From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: Becoming a Man
Date: 25 Mar 1998 00:00:00 GMT

Carny lived in the whorehouse. He didn't know who his mother was. But the lady
who ran the house acted like one. Maime had inherited him when he was a baby
and took care of him like any mother would.
She made him go to school until the teacher and mothers of the other students
demanded he leave. So everyday, he sat with Maime and read books, did
ciphering and learned.
At times he spent time with some of the customers, learning about whatever
work they did, sales, inventory control, ranching, trading and far away
places.
Maime called him Carny because he was the son of some traveling carnival man
who one of the girls fell for. And despite the usual precautions, she got
pregnant and died during childbirth.
Carny wasn't pampered. He had to work. He helped keep the house clean and
supplies stored for each nights batch of customers and the party that happened
on weekends.
He wasn't dumb. Just like farm kids seeing animals have sex, he learned about
sex by what went on in the house.
As he grew older, he got curious enough to sneak peeks at the girls and men in
their rooms. That was easy to do since the floor above, the rooms next to his
and the floor below were filled with sexual activity.
Maime caught him once and whalloped him..not for trying to learn about sex but
for being sneaky.
He sat in a room that night with Clara and Wilson watching them strip naked
and make love. Clara didn't mind and Wilson seemed to like the fact that
someone was watching him be a stud.
Wilson, the son of the blacksmith was pretty muscular. His youth and hard work
in his dad's business combined to make him so attractive the girls competed
for his business..some would have sex for free..a welcomed relief from the
usual older men that came to the house.
Carny watched and enjoyed what he saw. When Maime had him describe what he
saw, Carny talked mostly about Wilson.
How his body had two lines of muscles down his backbone that gradually formed
into his buttocks. The amount of sweat that Wilson created screwing Clara. How
hard his dick looked and how smooth his chest and stomach was. The muscles on
his stomach were fascinating and how many times he was able to orgasm
impressed Carny as well.
Maime listened quietly and nodded. Perhaps it was Carny's age. Or perhaps it
was a sign of Carny's future. But she didn't criticize him, she just listened.
Carny continued to grow, learn, masturbate and fantasize as he did so.
He didn't tell Maime or anyone else about the image of Wilson that remained
imbedded in his mind when he rubbed himself.
"Carny, big weekend coming. Get the tub out" Maime yelled at him.
That meant the cattle herders were nearby. Riding and sleeping out in the
plains with thousands of smelly cattle, they would escape into town for baths,
beds, booze and sex.
And Maime's house usually became a focus point for their fun. She even had
some of the girls share rooms. And Carny too had to give up his room for the
weekend, sleeping on a couch or cot.
But Carny didn't mind all that. He had his own work to do..and that primarily
consisted of carrying bucket after bucket of water to the fires out back and
then bring the hot water to the back portch where three bathing tubs were.
Dirty, dusty grimy cowboys would strip down and soak in these tubs one after
the other. So Carny's already muscular arms and shoulders were tested with
each hour of carrying buckets.
"Can I set up something?" he asked Maime who said "sure honey" without knowing
what he had in mind.
"What the hell is that?" she stared and yelled for Carny.
He proudly demonstrated the invention. Mack, the house's helper was at the
fires in the back and poured heated water into the troff. It flowed the ten
feet into the back portch and spilled into the tubs.
Maime was amazed..and Carny's reputation began. He still had to cart water
from the pump to the stove, but after that it flowed into the tubs.
The cowboys called it "running water" just like they saw in Kansas City or San
Francisco. And patted Carny's back for his invention. 
Carny had time to be more friendly with the cowboys, since he still had to
empty the tubs, give them towels and help them in other ways.
Maime sat Carny down after that weekend.
"Honey, it's time I did something special for you" she said "You like those
cowboys don't you? Just like you liked Wilson?" 
Carny blushed. Somehow this woman who acted like his mother had gotten into
his head, his dreams and his fantasies.
"You try something and see if you like it. If so, ok. nobody will care. If
not, then you know it's just something you're going through".
Carny felt confused but said his usual "Yes, Maam."
In the middle of the week as he was refining his bathouse inventions to
include tub draining and other ways to make his work easier, Maime yelled at
him.
"This here is Ken Mack. He needs a bath and some special attention" she said
introducing Carny to a young cowboy. "He's from the herd coming through this
weekend"
Carny led the cowboy to the back portch. Once naked, Mack stepped into the hot
tub of water. Carny realized the man was actually close to his age. He was
smooth and almost as muscular as Wilson.
"You got to go somewhere?" Ken asked Carny as he soaked.
Carny shook his head and stayed to talk.
Mack was with the herd as Maime said. His dad owned the cattle actually and he
was told to come to town and make arrangements for the cowboys that would be
invading the upcoming weekend.
Carny felt something in his stomach that made him realize the sight of this
cowboy would now be part of his private fantasies.
"Want me to help" he asked as Mack was reaching around to wash his back.
He used a brush at first then his hands to wash the cowboy. His hands trembled
as he touched the man. He soaped and felt the muscles that stretched across
his back.
Ken reached around and pulled Carny's hands around to his chest. Carny
continued to soap and feel the man.
They talked about Mack's work on the plains, the herding and Ken's desires to
leave his Dad's ranch. He wanted to go to school out West. And he had made a
deal with his Dad that if he worked this year, it would happen. 
"You have great hands" Ken said to Carny.
He moved in the tub till he was on his knees. "Here's I'll do this" he said as
he began to wash his round buttocks.
"It's ok" Carny said trying to act like it was just a part of his job. His
hands moved across the young cowboy's buttock, thighs and then he moved to the
front.
"You sure?" Ken asked looking into Carny's blushed face.
Carny didn't say anything but moved his soapy hands to the mans private area.
He felt like one of the girls in the house.....but he didn't care. This cowboy
would be gone soon and he'd have this real experience to think about. 
The flesh sac felt like his own..but it was larger. His cock which got hard as
Carny soaped it, was curved upward. He knew he wanted to do something else
with it..but didn't know.
"Sorry about that..but you have great hands" Ken said as he sat back in the
water to hide his excitement.
"Uh, guess it's not as good as the girls here" Carny stammered.
"I wouldn't know. My Dad will be thrilled I came here" Ken said.
He stood naked as Carny poured buckets of water over him rinsing him off. He
could have let the cowboy stand under the latest invention he made..the
automatic rinser that poured water from a wooded trough above their heads. But
he wanted to do it himself.
"You here all the time? With all those girls?" Ken asked.
Carny told him a bit about his story as he helped dry the young mans body.
"Great....if I show up here, can we have a drink or something?"
-
"Carny," Maime called him to dinner. Around the table were some of the girls,
Maime and Ken Mack. He had returned from his chores and accepted Maime's
invitation. Carny sat at the only empty chair next to Mack and enjoyed the
talk and company. He especially liked the feeling of the young cowboy's thigh
against him during dinner. Fortunatley there were so many at the table this
was inescapable.
-
"Where you staying boy?" Maime asked him.
"Hell you can stay here tonight" she said after hearing him talk about the
hotel being full.
"Stay with Carny tonight" she said.
-
Carny wondered why the boy wouldn't stay with one of the girls, but he was
thrilled to have someone near his own age there for a change.
The room was small..and felt smaller with two young men in it. Ken stripped
totally naked saying he wanted to rack early.
Carny stripped nude too.....and they were beside each other in Carny's bed.
"I hope you don't mind" Ken said....knowing that the bed was so small his body
couldn't avoid being against Carny's.
-
Carny turned over to face the boy. "I've been thinking about you since the
other day" he said.
"Me too" Ken said putting his hand on the boy's face.
And they kissed like Carny had seen the women and customers kiss. He felt
Ken's hands all over him..and imagined he was in the tub now and ken was
soaping him as he had done.
The feeling of Ken's cock in his hands and Ken's hand on his cock made him so
excited that he released his juices quickly.
-
"How did you two sleep?" Maime asked in the morning. She always got up early
while the girls slept. And she often made breakfast for herself and Carny.
That morning she made it for Ken too.
-
"Great" Ken said devouring the stack of hotcakes. 
"Carny?" Maime asked.
He was embarassed. Somehow she knew about him, she knew what he and the cowboy
did last night. She knew everything.
"It's ok honey" she said and sent a shock of warmth through Carny's body.
"Some men are like all those clumsy men who come here at night" she said as
Maime sat next to him on the back portch. "Others are like you and Kenny" she
said putting an arm around his shoulders.
"Don't worry about it....this is what matters" she waved towards the bath
inventions he had created.
The weekend came and Carny was working hard. As Ken predicted this bunch of
rowdy cowboys was one of the largest and noisiest they had encountered.
"You did great kid," Maime said to him. "Better clean up and go to bed"
She had kept his room for him and Carny was grateful. He was tired, sore and
ached to sleep despite the noises from the other rooms that surrounded him.
The room was dark except for the kerosene lamp that glowed in a corner.
"I hoped you come up soon" the voice from the dark said.
Carny stopped in his tracks.
"Hell my Dad thinks I'm here with the whores like everyone else. He'll be so
proud of me" Ken as his open arms welcomed Carny into the bed..and the two
slept.
By the time Carny stumbled down to breakfast he had made love to the man three
times.
"You look like you're a customer" Honey, the cook said to him.
Ken had slipped out earlier and joined his fellow cowboys...getting kidded for
what they thought he had done that night.
"Guess the old man will make you a boss now" they said.
The cowboys ate food like hungry cattle and slowly left to go to town. Ken
stayed behind saying he had to settle up for them.
After paying Maime a huge amount of cash for the entire group he found Carny
out back.
"Ever think about going to California?"
The herd moved on and Carny knew two things about himself. He was indeed like
those "other men" Maime had described and he was in love.
Two weeks later he saw the horse approaching and tried to see who it was. The
rider wasn't dressed like the usual cowboys. But he wasn't dressed like a
business man either.
It was Ken Mack on his way to California to go to school as his Dad promised.
The rest of the week found the two young men sleeping together, riding out
into the hills and Carny spending time instructing Honey how the bath
inventions worked.
She would have to instruct whoever took over his duties.
Maime cried, the girls pampered him. Carny even got offered some special times
with them as a "going away" gift. 
"Girl you ain't got what he likes. Ask Kenny" one of the other girls said and
everyone giggled as Carny blushed.
Kenny squeezed his thigh.
He got on his new horse beside Ken's and the two left the house where Carny
was born, taught, raised and grown.
A new life awaited them, school, work, inventions, love and each other.
Maime had done her job well.
Carny was now a man...a real man.