Gay Dude Ranch Novels & Stories

she shrugged. Bella had made arrangements for the trip that would take them out of the bustling city and into the vast grasslands in the shadows of the Andes. A small plane took them four hours south of Buenos Aires to the wide-open space that was Patagonia, center of the beef culture of Argentina. They were met at the small airfield by an older man with white hair and a large mustache. He spoke no English, and Bella's primitive Spanish skills were not very helpful. Still, they managed to communicate as much as necessary. He drove them another hour to Estancia Ranquilco, a remote family-owned working guest ranch in the heart of the Patagonian pampas. It was where they would meet up wit

"For a few minutes there I thought I was being called into the principal's office." "Not at all." Dean took another swallow of coffee. "But there're a couple of things you need to be aware of. It's about to get a little more exciting around here." "Okay." Jack nodded his head. Dean picked up a flyer from his desk and handed it over. Jack lifted an eyebrow. "Rodeo?" "Uh huh." Dean nodded. "Randy Warren at the Flying W holds one every year. Raises money for the youth ranch on the west side of the county."

Bree's GPS beeped, breaking into her reverie, and the mechanical voice told her to turn one half mile ahead. And there it sat, in the center of a long stretch of what the locals called a pole fence. The gateway's sign proclaimed the entrance to Rancho Dominacion. She swallowed a chuckle. Emilio Dacosta, the host of today's munch, was listed on the San Antonio BDSM site as a Dom with his own group. She wondered how many people thought the name merely implied his standing in the ranching community.

Chapter 1 Ailén I run my eyes over the price list I have to approve in less than an hour. My older brother is determined to drive us to ruin, although I must admit he has done a good job so far in getting our family ahead. But these figures are unhinged, never mind that they were used to build the new headquarters of the famous club we run. My brother Aaron Rivera is the successful founder, owner and CEO of Club Granada. A luxurious association, and pleasure night resort. Created for men and women practitioners of BDSM. And if you don't know what this term means, you can look it up on the internet, my favorite is Wikipedia.

"So what is this really about?" "Your manager lied," Hades hissed. He could tell from Guru's aura that the famous tom wasn't faking it. He legitimately believed he was going to a classy auction to purchase a no-fur for proper use. As if that was a thing. "You are going to a Rodeo." Guru scratched his ear. "No, this is an auction. And while I admit he's a little sneaky, I don't think my manager would send me into some kind of enforced orgy like you seem to be suggesting. That's just wrong."

It wouldn't hurt for her to get out there and enjoy herself while she still could. It was Friday night, and The Roan Horse was really turning up the volume. Due to its proximity to a number of smaller settlements, it served as a gathering place for unmarried people, the majority of whom were young Lakota and Cheyenne men. Gwen gave a little shake of her head as she stepped over the barrier. It was too noisy, too crowded, and after taking one look at the people who were already there, she realized that coming here had been a bad decision. She gave Melissa a light pull on the sleeve. "All right, here we go. I'm all set."

“Lucy, look at all the hot guys. It’s paradise.” Rhea raised an eyebrow. “Is this your usual scene?” Ruffa chuckled. “Not really. We dragged you here, remember? I figured a full-blown gay bar might be too much for your first night out with us.” “Oh,” Rhea said, slightly embarrassed. “Right.” Lucas said nothing, sipping his drink slowly as his gaze moved across the room, only half-listening to the chatter. Rhea sat back beside him, her arms loosely crossed, watching as Ruffa flipped his hair dramatically and pointed out strangers like they were auction items.

“This is your honeymoon. I told you I would take you on one, and here we are.” I was not convinced. “Are those people outside real? What are all these popular players doing in a place like this?” Carl stepped closer, his expression soft and understanding. “This place has another name. Gay paradise. Everyone you saw out there is real. They are popular athletes and celebrities, but they are also homosexual like us. Raj is here with his boyfriend. Sandra came with her wife. I know it sounds unbelievable, but please, do not mention any names. It is considered offensive here. If you recognize someone, just nod or ignore them. Everyone respects privacy.”

Three months later... Today was going to suck. And not the good kind. Nope. The big, sweaty, hairy donkey balls variety. He thought he'd been prepared for this, but the shift in his gut said otherwise. Biting back a sigh, Nakos Hunt glanced from the two men standing beside him to the wide open expanse of Cattenach Ranch. Two-thousand acres of rolling grasslands and high plains. The Laramie Mountains just to the south were little more than a bluish mirage in the distance, but a slightly cool breeze wafted across the basin to provide some relief from the heat.

It’s a gay fucking club. His eyes adjust to the dim, red-tinted lighting. To his left, a stage is set up where a masked stripper hangs upside down on a pole, his thick cock hard and glistening as he thrusts his hips at the crowd. Men in the front row reach out, stuffing dollar bills into the waistband of the stripper’s jockstrap, their fingers grazing the slick skin of his thighs. Everywhere Ryder looks, men are touching, groping, and grinding against one another. Some are bent over booths, getting fingered roughly while others watch.