my ass clenching put Norm over the edge as well.
We cleaned up and traded contact information, I had another few weeks at the ranch, and, of course, both Norm and George lived in Cheyenne.
I had had a three way before, and fucked a chub before, but it was my first time with a Native. If cock size, body size, and hair length instead of guns had won the west, the Native tribes would still be in charge. I went back to my motel and slept, wondering what the next day would bring.