Date: Sat, 9 Jun 2001 00:01:08 -0400
From: Tanda2000 <TANDA2000@compuserve.com>
Subject: A New Hand   Part III

			A NEW HAND  Part III
					by Tanda2000@compuserve.com
						copyright by Tanda  5/2001

	Jake leaned back in the wooden chair as he watched the new hand,
Brandon, leave his cabin.  His hand instinctively went to the huge bulge at
his crotch and he rubbed it thoughtfully, recalling the boy's firm bubble
butt in them damn tight jeans.  Jake's crotch swelled as he rubbed it.
He'd have to try this young buck out, he decided.  The boy jest looked too
hot and too green which always got Jake's blood flowin'.  He loved takin' a
new one down and makin' them do stuff with him, whether they liked it or
not.
	But, dammit, he'd have to bide his time.  He'd see how Brandon
worked out with the other fellas on the crew and see if he could work as
good as he looked.  Ranch work was hard sometimes.  Jake grinned to hisself
at the double pun.
	With a heavy sigh, he pushed hisself back from the wooden desk that
still had Brandon's application on it and stood up, scratching his flat
belly, looking thoughtfully down at the piece of paper.  His hand wandered
down to his crotch and squeezed the growing organ.  Damn, a shower sounded
good 'bout now.  Wonder what Kwon Li's schedule was like.  More 'n likely
busy with all the hands comin' in from the fields.
	But he'd just as soon take a shower now by hisself and go out to
the cowhand's cabin later for what he liked to call bunk inspection.  He
turned to his cabinet behind his wooden desk and opened the cupboard door,
revealing his prize stash of whiskey.  He uncorked the bottle and took a
long pull from it.  His eyes watered from the saucy brew, but the fire hit
his belly right off.
	He knew if he timed it right, he could sneak up to the main house
and use the servant's shower that was right outside the big house.
Mr. Mathis never seemed to mind none and always considered it a perk of his
job as foreman.
	Jake stood by the open window and looked into the evening sky as he
slowly unbuttoned his shirt and undid his trousers.  The whiskey had him
glowin' and he stopped with his jeans down around his knees and took
another long pull from the bottle.  Damn straight, that was some good shit!
Mr. Mathis never even noticed it was missin'.  Jake grinned.  There was a
lot Mr. Mathis didn't notice.  But that's why Jake was here.  To keep these
young bucks in line and to run his ranch for him.
	Ever since Mrs. Mathis had took off with that Dude from town,
Mr. Mathis had become less and less involved with the ranch and had his
hands full with his paper business in town, not to mention his two boys.
Ben and Michael.  What a handful for Mr. Mathis.  But, damn good lookin'
boys although a little too prissy for Jake's taste.  Two young dandies.
Ben was the older one, about 16 now, Jake guessed.  Michael was the 11 year
old and both boys pretty much stayed to themselves and the big house.  They
weren't the ranchin' kind, Jake guessed.
	Jake hadn't realized it, but while he was thinkin' 'bout those boys
of Mathis', he'd done got his cock all hard and was absently stroking the
monster shaft. Coming back to reality, Jake let his hard 9 inch cock go
and, with it pointing in front of him, he went and located his long johns.
He'd have to wear them up to the house when he snuck up there for his
shower.  Or, go buck ass naked and that would never do.
	Jake was beginning to feel the buzz of the good store bought
whiskey and had to steady hisself against the bed post as he shucked off
the rest of his duds to put his long johns on.  He grinned to hisself
again.  That shower was gonna feel damn good!
	Jake about pissed all over hisself when he heard a throat clearing
right there in the room.  With bleary eyes he focused on a figure leaning
on the door jam watching him.
	"You're drunk, Jake."
	"I ain't drunk," Jake countered with a slur.
	"What would Papa say if he knew you'd done stole his whiskey and
gotten drunk on it?"
	It was Ben.  Mr. Mathis' older boy.  Goddamn, Jake thought to
hisself, he's a purty one.  The boy stood there leaning against the door,
his pure white hair shinin' like a moon lit night.  The boy had gotten the
hair from his Ma.  But got his good looks from his Pop.  Jake's hard cock
twitched.  The boy's eyes went directly to it.
	"Now, Ben," Jake tried to calm him.  "Ya don't need to be tellin'
your Pop on me, do ya?"  He walked to the boy who still stood starin' at
the naked drunk foreman.
	The boy stiffened as Jake put his big paws on his slim shoulders,
trying to keep the boy from running off to go tattle on him.
	Ben stood about 5'7" and weighed in at about 140 lbs. A slim,
muscular boy with a face like an angel but an attitude like the devil
hisself.  This kid always drove Ben nuts.
	"C'mon, Ben," Jake whispered with drunken conspiracy, "You don't
wanna do that do ya?"
	Jake was so close to the boy that the head of his cock was brushing
against the boy's pleated trousers.  Ben, undaunted, still stood leaning on
the door with his arms folded over his shoulders but his eyes wide with
curiosity and meybbe jest a little caution.
	"Whatcha gonna do for me, Jake?  Why shouldn't I tell Papa?"
	"We've always been good buddies, Ben," Jake slurred as he ran his
hands over the boy's smooth biceps under his fancy shirt.  Jake and Ben
both knew that this was an out and out lie, but, even though they weren't
the best of friends, they weren't exactly enemies either.
	"Welllllll, I dunno," Ben him hawed.
	Then a grin lit up his 16 year old face.  "Gimme a drink, Jake."
	Jake peered into the boy's face and thought to hisself for half a
cent, he'd slap the young upstart upside his face and bend him over and
make him a man.  But that wasn't about to happen, even though his demanding
cock was pressing against the young boy's clothin'.  And the boy didn't
seem to mind none.
	"Ya won't tell?", Jake queried.
	Ben took advantage of the situation and, putting his hand on the
larger man's muscled naked shoulder, led Jake back by the desk where he
knew the stash of whiskey was.  "Jake, ya know that whatever we do, I don't
never tell no one."
	Jake seemed pleased with this answer and conceded, "Okay, jest one,
then.  You here?  I don't want ya goin' back home all drunk and shit."
	"I might not go home, Jake.", the boy stated with authority and
took the bottle that Jake held.  Jake watched as the young boy expertly
uncorked it and put the bottle to his tender lips.  Jake's cock twitched
again.
	He mumbled, "I gotta get me a woman."
	Ben laughed nervously and said, "Yeah, it looks like it with that
big 'ol thing wavin' around here, Jake."
	The older cowboy noted that the young boy's eyes were fixated on
his hard cock still standing proudly between his muscled thighs.  Jake
towered over the boy and had to shake his head to get the thoughts in his
mind outta there.  This was the boss's son.  Jesus Keerist!
	"So whatcha come here for, anyways?", Jake asked.
	The boy took a long pull from the bottle and, wiping his mouth with
the back of his hand, answered, "Papa wants you to get one of your cowhands
to take me and Michael up over to Washington County."
	"Washington County!", Jake declared drunkenly.  "What the hell?
That's over a two days trek.  I can't spare no damned cowhands to be
runnin' you and yer lil' brother 'round the country side!  What the hell's
he thinkin'?"
	With his typical attitude, Ben answered, "I'm thinkin' he's
thinkin' that me and Michael need to be visitin' our Aunt and Uncle.  He
said something about a new hand ya got."
	With his hardness startin' to subside, Jake scratched his chin
thoughtfully, "Hmm, that would be Brandon, I reckon."
	"Yeah, whoever," Ben stated unconcerned.
	Jake sighed a heavy sigh. "Wells, alright, I guess.  I s'pose I
could let him go."
	"I don't think you got a choice, Jake," Ben stated like a spoiled
brat.
	Jake's cock twitched when he thought about Brandon being out on the
trail with these two youngsters.  His mind was concocting all sorts of
ideas.  Maybe Brandon could teach this spoiled little brat some manners.
He was surely an arrogant little spoiled brat that should have been paddled
long time ago.
	He watched as the young teenage took the bottle up to his lips and
took another pull.  Jake was getting real pissed at this little punk.  He
rushed over to the boy, grabbing the bottle from him.
	"I said, jest one drink, boy!"
	Ben stubbornly held onto the bottle as Jake tried to pry it from
his hands.  The wrestling match commenced.  Jake, still butt ass naked, was
trying to get the bottle of whiskey from this boy and he wasn't about to
let it go.  In fact, Jake suspected that Ben was kinda enjoying the
struggle.
	As they strained against each other, Jake felt his manhood grazing
against the boy's fine city clothes and, he couldn't help it, but he was
getting aroused again.  His hard cock pressed against the boy's body as
they fought for control of the bottle.  Ben could feel the man's stiffness
against his young body, but he wasn't givin' up either.
	As they struggled and strained, Jake finally got the boy in a
headlock and was pulling him towards the center of the room, however, the
boy's hands were firmly clamped around that damned bottle and he was
fighting Jake all the way.
	In their struggling, Jake was cursing up a storm, "You damned
little......"  "Gimme that right now........."  Hmpf.  Uhhhh, "Give it to
me, boy!  I'm a gonna tan your hide, ya little upstart......"
	Jake heard a ripping sound and looked to see the boy's fancy shirt
ripped at the sleeve, precariously hanging off of his chest exposing one of
his nipples.  Even in the battle, Jake couldn't help but notice how nice
and smooth, yet developed the boy was and how erect that one nipple was.
Which just made Jake's big ol' cock bigger.
	The little shit was cursing and fighting off the bigger cowboy just
as well.  "Fuck you!  I ain't givin' it up!  Omph......AHHhhhhhh,.... "You
ain't a takin' it, Jake......"  As he was struggling with the boy, he was
shocked that the boy was talkin' to him like that.  He smacked the boy in
the face.  "Don't you ever use that kinda language with me, Boy!"
Momentarily stunned and shocked by Jake hitting him, he relaxed for a split
second.  Taking advantage of the boy's moment of weakness, Jake took the
boy and flipped him over onto the bed.  Ben still had the bottle clasped in
his hands and the open bottle was sloshing whiskey everywhere.  Jake
quickly straddled the pinned boy with his hard cock waving over the boy's
chest and the bottle clutched tightly in his hands.  Both of them were
breathing heavily as Jake stayed mounted on top of the boy.  He didn't dare
let this youngster go now.  He would sure enough get fired for his attack
on the kid.  Damned punk, he thought.  "So, you wanna drink, boy???  Do ya?
Huh?"  Jake didn't wait for an answer.  He took the bottle, still clutched
in the boy's hands and aimed it at his mouth.  "Open up yer mouth, boy."
Since he was a whole lot stronger than the 16 year old, he took one hand
and pried open his mouth, careful not to get bit, and angled the bottle so
that it started pouring the whiskey into the boy's mouth, with a lot of it
pouring over his face and onto Jake's bunk.  The boy sputtered and spit and
tried shaking his head, but Jake held him firmly in place as the boy had to
swallow the fiery brew or drown.
	As Ben did his best to swallow whatever was in his mouth so he
wouldn't drown to death, Jake took the opportunity to evaluate the
situation.  He was in a horrible fix.  But he also took in the smooth
hardness of the boy's exposed chest, the erect nipple and, what the hell
was that?  He felt something hard pressing against his naked butt as he sat
on the boy's lap.  Jake laughed to hisself.  The boy had a boner!  The
little faggot.
	Now he felt like he had the upper hand.
	He leaned dangerously close to the drunken boy's face and whisper
ed, "You're a faggot, ain't ya, boy?"
	The boy blanched but shouted so loudly that Jake was taken aback.
"AM NOT!"
	Jake's hot whiskey breath flooded over the boy's face.  "Oh yeah",
he smirked.  "Then what's this?"  He reached behind him and grabbed the
boy's offending member in his trousers.  He felt it throb in his hand.  He
squeezed it meanly.
	The boy's face contorted in pain, but he just said, "Ain't nuthin'.
Can't help it."
	Jake released the poor boy's dick.  "I oughtta tell your Pop on
you."
	"Hmpf, he wouldn't believe you anyways," young Ben countered.  The
boy was pissed, Jake could tell and he was likin' this new twist.
	"Hmmmmm," Jake considered his next move.
	Cautiously, he let go of the boy's arms and just sat there on him.
He knew that if the kid tried anything, he'd could pin him down again right
quick.
	Jake took his monster cock in his hand and held it up for the boy
to see.  "Ya like this thing, Ben?"
	"Hell no!, the boy stated angrily.
	Jake stroked his big cock and muttered, "I think ya do.  C'mon,
boy.  Touch it.  Ya know ya want to."
	"No, I don't!" But the boy's eyes gave him up.  He just stared at
the big ol' cock that Jake was stroking in his face.
	After the wrestling match with the boy, Jake had sobered up a might
but now he could tell the boy was jest a few sheets to the wind.  He had
every intention of takin' advantage this entire fucked up situation.
	"I wanna see yours, boy."  He got off of the boy and, to his
surprise, the boy jest laid there in a drunken stupor.  Jake could see the
boy's hard on pressing against his fancy trousers.
	"You ripped my shirt, Jake.  How am I gonna explain this to
Papa??", the boy whined.
	Jake jest grinned.  "Tell him ya fell down or somethin'.  Fuck, I
don't care."  Jake had other things on his mind.  He reached over and
started to unbutton the boy's trousers.  He saw the boy's cock jump under
the fabric of his trousers.
	"No, don't, Jake," the boy protested, but didn't move a muscle.
"I'll tell Papa."
	Jake didn't listen to the boy.  Yeah, right, he thought.  He
reached in and felt the boy's swollen dick through the fabric of his fancy
underpants.  The boy's cock was not all that big, but big enough he
reckoned to be dealt with.  Looked to be about 6 or 7 inches hard.  Jake
couldn't be for sure with it under the cloth and such.
	He hooked his thumbs and fingers into the boy's waistband of his
underpants and trousers and, with one motion, pulled the boy's clothes down
around his thighs, leaving him completely exposed before the randy cowboy.
	Jake stood back and observed his handiwork.  "Oooooeeeeee, Mama!"
He chortled.  "That shore enough is some piece a work ya got goin' on there
boy!"
	Ben's cock was rock hard and although it was jest slight of bein' 6
inches long, it was a fat lil' sonabitch.  Jake reached down and stroked
his own big dick as he stared at the boy's helpless hard cock.  "Yeah,
that's a nice one, son."
	Ben didn't say nothing but jest laid there on the bunk blushing,
closing his eyes as if this weren't happenin'.  But Jake noticed that the
boy weren't doin' a damn thing to stop it.  He reached out and picked up
the boy's healthy cock and felt it throb in his big paw.  He dropped it
back down on the boy's slim hip and watched as it twitched around.  Yep,
this boy needed some attention.
	Jake stood over the half naked boy admiring the way his young,
healthy cock danced on his slim white hip.  He was likin' the way that the
boy's skin was silky smooth and white. He couldn't help but to wonder what
the boy's backside was a lookin' like.  Probably silky smooth and begging
for a man's cock.
	Jake knelt on the bed and looked at the young boy.  Hell, he
weren't so young.  Jake recalled hisself when he was but a young buck of
14, he'd been taken and loved the hell out of it!  Meybbe, jest meybbe,
this boy's time had come.  'Sides, he was almost 17 now.  And purty as sin,
'specially now since the meanness was gone outta him.  He was layin' there
just as purty as ya please with that almost man cock lying there like a big
'ol sausage.
	Jake straddled the boy and sit down on his thighs.  He could feel
the boy's semi- hairy legs against his butt.  Boy was almost a man, Jake
conceded.  He took his monster cock and held it up to the boy's fat cock.
He stroked them together for a spell and the boy jest laid there moaning
with his young cock throbbing against Jake's bigger one.  The boy had long
since put one of his arms over his eyes, covering his embarrassment, but
not able to hide his longing that was in Jake's big hand.
	Jake dropped the boy's cock and started rubbing his all over the
boy's smooth, flat belly, noticing a small trace of hair coming up from his
groin to his navel.  Jake laid down on top of the boy, his hard cock
dropping between the boy's legs.  He could feel the heavy laden nut sack of
the boy and could feel the boy's fat dick pressing against his own hard
abs.
	Jake pushed up the torn shirt and exposed the rest of the boy's
fine, sculptured chest.  Nice, very nice, Jake thought.  He laid his own
hairy chest against the boy's smoother one and rubbed against him roughly.
He could feel the boy's fat cock throbbing against him.  A low moan escaped
Ben's slightly parted lips and Jake leaned down and gently kissed the boy.
At first, Ben froze, but as Jake persisted, he relaxed and soon he allowed
the older cowboy to kiss him like a girl.  Tongues and all.
	As the kiss became more heated, Jake let his hand wander down the
boy's slim hip and underneath him, slightly raising him up so that his hand
went to the kid's little rump.  Just as Jake had suspected, the boy's ass
was firm and round.  He shore wouldn't mind having a taste of that.  But,
instead, he let his hand wander back up over the boy's hip and to his hard
dick.
	He stroked the boy's raging hard on as he started to lick and suck
on the boy's nipples.  As he teased and tortured the erect nipples, his
hand caressed the swollen balls between Ben's legs and Jake's own big cock
was leaking pre cum like a sieve against the boy's smooth side.  Jake let
his big finger ride in the smooth crack of the boy and felt the heated
dampness of the boy's hole.  But he didn't penetrate the boy, just teased
the hole.  That would be for another time.
	He went back to the boy's throbbing cock as he continued to suck
and nip at the boy's nipples.  He begin stroking the cock and when the pre
cum oozed out of the boy's piss slit, Jake ran it over the mushroomed head
of the young cock which caused the boy to buck his hips up in wanton
desire.  Grinning to himself, he started jacking the boy in earnest.
Pumping that young man shaft and squeezing the head tightly with each
stroke.
	"Benjamin!", a voice called from somewhere outside.
	"Benjamin Mathis!  Where the hell are you?"
 Jake froze.  But Ben started pumping into Jake's fist and before he could
react, the boy started moaning loudly, shooting his young hot cum all over
Jake's face and onto his own creamy, smooth boy chest.  Jake figured, fuck
it, and started pounding the boy's exploding cock with his fist as the boy
shot a bucket full of hot boy cum.  "You better get outta here, kid," Jake
whispered quietly.  "I don't want no one finding ya here like this.  Jesus
Keerist!"  Without a word, the semi drunk boy got up off the bed and pulled
his trousers up over his still cum covered body and adjusted his torn shirt
over his slim muscular build.  Jake jest laid on the bed with his hard cock
throbbing watching the boy get dressed.  Damn, he thought. This is fucked
up.  Dressed, the boy headed for the door and opened it.  He stuck his head
out and looked both ways.  Satisfied, he turned around and looked at Jake.
"I won't say nuthin'."  And, with that, he was out into the night air,
leaving Jake on the bed naked and unsatisfied.
	With a heavy sigh, Jake thought he'd best be doin' his bunk
inspections.  He could go see how the new hand was fittin' in with all the
other hands.  Reluctant like, he got up out of the bunk and started to get
dressed.  He grinned to hisself as he tucked his still unsatisfied manhood
into his levis.  Best not let the new hand see this monster yet.  Don't
wanna scare him off.