Date: Fri, 22 Aug 2014 12:09:57 -0400
From: Mark Koziarski <markkoziarski@gmail.com>
Subject: Uncle Bull 3

Uncle Bull

	Bull returned from the barn, to find Jason behind the bar. He
stepped up to Karl and wrapped a thick arm around the mans shoulder.  Karl
looked up to Bull and asked, "Sugar lip's?"

	Bull looked back to Karl, and smiled.  "What can I say?" responded
Bull.  "He likes sugar and gives kisses."

	"Treats that damn horse as if it was a dog," Bear interjected as he
walked up.

	"I like my horse." Bull explained.

	 "Got the lad off?" asked Karl.

	"Aye."  Bull responded.  "If all goes well, he should be back by
night fall."

	"Jimmy's awake," Bear stated.

	"Oh good."  Bull said, as he turns to go visit Jimmy.

	"Bull!"  Bull is stopped by his brother.

	"What?" responded Bull.

	"He doesn't want to see you."

	"What?"  Bull asked.

	What his brother has said sinks in and with a pained look asked,
"Why?"  As he sank to a bar stool, he looked up to his brother.

	"He say's he's ashamed and can't face you right now."

	"That's a crock of shit," Bull stated as he turned to go.

	Karl reached out, and grabbed Bull by the arm.  "Leave it be lad.
Give him time."

	Bull looked at Karl, then to his brother, with a sigh, resigned to
their wishes, and said, "Alright.  For now."

	It felt to Bull, as if he was is shock.  It hurt him that Jimmy
wouldn't want to see him.  Why?  Ashamed?  Nonsense!  The kid was the
victim here, he did nothing wrong.  Anger began to replace pain.  They hurt
Jim, in turn hurting him.  Now Bull will hurt them.  His meaty fists
clench, then start to shake.  Karl's hand touched Bull's shoulder, and
brought him out of his dark thoughts.  He looked at Karl, and Karl can see
the UN-shed tears in the man's eyes.

	Softly he say's, "It'll be alright laddy.  Be patent."

	Bull realized that Karl is right.  To rush in with out thought,
would be a fools way.  If anything, Bull was not a fool.  He took a side
look at Karl, then again said, "Laddy?"

	Karl smirked and responded, "Well I am a bit older."

	Bull nodded, "Given.  Laddy?"

	Karl responded with a warm laugh,that brought a smile to the
wounded man.

	Bull advanced the short distance to Karl, "Why you little..."

	Karl's danced away from Bull, and slapped away Bulls reaching
hands.  The two naked men begin to wrestle, and drew the attention of the
bar.  The older man is no match for a much larger Bull and soon find
himself over Bulls shoulder.

	Bull slapped Karl's arse, and asked, "Laddy?"

	The loud pop is heard as Karl yells out.  "Oh! Gonna get you for
that."

	"Oh?"  Bull responded.  "What ya gonna do pops?"  There is another
smack on Karl's arse.

	"Gonna fuck you dry, ya big lug."

	Bull stopped, and lowered Karl slowly to the floor.  Their naked
body's rubbed as Karl descended.  Bull looked into Karl's eyes, a wicked
grin on his face, said, "Interesting."

	Bear raised his voice, "alright you two.  Stop it before you break
something."

	Bull looked over his shoulder at Bear and said, "Yes mother."

	He looked back to Karl, runs a hand over his short hair to his
neck, and grabbed it.  "Stud."

	Karl smiled back.

	"You hungry yet?" Bull asked.

	Nodding Karl replied, "Aye."

	"Well let's go see what Geno has to eat then," Bull said, as he
lead Karl to the kitchen with a arm around the mans shoulder.

	Sugar Lips seemed a little antsy so Travis had allowed the horse to
run.  He reining in the gelding, and brought him down to a walk as Travis
wanted to enjoy this ride.  He hardly got to ride and it was the perfect
day for it.  A bright, warm sun offered the perfect contrast to the cool,
Autumn temperature.  Large fluffy clouds cast their shadows on the land as
they sped by, and the wind played with the leaves that had fallen.  The
fields were empty of people, seeing how the harvests were in and there were
few travelers on the road.  It was a great day for a walk, however Travis
was glad that Bull allowed him to ride his mount.  Travis reached down, and
patted the large animal on the neck.  The two hit it off instantly.  Sugar
Lips was like his owner, large and intimidating yet calm and gentle.
	It was well past noon when Travis approached the guard shack on the
outskirts of Twine.  One of the guards sat in front of the shack and one
leaned in the door way.

	"Mighty big horse for such a young man."  Travis heard from the man
standing, as he came to a stop.

	"Excuse me sir's.  I need to find a General DeMonte."

	The younger of the two men who was standing said,

	"Now what would you be wanting with the General?  Your a little too
young to join."  The older man remained silent as he looked over Travis and
Sugar Lips.

	"I have messages for the General from the Bull," Travis replied.

	The younger man stepped away from the doorway and said, "A message
from a bull?  What kind of..."

	He was cut off by the older man,

	"Private!  Go on lad.  You'll find the General at the barracks.
Follow this road to the main road, then turn left.  You'll see the flags."

	"Thank you sir," replied Travis as he urged Sugar Lips forward.  He
saw the older guard nod with a tight smile, as the younger man stands with
mouth open.
	Travis has never been out of Manover and the larger town seemed
more alive.  Soldiers walked around in crisp uniforms, while others walked
around in various states of dress.  Turning left on the main street, Travis
followed the directions along a high brick wall.  He saw a set of flags
ahead, and saw soldiers leaving the compound.  The flags were set on the
sides of a large wooden gate and Travis rode Sugar Lips into a large, paved
courtyard.  He followed the sounds of metal being banged, and Travis spied
the blacksmith at his forge,set in a wooden coral.  As he neared Travis
could see that the only thing the man has on was a leather apron and boots.
He had a hard time tearing his eyes from the smiths wide, muscular back and
beefy arse, as he pounded on the hot metal.  His thick, hairy leg's were
planted shoulders width apart.  The mans arse, back and shoulders are
covered in a thick carpet of black hair.  It was hard to tell where the
mans shoulders ended and where his ears began.  His head, covered in thick
black hair, was wet with perspiration, and there was a bald spot on the
back of his head.

	A older man, who Travis just noticed, got the blacksmiths
attention.  He pointed out Travis then walked toward the young man.  The
blacksmith, looked over his shoulder, and caught Travis checking him out.
Travis saw that he got caught checking out this block of a man and his
cheeks turned red when their eyes met.

	"What would you be needing young sir?" asked the older man, as he
walked up to Travis.  Patting the horse, Sugar Lips nudged the oldster
"Hey!  I know this horse," announced the man.  "It's Sugar Lips.  Hey Dom.
Look.  It's Sugar Lips."  The smith took his eyes from Travis and looked
the animal over. Dominick, the smith walked up and said,

	"Well so it is.  How is it you be riding General Bulls horse lad?"
The smiths voice was deep and penetrating, and it moved thru Travis with
force, as if he was the hot metal and the smiths voice was the hammer.

	"Mister Bull sent me to deliver some letter to General DeMonte,
mister smith sir."

	"Not only a looker but polite as well, eh Dom?" The oldster said
with a broken tooth grin.

	"Yes he is." The smith said, almost to himself.  "Come on down from
there laddy, I won't hurt ya."

	Travis dismounted and with the smith being so close, his body slid
down the smiths.  With one foot on the ground and one still in a stirrup,
Dominick presses his thick body against Travis.  Running a strong hand
under Travis's thigh to his arse.  Dominick's other arm snaked it's way
around his waist as the smith whispered in his ear.

	"No worries laddy.  Ol' Dom's got ya."

	Travis felt the mans scruffy face on his neck and shivered.  Travis
ran his hands over the smiths hand and hairy forearm as he nuzzled the
scruffy face into his neck.  Travis felt the tight, iron hard muscle in the
smith, as one hand eased to a nipple, and worked it, softly.  Travis could
also feel blunt fingers stroking his scrotum as this sexual beast said.

	"Why don't you go deliver your letters then come back and pay us a
visit?"

	"I'd like that," replied Travis.

	"You'd like that..." Dominick smacked Travis's arse smartly, "what,
boy?"

	"I'd like that, SIR."  Travis responded, crisply.

	"Good lad."  Replied the smith and stepped back from Travis.

	Travis finished dismounting and turned to Dominick.  He looked into
the smiths clear brown eyes, and in a heartbeat had his young arms wrapped
around the smiths neck, kissing his face and neck.  He hugged the man
tight, and the smell, a combination of horse, hot metal and leather,
aroused Travis like never before.  His britches had never felt so tight.
Surprised at first, Dominick then relaxed and rubbed Travis's back and
arse, softly.  He Chuckled and said,

	"There there now laddy, we got all day.  Go do you duty and come
back to ol' Dom."

	Travis reluctantly peeled himself away from the smith, and fell
into his warm brown eyes and weathered face.  He broke the eye contact,
looked down and nodded.

	"Yes Sir."  Travis turned and dug the letter out of the saddle bag.
As he started to leave, Dominick grabbed him by the arm.  His thick hand,
like a vice, pulled Travis to him.  That hand moved to the back of his neck
as he said,

	"A little reminder."

	He lifted his other arm, and shoved Travis's face in his large,
very wet, and very hairy arm pit.

	Travis moaned, stuck out his tongue, and lapped the mans wet pit.
The smith removed the eager mouth and stood back.

	"Good lad.  Now go."

	Travis smiled, turned, and walked toward the head quarters building
with a wet face, and far dirtier clothes then when he arrived.

	Travis entered the head quarters and found a soldier, sitting
behind a desk.  The young man looked up from his work, as Travis
entered. The soldier sat up, placed aside his pen, and waited for Travis as
he approached.

	"What would you be doing here, lad?"  Inquired the soldier as
Travis stepped up to the desk.

	"I have letters for General DeMonte, sir."  Travis replied, and
showed the letters he carried.

	The man reached for the pen, returned to his work and said,

	"Just leave them.  I'll make sure he get's them."

	Travis stood there, unsure.  The soldier looked up from his work,
thrust out a hand and said.

	"Here."

	Travis held the letters to his chest.

	"I was told to give them to the General himself, sir.  "If anyone
gives you a hard time, tell them that these are from The Bull and for
General D's eyes only," sir."  Travis recited his instructions for the
soldier.

	The man sat back, and looked at the determined young man.

	"I see," he said with a sigh.  "Very well," responded the soldier
and put up his pen.  He stood and said to Travis, "follow me," as he
stepped around the desk and started up the tiled stairs.  His polished
boots clicked on the tiled stairs as the pair ascended.  They came to a
door, the soldier rapped smartly three times.  A deep voice responded thru
the closed door.

	"Yes!  What is it?"

	"Corporal Meister Sir.  There is a young man here with letter, he
say's are from The Bull, Sir."

	"Send him in, Corporal."  The corporal opened the door, stood to
one side for Travis to enter.

	Travis entered the Generals office and saw the General, who sat
behind a large, dark wood desk.  The big man looked "fatherly", yet
intimidating.  He had a full head of silver hair and a full, neatly trimmed
beard.  His white, formal military shirt was undone at the neck, reveling
white chest hairs.  The sleeves were rolled up, exposing large, dark furred
arms.  The General appraised Travis from head to toe.  Dusty, messed brown
hair and well patched old clothes, that hung on a too thin frame.  Wide,
doe like eyes took in his surroundings.  With a crooked smile, he waived
Travis to come closer and said,

	"Come closer Lad."

	Travis stepped up to the desk.

	"Sir."

	He looked up to the Corporal, and dismissed him,

	"That will be all Corporal."

	 The Corporal came to attention and replied, "Yes Sir."  Turned
smartly, and closed the office door behind him as he left.

	Travis watched the Corporal leave, then returned his attention back
to the General, and saw the man smiling openly at him.

	"I see you've met our Blacksmith."

	Travis looked down and saw the dirty hand prints on his clothes.
He turned red and softly replied,

	"Yes sir."

	"What's your name son?"  DeMonte asked.

	"Travis, sir."

	"So.  Travis.  What is it with these letter from Bull?"  DeMonte
asks as he leaned forward, and rested his elbows on the desk.

	"Oh!"

	Travis remembers his reason for being here and extends the letters
to the General.  DeMonte took the letters and flipped thru them, and read
to whom they are addressed.  He came to the letter addressed to him, and
grabbed a knife from the desk, broke the seal and read the missive.

	Travis watched the General and saw his bushy white eyebrows rise
while he read.  DeMonte set the letter down then sat back, lost in
thoughts.

	"Damn Erik," DeMonte said to himself.

	"Sir?" Travis asked.

	DeMonte looked to Travis and asked the young man.

	"How well do you know Bull, Travis?"

	He shifted nervously, and responded.

	"Not well sir.  I was just with Mr. Karl when we found Jimmy."
DeMonte's eyebrows lowered as he asked,

	"Karl?  Jimmy?"

	Travis opened his mouth, his mind rushed.

	DeMonte stood and came around the desk.  He pointed to a chair,
tells Travis to have a seat.  He then pulled a chair closer to the lad and
sat, with leg's wide.  Travis saw a impressive bulge on the large man, then
looked up to his face and sees the General looking at him with a smile.
DeMonte reached out and placed a large, hairy hand on his knee and said,

	"Why don't you start from the beginning."

	Travis recounted his involvement with finding Jimmy and his
relationship to Karl.  Explained life on the streets and evading Daden
Sweet's men.  General DeMonte is disturbed with the happening in Manover.
He is also bothered by this lad's cold, almost detached view of life.
Travis finished with,

	"I still can't believe that I am here with that huge mans trust,
horse and gold."

	Travis reached in his pocket and showed the General the golds Bull
had given him.

	DeMonte, with a elbow resting on a knee, looked from the golds to
Travis.  He sat back he took a deep breath, looked up then back to Travis.
Leaning forward he asked softly,

	"Son.  How would you like to stay with us?  You'd have a place to
sleep, food to eat, and no Daden Sweet to worry about.  Besides our
Blacksmith seems to have taken a liking to you."

	The General pointed to a hand print on Travis while he smiled.
Travis looked back at the General,

	"I don't know sir.  I mean what would I do?  I'm not sure I want to
join the military."

	DeMonte barked a laugh.

	"Your too young and far too small for that Son but, I could use a
runner and you would be paid."

	"I'm not sure sir," Travis replied, shaking his head.

	"Well think on it, no need to decide right this minute."

	DeMonte slapped his knee with a thick, furred hand, and announced.

	"In the mean time, your our guest.  Have to get you cleaned up and
food in you."

	"Sir.  The letters?"  Travis asked.

	The General stood and turned to the door, answered,

	"You've done your job son, I'll take it from here."

	 He opened the door and in a commanding voice, called for the
corporal.  The General then returned to his desk and pulled out a
parchment.  Corporal Meister appeared at the doorway,

	"Yes Sir."

	DeMonte looked up, "Corporal, send for Sargent Dieter and Von.
Have them report here as soon as possible."

	"Yes Sir!"  Corporal Meister responded, then left to carry out his
orders.

	DeMonte then wrote a letter, folded it and set it down.  He then
took the letters from Bull and in turn, wrote something on the reverse side
of each letter.  Boots could be heard coming up the stairs and both Travis
and DeMonte looked up to see three men at the doorway.  DeMonte waved the
men to enter and said,

	"Come in gentlemen, thank you corporal."

	The two men entered, and came to stand at attention in from of the
Generals desk.

	"At ease gentlemen."

	One man is dressed in a work uniform, the other has on boots and
pants, held up by suspenders.

	"Sargent Dieter."

	"Sir!"  The shirtless man replied.

	"I want you to pick four of your fastest riders.  Make sure they
have provisions enough for up to three day's, then bring them to see me."

	"Yes Sir," responded Dieter.

	"Dismissed Sargent."

	"Yes Sir."  Dieter replied, came to attention, turned on a heal and
left.

	"Sargent Von."

	DeMonte addressed the man, who replied with a

	"Sir."

	He handed the letter he has just written, and gave instructions to
the Sargent.

	"Take this to the man called Bull.  You will find him at the
Rainbow Tavern in Manover.  I want you to make best speed.  When you
return, I want you to inform me in person."

	"Yes Sir."

	DeMonte looked out the window, then to the time piece that sat on a
table behind Travis.  He gave the doe eyed lad a smile and a wink to
reassure him.  He turned to Von and continued,

	"It will be late by the time you get there, and I don't want you in
unnecessary danger, Sargent.  So spend the night and enjoy the Bulls
hospitality.  Return here first thing in the morning."

	"Yes Sir.  Thank you Sir."

	"Dismissed Sargent."

	The Sargent came to attention, saluted and responded with,

	"Yes Sir!" He turned smartly on a heal and left.

	DeMonte looked to Travis and said.

	"Let's get you taken care of."

	DeMonte stood and grabbed the uniform jacket on the back of his
chair, donned it and with a hand to Travis said.

	"Come along son.  We'll let Dominick get you settled."

	Travis left the office, followed by the General.

	Travis followed the General down the stairs and across the court
yard.  The smithy is quiet and Travis can see that the forge has been
banked.  With no one is sight, the General called out.

	"Dominick."

	The smith came from a back area, naked except for boots and a old
rag in hand.

	"General."

	Dominick saw Travis and a wicked grin appeared upon his face.  With
a hand on Travis's shoulder, DeMonte said,

	"Our young friend will be staying with us this evening.  Since you
seem to have taken a liking to the young man, I will leave him to your
care.  Make sure he get's cleaned up and fed."

	Turning to Travis he said,

	"Dominick's a good man.  He'll take good care of you.  Come see me
with your answer, son."

	The General nodded to the smith then headed back to the head
quarters.  Travis watched the General depart when he stopped and turned and
said.

	"Oh.  Find him some better clothes."

	Travis turns back to face the naked smith.

	"Well." Dominick said as he walked up to Travis.  The man reached
out and began to slowly unbutton Travis's shirt.

	"I'm sure we can find you something to wear and getting you cleaned
up will be a pleasure."  Predicted the smith with a smile.

	 He removed Travis's shirt and tossed it aside.  He then examined
the young mans body.  He lightly ran his thick calloused hands over
Travis's chest and belly.  His smile is replaced with a look of concern as
he said,

	"Damn son.  Your just skin and bones.  Your gonna have to eat
better.  Grow up to be big like ol Dom here."

	The Smith raised his huge arm, and flexed him muscles.  Travis
looked at the big solid arms with veins that stuck out under tight skin.
Once again he smelled the scent of the smith and began to shake.  He
reached up with trembling hands, and ran his finger over the smiths huge
arm and moist arm pit.

	"Good lad."

	Travis barely heard the smith soft voice.

	Travis closed the distance, and brought his lips to the smiths big
bicep.  He kissed the muscle and felt it with his hands.  There was no give
to the bulging mass.  A moan escaped Travis, and he buried his face in the
smiths dark, wet pit.

	"So you like ol Dom's smell eh?"

	"Yes Sir," came a muffled reply.

	"That's a good boy."  Dominick replied.

	Travis ran his hands across thick, hairy back and over his big,
hairy chest.  He felt the moist hairs of the mans chest and moved to smell
him there.  He then rubbed his face in the hair, and licking the sweaty
crease under his big chest muscle.  The lads hands roamed down the smiths
large, hard and furry belly.  He reached farther, and finds Dominick's hard
cock.  The smith slapped his hand away and grabbed him by the back of the
neck.  Travis looked up to the smith, confusion and surprise on his face.
Dominick looked into the Travis's eyes and spoke softly.

	"Don't touch my cock.  The only thing I want to feel on my cock, is
your sweet lips."

	He then reached up to Travis's face and ran a thumb across his
mouth, and said,

	"These lip's."

	He then reached behind the lad and grabbing his ass, continued.

	"And these lip's.  Understood?"

	Travis nodded his reply.

	"Good lad."

	Dominick stepped back from Travis, and appraised the youth.
Travis's pants were tented, with a large wet spot that proclaimed the lad's
desires.  Travis reached for his crotch, to adjust his raging hard-on and
to make himself more comfortable.  The smith barked a,

	"NO!"

	Travis froze.

	"Don't touch yourself, unless I say so.  In fact," he said to
himself as he reached above, and retrieved a set of manicals.  He turned
back to Travis, and ordered.

	"Strip son."

	Travis stepped out of his boots while he shucked his pants.  Soon
he stood before the smith completely naked, his young cock hard as steel.
Dominick stepped behind the trembling youth, attached the manicals and
said,

	"Now you can't touch yourself."

	He stepped up close to Travis, his hard cock pressed against his
young ass and his scruffy face, scratched his neck.

	"Gotta keep you horny, and eager."

	As he came around the front, Dominick does one, light stroke on the
lads prick, that sent shudders thru the lad.  He came up close to his face,
and Dominick teased Travis with a light touch here and a calloused finger
there.

	"So you like to smell ol Dom, eh?  I bet you wanna suck my cock,
don't you boy?"

	"Oh yes sir."

	"On your knees," Dominick ordered.

	Travis sank to his knees on the dirty smithy floor, and reached for
the mans cock with his eager mouth.

	Dominick stepped back, and snickered.  Travis let out a
disappointed moan.  The smith grabbed a handful of Travis's hair, twisted
the lad's head back and stood over him.  Travis's face is under the smiths
crotch and his pungent aroma filled his nose.  His balls are huge and tight
to his crotch and that cock, like his arms, are fat and vieny.  Travis saw
the thick precum gathered in the folds of it's skin.  Dominick grabbed his
cock and squeezed it, he pulled back the skin.  The scent of man cheese
attacked Travis's senses, and sent him mentally over the edge.  No man has
ever been like this.  No sex was ever needed this bad.  No cock was ever
that in need of being sucked.  Karl was a fine man but, the man before him,
this man over him deserved to be worshiped.  Dominick slapped Travis's face
with his cock and rubbed it at across his lips.  His cock left wet streaks
and a cheesy trail across the youth's face.  Travis's tongue is out as it
searched for more, it ran across his lips then reached for that cock.

	"Please let me suck your cock, sir."

	Dominick let Travis go and stepped back, he smiled down at the lad
on his knees before him.

	"Knew you were a cock sucker when I first saw ya.  Alright boy.
Come on and suck ol Dom."

	Travis scrambled up to Dominick with a open mouth, his tongue lead
the way.  He engulfed the mans cock and probed it with his tongue.  Moans
and purrs came from Travis as Dominick rested a hand on his head, and said,

	"Good boy.  Make ol Dom's cock feel good."

	Going further down on the man's cock, Travis gagged as it touched
the back of his throat.  He started to pull off that hot and hard meat,
when Dominick grabbed his head in both hands.  The smith began to thrust
his hips forward till Travis gagged, then eased off.  Again he feeds the
young man his meat till he gagged and eased off.  Soon Travis has stopped
gagging and takes the man's cock deep. He beat Travis's throat with his
cock, as the lad's throat learned to accept the cock, and learned when to
breath.  His nose buried in the moist, ripe pubic hairs as he heard
Dominick say.

	"I've marked you with my scent, now I'm gonna mark you with my
seed."

	Dominick grunted, and filled Travis's sucking mouth with his load.
He grunted, and shook with each thrust.  Travis screamed around the thick
cock as he spilled his young seed on the smithy floor at Dominick's feet.
Travis continued to suck the mans softening cock, eager for more as
Dominick jerked in spasms.  He pulled his spent and tender meat from
Travis, reached down and pulled the lad to his feet. He looked him in the
eye, and said.

	"That was great son.  You sure know how to please a man.  I can't
wait to get in your arse."

	Travis is filled with pride at the compliment and that he could
make this man satisfied.  Dominick covers Travis's mouth with his own,
kissed him deeply.  He licked his young face with a big fat tongue, and
reached back to undo the manicals, and let them drop to the floor.  Travis
immediately has his arms around the man, returned the kiss and sucked that
fat tongue.  Dominick broke the kiss and asked,

	"Hungry?"

	Travis replied,

	"Yes sir.  You?"

	"You have no idea son."  Dominick said with a shit eating grin.