Date: Sun, 21 Sep 2014 02:47:34 -0400
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: No Good Reason Why Not

			  NO GOOD REASON WHY NOT
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
		      WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM

     My first day of work on the McKeever Ranch wasn't so bad. I'd grown up
on a farm, after all, and a ranch wasn't all that different, more animals
and less crops, but that was about it. My own family had kept cows and a
couple of horses and if you know one cow, you know them all. I'd ridden
enough horses not to make a fool of myself on one, and though my butt was a
little sore after this first day, it wasn't nothing I couldn't live with.
     Still, I was pretty darned worn out, and more than ready to spend my
first night in the small bed for me, in the small bunkroom over the
barn. Beneath us was milk cows and horses and a large portion of hay, but
this small area was almost a regular bedroom, with two beds. One for me,
and one for Coltrane.
     Coltrane was the other ranch hand; the McKeevers only had the two of
us. They'd also had two sons but the sons had grown up and married and left
home, and the parents had hired Coltrane when the first had left some four
years ago, and the second had left home just last week. So they'd hired me,
as well.
     Coltrane was a hell of a big man, broad-shouldered, slim-hipped,
ruggedly handsome in a leathered-weathered way, rough-mannered, able to
pick up a fence post in one hand and lever it into the posthole just like
that. I'd tried it for myself when he wasn't looking, and it takes a hell
of a lot of power to do that, the posts weighed about forty pounds each at
a guess. I'd had to grab the post again in a hurry and then stagger over to
put it in the hole. Coltrane grinned at me as I did that, I don't know if
he saw me or not, trying to do what he'd done, but he didn't say
anything. Just that grin, which in its way, was worse than if he had said
something.
     So I got up to the bunkroom after washing myself off (we had a sort-of
bathroom in the barn downstairs which also functioned in ways such as
providing water for the cows and horses, and the shower I'd used was also
used to wash the horses), and when I walked in the door, I stopped dead in
my tracks.
     Coltrane was lying on his bunk, stark staring naked! I was agog,
because frankly, I'd never really seen a fully naked man before. And
Coltrane, my God! He was so damned strong, I knew, but I'd never realized
how that would make his body into...my God! So hairy, too, his chest was a
mass of thick curled hairs as black as those on his head, enough that you
couldn't see the nipples on his chest, but the curves of his muscles were
marked by darker sections of the fur that adorned him from neck to
navel. Below that, the hair patch narrowed, so that below his navel, it
made a narrow isthmus of hair before flaring out into the heavier patch of
his pubic hair. Below that, the hair was scraggly before getting thicker
below his knees. But the hair didn't, couldn't, defeat his masculine
organ. A heavy, darker-toned, broad banana of flesh lay across there, like
an obscene question mark with his balls like a double-dot beneath (If I'd
been able to see them through his fur, that is). One of his legs was on the
floor, that splayed his crotch wide, showing me all of it.
     "You getting a good look?" Coltrane said.
     "Huh?" I looked up at his face, blushed heavily. "Sorry, I just wasn't
expecting it, that's all."
     "That's okay, kid." Coltrane said. "This hot weather, you might as
well get used to seeing it."
     "I guess so."
     "You can go naked too if you want to."
     "That's okay." I said. I wasn't about to put myself in a comparison
with this big guy, I knew I'd lose and lose big.
     "No good reason not to." Coltrane went on. "Sharing this room all
night after working together all day. "Might as well get comfortable with
each other, shouldn't we?"
     "Yeah, I guess so." I agreed. I still wasn't going to sleep in
anything less than my boxers, not my underwear, just a pair that I wore
when I was in bed.
     "No reason not to be friendly with each other." Coltrane went
on. "Help each other out when and where we can."
     "Sure, Coltrane." I was more than ready to agree to that. After all, I
was on my own for the first time (well, my family lived less than twenty
miles away, but you don't want to go running back home any more than you
have to when you strike out to live on your own), so allies in the struggle
for life was fine with me. "I'm more than willing to help you out."
     "Good." Coltrane said. "Now get over here."
     I'd been about to get into my own bed, I stopped and turned. "Huh?"
     Coltrane had his hand on his cock and it was hard, he waggled it as I
stared at it. "Get over here and suck my cock."
     I was scandalized and my mouth worked for a while until I could come
up with words for it to say aloud. "I"m not going to do that!"
     "Why not?"
     "Huh?"
     "Why not suck my cock, Andy?"
     "But...but...."
     "So get over here and get to sucking it!" Coltrane ordered.
     "I can't do that!"
     "Why not?" He said again. "What reason do you have that says you can't
suck my cock?"
     "Because...because...." Okay, in all my born days, I never figured on
having to explain why I shouldn't get down on my knees and slurp on another
man's prick! "Because I can't."
     "So tell me why. I can't think of one good reason why you shouldn't
suck it, myself." Coltrane waggled his cock at me again, and I stared at
it, fascinated like a mouse before a cobra. The cockslit was leaking a
clear glob of precome that grew as I looked at it. Soon, it would slide
over and drip off in a long, clear strand of crystal rope that reached for
the floor with it teardrop head. Would it break before it reached it?
     "Because people would think it was weird." I found an answer
finally. Not my best first answer, I know, but again, you don't expect to
have to answer this question!
     Coltrane considered this. "But I'm not going to tell them. And if you
don't tell them, they won't ever know, will they?" I had to nod my head in
agreement to that. "Try again."
     "Because I'm not supposed to. It's wrong."
     "Says who?"
     "God. The Bible."
     Coltrane again considered this. Shook his head. "Thought you said you
didn't believe in God."
     I hadn't been baptized nor did I attend church. "Well, I don't. Or not
exactly...."
     "So that doesn't count, not unless you're a full believer in God."
Coltrane concluded. "So what other arguments have you got? Tell me why you
can't get over here and suck on my cock, working it until I blow a hot load
of man-spunk into your mouth. Especially since I want you to do it."
     "Well...." I temporized.
     "Only reason I can think of might be, that you don't want to do it. Is
that what it is?"
     "Uh...."
     "Are you telling me you don't want to suck my cock? Even though I'm
telling you to get over here and suck on it. Is that what you're saying?"
     I shook my head no.
     "So get over here and get to sucking on it." Coltrane said again.
     I took one half-step in his direction, stopped. What was I doing?
     "Get over here. Now!" Coltrane ordered me firmly.
     It was like I was sleep-walking. I walked over to his bed, next to
him. As I did, the glob of precome I'd watched before slid down his glans
and reached for the floor, just like I'd imagined it would. The head of it
grew as it fell, and the strand of clear fluid broke, it fell onto the
floor between my legs. I felt a sense of loss at that. If I'd been quicker,
I could have caught it on my tongue and...
     What the hell was I thinking here? This was messing up my head!
     "Get down and suck it!" Coltrane's words were hard as steel. He wasn't
asking me, he was ordering me. I'd been told by Mr. McKeever to do whatever
Coltrane told me to do. Learn my job from him. I'd agreed to do just
that. Raised from childhood that you keep your word no matter what. The
time to object is beforehand, before you're hired on, not afterwards after
you've shaken hands with your boss.
     So I did what he told me to do, I knelt down and reached out and took
his cock as he let go of it. It was warm as a live animal in my hand,
feeling of velvet where it wasn't punctuated by the tickle of his hairs
from below.
     "Come on, get to sucking it!" Coltrane's voice was gentler now that I
had hold of him, was kneeling down with his cock close enough that I
fancied I could feel the heat of it on my face. "Get those lips around it
and suck!"
     The lack of choice here was strangely liberating. I didn't have to
decide if I wanted to do this, all I had to do was what I was told. So I
leaned over and got my mouth onto his cock. The feel and taste of the glans
on my tongue was like tasting leather, except where the precome was, a
salty area that stuck to my tongue like a watery glue. My nostrils were
filled with the smell of his body, a hot, musky scent I usually associated
with the bulls or stallions. Hot maleness waiting to be used to bring new
life into being.
     My mouth oozed saliva at these flavors, these smells, this feel. I
used the spit as a lubricant to let me suck on him deeper, take him into my
mouth far more than I could have if I'd left him dry.
     "Yeah, that's the way, that's it, suck my cock, Andy! Suck my cock,
take it deeper, do it faster, come on, suck it harder, kid, suck it
harder!"
     I did the best I could and Coltrane moaned, in pleasure and
frustration. After a short time of suffering my inexperienced lips on his
pud, he groaned and said, "Like this, damn it, suck it like this!" And my
head was grabbed in his broad, hairy hands and then my face was being
shoved back and forth, instead of sucking him, he was ramming my head up
and down so that I sucked like that, just by holding onto his cock as he
forced me into his own rhythm of pleasure.
     Hot, animal grunts slipped from his lips as he forced my movements on
his prong, bestial sounds of satisfaction that took no heed of whether I
was comfortable or if I was liking what he was doing to me, to my face, to
my humanity. I was just a physical convenience to him, and nothing else.
     The realization of that was...electrifying! I felt a sudden rush of
passion into my loins, like I was catching the animalness of this moment,
nothing about any of this was about love, or kindness or regard, or any of
the human emotions, this was raw rutting that two beings did, and in that
rut there was no right or wrong, good or evil, light or darkness. It
just...was.
     I felt that rush of hormones into my cock and got hard as a rock, and
I reached down and began to pump my own pud. God, I was hot, so fucking
hot! Sucking this big man's dong and jerking my cock, it didn't owe
anything to love or romance or relationship. It wasn't even two men
enjoying each other, exactly. He ordered, and I obeyed. My getting into it
was just a sort of icing on the cake.
     But I was into it and I pummeled my prick.
     Coltrane moved his lower foot up and it reached out and touched my
scrotum and he wiggled his toes and that jiggled my balls.
     And that quick, I hit my climax and I creamed all over his leg! I
mean, just like some overexcited puppy, I splattered my young love-juice on
his hairy masculine leg.
     The orgasmic explosions in my brain were a revelation, I had never
before experienced this strong a climax, so powerful an orgasm, it shook my
body to its very core and shattered my very sense of self, causing it to
fall back where it had once stood, but not nearly so organized and
pigeon-holed anymore, just a pile of rubble that had been my life.
     I groaned around his hard dong and nearly fainted from the heady
sensation, but then I finished, and still panting, looked up at him,
fearful, as if squirting my squibs on his leg was going to make him get
angry and attack me.
     But he was amused, regally, as if a king were having sex with a
commoner, and knowing that the power he commanded had overwhelmed me. And
in that moment of knowledge of self-power, he was charitably forgiving me
my transgression.
     He waited like that until my breaths slowed to a more normal level,
then he began to force my head to move on him again, and this time, there
was a mechanical element to it. Not to him, his grunts of pig-like pleasure
were as loud as before, but now there was no part of it conceding to my own
joys, my own needs, it was get him off, damn it, right now, come on, hurry
up! The very sounds he made reflect that, they held a commanding tone to
them. Instead of uh-uh-uh, they were huh-huh-huh!
     I felt the heat building in his prick, and knew that he was getting
close. And in my own exhaustion of ejaculation, I was eager to get this
over with, I began to suck on him again, even as his own hands released me
as he was caught up in his climax.
     "Oh, God, I'm coming, Andy, I'm coming, here it comes, take it,
fucker, take it all, take it all, UH-HUH-HUH-GUH-UH-HUH-GUHHHHHHHHHHH!"
     I thought I was ready for this, I mean, I knew what happens when a man
comes, and God knows I'd splattered my own body numerous times before this
day. But I'd never held onto a cock while it was exploding, and Coltrane's
spunk-load was a lot heavier and thicker than anything my young dong had
managed so far.
     It hit me with the force of a hurricane, the hot packets of man-jizz
that pelted my tonsils and jetted into my throat in clumps that were too
big and too hot and too salty and too manly to swallow!
     I held on as best I could, but then I had to pull away, I pulled back,
holding onto it with my hand, and more of those wads hammered at my face, I
got his cream on my nose and eyelids and running down one cheek over the
corner of my mouth, then more that splashed my other cheek full-on, and
then it was only small globs that leaked out and I milked at this huge
come-monster and squeezed out the last drops of pearl-tinted delight, and
my throat managed to swallow the squibs at last and I reached out and took
his cockhead into my mouth and suckled away those pearls of manhood, and
Coltrane lay on his bed and moaned on and on, in the exquisite agony of a
man who had ridden the cyclone of his orgasm and be cast back to the ground
below as it dispersed, the path of destruction left behind as the only
evidence it had ever happened at all.
     I got to my feet, wiped at my face, the ropy strands of jizz smeared
partially upon my cheeks but now mostly on my hand, and I flicked my hand
downwards, shaking off the last of his liquid delight.
     Coltrane found his voice again. "Hah, damn, kid, that was one good
blowjob! Ah, yeah!"
     He straightened his body on his bed, pulled in the leg that held my
jizz still splashed upon it. "Now I can get to sleep."
     He pulled his covers over himself and said, "Put out the light and go
to sleep. We got work tomorrow. I might need you to suck my cock again
about lunchtime. No good reason why you can't, is there?"
     I didn't answer. Coltrane turned over on his bed so that he was facing
the wall. I looked at that big body, which had just been using me like an
old washrag to cleanse its nuts, and I felt the dregs of his spunk on my
fingers. I lifted it to my nose and smelled its raunchy, male strength. My
tongue moved by itself, flicking out to lick those last drops of creamy
male goodness.
     Then I turned out the light, went over to my own bed, got in, and fell
quickly and profoundly asleep.

                             THE END
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