BOOGER RED & COWBOY CHAPTER 18
By Waddie Greywolf
          
          
The rodeo came to an end and the neighbors had all gone home.  We
were planning on leaving the next morning.  Mr. Stafford got me aside
that afternoon to talk privately with me.  I saw Ben Jr. watching us
walk away from the corral.  Mr. Stafford had his arm around me pulling
me close to him and I could feel the pain and hurt coming from Ben Jr.
that his dad felt that much for me to display some intimacy.  I didn't
have to look, I could feel his hurt and I knew how he felt.

We went walking in one of his pastures. He asked me what I'd left
out when I told him, Mrs. Stafford and Ben Jr.  my story of what I'd been
through since I last saw them.

"I got the idea there was more to the story than just you losing your
buddies.  I had a feeling you and the Yates boy bonded and were a pair. 
The other two were partners, too, weren't they, Son?"

"Yes, Sir, Mr. Stafford.  I loved them so much,  but I'm learning to let
go.  I'm getting better. Buck comes to me in my dreams once in a while
and tells me what God wants me to do."

"This man you're with,  Bud introduced you two at Walker's ranch in
Glen Rose, Texas?"

"Yes, Sir. You know Master Walker, Mr. Stafford?"

"Oh, hell yes, Son.  Walker rode the circuit with Bud and I for about
five or six years.  He was our running buddy.  Buck tell you that God
wanted you to be with this man, Booger?"

"Yes, Sir.  I fell in love with Master Red before I went to Nam. I
couldn't see him after I got back because of having lost Buck and my
buddies.  That hurt him a lot.  Buck came to me and told me I never
would get over him until I gave myself to Master Red."

"That's understandable you couldn't see him right away.  You
needed time to heal before you could think about giving yourself to a
Master, but it sounds like Buck made sense, too."

"Buck said I had to be with him but couldn't tell me why.  I only
learned a while ago why God wanted me to ride with Master Red and be
his slave."

"Why's that, Son?"

"My Master's dying,  Mr. Stafford,  from an inoperable brain tumor
and only has about six months to live."

"Oh, my God, you poor kid.  After what you've been through, losing
your loved ones and Bud  within one night of each other,---seems like
God's asking an awful lot of you, Son."

"Well, Mr. Stafford, I haven't told you everything.  I didn't know how
it might affect Mrs. Stafford or Ben Jr. and didn't know if I could've
explained it without,  well,---you know, saying something they might not
understand."

"I appreciate that, Son.  You're as considerate as Bud was,  but
what else do you have to tell me."

"The night before I left home for Nam, my buddies, my dad, Uncle
Bud and Lester an old black man that's been a part of my family since I
was born were gathered in dad's kitchen.  We were just shoot'n the shit
and having a good time.  Anyway, my dad had a few beers,  got real
serious 'cause he had something to tell me before I went to Nam.

Seems my dad couldn't have no kids due to having mumps when he
was a young man.  He and my Uncle Joe got my Uncle Bud drunk one
night after he came home from Korea. Uncle Bud passed out in the bed
of dad's truck, dad put a rubber on him, and Uncle Joe sucked him off."

"Oh, my God, Billy, don't tell me,... you mean,....?"

"Yes, Mr. Stafford, Uncle Bud was my biological father."

"Holy shit! Bud had a boy and he didn't even know.  All along you
were his kid and neither of you knew? That's incredible.  No, that's
fucking wonderful.  God, Billy, remember, Son,---just when you think
you've seen and heard it all and nothing can surprise you anymore,  life
bends you over and fucks you until you're not quite so smug anymore; 
but occasionally, just occasionally, before it throws a  fuck in you,  it
kisses you first.

Then you think, 'Hey! That just made up for all the times it fucked
me and then kicked me in the butt.'  This is one of those times, Son,
that makes it worth the living."  The big man hugged me close to him,
"You don't know what that news means to me and how happy I am for
you and him.  I can only imagine how Bud must have felt when your dad
told you."  Mr. Stafford stood there in the middle of the field and held
me for several minutes without speaking.

"So,  that's why you and Bud looked so damn much alike." Mr.
Stafford laughed, "You're almost a duplicate of him, Son.  Every time I
look at you I see Bud and my old dick gets hard.  Listening to you tell
rodeo stories... well, Son,.... you've caught me wiping a tear away
'cause you tell a story the same way Bud did and sound just like him. 
Don't know if'n you're trying to imitate him or what, but youngster, it
sent chills up my back."   We laughed, "Well, son of a bitch,---Bud had a
boy,... and Billy,---he couldn't a' had a finer one."

"Thanks,  Mr. Stafford, coming from you, Sir,---well, it means a lot to
me. I told Ben Jr. yesterday you're one of a handful of men I love and
consider a role model."  He looked me in the eyes and held me tighter. 

"That's the sweetest damn thing any young man's ever said to me,
Cowboy. I love you for that, Son."  The big man walked along beside
me, quiet for a while, shaking his head from time to time,  muttering
under his breath, "Well, I'll be damned,  you did it, Bud.  Damn.  Good
for you, Cowboy." Then he'd wipe away a tear.

"When he was here he couldn't talk about nothing else but you,
Billy.  He was so fucking proud of you.  I don't know how many times he
told me he wish't you was his kid.  He kept saying it wasn't fair Gunn
should've had the son he always wanted. You even looked just like him.
He didn't have a clue. 

When you guys won every day at the stampede, I don't think his
boots touched the ground the rest of the time you were here.  I was
happy for him and you.  I can't ever remember seeing Bud as happy and
at peace as he was with you, Billy.

He confided to me even though you weren't his kid he made you his
son.  He told me Gunn didn't seem to pay you much attention so he
figured if your dad wouldn't he would.  Said your dad didn't seem to
mind or feel threatened 'cause you two grew close.  He said Gunn
encouraged the two of you."

"My dad's a pretty remarkable man, Mr. Stafford.  You would love
him.  He's my dad and I've come to love him like no other.  Uncle Bud
will always be my uncle even though we were both thrilled to know I
came from his body; however, the old man who raised me knew exactly
what he was doing.  He loved me and his cousin, Uncle Bud, enough to
let us form a relationship that was tighter than most fathers and sons
ever experience.

My dad wanted a son so bad to carry his name he went to almost
criminal lengths to have me.  I'm proud to carry his name.  My dad is a
good man, Mr. Stafford, he's my best friend, my fiercest rodeo
competitor, and my rock I can run to when the world is too much for
me.  He's also one of the finest fucks I've ever had in my young life.

I begged him for it one night about two years ago and he gave his
kid what he needed.  We ain't stopped since.  My Master gives me up to
him for a night or two every time we go home.  He goes next door and
fucks my dad's slave,... my Uncle Joe.  He was my mom's brother."

"Your old man fucks you?"  He looked surprised.

"It was either that or hump his boot, Mr. Stafford."  He looked at me
then roared with laughter. 

"Damn, that's great, Son.  Wish't ta' hell I could have something like
that with my boy."

"I think you could if you were honest with him."  I shrugged my
shoulder and continued, "Uncle Bud talked to me for hours about how
much he loved you, Master Ben." I said softly.

"I haven't been called Master since Bud and you visited last.  I'd get
off alone with Bud, he'd call me Master and it would 'bout rip my damn
heart out, Son.  I loved your uncle, Billy.  Still do.   Guess I always will. 
I thank God, the two of you had that year together, and even more
happy you won the finals.  What that man must have felt for you, Son,---I
can only guess."

"I brought a letter with me I'd like you to read, Mr. Stafford.  It's a
letter Uncle Bud wrote me shortly before he died.  He left it with my
Aunt Laura to give me when I returned from Nam.  I've never shared
this letter with another person, including my Master.  I plan to share it
with my Master soon but I haven't for a reason.

It was important for me to share it with you first because of the
closeness we both shared with Uncle Bud." I pulled Uncle Bud's letter
out of my back pocket and handed it to Mr. Stafford, "It's pretty self-
explanatory and think you'll find it remarkable.  I keep it in my
saddlebags and carry it with me everywhere." 

Mr. Stafford unfolded the letter,  got about a third of the way
through and fell to his knees in the pasture, then sat on the ground
sobbing. He recovered and ask me to read the rest to him, he didn't
think he could.

The big man sat there and cried like his heart would break as I
slowly read the rest of Uncle Bud's letter to him.  When I finished, he
sat for a while, collected himself, then sat staring off into the distance.
He finally spoke.

"What a beautiful letter, Billy.  What better advice could any man
give his son.  He's right, you know?  The only thing we can take back to
our Creator is the joy, happiness, and love we've gathered here.  It's so
simple most folks run around looking for something more complicated.  

They run around pointing fingers at each other yelling, 'I'm gonna'
get there and you ain't 'cause I know something you don't.' Those folks
are too busy judging how much more God's gonna' reward them than
their brother when they should be spending that time being good to
their brother and gathering all the love they can. 

I do think it's a remarkable letter and it speaks to me across the
years because I knew Bud had a deep abiding faith.  I never understood
it.  I guess I never really tried.  I was a cowboy and that was enough for
me.

It's different now, Son.  I'm facing my own mortality square in the
face.  There's two places a man should try to have his faith intact, in a
foxhole on a battlefield and when he realizes he's not gonna' live
forever.  Bud knew that.

I hope you're proud Bud was your biological father, Son. Oh, hell, I
know you are.  I also hope you appreciate what a special man Bud was. 
His love of life and people made an impact on everyone who knew him.
He was a man among men, Billy."

"Thanks, Mr. Stafford, since I'm a little older I've grown to
appreciate him more.  Folks all over come to me, pull me aside to talk
quietly about something Uncle Bud did to help them or maybe nothing
more than give them his time to listen.  They all tell me in reverent
tones how much he meant to them.  I never knew these things about
my uncle.   He never talked much about helping anyone, he just did it. 

"Well, Son, tell me about this Booger Red fellow,  your Master.  Is he
a good man, do you love him?  I met him several times on the circuit
many years ago.   We've had many friends in common but I  never got to
know him."

"I accepted him as my Master before I went to Nam, Mr. Stafford.  I
fell in love with Master Red and fell in love with him again after I had
healed enough to be with him.  He's so damn good to me, I couldn't ask
God for a better Master and I try to be a good slave for him.  I just wish
I could do more.  He keeps assuring me I'm doing enough."

We were far from the house behind a large water storage tank.  The
old man grabbed me to him, held me without saying a word and gently
then more passionately kissed me.  I didn't hold back because I'd
wanted to kiss that old cowboy ever since I got there. It was terribly
exciting to me.  I could feel him growing in his pants while he was
kissing me.

"Why, Mr. Stafford,----" I said laughing.

"Oh shit!  I know, Son. I apologize. I just wanted to hold a little piece
of Bud for a minute and that part of me down there remembered how
special he use to make it feel."

"Mr. Stafford, if we could go in that pump room over there I'd be
proud and honored if you'd allow this slave to take you, Sir."  Mr.
Stafford looked down at me, looked me in the eyes and spoke gently.

"What about your Master, Son?  He trusts you and he's a guest in my
home."

"He gave his unqualified approval several nights before we reached
your ranch. I've reminded him of his approval and asked again if he
approved.  After the fourth time, he ordered me not to ask again. Each
time he'd tell me he thought it was a great idea.  The last time I asked
he told me to tell you,  offering his slave is his gift to say thank you for
your hospitality."

"That's very nice of him but are you sure you'd like to take this old
man, Son?"

"Nothing would bring me greater happiness right now than to be
your slave for a few minutes so one day when I join my uncle I can tell
him,

"Hey, Uncle Bud, for a few minutes, I was that big cowboy's slave,
too.  He gave me the honor of taking  him."  The tears gathered in Ben
Stafford's deep set dark blue eyes.

"I'd be fucking proud for you to tell him that, Son. Come on, let's
make sure you can."  Ben Stafford led me by the hand to the pump
room. After we got there I looked him up and down as he slowly undid
his belt, unbuttoned the top button, unzipped his Wranglers, reached
into his pants and pulled out his big, uncircumcised  cock and beautiful
set of low hanging balls. 

I marveled at what a fine, well kept, older man he was.  Ben Stafford
was all man, a cowboy, from his head to those big, fucking boots he
wore that made my mouth water.  I laughed to myself about Uncle Bud
and I talking about Mr. Stafford's big, hot cowboy boots.  Hell, Uncle
Bud was right;  there ought a' be a law.

I fell to my knees and started cleaning them big boots of his and
heard a deep, sigh from Mr. Stafford like he was about to partake of a
favorite dessert he hadn't had in a long time.  I got  one boot pretty
clean and started on the other.  It was a little dirtier but I worked on it
until it was as clean as the other.  I found his waiting hand, I gently
kissed the back and placed it against my forehead.   I heard his deep,
booming, bass voice order me.

"Rise, good slave, and show your Master your love."  His big arms
were waiting and I didn't hesitate.  I rarely have been kissed as special
as Ben Stafford kissed me. I fell to my knees.  He was hard as a rock
when he kissed me.  I licked and cleaned his balls and heard him order
me to start making love to his dick.  I started in cleaning, licking and
making proper love to the big man's fuck stick.  Then I heard him honor 
me,

"You may take me, slave."

Mr. Stafford had a longer foreskin than I'd experienced on any other
man and it invited me to get my tongue in there and taste the big man's
flavors.  I wasn't disappointed.  He tasted like a big man.  I didn't pull
his  foreskin back because I wanted to enjoy taking that big thing down
my throat and making him feel good.

I had a feeling I could suck on him all day  and while it would make
him feel wonderful it wouldn't be until I pealed his foreskin back over
the head, took two or three good hits, that he would honor me with his
hot cowboy come.  I sucked on the big cowboy for fifteen or twenty
minutes until he ordered me to take him. 

He reached down and pealed it back.  I gently moved his hand away,
replaced it with mine and held his lose skin back as I began to fuck him
deep in my throat.   Mr. Stafford began to move his hips in a motion to
fuck my mouth and throat.  He placed his big hand behind my head to
hold it steady as he took over.  I relaxed my throat and took his big
cock  further and further as he unleashed his animal lust to savagely
face fuck his slave.

He was relentless in his thrust.  With each stroke he'd get a little
more down my throat until he had almost all of it down me. Then he left
it there to deep fuck my throat.  He would pull out about three to four
inches and slam it back down my throat 'til finally my lips were
slamming against his lower stomach where his big cock was attached. 
He had worked to get it all down my throat and now he was enjoying
his prize.  He felt so damn good using me like my mouth was a pussy
only for his satisfaction.

"Sorry slave, you're not gonna' get to taste this old Master's come
'cause I'm about to shoot deep down your throat.  Feel that, Son.  Feel
that cowboy dick gettin' bigger in that tight little throat.   Yeah!  Here it
is, Cowboy!"  I could feel his come traveling down his big dick to shoot
deep in my throat.  He held my head locked tight against his belly, his
entire manhood slammed into my throat and emptied  volley after volley
of his good, hot, cowboy come into my stomach. 

That old man almost blew my head off he shot such a huge load of
come down my throat.  I got to taste a little of him as I dutifully
cleaned him.  He tasted like an old cowboy should; of leather, horses,
hay, fresh moan grass, meadow muffins and his own wonderful male
scent.  I swallowed the last of the big cowboy as he reached down and
pulled me up to his chest and kissed me hard.

"Best I ever had, slave.  You're a credit to your uncle and that big,
mean looking Master you're riding with."
  
"Thank you, Master Ben, for letting me catch you and honoring me
with your come, Sir. Thank you for using me like a slave should be used
by a Master, Sir.  It was indeed an honor for this slave and I love you for
allowing me to please you, Sir" he grabbed me and hugged me again.

"You can't know what it meant to me, Son.  For one brief moment to
own a slave again. I love you for giving me that, Billy, and your
generous Master for his gift."  he kissed me again gently.

We strolled out further into the pasture.  Then started back as the
sun was beginning to start it's descent into evening. Mr. Stafford was
full of questions.  Sometimes pretty personal questions. A Master has
that right.

"That cod piece on your Master's leather pants is hot but is that a
patch covering his ass on his leather pants?"

"Yes, Sir, Master Ben, it has four snaps so his slave can remove it to
service him without having to take off his leather pants.  That patch
has fascinated and turned me on from the first night he invited me to
share his bed. It still fascinates me."

" Does he require you to clean him, Son?"

"Yes, Sir, he does, but I begged him to train me,  Mr. Stafford. My
Master was patient with me and once I let go,  I was hooked.  Now, I
can't get enough. I probably drive my Master crazy,  I'm all the time
sniffing around his rear.  I follow him to the head." Mr. Stafford laughed.

"Yeah, your uncle insisted on doing that for me.  I didn't ask him to,
it was something he needed and had to have.  He was like you, he
couldn't get enough of my old, dirty cowboy hole.  I loved him so much I
wouldn't have denied him anything.  Damn, he felt good when he got
way up in there with his tongue and clean me good.  I have to admit,
Son, I got to where I loved it. I still get hard thinking about it."  I was
silent for a long moment and spoke softly to him.

"If circumstances were different, Master Ben, it would be a great
honor for me to clean your hole for you.   I've never met another man I
could say that about other than my Master.  I know you'd taste
wonderful."  Big Ben Stafford laughed and put his arm around me and
pulled me close. We walked back toward the barn with his big arm
around me and I never felt closer to a man in my life than I did big Ben
Stafford at that moment.

"Tell me about your cousins.  They're both Billy Gunns, too?"

"Yes, Sir. I prayed for more family 'cause I lost most of mine and by
chance my Master and I stopped in this bar in Bakersfield and there
they were."

"Are they together, Son?" Mr. Stafford asked not wanting to intrude
or have me break a confidence.  I told him the truth about Boots being
straight and raising his boy who my Master says is a natural slave. 
He's so much in love with his dad and begs him to make him his slave.  

Boots can't make up his mind; however, Master Red and I are
working on him.  I'm the only other man Boots has been with and I told
Mr. Stafford,...he definitely had talent,....a lot of talent.  I took one
finger of each hand and held them apart to show him just how much
talent Boots had.   The old man roared with laughter.

"The first time Sonny saw you on horseback he had to run to the loft
and jack off he thought you were so hot.  I had to agree with him, Mr.
Stafford."  The big man laughed even harder.

"I wish Ben Jr. and I could be closer.  You don't know how I long to
hold him sometimes, Cowboy.  I've stiff armed him all these years
'cause I was afraid he'd see my other side and hate me."

"Mr. Stafford, would it be too bold of me to tell you Sonny and I are
almost certain Ben Jr. wants the same thing.  Uncle Bud was sure
when we were here before and Ben Jr. has opened up a little to me.  He
worships you Mr. Stafford.  I told him on the way out of the rodeo
yesterday that his feelings for you were not wrong.

He's so envious of Sonny and Boots' relationship he's ask all sorts of
questions. If we find out for sure and he opens to Sonny or me do you
want to know about it?  I'm not trying to play matchmaker here Mr.
Stafford,  these situations are best left to the individuals but it's a
shame two men who love each other like you and Ben Jr. do,  aren't
closer.  Have you ever stopped to consider he might need you to love
him that way."

"You make a lot of sense, youngster.  Let me think about it.  I'd like
to talk with your Master and get his take on the situation.  I'm
impressed Red is a sensible man."

"He is that, Mr. Stafford, and a hell of a lot more. It's good you want
to talk to my Master about it.  He won't bull shit ya.'  He'll tell you what
he really feels.  He's thrilled with Boots and Sonny.  He's accepted
them as his family, too."

 We got back to the barn and Ben Jr. had a couple of roping ponies
saddled up.  He wanted to do a little roping before dinner. I excused
myself and Mr. Stafford went to the barn where he saw my Master
tinkering with our bikes.  He talked to Master Red for a few minutes,
Red wiped his hands and followed Mr. Stafford.  They walked out into
the pasture together.

"You're a lucky man, Red, to have that kid for your slave."  Ben said
to my Master. It was the first time Ben had opened up to Red. Red was
pleased the big man thought enough of him to share a few things with
him in confidence.

"You don't know how many times a day, I thank God for that boy,
Ben. The better part of what I am today as a man or Master is because
of that kid.  Aside from being some of the hottest sex I've ever
experienced he's just a damn good kid, and he chose an ugly, old man
like me to love and be his Master."

"Well,---I can tell you this, Red, he worships you; thinks you're the
greatest thing since sliced bread."

"Tell me, Ben, did my slave please you?"

"God,---Red,---yes, he was wonderful. How did you know?"

"I looked at your boots. First time I've seen 'em clean since we got
here."  The two men shared a laugh.

"He was so good, I can't thank you enough for your generosity. It
was a nice thing to do, Red, and I'll treasure the memory for a long
time.  He took me in that pump room over there and made me feel like
a Master again.  He's a credit to you as a Master, Red.  He worked his
ass off to please me, to make you proud of him and to insure your gift
was the finest his Master had to offer.

Your gift was not only fine, it was a treasure, and this old man's
grateful; you can't know what it meant to me.  Cowboy and I struck up
an unspoken mutual admiration when he and Bud stopped by when they
were roping at the stampede. Holding that kid transported me thirty
years back in time to when I held Bud close and he was my slave."

"You know Cowboy's dad told him Bud was his real father?"

"Yeah, he just told me a while ago and I haven't recovered yet.  I'm
happy for him and Bud."

"Yeah, Gunn told him and Bud the night before Cowboy went back to
boot camp."
 
"I damn near shit my pants when they came by here and I saw Billy
for the first time.  The kid got out of that truck and I stopped dead in
my tracks----son of a bitch I could a' sworn it was the same kid I loved
all those years ago then I saw Bud well, Bud always could stop my
heart and only looked better as he was getting older.  Damn what a
man!

Shit, I knew something was wrong.  Two people can't look that
much alike and not have closer blood that second cousins, Red!  Just
doesn't happen,----Oh, hell, I don't know that for sure but I'd guess it's
damn rare."

"You're probably right, Ben  I knew about it before Cowboy and Bud
did.  J'ever meet Sam Jenkins that was in our division.  Big tall cowboy
from Wyoming, rode bulls and saddle broncs on the circuit for several
years."

"Yeah, I remember him.  Good looking kid. He rode the circuit the
last year Bud and I rode together." 

"Gunn was wounded pretty bad in Korea.  He came back before Bud
and used Bud's sperm to impregnate his wife.  He developed some
major problems and had to be hospitalized for a while.  Gunn was afraid
he was gonna' die so he called Sam Jenkins to come see him.  Sam
rushed to his bedside and Gunn confided in Sam what he'd done.  His
wife was already dead at the time.  If he died he wanted Sam to tell
Billy and Bud together and have Bud take care of him.

Well, Gunn didn't die and  Sam forgot about it and didn't remember
until he saw Billy.  Everyone was going on how he didn't look like Gunn
but he looked just like Bud.  It jogged Sam's memory and he told me
after the second night I slept with Cowboy.

I was stunned as everybody else but it made sense. I was so proud
for Bud. He always wanted a boy but his wife couldn't have kids,----and
you know Bud, how fiercely loyal he could be. His kid's the same way. 
He decided I was it for him and he's never looked at another man.

Walker told us exactly why Bud was bringing his nephew to the
ranch.  He brought Cowboy by Walker's to have the kid bond with
another man to cushion the blow of them separating after their year
together.  Hopefully, one of the good looking 'scooter bums' he invited
was going to get to spend a couple of nights in heaven with Bud's
nephew.  Maybe even become a new slave for one of them.  They were
all good looking men.

Walker invited about  eight of our clan; the best looking ones who
were available Masters and me.  Bud ask Walker to invite me and to tell
me he'd like to see me again and maybe get together at Walker's.  I
was thrilled Bud wanted to see me again.  I've carried a torch for Bud
all these years, I wouldn't have missed it for the world.

All those good looking sons of bitches were laughing at me, old
ugly, for being there. I wasn't there to compete with them; I was there
'cause Walker invited me;---'cause Bud asked Walker to invite me.

None of us had any idea what the kid looked like. I'm not
particularly turned on by young kids but I have to tell you, Ben, when
that kid walked into that room along side his uncle, it got so quiet you
could a' heard a mouse fart. He was the most handsome kid any of us
bums ever saw in a long time. All decked out in his cowboy duds;---
took my breath away.

He looked just like Bud when we were all on the circuit. None of us
could believe Billy wasn't Bud's kid but they assured us Big Gunn was
his dad.  I was like you, I was so taken by how much he looked like a
young Bud, it was hard to take my eyes off him.  I wanted to touch
him; hold him.  I was a little ashamed of myself.

It never entered my mind, with all those good looking men there, the
kid would even look twice at somebody ugly as me.  Well, Ben, old ugly
had the last laugh on seven good looking men. The kid chose a beast
over beauty. I guarantee you some tears were shed that night 'cause
that beautiful kid didn't pick them.

He took one look at me.  I took one look at him and I knew he would
be going with me. He walked over to me and gave me a kiss that damn
near made me piss my pants, pulled back, looked me in the eyes and
said, "Thank you, my Master!" I've been in love with that kid ever since.

Sam Jenkins asked Cowboy why he picked me.  He told him, "'cause
he feels right." He blew those guys away. What better, simpler way to
express how two men come together and bond.  Say's it all it just
fucking feels right."

"The kid's pretty remarkable.  The blow job he gave me  this
afternoon got me hungry for more."

"He was hoping that you'd let him pleasure you.  He cleared it with
me days before we got here.  I got to know you and was hoping you'd
let him,---it meant so much to him.  My slave trainee, Sonny, confided to
his Master he would die a happy slave if he had your dick stuck in
either of his holes."

"He's a fine looking kid, too, Red.  Looks just like his old man.  They
make a handsome pair. Cowboy said you were kind and generous and
that's why he loves you.  He's right, Red.  I'm glad the kid has you for a
Master and even happier for you that you have such a good slave.  I
think Bud broke him in well.  Bud loved that kid, and to think, he turned
out to be his father after all.  Amazing.  He told me he and his dad bunk
it in every now and then."

"Oh, yeah!  They're tight.  I turn him over to Gunn the first night we
get there and the night before we leave. It's almost tradition.  I go next
door and get me a piece of Gunn's slave. Joe Potter's a fine fuck, good
slave and knows how to treat a Master.  I enjoy fucking him."

"Wish Ben Jr. and I could have something like Billy and his dad. 
Shit, it seems so right."

"Tell you what, Ben.  I never thought much about men bunking it in
with their dads but all of a sudden I find myself surrounded by the idea. 
Bud and Cowboy, Gunn and Cowboy, Boots and Sonny, now you and
Ben Jr.   After being around it for sometime now, I envy the father and
son who can put aside their roles and come together to love each
other.

More men have issues over never feeling loved by their dads and
spend the rest of their lives regretting it.  You should hear Boots go on
about his dad being a cold, distant, son of a bitch.  He swore he wasn't
gonna' be that way with his kid.

Boots didn't make Sonny the way he is.  God did.  Same's he made
you and me.  If he made Ben Jr. to have a hanker'n for men why would
you deny yourself that joy.  You're his dad, Ben.  The kid is practically
laying it in your lap.  It's there if you're not afraid to reach out and take
it.  Be the best thing in the world for that boy, I'll tell you that.  He
needs you, Ben.  He needs you to hold him and tell him you love him."  

"Thanks for your honesty, Red.  Meeting Boots and Sonny has
opened my eyes to some things.  Then that remarkable young man you
have for a slave hit me pretty hard with some things.  It's made me hurt
in my gut to see the communication between Boots and Sonny and 
how happy they seem to be with each other.

I want that for Ben Jr. and I."  He shook Red's hand then pulled him
in to hug him.  I watched Red and Ben walk back to the house laughing
and having a good time with each other.  Mr. Stafford called to Ben Jr.
and me.  He told us to put the horses away and get cleaned up for
dinner.

Ben Jr., Sonny  and I were sharing some intimate things and Ben Jr.
asked me a couple of pointed questions about Red and me.  Why I was
riding with an older man and why did I seemed so attentive to him?  He
allowed Red was one of the meanest, ugly, looking older men he'd ever
met. Sonny laughed and I agreed with him. 

"If you only knew, Ben..." Sonny smiled at him.  "Other'n my dad,
Red's probably the finest man I've ever met in my life.  He gives me
what I need and I'm honored and proud to serve him any chance I get. "

"Yeah, Really?  I think I understand.   I'm fascinated by those
leather pants he's wears and when I'm around him, he..."  Ben Jr.
stopped and trailed off. We were walking the horses back to the barn.

"At's all right, Ben," Sonny came to the rescue, "he makes my dick
drip in my pants when I'm around him. I've almost dropped my load a
few times when he took me in his arms just to hug me.  He has a raw
animal attraction about him that pops my cork.  Some are turned on by
that, others aren't."   He smiled knowingly at Ben Jr.  who nodded and
smiled back.

"Yeah? Well,... I'm definitely one that's turned on by him." Ben Jr.
allowed quietly.

"Ben, you been asking us a lot of personal questions.   We don't
mind but are you trying to ask us something?  Maybe want us to share
something with you?"  Ben Jr. was quiet for a while thinking how he
wanted to answer.  I could see the wheels turning in his brain.

"Yeah, Billy, I am.  But I neither know what to ask nor how to ask
it." Ben Jr. said quietly

"Would it be easier if we told you our relationships with the men we
ride with?  Do you think you can handle it if it's something other folks
might consider unusual?"

"I don't think I'd have a problem."

"Okay, Booger Red is my Master, Ben. I'm his slave.  He owns me.  I
was given to him to be his slave by my dad in a ceremony in front of our
biker family of about three hundred people.  I acknowledged Master
Red's right to own me and become my Master by signing my name to a
contract.

My only purpose as his slave is to take care of him and provide him
pleasure whenever he wants it; at the snap of his finger.  Which ever
hole my Master chooses to use I make ready for him immediately. No
question asked. I would never consider withholding sex from my Master
anytime he wants it.

He makes all the decisions for our lives. Sometimes he asks my
input other times he doesn't.  No matter,  I would never question any
decision he made.  I'm working hard to become an extension of him and
his life.

My Uncle Bud trained me to be a slave because I asked him to."  I
paused waiting for a response.  Ben Jr. was silent taking it all in. 
Sonny spoke up.

"My dad's straight but he allows me to have what I need from him. 
He's allowed me to suck him off since I was twelve years old.  He also
fucks me regularly.  I act as a slave to him but he hasn't officially taken
me for his slave.  I want him, too. Nothing would make me happier to
have my dad for my Master.  There's no finer man than my dad.  He
raised me from a baby by himself. 

We ain't never had too much but dad always saw to it we had
enough to get by and be comfortable.  We had some tight times but we
got through them because we had each other.  None of that mattered,
Ben.  I had more of one thing a lot of kids never get and that was his
love.

That was worth more to me than all the toys I didn't get or great
clothes to wear.  His love was always there.  He's never failed to tell
me he loves me and he's proud of me every day of my life.  He still
does.   It's the last thing he tells me before we go to sleep at night just
in case he forgot during the day.

I grew up with a dad, a close friend, buddy I could come to with
anything and he'd never turn away.   My dad is a  man who cares
enough about me to go against his sexual nature to let me have what I
need so I wouldn't try to ask some biker trash who might hurt me.

I make him sound like superman.  He ain't. Well, that ain't true
neither.  He's every fucking hero you can think of rolled into one; he's
my dad.  Then again, he's human like the rest of us but when it comes
to me,  he's always put me first, before his needs.  He's been a slave to
me all these years, a slave to raising a kid.   Doesn't he deserve to have
his son as his slave putting him first before his needs?"

"I can understand that, Sonny."  Ben Jr. said with a tear in his eye.  I
have to admit to hear Sonny talk about Boots that way made my eyes
water a little.

"Cowboy's been generous enough to share his Master with me and I
can tell you, Ben, as mean and ugly as Master Red might look,  once
you've been his slave for a night he suddenly ain't ugly no more.  In
fact, I find him one of the most attractive men I've ever met."  Sonny
sincerely told Ben Jr.

We reached the stables and started brushing down the horses.  Ben
Jr. threw me a brush.

"I don't understand everything you've told me.  I have a thousand
questions but since you trusted me enough to lay your cards on the
table,  I will too.  I'm turned on by all four of you and my dad, too.  I'm
especially turned on by your Master, Cowboy.  Your dad, too, Sonny.

"What's wrong with you being turned on by us, Ben?" Sonny asked
quietly.

"Well, that would make me a queer, wouldn't it?" 

"Only if you chose to think you're a queer." I shot back to Ben Jr., 
"Worse yet, gay. God, I hate that term. You can be what you choose to
be.  Don't accept thinking of yourself either way.  I certainly don't."  It
took him a minute to digest what I'd told him.  He looked at me and
smiled.

"You're the same age as me, ain't chu', Ben? You ever been with a
man?" I asked him.

"Yeah, I am and no I haven't. If I went with anyone it would be
someone I know and trust like you guys or an older man like your dad
or your Master, Cowboy.  There ain't none around these parts that I
know of and I don't want to go to a city to find one.  That's why I'm still
here on the ranch.  I guess I love my dad too much.  I've been in love
with my old man ever since I can remember.  Is it wrong, Billy, for me
to dream about having sex with my dad?"

"Well, I don't know if it's wrong or not, Ben.  I never let it bother me
when my old man wants to crawl into my ass and tear himself off a big
ole piece of cowboy butt.  Ask Sonny."  I told him laughing.  Sonny had
his arm up across his mouth, laughing his ass off at me talking about
my dad.

"Me, neither." said Sonny, "My old man's fucked me so many times
I've lost count. Well, hell if'n you consider he's been fucking me an
average of three to five times a week since my sixteenth birthday, I'm
twenty-one now, you do the math.

Just when I think he can't get no better the son of a bitch throws a
fuck in my ass that makes me walk like a man with the rickets. I keep
a damn hard-on all the next day every time I have a twing and it
reminds me of him way up there inside me gettin' him some good stuff. 

Then I compliment him and tell him that had to be the best damn
fuck he ever threw in my butt.  He always laughs at me and reminds me
I said that about the last time he fucked me.

My old man's so use to  fucking me it's like riding his bike or driving
a big rig truck.  He knows how to steer, how to keep it nice and steady
on the open road for the good kind a' long ride he likes to take.

He gets the feel and knows when to give it more gas, when to shift
into low and grind the heavy gears to start his rig moving up the hill. 
He starts slowly and I know he's gonna' get us to the top.  He always
does. 

I can feel his motor running hot.  Those fuck'n big hot boots of his
double clutching, gear jamm'n them fucking gears deep in my ass as
we near the crest. I can almost smell the diesel fumes from his body as 
the beast within both driver and my big rig ass feels the relief of
reaching the peak about to happen.  His expert driving has brought his
rig to the apex.   My old man slams it into overdrive to make damn sure
he gets himself and his rig over the top.

His hot, sweaty body, starts vibrating to the same frequency as his
rig; he feels it shudder underneath him as all hell breaks loose in him
and me. He stomps my come trigger with his big, heavy, black boot and
makes me feel like gears and guts, bells and banjos, cabbage graters
and trombones,  are being ripped out of my body through my dick.

I can feel him filling my ass up with his seed, his dad come.  He
pumps into me as his gift for me to make mine; to absorb him within my
gut; to become even more a part of him; to become an extension of
him; his slave; his son.

Then he takes me in his arms and tells me how much he loves me
and how proud of me he is for staying with him over the long haul.  My
old man and me, well,---we've  hauled some ass in our time together.

If you want the short version, my dad  knows how to play my body
like a country fiddle at a barn burning."  Sonny giggled and smiled at
Ben Jr.

"Wait a minute, Sonny!" I interjected, "I thought you told me he
made you whistle like a pig."  I winked at Sonny.

"Oh, that's only to get him in the mood." Sonny laughed.  So did Ben
Jr. who had a wet spot in his levis the size of a silver dollar from
Sonny's hot analogy of his old man as a long haul truck driver. Did it for
me,  I had a bigger wet spot than Ben Jr.  I looked down at it, looked up
to see Ben Jr. smiling at me and winked at him.

"You've had sex with your dad, Cowboy which one, your Uncle Bud
or the dad that raised you?"

"Both.  Uncle Bud was training me to be a slave the last time we
were here."

"Damn! "

"So, obviously I don't think it's wrong but I guess a lot depends on
the father and son. I would never break a confidence, like what you
shared with us but let me ask you this,---what makes you think your old
man wouldn't understand?"

"Oh, God, Cowboy!  You know him, he's all man, the last cowboy.  
He just wouldn't understand.  If I told my dad I even thought I might be
gay, he'd call me a queer and a cocksucker.  He'd personally pack my
shit, throw me out the font gate, lock it, and throw away the key.   I'd
never see my dad again.  I love my old man too much to chance it and
when I tell you I love him, I mean it." 

"That's funny.  I can't understand why you think that about your dad. 
 He didn't call me  queer or a cocksucker this afternoon when I sucked
him off in the pump room."  Ben Jr. looked at me in disbelief, his jaw
dropped and turned stark white. Sonny wasn't expecting me to be so
shockingly open with Ben Jr.   He sucked in air.  Then Sonny broke up
and feigned indignation.

"You no good, rotten, son of a bitch," Sonny went after me laughing,-
-"You mean to tell me you had that hot, good looking, aged piece of
prime, grade-A,  cowboy beef down your throat this afternoon; Ben's
dad?"  Sonny couldn't stop laughing. "Only you, Cowboy!  Only you...."

 Thank God for Sonny.  He was making light of something that might
have been devastating to Ben Jr. and at the same time showed him
how much each of us thought of his dad.  Sonny wanted Ben Jr. to
know Mr. Stafford cranked his motor, too. 

"Sure as hell did," I barked forcefully back to Sonny, "and I gotta'
tell ya', Ben, your old man honored me with some of the best tasting
come I've ever sucked out of a man.  Damn good stuff.  He didn't call
me no cocksucker.

He gave me a big ole hug and a kiss, told me I was a good slave, a
credit to my Master and for me to thank my Master for his gift.  I even
got to pay homage to them big ole boots of his.  Licked them suckers
clean for him, I did."

I looked at Ben as I was talking and winked at him. "My Master
knows I love your old man, Ben; knows I think the world of him, and
gave me to him for his use to say thanks for his hospitality."

"Can I tell you something?" asked Ben Jr

"Let me guess."  Sonny answered without breathing, "You take your
old man's  boots out of his closet and jack off sniff'n 'em and licking
'em clean."  Sonny finished smiling knowingly and raising an eyebrow
at Ben Jr.  Ben Jr. didn't answer, he didn't have to, he was turning beet
red. 

"Ben.  BEN! Cowboy and I've been there, we've done the same damn
thing!  Why do you think my dad's boots are so clean and shiny? You
think he does that himself? Since I was six or seven years old I made
up my mind I was gonna' make damn sure my dad had the cleanest,
best looking pair of boots of any biker riding in our group.

 Why do you think Master Red's boots are clean every day?  That's a
slave's job to take care of his old man's boots.  It also happens to be
one hell of a turn on.  After all these years of cleaning and polishing my
dad's boots I still get a hard-on when I do it.  I've jacked off just sniffing
'em.  His smell mixed with the leather.  Woah!  Now, don't stand there
and tell me you ain't never done that."  Sonny laughed.

Again, Ben Jr. didn't answer but his smile and the blood flow to his
face told Sonny and I all we needed to know.

"Tell us Ben,---" I asked him laughing. "how many times you done
it?"

"I lost count, Cowboy."  he said honestly.  Sonny and I laughed and
patted him on the back.

"See kid, you ain't alone.  You're not the only one to do those things. 
Every man out there that has a need to become a slave to another man
will tell you the same damn thing.  I probably shouldn't have opened up
to you as blatantly as I did,  Ben, 'cause it's not my place to play match
maker between you and your dad, but you wanted to know about me'n
Sonny and we were honest with you.  You have been with us.  Now, we
can pretend this conversation never happened or if we play our cards
right you could be sucking your old man's dick by tonight.

Let me talk to him, Ben.   Don't repeat this but my Uncle Bud was
your dad's slave for six years on the circuit until Mr. Stafford decided
he wanted to get married and have a family.  He loves you, Ben.   He
told Uncle Bud, he's told me, and he's told my Master. 

You're the apple of his eye.  He can't show you much love 'cause
he's like my old man was for years.  He's afraid you'll know his other
side and turn away from him.  His love for you is like no other, Ben.  It
would kill him if you turned away from him.

He didn't let you go to college not because he couldn't afford it or
he needed you here.   He admitted to Uncle Bud and I that was all
fabricated bull shit,  truth was, he called himself 'the most selfish man
on Earth'  'cause he didn't want you to be away from him that long.  He
told us he thought he'd go crazy without you.

He's in love with you too, Ben.   When are the two of you gonna'
wake up and stop wasting the precious time you have with your dad. 
You ain't gonna' have him forever, Ben.  Look how young my Uncle Bud
was when he dropped dead. I never got to tell the man I loved most in
my life, my beloved uncle, my biological father, my Master goodbye and
tell him how much I loved him.  You just never know. 

You could become a slave to that good looking cowboy.  Satisfy
your need to serve your dad like you really want to and the way he'd
love to have you serve him.  He knows about me and Uncle Bud. I don't
know how many times he's said to me he wish't he could have
something with you like I had with Uncle Bud.  He knows Master Red's
my owner.  Your dad owned my uncle many years ago.  My Uncle Bud
still loved your dad as much as ever 'til the day he died.  Trust me, Ben. 
Let me talk to him."

"No, I don't think so.  I'd be too embarrassed."

"Okay, we won't say a word but you have to give me your oath as a
cowboy anything we've shared with you this evening is not to be
repeated."

"I promise as a cowboy this conversation never happened."

"And while you're laying there jacking off alone in your bed tonight
thinking about how good  them big, hot boots of his would taste with
his feet in them, dreaming how his big dick would feel down your throat
and how far you could take him to pleasure him the most,  wondering
how his come might taste, or how it would feel if he was using your ass
like a stallion fucks a mare, getting him some good stuff way up inside
you, the feeling you might experience,  knowing you're giving it up to
him; knowing you're being what he needs; knowing you're pleasuring
your Master; he's giving you what you need by taking from you what he
needs.  You shoot and you're still laying there alone wondering if it
might have been different if you'd only..."  I made Ben Jr. start crying.
Sonny grabbed him and pulled Ben to him.  I went to him and put my
arms around the two of them.

"I'm sorry, Sweetbaby.  That was cruel of me.  We know how afraid
you are but if you'd only trust me it would turn out all right, I promise. 
Why do you think I told you these things about your dad.  In a way, I'm
betraying a man who loves me and thinks the world of me.  I could lose
one of the finest men in my life.  If you come together,  you must not
tell him we shared these things with you.  He would never trust me
again.

I'm willing to gamble the loss of a man I consider next to God, my
Master and my dad in importance to me.  That man is your dad, Ben.
Your dad is a loving and understanding man that wants nothing more
than to hold you in his arms and make a little love to his boy."  About
that time my Master walked up to gather us for dinner.

"Is this only for younger men or can an ugly, old Master get a hug
here...?"  my Master asked joking. Sonny and I parted and made way for
him.  Red surprised the shit out of Sonny and I.  He took Ben Jr. in his
arms, looked him in the eyes, and spoke softly but forcefully to Ben Jr.


"Kiss this Master like you want to be his good slave and please him,
Son.  Show this Master your love."  Sonny and I almost pissed our pants
it was so hot.  We watched as Red moved his mouth slowly toward Ben
Jr.'s.   Something clicked in Ben Jr. and he met Red's kiss.  Red gently
kissed him on the mouth waiting for him to give himself to a Master.

Ben Jr. opened the flood gates.  He started kissing Red gently as
well but felt years of pint up longing boiling up inside him and then
began to kiss my Master with considerable passion. It was a powerfully
emotional moment for Ben Jr.  Tears were running down his face. They
stopped and Red held him tightly like he'd held me so many times,
winked over his shoulder at me and Sonny as we watched Ben Jr.'s
body jerk and spasm in my Master's arms as he came in his Wranglers. 

Ben Jr. was embarrassed to the max.  He knew we all knew what
happened. Red only held him tighter refusing to let him go.  Then he
really started sobbing. Red wasn't about to let the young man go.  He
needed to feel the strength my Master could give him.  We put our arms
around him too and helped my Master calm him.  Told him not to be
ashamed, I'd done the same damn thing when my Master kissed me.
'Course I didn't tell him about my Mick Jagger lips.

"He ain't the only one Ben," spoke Sonny, "fist night I met Master
Red, he gave me a kiss and I dumped my load just like you did.  I was
embarrassed, too. He just laughed with me.  He understood.  He's a fine
Master, Ben. One of the best."

"There, there, Son.  Nothing to fret about.  That's a compliment to a
Master that he's turned you on enough to drop your load in his arms. 
Put aside your embarrassment and think about what it means to me. 
Can you imagine how you made this old man feel?

An ugly old man at that and a young handsome cowboy found me
exciting enough to drop his load while I was holding him in my arms.
Compliments don't get much better'n that, Son.  Made this ugly old man
feel like a king. Felt good having a man hold you while you came, didn't
it?"

"Yes, Sir, Master Red.  It,--- it was wonderful.   Something I've
dreamed about;  came so hard I thought I was gonna' pass out."

"It happens, but I had a' hold of you.  I wouldn't let you go."

"Thank you, Master Red."  Ben Jr. said softly to my Master.  Red let
him go and I hugged Ben and kissed him behind the ear.  Sonny was
next to hug him and buss a kiss on his cheek.

"Welcome to the family, Brother."  Sonny said seriously.

"Now you men get yourselves cleaned up for dinner.  Mrs. Stafford is
about ready."

 We followed my Master toward the house.  Ben Jr. lagged behind
with Sonny and me.

"Okay, Cowboy.   I'll trust you.  After that,---what Master Red did for
me,  I can't go on with like things are.  I'd rather take the chance of
him kicking me out."

"He ain't gonna' kick you out.  Don't worry, you won't be sorry, Ben." 
Sonny comforted him.

I motioned for Red to go on and he smiled.  He knew Sonny and I
was up to something. I motioned them both into a stall.  Watch what I
do and remember it, Ben. It's important.  Sonny you're the Master.  Got
that Ben?  Sonny's playing the part of my Master."

"Uuh-huh" replied Ben.  I fell to my knees in front of Sonny.

"Master, may I have the honor of paying homage to your boots, Sir?"

"Permission granted, slave."  Sonny replied with his voice lowered
an octave.  I tried not to giggle as I kissed each of his boots and found
his hand waiting.  I took it kissed the back and put it to my forehead. 
Sonny responded.

"Rise slave, and show your Master your love."  Sonny was surprised
when I jumped up and kissed him.  He giggled.

"Can you remember that, Ben?  It's simple enough.  Need to see it
again?'

"No, no.  I can remember.  Is that how you greet your Master?"

"Any Master, Ben, almost every time.  Reminds us who we are in
relation to who our Master is and what's expected of us."

"Damn, that's wonderful."  he said with his voice trailing off in
thought.
   
We had another wonderful dinner Mrs. Stafford made.  I thought a lot
of Mrs. Stafford.  She was very much in love with her big cowboy
husband. I never doubted Mr. Stafford was in love with her, too.  He
was gentle with her and constantly showing her affection.
   
Ben Jr. didn't say much through dinner.  He seemed at ease and
would smile at Sonny and me.  He asked where we were going next. 
Red told him we weren't sure.  He told him I had a cowboy buddy in Ten
Sleep, Wyoming I wanted to look up.  Big Ben noticed his son was not
as quiet and seemed to have a glow about him.  He'd never seen his
son look more handsome.

"You feeling all right, Son? You look a little flushed."

"No, I'm okay, Dad.  I'm a bit tired but not exhausted; kind of a good
tired  you might say.  I took care of that stuff you wanted me to do in
the barn today.   Sonny and Cowboy gave me a hand.  We got it done in
no time,---then Cowboy and I rodeoed pretty hard this afternoon. I know
tonight's their last night.  I guess I'm kind of sad to see them go.  I've
enjoyed them being here."

"Your mother and I have too, Son." Big Ben stood up.

"Come here, Son."  Ben Jr. looked puzzled as the big man threw his
arms around his oldest son, the only child he had left living at home,
and hugged. him.

"I love you, boy.  Your mom tells me I don't tell you that enough and
I thought about it today and had to admit, she's right.  Your mother
usually is."

"I love you too, Dad,--- and thanks,  I appreciate you telling me. 
Means a lot, Dad."  Ben Jr. excused himself to go to the restroom.

"That was sweet of you, Ben." said Mrs. Stafford,   "You don't show
that boy enough affection. He needs to know you love him and
appreciate him.  He works his butt off around here to please you.  He
thinks you take him for granted and doesn't think you appreciate him
very much."

"Well, I guess you're right, Sweetheart, but he always seemed to be
the strongest and never seemed to like me hugging or kissing him.  I'll
admit I don't show him much affection.  I just stopped.  I didn't think he
wanted me to.  He's pretty damn independent.  As far as loving him, 
that kid carries my name, Sally.

As parents, we're not supposed to love one kid more'n another, but I
never could help it.   I've always loved him more than the others.  You
know that.  I've been afraid to show too much love to him 'cause I was
afraid he'd misinterpret it and hate me.  Then I felt guilty about the
other kids and overcompensated.  I showered them with love and never
thought  it might upset Ben Jr.  Shit, as I think about it, I guess I failed
him as a father."

"No you haven't, he worships you, Ben.  That's why he's never left
home or gotten married.  Can't you see that?"  Mrs. Stafford surprised
me.  She was a sharp woman. She impressed the four of us, but no one
say a word.  Big Ben shot a glance at me to see my reaction. I just kept
eating my desert.  

Ben Jr. returned to the table and joined us for coffee and dessert. 
Sonny and I began to talk with Ben Jr. about what rodeo's he and his
dad had been to.  He was more at ease than either of us had seen him
since we arrived.  Even Red and Boots commented on it later.

The evening came to an end.  We thanked Mrs. Stafford for another
wonderful meal and thanked Ben for everything.

"You guys gonna' be up for a while?  It's your last night here and I'd
like to hear some of your yarns.   I like to hear Cowboy sound exactly
like his uncle.  How, 'bout it son?  You too tired to join us in the barn?"

"No, Sir, Dad.  Their last night here, I'd love that."

"Yeah, Ben.  We never go to sleep right away.  You and Ben Jr. join
us.   Cowboy tells me you can tell a few, too.  We ain't never got to hear
you tell one."  Ben laughed and told us they'd join us in a little while.

The four of us walked out toward the barn.  It was a beautiful
summer night; full moon.  You could see every star in the heavens. Red
had his arm around my shoulder and was silent.   Boots put his arm
around his handsome son and pulled him up close.

"Now, which one of you's gonna' tell me what you rapscallions have
been up to?"  Boots was every bit as sharp as my old man.  He knew
something was going on.

"Nothing much, Dad.  Master Red figured out what Ben Jr., Cowboy
and me were talking about 'cause he caught us in a group hug.  Then he
hugged and kissed Ben Jr.   Ben Jr. got so turned on by Master Red he
shot in his pants."  Boots started laughing and couldn't stop.  He had us
laughing.

"Is that true, Red?"

"Your kid don't lie, Boots.  I've learned that about him.  I'd trust
anything that comes out of that kid's mouth.  Trust my cowboy, too.  He
ain't never lied to me."

"Well, we've been right all along.  Where's it going from here?" Boots
asked.

"Well, I've learned something else,---let my slave take the lead.  
He's got some folks looking over his shoulder we can't see and they tell
him what to do.  Let's us be well met and tell stories.  I wouldn't be
afraid to hold Sonny close if'n I was you Boots.  I plan to hold my
cowboy while he talks like his uncle.   Except I'm beginning to think he
ain't talking like his uncle so much as that's the way the cowboy's
natural story telling voice is gonna' sound like. It ain't his uncle, it's
him."

We got comfortable and heard Mr. Stafford and Ben Jr. yell up at us.

"You guys up there?"

"Yeah!  You men come on up, sit a spell."  said my Master.  The two
handsome men joined us and unrolled their sleeping bags.  Big Ben kind
of looked at me funny 'cause I was laying with my head up against my
Master's chest.  Boots was propped up against a bail of hay.  Sonny
was laying on his back with his head in his dad's lap.  Boots was absent
mindedly playing with Sonny's hair.

"Had this for a while," Big Ben held up a bottle of Southern Comfort,
"thought I'd bring it out and we can  pass it  around.  Loosen's the story
telling machine." He handed the bottle to Red.

"How'd you know it's my favorite, Ben?'

"It was Bud's favorite."  Mr. Stafford said quietly with respect for the
two men's love for my uncle.  I looked over at Ben Jr. to see if he
picked up on that.  He did and I winked at him. He smiled.

"Good point, Ben.  Good call.  Thanks."  Red took a pull on the bottle
and passed it to Boots.  Masters drink first.  Boots took a pull,
remembered his training and passed it to Big Ben. He took a swig and
passed it to me.  It finally came to Ben Jr. and he didn't know whether
to or not.

"It's okay, Son.  Go ahead.  You're with me.  Your old man will take
care of you."  I was pleased by Mr. Stafford's understanding, protective
statement to Ben Jr.  My Master jabbed me in the back, like, "Did you
hear that?"   Mr. Stafford was sitting with his back to a bail of hay and
Ben Jr. was sitting next to him but not touching.

"Let me say, we've really enjoyed having you men stay with us. 
Boots, Red, Sonny, I've had a good time getting to know you.  I can see
the family resemblance between Bud, Cowboy, you  and Sonny.  Not
looks wise but attitudes and personality.  Wouldn't you say, Red?"

"Definitely.  Just think,  you got three Billy Gunns sitting here.  Two
of 'em are thirds.  That don't happen too often."

"Sonny, " Big Ben continued.  You're a fine young man and your dad
should be proud of you.  You've pitched in to help around here and have
fine manners. You're respectful and courteous.  Couldn't ask for much
more in a kid, Boots."

"I'm kind a' proud of the little shit, Mr. Stafford."

"Awwww..." went Sonny as his dad pinched him.  "Ouch!  Thanks,
Dad! I needed that."  Boots howled with laugher.

"Cowboy?  Tell us a story.  There's something about your story
telling that calms the nerves."

I told a story about Uncle Bud and I when we went fishing one time
on the lake. I'd caught a wide mouth bass, a big one,  and Uncle Bud
was trying to get a net under it.  He lost his balance and we both went
over boat and all.  We almost drowned not because we couldn't swim
but because we were laughing so hard we kept swallowing water.

My Master told a story that was a good spooker; about a phantom
he had seen on a  road in the back roads of southern California. 

Boots told a story about him and Sonny having to get out of a town
real quick 'cause the sheriff's daughter came up pregnant.  She'd taken
a shine to Sonny who had never been with her and told her dad Sonny
was the father.  Boots, Red and I laughed.  So did Sonny. 

Mr. Stafford knew the joke and laughed but didn't comment.  I saw
him watching Ben Jr. closely. By that time Sonny was laying against
his dad's chest and Boots had his arms around him holding him. Red
had his arms around me holding me. It was like it was the most natural
thing for them to do.  Ben passed the Comfort around again and we all
drank.  I could see longing in Mr. Stafford's eyes and the hunger in Ben
Jr.'s eyes.  So close but so far apart.

"Will you tell us about you and your buddies in Nam, Cowboy?"  Mr.
Stafford asked quietly. My Master poked me in the back again in
approval.

"May I tell the full story, Mr. Stafford?" I asked respectfully.

"It's time, Son." he looked me in the eyes as he spoke and I knew
what he meant, "that's why I asked you to tell your story.  That is, if'n it
won't cause you a lot of pain."

"It will always cause me pain, Mr. Stafford, but what my Master has
taught me is to learn to not let the pain get the best of me. It can be
managed like anything else in life."

"You have a fine Master, Cowboy.  I'm glad you brought him to meet
us."

"Thanks, Mr. Stafford,  I think he's pretty special."  I turned to Red
and spoke.

"Will it bother you to hear this story again, Master?"  I asked
concerned for him.

"No, not at all.   I know and you know who owns you, that's all that
matters."  I watched as Ben Jr. wiped away a tear so his dad wouldn't
see.  The old man was sharper than that and watched his son closely
out of the corner of his eye.

I began and left nothing out.  Boots and Sonny were in tears, so
were Mr. Stafford and Ben Jr.  Red was choking back tears.  I wasn't
crying.  I was fine.  I was detached like I was the narrator of a story on
television.  I finally got to the part of Dan Yates,---Buck's dad,  being at
my home when I got back from Nam.  I told of his pain for never having
bridged the gap in loving his son, how Buck had longed to hold his dad
and express his love.  The fears that both expressed to me and their
last night together in Tucson when Buck told his dad,

"Fuck it, Dad.  Kiss me and don't be afraid."

That did it. Big Ben Stafford looked at son, held out his arms to his
son and Ben Jr. was in them in a flash.  They cried together. Mr.
Stafford put his hand under Ben Jr.'s chin, raise his face to look at him,
and kissed him gently on the mouth.  Ben Jr. didn't pull away and
returned his dad's kiss with passion and desire.  Big Ben responded in
kind. We sat there for several minutes not saying a word as Ben Jr.
sobbed his heart out in his old man's arms.  Mr. Stafford was soothing
him and shedding a tear himself from time to time.  Finally he spoke to
his son.

"Think Cowboy was trying to tell us something with that story,
Son?"

"Yes, Sir.  I don't want that to happen to us, Dad.  I love you to damn
much."

"I'm so sorry, Son.   I haven't shown you the love you needed.  I was
a coward.  I was so afraid you'd turn away from me.  I need you son. 
That's the real reason I didn't send you to college.  I couldn't have lived
that long without you by my side.  I would've gone crazy without you. 
You're the light of my days and the stars by night, Son.  I was a stupid
old man.  I thought you knew how much I love you.  Your mother, God
love her, is sharper than I am.  We have Cowboy, Master Red, Boots and
Sonny to thank for getting us to drop our shields."

"I love you so much, Dad, I hurt for you sometime.  For a touch of
your hand or a pat on my back, or your smile when I've pleased you." 
This was making a big impact on Boots and Sonny.  They were
emotionally moved by what they were witnessing.  Boots was clinging
to Sonny like he was a life raft.

"I know how your dad feels, Ben."  Boots spoke to Ben Jr.  "I don't
know if I could go on if some scooter bum took my boy away from me.  
I've been use to loving him for so long  I wouldn't want to try to find
somebody else to love.  I haven't been able to give him what he needs. 
I haven't made him my slave for that reason. With Cowboy's and Master
Red's help I think I'm coming around to see the light.  Seeing you two
come together tonight makes me think---"  Boots didn't finish, he shook
his head.

Ben passed the Comfort around again and I was beginning to feel it. 
He stood to take the bottle from Boots to take a swig.  He sat on the
bail of hay they'd been leaning against and sat there for a minute
before passing the bottle to me. He was looking down at his son.  Ben
Jr. was looking me straight in the eyes.  I snapped my fingers at him
and pointed to his dad's boots.  He was on his knees in an instant
looking only at his dad's big cowboy boots.

"Sir, may I have the honor to pay homage to your boots, Master." 
The old man got choked up and smiled at me knowingly.

"Permission granted, slave."  Ben Jr. lovingly kissed and licked his
dad's boots.  He found his dad's hand waiting for him.  He kissed the
back and placed it to his forehead.

"Rise my handsome slave and show your Master your love."   That
kid kissed that old man like you wouldn't believe.   Red started
clapping, then Boots, Sonny and I joined him.

"Well done, young man."  my Master complimented Ben Jr.

"Thank you, Master Red.  If it hadn't been for you, Cowboy, Sonny
and his dad I would never have been honest with my dad.  I love you all
for helping me."

"That goes double for me, Gentlemen." said Mr. Stafford, "You're
welcome here anytime."

Red ordered me off with my clothes and Boots did the same with
Sonny.  I noticed that Boots didn't start taking his clothes off right
away anymore.  He waited until Sonny finished, knelt at his dad's boots
and ask if he might help him undress.  Boots, in a controlled voice
would tell him, "Permission granted, slave."  The way he said it made
me think, "My Master's good.  He is making Boots into a Master.  

I was through undressing and saw Ben Jr. whisper something to his
dad.  Big Ben smiled real big. 

"Well, son, can't do no harm to ask.  Just remember, he's a Master, 
don't forget your manners."  Ben Jr. walked over to my Master and
knelt in front of him.

"Master Red,---to show you my appreciation, Sir, may I have the
honor of paying homage to your boots?"

"Well done, young man.  You ask any Master including your dad that
politely and I promise you'll generally get what you request.  You have
my permission, Son."  Ben Jr. was on his knees before Red's big biker
boots and didn't just kiss them he started in cleaning them.  My Master
knew he needed what he was doing and why.  He finished cleaning both
of my Master's boots.   Red told him he was satisfied with his cleaning
and put his hand down for Ben Jr.  He took it and kissed the back and
placed it to his forehead.  My Master spoke softly to him.  

"Come to my arms, good slave and show me your love."  Red was
sitting on a bail of hay and Ben Jr. raised up still on his knees to my
Master's arms. My Master was welcoming a new slave into the world of
man-sex.  After their kiss, Ben Jr. thanked my Master and me for
everything.
 
"Come, Son, get your clothes off."  Mr. Stafford spoke to his
handsome son,   "We're gonna' put our sleeping bags together, your old
man's gonna' hold you close and make a little love to you. We've got us
some lovin' to do to make up for lost time."  His new Master led him
gently to their bed, lay down with his son and began to make love to
him. 

That night Ben Jr. got to taste his dad's dick for the first time and if
the sounds were any indication of success, Ben Jr. did a good job of
pleasuring his dad.  He also got to taste his dad's come. He took to
cock sucking like a native.  He had his dad off in no time and was
begging for more. Later he told me it was exactly as I said, wonderful.

I quietly requested permission from my Master to undress him. He
gave me permission and watched me until I got down to his leather
pants and boots.  I knew he wanted to keep those on.  He was going to
use me.

"You are one hell of a man, Cowboy." my Master said softly as he
held me in those big, tattooed arms of his. "You may be my slave, and a
damn good one, too, but Darlin' slave, you're every inch a man.  I'm
proud to have you ride by my side, Son.  You've made this life worth
while for me.  No matter how much time we have left together it don't
get much better'n this, Cowboy."  

My Master kissed me so tenderly and with such strength, I though I
was gonna' lose it. Suddenly, I became aware that my asshole was
spasming in anticipation of penetration by Master Red's sizable shaft.  
It began doing something it had never done before.  It started dripping
a fluid.  I move my hand around to feel.  Sure enough it was my ass's on
lubricating fluids.  I laughed a little.

"What's funny, Son."   I took his big hand and placed it on my butt."

"Feel my hole with you fingers, Master."  I felt him gently feel back
there and the next thing I knew his finger slipped in.  I grabbed him
tight.

"What's causing that?  Did you all ready lube your ass?"

"You know better than that, Master.  I wouldn't do that.  What if you
wanted to dry fuck me like you've done many times. I got to thinking
about you penetrating me, my ass went crazy in anticipation and it
started dripping."

"I'll be damned.    Well, slave, what are we going to do about that?"

"Red," I didn't use 'Master' for emphasis, "never doubt that I love
you with all my heart and respect you as my Master but please
consider,  your slave needs something from his Master right this minute
that only he can take from me.  I'm humbly asking you to consider, Sir,
it can't wait."  

He didn't even ask what it was.  Red looked deep in my eyes and
knew my need.  My Master snapped his fingers and I was on a bail of
hay in the position as fast as I could.  Master Red didn't even check to
see if I was lubed properly.  I didn't want him to.  I wanted him to take
me, use me, make me come with him, my Master, my beast, my love.
Red took me so hard it knocked the breath out of me. I said in a normal
voice.

"Don't wait for the argument to stop, Master.  Tonight it's your ass
and won't argue with the man that owns it. Master, please, Sir.  Take it
away from me, Sir.  It's there for your use, your pleasure, all you want,
Sir, take it away from me.  I love you so damn much my beautiful,
magnificent beast;---make your slave remember how good and hard you
took it away from him.  

When your slave hits a bump in the road tomorrow,  he'll look to his
Master and smile. The pain shooting through this slave's ass will
remind him who owns him and why.  Please, Sir, fuck me hard, now." 
Red didn't wait for my ass to stop arguing with his dick.  He started
fucking me with hard deep strokes.  It hurt like a motherfucker.

He knew it too but his slave wouldn't have ask him for it if he
couldn't handle it and he was damn sure gonna' see his slave got what
he needed.  It was exactly what I needed and what I wanted to feel. I
needed my Master to take me viciously and savagely.  At one point the
fog of pain lifted and I was working my butt hard to meet each of his
ass ripping, animal thrust.  I began babbling not caring who might here
us. 

"Oh, thank you, Master!  Oh, Master Red, you are the best of
Master's to give your slave what he needs. 

 Red knew exactly what his slave needed and he was working my
ass hard.  He knew he'd get his pound of flesh after he once opened me
up.  The first few minutes he was going to make as rough, hard, and
painful as he knew his slave requested.  He knew his slave only too
well.  His slave needed this occasionally from his beast of a Master. He
hadn't fucked me that hard and viciously since our sex war games. 
Something in me missed that and needed to feel it at that moment.   

Once again my magnificent beast of a Master was taking it away
from me, taking it away as only he could, his own unique way of
satisfying his primal urge and I couldn't have loved him more. Red
didn't miss a stroke he was fucking me so hard I had to hold on to the
end of the bail of hay to keep from being fucked off our platform.

I was transported to that place I wasn't conscious of anything
around. All I could concentrate on was making sure my beloved Master
had the best entry possible to my slave ass for his pleasure.  He was
my Master, my owner, my love.  He had the right to take it away from
me and he was using his property to it's fullest.

I wasn't aware the others had gathered around to watch. I would
have been even more turned on if I'd known.  Ben Stafford sat on a bail
of hay not far from us and motioned for Ben Jr. to sit in his lap.  He
rapped his big hand around Ben Jr's. all ready hard dick and started
slowly jacking him off.

Ben Jr. was fascinated by Red fucking me so viciously and me
begging him for more.  This was like a new world to him and he couldn't
soak it up fast enough.  His dad felt so good slowly jacking Ben Jr.
dick. He leaned back into his dad and let out a  relaxed sigh, turned his
head up to Big Ben and kissed him.

My Master braced himself with both hands on either side of the hay
bail.  I threw my arms around his back and began to pull myself to him
as tightly as I could.  Red knew what I was doing.  We'd done it many
times before.  Red locked his arms in place so I was completely off the
bail of hay.

My feet were locked around his waist, I was clinging tightly to his
chest, and I was riding his big dick like it was a  piston on a Harley. It
was just the right position  for him to fuck me the hardest he possibly
could.  He and I knew,  that when I took that position there was no
turning back.

He warned me again and again.  Never take that position unless you
know you can ride me to the end.  He was not kidding with his warning. 
We both knew I was ready.  In one fast movement he moved his hands
from the hay bail to lock them around my back so he could lift my angle
of entry to a forty-five degree.  He had me literally bouncing off the
base of his cock with each stroke he took.  I felt like the rubber ball
attached to a long rubber string on a 'bolo bat.'

 I could hear a couple of unbelieving exclamations from our
audience but didn't break my concentration to ride my beast. I could
see out of the corner of my eye Ben Jr. was mesmerized that Red was
fucking me that hard and more astonishing to him, I was loving every
minute of it.  Finally, my Master growled at me that he was near.  He
was going to take it away from me.
 
Big Ben was working his son's dick pretty hard when my Master
signaled  he couldn't hold it no more and for me to shoot after him.  I
felt Master Red start emptying into me but he didn't stop his savage
onslaught into my ass.  My ass was trying to bite his raging cock off as
I shot six feet over my head to the ooohs and ahhhhs from Ben Jr. and
Senior.

Sonny's mouth was open and Boots couldn't believe what he'd just
witnessed.  Ben Jr. leaned back harder against his old man and shot so
hard some landed on me and Master Red.  Boots had followed Big Ben's
lead and was jacking Sonny's dick.  He shot right after Ben Jr. and
some of his come landed on us. Red was still hooked up to me and
laying on top, panting, listening to me babble on and on about how my
Master gave his slave what he needed. "Thank you, Master Red, for
being such a good and understanding Master and allowing me to
come."

Red did something he usually didn't do. He raised up, found my
mouth and kissed me so gently and passionately tears came to my
eyes.  He was rootin' around in me at the same time enjoying a little
more of his slave's ass. Ben Jr. and Sonny were speechless.  Sonny had
never seen man-sex that rough but he knew, somehow, he had to get
that from his dad.  His dick wouldn't go down even after shooting a
heavy load.

"Get over there and clean them up, Son." Big Ben snapped his
fingers and pointed to us. "Use your tongue.  That's a good boy."

"You get over there and help him, slave." Boots barked at Sonny. 
"Some of that spunk's yours."  They were both on us licking and
cleaning.  Ben Jr. was licking my Master's leathers and Sonny was
licking me.

My Master was still rootin' around in my ass, fucking me and I was
in a state of bliss.  I couldn't have been more drained, felt more needed,
more wanted, more loved than I was at that moment.  I couldn't feel a
greater love for my beast and brothers.  I suddenly realized what
Beauty knew all along.  Magnificent beast's give the best fucks.

     I was sorry to leave the Stafford's.  I wondered if I would see
them again.  I had a warm feeling in my heart 'cause everything worked
out between Big Ben and Ben Jr. They spent the night in the barn.  Big
Ben didn't let his son go all night.  Ben Jr. thought he'd died and gone
to heaven.

Ben Jr. became his dad's boot and sex slave.  Mrs. Stafford couldn't
believe the difference in the love Ben showed for Ben Jr. and how
polite and thoughtful Ben Jr. had become. Not only to Ben but to her as
well.  His mother only had to mention some chore and Ben Jr. was
doing it for her.  Ben Jr. seemed to be much more comfortable around
his dad and happy with his dad's efforts to show him more love.

His dad would come to the barn to help his son in his chores.  There
were no barriers between them anymore.  He'd stop, grab his son, pull
him to his big chest, look him in the eyes and say to him,

"I love you so much, Son.  I need you as much as I love you.  Show
your Master your love, Son." And then big Ben would kiss Ben Jr. and
hold him tight.  Many times Ben Jr. would do as he had with Master
Red.  He'd drop his load in his dad's arms.  It only made his dad love
him more.

Mrs. Stafford never knew what was going on between them but she
was happy for the new affection they had for each other.  She came to
love Ben Jr. all the more. I sometimes wondered about how much Mrs.
Stafford knew.  That lady was no dummy.  She was a devoted wife,
mother and grandmother.  She knew her kids.  She knew her husband.

Ben Jr. showed only respect and love for his dad and worked all the
harder to please him. Until he became his slave big Ben sort of took his
son for granted because Ben Jr. did so much for his dad without
complaint.  Big Ben discovered the treasure he had in his own boy.
Then Ben Jr. reaped the rewards of being a faithful son.   His dad
became his loving Master.   Ben Jr. no longer had to love alone.

 Mrs. Stafford died about six years after he and his dad became
Master and slave. Big Ben grieved for his wife for almost a year and
then one evening, over dinner, he ordered his slave to move his shit to
his room.   His slave would share his bed from then on. 

They're still together today.  Of course, Ben's gotten a little older
but's still an active man.  Active enough to keep his slave fucked
regularly, have his slave suck him off once or twice a day, take his piss
and keep his hole clean. Then, too, I can't remember seeing so much as
a speck of dust or dirt on the big man's boots.

Ben Jr. obeys his Master without question.  The kid loves his
Master.    He shared with me he didn't think too much about big Ben
being his dad anymore.  His dad that he knew before,  sort of died that
evening he knelt in front of his Master and paid homage to his boots. He
accepts big Ben as his Master and that's how he thinks of him today.  
His slave couldn't be more loved or happier. Today when big Ben calls
Ben Jr."Son," his kid knows his Master damn well means it.
     

End of Chapter 18~ Booger Red & Cowboy
Copyright2003 Waddie Greywolf