Ranch Boy Next Door
 
By: Backwoods Boy
(© 2020 by the author)
Edited by: Brayon

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Chapter 4
Working as a Team 

It took me a couple seconds to remember where I was. The clock said four-thirty. I was on my back with Logan's arm across me and his head resting on my chest. He was still asleep. I shook him gently. He was momentarily startled to find me in bed with him. Then he grinned and was on top of me, kissing me madly. The alarm went off, and he ignored it.

"We gotta get ready for work, Logan."

"We got time for a quickie."

"No we don't. I can't be a bad influence on you. We got work to do."

He sighed. "Okay, if you insist. I thought I was the boss."

"Yeah, you are, but I'm your conscience."

"Ya owe me an extra one tonight though."

"I'm not here tonight."

"We're gonna talk about that later."

We were both out of bed and dressed in seconds. Logan turned on the coffee machine and started the eggs while I got the toast going and put a jar of applesauce on the table. In his spare time, he made his lunch. We worked like a team that had done this every day for years. By five o'clock, we were out the door with the bed made and the dishes done.

Logan headed for the passenger side of the pickup. "Yer drivin'."

"Where's the key?"

"In the ignition. It's stuck there permanently."

I started the truck and drove away with only a minor lurch at the start.

"Stop by the pump house over there. I gotta turn off the water."

When he came back, he pulled two new John Deere caps out from behind the seat.

"I almost forgot. Gramps got these for us yesterday."

I put on the cap and looked in the mirror, grinning at my reflection. I was beginning to look like a real ranch hand.

As we approached the field, Logan had instructions. "Park at this end. We'll walk to the starting point."

We walked as far as the first line, now a quarter of the way down the field. As we turned to walk down the line, I looked over at the house. Dad was standing in the front yard waving at me. I waved back. I don't think he was checking up on me, but it was nice he could see I was working.

The teamwork continued. We finished the work and were back at the truck in two hours and fifteen minutes.

Logan gave me a high five. "Nice work, fast-learnin' Toby. Yer gettin' this down to a science."

I grinned at him, pleased with the praise. "I've got a question for you."

"Shoot!"

"We just moved the last line to the last riser. What happens next?"

He smiled. "I'm glad ya brought that up. To answer yer question, there's two ways to do it. We could just start movin' back the other way, but the water distribution isn't consistent that way. So we load the pipe for the last line on a trailer and lay it out again at the other end."

He pulled out his phone and sent me a stored text message. "Today's Friday. On Monday, we're gonna move the pipe like I just told ya. One of us is gonna drive the tractor while the other handles the pipe. I just sent ya a link to a video showin' the basics of how to drive a John Deere 4020. Watch the video this afternoon. Tomorrow, yer gonna learn to drive a tractor. And from that grin on yer face, I think ya like the idea."

"Yeah, I do like it. Thanks for taking the time to teach me."

"I'm glad to teach ya. Havin' another tractor driver will be a good thing. And don't thank me too much 'cuz by the time the summer is over yer gonna be sick of that tractor. So we're done for the mornin'. You can walk home from here if ya like, or you can come back and hang out at the bunkhouse. Both of them are yer home now, really."

"I'll walk home. I like to do my homework early."

"Sounds good." He started to turn away, and then turned back. "Oh by the way. I could use yer help checkin' fence line in the mornin'. Ya wanna stay overnight tonight?"

I smelled a rat. "You don't really need my help. You just wanna sleep with me again."

He grinned slyly. "Yeah, yer right. But you ain't any more anxious to sleep alone tonight than I am. Right? And I just gave ya the excuse ya need for yer parents. Right?"

"You really are the kind of bad boy my mom warned me about."

"Yer damned right. And before I'm done with ya, yer gonna be as bad as I am."

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I was glad Logan had me watch the video. There were a lot of levers and controls to manage, but the video quickly got down to the basics. It was a lot like driving the pickup, with some important differences, like a hand throttle instead of a gas pedal. I watched the video several times. Then I found some others, and learned more.

At noon I made myself a sandwich and walked to my swimming hole. After a quick dip, I stretched out in the sun and thought about the last three days. It seemed more like a week than three days, so much had happened. Relaxing completely, I fell asleep.

My parents drove up as I was walking back to the house. They had a lot of groceries, mostly for the dinner with the neighbors the next day, so I helped carry the stuff in.

Dad looked at my John Deere cap. "I like your new hat. How did your day go."

"Well, it was a lot like yesterday, except I learned more about the water system. I also learned how we rotate the last line back to the front, and it means I'll be driving a tractor. I watched some videos today. Tomorrow, Logan is gonna teach me how to do that."

"Don't you get a day off? You need to spend some time with your parents, too."

"Yeah, I know, but I'm so excited about what I'm doing. And I gotta know how to drive the tractor by Monday morning."

Dad grinned. "Don't feel guilty. I was kidding you. Go do what you're excited about."

It was as good a time as any. "Logan wants me to help him with some fence inspections tomorrow and show me the ranch, so I'm planning to spend the night at the bunkhouse. Logan and I will both be back in time for dinner tomorrow."

Dad paused a moment. "That sounds okay to me. We'll look for you by five-o'clock then. Now let's go in and get dinner ready."

************

Logan was watching TV when I entered the bunkhouse. A second look revealed he'd linked his laptop to the TV and was watching a gay porn video.

He looked over towards the door. "Hey, fuck-buddy Toby, I'm glad you could make it. Any trouble with the parents?"

"Nope. They seem to have turned me loose to make my own decisions." I nodded towards the TV. "Are you taking lessons?"

I pulled off my shirt and sat beside him, looking closely at the video. The bottom was on his hands and knees, and the top was screwing him hard from behind. Both were clearly enjoying the activity. My boner popped to attention immediately.

Logan put his hand on the back of my head and pulled me over for a kiss. Once he had me fully engaged, he started playing with my nipples. I put my hand on his crotch and stroked his boner through his Levis.

A loud groan from the top brought our attention back to the TV. He was cumming hard. I'd watched porn before, but seeing it on a larger screen made it more realistic, and having had sex with Logan gave it a new dimension.

"Shit! That was hot! Would you explain that position? I haven't seen it before."

"There's some variations, but generally it's known as 'doggy style'. It's a different experience 'cuz the top can pound harder and get in deeper."

I was up for it. "Cool! Can we do it tonight?"

"Yeah, but let me show ya this first."

The video started out with a guy lying on a bed with his hands behind his head grinning at the camera. With a shock, I realized the guy was me.

I grinned at him. "You fucker!"

He grinned back. "What do ya think of it?"

I watched in amazement. Logan had used two cameras, an overhead from the back of the room and another on one side. He'd edited the video, using footage from both cameras. Watching and listening to myself get fucked was amazing. It was an excellent amateur video. It ended with me grinning up at him as he cleaned up the mess with his towel.

"That was hot! You're not gonna show it to anyone else are you?"

"Can I show it to some of my friends? Nobody gets copies but me and you."

I hesitated. "Okay, but I wanna be there when you show it to them."

"Okay, ya got it. Now, are ya ready to do it doggy style?"

I was more than ready. "Oh, yeah! You gonna record it?"

"Ya want me to?"

"Uh-huh"

************

"Uunnnngggg!" Logan slowly slid his seven-plus inches inside, and I loved it.

On my hands and knees on the bed, I pushed back to see if he was all the way in.

"Like it?"

"Oh, yeah, it's awesome!" He slid in and out a couple times, and I loved it even more.

"Okay, fuck me like you really mean it."

He pulled his pole almost out and then drove it all the way in.

"Oh fuck!" I still loved it, but there was pain with the pleasure.

He started screwing me seriously. I dropped down onto my elbows to make my position more stable. He was right about getting in deeper. It was a little painful at first, but I was enjoying it anyway. He started slowly, but quickly began to pound hard and fast. The combination of pain and pleasure was exciting.

"Oh fuck, Logan. This is great. Pound me harder. Yeah, like that. Oh, yeah!"

Logan began to vary the depth and rhythm. Being unable to see him, I couldn't anticipate what he would do next. Every time he drove in deep, I yelped with surprise and pain.

"I can stop if it's hurtin' too much?"

"Oh, no! I love it, even when it hurts. We gotta do this more."

The longer he pounded me, the more I liked it. I hadn't thought of myself as enjoying pain, but this kind of pain was fun.

I could tell by his breathing he was getting close. With a gasp of pleasure he drove in deeper than before, exploring new territory within me. With two or three deep thrusts, he left his cum where no man had gone before.

"Jesus, hot-kid Toby! I don't know when I ever came that hard."

"I loved every minute of it. Can we do it again."

He laughed out loud. "Give me a break, ya horny bastard. I need a while to recover first."

We spent a half hour cuddling and kissing until he was hard again.

"Let's try it another way. Stand up and lean over the bed. I'll try it standin' behind ya."

That wasn't working for us. We couldn't seem to get coordinated, and ended up collapsing on the bed, laughing our asses off.

"Okay, let's go back to the original plan. But this time get down on yer chest and spread yer legs out a little more so yer lower on the bed."

That one worked even better. Pinning me to the bed with his hands on my shoulders, Logan worked me over for about five minutes, even harder than before. When he finally exploded, I had a new concept of what it meant to really be fucked.

Logan dropped onto his back. "That's enough for tonight. I worked too hard today to do this anymore."

I crawled on top of him. "Can we kiss some more now? That's the part I missed tonight - we can't kiss and fuck at the same time." The passionate kissing only lasted a short time, too. We were both tired.

We fell asleep with Logan still on his back and me on top, my arms wrapped around his neck and my head on his chest.

To be continued...

Posted: 09/18/2020