Date: Wed, 17 Oct 2007 18:32:04 -0700
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@earthlink.net>
Subject: Other Little House 23

Chapter 23
Going to Town


Complaining that he was starving because all I'd given him for supper
the night before was money, Brent led me to the outhouse. During our
morning routine I told Brent that I wanted to go to town so that we could
register the land and buy some things I wanted for the house. Brent
thought that was a good idea and said we'd leave right after breakfast
because it took all day to get to town. Brent hurried down to the barn to
care for the stock and open the pasture gates so they could take care of
themselves while we were gone.

By the time Brent got back to the house I had a big breakfast ready for
us. I was dressed and had clothes laid out for him (it seemed pretty odd
to be wearing clothes, I liked running around nude) and enough food
packed for the trip to make a good dinner, and supper if necessary. We
ate quickly and while I was cleaning up the kitchen Brent moved the deer
carcass to the spring house to stay cool while it aged and then washed up
and got dressed.

We carried the food and travel bedding down to the barn and I helped
Brent saddle the horses (Brent had roughly patched my saddle back
together for me, which got him kissed) and hitch his two big Missouri
mules to the farm wagon. Now, I need to tell you a little about these
mules. It wasn't that they scared me spitless or anything like that you
understand. It's just that they scared me spitless. For those of you who
have never personally met a Missouri mule, you've got a real treat
coming. Bigger than your average, or even big horse, they've got a
rough, short, stiff coat of hair that pretty much stays dirty and a
peculiar sort of odor. Not really an unpleasant odor, but not nice like a
horse's. Their hooves are the size of wooden water buckets and a mule
doesn't even need a reason to kick you, He'll do it just because he
could.

At the other end of a mule is a set of ears that hear EVERYTHING and a
set of teeth that are minimally less dangerous than the mules hooves. Add
to his a set of front feet that the mule will happily use to stand on
your foot or to stomp you into the ground and you have a foul tempered,
sneaky, evil intentioned beast that is entirely too smart for anyone's
good. Like I said, I just love mules...

I went into the pen with the mule Brent called Beau and started to get
his harness ready. As soon as I turned my back (whoever said that I was
smart?), Beau tried to sink his teeth into my shoulder. Luckily I saw him
moving in out of the corner of my eye. I had a leather strap in my hand
and rounded on Beau before he could get a hold of me. Scared, and pissed
off for being scared, I whaled on Beau with that strap until he and I
came to an understanding. I understood that I didn't like him and he
understood that I wasn't as big as Brent or nearly as big as him, but
that I had a plum awful temper.

I finished getting the harness laid out and Beau just pretty much stayed
on his side of the pen. I got the halter and bridle on him with a minimum
of fuss, but when I went to put the collar on him he reared his head up
to where I couldn't reach it and when I tried to pull his head down he
tried to bite me again. I dropped the collar and grabbed his ear in both
my hands and twisted it like I was trying to make rope. Once I had his
attention I stuck his ear in my mouth and bit down hard. He flinched at
that and I growled at him to let him know I'd bite his damn ear off if
he pulled anything. I pulled his head down until I could reach the collar
and managed to get it over his head and seated in place. Once the collar
was on him I tied him up short to the fence. After that I was able to get
the hames and pull-lines and other tack in place without too much trouble
until I went to put the crupper strap under his tail, at which point he
tried to kick me out of the pen. I came back at him with that strap and
pretty much managed to get his attention.

Now, for you animal rights folks out there, if this seems pretty brutal,
you're right. I had an awful set of scrapes and bruises by the time I
had that mule harnessed. Well, I finally managed to get the rest of the
harness on that mule and untied him and turned to lead him out of the pen
so I could hook him up to the wagon. That's when I saw Brent sitting on
the fence next to the gate.

"I see you've learned how to talk to a mule," he said with a grin on
his face.

I started to sputter and Brent just jumped down off the fence and opened
the gate. Laughing, he led the way to the wagon where the mare mule was
already hitched up. Brent got Beau's traces attached and I hooked up the
single tree with very little fuss. We put the food and bedding in the
wagon and Brent tied the reins off to the brake lever after releasing it.
We mounted up on our horses and walked them out of the barn and through
the barn yard just as the sun was coming up full behind the horizon.
Without any fuss, the mules followed us and we all headed for town.

Just before noon we came up to a lone tree standing in the middle of all
that high grass. Brent said that we'd stop there for our dinner break.
Dancer was horsing at Blackhawk and he seemed pretty eager so we took all
the tack off the horses and turned them loose. Blackhawk immediately
proceeded to make sure Dancer was as pregnant as she could get. Brent put
his arm around my shoulder and I put my arm around his waist and we
watched the horses until they were done. We dropped the bridles off the
mules and put on their feedbags with a good feed of clean oats. I spread
one of the blankets in the shade of the tree and Brent got the food out
of the wagon. There was a small spring fed pond next to the tree and I
got a pail full of clear, cold water to go with our food.

When I got back to the blanket, Brent was taking the last of his clothes
off. He looked so comfortable (good an excuse as any) that I soon joined
him. We ate pretty lightly and then lay on the blanket in the dappled
sunlight just enjoying life and being together.

Brent broke the spell by asking me if I was going to buy a new saddle for
Dancer. I said that I thought I probably ought to, because the Spanish
saddle really was too big for her. Brent agreed and said he wanted to
show me why I ought to pick a low cantle (just then becoming popular with
working cowboys), padded saddle. On hands and knees we moved over to
Blackhawk's saddle and Brent laid me belly-down across the padded seat
with my butt stuck up in the air. My legs were sill on the blanket, but
my head and chest were laying in the fresh smelling grass. He sat on my
behind and I felt his long ballsack roll across my back as he leaned
forward to gather a hank of green hay on either side of my head. He tied
the two hanks of grass behind my neck, sort of pining me in place. He
repeated the process with each of my wrists, tying my arms out to my
sides about forty-five degrees from my head.

Brent moved back and pushed my knees apart so he could kneel between my
legs. Using his knees, he forced my legs wide apart until I was spread
before him. Looking back over my shoulder, I watched Brent's entranced
face. With a look of rapt amazement on his face, Brent tentatively
reached forward and traced the curve of my buttock and thigh with his
fingertips, touching me so lightly I had trouble not flinching away from
the tickley feeling. Resting his spread open hand and part of his weight
on my mid-thigh, Brent repeated the action with his other hand on my
opposite buttock and thigh.

Tracing back and forth over my upper legs and exposed buttocks with his
bare hands, Brent's breathing became more forceful and erratic, his
hands began to tremble and to focus more and more on my smooth behind. As
his palms began to sweat, they started adhering slightly to my skin and
jittering across the rounded surfaces causing the deeper tissues to
jiggle and respond to his touch. Several times I felt wafts of cool air
entering my cleft.

Flickering his eyes up to me, as though for permission and assurance,
Brent started using more pressure, moving the muscle masses and feeling
the texture and resilience of the deeper muscles. Probing deeply with his
fingertips brought a deep moan from me as I first clenched my butt
muscles forcing him back and then relaxed completely before him,
welcoming his unrestricted exploration. Massaging deeply, Brent began
moving the globes of my ass around as he pulled and pushed, testing and
learning all there was to know about my hind end.

When he finally began to explore the depths of my crack I was unable to
hold still any longer and began to push back against his manipulations,
tensing my belly against the quilted leather seat of the saddle as I
lifted my butt higher and higher into the air before Brent. The more I
exposed myself the more intense Brent seemed to become. His hands moved
less and less until all they were doing was holding my cheeks apart to
expose the maximum pink panorama to Brent's avid gaze. All the pink
surfaces seemed to guide his vision to the pulsing, pursing, eager young
man pussy that was so completely exposed.

With an eager sigh, Brent gave up trying to be cool and nuzzled his face
in to the smooth crack, a half-days growth of beard prickling the tender
flesh so that I jerked away from the intrusion in reflex only to push
back even harder against his warm face. Wallowing his face around and
around in the spread crevice, inhaling deeply of the healthy scent of
active young man, Brent seemed to go wild as he clamped my buttocks in
his hands and began to run his face all over the inner surfaces of my
responsive bottom. Nipping and lip-pulling turned the exposed flesh from
light pink to blood warmed rose. Brent's humid breath seemed to act as a
catalyst, releasing ever more warmth and scent, both of which constantly
enlivened both our libidos to ever higher states of alertness and
eagerness.

Tentatively, Brent's tongue touched my moist pucker, which trembled in
response to the indecisive quest. It took every bit of willpower
remaining to me to hold still while I waited for Brent to decide what to
do next. Seconds that seemed like hours and quarter-seconds that seemed
like days passed as I held my breath and prayed for my lover to complete
the act. His head lifted and broadly his tongue swiped from just behind
my ballsack up and up and across the gaping, buckling anus. As the sharp
tongue tip crossed the hole from lip to further lip it suddenly reversed
direction and dove deeply into the palpating cavity.

Bellowing and thrashing my head back and forth on the ground, I arched in
every direction I could to open myself more completely to the muscular
invader twisting inside my guts.

Brent pulled back and, releasing his deathgrip on my buttcheeks, used one
hand to slap my butt hard enough to raise a handprint.

"Hush! You're yelling loud enough to bring people all the way from
town!"

"Oh, my God. Oh, my God." I moaned over and over. "Please do me some
more Brent. Do my ass, Brent!" I was starting to yell at him, demand of
him that he not take me this high and then leave me.

Rearing up over me, Brent moved forward and laid his weight down on top
of me. The bulky weight of his cock filling my ass groove and pushing
hard against the hole that was trying to reach up and engulf it from the
center outwards. Twisting another hank of the living grass, Brent stuffed
my mouth full of the sweet greenness to gag and quiet me. Laying his full
weight on my back and chest he slapped my cheek over and over until my
eyes quit rolling and he finally had my attention.

"Hush! You be hush now! I'll make love to you but only if you are very
quiet. Make too much noise or tear any of your bonds loose and I stop
making love to you. Immediately! I'm going to do whatever I want to you
and you're going to take it or I'll blister your bottom and make you go
without any loving for the rest of the week. Do you understand?" When I
just rolled my eyes at him he reached back and swatted my buttcheek were
it swelled out from under his loins.

"Do you understand!?" he demanded.

The whites of my wide-spread eyes showing, I nodded my head and moaned a
pleading sound, begging him to continue what he had begun. To not leave
me suffering like this.

Finally nodding his head, Brent brushed my cheek with his lips, giving me
but the slightest of kisses until his lips reached the lower edge of my
jaw and his long hot tongue reached out and curled around my chin and up
into the corner of my mouth. Moving his head down, Brent delved into my
mouth just long enough to make sure the grass was packed in firmly. The
questing, tickling tongue tip wetted my lips and then cleaned out my
nares ever so thoroughly. Swiping up across my nose he bathed my eyes
with warm saliva until I was quieted down and breathing evenly. From the
corner of my eye his tongue stealthily crossed my cheek to the upper rim
of my ear.

Lips nibbling and tongue questing, he followed the rim of my ear all the
way around until he sucked the lobe into his mouth and began to chew and
suck on the flexible cartilage. I began to moan in satisfaction again and
Brent reached back and swatted the side of my asscheek again, biting down
on my earlobe until I was quiet once again. Once he had me completely
under his control again he released his grip on my earlobe and began
cleaning behind my ear with the broad part of his tongue, his licking
cleaning up the musk wax behind my ears and driving me crazy with lust.
Being tied down by the frail grass bonds and my lovers demands as he
stimulated me like this was making me crazy. I wanted to yell and scream
and thrash around but had to hold myself absolutely still. Brent was
defining his mastery over me and driving me to heights of sensation I'd
never experienced before at the same time.

His tongue traced the groove in the shell of my ear and, as he reached
the open bay of my ear funnel, the wiggling tip of his questing tongue
delved into that small entry into my body, sealing out the sounds of
nature with saliva and the sharply pointed tip of his extended tongue.
The sensations overpowered me as his lips completely surrounded the neat
shell shape of my external ear as he tried to fuck my brains with his
mouth cock. Heaving below him, I tried to grab his swollen butt plunger
with the cheeks of my ass. He released my ear and grabbed the nape of my
neck between his perfect teeth. Pushing down with his loins, forcing the
thick log of his tumescence hard against my palpating anus he reached
back and swatted my ass. Hard. And again And a third time, even harder.
Shaking my body with his teeth between swats until I submitted. Trembling
and whining with need.

Once I was under his control again he swatted my buttcheek one last time
and bit hard into my neck to make sure I understood the rules. I was not
to move without his permission. I was bound with grass and his dominance.

He released his tooth hold on my neck and licked the bite marks over and
over, making sure that I felt good and was not hurt. The area he covered
spread as he sought more of the salty taste he seemed to crave. The more
he tasted of me, the more he seemed to want. Licking my shoulders and
upper back with broad swipes repeatedly until my sweat was replaced with
his saliva. His loins lurched into me as he discovered the funky smell of
the sparse fine blond hairs in my armpits and twisted his head and body
to force his face deep into the exposed hollow. The tickling sensation
almost drove me crazy and Brent had to take the muscle webbing in his
teeth and thrash his head around several times to get me back under
control.

Lifting my chest with his forehead he wormed his head under me and worked
my nipple over. Sucking and twisting and biting at it until it was
swollen and pointed, sticking out from my hard chest like an Utah butte.
Twisting his body across mine, he flipped my other side up and soon had
me moaning uncontrollably as he teased my right teat until it was even
larger than he'd gotten the left one. Working back and forth, with
frequent pauses to work over my armpits, pulling out what little hair I
had there with his teeth, he soon had both my teats so frazzled that all
he had to do was blow a little air across them to light me off into a
near orgasm.

Leaving me panting in need, Brent lifted off my body, making a sucking
sound as his belly lifted off my sweaty back. He walked around me out
into the grass. Standing where I had a sideways view of him, his swollen
organ arching strongly from his black furred groin, he put his hands up
to shade his eyes and surveyed the horizon. As my body quaked with
reaction to his loving, it seemed like all I could see was him. Brent. My
lover. His body outshining the beautiful nature surrounding us. Making
even the sun seem dull in comparison. He spread his feet apart and a
formidable stream of male water erupted from him and splattered into the
grass before him. His performing this simple, natural act before me
without the slightest embarrassment or hesitation totally entranced me.
All I could do was watch the yellow stream pour out of him and wish I
were closer to him and allowed to cradle his working organ and care for
it for him with all the love in my heart.

Clenching and surging from his asshole forward, he spurted out the last
of his stream like a pasture fed stallion. Without the slightest
hesitation he stepped back from his wet spot and, with one last look
around the horizon, walked back over to me and knelt down before my face.
Holding my lips back with one hand, he used the other to pull the wad of
grass from my mouth and then lifted his still swollen organ and plugged
it into my mouth. I sucked like a starving babe as he sealed my lips
around the supple thickness of his faucet and stripped the last of his
piss into my hungry mouth. Giving himself a last shake, he pulled the
broad helmet out of my mouth with a loud slurp and replaced the wheaten
gag before I could protest my loss.

He leaned over and gave my cheek a little kiss before walking on his
knees back around behind me. Crouching over me on all fours he didn't
touch me at all except for his fluffed up organ that swung against my
butt once as he took his new position.  I felt shaded from the hot sun by
his broad, muscular body. I felt the body heat radiating from his flushed
skin as it seemed to burn into my back. I felt slow droplets of his sweat
splatter across my back as they dropped through the void that separated
us. I felt like I was going to rip my stranded bonds out of the earth and
attack him bodily if he DIDN'T FUCKING DO SOMETHING!

"You are so beautiful," began a litany from my heated companion. "You
look magnificent stretched out like that. Helpless. Spread out and
helpless and there for me to use. I can use you any way I want. I can
lick you, taste you. Or fuck you or spank your ass. I can piss on you or
just get up and walk away," he bemusedly talked to himself.

I thought, `You just pissed out all you had, and you just try walking
away. Just try it! I'll be all over the top of you like a bobcat on a
fieldmouse and we'll see who's butt gets fucked!'

Reaching back with one hand to caress my buttcheek, Brent continued his
soliloquy, "Yeah. Spank this smooth ass until it's bright red and hot
for my big dick to fuck it. Or just fucking that tight hole of yours
until you spurt all over my saddle. And then make you lick up every bit
of the mess you make with your hands tied behind your back. Or lay across
your back and cock fuck your sweet throat while I taste that delicious
looking ass of yours. Or maybe I should tie your ankles behind your neck
and fuck you like a sun heated watermelon."

The more he rambled on, fondling my body with that big, work-hardened
hand of his, the more my imagination followed along with his until I was
laying there trembling as I whined and whimpered my lust to him.

Sliding his hand under my belly to hold me up, Brent began licking the
sweat off my back and sides with broad swipes of his tongue. He seemed to
be investigating every muscle and bone and skin pore in my back, delving
into the grooves and rolling over the ridges with the pebbled surface of
his broad tongue. The lubrication of our mixed sweat was replaced with
his thick saliva everywhere he went as his tongue worked its way across
the hard surfaces of my back. Sometimes, as he would dip to get a special
taste of something, one of the tits protruding from his brawny pectoral
muscles would scrape across my back, tantalizing me and making his tit
even more rigid.

As he continued to move around, rubbing his tits across my back, on
purpose it seemed, his movement caused his very swollen cock to flop
against me several times. I found this almost intolerable, my fired up
libido causing me to jerk around, trying to make the contact firmer and
longer lasting. This caused Brent to bite me several more times to get me
under control. Once he took the long muscle running from my shoulder to
the middle of my back in his teeth so hard I thought he might be drawing
blood. He held me like that and spanked my ass until my whimpering and
tears convinced him that I'd be a good boy and do as I was told.

Once I had acquiesced, Brent continued licking down across the small of
my back, rubbing his face across my kidneys and nibbling at my
goose-bumped skin until he reached the small patch of fine hairs at the
base of my spine. Twining his tongue around the almost invisible hairs
seemed to question the change from my glabrous smoothness. Making up his
mind, Brent began to pluck the hairs out by the roots, one by one. His
teeth seeming to automatically know how hard they could nip down on my
fragile tendrils without cutting them in half. With each sharp pull of
his head, Brent's tongue would massage away the pain and lift the next
hair to be summarily removed. This continued until Brent's tongue told
him that the diminutive patch was just as smooth and hairless as the rest
of my back.

Suspiciously, Brent spread my buttocks with his hands and carefully
scrutinized the previously hidden skin. Sure enough, his eyes spotted
sunlight glinting off the few blond hairs surrounding my anus. Snuffling
down into the crack, Brent made sure I was still clean (though sweaty)
after his early morning washing that followed my bowel movement.
Reassured, his lips and teeth and tongue made quick work of plucking out
the few hairs I'd managed to grow down there.

The broad surface of the pebbled surface spread across the now hairless
surfaces and lapped back and forth, searching for any tiny stray hair
that might have survived the toothsome plucking. Every surface the
questing tongue crossed was slick smooth except for the wrinkled mouth
that was pulsing and grabbing at the laboring tube of taste bud sheathed
muscle. As my tight hole became more active, gaping and grasping for more
sensation, the trailing tongue-tip began to flutter across the pooching
nethermouth with each heated pass.

Brent became more and more intense and out of control as my butt
automatically lifted to present itself to his ministrations. His hands
clenched around my now multicolored buttocks even harder, spreading me
further open as the roughness of his bristly half-days growth of beard
and the smoothness of his tongue and lips wallowed back and forth, up and
down all over the open channel that led to my exposed circle of pleasure.
Aggressive. Panting. Hungry for me, Brent drove his stiffened tongue
through my sphincter and deep within me. I lurched and screamed, the
grass gag blocking most of the sound from my collapsing lungs as an
uncontrolled orgasm ripped through my body, dimming my vision as I saw
Blackhawk arching over Dancers back and felt Brent lifting to cover me.
The nose of his weeping, throbbing erection touched my anus as I felt his
heated flesh drop onto my back.  His teeth fastened onto the nape of my
neck as flaming heat from his cock penetrated me to the depths of my
soul.

Orgasm blossomed into a pyrotechnic flower within my brain as I arched my
back and lifted onto my toetips, forcing my bottom into Brent's groin as
he ground his pubic hair into my tender, sensitized flesh. My front end
held in place by the wheaten bonds and the teeth gnashing against the
muscles in the back of my neck. My back end strained to provide maximum
access to the male beast on my back. Without any sort of human
sophistication, Brent was breeding me. Fucking me with his massive cock
and straining, pounding body. I could feel the corded muscles of his
sweat lubricated chest and belly sliding across the equally hard and
corded muscles of my equally sweaty back as he worked his engorged and
vein traced male organ in the time honored rhythm of the beast with two
backs. My asshole felt every veined ridge and curved striation as I was
pumped and pumped and pumped.  My guts were being churned by the
widespread cockhead and broad shaft as his patch of curls and swinging,
bouncing balls stimulated my external presentation.

I stared at Dancer and she stared at me as our stallions began to pump us
full of their heated male seed.

I rode in the wagon, sitting on my bedding the rest of the way to town.
My bottom too tender to tolerate Dancers prancing excitement.

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