Date: Wed, 14 Dec 2005 07:14:31 -0800 (PST)
From: nate Greg <gayboinate@yahoo.com>
Subject: Old West Gang of Thieves

Part One - Old West Gang of Thieves

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This is part one of a continuing story about Crackers, Garret and their
gang of thieves: The Saxons.


A TALE OF LOVE AND ROMANCE IN THE OLD WEST

Cracker, Garret and the gang of old west thieves

CHAPTER ONE - INTRODUCTION TO THE SAXONS

I guess you could say it was my own fucking fault.

You'd think, after all these years of being a part of the most notorious
thieving group - we're named the Saxons - in the Valley of Brittlewood,
that I'd know better.

Stealing from the mayor, shoot, I should've known I'd regret it, especially
since I was doing it without Garret's knowledge, much less permission.
Garret's the leader of our little thieving group, see, and he's a mite
bossy.  But he's good at being bossy so I don't begrudge it of him.  And
then there's the fact that his being bossy makes me...well...I'll get to
that later.

Anyhow, he's also a little protective of me.  I'm Nat Crakener, though
Garret called me Crackers, and I'm seventeen.  You'd think Garret thought I
was six by the way he treated me, though.  I guess I do act foolishly and
rashly and even a little stupidly sometimes...But still!  I'm seventeen!

This here, the time when I tried to steal from the mayor of Britton, a
stupid ass ugly town in Brittlewood, was one of those times when I guess
you could say I acted a little stupidly.

The mayor of Brittlewood's a stupid, pansy man.  And he's ugly, to boot.
But he's also got the hots for little boys and me being a little boy -
well, maybe I'm not little but I'm small for seventeen - I thought if I
weasel my way into his bed I could easily clonk him on the head, take the
loot the old miser has stored under his bed and skedaddle without having to
let to old pervert do with me...you know.

Well, my plan went haywire when he asked me to dress up for him - you know,
wearing an actual lady's dress?  Well, I wasn't big on the idea - I don't
much go for that sort of thing - but I obliged, stripping down to where I
was bare ass naked and then pulling on the giant, pink ruffly thing.  The
smooth cloth did feel all nice against my skin, but I reminded myself I had
a job to do.  After all, I didn't want to wait till the last minute to make
my move because the mayor might have been stupid and ugly but he was also
fat and a lot bigger than me and I didn't want him to take his pleasure
with me against my will.  So, as I was hiking up my skirts I kicked him,
knocked him out cold like I'd planned.  I started to stuff a bag full of
loot and climbed out the window without taking off my dress.  Now, the
sheriff may be even stupider than the mayor but he still was curious as to
why a redheaded teenage boy was climbing out a window wearing a pink dress
and carrying a lumpy burlap bag.  I tried to bribe the creep with a blow
job but he seemed to think he was all high and mighty and ought to be loyal
to his wife.

And so that's how I ended up in the Britton jailhouse wearing a pink ruffly
dress.



The cell was dank and dark, but it had a window - barred, and I couldn't
get it open - so I wasn't too worried.  Garret would probably break in and
save me, or else send one of the other guys from the Saxons.  I couldn't
sleep not because I was scared but because I was used to sleeping bare ass
naked and it was a warm night to be wearing a big fluffy dress.  I would
have slipped out of it, but it was tied in several places I couldn't reach.

Anyway, sure enough I was sitting there and at about midnight the window
got pushed open easily by somebody - fuck him, I thought, I'd tried and
tried and couldn't get the damn thing open - and Garret stuck his head in.

The rest of his large body - not fat, mind you, Garret's just mega tall and
all muscle - barely fit through the window, but it did.  His bare feet
touched the ground lightly as he dropped to the floor and before I had a
chance to blink he had scooped me up in his arms.

"Took you long enough," I told him, primly pretending I wasn't wearing an
obnoxious pink dress.  I opened my mouth to inform him that he really
didn't deserve to be leader of a gang of thieves if he couldn't rescue one
of his gang within four hours - it'd taken him six - but he stopped me by
covering my boyish lips with his manly ones.

The kiss was amazing, and seemed to last forever.  I was breathless when it
was done.  I rolled my eyes at him and he grinned at me, simply giving me
that twisted up smile of his.

And then was stuffing me through the window just like that, his big rough
hand pushing on my ass - I love it when he does that to me - to hurry me up
as I tried to climb out the window.

I dropped to the ground, which felt cool to the touch against my bare feet.

But I didn't stop to think about how cool the ground was, I just started to
run through the woods right away, hiking up my skirts.  I didn't wait for
Garret to escape because I knew, after all, that he'd catch up with me.
And sure enough he did, scooping me up in his arms and running faster than
I ever could.

"I can run too, you know," I told him smartly, and he looked down at me, a
smile playing at his lips.  His dark eyes sparkled.

"You want me to let you?"

"No," I shook my head, nuzzling my head against his muscular chest and
holding on tight as he picked up his speed, his bare feet moving
soundlessly across the ground.

Just for reference, and because I like to talk about my man, I'll describe
how Garret looks.  Like I mentioned, he's tall and all muscle.  This
particular night he was wearing a thin, almost gauzy gray shirt that was
full of half tears and slipped down like it was going to fall off his
massively broad shoulders.  His hair was dark and short - sort of like mine
is red and short, and his face was all chiseled features.  He wore plain
dark trousers with a revolver stuck carelessly down his pants and, of
course, his feet were bare.

Eventually, after what seemed like hours of running but probably was only
20 minutes, I started to feel sleepy.  Soon, all faded to blissful darkness
and I found myself dreaming of Garret.



When I woke up, I was laying naked in bed with Garret's massive naked body
behind me, his chest against my back and his strong legs wrapped with my
skimpy ones and his giant cock nestled between my ass cheeks.  Ah, I was
home.

I shifted, slightly, enjoying the rough feel of the hardy blanket that lay
on top of us and the feel of the similar one spread underneath us.

I could feel the warmth of the fire just a few yards away and realized we
were lying in front of it, downstairs in the Saxon hideout.

Our hideout was just a little cabin thing nestled and hidden away in the
woods of the Brittlewood valley.  It was roomy, though, with a big open
downstairs and two rooms upstairs that looked down on the big downstairs
room over a balcony.  Kind of hard to describe, but that's the basics
there.

I felt Garret's big, calloused hand on my thin, smooth shoulder and felt
him bury his face in my neck.

"Morning baby," his deep, rough and sexy voice murmured into my shoulder.
I giggled.  His breath tickled.

"I'm not a baby," I told him, trying to wriggle out of his grip.

"You're my baby," he replied, smoothly, as he nibbled my ear.  I could feel
his already long dick starting to grow even bigger.  "And you still need
taking care of, as is clear after your little escapade yesterday."  I felt
his growing cock draw back, away from my body.

"I'm not nobody's," I told him, gasping as I felt his dick head dabbing
pre-cum at my asshole.

"You're wrong, baby," he replied, and his entire body was suddenly still.
"You're mine."

And then he plunged into me and I cried out in pain and pleasure, all mixed
together at once.

Now he was pushing in me, pulling out, pushing in, each time going deeper
inside me and making my body spasm each time he brushed against the spot
inside me that he knew how to manipulate so well.

"Whose are you, baby?" he demanded, his voice still calm, if a little more
clipped and breathless.  "Whose are you?"  That second time he was a bit
less controlled.

"Yours," I cried.  "Oh, hell, Garret, I'm yours!"

"Say it," he hissed in my ear, as he wrapped his big arm around my body and
pulled it back against his cock, then out again, then back.  My ass eagerly
thrust back against him, wanting to keep all of him in me forever.  "Say
it, baby.  Tell daddy whose you are."

"Yours," I gasped, for all I could do was gasp.  "Yours."  I made a throaty
groaning noise.  "Oh hell," I breathed.  "Fu-fuck me, G-Garret!  Yours.
Hell!"  I let out a cry.  "Fuck me, please, I'm-ah-I-"

And then I was spraying juice everywhere, my boy cock shooting out semen
like horse dick shoots out piss.

"Yeah, baby, you like daddy's cock inside you, don't you?"  Garret's deep
voice was laboured, now.  Even he, though his stamina was incredible, could
not long hold himself back early in the morning.  Of course, his quickies
were longer than what most men would call long, drawn out sex.  My man was
amazing.

"Fuck," I groaned.  "Me.  Garret."

"Yeah, boy," he snarled, like an animal, thrusting all the way inside of me
and nearly squeezing my guts out as he clawed at my chest as he reached
around from behind.  My arms, in turn, clawed at the air.

Then, without warning, I was flipped on my stomach and Garret was on top of
me, thrusting into me more powerfully than before, one hand pressed at the
small of my back, the other flung in the air as if he were riding a wild
bull.  My eyes squeezed shut against the rough cloth under me and I felt a
tear - of pleasure or pain or both I don't know - roll down my cheek as
Garret gave one last thrust and collapsed on top of me as he filled me with
his juices.

We lay there, all sweaty, breathing heavily for a moment.

"Whose, baby?" he breathed, cockily, in my ear.

I let out a moan of ecstacy as I lay under him basking in the afterglow.

"Yours, fuck it all, yours!"

His hand massaged my back as I felt his cock start to shrink against my
ass.

"Just so you know, baby," he whispered as he swallowed my ear.  "Just so
you know."  He nuzzled my neck, pushing my around till I flipped over,
under him, and faced him.

He kissed me then, hard, his tongue shoving past my lips and teeth to spar
- it won - with my own tongue.

"Shit, Garret," I told him.  "I'll always be yours.  You know that."

"I know," he mummered, pulling up and looking down at me fondly.  "Just
want to make sure you know, too."

I blushed.

"I love you, Garret," I told him.  He grinned at me.

"Love you, too, Crackers.  Love you too."



A couple minutes later, Garret finally stood and started to pull his
clothes on.  I sat up and looked around.

Linus, a naturally massive man who was practically square in shape, was
sitting on the beat-up green couch petting our gang's cat, Cat.

He smiled at me, with that big goofy smile of his.  I grinned back.

Linus is one of the coolest guys in the gang.  He's gentle as a lamb,
unless he's fighting, in which case you should watch out for his fists.
He's also really protective of me because I'm Garret's and Linus thinks the
world of Garret.  He also thinks I'm cute, but in a motherly way I guess.

Linus' hair is short brown, with a little ponytail sticking out the back.
His eyes are gentle blue, but that's really the only part of him that looks
gentle - the rest of him is big and muscular and menacing in appearance.
Even his clothes, which are plain and simple, somehow make him seem rough
and tough, even though he isn't rough at all.  He's tough, though, at least
when he wants to be.

Eating his breakfast over at the table and ignoring us was Renn, probably
the Saxon member I dislike the most.  He's obnoxious, mainly, and he treats
me like shit when Garret's not around and only "respects" Garret because
Garret could beat him up.

Renn, a man of medium height, also thinks an awful lot of himself and
where's clothes that are all black, and a large overcoat that hung nearly
to the ground.  He thought it looked cool, and admittedly it did.  The coat
was black, which matched his eyes and his hair.  His head was shaved,
though, so the only hair you saw was his goatee.

Of course neither of them were fazed by having watch Garret fuck the
daylights out of me, as that happened all the time and usually where all
the gang was watching.  If any of the gang didn't like watching none except
Renn showed it and he just ignored when the sex was happening - though he
sometimes did gave snide, rude comments to me when Garret wasn't around.

Still, the entire gang knew that I was Garret's and that they should keep
their mitts off of me.  Oh, sure, sometimes if a gang member did real well
then Garret would reward the member by telling me to suck them off, which I
did gladly, even Renn.  But my ass was Garret's and Garret's alone.  That
was pretty much my place in the gang - I wasn't even allowed to wear
clothes much ever, never in our hideout and sometimes even when we left on
a job I had to go naked.  Garret was the all around man, the charismatic
leader who was smart and strong and could handle a gun well.  Linus was the
muscle of the gang, and also an amazing cook.  Renn was our sneak, he could
get in and out of places without people knowing it.  He also knew how to
handle sniper rifles and other sure-shot guns.  The fifth and final member
of the Saxons was a gunsling extraordinaire, a shorter guy about my height,
who was probably my favorite gang member if you don't count Garret.

Terk was the shortest member of the gang after me, he was only about 5' 7"
which was about an inch taller than me.  He was built like a brick wall,
though, all muscle.  And you would have thought he was taller because he
walked all cocky like, as if he was in charge of the world.  Oh, sure, he
deffered to Garret because he wasn't stupid but he made even that seem like
the macho, manly thing to do.  He had short, curly black hair and big dark
eyes.  His mouth was constantly curved up into a smile that said he was in
charge.  He also spoke with a weird sort of accent - whatever accent it
was, it sounded very sexy to me.  Terk also loved to watch Garret fuck the
living daylights out of me.  Sometimes he'd even whip out his impressive
dick and start jerking it as he watched.  That was another thing I loved
about Terk: his dick.  It wasn't near as long as Garret's but it was a
little bit fatter and it was long, in it's own right.  Just compared to
Garret's, which I think is probably longer than anyone elses in the world,
his is short.  Also, Terk is super hairy.  Curly black hair covers his
whole body.  It's a big turn on for me, and when Garret rewards Terk by
having me suck him off, I enjoy it more than I enjoy sucking off anyone -
except Garret.

This particular morning, Terk came out of his bedroom and looked down at me
from the balcony.  He wore un-assuming pants, as always, and a loose white
shirt that was always only buttoned halfway up.

"Hey, kid," he called down at me.  "You're looking more girly by the
minute.  We'll make a lady of you yet."  He winked at me, and I grinned
back.

"You missed the sex this morning," I told him, throwing a steamy look at
Garret, who smiled gently back at me.

"Ah, I know," he nodded, sadly clucking his tongue.

I laughed and stood, scratching at the small of my naked back.

"So what's the plan for today, Garret?" I asked as Garret hooked his belt
around his waste.  He was dressed like a cowboy, this morning, complete
with hat.

"Robbing, same as always," he replied plainly, reaching over and ruffling
my hair with his big hand.

I grinned up at him - if I had a tail I would have been wagging it.

He's my man, I'm his boy and this is our gang: The Saxons.