There Is Nothing Better, Really

I grew up on a ranch in Wyoming. It was a small ranch, and we had only one ranch hand, Randy. Randy liked me and I followed him everywhere. He would stand behind me and hold my little dick to help me pee into the pond or on the rock and splash around. I got lots of hugs and he kissed me a lot, on the mouth. I wanted to spend all my free time with him.

I got older and had already gone through puberty and had pubes and he would sword fight with me. We always got hard when we were sword fighting and he let me grab and hold onto his dick while he held onto mine. I loved Randy and we would hold dicks while he kissed me. On one of those days, in the barn when my mother was in town, he put me on a haystack and fucked me. I loved every bit of it and after that was horny all the time for him to fuck me.

My good days, the good old days, came to an end when I was sent away to college. During those years Randy left the ranch and the rumor was that he moved to California somewhere. I missed him terribly and still miss him. The good old memories of those days when he took care of me on the ranch live with me.