Date: Thu, 16 Apr 2015 19:49:12 -0700
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@earthlink.net>
Subject: Cowboys on Roundup (Revised)

Please Repost this to "Prolific Authors". Necessary and important changes
have been made.  Jon


Cowboys on Roundup

Jon Hold

jonhold@Earthlink.net

M/t oral anal cowboy relationships


He'd been on his own since his parents died of the cholera. One way and
another he'd managed to survive, but had grown up kind of wild. Most of the
hands, and all of the bosses, from the foreman right up to the big boss
himself, figured the boy wasn't long for the world. He was going to get
stupid around the wrong person and be dead. None-the-less, everyone liked
him. He was a hard and willing worker who had an infectious eagerness in
everything he did.

The kid showed up on the doorstep of the main house just a few days before
roundup was to start. He said he was 18 and good hands were always welcome
at roundup time. He accepted the fifteen dollars a month and found that he
was offered and told to get set up in the bunkhouse and then to look up
Craig, the foreman.

Right from the beginning there was something between the foreman and his
new hand. Craig was more than twice the kids age and a beefy, even stocky
looking next to the whippet-lean kid. The new hand seemed to always be
within easy calling distance of Craig, and eager as a puppy to do the older
man's bidding. It got to the point where the other hands were, in a teasing
way, giving Craig a hard time about "the new puppy dog" he was training. Or
about his personal servant, or any number of other things they could think
up to give the boss a hard time. The kid took it all in good grace and just
quietly went about his work, part of which he considered being available
any time Craig needed anything.

The big cattle push was a maze of dust and dirt and lowing cattle, runaway
calves, brush-wise cows and belligerent bulls. By the time the main part of
the branding, castrating and dehorning were done everyone had seen,
smelled, tasted, and been walked on by about all the cattle they could
handle. Most of the hands were paid and told to be back in three weeks time
for the cattle drive to Kansas City. Only a few hands were asked to stick
around to help find and deal with the last of the stragglers.

Craig wasn't really surprised when the kid ended up being one of those that
stayed the distance. By then it just seemed natural for the kid to be
waiting down by the barn with both horses ready to go when Craig came out
of the cookhouse. Craig assigned everyone into teams of two and sent the
teams to different parts of the open range to find any stray stock, brand
it and herd it back to the main corrals. Everyone took it for granted when
the last two men to be assigned were Craig and the kid and that they just
naturally made a pair.

They didn't see much the first day and they camped out near a small spring
that supplied just enough water for a pot of coffee and a little quick
clean-up. The kid came up with a pretty good meal with the fixin's he'd
caged off of Cookie. After eating his fill Craig leaned back against his
saddle and let out a loud and satisfied belch. "That was pretty good,
Kid. You can cook for me anytime."

The younger man just smiled bashfully and continued to clean the dinner
dishes. The quiet and peacefulness joined with the crackling of the fire
and the clear spread of starlit sky and both cowboys slept the peace of the
honest worker.

Early the next morning they got to the roughly gullied scrubland they were
supposed to search. Craig had held back the worst part of the pasture range
for himself. The kid never said a word about how hard the day was. He just
kept plugging and earned his pay.

That night they settled down next to the remains of an old log cabin where
there was good feed and a nice stream for the stock to water at. Both
cowboys were tired from a hard day, but excited with accomplishment as
well. They had gathered over forty stray cows with their calves and were
pretty proud of themselves. After dinner Craig said, "Come on, Boy," and
led the way to the rock bound pond that fed the stream below. A small
waterfall at each end let the water in and out of the pond. The days heat
was still radiating from the rocks and the water was still sun warmed.

Pulling his boots off on a flat rock, Craig jumped into the deep pond,
clothes and all. The kid was feeling pretty frisky and quickly followed the
older man into the water. They both removed their clothes one piece at a
time and scrubbed them on the rocks with the bar soap Craig had brought
along. Soon the rocks were colorfully garnished with bits and pieces of
cowboy clothing. Dark denim and brightly colored shirts with worn-out
stockings lending grace notes. There was a conspicuous absence of
underclothing.

Both could swim and they thoroughly enjoyed themselves in various mock
battles. The kid was strong and fast while Craig was slower, but very, very
powerful. All in all, they were pretty evenly matched.

Finally calling a truce, Craig led the way to shallow water and the bar of
homemade soap. Older man signaled younger to turn around and then used the
soap to wash the kid down very much as if he were a prize colt. Gently
talking all the time like he would to calm a colt, Craig talked to the kid
about how he could get along with the other hands better and how to handle
himself in different circumstances. The kid listened attentively, and
enjoyed being handled and petted just as much as a house cat would. He
responded to Craig's slightest direction, even to the point of quickly
spreading his legs so Craig could finish washing his ass and up between his
legs.

Reaching between the kids legs with his soapy hand, Craig washed the boys
balls just like he would a colts, and just like a colt, the kid spread his
legs further and backed into the man giving him so much pleasure. Craig
laughed and swatted the boys butt before turning him around. Craig had the
boy duck under the water and helped him rinse off.

Craig gave the kid's frontside a good washing. When he peeled back the kids
foreskin and started washing the head of the boys dick the kid threw his
arms around the older stud, buried his face in the mans well-muscled
shoulder and almost immediately started shooting his spooge all over
himself, Craig and Craig's hand. Craig just held the boy to keep him from
falling while he milked the last of the kids load. Cowboys sometimes helped
each other but the kid had always bathed alone and shyly hid his body from
the other cowboys. The kid sure didn't have a problem with Craig
though. His cock was as slim as he was, but a good solid six inches
long. Young as he was he never lost his hardon, no matter how hard his
orgasm shook him.

Once he'd recovered enough so he could trust his legs to hold him up, the
kid picked up the bar of soap and started to return the favor to the older
cowboy. Taking his time he washed and carefully inspected every square inch
of the man's powerful body. When he worked his way back up the thickly
haired legs, Craig bent over and, supporting himself with his hands on a
big rock, spread his legs wide, opening him self completely to the boy.

The kids fingers just about fell into Craig's soft hole. Stroking the mans
soapy back to calm him, the kid soon had three fingers working the puffy
hole over but good as his cock lurched and dripped slime in a steady
stream.

Craig backed up some, panting with lust he ordered, "That's it boy! Now get
your cock in there and work that hole over good. You need to crack a nut or
you're going to explode."

The kid was so horny he didn't even hesitate. He jumped on the Foreman's
back and sunk his dick all the way home in one move. Craig moaned and the
kid started fucking him like a dog gone crazy. Thirty seconds later it was
all over and the kid was laying on Craig's back trying to catch his breath.

"Come on, Kid," Craig said as he stood up, sliding the younger cowboy off
his back and out of his ass. "Let's get you out of this water and maybe
teach you a thing or two about fucking."

The cowboy obediently followed his Foreman out of the water. Leaving their
clothes to dry on the rocks, both cowboys slipped their boots on and headed
back to the campfire. Craig spread his sleeping roll out over his
groundcloth and saddle. Motioning the kid over he pushed him down on his
knees on the sleeping roll. Kneeling on one knee behind the boy, Craig felt
up the body he'd just had his hands all over while washing the youth. Hard
body with only a little hair. Good stiff poker and a tight bag full of
horny nuts. Craig pushed the younger cowboy down on his belly across his
saddle which propped the boys ass up into receiving mode.

Rubbing the boys back to calm him, Craig felt up the kids
ass. Hard. Tight. Too tight. "You a virgin boy?"

Blushing bright red, the kid admitted, "I been raped once, Sir, when I was
ten. But ain't nobody fucked me proper, Sir."

Rubbing a finger carefully across the boys clenched butthole, Craig asked,
"Can I, Boy? Would you like it if I fucked you?"

Blushing even redder, whether in embarrassment or lust neither cowboy could
have told you, the kid admitted, "Yes, Sir. I'd be right proud if you'd
teach me how to fuck proper like."

Rubbing the kid's lower back and butt, the husky voiced Craig purred,
"Well, the first thing you got to do, man, boy or woman, is get 'em so's
they really want what only a man can give them."

The kid just about jumped off the ground when Craig spread his cheeks with
both hands and swiped from his tight balls up past his asshole with his
broad, burning hot tongue. It wasn't long before the kid was hunching the
saddle and begging Craig to fuck him. Craig just kept working the boy's
hole with tongue and fingers until he was wide open and begging for cock
with every fiber of his being. Only then did Craig climb up onto the boys
back and put his cockhead to the boy's hot and twitching hole. Pushing in
the barest amount, Craig asked, "Who's your Daddy, boy? Who's y'r Daddy?"
The kid mumbled something inaudible and Craig pulled back until the heat of
his rod was just barely touching the boys hole. "Who's yer Daddy, Son?"

"You are, Sir. You're my daddy, Sir." the kid pled, trying to lift his ass
and regain the cock that had him so hot.  Craig pushed just part of his
thick cockhead into the boy and then pulled it right back out so that it
just barely touched the whimpering boy. "Who's yer Daddy, Boy?"

The kid knew that the Foreman's dick was much bigger than his. A fat,
darkly blood engorged mantool with big heavy balls and a fat cockhead. He
knew it would hurt going into him. He didn't care. He wanted this man and
the security he offered. "YOU ARE, DADDY! YOU'RE MY DADDY, YOU'RE MY DADDY!
FUCK ME, DADDY!"

Craig punched the head of his cock all the way inside of the now
lust-crazed boy, demanding, "WHO'S YOUR DADDY?"

The kid went rigid, his legs quivering right out to the sides as the pain
lanced through his body. "YOU ARE, DADDY! YOU'RE MY DADDY!"

The sex driven man gloated in his mastery of this boy while realizing that
he really did care about the kid. He really wanted this kid to be
his. Craig had never been married. Never had a stable place until the old
man had made him Foreman. Now he was stable though. And he realized that
this is what he'd been missing. A family. A son of his own to care for and
teach and to help raise. "WHO'S YOUR DADDY, SON?" He demanded as he drove
another inch of throbbing dark-purple man meat into the boys hot gut.

"YOU'RE MY DADDY, CRAIG. YOU'RE MY DADDY AND I'M YOUR SON AS LONG AS YOU'LL
HAVE ME. FUCK ME, DADDY! FUCK MY ASS, DADDY! I NEED YOU TO FUCK ME! I NEED
YOU, DADDY!" There was no more pain. None at all. Just a wonderful feeling
of being wanted and needed and of being loved. The lonely boy's heart cried
out for a man to guide him and he prayed that it wasn't just lust making
Craig demand to be his Daddy.

Eight times. Eight inches. Eight demands for affirmation. Eight admissions
of need. Eight steps to begin the bonding of father and son.

Craig talked to his new lover. His son. The son he realized that he'd
always wanted. That this self-reliant young man wanted, even needed him as
a father amazed Craig and filled him with pride. Filled him with love for
the son he thought he'd never have. He fucked... No, He made LOVE to his
son, cementing their relationship and bonding them as father and son for
life. He came several times that night, but he never withdrew his cock from
his son. They talked and they made love. They shared the simplest things
about themselves, and the most hidden, darkest secrets. The kid admitted
always wanting a father. One who would admonish him and punish him when and
if necessary. One who would love him for who he was and what he was. Craig
was ---- obviously, patently, assuredly that man. Four more days it took to
clear their section of range of strays. Mostly quiet during the day. Taking
a second here and there to touch, to kiss or just smile at each other. The
nights were a wonderland of getting to know and trust each other. Loving
each other and being with each other. They each slipped easily, comfortably
into their Father/Son roles.

Several times the kid's wildness pissed Craig off. Instead of cursing the
boy now he'd pull the boys pants down and put him across his knee. The kid
was always much chastised after a spanking, but never fought getting
punished and always said, "Thank you, Daddy. I'm sorry." When the spanking
was over. Craig would then kiss him on the forehead and pull the kids pants
up and fasten them for him just as if he were a little boy. The night of
his first spanking the love making was particularly sweet. Both wanting to
prove their love to each other. Both proving their love and loving it.

Craig helped the kid move his stuff from the bunkhouse to his little
house. They didn't bother even thinking about a second bed. The old one
that was there was plenty big enough for them both --- and they proved it
that night!

The next day was the last day before the cattle drive to the north started
and the boss told all the hands to head for town and get it out of their
systems because it was going to be three or four months on the trail with
no booze and no women. Craig went along to get everyone back in time for
the start of the drive but the kid could read and write so the big boss ask
him to stay and help him with some bookwork.

The cowboys returned earlier than the boss expected, making a lot of noise
and raising hell. They were angry and hot headed. The boss wanted to know
what was going on. He finally got them all shut up and had one of the older
hands try and tell him the story. Seems as if one of the cowboys had gotten
a little rowdy and the Sheriff went to arrest him. Craig, as Foreman, tried
to calm things down and get the Sheriff to let him take the cowboy home but
the Sheriff wasn't having any guff off of "a bunch of fucked up cowboys!"
To prove his point, the Sheriff shot Craig and killed him.

The kid turned white and staggered, almost falling off his feet. The boss
had seen something special between this lonely cowboy and his foreman and
tried to stop the kid and talk to him but the kid just brushed him off and
silently walked into Craig's house. He came out a little later wearing a
fringed, fawn-colored buckskin outfit and a pair of Colt Navy pistols in
tooled and silver mounted holsters. The Colt Navy pistol was the most
powerful and accurate handgun of its time. But every cowboy there knew that
wouldn't help this youngster against the hard-core town sheriff.

The boss and the other hands followed the kid down to barn and tried to
dissuade him from going to town. The kid listened politely and went right
on saddling his horse. When he mounted the Boss blew up and yelled at him,
"Okay, go ahead and be a God-blamed fool! But tell us your proper name so's
we don't have to put 'The Kid' on your tombstone."

Before turning and galloping off to town, the kid quietly said, "The name
my Mama gave me was 'William H. Bonney'. You can put that on my
gravestone... if you need to!"


THE Beginning of the legend.



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