Mike and the Ranch Hands

Mike stirred under the warmth of the feather duvet. Turning over he reached out to cuddle his wife, but all that greeted him was an empty space and rumpled sheets. He struggled to clear his head for a few seconds, not sure which of his thoughts were from his dream and which were real.

He stretched and his thoughts gradually dropped into place. Oh god. Of course, today was the day his wife going to pick up the new contract from her agent. She had left before sun up and would be back late.

He turned over rubbing his eyes, trying to focus on the room and through the window in the far wall, the Blue Mountains which surrounded the ranch were gradually changing colour as the sun rose to greet the brand new day. It was already hot and he threw the duvet off, exposing his naked form to the gentle breeze which wafted through the open window and the screen door.

He shivered slightly as the cool breeze caressed his body, causing his skin to Goose Bump up and his nipples to go rock hard. Reaching up, he took a nipple between the forefinger and thumb of each hand and roughly squeezed them, feeling the skin around each dark brown point contract as the sensations wafted over his body. He had woken up as horny as ever and felt the waves of pleasure drift down his body; he automatically slid his hands down to his groin, taking his stiff prick in one hand and his large and heavy balls in the other. He squeezed and stroked his balls as he pulled back the foreskin of his larger than average prick.

As the sensations intensified, he exerted more pressure, digging his nails into his scrotum and searching for his puckered anus with one of his fingers. Soon his prick was dribbling with pre-cum and on the next, he pulled hard and pushed his finger into his tight arse. His back arched to meet his invading finger and he knew that his orgasm was only minutes away.

His body was now racing towards orgasm and just as he felt the first signs of the impending climax, a voice broke the mood.

“Mr Mike. Are you up yet?” It was Hank, one of the three brothers who looked after the ranch for him.
“Erm……yes. Wait a minute”. Christ; could he pick his moments. His body started to relax and the signs of the orgasm that he had craved now faded. All that she had left was a semi stiff prick and a pre-cum soaked foreskin.

He rubbed around his helmet and after wiping some of his pre-cum, he raised his fingers to his lips and sucked each finger clean of the sticky nectar. Waste not want not he thought, as a wicked grin played across his face.

He could not be angry with Hank for long. He was young, maybe 19 or 20 and the baby of the three boys. But even though he was the baby of the three, he was already tall, blonde and lean. Days of herding the cattle and working on the ranch had made sure his body was well muscled and bronzed. Mike knew that his wife had noticed Hank and the bulge in his jeans as he worked around the ranch, but he was sure that she did not know that he had admired Hank’s package just as much. Mike was not sure, but he looked very well endowed and sometimes as he watched him, he day dreamed about him. Mike fantasised about Hank taking him in his muscular arms, bending him over and after kissing him on the neck, he would sinking his meat between his widespread arse cheeks.

Mike shook his head wrapping the sheets around his naked body just as Hank’s broad grin appeared at the open window.

“Morning Mr Mike. Hope I didn’t disturb you”. Mike’s face flushed crimson and he didn’t know why. What if he had come just a few moments earlier? But then, maybe that would have been better. Maybe he would have taken advantage of the situation and taken over from Mike’s hands, maybe even wrapping his young lips around his swollen purple helmet.

“Hi……..Hi Hank, no you didn’t disturb me, I was just getting up anyway”. Mike wrapped the sheet around himself and slid off the bed.
“Was there anything in particular you wanted?” he shot him a smile and momentarily made the young ranch hand blush.
“Errr. No….I….ugh”
“You what Hank?” Mike had him flustered and he was enjoying himself. It was evident that Mike still had an erection and Hank was not quite sure where to look. Mike turned and started to walk towards the bathroom, letting the sheet fall slowly apart at the back, exposing his tight round buttocks to the confused Hank.

“Hank, what was it you wanted?” Mike turned and looked straight into his eyes. He squirmed and looked down. Mike increased his discomfort when he let the sheet slip and expose his prick surrounded by thick black pubic hair.

“I…….I mean…..Oh Mr Mike, I don’t know”. The hapless Hank stood totally confused and felt just like a schoolboy.
“Oops!” Mike feigned mock surprise when he suddenly discovered that his semi erect prick was poking out between the sheets. He slowly covered it and looked at Hank. “I am sorry Hank, I hope I didn’t embarrass you. Did I?”

Hank shuffled from foot to foot just wanting to escape. As Mike enjoyed his discomfort, his eyes fell from his young and crimson face, down his hard, lean body to his groin. So he hadn’t been looking huh? Well that bulge in his jeans told a different story. It was a dead giveaway. Mike smiled to himself as he turned away.

“I’ll be twenty minutes Hank. I just need a quick shower. Will it wait?”
“Uh huh. Yes sure Mr Mike”.

Mike felt his young eyes follow him to the bathroom and as he closed the door he leant back against it letting the sheet fall to the floor. Looking at his reflection in the full length mirror and cupping his balls in his hands he smiled again. “Well Mike, you have not lost it. You definitely have not lost it!”


Chapter 2 – Hank Needs to Talk

Hank walked out of Mike’s bedroom and stood on the porch looking towards the sun as its fingers gently woke up the mountains and the many a****ls that inhabited them. He was confused and as he stood contemplating what had just taken place, absent mindedly rubbing his groin. His prick was fully aroused; well what the hell do you expect when the boss had flashed his perfect and uncut prick at him. Did he mean to do it? He was confused, but he was sure by the wicked grin and the twinkle in his eye that he was playing with him and that he had meant to let him see his bare and sensuous flesh.

Of course Hank had done the rounds and had probably bedded most of the eligible young females and as many of the young studs within twenty miles, but Mike was different. He was the boss for a start and more mature and experienced. To put it in a nutshell, he was far sexier than any of the other men he had bedded. He had what it took and she knew how to use it – power and sex, an amazing combination.

Hank was wondering what would have happened if he had pushed him and maybe kissed him, or placed a hand on his exposed meat. This was going through his mind as he continued to stroke at his sizeable erection, when his brother Chad brought him back to reality.

“What the heck do you think you’re doing Hank?” Chad’s voice was mildly scolding but at the same time had a laugh in it, which told of the affection he held for his little brother.
“Oh.ugh….nothing; just thinking Chad”. Hank hated being caught out, especially by Chad who was his oldest brother and who had been his hero ever since their father had died.
“I can guess what you are thinking about, but that won’t do you any good and it won’t get your chores done”. Chad walked up to Hank and placed his arm round his shoulders. Although they were roughly the same height; both around six foot four inches, Chad was far broader. His brotherly hug engulfed Hanks as he guided him off the balcony and across the dusty yard.

“Mr Mike is a powerful man, but you dreaming about him ain’t gonna get you nowhere. All it’ll do is get you hot, bothered and mighty frustrated”.

Chad smiled at the thought of Hank having the hots for Mr Mike, but then he was a mighty powerful and good looking guy. In fact Chad did not know one of the hands who liked guys, or in fact one any man for miles around who did not fancy the pants off Mr Mike.

“Chad?” Hank started.
“Yup”
“Has Mr Mike ever, you know, well……I mean has he ever……..”
“Hank, I don’t know what the hell you are on about, but spit it out boy”
“Has, I mean have you ever seen Mr Mike naked?”

Chad sucked in a large breath. Hank really had got it bad.

“No, I can’t say I have. Why do you ask?”
“Well just now. I walked up to his window”. Chad cringed. His young brother was peeping on the boss.
“And Mr Mike was still in bed. He was real flushed and had a hard-on”.
“Then?”
“Well then he got out of bed with a sheet wrapped around himself. He was naked underneath”

Chad was starting to feel slightly uncomfortable. His prick was stirring in his jeans and small beads of perspiration rolled down his forehead at the thought. “And then?”

“Well then he made out he was sort of scolding me, but he let the sheet slip so I got a look at his meat”.

Geeze, could Mr Mike really have the hots for his k** brother? Chad knew he was horny; sometimes he heard him moaning when his wife was making love to him, but this was different. He had no idea if he was that way inclined like himself and his two brothers. He was either after his k** brother or teasing him. Both ways Chad needed to know and if his k** brother was going to get a piece of Mr Mike’s arse, then sure as hell Chad was not going to miss out.

As they walked towards the bunk house, Chad thought quickly and decided that if Mr Mike had woken up horny, maybe they should help him out in his hour of need. He smiled and licked his lips at the thought of sinking his nine inches of pure Virginian meat into that prize arse.

Reaching the bunk house, Chad turned the door handle and pushed the door, to be greeted by the sight of the third brother, Luke, tucking into his morning feast. Luke was the gentle giant of the three. At six foot seven, his broad shouldered frame filled two place sittings at the table.

“Morning big b*o” Chad chuckled as Luke grunted without even raising his head to greet them. “See you are eating for Virginia again this morning?”

Luke looked up momentarily and grinned. He loved his food, but the hard work on the ranch kept his waistline in check. He was one of those guys who you could not dislike. Large and kind, and at ease with all the a****ls on the ranch. He had a way about him which made even the wildest horse feel at ease. Funnily enough, the same gentle demeanour made him a favourite with both the ladies and men as well.

Chad and Hank sat down at the table opposite Luke as he finished the remainder of his plate. They waited knowing that they would get very little sense out of him while he was eating. Finally he finished and looking up, wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt.

He’s not the most genteel of guys, Chad thought, but the ladies and the queens just can’t get enough of him. This of course had something to do with the fact that Luke was considered to be on of the best pussy lickers and rimmers in the state and in addition, like his two brothers, he was exceedingly well endowed.

“So how do you fancy some hard prick for desert?” Chad whispered cross the table to Luke. Hank sat with his mouth open; what was Chad planning?
“Sounds great” Luke smiled. There was nothing he liked better than the taste of pre-cum leaking out of a rock hard prick.
“OK, well little brother seems to have stirred up the devil in Mr Mike and I think he needs his fire satisfying. You up for it?”
“But………….” Hank started to protest.
“But nothing”, Chad stopped him in his tracks, “if Mr Mike has a fire between his legs, who better than the Channing boys to help him put it out?”

Luke and Chad grinned at each other and looked at Hank.
“You in little b*o?” Chad raised his eyebrows at Hank.
“OK, I’m in”

The three stood up and walked back into the yard. Across the yard was the ranch house where Mr Mike would be soaping his tanned and well defined skin clean for the day. The three walked across the yard towards the house and quietly up the steps to the porch.

Trying to make as little sound as possible, Chad motioned for Luke to open the door and go in with Hank. He needed no second bidding and as carefully as possible he pulled the screen door open and entered the room. Following close on his heels, Hank could hear the sound of Mr Mike in the shower. He hummed to himself as he soaped his prick, which was once again rock hard.

Carefully the two Channing boys walked across the bedroom, past the unmade bed, where only a short time ago, Mr Mike had played himself close to orgasm. Approaching the bathroom door, Luke looked at Hank and smiled “OK?” he mouthed. Hank raised his thumb and they entered the bathroom.

As they entered, they could see Mr Mike with his back to them in the shower, which was big enough for a sports team. His body was covered in soap and glistened. Both brothers licked their lips.

As they watched him, it was obvious that he was paying very close attention to his prick and balls. He had unhooked the shower head and with his legs apart was playing the needle like jets of warm water against his scrotum. His free hand was pulling hard and fast on his raging hard-on.

Luke slowly walked up to the shower, holding his breath in case he heard him. Just as he was within a foot or so, Mr Mike turned round and leaned against the wall of the shower. Now he could see his heavy balls covered in soap and he could also see his hand sliding up and down his erection.

Quickly and quietly, Luke started to take off his clothes and within seconds, was standing stark naked with his amazing weapon standing out proud and ready for action. Behind him, Hank had done the same.

So when Mr Mike opened his eyes for a second from the pleasuring he was giving himself, what he saw was to six foot plus cowhands, with 9” plus pricks standing ready for action.

“Boys, I…………” he started to protest, but could not take his eyes of the two huge pricks which stood to attention before him.
“We thought you might need a hand” Luke chuckled as he stepped into the shower and reaching out, took one of Mr Mike’s wrists in each hand.
“No Luke, I didn’t mean, you musn’t……”, he tried in vain to summon up some will power, but Mike knew that he wanted them and was willing for them to do whatever they wanted with him.

As Luke held Mike’s arms tight in his vice like grip, he felt Hank nudging past him and as Mike looked down, he saw the young stud open his lips and slide them over his erect prick.

“Hank, what are you doing? No you can’t, I don’t want you to, I’m not like that. Do you understand?” But as the words left his lips, his prick contradicted these words as he pushed his pelvis out and his prick deep into the waiting mouth. God this was going to be good he thought, as he wriggled under Hank’s expert tongue.

“Please don’t boys. I have always been faithful; what if my wife finds out?”
“Don’t you worry none”, Luke reassured him, “we won’t tell no one”.

Mr Mike looked from Hank’s head impaled on his twitching prick to the monster prick which stuck out from between Luke’s legs. Luke noticed him looking.

“Don’t you worry Mr Mike, Hank and Luky are gonna be real gentle and I guarantee you are going to enjoy it”. He watched Mike’s face; a look of fear mixed with lust in his eyes. He wanted them so badly but was not sure he would be able to handle their sheer size. Luke released on of his wrists and dropped his hand to his balls. He grasped at the balls and squeezed it in his huge hand, then taking snaking a large index finger under the balls, he worked it at the entrance to Mike’s arse. Mike squirmed; he had fantasised about this moment for so long.

“So Mr Mike, you gonna do as you are told?” Luke moved his face close to Mike’s and saw the fear in his eyes.
“OK Luke, I’ll do whatever you say, but remember I won’t be enjoying it”. Mike hissed the words, trying to make them think the he meant it, but he knew and they knew that he was most definitely up for it and they intended to make sure it was a session Mike would never forget.