The thought just kept running through my head: "you have just got to be out of your mind!" as I looked out the window at the desolate West Texas landscape passing by. It was a far cry from the lush green campus at the University of Washington that I had left only this morning. I was riding down a dirt road in a beat-up pickup driven by a nearly toothless old Mexican named Chincho and just ahead was our destination: the main house on my uncle's ranch. It seemed like a good idea only a short while ago to take a quarter off of school, earn a little money and then make up the time in summer school. Out in front of the house stood my old Uncle Jake, his wife Flossie and Mamasita the main cook. The dust that had been trailing us caught up to us when the truck stopped.

The whole gang rushed up to the truck to greet me. "Why Mikey! You're all grown up! 'Septin' we'll be need'n to put s little meat on them bones of yours!" said Aunt Flossie.

Then Mamasita stepped up. I hadn't seen her since I was a little boy. "Mikeeto! Geeve ol' Mamasita a hug!" Immediately I was crushed amongst her huge breasts amid a jumble of garish plastic jewelry. Uncle Jake made some comment about what a fine young man I had become and with that we were all ushered into the household.

About an hour later the pressure to produce information about the family and school slowly abated. Uncle Jake announced that the hands would all be having dinner at the main bunk house and that we might should go over and meet a few of them. The one thing that concerned me about being here for three months was that no one should be given the chance to guess that I was gay. It was really no big deal at school: there were organizations, even dances for gays. But this was Texas, and even though I had been born here it had been a long time since I had lived here and I still remembered how red-necked the place could be.

We walked into the dining hall where there were about 20 mostly sun-dried, beat-up looking old cowboys and Mexicans. In spite of their weather-beaten appearance there were still a few of them that exhibited a rugged beauty that just about took my breath away.

"Hey guys," Uncle Jake said, "This here's my nephew Mike and he'll be workin' with us over the next few months." They all mumbled a greeting and nodded politely, some of them sporting remarkable bushy mustaches and then they got back immediately to the serious business of eating dinner. One particular cowboy caught my eye at the other end of the room. He was a big guy, not quite a tall as me but with a barrel chest and big arms. He had dark hair and looked a lot younger than just about everybody else.

To my delight, Uncle Jake walked me across the room and proceeded to introduce me. "Bart, you and Mike will be puttin' in a new fence line tomorrow. Maybe you can show him around the ranch a bit while your at it." Bart gave me a shy glance and nod revealing a pair of liquid blue eyes. There was a sort of incongruity about him. For one thing, he had such a young face! At the same time he had an incredibly dark beard shadow that went right to the top of his very high cheekbones and, without a gap plunged straight down his neck and met an amazing tangle of fur coming out of the top of his shirt. He almost looked like a kid in some ways but definitely had the body of a full-grown man.

That night I slept in the main house and resolved once again that my secret had better remain a secret and reminded myself that I shouldn't give my new work partner any hint of how drop-dead gorgeous I thought he was.

The next morning, after a hearty breakfast, Bart and I struck out with a pickup load of fence posts and a portable two-man auger. It was hard work for me. I had tried to keep in shape at school, mostly by swimming and a bit of weight training, but I was no match for Bart. He easily tossed posts and equipment around, barely getting winded. I struggled to keep up with him. Around 10 AM he stopped and pulled out a thermos full of coffee. He was a man of few words, but finally he asked me about school. "I hear you're going to the University of Washington." he said.

"Yes, I'll be a Junior this Fall. It's a great school."

"I've heard they have a good Oceanography department!" It was not something I had expected him to say. "I've always wanted to study that and I've been thinking about applying there." You could have knocked me over with a feather. He went on to explain that he had just graduated from high school last year and had been working to make some money for tuition.

I was stunned. "How old are you anyway?" I blurted out.

"I just turned 19." he said. I think he was a little amused at the obviously-stunned look I had on my face.

Before I could stop myself I said "But you look like you must be so hairy!" I almost choked. I then muttered something about me thinking that he must be about 27.

Bart flushed a shade of red and then gave me a timid, somewhat mischievous smile. "Yeah, shit, I'm pretty hairy alright!"

I quickly added "I just hope guys like you appreciate how jealous you make some of the rest of us feel!" Again Bart gave me a shy smile but didn't say anything.

That conversation over, we got back to work. Hardly another word passed between us the rest of the day. I was mentally kicking myself for what I had said. I figured Bart already had me pegged as a poof and imagined that by next mealtime word would be all over the bunkhouse.

On the bumpy ride back to the main house he finally said "Do you know where you're going to stay?" I had spent the first night at Uncle Jake and Aunt Flossie's but I really hoped that wasn't a permanent arrangement and looked forward to being with the rest of the guys in the bunkhouse.

Before I could reply he said "I'm in what they call 'the Outback.' It's just a little four-man unit, nothing fancy. Right now I'm the only one there but there will probably be a couple more cowboys staying there once calving season gets started. You might want to check it out to see if you'd maybe like to stay there with me."

I was stunned. He obviously hadn't been offended by my comments. Maybe he was even a little flattered! "Sure." I said. He suggested that we check it out after dinner.

I mentioned Bart's offer to Uncle Jake and he said he thought it was a great idea. "I kinda thought you two might just get along." And so after dinner I threw my things into the back of Bart's pickup and we headed down the dirt road to the 'Outback.'

It was a simple structure with a metal roof and screened-in porch that extended around two sides. There were just a few rooms: a minimal kitchen, a living room and two bedrooms, each with two single beds and a shared bathroom in between the two bedrooms. Bart showed me his bedroom. "You might want to think about bunking down in here with me" he said. You can have the other bedroom to yourself if you like, but you never know who you might end up rooming with."

I tried to muffle my enthusiasm at the prospect of sleeping in the same room with such a gorgeous hunk. "Yeah," I said casually. You look like you'd make a pretty good roommate to me." Bart just gave me one of those little blushes and an almost imperceptible smile as he looked quickly away.

That evening Bart re-introduced me to the game of dominoes, a staple past time in Texas. After the second game he announce that he was going to take a shower and then go to bed. Without another word he went into the bathroom and pretty soon I heard water running in the shower.

I went into the bedroom to put away some of my things and to make sure that my bed was ready. Bart had left the bathroom door wide open and I found myself fighting the urge to make up some excuse to go into the bathroom and maybe get a little peek at that beautiful body through the glass shower doors. "Get a grip" I thought to myself!

Suddenly the water stopped and after a minute or two I heard water running in the sink. I was pulling back the sheets on my bed when I noticed that a mirror in the bedroom gave me a clear view of what was happening in the bathroom. There was a from-behind view of Bart, standing at the sink buck naked brushing his teeth. The hair on his lower back extended right down over a meaty set of buns and down his legs. He almost looked like he was wearing a pair of wool pants! He finished brushing his teeth, turned around and walked into the bedroom in all his full beautiful nakedness. For a second he just stood there like some Greek statue come to life and looked at me with just a hint of a smile. It was the first time I had a chance to see his stunning uncut dick, huge and hanging there in a great tangle of pubic hair, a magnificent set of hairy balls hanging low underneath. I realized after a moment that I was staring at him and pulled my eyes away with great difficulty. "Getting settled in?" he asked in that quiet, friendly tone.

"Just about" I said. I think I'll follow your lead and take a quick shower before I turn in."

"You want me to wake you in the morning?" he asked. "Your uncle likes to get an early start."

"Yeah, that'd be great" I said, chancing another look at him. He was still sanding there looking at me and gently rubbing his chest with a towel. I had been so stunned by the sight of his cock that I had completely forgotten to check out his hairy chest. A wiry coat fully and inch thick covered an obviously muscular set of pecs. Again I realized that I was staring. My dick was rock hard.

I glanced away again, struggling to hopefully make my hard-on a little less obvious. "Well, I had better get in there" I said, walking past Bart who was still standing there gently patting himself with a towel.

Taking his cue, I left the bathroom door open. Pulling my blue jeans off I though "Heck with it" and let my dick stand up in its full glory. I tried not to even think about whether or not Bart was watching me. In the relative safety of the shower I lathered up, my dick throbbing and oozing pre-cum. "This has just got to stop" I thought to myself and turned on the cold water in an effort to deflate my erection.

Just as I got it down I turned around and the glass door opened. There stood Bart, still completely naked holding out a can of beer. "I forgot these were in the ice box" he said. This will help you sleep tonight. I thanked him and took the can. He gave me a little smile and shut the glass door.

I drank that beer real quick. I needed it. I turned on the cold water again and finished off my shower. I wrapped a towel around my waist and concentrated on getting my teeth brushed. I was trying everything I could to keep from getting a hard-on again. I tried to concentrate on unpleasant images: dead kitties, the stern old face of my third-grade teach, fish guts, anything but the gorgeous hunk who was in the room next to me.

After I finished I quickly entered the bedroom before my cock stood at attention again. Bart was already in bed watching me as I came into the room. I gave him a weak smile and said "You ready to hit the hay?"

"Sure" he said and with that I quickly reached for the switch and turned out the light. The relative safety of the darkness allowed me to take off my towel and get into bed quickly even as my hard-on once again got completely out of control. Lying there I was wondering how I was ever going to get to sleep thinking about the stunning piece of manhood that was just a few feet away from me. I was so wired that every little sound he made seem to thunder across the room. This went on for a good half hour without either of us saying a word.

Just when I thought there might be some hope that I could get some sleep, Bart suddenly got out of be and went over to the window. In the dark room he was bathed in the light of a full moon. His silhouette showed off a beautiful halo of glistening fur. At that point he stood sideways to reveal the outline of a very hard dick sticking straight out. I rustled around in my bed a bit (as if I was just waking up) and then whispered across the room: "What's happening Bart?"

"I thought I heard something" he said, making no effort to conceal his hard-on. By now he was absently fingering the tip of his huge dick and it was straining and writhing in response. "Come over here and see if you can see anything" he suggested. I jumped right out of bed, my own eight-incher at full attention. Bart gently guided me in front of him by the window. "Over there" he said, pointing to a dark shed across the road. "I thought for sure I heard something" he said. With Bart directly behind me, he rested his sandpaper chin on my shoulder and reaching around with his left hand he pointed to the shed. In doing so I could fee his hard dick glide in between my cheeks. His hairy chest felt like steel wool on my back. I let out a little involuntary gasp of pleasure.

At that instant both of us lost all pretense of looking for anything outside and we quickly retreated backwards and collapsed in a heap on his bed. I was like a starving man desperate to eat him up. Initially my main interest were those beautiful hairy balls of his. I spent a good ten minutes licking them, soaking in that luscious scent, my tongue occasionally wandering down through the dense undergrowth of his furry butt hole. This would really drive him wild and he would let out a series of involuntary gasps which in turn heightened my own sense of pleasure. Alternately I would also bat his huge shaft around with my tongue, nibble and chew on the tip end of his foreskin and then plunge his whole dick right down my throat. All of this progressively brought him into a state of agitated sexual frenzy, reaching the point where he had to have some time working on all my goodies. Alternately he would lick and chew my balls and then blow on them and then raise my legs up so that he could have unimpeded access to my furry anus. Pretty soon we were both exploring each other at the same time, me relishing to wonder of his muscular, hairy body and him exploring every inch of me with that incredible sandpaper face of his.

When neither of us could hold back any longer we exploded in a simultaneous eruption, wave after wave of warm semen, both of us groaning and panting until we collapsed into a happy, sweaty pile.

"Shit that was nice," he said to me! "You college boys really know ho to make a man feel good!"

You ranch hands can show us a thing or two I would say" and with that we both fell asleep in each other's arms.

I think you know most of the rest of the story. Bart and I had so much fun together over the next three months. We squirted enough warm juices at each other to float battleship! I don't think that anyone at the ranch ever thought that we were more than just very good friends, but in fact, Bart ended up coming as a Freshman to the University of Washington and would you believe that he is still my roommate to this day!