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This is the last chapter for a couple of weeks, many more are written but my home computer and I will be apart and my phone does not have the memory to take it all in. So if you are reading this day by day, just take a vacation from it, when it appears near the top of College again you will know a new chapter has been posted.
Bi-guy
One night, after supper, there was a fence break, and about a dozen steers got loose, and had to be rounded up, and put back where they belonged, and the fence had to be fixed. I rode out with Chris, the foreman, and Ron, a local guy, who worked on the ranch full time. He was married and lived in town, so generally once the day's work was done, just got in his pickup and went home. He had stayed on for supper this evening since his wife was out of town for a few days and we had the fence break situation to deal with. We had worked together quite a bit over the course of the summer. I was 20, a college student on a summer job, at a ranch that was owned by a gay guy, the Boss, and employed many gay, bi, and straight people. I was 6', 185, athletic, 7" cut, blonde, blue eyed, and bi. I was quite open about my orientation, and had, by midsummer, sexual encounters with many of my co-workers, including my roommate, but never with Ron.
"That was a full day's work," Ron remarked as we were riding back to the horse barn.
"Sure was, but we did it."
"Join me for a beer?" Ron asked. "I've got a 6 pack of Coors in the truck."
"Sure, let's get cleaned up, and do it. Get your stuff from your truck and come back to my room and we can clean up and toast a good job done."
He did, we went to the shower room, 3 shower heads, lots of water pressure, and cleaned up. His cock was about the size of mine, I got a semi, it never took much, and he was looking at it. "Nice," he said.
I looked at his cock, it was hard and stood out parallel to the floor, whereas mine aimed up at a 45 degree angle when hard. He was uncut, he pulled the foreskin back to wash underneath. The head was really purple, the rest of the cock pink, mine was just pink, although when about to cum the head gets red, as does my face, my neck and my upper chest.
"You are bi, right?" he asked.
"Yup,"
"Can you keep your mouth shut?"
"Sure, I do all the time."
"I am bi, also, and as you can tell, really horny. Can we mess around a little? We have to keep it on the DL. We can go to my house, or park somewhere, but I would rather be indoors with a bathroom."
"Sure, I will follow you home, and no one will be the wiser. If anyone asks, I just went out for a beer with you. As you can guess, the walls in the bunkroom are just one sheet of plywood and there is no privacy -- I have JO'ed many times to the sounds of the guys in the next room getting it on, and, I am sure they do the same, in fact, they have told me so. 'Porn Radio' they call it."
So, I followed him into town, which I have called Lexington to protect the guilty, he pulled into the driveway of an old bungalow, set back from the road, with its own corral and one horse, one goat, and a dozen chickens.
"C'mon in, have a seat and a beer," he said. We did, we made a little small talk about the ranch.
I said, "Let's get it on, tomorrow is going to be another work day, and I will need my sleep." He led the way into a bedroom, stripped off the blankets, and got a big towel to put down on the mattress.
We stripped, both hard, "Do you kiss?" he asked. "A lot of guys don't, but I like it."
"Depends on the guy," I said, "Let's try and see what happens." We did and it was good, my cock up against our bellies, and his poking my balls. We did a side by side 69, he was good at it for an amateur, he had only sucked 5 cocks before mine. (If you have been reading all in this series I had probably sucked over 50 at this point, but only bottomed for 4 guys.)
"Flip fuck?" he asked.
"Sure," I said, "you got provisions to clean out your hole?"
"Yup, and even better, we have a bidet, with a strong jet, so you just sit, relax your hole and let the water squirt in and flush you out. It really works well, and you might get off just doing it, so don't get carried away." I tried it, and it was really neat, the best way to clean out a hole I had ever tried. My cock was hard he whole time. He cleaned himself next, his cock hard as well. We dried our asses, and went to the bedroom. He laid down on his back and said "Ride me, Cowboy!"
I got on.
"Pinch my nips," I demanded, "hard, harder, now move your cock as far up my ass as you can get it." Precum started dripping from my cock onto his belly. It was like a steady stream, a lot more than I usually ever generate, even after a week of abstinence. I tasted it, it tasted a bit like the barbecue sauce that was on the ribs we had for supper at the ranch: sweet and smoky. It was good. We fucked for a while, sometimes him thrusting from below, sometimes me riding me from above. All the time my cock dripping precum onto me, him playing with my nips and my cock.
Eventually he said, "Flip?"
I said yes, and laid down on my back while he impaled himself on my cock. He just rode me like I did my horse, easy and it felt so good, I could move and I put it to him as hard as I could. We must have gone on for 15 minutes like this, getting sweaty and more sweaty, my sweat was dripping onto him, mixing with his precum, along with his sweat, making his belly slippery as hell.
"Whoa," he said.
"You're the rider," I said, "I agree. It is getting late, play with my cock and make me cum." He did, I did, and his ass clamping down on my cock, and me playing with his nips, put him over the edge as well.
"Great fuck," he said, "I hope we get to play again."
"So do I."