Gay Dude Ranch Novels & Stories

That means I'll have to dress up. They wouldn't make me strip, would they? Ethan doesn't show any ID at the door, so that confirms the fact that they own this place, too. I'm beginning to think they own half of the city. They have shares in multi-million dollar companies, wine bars, lounges, clubs. And it's all just the tip of the iceberg.

“You mean, called me back lately. What are you even up to that you can’t make a fucking phone call?” He sighed and said, “don’t you dare tell mom and dad.” “What are you doing and why is it a secret?” I asked in a gruff voice. “Calm down dude, it's nothing that bad.” “That bad?” I asked, getting more frustrated. He huffed and said, “I’m following the rodeo circuit through some of the western states. I’ve been riding broncs and some bulls, but it’s nothing like riding these damn cowgirls that follow me around.”

Roscoe said pulling them back to reality. Chuckling between the two men, Evie only observed, “They hate the Ranch.” “Yes, but every room and stall are booked all weekend.” He shook his head. “I don’t get it. But you were right, it’s popular as hell.” “People like to come to Texas for their pony play.” Evie said happily between her men. “Pony play?” Ink asked. “Yeah. Act like a damned horse.” Roscoe said pulling Evie out from between them. “Who are you riding with?”

I was in San Juan, PR and was super horny. I was being sketchy that night, just cruisin' around alone looking to get pounded. Sometimes I just want cock, and want it so bad that it drives me crazy. Well I didn't meet anyone by 11pm and had to leave. I had to drive back a long way to where I was living in the mountains. But I kept scrolling Grindr as I drove through the suburbs and suddenly got something. The guy sent me a faceless nude, a Latino guy who looked fit and large, wearing just a little cross on a chain with a hard cock that must have been 8+ inches.

I turn around to meet his chest, and naughtily grabs his balls, "They're soft too." He groans when I cup them, "Don't do it. I still want kids." I ignore his warning and let them roll on my palm, just playing with them like they're two big marbles, "Gay dads are so hot." "Yeah?" "The whole thing about being masculine and sexy but you can't get your hands on them, or the fact they'll never be interested in you, makes them soooo much hotter." Then I realise he's semi-hard, again. But this time I'm not wearing make up, or have my hair curled, not even putting on the corset or fuck-me heels so what gives?

"Waaaa help rape, rape... help meeee!!!" Hey Ken, we haven't even started yet. I mean, I haven't started yet. "Hey, be quiet, you're making me feel guilty, hubby. It's not called rape, it's your honeymoon." I held his hand, because he was struggling. Tsk, stop whining hubby if you don't want to die, die of pleasure hehe it's not just a joke. "Are you crazy, I don't want a honeymoon shutangina you Trix!!"

I read the name and smiled at him. Happy Hearts Dude Ranch. “Oh, I love it!” I had never lived on a ranch in the Wild West. My only vacation outside Canada was in New York once, when my dad was alive. This was something I was unprepared for. The ranch looked so welcoming, I couldn’t wait to experience it. He parked the car with a satisfied smile and grabbed my hand. Together, we walked up to the reception to book our rooms. I watched him book a cottage for us. The receptionist handed him a key, and we set out towards our cottage. My breath was stuck in my throat as I waited to check it out. Was there only one bedroom in the cottage?

We wove through the crowd of grating bodies, stopping just in front of a door. She pushed it open and… “Fuck…” I trailed, staring at the men dancing on a pole. “Is this a gay section or what?” She winked, “more like… a manwhore section.” “Seriously?” I mumbled, stepping in. They all looked devilishly hot, with their sweat-slicked, toned bodies and lickable abs. “It's like Christmas.” Lena chuckled. “And they're all for us.” “Whose money did you pull for this?”

I roll down my window and the human male offers me a smile. "Morning, sir. Sorry to bother you. My name is Ralph King. I am the manager for the cattle yard and I am in a little bit of a jam. Three of my boys have caught the flu and I had to send them home. You are one of the few ranchers who brought horses with you to the sale... and I was wondering if I could offer you some temporary work today... I understand you might be purchasing today, so if you can't, I understand, but it would really help us out... You would be driving the cattle into the show pen for me, and I could pay you $22 per hour. That's double our normal rate, but it's an emergency," he stumbles out and I grin at the man. He

He snapped. Nougat made a contemptuous facial expression after hearing the list of responses. He snorted and nodded his head in feigned agreement. "Yup. You're not gay, boy! You're just a f***ing sad guy! Disgusting!" he retorted with sarcasm (gay also means happy).