By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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Nathan walked out of the ranch house and headed to the barn, his first day working on the Bar T. He had moved with his family out here to Wilson's Field three years ago and had managed to get the fundamentals of ranching, how to ride a horse, rope a calf, wrangle steer and haul hay, so he felt, even at the age of eighteen, that he was ready to do his part around the ranch.
"You pay attention to Clem." the ranch owner had told him sternly. "He knows more about ranching and handling cattle more than anyone I know. Just listen to him and do what he tells you to do and you'll be fine."
"Yes, sir." Nathan touched the brim of his brand-new Stetson with his forefinger in the sort-of salute a cowboy gives in greeting, farewell, or just acknowledgment of something they've been told to do, like Clem just did and he walked out of the house on his brand-new cowboy boots, wearing sturdy pants, a crisply clean shirt and over that a leather vest. His brown hair was covered by his cream-toned Stetson and his green eyes sparkled with eager anticipation. With his leather riding gloves in his back pocket, he felt as he walked the hundred yards to the barn that he was a genuine cowboy at last! He knew he still had a lot to learn, but was up to the task.
The ranch was green and serenely beautiful in the crisp, clean air of springtime, with the grass lush, green and dense, the wind blowing the grass in long, graceful waves that swayed back and forth like the ocean, a few small yellow flowers or longer stemmed wheat-like plants massed here and there as if striving to break the green monopoly of the grass of this domain. Trees were sparse in this part of the country, so you could see a long way if you were on a hill or in the middle of a plain, but the land rose gently then dipped so his own vision was barely a half mile with the barn the most visible thing about it. Cows were out there, but far enough away that they seemed to be so many malformed ducks floating on the green water and dipping their heads down to crop the bounty of the fields. The sky was clean blue with just a few clouds like balls of cotton in clumps of eight or ten that made no threat to turn gray and heavy with rain, they floated along like serene ships in the sky. The neigh of a horse sounded in his ears from the barn, Clem knew the barn held a half dozen horses used by the ranch hands and family to get about the acreage of the Bar T which extended for more than a mile in all directions but the south, where the road lay that was also the ranch's southern boundary.
It was only when he got near the barn did he hear the man's cry, a sound of what seemed to be agony, for he was crying out, "Ahhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, uhhh, uhhh, uhhh!"
Worried, Nathan raced the last few steps to the door and grabbed, worked the latch on the small side door next to the wider wagon gate.
He dashed inside then stopped stock-still in shocked astonishment. "What the tarnation?" he blurted out.
The barn held a small table little more than an elevated bench and Jed was in there, bent over the table and resting his top half on it, feet on the ground and it had been him crying out, because Clem's horse, Blaze, was atop the man, his prodigious horse-cock shoved into Clem's ass and was thrusting into him with rapid, hard strokes. Clem was just moaning, but then he cried out and his spunk squirted out under the table to land on the hay-covered ground. Blaze was snorting and puffing and no doubt had loaded a huge glob of horse-spooge inside Clem's ass.
Blaze snorted and clambered off the prone man's ravaged ass and back onto the ground.
Clem moaned atop the table, his butt leaked horse-goo from the hammering it had received.
"What the hell wuz you doin' in here, Clem?" Nathan asked, his proper grammar taught in school failing him in his astonishment.
"What are you doing here already?" Clem retorted, totally unashamed of what he had just done. He stood back up and turned, his cock dangling about his pants which he had lowered to knee-height, showing off his family jewels in all their plump glory, and his hairy legs clear to Nathan's view, then grinned and hitched his trousers back up to his waist and fastened them, refastening his thick leather belt with the shiny silver belt buckle he'd won in the county rodeo some two years ago.
Clem was a black-haired stud of thirty-five or so, and his clothes were an older, dustier, more worn version of Nathan's, with the dirty-cream Stetson, the off-white shirt, scratched leather vest, worn and dusty pants and toe-scuffed boots. He walked over to Nathan with only a slight list to his strut, probably due to the huge horse-dick he had just taken.
"You let a horse jam its pole up your back-hole?" Nathan inquired in awe.
"Yep, shore did." Clem declared. "I do that once or twicet ever' week."
"I'll be durned if I understand." Nathan said. "Don't it hurt like hell?"
"It can, 'til you git yourself used to it." Clem agreed. "After that, it feels better'n plugging any four-bit whore and a lot more satisfying to the soul."
"I'll be damned." Nathan stated in wonder. "I can't see how you took that monster Blaze was packing." He'd seen the still-stiff cock of the horse as it dismounted Clem, it stuck out from the horse's underside nearly a yard long, as big around as a man's forearm and boasting a broad flower-shaped head that would have torn a man up inside from the look of it. Of course, Clem had taken it and was still walking so that didn't make sense.
"How'd you get that fist-sized cockhead up your arse?" He asked.
"Oh, it don't go in that big, it swells up like that after he's inside you. You look at it regular, it's only a little bigger around'n his dong was when you seen it."
"I'll be durned." Nathan asked in awe. "I couldn't dream of taking that big a pecker up my backside. It'd rip me to shreds and back."
"You don't start off with the horse." Clem told him. "You got to work your way up with a regular man's dick or two. Me and my old partner Red Jake did it reg'lar when we was working the Lazy J a few years ago, but he got thrown by a black stallion he was trying to break to the saddle and it did him in so bad, he had to move back East to live with his cousins. I been on my own since, and naturally I turned to my horse."
"Couldn't you have found a woman to court instead?"
Clem snorted. "You seen the towns hereabouts, haven't you? How many women you see in them there towns?"
"Oh." Nathan agreed, he had seen only a few women and those had mostly been "four-bit whores" with their snaggled, misshapen teeth, ratty unkempt hair and weathered, torn frocks that were meant to make the woman pretty but mostly just make her look worse. The other few women were either firmly married to wealthier men who wouldn't dream of looking at a cowhand like Clem or Nathan, or were aged she-males that dressed and acted like men and had no use for a man or what a man packs in his pants on the whole. Loud-mouthed, cursing man-haters one and all. "I see what you mean."
"But ol' Blaze here, him and me are the best of pals. Ever' since I been making myself his filly now and then, he's happy and eager to see me and carry me anywhere I want him to go. I allus thought the Injuns tamed their wild horses that way, horses are like men, give them a good lay and they'll follow you anywhere."
Clem cocked an eye at Nathan. "You better think about it and think fast, because if you're going to live out here, you got to either do like me or visit Ms. Rosy Palm for your pleasures, 'cause there ain't no other choices out here."
"Well." Nathan said. "Boss wants you and me to ride out to the west forty and fix the fences there."
Clem nodded. "Yep, he and the Box R Ranch don't get along much, you know. Had a water war here five y'ar ago over the rights to Billy's Creek and that fence has been there ever since."
Nathan considered this. "Then we'd better fix it up and fix it right."
"Damned right. Let's ride 'em, cowboy!"
The job in question would take overnight, so they picked up vittles from the ranch cook and loaded their saddles with hammer and staples and small shovels, and rode the mile and a quarter to the land in question. This land was only approximately forty acres, as the Creek was a further border between the two ranches, a miserable three feet wide and barely a foot deep, it was at least a dependable source of water for the cattle of the Bar T. The hard tack and jerky made a miserable meal but at least it would feed their bodies for the labor; the fence in question was a brutally vicious barbed wire covered with slender two-inch nail-like spikes that would put Nathan's gloves to the test as to their endurance.
Nathan rode his mare Sad Sadie alongside Clem and mused about what Clem had said. It was true that the nighttime sessions with his own right hand had begun to feel stale and unsatisfying. It used to be jerking his own pud at night was his favorite part of the day's end and made for a nice lazy Sunday afternoon when he was supposed to be attending to his Bible reading and prayers. But he was a man now and a man has needs a younger lad's busy digits can no longer supply.
He and Clem set to work, some sections of the fence appeared to have been deliberately torn down. The fence even extended over the creek in sections where it bent and the land didn't, shallower sections that the cattle favored on hot summer days, they'd wade out into the water and cool their bodies from the heated sun and drink to digest the scorched grass that was their only food during such days. Each ranch was eager for those pools to be entirely on their own land, so the fence marked them off and were cut away by their rival across the creek. The creek in question cut a ragged circle in this part of the Bar T, and distended it the opposite direction further down at the expense of the Box R.
So Nathan and Clem labored the day, in this isolated region both dared to bare their upper bodies to let their backs and arms sweat free of the confining cloth and getting toasted by the warm spring sun.
Nathan couldn't help but compare his own body to Clem's during this time, the man had strong, powerful arms and a broad chest that swelled, with his back muscles making swollen ripples as he flexed and bent and stooped and lifted the poles and set them back upright. Lumber had to be shipped by rail over a hundred miles to get to the ranch, so every pole that could be reused was reused, and they would have to return to replace the no-longer-usable poles with fresh ones after they were done with the patch job. One pole was used every twenty feet, the rest of it had to be covered by the barbed wire being pulled taut and stapled to the posts which had to be stuck into new or re-dug holes if the cows or man had pulled them out or askew.
When sundown arrived, it was a blessing even so, the heat of the sun is uncomfortable after you spend many unbroken hours in it as they had, so they gratefully redonned their shirts and built a fire to heat the tack and jerky, Clem using a pot to cook and soften the dried meat to make it more palatable, for the jerky was made on the ranch and took all your strength to tear off a piece with your teeth and more to chew it.
Their bellies full and the day's work done, with only a short stretch to go, Nathan felt comfortable lying with his head on the saddle and body on his horse blanket, same as Clem, looking at the man beside him and remembering the body that he had seen in the noonday sun.
After a while of idle talk and rumination, Nathan dug up the courage to speak to Clem more. "Clem, this morning, you wuz tellin' me 'bout the way you learnt to take a horse dick up your arse...."
"Yep." was all Clem answered.
"Well, I was wondering if I could maybe ask you to, uh, help me learn how you do it, you said a fellow needs a partner to do him first and I was thinkin' mebbe...." He trailed off again.
"You wuz thinkin' I got a pecker you could use." Clem finished for him with a grin.
"Yep, I wuz." Nathan allowed. "We'uns is alone out hyar and mebbe...."
"Now would be a good time to find out. Works for me." Clem agreed. "So, let's ride 'em, cowboy!"
Nathan had a bedroll, he had used it to cushion his saddle and he rolled it out while feeling bashful now that he had asked Clem for the favor. His stomach fluttered like it had a hundred moths in there all trying to batter their way out, or maybe it was the hard tack and soaked jerky mix his body didn't like. Or maybe it was the thought of what it must feel like to have a thick, hard cock up his bum. He'd never thought of such a thing before, but Clem had been so delighted by Blaze's dong, he'd squirted without even touching it. It HAD to feel durned good!
Clem was undressing and Nathan realized the man planned to take him nude. Well, it was a warm evening, if someone came upon them, they could claim it had been a hot day and they wanted to cool off overnight. He sat down and wormed off his boots to undress as well.
Clem was spitting in his palm and working it on his whanger and Nathan regarded the fat organ with a mood that mixed apprehension and eagerness into one emotion. What was he getting himself into?
Naked, Nathan lay back on the bedroll. Clem knelt down between his legs and looked at him. "You want it from front or the back?" he asked.
"Momma had the preacher talk to me about it, and he said that a man has to face the woman to fuck her. Any other way is unnatural."
Clem spat at that. "And getting fucked by a horse is unnatural, I assume? If'n you and me are going to do this, you and me are going to be bed partners in Hell."
Nathan felt the shackles of morality that had been shoved down his throat since childhood fall away as if they were made of spiderwebs. He let out a grin. "At least we'll be warm."
"Damned right." Clem agreed.
"Let's try it both ways and we'll see which one feels better." Nathan decided.
He got onto his hands and knees and Clem used this to work at Nathan's butthole, first with his fingers which he kept lubricated. "I wuz greasing up the wrong part, warn't I?"
"Yep." Nathan breathed. The finger was feeling so good that Nathan no longer feared the whanger between Clem's legs. "I reckon I'm as ready as I'll ever be." he said.
"All right." Clem spat some more and re-lubed his cock. "My pecker is going to be soggy by the time I'm finished at this rate." he commented as he rubbed it in.
He finally got a layer of saliva on it that didn't soak right into the skin and pushed the slippery head up against Nathan's asshole. "You ain't never had someone do this before, have you?"
"Nope." Nathan agreed. "Me and some buddies played with each other's peters with our hands a time or two, but that was it."
"Well, I reckon that means I'm popping your butt cherry." Clem declared. "Here we go!"
"Ride 'em, cowboy!" Nathan agreed.
Clem pushed hard at the younger man's body and Nathan groaned as his ass' sphincter was stretched out. "Oww!" he grunted. "That hurts, durn it."
"Goin' to hurt the first time." Clem returned. "You want me to stop."
Nathan paused only a second or two. "No, push 'er on in and I'll just suck it up."
"All right." Clem pushed again, harder and this time the glans breached the asshole's defenses and plunged into Nathan's body.
Nathan hissed, durned but it hurt like hell! "Oooooooooh!" he settled for saying, he had to say something or burst!
"Now if I push it in a bit more..." Clem did so and Nathan grunted in more pain but also...what was this?
"That's got it up again' your love-button." Clem said in satisfaction. "Lemme stroke it a bit for you."
He moved so that the flare of his glans brushed back and forth over Nathan's prostate gland.
"Ooh, ooh, oh, oh, OHHHH!" Nathan gasped. "That feels blamed good!"
"Shore does." Clem agreed. "Why I let ol' Blaze jam it in me. The bigger it is, the better it feels. Once you get it in there."
"Oh, oh, oh, keep doing it."
"I'll do even better." Clem shoved his cock the rest of the way in and Nathan felt his prostate brushed the entire time and he grunted in pleasure. Clem pulled back out and the prostate was rubbed the other way and he gasped again. Oh, that felt so good!
Clem began to thrust faster and Nathan laid his head down on the bedroll and groaned as he reached one hand under himself to pump his dong. That just added another dimension to his joy and he groaned and writhed and moaned and shuddered.
Clem was breathing hard and he said after a time, "I reckon I'm 'bout halfway done here, let's turn you over now."
"Okay."
Nathan rolled over with Clem's help, turning on Clem's cock like a pig on a spit. He scooted to get his back comfortable as he could (a bedroll on the ground is not the finest of beds) and Clem held his legs up in both hands and began to thrust anew.
In no time they were both up to the high point and Nathan knew he was pretty durned close to squirting it. "I'm 'bout to squirt it." he panted. "You might want to watch out."
Clem just grinned. "Let me take care of it."
He grabbed Nathan's cock (still pumping away only slightly slower as he gripped the young man's dong) and he jacked the hard rod so fast his arm was a blur to the sex-dazed Nathan and he groaned, "Oh, oh, oh, I'm gonna shoot it, man, gonna shoot it...NOW! UHH-UHH-UHHH, GUHHHH-HUNNNNNNNNNNNNN!"
Clem grinned wider and actually aimed Nathan's prick at his own body! Nathan watched with dazzled awe as his hot young cream gushed out in high squirting jets that peppered Clem's hairy muscled chest and ripped abs lavishly. Nathan could only moan and groan helplessly and he shuddered and shivered in climax even after his expended cock ended the spurts and only throbbed as the orgasmic sensations continued.
"Atta boy, Nate, you shot a man's load, all right." Clem praised him. "Now it's my turn." He let go of Nathan's still-hard cock and began to thrust at the tender ass faster and in a moment, he said, "Here I go, AHHH-AHHH-HAHHH-HAH, AHHHHHHHHHH-HUHHHHHHHHHH!"
Nathan felt the hot stinging seed pelt his innards and it was the most wonderful thing in the world. He felt like the choirs of angels were singing about him and the glory of Heaven shining on him. That preacher and his sermons be damned, THIS was the way for a man to find joy in this life and there wasn't a blessed things wrong with it at all. He held Clem as the man leaned down into his arms after his climax released him, panting hard and he stroked the strong back tenderly and when Clem raised his head again, Nathan quickly caught it and gave the man an all-out kiss of gratitude.
They rested a bit then Clem stirred himself and rose up. "Well, I'd better pull out my own bedroll and we get some shut-eye. We'll want to work the rest of that before it gets hot on us again. I think summer's gonna arrive early this year."
"It prob'ly will." Nathan agreed. He hesitated, then said, "Why don't you throw your bedroll up next to mine? Night's gonna get cool and the blankets we got aren't going to be enough I reckon."
"I reckon so, too. Red Jake 'n' me, we didn't have but one bedroll 'tween us the time we wuz together. I miss him so blamed much if'n I think about him too much."
They got into bed, putting their blankets over both of themselves without spoken agreement and Nathan took the older man in his arms. "I been thinkin' 'bout that horse 'n' all." he began.
"Whut 'bout it?" Clem asked.
"Now you 'n' me is together, I don't see no reason why you got to bring Blaze into it. You want something warm up your arse, jest ask me and I'll give it to you."
"That'd be right neighborly of you." Clem agreed.
They slept then, under the clear and half-moon-lit sky, the stars shining in vast splendor, in a number a city dweller never gets to see. A hundred million stars, and to Nathan, every one of them was the smiling teeth of the angels that were blessing their union. With that thought, he fell into deep and comfortable slumber, and dreams of him and Clem riding together from now, two comrades in fair weather or foul, good times or bad, following a single credo.
Ride 'em, cowboy!
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