his young love’s tight pucker for penile invasion. Randy gasped and grunted in delight as Rod worked one, two…then three fingers into his inexperienced hole. He then slicked his pole, got up on his knees and slid slowly and effortlessly into Randy’s warm and welcoming anus. He began with slow thrusts, increasing momentum as he neared ejaculation. Randy was moving with him, expanding and contracting his powerful sphincter as Rod plugged him. “Oh, damn…I’m cummin’ – hoooooooly shit! Yeah…oh, oh, oh, damn. Man! Yeaaaaaaaaaah!” As Rod’s withering cock slipped out of Randy’s ass, he pulled him down beside him, wrapped his arms and legs around him and buried his tongue in his mouth. After a prolonged and intense kiss he whispered. “You’re stayin’ here with me tonight man…you might even be late for school tomorrow…you are one sweet fuck…I’m glad you woke me up!” They both drifted off into contented sleep…and were late for work and school on Monday!

Rod sent Pete, Ron and Roscoe an e-mail on Wednesday, reminding them and their “boys” of their get-together at 8 in the barn on Friday night. Pete and Zeb had come early to work out, and were joined by Randy…Pierre had come in the early afternoon to cook up some food for the weekend – first time he’d been there since going home with Roscoe the previous Sunday for “measurements!” Roscoe, Ron and JJ showed up right at 8.

Rod spoke…“OK men…anyone got any thoughts about my idea of turning this place into a gay men’s resort?”

“Great idea…”

“Sounds good to me…”

“Count me in…”

He continued… “Any negatives?”

“Nope…”

“None…”

“Pete…Ron…what about the legal shit?”

“In the works…looks like we can incorporate, get all the permits and get the show on the road in about three months…in time for an opening winter weekend in early January…”

“Any of you guys not in? OK – no response means we go for it…now we need a name…gimme somethin’!” After a whole lot of discussion and suggestions, two possibilities emerged…“Hardick Acres” and “Rockard Ranch.” When Rod put it to a vote “Rockard Ranch” was selected. “OK guys…we go with ‘Rockard Ranch’ – ‘RR’ for short. I’ve got connections with the phone company…I think I can get an 800 reservation number using ‘Rockard’…like, 800-ROCHARD…um, 800-762-5273…sound good?”

All agreed…and thus was launched the hottest gay resort in the Rockies!

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It was early August, and as he was driving back to the ranch from Salt Lake City, Randy was reflecting on how quickly the twenty years had passed since he first met Rod. Rod, Ron and Pete were now considering retirement, and he, Zeb and JJ were pretty much “in charge” of the very successful operation that had begun at Rod’s suggestion years before. He chuckled softly as he recalled some of the great times he had taken part in and had observed…guys enjoying their “manhood” to the full…and certainly enjoying the “manhood” of others as well! It was almost eight, and he hadn’t made a motel reservation so was considering just driving straight through when he spotted a hitchhiker at the bottom of an entrance ramp. He looked