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Dick's Male Retirement Ranch It's only when opportunity presents itself as it had today, that a man realises how different male anuses can be - some are smooth and gloriously tight, while others are hairy and loose. Thrusting balls deep into one after the other was an awesome feeling. I was surrounded by men who were also enjoying the pleasures of the flesh - the ranch was alive with men fucking and blowing their loads. It was the sixth and final ass that look my load, and its owner made no bones about how much he loved feeling a hard dick flooding his guts with jizz. So much for giving my balls a rest! I was aware that to my right, Richard was following me down the line, sampling all of the holes on offer. He even timed it so that his load ended up in the same guy I'd bred. Richard and I retired to his cabin, where a fat, ready-rolled joint was waiting to be smoked. Richard fired it up and we shared it, enjoying our post-orgasmic high. "Great way to start the day, eh, Ryan?" "Nothing better, mate!" "It's a good idea for you to take a bit of a breather while you can. I've got a task for you at 4:00p.m. - a massage." "Who am I massaging?" "He a ranch newcomer. A guy named Brad, who's in his late 20s or early 30s." "Did he ask for me?" "No, but he specified that he was wanting a happy ending massage, and I know how good you are at delivering one of those!" "Is he wanting to be jerked off, sucked, or fucked?" "That's something he didn't specify. There's only one way for you to find out!" "Your place or mine?" "I'm not sure if he's a shy one or not, so to be on the safe side, I'd be suggesting you massage him in your cabin." A 4:00p.m. service didn't give me much time. I set up my massage table, made sure there were clean white towels on hand, and retrieved a bottle of massage oil from my bathroom. Brad arrived on time and when he knocked on my front door, I answered it naked. My cock wasn't yet hard, but it had a bit of heft to it. Judging by his attire, I figured Brad was a tradie, although which trade I couldn't be sure. We shook hands and when I invited him in, the first thing he noticed was the massage table, towels, and oil. "I need you to strip, mate - everything off." As he undressed, he said, "I didn't realise you'd be naked, too." "If it bothers you, Brad, I can throw on some track suit pants." "Nah, it doesn't bother me at all!" Like me, Brad was circumcised, and like me, he had a big dick. He was hard by the time he got comfortable on the table, and he positioned himself face down with his ass slightly raised, which told me he was wanting his balls massaged, too. * * * I started at the top and worked my way down. I felt him relax as I worked his shoulders and neck, and when I'd finished with his back, I started massaging his glutes. He was relaxed enough for my hands to occasionally part his butt cheeks, which let me check out his puckered hole. As I lightly ran my fingers over it, he moaned. When his hand reached up and cupped my ball sack, I lowered my hand and started to massage his nuts, which were big and obviously full. "Been a while, Brad?" "Way too long, mate!" "I want you to just enjoy your treatment today. I'll take care of your boys for you!" I spent a good amount of time massaging his balls, and when he finally rolled over, his cock was very hard and leaking precum. I wrapped my hand around his rigid dick and started to slowly stroke him. My cock was similarly hard, and he started to tug at it. "Slow down, Brad. We'll both enjoy it more if we let it build." I felt Brad's dick pulse in my hand and with a long sigh, he started pumping his load in long ropes all over himself. I was ready to blow, too. When I asked him where he wanted my load, he surprised me by saying, "Down my throat." I repositioned Brad so that his head was hanging off the end of the table and fucked his throat for about 30 seconds before I started emptying my balls. He managed to swallow it all. I let him rest on the table for a while before handing him a damp washcloth to clean himself up. When he'd dressed and was ready to leave, he said, "I hope when I come back, you'll let me suck your cock." "It'll be my pleasure, mate." I called Richard when Brad had left and his first question was, "How did it go?" "It all went well, mate. Brad certainly seemed satisfied." "Did you fuck him?" "Not in the arse, I didn't. I gave him a long balls massage which he responded well to, and then I fucked his throat. He swallowed my full load." "No mean feat!" "He said he'd be coming back, and he wants to suck my cock." "I think you've blown your load twice today, right?" "Yep, and my balls are feeling very tender now." "Give them a rest, mate. They've worked hard today!" "And how about you, Richard? How many loads have you blown?" "Aside from a quick wank before I went to sleep last night, my balls haven't had a workout. But Noah Bernstein is coming by shortly, and he's wanting to be fucked and bred." "Normally, I'd love to join you for that, but my boys just aren't up to it at the moment." * * * I woke the next morning to a hot and humid day, with temperatures soaring to a top of 33C. And I woke - as always - with an urgent need to piss. I opened my front door and saw Seth on his knees, taking the piss of any passers-by who needed to empty their bladders. I also saw Richard walking toward him in need of a piss, so I joined him on the lawn, and we flooded Seth's mouth and throat with the piss that had built up overnight. "How did you go with Noah?" Richard hefted his big ball sack in his right hand. "These boys are empty for the time being, so I'm guessing that answers your question!" "Well, your boys might be temporarily empty, but mine aren't, so I'm going to get rid of a load up Saul's arse. He's presenting his hole for breeding just over there." Richard watched as I strolled over to Saul and thrust my hard cock deep inside him. Ideally, Saul would have wished for two cocks up his arse together, but for now he'd have to be content with just my stiff one-eyed warrior. I rode him hard and fast, and it didn't take me long to get my nut. When I pulled out, cum still dripping from my piss slit, Richard applauded me. My grin was genuine. "That oughta take the edge off - for now!" "So, what's planned for the rest of the day, Ryan?" "With the weather being so hot today, I think I'll just stay inside with my aircon running. And when my balls have recharged, I'll invite my boss over and take care of the itch up his arse." "That's an excellent use of your time, mate! I'll fry up some sausages on the barbie and we can have them wrapped in bread with ketchup." I gave him the thumbs up. "For now, I need to have a shower. I seem to have worked up quite a sweat! I'll see you later..." As Richard walked away, he'd have known that my eyes were glued to his spectacular arse. For show, he bent over and picked up an imaginary bit of rubbish, affording me a birds-eye view between his arse cheeks and the source of his itch that needed to be scratched. I enjoyed my tepid shower and made sure I was clean all over. I washed my balls and ball sack, aware that my boys were still a bit sensitive. But they'd recover in time for me to put them through their paces with Richard later in the day. I dried off after my shower and plonked myself in front of my aircon, flicking around television stations until I found something worth watching. It turned out to be mindless TV, as it so often does, and I found my mind wandering to the gratitude I felt for the fact that Richard and I were both born male. What's hung between our legs was a source of constant pleasure for us both, and what our balls produced was a continuous reinforcement of our masculine identities. I drifted off for a while, aware that my hand was cupped over my soft cock. I don't know that I was protecting him from, but as most men know, it's an automatic reflex. It was close to dinner time when I woke, and I could smell sausages cooking. I fitted a cock ring and made my way to Richard's cabin, taking with me a bottle of wine and a spliff. The sausages wrapped in bread - an Aussie staple - hit the spot and I smiled as I watched melted butter run down over Richard's chin. "That's not what usually runs down over your chin, mate!" When the meal was finished and the dishes had been stacked in the dishwasher, I looked at Richard closely. "If I'm remembering correctly, there's something about an itch up someone's arse that needs to be scratched?' "Yeah, that arse belongs to me!" he chuckled. "Get in there and do your job!" "If it's a 'job', then I should be remunerated..." "We'll discuss the terms of your employment when you've done the job!" * * * There's not much that needs to be said - Richard got fucked, and he enjoyed it as much as I did. I crawled into bed content in the knowledge that Richard's itch had been scratched, and I'd managed to get rid of rather a lot of semen. A high of 31C was ahead tomorrow, which meant sweaty balls for me. Thank God for aircon! The following morning I woke covered in sweat, despite the fact that I'd slept without any covers over me. My quick morning shower was refreshing, and I was thankful that within the ranch grounds, clothing wasn't required. I poked around in my kitchen and spied two overly ripe bananas, which I mashed in a non-stick frypan, added one egg, beat it together, then fried it like a pancake, turning it often. When it was cooked, I plated it up topped it with maple syrup. It was another recipe that I mentally added to the cookbook I planned to write one day. It was also a dish I planned to cook and share on another occasion with Richard. I always tried to dazzle him with my cooking skills, not just my cock! Richard called to alert me to the fact that Jake was scheduled for his maintenance spanking later in the morning. It would be a bare arse hand spanking. And I was reminded that if I chose to, I could impale his ass or skull fuck him. At 11a.m., I fitted a cock ring and headed for the Discipline Shed, where Jake was positioned the way I like - in the doggy position, displaying his arse cheeks, his hole, his cock, and his balls. I turned him over my lap and blistered his arse for a good 10 minutes, until his cheeks had turned the colour I like them. I opted not to arse fuck him. Instead, I fucked his mouth and throat until I'd blown my load, and then watched him swallow it. It was still early, and I'd emptied my balls for the first time today. But it wouldn't be the last, I knew that for sure. I was taking a piss on the lawn when Richard sauntered over and joined me. When we'd both finished, he said, "A guy has emailed me, hoping to get a job at the ranch." "Name and age?" "Oliver, and he's almost 30 I believe. He tells me he's an oral expert and a great fuck, but that's for you to confirm." "When are we expecting him?" "He's available anytime we like. I know you're good for another load, so the sooner the better I reckon." "I'll meet him in the office in 15 minutes. You need to see him in action." The quarter hour window gave me time to fit my cock ring and get my dick ready for action. I was fully boned as I headed for my session with Oliver and when I walked in, I found a good-looking naked man who wore his age well. Oliver was ready to chat, but I cut him off. "We can talk later, mate. Right now, I'm ready to find out how good your cock sucking skills are, and whether you're the great fuck you claim to be." I sat on the sofa with my legs spread and indicated for Oliver to drop to his knees and suck my dick. He got a tick from me for his oral skills - he really smoked the rigid cock that was working its way into his throat. Without being instructed, he played with my balls while he was sucking me, so that was another tick. "OK, Oliver - I'm going to fuck you now. I want you on all fours, ready to be bred. Hopefully you've lubed your arse?" "Yes, Sir - I'm good to go." When Oliver presented his arse, I moved behind him and slammed my cock into him balls deep. He took it exceptionally well, and he certainly knew how to use his arse muscles to massage a dick when it was all the way inside him. It wasn't long before I felt my orgasm approaching, and my cock was as deep inside him as it could possibly be when I started pumping my load into his arse. Before I withdrew, he used those well-trained arse muscles to milk every last drop of jizz from my balls. When I pulled out of him, I was pleased to see a full load of my semen streaming out of his battered arsehole. Richard had been watching intently and stroking his own hard cock while I was auditioning Oliver. I grinned and said, "Time for you to hop on, Richard - you're the one who'll be offering him a contract if he makes the grade today." Richard took my place behind Oliver and sank his cock deep inside the impressive man who was doing his best to pass his audition with flying colours. While Richard was thrusting into Oliver's arse, I couldn't resist reaching between my boss's legs and massaging his huge balls, which made him groan with pleasure. Very quickly, Richard blew his load, emptying those enormous nuts into the receptive arse he was enjoying. When he withdrew his cock, his seed poured out and soaked into the mattress beneath him. I looked at Oliver and said, "All that's left for you to do is fuck and breed one of us - you can take your pick." Oliver faltered. "Guys, I'm a total bottom - I don't fuck men." Richard's face registered surprise. "Usually ranch staff here are versatile and are expected to give and take." I attempted a save. "You can start out as a total bottom, Oliver, and we'll work with you to help you to become a breeder." Oliver looked at us expectantly. "So, did I get the job?" "You've got what it takes to become a member of the team here, Oliver," Richard smiled. Opening a drawer in his desk, Richard pulled out a copy of the ranch's standard contract. "You need to take this with you and read it closely. We're here to answer questions if you have any. Otherwise, you can sign it and return it to the office." Before Oliver left with his paperwork, Richard squatted over his face and covered the man's mouth with his arse crack. He didn't offer instructions - this was a test to see whether Oliver was also skilled at rimming. Oliver quickly worked his tongue deep into Richard's hole and judging by the murmurs of approval from the boss, he was doing a good job. The familiar taste of a man's arse caused Oliver's cock to instantly harden, and while he was busy between Richard's butt cheeks, I crawled between his legs and took his dick deep into my throat. I was quickly tasting the man's precum, and he whimpered with delight as his balls emptied themselves into the back of my mouth. The three of us were spent, and we moved to the bed to lay back and recover. Before Oliver left us, I fetched a washcloth, soaked it, and wrung it out so we could all clean up the spunk that seemed to be everywhere. When he was dressed, I led Oliver to the door and watched him walk to the main gates. Closing the door again, I turned to Richard and have him the thumbs-up. "He sure is a good fuck!" "Yes, he is," Richard agreed. "I think we've earnt a joint..." * * * Evening was starting to descend, and the temperature hadn't yet reached the forecast top of 31C. "I'm a bit too ripped to take the minivan into town, Richard. I think I'll order pizza to be delivered." "Make sure you ask for Raymond to deliver it!" "He's the young guy who delivered pizza one time and walked in while I was fucking you, right?" "Correct. And as soon as you'd emptied your balls, he took your place and bred me." I was surprised when I phoned the pizza shop to find that they were closed. Instead, I rang and ordered Chinese takeaway. When it was delivered, I took a call from Richard letting me know that the delivery guy had declined to take his clothes off to enter the property, so I needed to meet him at the gate and pay for the food. What he thought when I opened the gate naked and wearing a cock ring around my semi-hard dick is anyone's guess, but he was grateful for the tip I gave him. Richard and I enjoyed our meal and the bottle of wine I'd opened, and when we were done, I rolled another small joint. "It's a hot, lazy night tonight, so I thought we'd just kick back and enjoy ourselves." Richard grinned. "If we're kicking back and enjoying ourselves, one of us should probably be fucked!" "I reckon it should be me - I'm craving a big dose of Dick today!" When the second joint had worked its magic, Richard positioned me on his bed with my legs pulled back and fucked me for a good 15 minutes before blowing his load. Then, in the interests of fair play, he lowered his mouth over my hard cock and sucked me off. At Richard's invitation, I spent the night with him. He was still sound asleep when I woke in the morning with a pressing need to pee. Rather than risk using the bathroom and waking Richard, I stepped outside and pissed on the lawn. Even though it was early, there were several men out and about with hard cocks, clearly looking for willing mouths or arses to empty their balls in. I planned to breed Raff later in the day, but first, I need a good rim job. I sent Abe a text inviting him to drop by ASAP to eat my arse. With a butt buffet in the offing, Abe turned up promptly and got to work. I was waiting on all fours on my bed, knees apart with my ball sack dangling between my legs. I felt Abe's hands parting my arse cheeks and pushing his face into my butt crack. He thoroughly worked my hole deep with his tongue and finished me off by licking my ball sack and sucking my balls. Naturally, he had me hard in no time, and I needed to find a willing bottom. When I opened my door for Abe to leave, I saw Raff. Perfect timing! He noticed my hard-on and grinned. "Horny, Ryan?" "I'm horny for you, Raff!" "Smooth talker! I'll take it doggy style this morning, thanks!" Raff wasn't one for foreplay - he just wanted a stiff cock buried up his arse and a deep fuck. And that's exactly what he got... * * * I'd just blown my load and slipped my dick out of Raff's arse when Richard strolled over, his hard cock pointing north. "Stay in position, Raff - I've got another load for you." It was always enjoyable watching Richard when he was boned up for breeding. His balls deep thrusts inspired me. Despite the fact that Richard had fucked and bred me the previous evening, he was raring to go again, and he pounded Raff's arse as if he was drilling for oil. I watched from behind as Richard's ball sack pulled up close to the base of his cock and he roared his way through what was obviously a very intense orgasm. Raff left in search of more balls to drain, while Richard and I enjoyed a breakfast of cereal and coffee. Richard scratched his chin and said, "Oliver dropped off his signed contract last night." "Does he have a starting date?" "He'll officially clock on next Saturday. He needs time to move his belongings into storage." "That arse of his is gonna make him a very popular staff member." "Remember though, we need to work with him and teach him how to be a top, not just a bottom." "He seems a bright enough guy. I expect he'll catch on quickly." "Do you fancy heading into town for a counter lunch?" "Where are you thinking? "The Herbert Hotel on Sturt Street." "We can have a flutter on the pokies while we're there!" "Set a limit on what you'll put through the machines, mate!" "I'm going mostly for the grub - their food's very good. Are you going to drive there?" "No, I'm thinking we'll hitch a ride in the ranch van. That way we can have wine with lunch." "Good thinking 99!" Because we weren't going out until after midday, I had time to shower, dress, and do a bit of cleaning around my cabin. I also had time to answer a couple of emails from home and log onto the Herbert Hotel's website to check out their menu. I figured I'd have a steak sandwich with salad and chips, and my guess was that Richard would opt for the chicken schnitzel and bacon burger, with sweet chilli mayo, salad, and chips. By the time midday rolled around, I was ready to leave. I collected Richard on the way, and we waited for the ranch van to transport us into town. The Herbert was busy with people enjoying their lunch, drinking at the bar, or playing the pokies. We were served quickly, probably because the waitress knew Richard from his previous visits. The food was very good. The steak in my toasted sandwich was cooked perfectly, and Richard really enjoyed his schnitzel and bacon burger and between us we made quick work of the chips. * * * When we hit the pokies, luck was on my side. A ten-dollar investment gave me a return of $600, which was handed to me in cash. Richard grinned. "I guess dinner is on you!" Later, we wandered around checking out the various eateries, before settling on Piccolo Cucina, a delightful Italian restaurant on Abbott Street. After perusing the menu, we deciding we'd keep it simple- bruschetta as an entrée, a starter serve of Gnocchi ai Quattro Formaggi to share, and a dessert bowl of Affogato each. To accompany it we ordered a carafe of Italian white wine. It wasn't a cheap dinner, but we both agreed it was worth the cost. And we were both very full. Once we were back at the ranch, we were too tired after so much food for any full-on sex, but Richard rewarded me with a long. slow blow job. My tummy was full, and my balls were empty, so when I returned to my cabin, sleep came quickly. The new day was muggy and wet. A top of 29C was forecast and the light rain made things steamy. I lay in bed absentmindedly fondling my ball sack and pondering what the day had in store. I needed coffee so when I climbed out of bed, I turned on my percolator before heading for the bathroom to empty my bowels and bladder. As I drank my brew and started to feel human again, I heard a text alert on my phone. It was Richard, letting me know that Mason, the Lutheran teenager, would be visiting later in the morning for a milking, and he'd once again be accompanied by his father William, who I recalled was a voracious cock sucker. Richard's message ended with, "The milking will be in my office, and when the lad's blown his load, his dad can use his talented mouth and throat to empty our balls for us." Before I left my cabin for Richard's office, I had a quick breakfast of cereal and sliced banana, and another coffee. When another text arrived from Richard, letting me know that Mason and his dad had arrived, I slipped a silicone cock ring around my wrist should it be needed, and strolled to the office. Once inside, I greeted Mason, who wasn't looking nervous, as he had when he visited for the first time. His large, circumcised cock was standing proudly at attention, as was his father's. Mason was seated on one of Richard's sofas, and William was seated opposite him, in what I guess he considered the 'best seat in the house' for voyeuristic observers. I sat next to Mason and started by feeling his big balls. "These boys definitely need to be milked, Mason." "Yes, Sir, they do!" I wrapped my hand around Mason's boner and stroked him slowly, and he moaned appreciatively. I edged him so that he could get the most out of his orgasm and ejaculation. Being a horny teenager it wasn't long before I felt his dick swell in my hand and he was suddenly spurting huge ropes of cum from his piss slit. The lad's load was another geyser, just like the first time. As I swapped sofas and sat beside William, I told Mason, "Don't wipe it up." I repeated the slow, edging hand job on William, and Richard watched intently as the older man's climax approached. When he started ejaculating, Richard and I were both reminded that his load was spectacular - be blew much more cum than even his horny teenage son. I handed him a damp wash cloth to wipe up his load, before instructing him to lick up Mason's cum-covered tummy and chest, which he willingly did. I took a seat next to my boss, and both of our hard cocks jutted up from our groins. "We both need to be deep throated, William." In a flash he was between my legs, working my dick like a milking machine. When I blew my load deep in his throat and watched him swallow it, he quickly moved to Richard and fellated him until he too emptied his nuts. Watching his dad so enthusiastically enjoying two adult cocks had Mason springing another boner, and I said, "Suck your son's dick. William, and don't stop until he blows another load." There was no hesitation on William's part this time - he lowered his mouth over the lad's stiff cock and worked it until Mason shuddered and shot another big load into his father's throat. The two males were relaxed and relieved when they left the office and headed out the gates to William's car. * * * I sent a text to Richard inviting him over for an early dinner of macaroni cheese and garlic bread, and he responded quickly. "I'll be there at 6.30, and I'll bring wine." I prepared the main course, and at six, I put the garlic bread into the oven. I rolled a small joint for us to share, knowing it was an appetite stimulant. I made sure I had chocolate in my pantry as well. As always, Richard was prompt and when he walked in, my cabin was filled with appetising food smells. While he waited for the meal to be ready to eat, we enjoyed the joint and sipped our wines. "William's quite the cock sucker, isn't he?" "You got that right. He sure does love dick!" The meal turned out well, although I knew we'd both reek of garlic in the morning. Richard sighed. "I should have brought a dessert, too." "I've got dessert sorted - we're sharing Simon! He'll be here shortly." Simon was the perfect dessert - sweet, decadent, and smooth. The last time he visited, he'd sucked me off, then fucked and bred me. Tonight, Richard and I would be enjoying his beautifully tight arse. I'd become accustomed to Simon's arrogant ways and put his attitude down to his confidence in his ability to bottom and top as though he'd been doing it for years, which come to think of it, he probably had. His opening gambit was to cockily announce, "I want it in both ends." Richard caught me rolling my eyes and he winked at me. "I'll take his throat, and you can fuck his arse." My boss and I worked him well together; if synchronised fucking were an Olympic Games competition, we'd have won gold for Australia. We almost blew our loads in synch, too - Richard emptied his balls first followed seconds later by me. Simon left with two loads in him, and Richard and I ended the evening with another small joint and some French kissing. * * * The new day was overcast but hot - the temperature was quickly climbing to its forecast top of 34C. I'd slept well after Richard and I had spit roasted Simon, and I took my time over a light breakfast and a long, cool shower. I was wondering what was ahead for the day when I heard the familiar text alert on my phone. "I trust you slept well, Ryan," he wrote. "I've had an application from a new staff hopeful, and I'd like you to test him. Your balls have work to do at 10a.m." "Name and age?" "His name's Hudson and his message only specified his age as twenties. You need to breed him in my office, so I can see him doing his thing." At 9:55, I fitted my cock ring, plumped up my cock a bit, and left for the office. I walked in to find a good-looking young man, naked and sporting a beautifully shaped, cut cock. I shook hands with him and said, "You're the first guy I've met whose name is Hudson." "My mum was a big fan of Rock Hudson, and she named me after him. If only she'd known..." "Here's what's happening today. You'll be inspected from head to toe - and everywhere in between - then you'll suck my cock, so I can assess your throating skills, and then I'll fuck and breed you doggy style. Are you happy to proceed?" "Ready willing, and able!" "OK, Hudson... hands on your head, legs wide apart. I want to see that ball sack hanging between your legs." Hudson immediately did as I'd asked, and I was able to inspect him. I started with his balls which hung low; they were quite big. And his cock was very stiff. His arse cheeks were magnificent - sculptures really. And prised apart, they were even better. I ran my fingers between his arse crack and slipped one into his arsehole. I smiled when he automatically squeezed it. That instinct would stand him in good stead. The finger fuck had been completed; it was time to test his cock sucking skills... |