Date: Thu, 26 Sep 2013 17:16:11 -0700
From: odanny dannyo <odannyoh@hotmail.com>
Subject: be careful who you train and for what

This story is fictional,,, (Nana always said, "I never lie, but I never
tell a dull story) it involves a teen and an older man,,, well many older
men,, if that offends you..... DELETE THIS NOW I found this story without
an authors name so I reworked it, kinda tweaked it.*Stranded with a Cowboy

How would you like to be stranded at the tender age of thirteen without a
cent in some godforsaken berg in the Texas Panhandle? It was summer
vacation and my parents had given me permission and enough money to travel
to Dallas and work for my uncle who has a hardware store. My first trip
away from family and home dang, if I didn't feel all kinds of grown up. I
was going by bus, stopping here and there and taking my time as I was more
interested in seeing the country than working for my uncle. In fact, I
didn't even write to tell him I was coming. I don't know if my folks had
told him or not, they were always into some kind of surprise. Could be my
birthday or maybe just a bucket of cold water over my head.

Then the bus stopped in this little town and I'll be god-damned if some
son-of-a-bitch didn't try to steal my wallet containing not only every cent
I had, but the rest of my bus ticket as well. He actually didn't try, he
did.

I told the local sheriff and he put me up for the night at his place. After
a stern lecture about traveling at my age without a parent. He said he
would give them a call and let them know I was ok but, I begged him not to
because they would just put me back on the bus and bring me home.Not very
grown up, for me I thought. In the morning he gave me breakfast and called
a friend of his who has a diner and gas station about forty miles out of
town. The guy happened to be coming in that day and said he would pick me
up and let me work for him as fry cook and bus boy until I earned enough to
get to Dallas. I didn't want to wire home or my uncle as I'd never be
allowed to do anything on my own again if they found out.

The guy turned out to be a very tall, very slender ex-cowboy who saved his
money and at the age of twenty-five had opened this place on the truck
route to Houston. Since my wages were only twenty dollars a week with room
and board, I figured I'd have to work at least three weeks for my fare and
enough money so I wouldn't be broke when I did get to my uncle's place.

I started working as soon as we got back; but the job was hard and the heat
there in June was horrific. When we closed up at 10 p.m. I was dead
tired. I just took off everything but my shorts which were really sticking
to me with sweat and threw myself into the double bed I was supposed to
share with him.Sleeping with someone wasn't an issue, when we had more
company than bedsI was either sleeping with a cousin or uncle or family
friend.

I was falling asleep when he came in and I half opened an eye to watch him
undress. Very slowly, like he did everything else, he stepped out of his
cowboy boots, peeled off his plaid shirt and with a little difficulty
pulled down the skin-tight Levis he wore. Underneath he had on an old
ragged gray-looking athletic supporter which he threw alongside the
Levis. His chest was covered in short black hair forming a V which ended at
his belly button.

This may sound funny to you but I had never seen a foreskin before. All the
guys I had seen naked (which were only a few in PE class or down at the
swimming hole) were circumcised. That prick of his looked so big, and it
looked like it had a weird hooded cover over the head of it. It didn't just
dangle down like mine and the other cocks I've seen, but sort of bent out
like a half hard-on even when limp which it was now. He got into bed, and
for the first time said something about one other thing that my job
required during the day. That was all the conversation we had until
now. "Son, if you are as tired as you look you better lay on your belly."

"But I always sleep on my side, Sir!"

"Well, you can sleep anyway you want later, but for now you better turn
over!"

"What do you mean - for now?"

"Why, while you get your cute little ass fucked, course," he said as I felt
my underpants being yanked down.

"You can't touch me. I'll tell the sheriff if you try anything!"

My asshole had never been touched except by me when I wiped or
washed. Assholes were for shitting, just plain and simple. It did flash
though my mind that I always thought peckers were just for pissing but that
wasn't so, I had discovered earlier this year. Well I didn't discover it
myself, I had heard the older guys talking about pushin their peckers into
pussies or stroking themselves up and down till they came, there was always
the hand movements when they talked about jerkin off, so I guess I kind of
figured I try it, I had been getting hard-ons for awhile, never when I was
thinking directly about it, it just seemed to happen, always in the morning
when I woke up, but after I pissed it stayed down for awhile. So for the
longest time when I got hard I would just go piss and that was that.But I
must admit that after listening to the older guys I started rubbing it up
and down like I saw them showing off to the other guys when they talked
about it. I very quickly learned how good it did feel, and if I did it long
enough, stuff would happen, I would tingle and shake and get this wonderful
feeling and then I would just be limp.  I heard also from the older guys
about shooting a load but that never happened to me.One time I did look at
my asshole with a mirror that my mother had, you know a round one and on
one side the image was kind of regular and on the other side everything
looked bigger. I had used the regular side first and then the larger
side. It was all pink and wrinkled and that was it, it was just there. Well
that's not all that's true, one time I got really perved out and I watched
one time as I shit, and how the hole opened and the turd came out. I mean
the turd was so big my hole just opened up for it though.  I just knew I'd
be split wide open if he tried to put that giant piece of meat into me.  My
shit was never that big.  The only thing I could think of was to make him
get that tingling feeling like I got and then he would go limp like I did
and fall asleep. maybe he would even cum like the older guys said the came,
and then it would be over. If he did get limp and his pecker got soft then
he wouldn't want it in my asshole.  I grabbed his pecker and started
jacking it off.  All the time I beat on his pecker he would be moaning and
then he was putting his finger in my hole, it did hurt but I knew what
could be the consequences if I made him stop.. that monster dick instead of
his finger, he was finger fucking me like crazy to get it opened up enough,
I guess.  But playing with it didn't seem to interest him at all as he just
kept jabbing one long finger and finally two in my now kind of twitching
asshole. My hole just kind of held on to his finger as he pulled it back
out of me, if his fingers actually slipped out of my hole it felt strange,
maybe even empty. But no way was he going to "fuck" me, as he put it.

Then, more from panic than passion, I made a quick decision.  I had never
sucked or even thought of sucking anyone off, the older guys said some of
their girlfriends did that for them but they were girls, it never crossed
my mind that a mouth was a mouth.  the only alternative to getting that
pecker jammed into my hole, was to make him get that feeling before he
fucked me. .  His cock was so big around that I had a hard time getting it
into my mouth.  I didn't have time to get sick at the thought of having a
guy's cock down my throat.  I just started sucking wildly and he threw
himself back on the bed, wrapped those hairy legs around my head and soon I
felt four long, hard spurts of cum into my mouth.  I coughed and nearly
gagged but I wasn't allowed to move away from him until I had taken every
drop.

I thought THAT must be cumming. He fell to the side of me and seemed to
just pass out, I only got limp when I got that feeling but then I never
squirted anything either. He was passed out but he was smiling like he was
content or something.

When I awoke the next morning he was after my little smooth round ass
again.

When he saw me open my eyes he said, "All right.  I guess you're too tight
to take eight inches yet so we'll have to give you more of the same opening
training like last night.  Now here's your breakfast."  And with that the
big fat dick was stuck balls-deep into my face again.  I struggled but he
only took it out for a minute and that was just to slap me hard across the
face with it and tell me to "take that pecker to the hair or else!"

I plunged that stiff pecker into my stinging thirteen-year-old face and
sucked for all I was worth.  That was the biggest fucking breakfast I've
ever had!  I thought he would never stop cumming and all the while he was
probing at my asshole and finger fucking me. I had a bonner and was playing
with it as this was all happening, there was some kind of connection
between his finger, my hole and my stuffed mouth.The connection seemed
pleasurable, by the last shot he gave me I had that tingle I got when I
played with my own pecker before.

He turned to face me and with a smile he explained that servicing his
pecker was going to be my main chore while earning my money and that he
would be patient with me until I could be screwed.  (What he really meant
was, until he could drive that huge cock up my ass.) We dressed and my
pecker was still hard, he saw it and smiled. No talk as usual, justthat
smile, like he was pleased about something. We went into the kitchen and
had breakfast, He didn't talk at all, I was used to that part of him by
now.He went to the storage room and came back with a carrot and a smile. He
told me to stand on the table with my back to him. I couldn't think of
why. But then he took down my pants and worked a medium-sized carrot
covered with Crisco up my fanny.  It was bigger than his fingers and I had
to work all day with it up there.  Actually it didn't hurt a great deal but
it really starting tickling after a few hours.  Before dinner he asked me
how it felt and when I told him, and for some reason I told him the truth,
and down came my pants again, the carrot came out and a really big carrot
went back up there.  A little while later he was watching me for a long
time as I sat wiggling in my chair trying to make it feel good to me, and
he said, "You're coming along real nice, boy.  You have any idea how far
you got to go?"

"No sir!" I said.

He brought out a ruler, opened his fly, pulled out his cock as he called
it, and told me to measure it.  It was four-and-a-half inches soft.  "Now
get it hard and we'll see what your goal is."

I really felt humiliated kneeling on the floor of that kitchen with a
carrot up my young ass and sucking on a cowboy more than ten years my
senior who had eight hard inches of prong jutting out of a pair of faded
jeans.  When I saw that it measured a little over eight inches I pretty
nearly passed out.  I sat for the rest of the evening thinking of what it
would feel like, as now it was pretty clear that large cock was going into
me some time real soon, and definitely before I left the diner to continue
my trip. I knew by now that there was no escaping getting fucked by that
huge covered thing eventually.  Then I noticed how the big carrot had
stopped hurting and even felt good when I moved in certain positions.

The next day after breakfast (sucking on his prick until he "fed" me his
"specialty of the house"), he put me face-down on the kitchen table, yanked
my jeans and down, (now he was not allowing me to wear any underwear at
all) then he pulled the cheeks of my ass far apart and worked a good-sized
cucumber with some Crisco on it, up into me until I thought I would scream
I know it wasn't all up inside me, it was bigger than his "cock" and when I
reached behind to feel of it I could feel about 5 inches of it sticking out
of my hole.

Actually it was more from the humiliation of having this big man fumbling
with my asshole than from pain as I learned not to get all tense about it
that it didn't hurt very much.  I felt like a baby spread out to be
powdered and diapered like that on the table.  I didn't have to work that
day.  He did what I was supposed to do as it was a slow day.

My job for that day was to just stay there in the kitchen on the table bare
ass naked and every time he got a spare moment he'd get the cucumber, which
rested in my butt, and it would be turned a few times or he pulled it out
and pushed it in, or a few times he would grab that vegetable and actually
fuck me in the ass with it.

Before dinner he walked around to the front where my head was, reached over
myback and started shoving the cucumber in and out of me.  For some reason
I got so excited at the sight of his bulging Levis in my face that I pulled
the top button to the left and with one pull I undid the entire crotch open
and sank my face into his crotch where I sucked on each ball and finally
both. Even the hair on his balls had no effect on me all of a sudden there
was something I wanted, no NEEDED, CRAVED, that tube of meat that belonged
to him alone. I guess that was when he knew (and I did too by then) that I
was ready for the rest of the deal.  He picked me up like I was a play toy
and carried me upstairs to "our" room.

There I was on my belly, spread-eagled on the big bed with my face in the
pillow.  As he peeled off his clothes, I knew what was coming.  I knew I
was going to have eight inches of cowboy cock fucking my not so little
anymore hole, (well, virgin to everything except his carrots and a few
cucumbers). I waited to feel his hairy chest on my back but instead what I
felt was his unshaven face between my ass cheeks. Scratching the insides of
my butt crack.

At first I didn't realize what was happening and then I looked back and saw
this big horse-cocked cowboy licking, and tonguing, and sucking on my pink
wrinkled asshole.  I nearly went crazy from the sensation.  He held my legs
so I couldn't escape his long tongue as it darted in and out of where he
was going to shove his cock. He pushed my knees with his elbows wider and
wider apart.He licked up and down the crack and after at least thirty
minutes of that I couldn't have told you where or who I was, he moved away
and I almost cried tears, then there was another kind of wetness there, I
knew what it was, I pray it was what I now wanted more than the air I was
sucking in between my teeth. I felt the firmness of his now uncovered cock
head, my hole still open I suspect from the cucumber, but this was
different, I could feel the roundness of the head and then that space that
came just after the head, it seemed a long shaft was being eased into my
hole, if there was pain I wasn't aware of it, I had a picture of his cock
sliding in my hole, the picture was as clear as any on paper. Oh, how I
wanted this to happen! What had come over me? I don't think I even cared,
at my tender age I knew the reason for my birth. I was fucked good and hard
and long.  It didn't hurt nearly like I thought it would.  His meat felt
red hot but kind of good too, moving in and out of me and after a few
minutes in spite of myself I was screaming, "IT'S GOOD, IT'S GOOD! move
slower there is a part of me in there that you touch that makes my pecker
twinge, it makes me tingle, yeah right there, slow, slow, push yourself
down so that your entire cock rubs it. Are you going to cum in there? Will
I feel it hot and thick like on my tongue? I can feel your cock bobbing
like before you cum in my mouth... you're doing it, huh? I feel it, its
hotter than your cock.  Let me feel your hot cream in me, man!  I want my
hole full of you!"

When he came he sunk his teeth into my shoulder I don't know how I did it
but I had moved around off my belly and was facing him, his look was what I
was feeling inside me. He bit and sucked my neck, it hurt wonderfully. I
thought of kissing him and didn't. He began to play with my balls.  I had
already experienced that high and waited for that limp feeling I always got
and it didn't come.  Somehow I knew there was more, my heart was pleading
for MORE. More of what was unclear, but MORE! After hat I got my cock
sucked by him, is this what he felt when I was trying to swallow him? No
wonder he always had that smile when he was done filling my gullet. He took
my five inches and my balls too all at once.  I came in about three
minutes, I actually came, I felt cum real cum spuirting through my piss
hole. It felt so fucking wild.  We were at it all night long that first
night he fucked me.  He sucked on my tits, armpits, thighs, belly and feet
until I was beside myself.  I lost rack of how many times I came I was
making up for all those times when it was just a tingle He sucked me,
chewed me and sucked some more, till I was swollen and puffy.

I never did go to Dallas. I called home and told them I had a real job, to
let my uncle know I would not be there.  I was with him all summer although
my duties were increased.  The first time a really good looking cowboy came
in, I pleaded with my cowboy to let me at least suck on him. My cowboy told
me. "Not yet, I will have to do some work on the counter first."My cowboy
took the front counter apart and rebuilt it so that there was a two foot
space in the middle of it. Conveniently just at stool level. The first
couple of times I just looked at the cowboy 501's crotch and it was getting
too hard to bare. One night business was slow, my cowboy went to the door
and locked it and turned down the lights, the two cowboys at the counter
looked stunned and I got a pat on my butt giving me permission to eat. And
eat I did, at first the cowboy-trucker on the right didn't know what was
going on, then he spied my head bobbing up and down. The trucker undid his
jeans and pushed them to his ankles his skin was sheet white but his cock
was blood red. I finished my first quickly, more quickly that I wanted to
but the cowboy just popped to fast, so it was on to the one on the right,
oh he was more than ready. Neither one of them was as big as I might have
wanted but they were hot, stiff and I knew full of juices.My cowboy undid
my shorts, it was all I was allowed to wear lately, not even a shirt. I
felt something kind of cold hit my hole and I knew it what mayonnaise from
the fridge, then that feeling that I lived for, only now I had control of
my hole, I opened it and gave him entry, more like I created a vacuum and
sucked it up into me. I got real good at working my inner hole muscles to
the point that I was almost in charge of my cowboy's load.Every time a
good-looking cowboy came in for gas or a meal I would suck his cock,
sometimes my cowboy even fucked them while I was sucking. I must admit I
didn't like that, though I never told my cowboy that but he figured it
out. I guess maybe because after he fucked the cowboy or trucker I would
make him fuck me. Some nights it was hard for him to get it up, so I would
suck on him till he was hard, sometimes while holding the last guys cum in
my mouth. I would wait tilll the last dick left the first time I did it was
after my cowboy shot his load, he was almost collapsed on his stool, I
walked the customer to the door after climbing through the space in the
counter, kissed the customer on the cheek and stark naked showed him the
door. My cowboy's eyes were wide open watching my teen ass from behind. My
cowboy had spun around on the stool and I walked over to him, climbed up on
his naked lap with it's limp dick and all, I sat there snuggling up to him
wiggling my ass it did not rise to the occasion so I leaned back and opened
my mouth to show him the hot load I had saved.'Where's that from?" and I
pointed to the locked door. With a mouthful of cum I mumbled this is going
to be the lube you use now to fuck me. I thought I felt a twitch in his
dick against my ass. I slide down his thighs and knelt before him, his dick
now clearly on the rise I sucked it into my cum filled mouth and he was
rock hard. I let the spent load wash down his shaft and I climbed on it. It
took him the better part of an hour before he filled my hole with his
cum."LISTEN TO ME!" I demanded, "When ever you fuck I always get fucked,
either by you or the last customer." "I broke that hole in and it is always
mine." "I'm not a toy, and one way or another I will get fucked." I
whispered in his ear as I bounced up and down on his now throbbing
cock. "You know what else I want? I want you to kiss me, you have never
done that and I want a kiss!"I pulled back and opened my lips and leaned in
against his. I kissed him with as much tongue as I could get into his
mouth.We tongue dueled and I pulled off his lips, and said"Does the cum on
my tongue taste better than when you suck mine out of me?" "You FUCKER, you
mean I am eating that cowboys cum? We never made any deal like that." "We
never made any DEAL. Not for nothing. But if I don't get fucked by you
EVERY night, I'll be making some deals somewhere." "OH GOD, I'M CUMMING" he
screamed. There was more in him tonight than I think I ever had from him
before. As he erupted I slid off him and took what was left coming out of
his cock. Back into his lap for another kiss, "How does your's taste?" "Not
as good as your's but better than his. Climb up on that counter on your
knees back to me." He buried his face up against my hole and sucked his cum
from it. "Don't swallow it all, my cowboy, I want a kiss with your mouth
full of your cum." When I thought he was done cleaning me out I spun around
and sucked his mouth dry. "This is not the way it was supposed to work when
I hired you." "You want to fire me?" He flipped me on my back and sucked me
off.  It wasn't long before the word was out that there was a cute
thirteen-year-old who couldn't be fucked but who sucked prick and
swallowed, and I was having nine or ten visitors a day by the time it was
end of summer and I was supposed to be going home again.

Well fuck man, would you have gone to Dallas to stay with your uncle or
stayed at a diner where you made $20.00 a week plus tips for "tips"? I
caught a ride home with one of the truckers and it took us two days longer
for me to get home. My cowboy is still MY COWBOY, and I see him as often as
I can, he says he never plays with anyone other than me, and I believe
it.Personally I never made or will I ever make that statement to him


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