Studded Out (Gay Zoo)
My mom always scolded her if she caught the little brat teasing me. Which didn’t make me feel any manlier, I can say. Then she’d say, as if thinking this made it better, “Don’t worry, Steven, you’re just a late bloomer is all.”
I’d often retort, “Mom, I’m nineteen. How late can blooming be?”
The truth is it had nothing to do with being late to puberty. I had hair in all the right places, my voice had dropped, and my dick had grown to a size that made me happy. No, in truth, I am just a short, skinny teen with a boyish face. A girlfriend once joked to me, I’d be still have to show my ID even when I’m thirty, as no one would believe I was over twenty-one. She proved to be right, but that’s another story,
****
Anyway, back to the tale at hand. So I’m about to just chock another summer up as a loss when I received a call for a ranch hand job I submitted an application for a while back, but had heard nothing.
“Hi, is this Steven?”
“Yes, it is,” I replied, “May I help you?”
“My name is Gloria from Ranch Olé. You submitted for a ranch-hand position about three-weeks ago. I’m sorry, I’ve been so busy lately, I just got to looking at applications a couple days ago. The position is still open, are you interested?”
“Absolutely! When should I come over for an interview?”
“Interview? Just come over tomorrow at eight o’clock ready to work.”
“Really, just come over?”
“Yeah, this is a summer ranch hand job not an internship for rocket design at NASA. Can you lift a bale of hay?”
“Yes.”
“Can you clean out a stall?”
“Yeah.”
“Then you’ve got the job! Just make sure you do what I tell you and if I catch you slacking off too much then you’re fired, capiche?”
“Yes, thank you Mrs. Gloria!”
“Oh, it’s ‘Ms’, and you’re welcome. See you at eight.”
When she hung up, I breathed a big sigh of relief. It’s my first job ever, and damn, I’m ready to start.
*****
I arrived Ms. Gloria’s house with a big smile on my face, eager to get to work. I rang her doorbell and didn’t have to wait long when she answered. I was stunned to see how gorgeous she was, she looked in her late-thirties, she had bleached blonde hair, and a dazzling white smile to go with her beautiful face. She had a nice hour glass figure and a set of D tits to boot! I wondered what she looked like naked. I figured I might have to risk getting fired to sneak a peek.
Ms. Gloria extended her hand to greet me. “Steven, it’s nice to meet you.”
Her voice snapped me out of my daze. “Ms. Gloria”, I replied and shook her hand. “I’m glad you decided to hire me, every other ranch hand job I applied for thought I was too small for the work.”
“Nonsense, how big do you need to be doing farm work? Hell, I can lift a bale of hay. Anyway, let me show you around so you can get to work.”
She and I went out back and she showed me the chicken coup, the pig pens, and she had a few goats as well.
“In the stables here I’ve got a few horses, let me introduce you to them.” She took me inside, “Down the line, there’s Daisy, Delilah, and Rose, my three mares. The last stall is Jake, that’s my stallion. Another useless male in my life.” She looked at me and must have seen the confusion on my face. “Oh, it’s just that I’ve been trying to stud him out for the longest, but for the life of me, I just can’t get him to drop.”
“Drop?” I asked.
“That’s when his penis comes out when he’s sexually excited. You know when you get really cold and your junk, just shrinks up into your body? Well with horses it just stays up there all the time until they’re ready to have sex. Kinda makes sense don’t it?”
I shrugged, looking nonplussed.
“I’ve tried to bring around the mares when they’re ovulating and even had some mares brought in from a friend of mine, but nothing’s worked,” she said. “I really wanted to stud him too, his bloodlines are one of the best.”
I followed her up to the back door of her house. She turned and looked me over. “Tomorrow don’t wear such good clothes, sweetie.”
I looked down at my shirt and realised how that might be a problem.
“There’s a pair of overalls near Jakes stall you can change into, and some rubber-boots that should fit you. Just leave your clothes and shoes in one of the empty stalls. When you’re done for the day, you can wash in the stables with the hose.”
“Thanks, Ms. Gloria,” I said.
She reached into her pocket and handed me a list, more like a timetable of what I had to do for the day. First job while the day is cool was to cart square hay bales from several of her paddocks with some other guys. That would keep me busy to lunch time. After lunch, I had to clean the horse stalls, and my last job of the day is cleaning the pig pens.
Five minutes later, after I had changed a truck pulled up near the barn and honked. I ran out and jumped in the back with some other guys. They laughed when they saw how skinny I looked. So the day began.
*****
When I got to cleaning the pig pens out, I have to admit I felt tired. Inside the pig pens are disgusting, and smelled to high hell. But then again, to the pigs this is probably hog heaven. Ranch Olé must’ve had over a hundred pigs. My job to hose out the pens, top up their water, and feed them. A guy showed me how to make the pig swill, and then we carried buckets and poured them into troughs in each pen. The pigs went crazy when we fed them.
When I finally finished, I smelt like sweat and shit, and felt thankful Ms. Gloria had provided me with overalls and boots. The guy I was helping told me I could change and report to Ms. Gloria for my pay. So I returned to the stables and stripped off my overalls and got to scrubbing my nude body with some soap I found nearby (I think it’s for horses, but what the hell). I rinsed off real quick and went inside the stall to dry off and put on my clothes.
I’m drying off when I hear a nicker from the stall next to me. I forgot Jake was in there. Curious, I turned to look at him over the low wall that divided our stalls and he had his upper lip turned out. It looked kind of weird, he snorted and nickered again. I put my clothes on, hung the towel over the wall to dry, and headed out of the stall feeling confused as to what Jake is doing. Right outside the stall, I found Ms. Gloria. I blushed, realising she had been watching me dress.
“Hey, Stevie, y’all cleaned up, eh?”
I nodded.
“Well, alright, let me pay you for the day’s work and you can get out of here,” she said.
“Oh, Ms. Gloria, I left the towel in the stall to dry.”
“In the stall? Hold on a minute I’ll go get it so I can wash it.” She went inside Jakes stall, not the one I had been in, and I heard her muttering for a moment, and then, “Holy shit!”
I was startled for a second, I went closer to the stall to look over the door. I heard her say, “I’ll be goddamned, what could have happened? It couldn’t have been the smell of pigs, he’s around them all time. I don’t think the mares are ovulating, that means…” She suddenly looked right at me with narrowed eyes. “Get in here.”
I felt kind of frightened at this point. “I’m not in trouble am I?”
“No,” she said. “Just get in here and stand in front of Jake.”
I did as she ordered. She watched Jake closely as I stood there. He nickered several times.
“Take off your clothes,” she ordered me.
I felt quite confused at this point and shyness took over. “Ah… What?” I asked, eyes-wide.
“You heard me, get your gear off, sunshine!”
Ms. Gloria stood, arms crossed, tapping her foot while looking at me like this just a normal day on the farm.
I froze, so she asked, “Do you want this job?”
“Um… Yeah, but…” I began.
“THEN TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF!”
I don’t know why I did it, I knew this wasn’t normal farm practice or any work practice that was legal, but I did it. I began to undress in front of Ms. Gloria and the horse Jake. I felt numb all over, and so I became a little slow, taking in my clothes off. I could sense Ms. Gloria’s impatience and she snapped her fingers at me urging me to go faster. I got down to my underwear.
“Those too, and your socks.”
I could feel the heat in my face as I blushed.
“Come on, sunshine, it ain’t the first time I’ve seen your dick,” she said rolling her eyes.
I knew she had been spying on me while I washed and dried. When I finished I stood there butt naked in front of them, and again, Jake had his lip turned out. Ms. Gloria gave me the once over and smiled slightly at my appearance, I am a fit young College guy and pretty well hung. She looked at Jake for a moment, and said, “Well, son of a bitch, look at that!”
I stood beside her and looked under Jake. I guess that’s what she meant by ‘drop’, his penis had to be a good thirteen-inches soft.
She looked at me wide-eyed, back at Jakes long schlong and then at me. “Well, I’ll be damned, Jake likes you. He’s never done this with the other men in here, he must think you’re cute. Jake, you dirty old horse, getting hard for young men” She playfully hit his hind quarters. “Well, I guess he actually isn’t that hard, yet. Do me a favour, stand in front of him and spread your butt, let him get a good whiff.”
I’m pretty sure this isn’t part of the job description I agreed to, but I did it anyway. I felt his whiskers poke around my anus as he stuck his nose in to sniff my hole. He snorted once, twice, and I heard Ms. Gloria say, “There he goes… Jesus Christ, Jake, you’re hard as a rock! You’re nothing but a big ‘ol queer! Okay, I’ll go get the bag.”
Ms. Gloria came back a moment later and hand me a plastic bag with a ring on it. “This is a semen collection bag,” she said, handing it to me. “You put the ring part over the head and masturbate him with it, okay?”
I looked at the bag, realising what she’s implying. “Why do I have to do it?”
She laughed. “Because, sweetie, he doesn’t like these,” she said pointing at her tits. “And he doesn’t like this,” she said, pointing at her cunt. She grabbed my butt and squeezed, saying, “Jake wants this… Now get to work, I’ll pay you five times the agreed amount.”
Holy cow, five times more, I thought to myself already envisioning what I was going to buy with it.
“Hey, don’t get too carried away day dreaming, kid, you’ve still got a dong to milk,” Ms. Gloria said breaking my reverie.
I got down on my knees underneath Jake, I figured it would be easier to jack him off from down below than from the side. He’s pretty tall, so it was easy to slip under him, I tried slipping the bag over his dick but it was too dry.
“Spit on your hands and slide down from the cock head and work all the way down to his balls,” she said while pointing along the length of his penis.
Jakes cock is pretty thick, so I had to use two hands to get all the way around. He had some gigantic testicles too, basically a warehouse for sperm production. I was about to reach out and touch them when I remembered Ms. Gloria was right beside me. She must have sensed me shying away.
“What’s wrong?” She asked in a concerned tone before looking at my growing erection. “That? Don’t worry, it’s a natural reaction. I don’t think any less of you for it. I’m just glad you’re enjoying it as much as he is.”
I smiled and put the bag over his penis, starting to rock it back and forth. I really didn’t think when I started work that I’d end up naked underneath a stallion jacking him off into a bag (with a hot woman watching no less), but sometimes life has a way of throwing you a ‘curve’. Jake lifted his hind leg and stomped it down.
“He’s going to cum,” Ms. Gloria said, as I turned my head to her I heard the first wave of sperm hit the bag. I turned my head back to look and the second spurt is even more powerful, it not only hit the bag, but made it convex and forced the bag out of my hands and hit my face. With my hands still grasping his dick, I ejaculated all over the floor, embarrassed, but moaning nonetheless. I collapsed on the floor reeling from the hardest orgasm I’d ever experienced. I couldn’t believe how strong his cock muscles were, while I was cumming on the floor, I had my entire upper body hanging off his dick, but he took it like a champ.
“There it is,” Ms. Gloria said giddily examining the bag. “That’s a lot of spunk, looks like we’ll be getting business in no time.”
I lifted myself off the ground, my mind still cloudy from my no hands orgasm.
She flashed me a naughty smile, and said, “Looks like we found Jake a new boyfriend.”
*****
Over the next couple weeks Ms. Gloria made it my only job to collect as much semen as I could from Jake, and damn it was a LOT. Every time I made him jizz, he just seemed to want more thirty minutes later, he was the definition of a stud. The last couple times I got curious to taste it, but since Ms. Gloria told me any sample I took would come out of my check, I just settled on trying to get what I could from the tip of his cock as he shrunk up. I realised, however, as his penis head escaped my lips and contracted into his body that I was merely delaying the inevitable. I needed to drink his seed straight from the tap. I told Ms. Gloria this, and lucky me she obliged.
“Okay, you’ve been doing a great job, so I’ll let you do it this one time, free of charge. Every girl needs to know what her man tastes like, and while you’re not a girl, and Jake is not a man, I’m sure it applies here as well. Go on, show him how much you love him with that mouth of yours. I’ll leave you two alone so you can get some quality ‘male-bonding’ time.”
I slipped into Jakes stall and took my clothes off for him, I didn’t even need to present my ass to him anymore, he knew as soon as I got naked that it was time for his masturbation session. This time was different, as I’m sure he probably figured out when I started caressing his nuts. He relaxed and let them sag, which I took that as my sign to lick them up and down, taking in the musky smell and distinct taste of his sack. From there I moved up a bit to the base of his penis, licking that portion while letting his testicles rest on my chin. His nuts were so heavy, I wondered how many sperms I was about to eat, five million? Ten million?
I ran my tongue from there all the way up to the head, it was like licking up a yardstick, but this one is way sexier. He was so big, I couldn’t even fit his whole head in my mouth, so I settled on getting what I could in there and jacking his dick off. I wanted his spunk in my mouth so bad it was driving me crazy. I started stroking him furiously, moaning loudly, and thankfully I didn’t have to wait long as I heard a snort and as soon as I saw his stomach contract I felt his semen hitting the back of my throat.
I was swallowing as much as I could, but he filled my mouth too quickly and I ended up coughing up his cum. He spurted out a couple more blasts of sperm that coated my face and dripped down my chest and stomach. Jake completely and thoroughly owned his man-mare, and I thanked him by kissing the tip of his dick as it went back home.
I got up feeling satisfied, at peace with myself. I exited the stall and the barn forgetting to even wash first. Ms. Gloria saw my semen covered face and body, “Hey! You missed some! Remember, that’s about two-hundred-dollars on your face!”
She gave me a wink, and with that I went in to wash.
*****
The rest of the summer flashed by fairly uneventfully (you know, as it relates to being gay with a stallion). Ms. Gloria let me have Jake one more time any way I wanted, so I let him thigh fuck me until he came all over me (there was no way I could get him in my arse, he was just too big). Generally, I just had fun beating his dick with Ms. Gloria occasionally watching. I tried to hit on her a couple times throughout the summer, but she just came back with, “You can’t cheat on your boyfriend!”
Which is basically the nice way of saying, I don’t date faggots. Which kind of sucks, but hey you can’t have it all.
I went back to the College that fall, but always found myself daydreaming about where I’d rather be. At least Ms. Gloria said I’d be a definite rehire next summer!
THE END.
