Tim's Adventure 4
by Wordshop
As dinner preparation progressed in the kitchen, the weather outside the ranch house began to deteriorate. Mild falling snowflakes initially began to dance in the a very light breeze. Suddenly the intensity of the snow began to increase and wind first began to blow, initially in gusts and then to blow harder and more steadily.
Mike turned on "The Weather Channel" and during the progression of the storm tried diligently to get an ear to the local weather forecasts. It seems original predictions had changed and a low pressure area had come in over their area.
Tommy and Tim awakened simultaneously a few minutes later. Tommy heard the wind outside and, after lightly pulling back the heavy comforter, he stepped out of bed immediately looking out the window. He could see the blowing snow and his heart sank. He knew what this would mean. He turned back to Tim with a sad and sullen look on his face.
"What's wrong?"
"Damn snowstorm?"
"I know, does that mean something special?"
"I'm afraid it does…."
"What?"
"This is a cattle operation, and when this happens the wells and pumps freeze solid, the cattle can't get water. In addition, these animals are unable to get food, so we have to literally do 'home delivery'. Now, to do this, it means that I need to get my ass out of bed at first light. Uncle Gary and Uncle Mike and I will have to go out and take an axe to the frozen watering troughs, and make certain that they get food."
Tim hung his head….
Momentarily, a fragrance came wafting into the bedroom.
Tommy could smell the wonderful culinary creations being prepared in the kitchen. He got a robe out of his closet and placed it over his own shoulders. For a moment, Tim did not know what to do or how to react. The robe that was covering part of Tommy was a dark Royal Blue, and a few seconds later he grabbed another one that was a dark burgundy in color and made from a velour like material.
Tommy walked towards Tim with the robe, and as he did, Tim stood. The line about "one size fits all" definitely did not apply to these robes. Where Tommy's would not cover all of his massive torso, the second one placed on Tim looked like a circus tent.
Tim walked into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He was, as always, unhappy with what he saw. His beard had grown into a very heavy shadow, and his hair looked like it's last stylist had been a 220-volt electric socket. He saw tufts of hair from his extremely hairy but bony chest sticking out around the collar of the robe. His doubts again surfaced, and his basic insecurity started making him doubtful of his own ability to be everything Tommy wanted. He was scared.
As if there was some kind of mental transmission from Tim to Tommy, Tommy sensed something was wrong, and with Tim engrossed in his own feelings, Tommy walked very gently up behind Tim and wrapped his massive arms around the one he had chosen to be his life mate.
Lost momentarily in doubt and some self-pity, Tim did not really realize what had happened until he again felt the huge arms wrap around him and affectionately cuddle with him. Without asking, and with a level of gentility that surprised Tim, Tommy turned him around to where they were face to face and nose to nose. Tommy very affectionately placed his lips against Tim's and gave him the most romantic and soul searching kiss that he had ever had. This kiss was unlike anything Tim had ever experienced and it reached his soul penetrating areas he had never known to exist. His soul left his body and was soaring above looking down upon the living forms. As this soul soared it recognized the soul of Tommy soaring. The two souls simply held hands and watched the embrace taking place below, knowing……..
As the kiss finally had to end so both participants could come up for air, Tommy very gently reached around and placed his arm behind Tim, escorting him out into the large ranch home to meet Mike and Gary.
Like Tim and Tommy, in the time that had passed, Mike and Gary had changed into robes and shorts. Though nothing like Tommy's body, Tim noted that both of these older guys had bodies that almost qualified as "eye candy" too. Tim's insecurities about his own body image and appearance welled up inside. He knew that he had to prove himself and he knew that he was totally in love with Tommy. What he couldn't understand was why Tommy was in love, or at least appeared to be in love with him.
Over dinner, with the Weather Channel in the background coming in via satellite, nothing was said. Conversation was kept to the more immediate tasks involving food.
To Tim, the quantity of food on the table looked like enough to feed a small Army.
As Gary and Mike retired to their bedroom, Tommy and Tim were seen in the living room toasting marshmallows in the huge fireplace. They were also drinking hot chocolate and just quietly talking.
At about 4:45 in the morning Tim was awakened when he felt the bed move. He saw Tommy head for the bathroom. Tommy was getting up even though it was still dark outside.
For a few seconds Tim did not know what to do. He quickly reached the conclusion that he really needed to do something. He stripped off his robe and this time he took the initiative padding into the shared bathroom in the nude. Tommy was startled and did not really know how to initially react. It was the first time that both had seen each other totally nude. Tim was a little startled, but it was Tommy who was pleased. He looked at Tim's much smaller and hairy body instantly thinking how cute it was now. It had it's flaws, but Tommy looked at it as incredible transformation material.
Tim just looked at Tommy and smiled. He walked around him and turned on the water in the large shower. He figured that there was no time like the present to start showing that he was not some wallflower.
"Come on, let's not waste hot water…."
Tommy initially did not react, standing kind of in limbo with regards to what Tim had said. When he finally spoke it kind of came out in such a way as to make him look stupid.
"But…but…but…all we're gonna do is go deal with the cattle."
"If I'm gonna get dirty don't you think I should start out clean?"
"Now get that big hairy muscle butt in that shower and I am going to wash you!"
"But…it was just Uncle Mike, Uncle Gary and I that're gonna do this…..you haven't had any time to learn how……!"
"Shut up husband!"
Mike and Gary had already dressed and they heard the exchange from the hallway as they walked past Tommy's bedroom door towards the kitchen.
Mike turned to Gary and chuckled:
"Yup, sounds like Tommy got himself Married, that little guy has some guts."
Tim soaped Tommy's body with Mane-n-tail and then handed Tommy the washcloth. For a minute, Tommy did not know what to do. Here was this big monster-muscleboy standing there looking at Tim dumbfounded.
"OK, I just soaped you down… wouldn't it be a kind thing if you returned the favor?"
"Yeah… OK… anything you want sweetheart…."
Tommy gently soaped Tim's body taking particular note of the patterns of hair on Tim's butt. It took most of Tommy's self-control not to get hard and start "playtime" right then and there.
In the back of the ranch house, in one of the huge equipment sheds was an interesting toy that Mike and Gary had bought for the ranch. It was a Government Surplus two and a half-ton, M-35A2 military truck. Mike and Gary had hitched two large hay trailers up behind it. They had restored it and shown it in some local car shows. The neat thing was that in the rare occasion that the ground became more difficult, it had a pintle hitch, three axles and drive on all wheels. A few telephone calls had a large hay delivery on a huge semi-truck at their rear service area. The area was still flooded with very bright work lights from the surrounding buildings and the driver of that truck was already transferring part of the load from that truck to the two trailers and the open bed of the Army truck in the blowing snow.
In one of the the horse barns, Gary and Mike were throwing saddles on two of the ranch horses fully expecting that Tommy would drive the truck. They had called the hired help, and a few of the farm laborers would knife and spread the hay bales as Tommy drove the truck and trailer combination along the open range in low gears. Well that was what they thought. Because of his weight Tommy rode a much larger mount. "Gypsy" was in a different barn because not unlike Tommy her size made it necessary. "Gypsy" was a Belgian that stood nearly 18 hands and was immense. She could easily carry three hundred pounds on her back without injury. Tommy, on horse-back, rode up to Gary and Mike. They were shocked…
"Who's gonna drive the truck?"
"Guess"
"Does he know how to drive something like that?"
"I wouldn't put it past him…."
"Where did he learn?"
"Remember that he worked for a huge truck terminal."
"I know… but…"
By now the engine on the duce-and-a-half was idling.
Tim looked at all the data plates on the dash and figured out that this was just an ordinary 5-speed transmission.
Tim, intending to get "three horsemen" to lead him gently honked the electric horn and they started moving. Gary and Mike were thinking that he did not know how to drive it…….
"See, we didn't think he knew how to drive it…."
All three rode up to the driver's window
"You're gonna have to lead me… I don't know where I'm going with this."
"Tim was sitting all bundled up in the driver's seat and waiting…."
"Tommy just chuckled…"
"Blow the air-horns twice"
As Tim did what he was told, a group of about five laborers quickly scrambled to get on the truck. A couple more laborers appeared on horseback. Two more appeared in a rusted out old Ford 4X4 pickup.
Tim slowly brought up the engine rpm on the truck and eased out the clutch. He ran along for a few minutes at about two to three miles per hour and then found a gear that the engine pulled comfortably without lugging at the pace set by the other vehicles and horsemen.
The snowflakes were still dancing gently over the windshield as Tim maneuvered the combination off the ranch road through a sixteen foot wide gate into one of the first pasture areas. As Tim came to a small group of cattle, he took a wild guess and reduced his speed to a slow walking pace. As he did this, the laborers cut the bales and started throwing the hay off the back of the rear most trailer. Tim, not knowing what else to do aimed the truck and trailer combination for another group that was about one quarter mile away. Again as he approached the group, he dropped back down again in gear, again the laborers repeated the process. By now, at least the engine in the truck had built enough heat that the heater would work. Tim found the controls and turned it on.
While looking for the heater controls, Tim noticed that a walkie- talkie had been placed on the seat next to him. He turned it on and discovered that Gary and Mike had another one on them.
Be it by dead instinct or divine guidance Tim operating on just plain intuition repeated this procedure again and again until both hay trailers and the bed of the truck had been emptied.
When he had finished what he was doing he picked up the walkie-talkie, and called:
"Tim to horsemen… errr… what else?"
"Turn it around and head back to the ranch house for another load, Rogelio will load it for you."
The light of early morning sun had illuminated the snow clouds, and snow was still falling as the second load of hay was placed on the truck and trailer combination.
When Rogelio finished he waived. Tim again gave two short blasts on the air horns and five laborers scrambled back on to the two towed trailers. Tim eased out the clutch and lumbered along at about ten miles per hour over the snow-covered ground.
He re-traced his steps, and as he passed by the area where he had first distributed hay, he could see contented cattle chewing on the feed that had been distributed over the ground. When he still did not see Tommy or the other parts of the group he grabbed the walkie- talkie and placed a call.
"Tim to Horsemen… Where are you? Over."
This time he was relieved to hear Tommy's voice come over the radio.
"Horsemen to Tim… proceed along the pasture road about two miles, and we are in the process of breaking the ice on a well, you can't miss us, we're the one's by the tower on your left freezing our asses off! Over"
"OK, Tim clear…"
At safe speeds, it took Tim a few minutes, but he rounded a bend with the two trailers in tow and had to slow down to figure out how to get the hay to the cattle. Evidently, thirsty from the well being frozen, and, realizing that water would soon be available the "well detail" had about fifty head of "helpers" that had congregated around the frozen water. From the calls they were making, patience was not one of their greater virtues. Tim saw a pathway where the ground crowned from the road on the hillside, and that pathway would allow him to get the tandem trailers down to the flat area where it could be distributed to the cattle without much danger of roll-over.
From a distance, Gary, whose back had been hurting straightened up momentarily. As he did so, he saw Tim maneuver the Truck and tandem trailers to the crowned area. He poked Mike and for a moment Mike straightened up too.
"That damn kid is one smart little dude, no instruction in any manner and he just instinctively knew what to do… Bravo Tim!"
Tommy watched what Tim was doing and what had been recognized by his Uncles. The complement that had been paid Tim by his Uncle Gary meant more to Tommy than it probably would have meant to Tim himself.
When Tim downshifted gears to a slow walking speed, the laborers had picked up the hint and started the "food delivery". This was great for the well detail because the cascading food got the attention of the "bovine fan club" and the cattle that had been crowding around the well now headed over to have a munch on some fresh feed. A few stragglers seemed like they couldn't make a decision regarding water or feed, but being herd animals their curiosity towards the feed won out and cleared the area around the well. This distribution was very extensive and there were several hundred head that needed to be fed.
When this distribution was finished, Tim called again on the walkie- talkie".
"Tim to horsemen…..What now? Over"
The answer came in Tommy's voice:
"Horsement to Tim, head back here to us… Over"
"Affirmative… Tim. Clear"
It took Tim about ten minutes of driving and he was back at the water well and trough.
When Tim rolled to a stop with an empty truck and two empty trailers he set the parking brake, and let the diesel engine idle.
He reminded himself that he was not really in the best footwear for snow travel in tennis shoes, but he didn't have any heavy warm boots, those would have to come later.
In minutes, Mike and Gary had sent the laborer detail back to the bunk houses. The few that were on horseback took off and the rest in the old rusted out pickup. Soon it was just the three men and the the sounds of an idling diesel and "bovine conversation" in the background.
Gary and Mike approached Tim and in succession each one picked him up giving him a big bear hug.
"You are one amazing little dude Tim, where and how did you learn how to do what you did this morning, none of us could have done a better job!"
Tim finally found his voice and figured that the truth was the best explantion
"Well, when I worked at the truck terminal there were these girls that used to er….well….come around the lot to do a 'lube and oil change' on the truckers themselves. The damn guys would get so 'hot to trot' that they would leave their rigs at the fuel pumps, sometimes with the filler nozzles still in the fuel tanks. Necessity being the mother of invention, I just started moving and parking the rigs myself, locking them and hanging on to the keys until the guys had their 'pork smoked' and then they got their keys back. When Mr. McCready found out that this was happening, he was really pissed, but not at me! It became the unofficial 'policy' that if a truck got left at the pumps they either owed me twenty bucks to park it, or old man McCready would shut off their sex period and let the local cops clean out the hookers. I learned to handle most transmissions, how to handle 'doubles' and to get these things away from the pumps to keep the pumps from being blocked up. I never had a problem, so it was something I did at times whenever I worked out at the pumps. The Summer months when the humidity was high was the worst time of year for it."
"I also basically like learning so I tried to learn as much as I could about the rigs themselves, the driving part and whatever else I could do to make small talk. Even with high flow pumps it still takes quite a bit of time to pump out three hundred gallons of fuel. If the drivers were tired, it was my way of helping."
"Tommy, will you see if one of your old pairs of work boots will fit Tim?"
"What's your shoe size sweetheart?"
"Depends on the maker, but between a seven and a half and eight and a half."
"I might be able to find some of my older stuff that just might fit."
"Gary and I are going to ride up to the north pasture gate. We want to make certain that the gate has been latched and that there are no stragglers."
"Why don't you guys just head back in to the house."
"Uncle Gary, do you want us to unhitch the trailers?"
"Nah, just pull the combination through the equipment barn and remember to plug in the engine block heaters. There is no way of telling if we are going to have to repeat this again tomorrow or not as yet."
"OK"
Without saying much, Tommy turned Gypsy towards the lightly snow covered dirt road and galloped off towards the ranch. Tim just shrugged his shoulders, quickly threw the truck in gear and took off. This time, the speed back to the ranch was substantially increased, and as before Tim handled the truck and trailer combination as if he were a seasoned veteran. Tim followed Tommy. When they reached the ranch compound Tommy took Gypsy back to the barn area where he had gotten her. One of the laborers was there mucking stalls. He handed the reigns over to the man and plucked a bill out of his pocket. Tim saw the man laugh and Tommy then scrambled to the passenger side of the cab of the truck. He opened the door and hopped in.
"Head towards that gray shed over there and circle around the back of it". "When you get around the back you'll be facing the door of the equipment shed that they were talking about. Drive into the door of that shed and pull the truck all the way forward to the door on the opposite end. If we are lucky, you'll get about three feet on each end and that will allow us to close the building doors. The wind chill will take the heat out of this engine block more quickly than you'd think."
During their ride home the wind had started to pick up again and the blasts of wind were very cold.
"Why did you give that man money? Doesn't he get a salary?"
"Well, Uncle Gary and Uncle Mike have rules about the horses. The rider is the one responsible for cleaning up the animal, dealing with the saddle, bridle, and any other tack necessary. It takes about an hour to fully clean up an animal under some circumstances especially during the summer. Because it isn't part of their regular duty, the rule is that if you're in a hurry and want one of the hired hands to clean up the aftermath of your ride, it costs you ten bucks."
"OH"
As he was talking, Tommy watched Tim pull the combination through the shed edging the nose as close as possible to the door opening. Before Tim even had the parking brakes set and the engine shut down Tommy had made a fast exit from the truck cab and was quickly uncoiling a very heavy extension cord towards the hood of the truck. Tommy opened the hood and plugged the extension cord into a pigtail located under the hood.
Tim checked the cab of the truck to see that he had not left anything behind and got out.
The action of the clutch on that truck had been very stiff and as Tim hopped down from the fuel tank step on the driver's side, he realized that his left leg was shaking from the unfamiliar level of exercise. In the minutes that had passed as Tim was closing the doors to prevent heat loss on the engine, the wind outside had picked up and it was blowing hard.
Tim had survived a trial by fire, but as he thought about the events of the day, he wondered if he would be able to keep up.
Tommy's body had a great deal more insulation on it from the cold. As both young men walked back towards the ranch house, the cold was penetrating Tim and his core temperature was dropping. By the time he reached the back of the house he was shivering and shaking uncontrollably.
Tommy looked at Tim and realized that he needed to get Tim warmed up quickly or he would be in misery for hours.
As soon as Tim got inside the door of the house, Tommy playfully grabbed him and picked him up in his arms as if he weighed nothing.
Without saying anything about the shivering, Tommy said: "I want to take my gorgeous other half and clean his adorable hairy little body in the shower, then I want to take it to my bed and I want to make mad passionate love to it."
Tommy took Tim directly to their bathroom. He turned on the shower and quickly started undressing Tim. Tim had dressed in layers, but there were flaws in what Tim had done. He should have had thermal underwear, gloves, and far better footwear for the exposure than what he had.
The whole time that Tommy was undressing Tim he was kissing him and nibbling at him to the point that it distracted him from his shaking. In what seemed like 15 seconds Tommy had shed his own clothing and took Tim into the shower. He cuddled with Tim and moved him into the stream of hot water.
It took about 15 minutes to get Tim fully warmed. The cleaning became more entertainment as Tim warmed up than anything else.
As his core temperature increased so did the effects of Tommy's play.
Soon Tim's cock began to erect and his sexual temperature was heading up faster than his cock was.
Tommy gently dried Tim off and then took him to the bed that was be theirs. By the time Tommy finally got him into bed, Tim's desire for his hugely muscled lover had reached a level that had caused Tim's eyes to go out of focus and his cock to stretch so hard he thought it would rip the skin.