Ranch Hand Toby
"How did the pipe moving activity work out?"
Mom had arrived home early and had cooked dinner, along with more help from me than she was used to. I was doing my best to accumulate good-boy points in order to engage in bad-boy activities. Now we were at the table, and Dad was quizzing me about my day.
"Very well. I learned a lot about irrigation, I got a lot of good exercise, and I learned how to drive a stick shift."
Mom went into hyper mode. "You what?"
"I learned how to drive a truck with a stick shift."
"You can't do that without a license! What is that boy doing, teaching you to do that?"
Dad was more reasonable. "Calm down, Dear. Let's analyze that a little more closely. The laws about driving apply only to public roads. If Logan wants to teach Toby how to drive, I'm all in favor of it. He's undoubtedly been driving for at least three years and probably more, considering he lives on a ranch. How did you do with the driving, Toby?"
"Well, I killed the engine once, but after that I did fairly well." I was withholding the information about driving alone.
Mom was still sputtering, so Dad continued.
"Do you plan to help Logan with the irrigation again."
"He told me I did a great job and asked me to help him every weekday for two or three hours in the morning until they stop irrigating. His grandparents will pay me twelve dollars an hour to do it. I think it will be a great learning experience for me, and I wanna do it."
Mom was still struggling. "You're too young to work!"
I let Dad handle it. "No, Dear, he's not. At fourteen, he's old enough to work on a ranch so long as the work isn't classified as dangerous. And he doesn't need our permission to do it. I think he's being very cooperative by discussing it with us."
Mom looked like she was going to have a stroke.
"Look at it this way, Mom. When you and Dad are at work, I gotta make my own decisions about what I do. This will not only give me something to do, it will be productive and educational. It will keep me out of trouble. I wanna do it." Out of trouble by my definition, not hers, but I wasn't saying that.
Mom was starting to get a grip on the reality of the situation. Her baby wasn't a baby anymore, and there was a definite logic to what Dad and I were saying.
She huffed a little. "Well, I guess I'm outvoted."
"Will you be able to get up at four-thirty every morning and make yourself a decent breakfast before going to work?" Dad was playing right into my hand.
"Yes, I can do that, but I'm afraid it would disturb you and Mom. And there's always the possibility I would oversleep and not be at work on time. But there's a solution to that too. The bunkhouse where Logan lives has a second bedroom, and his grandparents have invited me to use it the nights when I gotta get up early to work. Logan and I will fix breakfast together. Those are all benefits that go with the job. I think it would be a good idea if I took advantage of them."
"When would this start?"
"Tonight." The cards were all on the table.
Mom and Dad looked at each other and passed one of those silent communications.
"Toby, if you don't mind, your mother and I should discuss this briefly. Would you please clear the table and start the dishwasher while she and I take a short walk?"
"No problem." I stood up and started cleaning up as my parents walked out into the backyard.
I thought I'd handled it very well. I had expressed my thoughts calmly but firmly and with a maturity my parents weren't accustomed to. I had a strong suspicion that was part of the conversation they were having. I had an excellent track record of respecting their wishes, and I felt that would be in my favor, particularly since we were moving into territory where I no longer had to do so in every case.
I looked out the window. They were sitting in the porch swing, still talking. That was a good sign. I smiled to myself and went to my room. I had some research I wanted to do online.
Dad came into my room about fifteen minutes later. He looked over my shoulder at the computer screen. "You're reading an article about irrigation methods, I see."
"Yes, if I'm gonna be doing ranch work, I wanna know a little more about it."
Dad smiled. "You're showing a lot of maturity about how you're approaching this situation, and your mother and I are going to give you as much latitude as the law will allow. You have our blessing to take the job and to stay overnight. Please let us know if any problems arise. Your mother is on the phone right now making arrangements to have Logan and his grandparents over for dinner this weekend. It's a good opportunity to get to know our new neighbors, and it will make her more comfortable with the decisions you've made."
The decisions I'd made. I took note of that. We were entering a new era. I suppressed the urge to jump up and give Dad a big hug. I was suddenly too grown up for that.
"Thanks a lot, Dad. And thank Mom too, please. And I'll be sure to let you know how everything works out."
At nine o'clock, I poked my head into the living room carrying a gym bag with everything I would need for the next twelve hours or so. Mom and Dad were watching TV.
I gave them both my best happy smile. "I'm leaving now. I'll have a report for you tomorrow at dinner."
Dad grinned at me. "Have a good night, and good luck with your job."
Mom had to be Mom. "And please be careful, Toby."
"Of course Mom. Always. Goodnight."
The country in the evening had that same fresh smell as in the morning, except with a little dust added. It smelled even more like Logan now. I walked the half mile slowly, enjoying everything about my environment. Thanks to a little more internet research, I recognized a raven calling to its mate and a coyote howling in the distance. Along with the sounds of nature were things like the cattle on the far hill talking with each other, and a tractor being turned off and put away for the night.
At the bunkhouse door, I hesitated briefly, having an impulse to knock. Then I realized I lived there, and I simply turned the knob and went inside. Logan was in the kitchen making advance preparations for breakfast.
"Welcome to yer new part-time home, ranch-hand Toby. There's fresh sheets on yer bed, but ya gotta make it yerself."
"That I can handle. And I wanna take a shower. I didn't do that yet. I brought towels."
"There's fresh towels on the towel bar. Grams saw to that today. She would have made the bed too, but I told her not to 'cuz yer not a guest. The other ranch hands made their own beds, and you oughta do that too."
I grinned at him. "I'm glad you see it that way, and I hope your grandparents do too. Just because I'm younger and live in the neighborhood doesn't make any difference."
I went to my new room and put a few things into the dresser drawer. Then I carefully made the bed I didn't expect to spend any time in. When I was finished, I returned to the living area and put my work boots next to Logan's by the door.
Logan was at the table with his cell phone making notes of what he needed to do the next day. "Give me yer cell number in case I gotta call ya."
I gave him my number and he called me so I would have his too.
"I hear we're havin' dinner at yer place on Saturday. Am I on probation?"
"Sort of. Mom had a shit fit when she learned you taught me how to drive, and it got worse when I told her I had a job opportunity. Dad settled her down. She wants to meet your grandparents anyway, so this will make her happy in several respects."
"Okay, I'll be on my best behavior. Now go take yer shower and then I will. Bedtime comes early around here."
I headed for the bathroom.
"Oh, and by the way ..."
I looked back at a wicked grin. "... when yer done, don't bother puttin' any clothes on."
Logan came into his room, still drying his hair. I'd turned down his bedding and was lying on top of it naked, hands behind my head, a big grin on my face.
He paused to look at me. "Ya got no idea how hot yer body is, do ya?"
"Probably not, but I'll take your word for it."
"I've been thinkin' about doin' this all day."
Climbing onto the bed between my legs, he knelt and greased us both. Pulling me up close to him, he quickly penetrated me. With about three inches inside, he rapidly massaged my prostate with the head of his pole while stroking my boner with his right hand.
"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" The feeling of being stimulated both inside and out was unbelievable. My whole body tingled with sexual excitement. I squirmed under him and grasped at the sheets, trying to find stability.
He grinned down at me. "Like that?"
"Oh, fuck, Logan! Yer driving me crazy with what you're doing."
"Want me to stop?"
"Fuck, no!"
For endless moments, I writhed in a frenzy of sensual pleasure, moaning and crying out as he relentlessly over-stimulated me. Then I was over the edge. As I started to cum, he drove all the way in, his pole filling me completely as my spasms tightened my muscles around it. Howling like a wild animal, I unloaded onto my chest and abs.
Leaning over me, his lips found mine. Our tongues played tag as he thrust deeply, slowly bringing himself to a climax. He made no effort to hold back. He was a primitive animal wanting sexual release, and my body was the way to get there. Still kissing me frantically, he blasted his cum inside me.
Leaning back up on his knees, he grinned at me as he used his towel to wipe up the mess we'd made.
"Yer one hell of a hot fuck, hard-body Toby."
I had no response. The sex was great, but I was beginning to think I was nothing more than a hot fuck, and it bothered me. Logan was a lot more than a hot fuck to me, and I needed to be more than that to him.
Logan pulled the covers up over us. I rolled onto my side and he slid in behind me. With a gentle kiss on the back of my neck, he pulled me up close.
In a couple of minutes, his steady breathing told me he was asleep. It took me a little longer as I thought about the day and what Logan meant to me. I realized I was in love with my ranch boy. My ranch boy. I grinned to myself. Yeah, I was hooked for sure.
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