The Farm Hand

A Railroad Hobo Takes Work At A Ranch Only To Find Out The Reason He Was Hired

I had been bumming around the country since I graduated from high school. No steady job. No car. Just riding freight trains wherever they would take me. That all worked out well until one night I was asleep in an empty boxcar when the train stopped out in the middle of nowhere. All I knew was that we were someplace in Wyoming.

The next thing that happened was that the railroad dicks started going from boxcar to boxcar, chasing the hobo's, like me, off the train. I grabbed my backpack, jumped off, and ran into the bushes to hide. Some weren't so lucky and got a dose of the railroad dick's billy clubs before they got away.

The train ambled off and left me stranded.

Luckily, I found a road paralleling the tracks and started walking. At least with a road, I knew I was headed 'somewhere'.

I found a comfy spot alongside the road, laid down, and went to sleep. I figured I'd start hitchhiking in the morning.

Come the morning and a pickup truck stopped. The driver was a black guy, a little older than me; his name was Monte. He said he was headed to the ranch where he worked and I was welcome to ride that far. He also said his boss was always looking for hands and I might get a job.

When we got there, we were still nowhere near a town, but the ranch complex was huge. Monte took me to the office and, as we walked, it became obvious that I might be the only white guy on the spread. The foreman's name was Hector. He looked to be about 50, but had muscles on top of his muscles. I guessed he had done hard work for his whole life.

Hector welcomed me and said, "Sure. If you don't mind working hard, the pay is $20 an hour and we work 12 hours a day." He also said that I should expect to catch some crap from the other hands, me being 'white and all.'

I told him not to worry. In my traveling, I had been around people of all races and got along fine with everyone.

When I got to the bunk house, I found out that Hector was sure right - not another white man in sight. There were about ten black men - rough looking black men.

"Ooh, lookee here. The boss found us a white boy."

I thought it odd that they referred to be as a 'boy' but decided not to push the issue.

"Yeah, that was sure friendly of him."

I tried to tell them my name several times, but they never used it. To them, I was just the 'white boy'.

"You want to drink with us, white boy?" And, he handed me a mason jar full of clear liquid. One sniff told me it was moonshine, and strong moonshine at that.

Not wanting to offend anyone, I took at large drink - - and that's the last thing I remember.

When I woke up, I was naked, bent over a rail in what looked like the barn. There was hay on the floor and the place stunk of manure. My hands and legs were tied to rings in the floor, spread wide apart. I couldn't really see much, but I could hear voices and tell there were others around me. My ass was the highest point in my body.

Someone stepped in front of me. He was wearing cowboy boots and jeans, but I could only see up to his waist where there was a huge bulge in his jeans.

"We don't have no women around here, white boy. So, it's pretty special when the boss finds us a hot hole to use."

I started screaming, but really half crying. "No, you can't. This is rape."

He laughed and I saw him unbuckle his wide belt and pull it out of his jeans. Then, he disappeared behind me.

"Stop. You can't."

Suddenly, a stripe of fire blasted across my ass. It stopped me in mid-sentence as the pain caused me to inhale.

Over and over, the belt visited my ass and thighs, each time increasing the burning and fire in my tail. I don't know exactly how many times he whipped me, but it seemed like a hundred. Somewhere along the way, it actually seemed like two belts were tanning my hide at the same time.

"Well, white boy. You want some more of that?"

I shook my head as hard as I could. I couldn't talk because I was sobbing loudly.

"Good, then keep your mouth shut, except when we tell you to open it that is." And, with that, several people laughed. They were all standing behind me, but I could hear them.

"Who's going to get to break that soft white ass in?"

"I don't know. Let's draw cards for it. Highest card gets the ass first. Second highest gets the mouth first."

The terror of what was about to happen started to sink in. My sobbing increased, not only from the lingering pain in my ass, but from the fear of being gang raped. And, there was nothing I could do to stop it.

Strangely though, for some reason, my dick started to swell. I hadn't had sex in a long time, and never with a man, but the potential was getting me excited. I didn't understand it, but it was happening.

A bench of some kind was placed under my head. I didn't know what it was for until I saw a naked, black crotch slide onto it. His hard, black, uncut cock was alongside my cheek. I hadn't paid much attention to the the few cocks I'd seen in the past, but this one was coal black, shiny, and hard as a telephone pole; it intrigued me. I could see a drop of precum starting to form on the tip.

Just then, I felt my ass being spread open and a finger probing my hole. My ass resisted. Then, I heard, "Relax it white boy unless you want another visit from the boss' belt."

As much as I could, I just couldn't relax. Next, I felt a greasy liquid pouring down my butt crack. It was cold, but felt good on my sore buns.

The man on the bench grabbed my hair and pulled my head up. "Open up white boy. And, you better not spill a drop when I cums in your mouth."

There was nothing else to do but obey. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and he guided his cock into it. The feel of it was amazing and the precum was a little salty, but didn't taste bad at all. Some unknown instinct in me kicked in and I began bobbing my head up and down, loving the feel of his veined cock as it slid in and out of my mouth. I wished my hands were free because I wanted to cup and massage his balls.

Behind me, the finger started to probe again, this time with the help of whatever kind of lube they had doused me with. I was still tight and heard, "Might as well relax white boy. It's going in your ass and you can't stop it."

His finger popped through the tight ring of my ass with an almost audible 'snap', and started pistoning in and out. Then, it was joined by a second finger and my asshole was opened up even further. After a while, it actually started feeling good and I felt my own dick starting to throb.

The cock in my mouth was close. I could tell because it was getting harder and harder and starting to pulse.

Rope after rope of hot cum started filling my mouth. It tasted wonderful and I started swallowing as fast as I could. I sure didn't want to feel that belt again. Finally, he slowed down and his cock started to soften. I couldn't use my hands, so used my lips to milk the last few drops of cum from his cock before he pulled out and moved off the bench. All I heard was, "Damn, this white boy's a natural cock sucker. Get over here and try it."

The fingers disappeared from my asshole. I felt suddenly empty, but then something bigger, much bigger, started pushing against me. Looking between my legs, I saw two huge black balls topped by the biggest cock I had ever seen poised between my ass cheeks.

The cock pushed in slowly, but relentlessly. Finally, my asshole gave up and stretched. I had never felt such pain.

"Please go slow! It hurts so bad."

"Relax white boy. You'll get used to it. Well, you better anyway because there's lots of cocks here waiting their turn."

The cock pushed into me - deeper and deeper, until I felt his groin hit my ass. Slowly, he pulled back out until just the tip was in me. Then, he lurched forward and buried his entire cock in me again.

I screamed as the cock pistoned into me - in and out - in and out. It seemed like it went on forever. Then, with one final push, I felt hot liquid filling me as he came in my ass. It was official. I had been fucked and was someone's bitch.

Just then, the pressure on my prostate caused me to come on the floor. There was laughing and pointing from the gallery.

Someone said, "Well lookee here. The white boy likes it."

Someone else responded, "Well, let's give him some more."

I asked, "Could you please release my hands? I can do better if you do."

My hands were untied, with a stern warning that I had better be good, and another black cock appeared in front of my face. This time though, I could cup, lick, and massage the balls as I sucked and stroked his cock.

Another cock, one not as big, probed my ass. This time though, I was plenty lubricated due to the load of sperm in my bowels. It went in easily and was soon replaced by another. Then, a fourth, much bigger than even the first. And, it only hurt a little. My God, have I stretched out that much?

I have no idea how many cocks emptied themselves in my ass and stomach that day, but when I was finally turned loose and stood up, cum was running down the inside of my thighs and my asshole was super sore, in a good way. I didn't eat dinner that night because my stomach was full of who knows how many ounces of cum. I didn't see a farmhand without a smile on his face.

I was broken in.

I stayed working at the ranch for over a year. Long hard days of work, but Saturday nights I was their play toy. No longer did I have to be tied up. I willingly did all of them, over and over. Every Saturday night, well, into Sunday mornings, left me satisfied, well fed, and with a pleasantly sore asshole.

Two things changed in my personality that first Saturday night. First, I decided I would do ANYTHING to keep my ass from being beaten by the belt. It took over a week for my butt to heal and I NEVER, EVER wanted that to happen again. Second, I had never done anything sexually with a man before. But, I decided it wasn't so bad after all and I tried my best to please them any way I could. Sometimes they even invited hands from other ranches over to use me.

During the winter, they hired another white boy, this one had just turned 18. Hector told me it was my job to get him ready for what I had gotten, but that's another story.