“Oh! Hi! You must be the new farm hand. Sorry about all of this, if I knew you were coming I would have put some pants on.” The naked man turned to me and held out his hand, his hard cock between his legs swinging as he did so, “I’m Ripley.”
“Isn’t that the horses name?” I asked, looking over at the horse as it scoffed and then looked through the metal fence out onto the pasture. I shook the naked mans hand, more intrigued than anything else.
“Ah, well, let me explain.” He slid his hand along the horse, “Randy and I like to switch bodies occasionally. It’s nothing weird, we’ve done it plenty of times. I’ve managed to learn human language and he has had some fun running around as me. I also don’t mind using his cock on - “ The horse, or rather Randy, whinnied and Ripley looked a little embarrassed, “Sorry, he doesn’t like knowing that I fuck other men.” He whispered to me even though he was making it a point to be loud enough to be heard by the animal.
“Well, what exactly am I supposed to do?”
“You’re supposed to take care of me. By me, I mean me. Ripley inside of human body. Randy here doesn’t like it when I go out into the world alone so he hired you to accompany me. It’ll be the first time I go into town. Pretty awesome, right?” It was really cute seeing this burly man act this way. I could tell Randy was as straight as an arrow but this horse definitely was not.
“Ah. I see. So, I’m basically an escort?” I leaned against a wood post, smiling at the naked man.
“Pretty much. If my understanding of an escort is correct.”
“Sounds like fun. Where did you want to go first?”
“There is this club, I’m sure you know of it, it’s called Pecker’s? I’m assuming your gay because I can see that raging boner you’ve have since you’ve seen me. Randy has a hot body, right? I fucking love it. I try to keep him in shape by working out at home, but maybe I’ll eventually be able to make it to a gym in real life. Wouldn’t that be something?” He scratched his beard and then walked me out of the barn. We were heading back inside of the farm house, the sound of clucking chickens following us. I didn’t even have time to respond to any of his questions because he was moving so rapidly, probably from all the excitement.
“How long am I going to be doing this, may I ask?” I found myself standing in his kitchen as he poured himself a glass of water, still naked.
“Depends. You seem like you’ll last a while. In fact, all of the ones before you were out the door at first sight of me. Some of them made it the swap part, but that was the line for them. You’re the first to step inside this house.” He sipped his water and then placed his cup on the counter. He disappeared inside of a bedroom, rumbling around for some clothes, I assumed, and then stepped out wearing a clean pair of jeans and a plaid button up shirt that hugged his muscles beautifully.
“It’s a little early, you know. Pecker’s doesn’t get exciting until dark.” I smiled.
“Doesn’t mean we can’t explore. How is the grocery store? Or the arcade? I’ve been planning these trips for a long time now, I have all of the most interesting places circled on a map.” He was already out the door and I let out a laugh as I joined him at my truck.
“Do you know how to drive?” I asked, the engine roaring and the seats vibrating as I pulled out of the lot.
“That’s something I’m hoping to learn. Randy can’t teach me, but you can.” He was pressing the buttons on the radio, radio stations switching back and forth, “This is my first time being in a truck like this. Randy says his is off limits.”
“How exactly is he going to find out if you’re driving his truck when he is inside of your old body? He can chase after you, but you have the advantage.”
“I guess you’re right.”
“Now, don’t go stealing his truck, you have to learn how to drive it first.” I warned him.
“Don’t worry, um, what did you say your name was again?”
“Jake.”
“Well, it’s nice to meet you Jake.” He looked forward, watching the road pass underneath us with a smile on his face.
I pulled up in front of the grocery store, since it is basically the center of town, being right across from the fading church. The town was rather large, even though it is still a small town. There are just enough people that seeing a new face every day isn’t so difficult. There are the same few faces, however, that are always friendly.
“Good evening, Jake. Nice to see you in here today. You too Randy, haven’t seen you for some time.” Mr. Abbey smiled as he bagged some groceries for an older lady not looking to get into a conversation. She looked as though she would rather be at home knitting a sweater for her granddaughter than talking to us.
“It’s nice to meet you too, sir.” Ripley said, holding out a hand. Mr. Abbey held out his hand with a scrunched brow and then laughed it off, getting back to bagging groceries. Ripley walked up and down the isles, hands running over most of the items until he started knocking mustard off the shelves.
“You need to calm down, Ripley, you’re going to get us kicked you.” I laughed as I placed the condiments back on their shelves.
“Sorry. It’s just, can I buy something?” Ripley asked, holding onto a jar of pickles, “I love pickles.” A smile crept onto my face and I waved him to the registers, handing him some cash to pay with.
“That’ll be $2.70, Randy.” Mr. Abbey said. Ripley handed over the cash with a smile, and bounced on his heels as he watched the grocery man bag his jar of pickles.
“Thank you very much!” Ripley took the bag from Mr. Abbey and walked right out the door.
“Sorry about that, Mr. Abbey, he isn’t feeling very well. Tell the missus I say hello!” I run after Ripley who is already walking down the street towards Pecker’s, a pickle in hand. Mr. Abbey laughs as he watches me catch up to him.
“Slow down, Ripley, you’re too hyped up for this.”
“Here it is. Pecker’s!” He gave me the jar of pickles, taking a bit out of the one in hand and then handing it back to me to put away. I put the jar down and followed him inside. This was a hot-spot for all the closeted guys in the community and even for some of the girls who just wanted to have a good time without be ogled by pigs in shirts. In this town that sentence might be more realistic than I thought.
The music was on a low setting for the beginning of the night, since it was still light out. Ripley went right to the bar to order a drink, having trouble with the bartender. I had to come up behind him and order two beers just to keep him from embarrassing himself.
“Does anyone else know about this arrangement you have with your, well, with Randy?” The beers clinked together as the bar tender set them down in front of us. I signaled him to start a tab and he nodded, serving another customer who came in.
“We’re the only one’re really. Now you do, of course, which is kind of a relief. I haven’t been able to talk to anyone other than Randy, and even then it’s really hard.” He sipped his beer and scrunched his brow, setting it back down, “That’s gross.” He laughed. Ripley tapped his foot to the beat of the music and we sat there at the bar talking until there was a large enough crowd to dance.
“Did you want to dance?” I asked, taking his hand and bringing him into the small crowd. He barely protested and actually danced pretty well for being a straight white guy in another life. He pulled me closer, our bodies starting to get hot as we rubbed against each other. The music filled the club with its bass and I found myself inching closer and closer to Ripley’s face, our lips finally touching. My hand slid up against the nape of his neck, pulling him into me as we made out on the dance floor.
“Can you show me something?” Ripley asked, getting closer to my ear so I could hear him over the music. I wasn’t sure what was happening or what I was getting myself into, but this was so much better than sitting at home playing video games, letting life pass me by.
“Sure.”
“I want you to fuck me or do I fuck you?” He took his face away to see my reaction.
“What?” I was a little surprised. We had spent a whole evening together, but I didn’t think that this was going to lead to anything like that.
“I’ve never felt it. I always get these hard-ons randomly and I want to know how to use it. You’re supposed to teach me, you know.” He said, continuing to dance, grinding his aforementioned hard-on on my crotch. I hesitated and then pulled his hand as he started to look sad. I winded my way through all of the other dancers, avoiding eye contact in case someone wanted to dance. I quickly found my way into the bathroom, pushing Ripley inside one of the stalls and then joining him with a click of the lock. I kissed him as though I couldn’t control myself and started to take off his shirt. He pressed back, taking off my own clothes as he finally got down to only his underwear. Using my tongue, I circled his nipples and then kissed down his body, reaching his horse cock. I took him inside of me, circling the tip of his meat with my tongue and bobbing my head to a slow rhythm. His hands held on to the back of my head, grasping at my hair as I went faster and faster, shoving his cock farther down my throat. I pulled off and turned around, sliding down my underwear to give him full access. At first, he just looked surprised and then I felt it. The pressure was mild at first, but the pleasure he was feeling made him go farther. My fingers grasped onto the sides of the stall, a slight creaking noise coming from the thrusting as Ripley rammed me with his gigantic meat stick. I bit my lip to keep myself from moaning, clenching my hole as I felt him begin to erupt. He roared and wrapped his muscular arms around me, thrusting his hips as he blew his load inside of me, dripping out onto the tile below. I gasped and smiled as he flinched one last time, pulling his cock out of me. I turned around and admired him, sweat dripping down his chest.
“I think we should to that again.” He said, smiling as there was a knock on the door.
“Get the fuck out!” Someone said, it was the bouncer, coming to make sure no one was fucking. Too late. We were kicked out of the club and as we walked back the truck, Ripley laughed.
“What?” I asked.
“I think I like you the most. Randy will get used to you being around so much, but I’ll be in control mostly.” He opened the passenger door and climbed in.
“When would you like me to come back over tomorrow. Same time?” I started the car and drove past all the buildings, coming back to the dirt road that I left off of. Ripley was quiet most of the way, looking out the window with it slightly rolled down.
“Would you like to spend the night?” He asked, touching my hand, “I could try a couple of things to make you feel the way you made me feel.” He said, reaching for my leg and then sliding it between them. I looked back at the house, the lights on.
“Will Randy care?”
“Why does it matter? I’m the one in control.” He grabbed my hands and brought them to his chest, the shirt unbuttoned from being rushed out of the stalls, “I know you like it.” He was right. I was getting hard again.
“Okay.” I smiled, caught off guard by the kiss Ripley leaned over to give me. I watched him go inside as I turned off the truck and laughed.
Best. Job. Ever.
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