In the next county,Mr. Moreno was still chastising Pete for berating his sexually irrestible missing son. "Not jes' wimmin, Pete, mi hijo, Alejandro, is irresistable to men, too. Everybody wants him to fuck them. Just like Pete, you want every guy to fuck you." He turned and left. Pete Hamilton stared after Mr. Moreno, and creamed his trousers with his new donkey dick. He suddenly wanted something up his butt, specifically, a man's dick. Any man's dick. He started to follow Mr. Moreno, but then he saw Steve carrying a feed sack into the barn. Pete had never noticed the interesting bulge Steve had in his pant's before. The ranch hand's tight jean's displayed it well enough. "Can't believe I miss THAT!" Pete muttered to himself, as he followed Steve in to the tiny feed storage room. Steve opening the end of the bag, pouring it's contents into a big metal bin. Then wadded the empty bag up and tossed it into a trash can. Turning around he found himself face to face with Pete Hamilton. "Oh Errr..Hi boss ya startled me didn't hear ya come in." Steve grunted, trying not to stare at the growing wet spot on the front of his boss's jean's.
"Well now I didn't mean to do that." Pete answered as he watched Steve's eye's dart back and forth from his face to his crotch. "Just I need your help with somethin'." Pete said smiling lewdly as he closed the door behind him.
"Sure boss I'm always glad ta help." Steve answered, feeling decidedly uncomfortable as his cock strained against his jean's.
"I know...thats what I like best about ya." Pete grunted grinning as he thought to himself..Well maybe not THE THING I like BEST!
"So what can I do for ya boss man?" Steve asked feeling very insecure. Pete stepped past Steve, and stood infront of the bin. Unbuckling his jean's, he pushed them and his shorts down to his ankles. Then bent over the metal bin, spreading his ass cheeks to display his taut pink asshole.
"Fuck me!" Pete begged, his voice hoarse with desire.
"What!?!" Steve groaned, staggering back a step. Even as his cock strain to almost bursting with the confines of his pant's.
"FUCK ME!" Pete begged again, even more insistantly. "I need a cock...a big hard cock inside of me!" He went on making it plain, what he was asking.
"But I aint.." "Errr I mean I never.." Steve was confused and afraid, he'd never thought of fucking another man. Truely the idea sickened him, but now he was feeling powerful desires. "I aint queer!" Steve insisted, even as he freed his 8 rock hard inch's from the prison of his tight blue jean's.
"I don't care." Pete moaned. "Just put it in me!"
Reaching up on a near by shelf, Steve took down the can of grease they used to keep the wind mill lubed. Smearing the throbbing purple helmet of his cock the the dark brown grease. He slipped it between Pete's wide spread buttock's, pressing it up against the tight pluckered opening he found there......