A Western Saga

Note: This story has some loving, poignant scenes between father and son. If you find this offensive you might want to skip the first part of Chapter 13, or simply not read this story.

A Western Saga

(How the West Was Hung)

Chapter One

It was dark in the east and the sun was sinking over the rise in the west, like it was trying to run away from the dark clouds. I watched the kid walking toward the sunset, his shoulders back and his head high; a determined walk. It was put on; I knew he was scared. I didn't know how old he was, he probably didn't know either for sure, but compared to my twenty six, he was a kid. Nine or ten years is a big difference out here. He said he couldn't take it anymore; or he wasn't going to. I liked that about him, that he could up and walk away from something that rankled him.

I'm Skip McCroy, and this is my story.

"I tried to get him to stay." It was Jimmy Henderson coming up beside me; the other boy's best friend for most of the months he'd been with the crew.

"He knows what he's doing," I said, without looking around; I kept my eyes on the boy walking away. "He'll be all right." I wasn't sure I believed it, but I wanted to.

"I don't know if I could just up and walk off by myself like that, not knowing where I'd end up," Jimmy said.

"You and Bigger are two different people," I said. His name was Caleb but we called him Bigger because he was always telling Jimmy he was bigger than him, and he used the term "bigger'n shit" when he described something. I knew why the boy was leaving, although we never talked about it like to resolve anything. It rankled me that some of the guys didn't seem to care. Even Jake, the cook, was a bastard at the end. He wasn't going to feed the boy supper before he left.

"Nope, this is for the working crew," Jake growled when Bigger held out his plate.

That's when I stepped in. "He IS part of the working crew," I said.

"He's cuttin' out," Jake said.

"He put in a day's work, right along with everybody else, he's gonna eat supper just like everybody else," I said.

Jake was sitting on his stool, dipping out the barbeque beans and chunks of ham. He glared up at me, making no move to serve the boy.

"You can either serve him out of that pot, Jake, or have it turned up over your head, and I don't much give a fuck which it is," I said in an even tone.

He served the boy, barely one ladle full. That pissed me off. I grabbed the ladle and scooped up two more onto the plate then grabbed two big chunks of bread and tossed one on Bagger's plate. "He won't be bothering you for coffee," I said. I knew Bigger didn't drink coffee. He followed me and sat down beside me. We didn't talk.

When he'd finished eating and was getting ready to take off I went over to Jake and told him to pack up something for him to take with him.

"He's et' his supper, that's it. He's not part of the working crew anymore."

"No, he's a boy who's going to get hungry along the way and you're supposed to be part of the human race," I said.

"This is a chuck wagon, not a charity wagon."

"Well, fuck you, Jake," I growled and I moved past him to the back of the wagon and began taking out food and stuffing it into a cloth sack.

"Hey, you can't do that! That's tantamount to stealing!"

"Tantamount? Where the hell did you find that word? Do you even know what it means?"

"I means the same as," he said as he tried to take the sack from me.

"The same as what?" I asked as I grabbed his wrist and saw him look at my upper arm. He didn't answer. I'm a big guy and the arm must've looked menacing to him. "Well, it isn't tantamount to nothing, Jake, it is stealing," I said as I shoved him hard out of the way, causing him to stumble.

"The boss is going to hear about this," he screeched.

"I'm sure he will. You be sure and use that big word on him, see if he understands what the fuck you're telling him." I walked over to Bigger. He was ready to leave but I think he wanted the food to take with him and he was waiting to see the outcome. I handed him the sack.

"I don't want it," he said, pushing it away. "I wouldn't eat anything that son of a bitch offered me."

"That son of a bitch didn't offer you shit, son. This is my hand putting it out to you. Now take it. You'll thank me."

He did, reluctantly, and muttered, "Thanks." Then he walked off.

I wanted to hug him but I didn't. It would've embarrassed him. Sitting beside Jimmy, I watched him till he became a silhouette. Suddenly I jumped up and went over to where the horses were tethered and mounted my horse bareback. I reached down and un-tethered another horse and rode off after the boy.

"Hey! Bigger! Hold up!" I yelled as I came up on him. He looked around. "I brought you a horse."

"You've already been accused of stealing food, they're liable to hang you for stealing a horse."

"I didn't steal any food. You heard him, it's only tantamount to stealing," I said sarcastically.

"That's Ted's horse," Bigger said.

"Well, Ted's six feet under, three days ride back, he ain't gonna be needing it," I said. "We was just taking him back to his widow. I didn't think it'd be fair to give away the saddle."

"But you're giving away his horse."

"I'll settle that with his widow," I said. "Don't worry, she'll get a good price for the saddle. Ted wouldn't care if you had his horse. Anyway, you know what that fucker, Jake, will do, he'll charge Ted's wife for what the horse ate, cause Ted's no longer part of the working crew."

It was good to see him laugh. He was cute as fuck when he laughed. Well, he was cute as fuck period, he was just cuter when he laughed. He took the horse's reins and mounted him and tucked his bedroll and sack of food between his legs. "Well, I thank you again."

"I hate to see you go, Bigger," I said.

"I hate to leave, but I'm tired of being used."

"I know."

"I didn't sign on for that," he said. "I know I'm one of the youngest and I guess that's an attraction for a bunch of lonely, horny cowpokes, and it would've been all right once in a while but I didn't sign on for being their full time whore. It got to be every night, Skip, two, three times some nights. There were times when I was getting fucked and sucking two cocks at the same time. Sometimes I didn't get any sleep and I was just too tired to do my job next day. I guess Jimmy will be their young whore now."

"I didn't know it was that bad. Really, I didn't. You should've told me, I would've stopped it."

"They even tried to double fuck me the other night. I figured that's it, I wasn't going to let that happen."

"You know I was never part of that, but I feel bad that I never stepped in," I said. "I guess this is how I'm trying to make it up to you."

"I always liked sharing your bedroll, Skip. I liked how you made me feel?.safe. Besides feelin' good."

"I liked how you made me feel, too, Bigger," I said with a sly grin.

"I know," he said with a shy grin back at me. "I don't know how I can ever pay you back, Skip, for all you've done for me."

"Well, there is a way but??." I let the words hang there between us. He got my meaning and gave me that shy grin again.

"If you want to, Skip, I?.I guess I owe you that much," he said.

My heart skipped a beat; was he offering himself to me? If he was, I knew he meant completely. I sucked in the cool night air to keep my composure. "You don't owe me anything, Caleb," I said.

He cocked his head, still with his cute as fuck smile. "You called me Caleb."

"I think you ought start going by that name, wherever you end up. It's a good, strong name."

"Yeah, I guess I will."

He climbed down from the horse and stood there with his hands on his hips. "You gonna come down from there, or did you wanta do it on horseback?"

"Geezuss, Caleb, you could tempt the devil himself," I said as I slid off my horse and planted my feet wide apart, standing squarely in front of him. "What'd you wanta do?"

"You can fuck me if you want."

"No, I asked you what you wanta do," I said again.

"Anything with you, Skip. I?..what I'd really like is to spend one last night with you in your bedroll, and let nature take her course."

"Well, I didn't bring my bedroll," I said.

"We can use mine."

"All right. But not because you owe me," I added

I snatched his bedroll off the horse's rump and looked around for a place, some thick bushes growing out of a pile of rock. He led the horses and I rolled out the bedroll on the smooth ground between two small boulders. When I looked around, Caleb was taking off his clothes. I watched him in the soft light of dusk, shrugging off his shirt to bare his smooth, tight muscles. He had a nice chest, with tits that were so suckable; I'd spent my share of time doing that and kissing his warm, young body. When he came to my bedroll I always treated him like he was my lover in that way. I liked his stomach muscles too, the way they pulled and danced and rippled when he moved, especially when he was being fucked. He unbuckled his belt then pulled off his boots before he took his pants off. He was naked underneath and the sight of him, knowing he was giving himself to me, took my breath away.

"Geezuss, Caleb," I whispered.

"What?" he asked, with his innocent look.

"You're even cuter when you're naked."

"Aw, Skip, you're embarrassing me."

"I know," I said with a smile. Caleb watched me take my clothes off. I could feel his eyes raking over my body as I bared it to him.

"Fuck, I wish I was built like you, Skip," he said. "Especially down there."

"You got nothing to be ashamed of there, son. Hell, you'll probably pass me one of these days soon, you're not done growing."

"I always wanted to BE you," he said.

"No you don't. You be yourself. You're as good as they come, Caleb. The hardest worker I ever seen and an honorable man, even if you're barely old enough to be one. If I had a son, I'd want him to be like you."

He moved toward me and I took him in my arms and we went to the bedroll together. I don't know if he laid me down or if it was the other way around, but we were soon wrapped around each other like one of those loaves of bread that's folded over and over. It wasn't like we'd never been this close before but it was different this time. I had a strong feeling for the boy that was coming out all of a sudden that compelled me to show him how I felt. I found myself searching out his lips, finding them, kissing him. Fuck, we'd never done that before. He moaned softly and kissed me back. I mean, he really kissed me, tongue and all. I wondered where he learned to kiss like that. I asked him.

"I don't know, I never kissed anybody before," he said.

"Not even a girl?"

"What girl? I never knew a girl up close enough to kiss her."

"Well, you're sure going to make one happy when you do meet her," I said, and went back to the kiss. Our tongues lashing in his mouth, then mine, caused our cocks to harden even more, till they were bucking together and against our stomachs.

"I'm ready, Skip, if you are," he whispered. "And it feels like you are," he said as he reached between us for my cock. I felt him shiver when he took hold of it.

"Are you sure about this, Caleb? I felt you tremble when you took hold of my cock. I know I'm awfully big, you don't have to do it. We can do it by hand."

"You've got the biggest cock I ever saw."

"I don't want to hurt you," I said as I reached for his cock. "We could do more than a hand job, we could turn around and suck each other."

"You don't like to do that stuff, Skip," he scoffed.

"Not normally, but I would do it with you right now."

"I think you'd rather fuck me, and I want you to. Don't worry, it's not like I'm a virgin, I know what to expect, you know I can handle you."

"I don't want you to just handle me, son, I want you to enjoy it."

"I will," he said. "I know it's gonna hurt, but I know you'll make me feel good, too. You always did. You're not gonna rape me, Skip. With you, it'll be?.." He stopped.

"Be what?"

"I was gonna say, it'd be more like you're making love. Wouldn't it?"

"Yeah, I guess it would be more like that. You know what I think of you, Caleb; if I had a son?..but right now I'm glad you're not my son, 'cause I wouldn't be doing this with my son."

"You would if he wanted you to, I bet, just like I do."

While we talked, I'd been playing with his tight little butt, squeezing and kneading the muscles and rubbing my fingertip against his hole. I felt him loosening up and he was pressing back against my finger. I used some spit and shoved my finger inside him. His eyes got wider and he let out a little surprised gasp when I touched a certain spot inside him.

"You okay? Is that feeling okay?"

"Ohh?..Ohhh, Skip, it feels so good! None of the others ever did this. They never bothered getting me primed and ready for it, they just plowed into me."

"They're fuckin' animals. I'll see they don't treat Jimmy that way. I'm sorry I didn't??" He shushed me with his fingers on my lips.

"You got nothing to be sorry for, Skip. Fuck me. Show me how you feel, like you said. Give me that to take with me." With that he scrambled to his hands and knees with his butt facing me.

"Not like that," I said. He looked around with a disappointed look. "Not like a dog; turn around and lay back down."

He lay on his back and I slipped my arm under his shoulders to cradle him. "I want to see your face," I told him, and while I fingered his ass, I shoved my left knee under his right leg to tilt his lower body to the side. He raised his leg up and tilted his butt toward me. I used spit and slid my cock through my fist, guiding it to his asshole.

"You know this is going to hurt some, but if we're gonna do it I'm not going to baby you," I said. "I'm not going to stop till I'm all the way in.

"I know, it's okay, I want to feel you all the way inside me," he said.

"If you need to yell out, just put your mouth over mine and I'll swallow it," I said. I centered the head of my cock against his quivering hole and tightened my butt muscles to push forward. The head went through and he gasped, his eyes wide. I quickly found his mouth before he cried out and when he did, I swallowed his outcry. He turned it into another kiss, one that lasted the whole way in.

"You took that like a real man."

"There's no other way, when it's a man like you fucking me," he said. "It's the way you would take it if it was the other way around, I know you would never let anybody fuck you??."

"Nobody except you, maybe, Caleb," I put in with a grin. I didn't want him to think I was serious.

"But if you did let somebody else do it, it's the way you would take him, like a man, so I'm not going to be a pussy under you."

When he had worked through the pain I began fucking him. I used long, full cock strokes. He wanted to feel me all the way inside him and that's how I gave it to him. It wasn't a dog fuck like I knew he'd been used to getting. It wasn't really a fuck at all. It was more like he said, like we were making love. It turned into that for certain when we started kissing again. It was more making love, in fact, than I'd ever done with any woman. I didn't tell him, but if he'd stuck around, I wasn't so sure I wouldn't have let him fuck me. And I would've done a better job of protecting him.

As I made love to his sweet, young ass with my cock, I caressed his muscular young body, and kissed everywhere I could reach, even his armpits. I felt every inch of him, wanting to take the feel of him back with me. There was a fleeting moment of sadness that I might not ever see him again.

"You said you wanted something to take with you. How about a load of live sperm?"

"Yes, I want that more than anything, Skip. I want to feel you shoot it in me, and I want to feel it inside me as I ride along in the night. Something real and alive I can take with me."

I was sucking his tits when it ended. I shot my load in him without any warning. He let out a surprised groan when he felt the first of it spurting deep in his guts and he moaned all through it. He said it was like warm honey being squirted up inside him. In his pleasure, he shot off a load that landed across his entire upper body, some even on his face. I laughed and scooped it up off his face and fed it to him. He grimaced as he swallowed it.

"I want something real and alive of yours to take back with me," I told him as I leaned up over him and began licking off his cum.

"Aww, Skip, I can't believe you're doing all of this. You never kissed a guy before, did you? And I know you never ate another guy's cum."

"I never kissed a guy before you, Caleb. But you're not just another guy. You're special to me. I want you to remember that, so when you're riding along, you know you're not alone," I said. "And I want you to remember something else. If we ever meet up again--and we will--I'm gonna let you fuck me." I wasn't at all sure that we would ever see each other again but it was something nice to say.

He smiled up at me. "You don't have to mean that, Skip. It's enough that you said it, you don't have to mean it, or do it."

"No, Caleb, that was a promise," I said.

"I sure hope we do meet up again sometime, but I won't know where you are and you won't know where I am."

"Well, I know which way you're heading, so if you keep on heading that way, I'll know which way to go to find you, wont' I? And you know which way I'm headed."

"I wish we could keep in touch," he said.

"Tell you what. When you get to wherever it is you're going, you send a letter to Laramie and one to Carson City. I'll be landing in one or both of those places eventually."

"Got some pussy waiting in those two towns?" he joked.

"Could be, likely, on top of other pressing business, none of which is yours," I said. I pulled him in tight against me and pulled the blanket over us. Caleb snuggled against me and soon went to sleep. The moon was still high and the stars were bright in the sky when Caleb came awake and brought me with him.

"I should be on my way," he said hoarsely.

My cock was still buried inside him and he clenched it with his asshole as I started to pull out. "You don't want me to take it out?"

"I want to take it with me," he said.

"Well, that would leave me cockless, and the ladies wouldn't appreciate that," I joked.

We parted, slowly and reluctantly. I pulled the blanket back to expose us to the cool night air. Caleb jumped up to get dressed and so did I. We never said anything. He rolled up his bedroll and laid it on the horse's rump.

There was an awkward pause and it was time for us to part. I put out my hand. "We'll meet up again sometime."

"I sure hope we do," he said.

I kept my grip on his hand. "I don't mean it in a bad way, but you were a good fuck," I said with a sly grin.

He squeezed my hand. "You were good at fucking me. You made me feel like a virgin again."

We let go and he mounted the horse. He looked down at me with a longing I'd never seen in anybody's eyes before. Maybe it was fear. He was awfully young to be striking out on his own.

"Caleb?..," I started. He cocked his head, as if to say, What. "If you wanta come back with me, I'll see that you're treated right. I won't let anybody hurt you."

"Can't," he said, shaking his head. "My mind's made up. And I don't like arguing with myself, I always lose," he added with a grin.

"All right."

"Goodbye, Skip."

"You take care of yourself," I said.

He rode off. I watched till I couldn't see him anymore then I mounted my horse and rode back to the camp, ready to face the wrath of Jake.

Chapter Two

I'm Caleb Brown, and this is my story.

I didn't want to leave but like I said, I was tired of being used like a two bit whore. Maybe it would've been different if I was being paid two bits, I thought wryly, but they just took me, like I was their property. Some mornings I couldn't hardly walk, they fucked me so much and so hard.

But thanks to Skip I had a horse and food to last a couple of days, not to mention a well satisfied ass, and I was putting all the bad stuff behind me with every mile I rode. I was really thankful to Skip for getting me the horse. He was right, Ted wouldn't mind me having it. I just hoped he didn't get in serious trouble over it. I liked Skip. I liked sharing his bedroll, sharing his body and now he'd given me the best going away present ever; a long, drawn-out fuck and a big load of his cum still inside of me. I liked the way Skip fucked me; like he really was making love. I liked it more than he would ever know. I don't think I would've minded if Skip and Jimmy Henderson tried to double fuck me. I think I might've liked it.

I wondered what I was going to do with myself. I was barely seventeen by the day I'd picked as my birthday, because I wasn't exactly sure when I was born. I had no family, no place in particular to go. I didn't even know where I was, but my grandpa always told me, you ride in one direction long enough you'll find out where you're at, and maybe even where you've been. That never made much sense to me at the time, but it did now. I thought I might ride into what was left of the night, while it was cool. I rode at a leisurely pace, rather enjoying the solitude of the moonlit night.

I didn't notice it was so close to sunup till I noticed the stars had vanished. Sunup brought hunger. I rode a little further toward some trees; where there were trees, there was usually water. Sure enough there was. I came to a small creek then stopped to see what was in the sack that Skip had given me. There was biscuits, two potatoes, sourdough bread and several thick chunks of side meat. I thought I could make it last three days, maybe even four, if I rationed it out. I built a fire with dead limbs that'd fallen from the trees then cut off a small limb to skewer the side meat.

The side meat smelled good, cooking over the fire that blazed up when the grease dripped into the flames. I caught some of the drippings on the sourdough bread so nothing went to waste. When the side meat was golden brown I took it and the bread and sat by the creek to eat. I was feeling good about my decision to leave the crew, even though I had no idea yet where I was going or what I would do when I got there.

When I was finished eating I packed everything up and decided to go for a swim and wash up. I took off my clothes and piled them close to the bank then waded in. The water was cold but invigorating. I dove under to get it over with. Swimming always made me horny, and even though my balls always drew up to nothing, cold water never dampened the spirit of my hardon. I stood out of the water about knee deep and began stroking my cock. It felt good in my hand, even hot to the touch. I watched my hand stroking back and forth on the shaft, proud of what nature had given me. I was actually bigger than most of the guys in the crew. Some of them said it just looked bigger because of my smaller size, but a close up comparison proved it really was bigger, although most of them wouldn't admit it. I sometimes wondered if that was the reason they fucked me all the time, to bring me down to size, so to speak.

I cupped my balls in my other hand and felt them begin to descend from the warmth. There was precum oozing out of the slit in my cockhead and I swiped it off with my finger and licked it off. I liked the stuff. I was savoring it, looking all around me, when I realized I wasn't alone. Standing on the shore near the dying fire was an Indian!

Oh, Hell, I thought, jerking my hand away from my cock and balls, but I knew he'd seen me. I quickly assessed the situation and deemed it hopeless. There was no place to run except on the other side of the creek and that would be leaving everything I owned behind. He stood between me and everything except my clothes; namely my bedroll and sack of food. I knew I couldn't get to my clothes fast enough and if I took off running the other direction, well, it was nothing but wide open space; literally no place to run to and I would be leaving everything behind.

I was scared but I tried not to panic or appear afraid. I'd been told never to show fear to an Indian. So I stood my ground with the water rushing around my thighs, and watched to see what he might do. The brave was taller than me, about Skip's size, shirtless, wearing hide leggings and moccasins, muscles bulging all over. A sheathed knife hung on a belt at his hip. Looking at his upper body gave me a chill. It was plenty light enough that when he took a few steps toward the creek I could see his muscles ripple, and a little closer I could make out his manhood extended loosely down his left thigh--a long way down his thigh--and that gave me another chill.

Standing near the bank now, I watched him reach down and smooth his hand down the long bulge. I looked up and met his eyes gazing right at me. Our eyes locked for a second then he glanced down at my manhood which by now had fallen to a rubbery arch out from my loins. I watched him untie the cinch holding his leggings up and step out of his moccasins. His leggings fell to his ankles and he bent to take them off. He still wore the knife. When he straightened I got a look at his manhood.

"Damn!" I whispered softly. It hung out in a wide arch, easily eight inches and thick as a wrist. He walked to the creek, naked except for the knife at his hip, and set one foot in the water then waded in. I tightened up inside as he came toward me. I didn't think he was coming in just to swim or bathe. And I didn't think he was going to scalp me either; he didn't need a hardon for that, and in the few strides it took him to close the space between us, his cock was standing out hard. He was interested in my body, not my scalp.

"Dark Wolf," he said, flattening his hand against his chest. His other hand reached down casually to peel the skin back off the head of his cock. The head burst out of its sheath like a big mushroom and bobbed up and down. If he decided to use that thing on me??.

"Caleb," I said, placing my hand on my chest in like manner.

"You big," he said, pointing to my cock.

"You bigger," I said.

He moved right up to me and placed his hands on my shoulders and applied pressure. I didn't know a whole lot about Indians or their sign language but there was no doubt what he wanted me to do. It was as if we had settled a dispute or a competition, and he'd won. As he pushed harder on my shoulders I went to my knees in front of him, sinking in the water nearly up to my chest. The water swirling around me seemed to calm my fears but did nothing to cool my lust.

I took his cock in both of my hands, still without covering the head. He was bigger than I'd guessed; like nine inches. He took my hands and placed them on his hips and thrust his cock in my face. His ball juice wet my lips and the head of his cock pried my mouth open. I gripped his hips to keep him from impaling me on his entire cock, but to no avail. He shoved his cock deep against my throat, and paused. He wasn't going to impale me or choke me. He was only testing the depth of his thrusts. Then he put his hands on my head and began fucking my mouth. I couldn't make out what he was whispering and groaning but I could tell it was good for him.

I moved my hands around to grip his butt and was surprised to feel him reach back and pull his butt muscles apart. It was only a gesture to let me know what he wanted, then he put his hands back on my head. I watched his tight, deep-cut stomach muscles dance and ripple as he fucked my mouth. It was a beautiful sight. He was a beautiful man. I reached up and squeezed his thick chest muscles and tweaked his nipples. He let out a little gasp but then moved my hand back to his butt. I pulled his butt apart and dug my fingers into the crevice. When I found his hole he clenched the tight muscle several times and I began rubbing it. He clenched and wriggled his butt against my hands.

When I looked up at him again I saw a serious, far off look on his face, looking to the side, in the distance. I turned my eyes that direction and froze inside. About thirty yards away were three mounted riders--Indians--watching us. Dark Wolf didn't miss a stroke, and I wondered if they were his tribesmen; if they might ride down and join him. I hoped not. I was no longer afraid of Dark Wolf but I was afraid of what four wild Indians might decide to do with a young white boy. I could visualize a gang rape, and even worse when they were finished with me. But Dark Wolf didn't seem to be concerned and that eased my fears.

I sucked his big cock for quite a while, thrilling a bit at his staying power. I liked doing it. I liked watching his muscles and listening to his noises. And I liked the ball juice he kept pumping out, and it made me wonder how his cum would taste. I imagined he would cum like a stallion. All the while the other three Indians watched us. They moved in a little closer a couple of times but made no move to join us. But I kept watching them out of the corner of my eye. I was thoroughly enjoying my after-breakfast sex with the handsome, young Indian. I wondered if he had a squaw, or an Indian girlfriend.

"They go now," he said.

I glanced to the side and saw that the other three Indians were gone. I was relieved. Dark Wolf pulled me to my feet and turned me around. Oh, hell, he's going to fuck me with that thing, I thought. I was fearful and glad at the same time. My ass still itched from the fucking Skip had given me, and it was kind of exciting to think I might ride off with the Indian's load of cum inside of me, mixing with Skip's.

He pressed his hand against my back and I bent over. I heard him spit then felt warm spit in the crack of my ass. I felt the heat of his cock rubbing the spit up and down the crack of my ass then he clasped his hands around my hips bones. I knew this wasn't going to be like Skip; nothing even approaching love making. This was going to be a raw, hard fuck from start to finish. Somehow I didn't mind. I wished it could be different--I would've liked to curl up with this handsome Indian on my bedroll by the fire--but I was anxious to feel his cock in me however he wanted to give it to me.

He didn't rape me but he wasn't merciful, or even gentle. When he was on target he shoved and his cock pried my asshole open and penetrated me so deep I thought he hit my lungs. I cried out and he put his hand over my mouth. But the pain was gone almost before it started, partly thanks to Skip having just fucked me. Going in, his hot, hard cock slid across that spot inside me that drove me crazy when Skip fingered me and fucked me. The Indian had found it too, and he knew it; this wasn't his first male fuck. He started fucking me and it drove me crazy. I started moving my hips in rhythm with his thrusts, thrashing my butt around and shoving back onto his cock. He moaned and grunted his approval and a couple of times he stood there in the water with his hands on his hips and let me fuck myself on his big cock.

Good as it was, I wanted him to finish. It was getting daylight and I felt so naked and vulnerable and exposed. And I kept thinking of those other three Indians that might be lurking somewhere close just waiting for the young warrior to finish with me. I wasn't sure where I was but it was obviously in or close to Indian Territory and if another bunch of Indians came upon us, they might decide to join in, and I would be just so much white meat to them.

"Can we go on the bank?" I asked.

He didn't seem to understand. I said it again, slower, and pointed to the creek bank, to the dwindling fire. He grunted and withdrew his cock. We got out of the cool water and I grabbed up my clothes to take them up to the fire. Dark Wolf must have thought I was going to get dressed and leave him high and dry and throbbing; he took my clothes from me. I had no intention of walking away from him. I unrolled my bedroll and motioned for him to lie down. He understood now and laying down, held his cock straight up. I straddled him and sat down on his cock. He smiled and began fucking me again. I rode him and fucked him back. It was better this way, close to the warm fire.

"You good fuck!" he blurted at one point.

He went wild with his climax, pounding his cock up into me hard and fast, grunting and groaning all the while. Dark Wolf left me with what felt like an enormous load of cum deep in my ass. He also left me gaping wide open and I tried to tighten my asshole to keep the stuff from draining out; I wanted to take it with me. I was still a little weak and shaky as I watched him ride off, but I got dressed so I could be on my way again. I felt good as I rode off again, well fed, and well fucked.

Chapter Three

Skip McCroy;

Jimmy Henderson was Caleb's best friend. They were about the same age and it was only natural that they came together on the drive. Jimmy had signed on after Caleb and I didn't think he had been subjected yet to all that Caleb had been. We were stretched out behind some thick mesquite bushes, talking, when another of the crew walked up.

"How about going for a walk, Jimmy?" he said. I saw in the moonlight it was Darrel Pike. He had his shirt off, showing off his muscles and his hairy chest.

"No, I wanta get some sleep," Jimmy told him.

Darrel laughed, his hard stomach muscles dancing. "You're not gonna get any sleep laying there with this horny stud," he said as he reached down for Jimmy's arm. He tried to pull him up but I grabbed his wrist and wrenched his hand away.

"He said he wants to get some sleep," I growled.

"And you're gonna let him do that," the man scoffed. "Like fuckin' hell." He started to reach down again but I stood up to face him. Darrell was a big guy and he was strong as an ox, but I was close to his size myself, and he was pissing me off.

"I don't wanta' tangle with you, Darrell, but I will and one of us is liable to get hurt. Now just leave him alone."

We were eye to eye for a moment before he blinked. "Some other time, kid," he said as he walked away.

"Maybe I should've gone with him," Jimmy said quietly. "He's gonna nail me anyway, for sure, now. Fuck, I'm gonna end up like Caleb, being their whore."

"That don't have to happen, Jimmy," I said as I shoved my arm under his head and pulled him in close. "I won't let it happen. I should've stopped it with Caleb."

"You can't be around all the time, Skip," he said.

"Then I'll stake my claim on you, right out in the open and that way I won't have to be around all the time. I won't really have any real claim on you, not like I own you or anything, but we can make the rest think I do."

"Darrell won't settle for that," Jimmy said. "He's gonna cause all kinds of trouble."

"It'll be good if he does. If I have to take him down a notch or two then we won't have any trouble from any of the others."

"You think you can do that, take Darrell down?" Jimmy asked.

"Well, it won't be easy, but I'll handle him."

"Can I ask you something, Skip?"

"Sure, you can ask me anything you want."

"Did you and Caleb ever do anything?"

"Yeah, lots of times, and one big time just before he left."

"Did you ever fuck him?"

"Yeah, I fucked him. But it was more than just a fuck that last time. I liked Caleb."

"Do you want to fuck me?"

"Have you ever been fucked?"

"No, but if it's gonna happen, I want it to be you at least the first time. And we both know it's bound to happen."

"Yeah, I wanta fuck you, Jimmy, but not right now. We'll just take care of each other this way for now," I said as I took his hand and put it on my cock. Then I took hold of his cock.

"When?" he asked as he began jacking me. "When do you wanta fuck me?"

"When it's time," I said. "In a couple of days."

I kept Jimmy close to me all next day and a close eye on Pike. Jake insisted the boy stay back with him; that's what he'd been hired for, to help cook and clean up around the chuck wagon, and serve the other men. I pretty much told Jake to fuck himself and took Jimmy with me. I knew what would happen if I left him behind. I suspected Jake was part of the problem with Caleb, maybe even withholding food till the boy agreed to put out for the men. I wasn't going to let that happen to Jimmy.

That night at chow, when I was finished eating, I stood up and pulled Jimmy up beside me. "Got an announcement for all you pricks," I said. That got their attention and those who weren't finished eating, stopped. "I'm taking Jimmy, here, under my wing. So that means hands off, every fuckin' one of you."

There was dead silence, and probably shock over my boldness.

"Did I make myself clear?" I asked in a louder voice, looking right at Pike.

He looked away but the others nodded or mumbled that I had.

"Yeah, Jimmy's yours, we understand," someone said.

"Didn't say Jimmy's mine, just that he ain't yours," I growled. "Just so we all understand each other." With that I led the boy away from the campfire to where the horses were tethered. I untethered mine and laid my bedroll over his rump. Then I mounted him, bareback, and reached down to pull Jimmy up behind me.

"Where're we going, Skip?" he asked, as he wrapped his strong, young arms around me.

"Out away from the others," I said. "I'm gonna fuck you now, Jimmy, like you been wanting."

"Oh, Godd?.Oh, Godd, I am so excited!"

I laughed. "Yeah, I'm starting to feel that already, stabbing me in the back." He started to ease back from me but I reached back with my hand on his side and urged him forward against me. "It's okay, I know what a hardon feels like," I said.

I took him to a spot off in the distance that we'd passed, a formation of rocks and towering boulders that would offer some privacy. It was perfect.

"Well, I think we found Nature's bedroom," I said as I reined the horse in. I dismounted and reached up to help the boy down. He stumbled against me and I caught him. "Are you anxious or just awkward?" I chided him.

"I'm nervous, I can tell you that."

"It's okay to be nervous. Tell you the truth, so am I, a little."

"Why're you nervous? You've done this lots of times."

"It brings on the nerves when my partner is so young and a virgin. I didn't know you were. I thought?..well, I've seen you go off with some of the men," I said.

"It's always been?.well, just sucking their cocks," he said sheepishly. "I've fended them off from the other."

"I don't see how, but I'm glad you did. I just don't want you to be scared."

"I trust you, Skip, I'm not scared, and there's no need for you to be nervous about anything. I want this to happen."

"I know you do, Jimmy, that's the reason I'm nervous cause I want it to be the best thing that's ever happened to you."

"I know it will be, Skip, 'cause you're the man to do it."

I took off my shirt and peeled Jimmy's shirt off of him. Then I pulled him against me, tight, bare chests smashed together. "I'll likely be doing some things here tonight that I don't normally do, so whatever happens between us, you keep to yourself, you hear?"

"Yes, sir. I wouldn't tell anybody about us anyway. I know they know why we rode off together but I wouldn't ever tell 'em the details."

I ran my fingers through his shock of hair. "It's just that you're so fuckin' cute, and so young and willing and eager that's making me want to do things I don't normally do??" I let my words trail off as I tilted his head back, looking into his big, dark eyes. "And these fuckin' eyes??fuck I could go swimming in them." They were wide with innocence, and trust, almost dancing, searching mine for answers that only my body could show him. Then I kissed him. I thought I might be a bit too rough but he responded in kind, whimpering with his excitement and muttering in little whispers, "Ohh, Skip, you're such a stud, so fuckin' hot, I want you to fuck me so bad." And he reached for my belt.

I eased back a little to give him room and reached for the buttons of his pants. He didn't wear a belt. Didn't need to, he had one of those nice, round, bubble butts that held his pants up without a belt. I'd seen the guys ogling his ass when he walked or bent over. My pants caught on my knees. His dropped to his ankles. I was naked under mine and I was surprised to feel he was wearing shorts and I wondered where he got them. I began feeling him up in his shorts while my other hand squeezed his solid ass. He was pulling on my cock, bringing it to life in a big way.

I liked what I was feeling in his shorts. He was bone hard in seconds. Sliding my hand down inside his shorts to get a raw feel, I wondered how it would feel to have that hot poker sliding into my own ass. But in the back of my mind I was saving that for Caleb, if that ever happened, it would be Caleb to do it, that much was certain. I pulled his shorts down to let his cock press against me. It was hot and quivering. I pulled him tighter and clasped his butt in my hands.

"You know, Jimmy, this is gonna hurt some," I said.

"Will you stop worrying about it, Skip. I can handle it."

"You don't know that, son, you've never been fucked before."

"I know I wanta get fucked by you and that's enough."

My mouth was watering and I knew why. I went down to my haunches in front of him, real slow, sliding my hands down his sides, and on down his thighs. His legs were smooth, not hairy like mine. His cock loomed in front of me, throbbing and bucking at a sharp upward angle. I looked up at him.

"This is one of those things I don't normally do," I said huskily as I pulled his cock down. I licked the head to get a taste of his ball juice. It was good. Tasted fresh, almost sweet.

"Aww, Skip," he gasped. Then, "Ohh, Godd!!! Ohh, Fuck, Skip!" as I took his cock in my mouth. I wasn't lying, I didn't often touch another man's cock but Jimmy wasn't a man, he was a fresh, innocent boy in need and in great want of losing his innocence, so I thought it only right to give him something back for the privilege of taking his innocence.

I wasn't what you would call an accomplished cocksucker, not by a long shot, but I gave it my best shot with a lot of tongue lashing about the head and full lip strokes up and down the shaft, stuff that made him groan and tremble. He was a perfect size and shape so it was fairly easy to take him all the way into my throat. I was surprised how easy. His legs trembled when I did that and he acted kind of nervous, like he was afraid he was choking me. I took his hands and put them on my head then gripped his butt and urged him to fuck my mouth.

"Awww, Skip, I can't believe you're doing this," he said.

I couldn't believe it either but I liked it as much as he did. I eased off at one point and looked up at him. "Any time you get close, ease off, so you don't cum," I told him as I stroked his slick cock. "You won't want to be fucked so bad after you've shot a load." I spit down into my other hand and took my steely hard cock to stroke it while I sucked him.

"Okay," he said meekly.

I went back down on him and sucked for a while longer, till it felt like I wasn't going to be able to hold off. I eased off again and stood up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "Gotta give that a break or I'm gonna cum," I said.

"Do you want to fuck me now?"

"More'n anything in the world," I said.

Jimmy turned around and bent over a smooth boulder, spreading his feet wide apart. Godd, what a butt on the kid! He made my mouth water. I mean the spit was coming up in my mouth so fast I had to swallow it, then I spit some of it out. I used the next mouthful for lube, letting it drop in the crack of his ass then I quickly used the head of my cock to make his ass-crack nice and slick. I used some more to lube up his hole with my fingers. But before I spat on my cock?.I wasn't able to take my eyes off his perfect little butt?..another thing popped into my head. My head was sort of spinning anyway and I just followed it.

"Listen, Jimmy, I'm gonna do something else first that I don't normally do."

"Okay, whatever you wanta do with me, Skip," he said breathlessly.

What the fuck brought this on, I asked myself as I was already squatting down behind him. I'd never done this before in my whole life, but this boy's ass was like an aphrodisiac, or a magnet. I wished I'd done it to Caleb. Facing his butt, it drew me to him, like a magnetic force pulling my face to his smooth, round buns. "Fuck!" I groaned as I buried my face in his ass.

"Awwww! Awww, Skip?..Fuck!!" he cried out, and looked over his shoulder with a wide-eyed expression of disbelief.

I found his hole with my tongue and went to work on it. I trembled myself at the feel of his tiny pucker twitching and palpitating in gratitude. I dug my fingers into his crack and pulled his hole open and drove my tongue inside him. Godd, why was I doing this? What was there about this kid?

"Ohhhh!.....Ohh, Geezuss?..Ohh, Sweet Gezusss?.Oh, my God!" he moaned out loud.

While I was down there I introduced my finger into his ass. He took it easily, didn't even wince that I could tell. I found the little organ that made him a man and rubbed it with my fingertips. He stifled a scream at that. He pushed back on my hand and fairly danced around to get the most pleasure from what I was giving him, and through the incoherence I could make out, "Oh, God, fuck me, Skip. Fuck me. Please, fuck me."

Finally, he reached back for my wrist to stop me. "I can't take any more, Skip, you gotta stop before I cum," he gasped.

I eased my finger out and gave his asshole a quick tongue kiss then stood up. "What was you saying before that?" I asked.

"I was saying to fuck me. Godd, I want it so bad, Skip, I want your big horse cock way up inside me, I want it to do what your finger was doing."

I was having a little fun with the boy. "What if I changed my mind, decided you're too small and too young to take a man's cock in your ass?"

"You wouldn't do that would you? You didn't ride me out here just to tease me."

"Well, it'd be the right thing to do, have you wait till you meet a boy more your own age to fuck your cherry. Some would say it's not right for a grown man to be doing this with a young boy."

"Fuck those people. They don't know what a young boy wants. Only young boys know that and this young boy knows he wants your big man-cock in his ass. If you don't give it to me, Skip, and stop teasing me, I'll have to attack you and make you rape me. And that wouldn't be a proper thing to do either, would it?"

I laughed. "No, it wouldn't. So you win." I let a big glob of spit drop onto the head of my cock and rubbed it around. Jimmy let out a little groan when I set the head of my cock firmly against his clenching hole. "I told you it's gonna hurt at first, didn't I?"

"Yeah. And I told you I don't care."

I pushed the head of my cock through his hole and it clamped around the rim like a rubber vise. It wasn't going to let go. I paused when he whimpered. He was tight and I knew it was a world of hurt for him. The tight squeezing around my cock was something he couldn't help, it was his ass reacting to the sudden invasion. After a moment I shoved in a little deeper. He took that much without a whimper so I gave him the rest of my hard inches. He took those too without a whimper and even shoved back against me.

"Ohh, Godd, that feels so good," he whispered.

"Don't lie to me, it hurts like hell," I said.

"It did at first but it's feeling good now, just like Caleb said it would."

"You and Caleb talked about getting fucked?"

"Yeah, I knew he was getting it and he said he liked it most of the time, especially from you. He told me how it'd feel but he didn't describe it like this."

"I'll see if I can make it feel better," I said as I pulled back slowly then began fucking him. Within a dozen strokes his groans had risen to outcries bordering on screams and I had to bend down and grab his shorts for him to put in his mouth. It was quieter after that but I loved that I could still hear his muffled groans. After a good bit of bent over dog fucking I pulled him straight and eased my cock out of his ass.

"Let's turn you around and get you in a better position," I said. I sat him on the boulder and slid my cock back in him then picked him up with his butt cradled in my hands. He hung on with his legs around my hips and his hands around my neck while I fucked him standing up. It was a much better position because he could fuck himself up and down on my cock too. He loved it when I walked around with him, and even more when I bounced on the balls of my feet. I fucked it up though when I took off at a trot. It was too much for him. He let go of my neck with one hand to put it over his mouth and I didn't get far before he was spewing cum all over both of us. It was beautiful.

He hung onto me and I held onto him like a rag doll. He was spent, gasping for his breath. I carried him back to our spot and knelt down and laid him on the bedroll. I left my cock in him as I lay on top of him.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't hold back, it was just too good," he said.

"Don't be sorry for anything," I told him, brushing his face with kisses. "You were wonderful. Beautiful. Don't be sorry."

"You can go ahead and fuck me if you want," he said.

"Naw, it can wait. You probably don't feel much like being fucked now that you shot your load."

"Your cock still feels good in me," he said.

"Well, we can give it a few strokes and see how it feels," I said. It took about three strokes to confirm that he was still very fuckable. His soft moans weren't put on, and there was nothing fake about his still hard cock. So I finished fucking him and he seemed to love it as much as at first. He even shot off another load that was triggered by my load being shot deep in is still-tight little ass. I rolled us over onto our sides but he kept his legs locked around me to keep my cock inside him.

"Was it okay?" I asked.

"Oh, God, Skip, I can't begin to tell you how okay it was. Was I okay for you?" he asked.

I brushed my fingertips across his lips then followed them with my lips. "You don't ever have to ask that question, Jimmy. Not ever.

Chapter Four

Caleb Brown;

I ended up in a town called Glory, somewhere in the Nevada Territory. I don't know why I stopped there for good--I'd passed through a half dozen other places--but Glory just seemed to be a nice place, and I liked the name. It was a town like most others, one street, except it was neat as a pin, like people took pride in the place. It looked to be a thriving place too, with a lot of houses, and there was the usual businesses, a general store, called The Mercantile, a livery stable, a small hotel with a cafe, a dress shop, a leather shop and boot maker, a candle maker, a saloon, even a washery and a bath house attached to the saloon, something I'd not seen in any of the other towns, or even heard of for that matter.

The most pressing thing was to get something to eat, in exchange for work; I'd been nearly two days without food. After that I would find a place to stay and then try to find work. I could rough it outside of town if I had to, out under the stars for a while, but I would need to find an actual place to live. Maybe at the hotel if I could find a job that paid enough money.

The first place I came upon riding in was the washery, a small cottage at the edge of town. A woman was hanging clothes on a clothes line in the fenced-in side yard. She saw me and spoke, in such a friendly manner that I dismounted and walked to the fence to speak to her.

"Good morning, Ma'am." I looked up at the sun. "Least I think it's still morning."

"It is," she said. "And where are you coming from on such a fine morning, and where are you headed?"

"I just came off a cattle drive, left it, really. As for where I'm headed, I didn't have any place in mind but this looks like a nice enough town for a while, if I can find work."

"You're a tad young to be on a cattle drive," she said with suspicion.

"Well, it put food in my belly, something that's been mighty scarce the last few days."

She eyed me from between two sheets she had clipped to the line with clothes pins, then came between them.

"You carry water to fill the tub, and the kettle, I'll find you something to eat," she said.

"All right, that'd be fine," I said. I tethered my horse and leapt over the fence to get the buckets. I pumped the buckets full and carried them to the big iron kettle sitting over a fire. When I had it filled, I filled the tub. The lady wiped her hands on her apron and waved me to come with her. She took me around to the back of the house, to the porch, where there was a small table and two chairs.

"Sit here, I'll fix you something to eat."

She brought out a feast; biscuits and gravy, and sausage and two fried eggs, and a cup of coffee. "That fair enough pay?" she asked as she sat opposite me at the table with her own cup of coffee.

"More'n fair, Ma'am. It wasn't that much work." I didn't drink coffee but I would drink hers; I didn't want to offend her.

"You think you might be planning on staying for a little while, then?" she asked. "Not being nosey, but if you are, you come around tomorrow and chop some wood and carry more water, I'll feed you again."

"Well, then, I'll stay that long anyway," I said.

I understood that she didn't completely trust me, which was probably why she didn't invite me into her house, but she was friendly enough and I enjoyed talking to her.

"Is there regular work to be had, do you know?" I asked her.

"Not much steady, unless you get on as a ranch hand. Around town, it'd be mostly odd jobs, unless somebody gets let go and they need to replace them. Don't know if that kind of situation would be worth your waiting around for."

"I'll do any kind of work," I said.

"Well, now, don't say that," she said with a frown. "Your best bet would be to inquire at the livery stable. There's always stables to clean and horses to feed and groom. And wagons to repair, if you're handy at that sort of thing. But stay away from the saloon. Not that Harold's got anything for a boy your age to do; he's got those two women working for him?.questionable work if you ask me, and he's got that infernal bath house that's no place for any respectable person to be. I don't know why anybody would stoop to taking a bath in a public bath house anyway. Why, it's more decent to bathe in a creek."

"Well, Ma'am, I can see why a traveler might want a hot bath and be willing to pay for it," I said.

"That may be, but it's no place to work."

"How long have you been in Glory?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Nigh on to twelve years, since I was a blushing bride. We were heading for California when my husband came down ill and we had to stop. It was here we stopped till he could recover, stayed in the hotel. But there was no doctor to be had back then, and he never got better. I nursed him as best I could till he died in my arms. We were married just over two months. He's buried out there," she said, nodding to the vastness behind her house. "There's a marker but you can't see it from here. So here I was, stranded and alone, with everything we owned in the wagon. I was afraid to go on, on my own. This place was sitting idle, only half finished. I sold the wagon and used our savings for the trip to buy the place and hired a drifter to finish it. Then, being suddenly on my own, I had to make a living. Housework, washing and ironing and mending being the only thing I knew how to do, I started taking in washings. It's kept a roof over my head and food on the table. I do sewing and mending, too."

"You're to be admired for that," I said.

"You do what you have to do," she said. "I expect you understand that all too well."

"I guess I do," I said.

"You alone in the world?" she asked.

"So far as anybody who cares," I said.

"Where're your parents, if I might ask?"

"I don't know. I think my father is dead. Least he was nowhere in sight when I was growing up, and my mother always said he had come to a no good end, which I thought to mean he was dead. She got to keeping some questionable company and then one day she was gone too."

"That's too bad. A sin is what it is. Parents ought not to treat their kids like that. But, you're probably a stronger man for it."

The conversation was depressing. I was finished eating and I promised to come back the next day to cut the wood and get her water. I walked the horse the rest of the way into town. I admit the thing on my mind, besides the livery stable, was the saloon and the bath house, mainly because she had said to stay away and that made me curious. She should've known that a boy, being told to stay away from someplace, would naturally go right to it.

I tied my horse to the hitching rail and went inside. A tall, homely man with a neatly trimmed moustache came out from behind the bar with a broom in his hand. He scowled at me.

"Son, you're a few years shy of being served liquor in a place like this," he said.

"I wasn't looking to be served liquor, I'm looking for work," I said.

"If you're talking about a job, I can't offer you one, but if you're talking about work??here." He handed me the broom.

I was taken aback but I took the broom. "Does this mean I'm hired?"

"You're hired to sweep the floor, then there's a mop and bucket in the closet in back if you're still interested in working. Tables could use a good scrubbing down too before we start getting busy, and the bar needs polishing. Does any of that interest you?"

"It interests me a lot, thanks," I said as I started sweeping.

"Well, we'll see how you do," the man said.

I couldn't believe my luck. I was under his eagle eye the whole time I was sweeping and I was determined to do a good job and impress him. I swept in the corners and I turned the chairs upside down on the tables to get under them good. They would need to be up and out of the way anyway, to mop the floor.

When I was done I asked, "Where's the closet?"

Without a word, he nodded to a door in the back. I went back and got the mop and bucket and a big bar of lye soap. "Is there hot water anywhere?" I asked. "A good scrubbing needs to be with hot water."

He pointed to a door at the end of the bar. "Should still be some warm water in the reservoir in the bath house."

I was curious to see what a bath house looked like, and why I shouldn't be associated with it. So far I didn't see anything wrong with being in a saloon, or with Harold, and I wondered what could be so wrong about a bath house. It was a large room two steps up from the saloon, constructed of roughly hewn lumber and beams, with two big, long, copper bath tubs situated a couple of feet apart. There was a crudely made bench against one wall with a stack of folded towels, and a row of wooden pegs higher up to hang clothes on. At one end of the room was a wood stove with a large reservoir and a chair beside a big wooden box filled with firewood. Sitting against another wall was a wooden barrel covered with a lid and a bucket on top of it. There was a sink with a shelf over it in one that held a mirror, a shaving mug and razors.

A small cabinet on the wall to the right was stocked with bars of soap and several bottles of shaving lotions. A sign on the wall that read, "See the attendant if you want your clothes washed." That, I supposed, was where the washery got some of its business. I was impressed, and I couldn't see a thing wrong with it. I could see how it would draw the trade of tired travelers and dirty cowboys coming in off the trail.

I dipped the bucket full of warm water and returned to the saloon to start scrubbing the floor. I was again under the scrutiny of Harold, but I wasn't worried because I was doing a good job. After the floor, I set the chairs all in place then scrubbed the tables. Then I polished the bar with some kind of oily wax and a soft cloth. When I was finished with all he said to do I put everything back in the closet.

"Well, sir, how does it look?" I asked as I closed the closet door and leaned back against it.

"Well, I'm not much for passing out compliments but I have to say, son, you got the place shining. I never saw a boy your age work so hard. What'd you say your name was?"

"I guess I didn't say. It's Caleb."

"And where'd you come from? I never seen you before."

"I came in off a cattle drive. Left it, actually."

"And heading where?"

"Right here, if I can find enough work," I said.

"Well, son, I think we might manage that, Caleb, if you decide to stick around. You can consider what all you just did to be your regular chores, and I could use somebody in the bath house, to sort of run things."

"I don't know anything about running a bath house but I can learn," I said.

"Well, it's making sure there's clean towels, you'd take the dirty ones to the washery and bring back the clean ones. Making sure there's soap, and carry in the water and get it heated up, and you'd fill the tubs and generally keep the men happy that use the facility."

"I'm much obliged for all the work you're offering me, sir, but we didn't talk about the pay. Like, how much, and when I'd be paid. I'm pretty flat broke right now."

"I think you'll find I'm a fair man," Harold said as he shoved his hand in his pocket and drew out some money. "I normally pay at the end of the week, but since you're broke??." He handed me some money and said, "Here's an advance."

"Thank you, sir, but it's not an advance; I already did the work."

He smiled then broke out laughing. "Is that a fair wage?" he asked, pointing to the money in my hand.

"Yes, sir. I got no complaint. And if you've got any complaint about my work, you tell me."

"I will. And welcome to Glory."

I rode out to a grove and slept in my bedroll that night; I didn't want to spend my hard earned money on a hotel room. I was used to sleeping under the stars anyway and I was just happy to be alive and happy to be in Glory. I thought the town held good promise for me.

The next day I filled Miss Ella's tub and kettle and chopped her firewood. She said she heard I was working at the saloon and she wasn't happy about that, but said she understood that I needed the work. I said I understood Harold had her do his towels. She said if I could work it in, she would like for me to help her make soap. I said I would.

I also went to the livery stable and introduced myself to Eli and asked if he had any work I could do, in exchange for a place to sleep. He said he did; if I didn't mind cleaning out the stables, I could sleep up in the loft. I gladly accepted.

Things were working out better than I ever hoped. Even though Harold said he couldn't offer me a job, he had something for me to do nearly every day, and I worked in whatever Miss Ella and Eli had for me as well. I was beginning to feel like part of the community. People who I didn't know spoke to me on the street and introduced themselves. Mr. Johnson at the hotel said he'd heard I was good at scrubbing and would I be interested in helping out at the hotel during his busy seasons. It seemed that everyone I met had something they needed done. I soon had more work than I could handle.

Chapter Five

Caleb Brown;

My first time manning the bath house came when a distinguished business man arrived on the stage with his son. They checked into the hotel and the clerk rushed over to the saloon and told Harold he should have the baths ready. The hotel had bath facilities only for the ladies, which was the reason Harold started his bath house business. Harold sent someone to the livery stable to get me.

I rushed down to the bath house and fired up the stove. The water in the reservoir was still lukewarm so it wouldn't take long for it to heat up. To be sure there would be enough hot water I filled up a small tub on top of the stove to heat up as well. Then I began dipping the cold water out of the barrel. That was the reason the water had to be very hot, to heat up the cold water and fill the tubs. I had everything ready by the time the hotel guests arrived.

The man was very well dressed, as was his son; from out East, I presumed. The boy was about my age, not as big as me, but nice looking in his own way. By that I mean he wasn't a wholesome, rugged looking boy like I was used to seeing. The man walked over and put his hand in the tubs, nodded his approval then began taking off his clothes. He told the boy to make sure the door was locked. As he took off his clothes he handed them to me to hang up. So did the boy. They were obviously used to being waited on. I was anxious to see them naked, especially the boy. I was surprised to see that they were built so well, although they were both a little pasty in color. And I noticed that the boy was hung as well as his father. They got in the tubs and sank down into the hot water. I sat in the chair beside the stove.

"Is it customary that you sit and watch us bathe?" the man asked. He sounded irritated.

"That's not it at all, sir. I'm just here to make sure you have everything you need," I said. "If you'd rather I leave??"

"Let him stay, father," the boy said as he put out his hand. "I'm Langston Ford. What's your name?"

I got up to go shake hands. "Caleb."

"That's a quaint name. It fits you. I'm most glad to meet you, Caleb."

I didn't know what he meant by quaint but I didn't take any offense. I thought he was just being friendly in his own way. I thought he was the one with the funny name.

"Tell me what it's like to live out here in this wilderness," he said.

"Well, I don't consider it a wilderness, I guess because I'm used to it. It's all I've ever known."

"I would think it would be very exciting.

"Langston, you're boring the man," his father said.

"No, he's not?.sir. I don't mind his questions. I'd be just as curious about how it is, living out East. Why are you so far west anyway?"

"And what gave you the idea we're from the East?" the man asked.

"The way you're dressed," I replied.

"We're from New York City," the boy said. My father has business in Sacramento. We'll catch the stage in the morning for California. Have you ever been to California?"

"No. But I expect I'll go there someday. Wyoming is as far as I've been."

The boy was full of questions which I was happy to answer. I thought it was nice that he was so interested.

When his father was ready to get out of the tub he asked for his towel. I pointed it out, on the small stool beside the tub.

"Yes, I know where it is," he said, rather sarcastically.

I took that to mean he wanted me to get it and hand it to him and I jumped up to do so. He stood up and stepped out of the tub and turned his back to me with his arms held out. I took that to mean he wanted me to wrap the towel around him, or maybe even dry him off. I shook the towel out and wrapped it around him and he took hold of it at the front so I stepped back. I was still wondering what kind of household they had where there were people who catered to their every whim. He knotted the towel then went over to the sink to shave.

"You should probably shave tonight, too, Son, so that will be out of the way in the morning."

"Father, you know I don't shave."

"Yes, but you need to start. The growth I'm seeing is becoming unsightly. We'll buy you a new razor and shaving mug in Sacramento."

"They probably have shaving stuff at The Mercantile," I said.

"A boy's first razor and shaving mug should be something special; he'll likely be using it for the rest of his life."

"Father, I think I would like a razor and mug from Glory, it would still be special, purchased out here in the wilderness west."

"We shall see."

When the man was finished shaving he expected me to hand him his clothes to put on, which I did. Harold had mentioned that taking good care of the bath customers could mean good tips.

"You need to finish your bath," the man told his son.

"I think I'll linger for a while longer, if that's all right with Caleb. The warm water feels so good after that long, bumpy ride."

Mr. Ford looked at me. "He can stay as long as he likes. If someone comes in I'll just put him in the other tub," I said.

"Not with my son here," he said indignantly. "A bath is a private matter; at least where we come from. I think you had better come back to the hotel with me, Langston."

I didn't know what got him so upset all of a sudden but Langston was having no part of it. He said he wanted to stay and I got the feeling that Langston was used to getting what he wanted. His father relented but, glancing at the clock on the wall, told the boy to return to their room within the hour. "You must have time to be dressed for dinner."

Langston was smiling as his father left the bath house. "My father is way too stuffy and proper," he said when the man was gone. "He doesn't know how to enjoy life. His life is all business. I wanted him to go back to the hotel so we could talk."

"What did he mean, dress for dinner?" I asked.

"I have to wear a different suit for dining in the evening; something dark. Lighter clothes are for lunch."

"Oh."

"It's all rather a nuisance," he said. "But I would like to hear about life in the West. Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Actually I'm not acquainted with any girl," I admitted.

"My, I thought boys of the West must have sex with abandon from a very early age."

"Well, we sure wish that was true, but I'm afraid that's only a myth that somebody back East made up about us. How about you, have you ever fucked a girl?"

"I have no interest in girls," he said with a smug look. "I much prefer the company of other boys or men. My father would die if he knew that. He's always pointing out this girl or that girl who would someday make a fine bride and would produce fine grandchildren. He's more interested in perpetuating the family bloodline and preserving the family fortune than in my happiness."

"When you say no interest?..in girls?.does that mean you??."

"It means, if the most beautiful girl in the territory was to walk in and remove all of her clothes, and you were naked as well, I would want her to leave us alone."

I was quite taken aback by his bold honesty.

"But I suppose you would want the girl," he went on. "All right I could accept that, but I would want to watch you fuck her. Could I have some more hot water in my bath? It's cooled to lukewarm."

"Yes, of course." I jumped up to dip hot water out of the reservoir into a bucket and carried it over to his tub. He brought his legs up onto the sides of the tub for me to pour the water in.

"Don't burn my balls," he said, laughing.

I added the hot water slowly, reaching down to swirl it around. As I was finishing he reached out for my thigh.

"Why don't you get in here with me?"

"I don't think I'm supposed to do that, get familiar with the customers," I said.

"Not even if the customer asks you to?"

"I'd better not."

But I didn't move away right away and his hand moved up to my crotch and he began feeling me up.

"Oh, my! Is that all you?"

"Well, it ain't anybody else's," I said.

"I am going to be most unhappy if I travel all through the West without one little sample of randy cowboy flesh," he said.

"Well, I'm not exactly a cowboy??"

"But you certainly have the flesh," he cut in. "Take it out, let me see."

"No. If Harold walked in??."

"Does Harold often walk in on his paying customers taking a bath? Latch the door. You can tell him I insisted, for my privacy."

I was hesitant, but I was afraid he might make up some complaint about me and then I would be in trouble with Harold. I walked over and quietly slid the latch then went back to stand beside his tub. So he wouldn't get the front of my pants wet I undid my pants myself and let them down to my knees. My cock swung out over his shoulder, long and thick and meaty, causing his eyes to pop.

"Good Lord!" I was proudly embarrassed at his reaction. "That is the most gorgeous piece of man meat I ever imagined!" He just kept staring at it then he reached up and took it in his hand. "Lord, I can't get my hand around it and it's not even hard. How big does it get?"

"Some bigger," I said. I was getting nervous about letting the boy play with my cock and Harold and other saloon customers on the other side of the door. I started to pull up my pants but not before he leaned up and kissed the head of my cock.

"I must have that," he declared. "You stay in the livery stable, you said?"

"Yes."

"I'm going to ask my father if I can stay the night with you in the livery stable. I'm sure he will let me, he'll think it's an adventure for me."

"It's not a place you would be comfortable in," I said. "I sleep up in the loft, in a bed of straw."

"Wonderful! As soon as we have dinner?..what time do you retire to the livery stable?"

"As soon as all my work is done here, then I have to take care of the horses there," I said.

"You get your horses taken care of then I'll take care of you, you fine young stallion."

I knew I shouldn't allow it but he was exciting me. He stood up out of the water and I quickly grabbed a towel and held it out for him. He stepped out and backed into the towel, into my arms. I wrapped the towel around him from behind.

"Ohh, your big, strong arms feel so wonderful," he cooed.

I wasn't sure I liked how he was acting and sounding so girlish but his body wasn't that of a girl, and I found myself anxious for the night to come and what it might bring.

"You must join us for dinner at the caf?," Langston said.

"Oh, I couldn't do that. You'll be dressed for dinner; I don't have anything proper enough to wear to the caf?."

"What you have on is fine."

"No it isn't. Your father would never approve of me sitting at his table dressed like this, or at all. I know I'm not your kind of people, but I like you anyway."

"Oh, but you are my kind of people. You are very much my kind of man," he said. "I insist. I'm telling my father you're joining us."

"I won't be there."

"That would be rude, wouldn't it?"

"What's rude is you trying to force me into something that none of us would be comfortable with," I said.

"You disappoint me," he said poutingly.

"Sorry, but it's not a good idea and we both know it," I said sternly.

"But you will let me spend the night with you in the loft."

"If your father lets you and you show up, I guess I wouldn't turn you out," I said.

"You won't be sorry. I promise."

When we had him dressed he patted my face and left. I thought it was pretty stupid to get dressed like that just to walk the short distance back to the hotel, only to change into another suit to eat.

On a whim, I decided to take a bath myself. I hadn't emptied the tub that Mr. Ford had used and he'd been in it only a short time and the water was still clean. I added some hot water then quickly stripped off and got into the tub. It was the first time I'd ever been in a bath tub. I didn't linger, though. I scrubbed good and got out and dried off. Before I got dressed I used some of the toilette water from the cabinet. I didn't know exactly what it was used for, only that it smelled good, but I splashed some in my hand and rubbed it all over my body then hurriedly got into my clothes. I smelled good.

I unlatched the door and rushed to drain the tubs and clean them and straighten up the bath house then I went to ask Harold if there would be anyone else to use the bath house. He said no, I was done for the evening.

From there, I rushed to the livery stable. Eli was gone for the night but I knew what all I had to do. First I ate what Miss Emma had given me for chopping her wood early that morning, then I set about carrying in water for the horses and feeding them. I felt a strange new excitement as I climbed the ladder into the loft, which was my temporary home.

I waited and waited, till I was giving up hope. I figured Langston's father wouldn't let him come, which didn't surprise me. Suddenly I heard the creaking of the heavy door being pulled open.

"Caleb," came a whisper.

"Up here."

The door closed and I heard the shuffling of footsteps in the loose straw below.

"Where are you?"

There wasn't much light, only the moon shining through a small window.

"Up here. The ladder's right over here. Never mind, I'll come down and get you." I climbed down the ladder and Langston saw me and met me at the bottom of the ladder.

"Ohh, you're naked!?"

"That's how I sleep." I took his arm and guided him to the ladder.

"I hope I don't fall."

"You won't fall. If you do I'll catch you."

"Oh, then maybe I'll fall on purpose."

In the loft I took hold of his arm and guided him over to the blankets.

"It's nice and warm up here," he said.

"That's from the body heat of the horses. It'll get chilly later, though, we'll need the blankets."

"When it does, we can create our own body heat," he said.

I stood with my hands out, waiting for him to take off his clothes so I could hang them on a peg. But he just stood there looking at me.

"Aren't you going to take of your clothes?" I asked. "They won't look very good in the morning if you sleep in them."

"Oh, yes, I wasn't thinking." He practically tore his clothes off, tossing them to me to hang them up. "This is going to be so much fun! And I can say I slept with a real live cowboy in the hay out West."

"And who would you tell that to?" I asked.

He just laughed and didn't answer me.

We lay down and I pulled the blanket over us. Langston moved against me and wrapped himself around me so we were in a tangle of arms and legs. His cock reacted immediately and mine started coming alive. He reached for it, trailed his fingers up and down the growing shaft.

"You're so big. I can't believe anybody having such a big cock. Can I suck it?"

"Yeah, I guess?..yeah, sure," I said.

He didn't waste any time. He moved down under the blanket and I felt his hot breath on my manhood. The blanket pulled down with him and I was uncovered from below the waist. He drew the skin back and I felt his tongue on the head of my cock.

"You don't know how I've dreamed of this," he said.

"You've had dreams about me? You didn't even know me," I said.

"I knew you in my dreams, I just didn't know your name or where you were, but you are the boy I dreamed I would someday meet." He continued to stroke my cock and it continued to grow and get harder. "My hand won't fit around it," he said.

"Neither will mine when it's hard," I said, but I didn't know why that would be a problem for him sucking me.

"I can't begin to imagine how it must feel to live in a body like yours and possess such a magnificent cock."

That made me laugh. "Same as living in any other body, you get used to it."

"I want to try to get used to this," he said as he stroked my cock while licking the head like it was an all day sucker. My cock quivered and the head swelled out and I knew it was pumping out a lot of precum.

"MMmm, your stuff tastes so good," he said. "Do you cum a lot?"

"You'll find that out for yourself if you keep doing that," I said.

Little by little he wrapped his lips around the head of my cock, slurping up the precum with his tongue as he slowly took about half of it in his mouth, all he could handle. Then he began sucking me.

I gritted my teeth and clawed at the blanket. He was good. He was so good that I could hardly believe he was a virgin at this. Only thing was, his teeth but I didn't say anything.

"I don't know if I'm doing this right," he said. "I'm probably not doing it near as good as you're used to."

"Ohh, you're doing fine?.ohhhh, yeah, that feels so good," I moaned softly.

I could see his smile. "Does it, really, or are you just saying that?"

"I mean it, I can't believe you've never done this before."

"Maybe I'm good because I really want to do it, and I love doing it." "You tell me if there's something you want me to do differently," he said.

"Well, there is one thing?.Langston?..your teeth sort of scrape my cock. If you'd sort of wrap your lips around them??"

"Of course, I should have known," he said. He kept licking my cock and stroking it and it was driving me crazy that he wasn't actually sucking me.

I had my hand on his head and I pushed down. "Could we not talk?" I said.

He went back down on my cock and sucked me quietly for a long time. I lay back and relished every stroke and every slurp of his tongue. I wanted to cum but I didn't want to either. I wanted it to go on all night. I wanted my cock all the way in his throat.

He paused to ask again, "Do you cum a lot?"

"Yes. And I've been awfully close several times."

"Can you cum more than once?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Do you want to fuck me? If you do, I would like very much to have you shoot in my mouth first so I can experience that, then have you fuck me."

"I can do that, or anything else you want, I'm good for all night long," I said. "I really would like to cum. You've got me shaking on the inside."

"Well, I don't know what else to do to make that happen, I'm sucking your cock the only way I know how," he said. "Is there another way, something else I can do, please tell me because I want to make this as good for you as you're making it so wonderful for me."

"There is?.something?.if you want to do it."

"Tell me. Just tell me, yes, I'll do anything."

"All right?.there is something other guys have done and it feels really good. Wet your finger and rub my asshole, then wet your finger some more and shove your finger up inside me."

He didn't question or hesitate to do what I asked him. I didn't know if he knew what to look for in there and I didn't want to mention it. I didn't know if he even knew he found my prostate, but he did, and that's all it took.

"Awww, Yesss! That's it! Just rub that spot!" I groaned.

He rubbed and sucked and I shot my load. I mean, I exploded. It shot out in huge spurts, surprising Langston so that he jerked away and uttered, "Holy Geezusss!" and got a huge blast of semen all over his face before he got back on my cock.

I could feel that I was filling his mouth and the way he was sucking me was like he was in a panic, and I knew he didn't know what to do.

"Swallow it," I said, with my hand still on his head.

He nodded and started swallowing. He choked a little but he didn't retreat. He kept sucking and gulping my cum down till I was left weak and gasping and sweating.

It was a long time before he let go of my cock. I heard him swallow a couple more times then he crawled up to lie beside me. I stretched my arm out for him to lay his head on.

"Did I do okay?" he asked rather timidly.

"You did great, Langston," I told him.

"You can call me Lang. I wish you would," he said.

"You did great, Lang. Better than a lot of times."

"Do you still want to fuck me?"

"Hell yeah. Have you ever been fucked before?" I asked.

"No. All of this is entirely new to me."

"Then I don't know if I should be your first. I'm pretty big, as you can see."

"I'm not afraid. I want to see what it's like, and this may be my only chance ever."

"Oh, you'll have a lot of chances. But okay, we'll do it; we just won't do it all the way."

"No, no, I want to feel your big cock all the way inside me. I want you to fuck me like you would anyone else. Like you would fuck a girl."

I laughed. "Well, we won't ever know if I did that, I've never fucked a girl in my life," I said.

"I don't believe that," he scoffed.

"I swear it."

Lang kept my cock juiced up and used the extra spit to make his ass slick. Then he backed up to, guiding my cock to his hole. I could feel it clenching at my cock like it was anxious, but when I started to push in, it tightened up to keep me out.

"I don't think it's gonna fit, Lang," I said after several tries.

"You might have to push harder," he said. "Maybe if we did it like this." He reached back and took hold of my hip to guide me on top of him as he rolled onto his stomach. "Now just let your weight down on me, it'll have to go in."

I didn't know if it was a good idea but it was what he wanted, and it was ass, so I figured what the fuck. I let my weight plunge my cock into his tight, hot ass. He let out a "OHH! MY GODD!" then muffled the rest of his outcry with the blanket in his mouth. It must have really hurt, but it was too late to do anything about that. I waited for a moment to let him get used to me then I started fucking him. He was all over the blanket, clawing at it and eventually he was in the straw, like a crazy man. At times I thought he was trying to crawl away from me. I asked him if he wanted me to stop, he said no, to fuck him harder.

I gave Lang the fuck of his life, as he put it. I laughed and reminded him that it was naturally the fuck of his life because it was the only fuck of his life. He said he hoped not; he wanted to do it again. And again, and again, as many times as I could do it. By the time the sun was beginning to peep over the horizon I had fucked Lang four times. The hayloft reeked of our sex, almost overpowering the smell of the horses below. I told him we needed to sneak into the bath house so he could take a bath and not smell like sex when he went back to his hotel room. He sucked me off one more time in the bath, with me standing in the tub more or less fucking his mouth.

He said he would never forget me. I knew I wouldn't ever forget Lang, either.

Chapter Six

Skip McCoy;

The cattle drive was over, I was well heeled with my pay and I had a letter from Caleb and one from back home. I sat in the Laramie Hotel caf? with the letter in my pocket, determined to finish supper first, then I would settle back with a cup of coffee on the side veranda, as the waiter had suggested I should do after supper with coffee, and read it. Needless to say, I ate a lot faster than I normally would.

Afterwards I motioned to the waiter that I was going out on the veranda and he nodded and smiled. I had barely settled in the rocker and cocked my feet up on the railing when he was there with a clean cup of steaming hot coffee.

"Thanks. You're earning your tip," I said with a grin.

He smiled back and I noticed really for the first time how good looking he was; he was put together pretty good in a lean sort of way. Before, I'd been so wrapped up in the letter in my pocket I barely paid him any mind as more than a waiter doing his job.

"If there's anything else I can do for you??."

I noticed the way his words lingered in the air, and the silence that followed said as much as his words.

"Just if you could see to my room," I said "You know, the pitcher filled with water, towels and the like.'

"All the rooms are fully prepared for guests, but I will double check to be sure," he said.

"No rush, I won't be going up for an hour or so."

"I'll look in on you then, make sure everything is to your liking." He could see the letter in my hand, he glanced at it and excused himself with a slight bow. I watched him go inside. Rather, I watched his butt go inside. I wondered if he was fuckable. I opened the letter and took a sip of coffee.

Skip,

If you're reading this that means you're in Nevada or Wyoming and you didn't get hung for horse thieving. Or are you in jail there? To be on the safe side I copied this letter and sent it to both places.

As for me I ended up in a little town called Glory in Nevada. It was like Lady Luck was just waiting for me to find the place. I've got plenty of work. How's Jimmy? I'm guessing you and him got close after I left. I hope so. Did he go on back home after the drive ended? What're you going to do now? Maybe wait for another drive?

I want to thank you again for all you did for me, getting me a horse, and stealing food for me, and the rest. Especially all the rest. I can't feel so bad now over what the others did, but it was you who showed me how it could be, and that's made me not afraid of meeting new people. I haven't been without good sex.

I didn't get far when I first struck out. I met up with this Indian when I was bathing in the creek. Lordy, Skip, he was something else. So good looking and lots of muscles, and you should've seen how he was hung. I swear he was big as the pony he rode up on. I took him fine, though. Figured I'd better, it was his cock or my scalp.

I said I've got work. I help out a lady that runs a washery at her house. I pump and carry the water and cut her firewood. I also work at the livery stable, taking care of the horses in exchange for a place to sleep up in the loft. That way I don't have to worry about a place to live. And I work in the saloon, cleaning and scrubbing and he's got a bath house attached right next to the saloon and I operate that. I never heard of a bath house before, have you ever been to one? It's not for ladies, it's a place where men and boys can go have a hot bath in a big tub, hot water and towels are furnished, and there's even a place to shave. I keep the water barrel and reservoir full and I fill the tubs and make sure there are clean towels and soap and be generally handy for anything else a customer might want. I know your smiling at that, and yes you would be right. I meant anything. I've made some good tips there for extra services.

I want more than anything to see you Skip. Wherever you're at I hope you can find your way here at least for a little bit. I miss you more than anybody else I know.

Caleb

I read the letter twice more before I set it aside to concentrate on my coffee. I suppose it was more the coffee letting me concentrate on the letter. I looked out at the wide sky as dusk settled in and thought about the boy who'd written it. I thought about all the times he'd given me relief out on the trail but mostly that last time before he'd lit out. I was glad to hear he was doing well and settled in someplace that sounded good for him. I was especially glad about the sex he was getting.

Of course thoughts of Caleb led to thoughts of his best friend Jimmy. I'd had to leave the boy behind at his parents' homestead. The father was doing poorly and they needed Jimmy's help working their spread. After sharing my bedroll for weeks it was hard to let him go but his family needed him and neither one of us could change that.

I slowly drew the second letter out of my coat pocket and unfolded it before the dying light could fade. I immediately recognized my brother's scrawling hand.

Dear Brother,

I hope this letter finds you well and happy. All is well here. Ma and Pa are doing good and send their regards, as do our brothers and sister. Adam is growing like a weed in the sun. Every time the postman rides into town he races after him looking for a letter from his "Uncle Skip". He'll be ten this spring, but of course you know this. Time has surely flown by, every day I marvel at how much more the boy looks like you.

Skip, I know that it would pain you to see the likeness of his mother in the boy's face and having to pretend that you are merely his uncle but we miss you. Please consider coming back, if only for a short visit. The boy should at least get to meet his own true father. Deidra and I can never thank you enough for the gift you've given us and thank God everyday for the blessing He and you have given us in Adam.

I would urge you to stop sending money but I know it is useless. Remember that you are always welcome here and that we love you. All the best,

Richard

I read the letter over one more time before folding it and the receipt from the bank into the envelope and tucked it away. Like always, I'd wired half my pay to my brother through the telegraph. The rest would be enough to see me through to the next job. I closed my eyes and let the melancholy thoughts run free in my head.

I tried to imagine the boy but couldn't get farther than images of Clara, my dead wife. I'd gotten her pregnant at sixteen, her not much past fifteen. Her daddy hadn't needed his shotgun to get me to do the right thing. I'd loved Clara for years, the innocent love of a child at first and later as a man, and I gladly asked her to marry me. She'd died eight months later while giving birth to our son. It would have been foolish for me to try and raise a baby on my own, while my oldest brother and his wife were struggling to have one of their own. In my grief and desperation I'd made the decision to let them raise Adam as their own child. It was a decision I'd questioned a million times but knew he'd have a better life for it. But now there was little doubt that he was telling me it was time to claim the boy as my own son. I knew it wasn't because he wanted to rid himself of the boy; he was doing the right thing, and it must have pained him to write it to me.

I shrugged off my sad thoughts and rose from the chair. Taking the letter from Caleb I went up to my room to change. There was nothing that some hard drinkin' followed by good bit of whorin' couldn't fix. Fifteen minutes later I was dressed in my best clothes and leaving the hotel for a night out on the town.

First I stopped at my favorite saloon for a few double shots of whiskey. I ran into some men I knew and let them buy me a few rounds as we caught up on the goings on in our lives. Somehow my double shots of whiskey stop turned into a few hours of laughing and drinking, telling wild tales of our times out on the trail. The more liquored up we got the more hell we raised.

There was a man seated at the corner of the bar and I felt his eyes on me more than a few times. Each time I looked up he boldly met my gaze before giving me a friendly nod and sipped at his drink. It was hard to see in the dim lighting but he seemed a good-looking fellow, older but well dressed and clean shaven. I wondered what his story was but I was preoccupied by my friends.

After some time I had to excuse myself to the gents. I wandered out down the alley to the outhouse and let myself in to get rid of some of the whiskey I'd drunk. When I came out the man from the bar was just coming down the alley. As we passed he and I shared a long look and I saw an invitation in his eyes. I almost turned around to follow him but remembered my plan to visit one of the brothels nearby.

At the last second, before entering the bar, I turned around to get another look at the man. He was nearly as tall as me with broad shoulders and a slim waist, with a nice ass packed in his jeans. He looked to be in his thirties, a man who'd seen a good bit of life, and had the walk of man who knew how to handle himself.

From the corner of my eye I caught a glint of light flashing of something metallic and another man slinking out of the shadows of the alleyway behind the other man. He held a knife and obviously meant to put it in the guy's back. Without even thinking I yelled out a warning and the both of them spun around.

The man from the bar quickly realized what was happening and grabbed the other man's wrist with the knife in a rough hold. Fast as a cat he pulled the smaller guy forward and landed a punch to his face that left him dazed but still on his feet. They struggled and I found myself running to help. Even tipsy I managed to help the bigger man bring down the guy with the knife. From there it was easy for the two of us to disarm him and pin him down.

He looked at me and said, "Thanks, buddy, you just saved my life." He dug his knee a little harder into the prone man's back, between his shoulder blades, and got a squeak out of him. "I do believe he was fixin' to stab me in the back." He stuck out his hand to me, "I'm Franklin Tucker, but you can call me Tuck."

"Skip McCoy," I responded and shook his hand. His grip was strong and he held it longer than most would. "So why'd he want to stick you?" I finally asked. The question seemed to snap him out of it and he released my hand.

"I've been tracking this lil' fucker for weeks. He and his brothers held up a bank in Cheyenne. I got the other two but this one was the brains of the operation and being smarter, he was hard to catch up to." As my eyebrows drew together in confusion he said, "I'm a Deputy US Marshal." He pulled a stiff leather wallet from his pocket and showed me the silver-star fixed inside it.

"Oh, uh, glad I could help, sir." The burst of adrenaline from the scuffle had burned off my drunk. I got up on my feet and dusted off my knees.

"I told you to call me Tuck," he said with a laugh. "If you want to be of further assistance you could gettin' this foolish cuss down to the jail."

"Sure thing, Marshal?, er, Tuck."

We each took an arm and lifted the smaller guy to his feet. We marched him down the alley and out onto the main street. Tuck gave directions and we had the struggling outlaw to the jail in a few minutes. One of the sheriff's deputies was there to help us get him in a cell. Tuck asked me to wait for him a moment and I agreed.

Out on the street again I wondered at the strange turn my night had taken. It was now pretty late and foot traffic had died down to near nothing. Tuck came out about a half hour later.

"Thanks for waiting, Skip. I really owe you," he said and clapped a big hand on my shoulder.

"Ain't nothin' any man wouldn't have done," I told him.

"No, you'd be surprised how many men would run from a fight."

"I ain't that type of man, Tuck." He nodded and gave me a long look.

"I didn't figure you were. Listen, Skip, why don't we go back to my hotel and let me buy you a drink. It's the least I could do after you saved my life."

I wasn't so na?ve that I didn't suspect the real reason he was asking me. "Well, I was going to visit one of the whore houses, just got off a long cattle drive," I said.

"Maybe I can, uh, help you out with that, too. After what you done for me it only seems right to repay you somehow," he said with a fair amount of uncertainty. Glancing around to make sure no one was nearby I stepped closer to the man.

"Just so there's no misunderstanding??," I let my quiet words trail off.

"There's no misunderstanding," he assured me.

"And when it comes to fucking I do the riding," I said softly but clearly. He produced an audible gulp and nodded.

"I think I'd like that, Skip." He looked down and it wasn't so dark that I couldn't see the blush on his clean-shaven cheeks.

"Where're you staying?" I asked. Suddenly I was feeling a might hornier than I had earlier, and not necessarily for one of the whores. We were close enough that I'd barely have to lean forward to put my lips on him.

"I'm at the Laramie Hotel," he said with a lot more confidence. He looked up at me and his pupils were opened up wide, nostrils flaring. I'd swear if the man was a filly he'd be in heat.

"Perfect, me too." I turned on my heel and strode down the street. Tuck was right at my side the whole way. I think we both tried to ease our stride so we wouldn't appear to be in a rush.

We crossed the lobby in long strides. I took us to my room and let us in. I'd barely closed the door behind us and Tuck's hands were all over me. I pushed him back and against the wall and held him there as I pressed my body along the whole length of his. I put my face in his neck and took a deep breath to get the scent of the man, knocking both our hats off. He smelled like soap and shaving lotion with an undercurrent of raw man.

I pushed a knee between his legs and let my hard cock rub up against him. I felt his hardness at my hip and he rode my leg hard while I felt his chest and arms.

I pulled away from him with a rough gasp and went to my saddlebags. "Take off your clothes," I said more harshly than I meant. I didn't look back to be sure but I heard his boots hit the floor and then the soft sounds of his clothes rustling over his heavy breathing. I dug around and found the jar of saddle oil me and Jimmy used as lube.

I stood and turned to find Tuck just straightening up from taking off his pants. He rose naked with his hard cock pointing out before him. He was a vision of a man; all hard muscles and hairy where a man should be. His cock jutted from his groin like a thick branch of a tree. The sight of him made my own cock throb.

I pulled a packet of matches from my pocket and set about lighting the two lamps in the room for I wanted to see him better. While I went about my task he laid himself out on the bed on his back and stroked his cock. With the room lit I watched him for a moment.

His hair was jet black but his eyes were light, sky blue, I could see that even in the lamp light. He was clean shaven but with long sideburns and without his hat the black hair parted neatly to fall over his ears. His big fists worked his cock and balls while his eyes looked me over feverishly. I began with my shirt and soon my clothes lay in a heap on the floor beside my boots.

"Damn, you're a big man," he whispered with his eyes on my manhood.

"This ain't gonna be easy," I warned him as I opened the jar of oil. I dipped my finger inside and used it to spread the stuff over my cock.

"No, no it ain't," he agreed and turned over onto his hands and knees. He had a nice meaty ass, large and firmly rounded. He spread his knees apart and the dark-haired crevice opened to expose his purple-pink hole. It wasn't so much a tight little pucker as a knotted little mouth. It relaxed a moment and winked at me before furling tight.

"Geezuss," I sighed as I climbed up onto the mattress behind him. "I ain't the first man you had," I stated and slid my slick finger through the strong muscles of his asshole.

"No, not by a long shot," he began and grunted as I found his gland and pegged it with my finger. "Aww, hell, I have a feeling you'll be more memorable than most."

"Same here," I told him as I pulled my finger out of his hot insides. I moved up and sank my cock into him. He took it with a breathy moan and pulled one of the pillows down to bury his face in it.

I twisted my hips to get a feel of all his chute wrapped tightly around my cock. His buttery hot depths massaged and stroked me. There was a smattering of freckles across his shoulders, like stars in the night sky, that emphasized the bunched up muscles of his back. I leaned over his hard body and put my mouth on them.

"I plan on fuckin' you hard, Tuck," I told him between kissing and licking my way from one boulder-like shoulder to the other. My arms wrapped around him to get a feel of his hard tits and the harder muscles beneath them.

"Yes," he hissed and pushed his ass against my hips.

I was so fucking hard and my cock felt huge inside him. I wondered if it felt as big to him. I straightened up and held Tuck's hips in a vice-like grip. The first lunge made him whimper and the noise set fire to my blood. I wasn't trying to hurt him but I didn't rightly care if I did. All I could think about was fucking him harder and deeper. Partly because I figured that's how he wanted it.

I hammered Tuck's ass like I was possessed by the devil himself. The harder I threw it into him the better it felt. The lips of his ass squeezed and massaged my shaft while his smooth tunnel sucked at my cock with each thrust. In the moment all I could think about was fucking him. It wasn't like fucking Jimmy, or Caleb. Tuck wasn't a boy, I didn't have to worry about being easy. I pushed down on his lower back with both hands and his ass tilted to give me a fraction more depth.

Tuck was slobbering with his groans, and yowling like a randy tomcat and I pushed his head back into the pillow so he wouldn't wake the whole place. He gave his ass up to me while I fucked him like an animal and all the time he was slinging his ass back for more. I'd never been so lit up to fuck and his eagerness for it only made me more manic, more brutal.

I couldn't say how long I fucked him like that; all I could think was more, harder, deeper, harder, deeper. I came out of it when he came with a stifled shout. His ass locked down on my plunging cock almost hard enough to slow my thrusting manhood. I felt it as his whole body pulsed around my plunging prick with each eruption from his cock.

My hips jerked and I groaned from deep in my chest as my seed spurted deep into Tuck's welcoming ass. It was a fine release and more than just my cum seemed to tear free. All the sadness and resentment I'd been feeling since reading the letters earlier seeped out of my mind and body. I fell onto Tuck's body and rode him down flat on the bed where we both panted to catch our breath.

Tuck's body was warm and comforting. I felt a sort of tender gratitude for the way he'd let me fuck him. Slowly, I fell asleep like that, my half-hard cock still buried in him. It was the deep sleep of the truly content.

In the morning I woke up still draped over Tuck but my cock had come free. My morning wood was pulsing against the side of his ass. He must have pulled the blankets over the two of us as I was warm and felt no need to move. Not until he squirmed against me.

"Morning," I said in a sleep-rough voice.

"Morning," he replied in kind then, "You got any plans to use that big thing again?"

"You sure you're okay with that? I was sorta' rough with you last night," I said. I really wanted to climb atop him and see if his ass was as hot and ready as it was the night before.

"Rough? Hell, I haven't been so well fucked since I was in the cavalry and my entire company had a go at my ass. I feel a mite sore but never too sore for more of that." He turned his head on the pillow and met my eyes.

My hand found his ass under the covers and I groped one of his cheeks before letting my fingers trail into the crack. His hole was wet and sticky with oil and my escaped cum. I moved over him and forced his legs apart with mine. "Your entire company?" I asked and found his strong ass-opening with my cockhead.

"You knew I wasn't no virgin. Does it bother you that I took on a whole company?" he asked. Couldn't he feel how not bothered I was? I shoved and the tip of my big cock broke through.

"I like you just the way you are, Tuck," I whispered into his ear while I buried my big cock.

I lasted a while as I hadn't pissed yet. I fucked him slow and deep then turned him over onto his back. For a big guy he was very flexible as I discovered when I pushed his knees up into his hairy armpits. In the cold light of morning I fucked him under the covers like a woman and even kissed him. His deep grunts and moans and his hairy, muscular thighs left no doubt that he was all man, however.

I finished before him and used my hand to get him off. After, we stretched out side by side to rest and talk. I could never have guessed where that conversation would go.

"I don't know if you got plans for the immediate future, Skip," he began and paused till I looked at him. "I could use some help getting the Hanson boy to a judge."

I scowled at him. "I don't think I'm qualified for that kind of work," I told him.

"Hell, Skip, nobody starts out qualified. You handled yourself good last night when he attacked me. I'll deputize you and you'll get paid for your trouble."

"Yeah? You think that'd be a good idea, Tuck?"

"I been lookin' for a partner and I think I've found a good man to work with," he said.

"A good man to work with or a good man to fuck you?" I couldn't help joking.

"I'd say both," he told me with a straight face.

"Well, if I've got time to think about it, how about I meet you down in the caf? for breakfast, I'll give you my answer then."

"Fair enough. I need to get back to my room and get washed up."

"Yeah, me too," I said. While he was getting dressed I went over to the wash stand and poured some water into the basin. I picked up the bar of soap and smelled of it. It smelled good; not like the lye or pine tar soap a lot of places had. I wet the soap and my pubes and lathered up.

"See you in about an hour," Tuck said as I heard the door open. "What the hell?.!"

I turned at his outburst. He was standing in the open doorway looking down at something in the hallway.

"What is it?" I asked, swiping at the soap suds in my pubes, and grabbed a towel.

"Were you expecting company?" Tuck asked as he moved aside to let me step out in the hallway.

"No, I??Ohh, Shit!"

There was my waiter, sitting in a fetal position with his knees drawn up and his head on his arms across his knees, sound asleep. Fuck! I'd forgotten all about him.

"Do you know him?"

"I was supposed to meet him last night. Then I met up with you and??" The boy was coming awake.

"Well, I'll let you handle it, whatever the situation is," Tuck said, and stroke on down the hallway.

The young man stretched his arms out and shoved his legs straight out to get the kinks out. "Mr. Skip, I came to check on things in your room like I said, but there was no answer when I knocked on the door. I decided to wait, you know, to make sure everything was to your liking, but when I got tired and sat down, I guess I fell asleep."

"I'm sorry, I got?..well, sort of got tied up last night," I said. It sounded lame and I was ashamed of myself. I bent down to help him to his feet. He was in a sleep daze and I had to steady him. He was younger than I thought he'd looked last night. Maybe twenty or so.

"I hope everything was alright with your room," he said.

"Everything's fine," I assured him. "Just a little short on water. The picture is a mite small to hold enough water for a man my size with a lot to wash," I added.

"I can fetch you another bucket," he said.

"If you would, I'd be much obliged to you," I said.

He rushed off to get the water while I went back in my room, leaving the door open a crack. I took off the towel and rinsed off the soap to start over again. I had to piss first. I stepped over to the chamber pot and lifted the lid. I was emptying my bladder when the door opened. I glanced over my shoulder. It was the young man with the water and more clean towels. I told him to come on in. He did, and locked the door behind him. He refilled the pitcher and was Johnny on the spot with the lid to replace on the chamber pot when I stepped back from it.

"Yes, I can see there is a lot to wash," he remarked when he saw my cock swinging around.

"Thanks for bringing more towels," I told him.

"Anything that I can do for you," he said. He was going out of his way to be accommodating. "Would you like me to stay and help you wash up?" he asked.

"I think I can manage??" But I quickly caught myself. "?.but, yeah, if you want to, I wouldn't mind.""

He quickly brought a low stool from the corner and set the wash basin on it and told me stand astraddle it. I did. He took the soap and rubbed it between his hands to work up a lather then used both hands to wash my upper body and my armpits. He used one of the towels on me twice to wipe off the soap, then he did the same to wash my groin. His soapy-slick hands felt wonderful and my cock started coming to life. I was sure he wanted to be doing this but I wanted to make doubly sure.

"If you'd rather?.I could?..finish this myself," I said. "It's a good idea, though, how you created a little bath here with the basin on the stool to stand over."

"No, I want to," he said quickly, with a look up into my eyes that was filled with longing. "Let me finish it," he said, still holding onto my cock as it swelled in his hand.

I nodded and put my hands on my hips. "I didn't get around to asking last night. What's your name?"

"Leroy."

"Well, Leroy, I'm mighty obliged at the way you're taking care of me. It's better than any room service I ever got." I jutted my hips forward as he began pouring water over my groin to rinse off the soap.

"I'm happy to take care of you in any way you wish," he said.

"Don't say that unless you mean it," I said, laughing.

"Oh, I mean it," he said. "And I think you know what I mean."

"Yes, I was starting to figure it out last night. Any doubts are flying right out the window."

"If I may be so bold?..I would be ever so grateful if you would fuck me." I haven't had a real man inside me for so long, and sometimes the craving gets so strong??."

I blinked with surprise. Even though I was pretty certain that's where we were headed---hoping so anyway---but it surprised me to hear him say it outright.

"You would be grateful?" I laughed. "Son, you've got it backwards. It's the man fucking you who should and would be grateful."

"Perhaps, but those kinds of men are few and far between."

"Well, you've got one now to contend with," I said. The way he was gazing at my cock I thought he might be frightened. "But we don't have to fuck, if you're having a change of heart. We could maybe satisfy those cravings??"

"No, there's no change of heart," he interrupted as he grabbed a towel and began drying me off. "I want this magnificent log of meat inside me. I want it stretching me open and plowing my ass like spring sod."

"Well, I think I can manage to do both right and proper," I assured him.

He handed me the towel to finish drying off as he began taking off his clothes. "I know this is going to hurt, it's been a while, and you're so big, but you don't need to be gentle. I don't want to be treated like a little boy or some pussy girl. I want to be taken like a man."

My eyes dropped to his middle as he was shucking his pants. "Nobody would mistake you for a pussy or a little boy," I said. He was an enticing sight to behold. Very nicely put together. I touched his hip to turn him around. "Good lordamighty!" I said as I smoothed my hand over the firm roundness of his butt. I forgot all about all the sex I'd had during the night. My cock stood out like a battering ram, ready to ram another portal. I reached for the saddle oil.

As I was slicking up my cock he held out his hand for some to use on his ass. I saw a couple of tears roll down his cheek. I reached out with my fingers to catch them.

"What's this?" I asked as I wiped them away.

"I'm just so fuckin' happy. It's been so long??.and never before with a man like you. Please, please, make it last as long as you can."

"You might be sorry you said that, I'm pretty long winded once I get in the saddle."

"I want you to fuck me till you can't catch your breath," he said as he got on the bed on his hands and knees, close to the edge so it left me standing. He hunkered down on one shoulder and reached back to pull his butt apart. I started drooling at the sight of his puckered asshole winking at me. Dammit, why did I always drool? I stepped up and aimed my cock, pressing the head against his hole. I felt his pressure back. I couldn't be sure whether I shoved my cock in him or if he shoved back and his asshole swallowed my cock. But I gave him the fuck of his life. He said so, and I believed him. Should've been the fuck of his life, it lasted well over an hour. I never saw anybody so grateful for a cock up his ass. He even tried to reward me, with money.

"Put that away," I growled. "Shit, boy, you gotta stop underestimating yourself. You've got an ass that could bring top dollar in one of those brothels in New York City."

He smiled. "I probably won't ever see you again. Would it be all right if I kissed you goodbye?"

"I would downright like that," I said.

It was a long, hard kiss, getting sexual. I backed him away with a chuckle. "I've about fucked out, my cock just don't know it," I told him.

He washed me up again then watched me get dressed as he got dressed himself. "Can you lay your hands on a piece of paper and a pencil?"

"Yes, I'll be right back."

When he came back I wrote down my name with an address of Glory, Colorado. "This is where I'll likely end up for a while if you wanta stay connected. Never know when we might cross paths."

He kissed the piece of paper and put it in his pocket. Shortly after he left my room Tuck showed up, while I was packing my meager belongings.

"You give any more thought to my offer?" he asked.

I shrugged my shoulders and put my hat on to say, "When do we head out?"

Chapter Seven

Caleb Brown

I remembered helping make lye soap when I was a little boy but I couldn't recall exactly how it was done. It was after a good rain when Miss Emma said it was time to make the lye if I had time to help, when the rain barrel was full of fresh rain water, then we would make the soap a few days later after the lye cured, was the way she put it. She had me get another barrel out of the shed, one with a plugged hole down close to the bottom, and set it on four big rocks, then I had to run down to the livery stable and beg some straw from Eli. She had me put a layer of small rocks in the bottom of the barrel then put the straw in on top of them. There was a wooden box-like structure against the shed that she called the ash pit where she stored wood ashes from her laundry fires to keep them dry. That was the hardest part, filling the barrel with the ashes. She made sure the cork was good and tight then I started carrying water to pour over the ashes. When it was full almost to the top she put a wooden cover over the barrel. She said it would have to sit for two or three days to cure.

Of all the jobs I had, I liked working in the bath house the best. I found myself becoming more and more comfortable being around older men without being afraid, and especially naked ones. And I was surprised how many men of all ages frequented the bath house. It was exciting, too, to see younger guys come in, not quite so sure of themselves, and it was pretty surprising how many times those visits turned into sex. I guess there was something about naked guys, strangers, being in the close quarters of something as intimate as a bath house, it just brought out the pent up hormones. And naturally the young cowboys always drew the attention of the older men.

I met some really sexy guys in all their naked glory, and what was nice about it was, I could take it or leave it when they got suggestive about what they wanted. I took it a lot, happily realizing that I would likely have a pretty steady stream of sex partners. Harold never said anything but I was sure he knew what was going on when I locked the front door and the side door going into the saloon. I just informed him beforehand that the place was full up and I had guys waiting so nobody would bother us when we had sex.

The time after Langston Ford, there were three cowboys who rode in off a cattle drive, well heeled with their pay and anxious to spend it. One was in his forties, another was a few years younger, and the third guy was in his twenties, not much older than me but he looked older, probably from carousing and drink and the rough life on the trail. The two older men claimed the two bathtubs right off and I was attending to them while Joshua, the younger one, sat on the bench waiting his turn. He wasn't happy about being last and having to wait but they just laughed at him.

"You're planning on ditching me here and starting without me, ain't you? I know you are," he complained. "Well, I already put my money in for that whore so you both have to wait on me till I get done in the tub. You ain't gonna start without me and wear her out before I get any."

His whining made the men laugh even more.

"Hell yes, we're gonna start without you. Hell, Josh, with that stallion meat you're carrying around, and you so much younger, you'd wear her out all by yourself before we got any. Don't worry, when you get to her, she'll think she's starting all fresh and new. Hell, she'll think she's a virgin again."

Joshua took another long swig of the bottle they'd brought in from the saloon and sat shaking his head. "I don't know why I get mixed up with you morons in the first place. Your whole point in life is to screw me every chance you get."

"Don't we wish!" one of the men exclaimed, laughing.

"If we was privileged to fuck that tight little ass of yours we wouldn't have to be concerning ourselves with no whore," the other man said.

"Well, you can forget that. Nobody's fucking with my ass."

Meanwhile, while they were bantering back and forth I kept the fire under the water kettle and was refilling the barrel so everything would be ready for Joshua when one of the other men got out and freed up a tub. I was as anxious as Joshua for him to get his bath; anxious to see him naked and get a look at the stallion meat the men were talking about. Not that I thought anything would come of it; he was really steamed over having to wait. I secretly hoped the men did leave him behind with me. I thought I could console him.

"Can't believe there's only one whore doing business in this town anyway," he grumbled.

There were two, but I didn't tell them that. The older one kept herself in reserve for a higher class clientele than ordinary cowpokes. I don't know why I said it then, I wanted to have Joshua alone in the bathhouse, but I blurted out, "If you wanted to just wash up good, you could stand here close to the tub where there's the drains, and I could rinse you off."

"There, now he's being accommodating, ain't he? Bet he would even help wash you if you paid him extra. And you wouldn't be left behind, sitting there pouting," one of the men said.

"I d-didn't?..say that," I stammered.

Joshua was looking at me and I could feel myself getting red in the face. "Fix me some water, I'll just do that," he said as he stood and began taking off his clothes.

"You can stand over here by the stove where it's warm," I said as I scurried to get the wash pan from the shaving stand. I filled it with hot water and cooled it with water from the barrel. "See if that's just right," I said, handing him a wash cloth created from tearing up a towel. He felt the water and said it was okay. "I'll wash your back where you can't reach," I offered. "Don't worry it ain't gonna cost you anything extra, I do that sometimes."

"You do know you're gonna have to take off your clothes," one of the men said to him, laughing, and the other one joined in the laughter.

I tried not to watch as he took off his clothes. I took them and hung them up on the pegs over the bench with only casual glances that wouldn't arouse the suspicions they might have about me. When he was naked one of the men stood out his tub.

"Aw, hell, Joshua, you can have my tub, you need more than a whore bath," he said, grabbing up a towel.

"I'm not getting in that tub of slop-water with all your dirt and grime in it."

I quickly wrapped a towel part way around the youth. "Here, you can wrap up and stand by the stove while I fix you a fresh tub of water," I said as I went quickly to pull the drain plug. I waited nervously for the water to drain then rinsed the tub and began filling it again.

"You can check and see if the temperature is right for you," I told Joshua. "And do you want some of the good smelling stuff in your water? A lot of men tell me the ladies like it when they smell good."

"As long as it don't smell too girlie," he said.

As he laid his towel aside and stepped into the tub, the other man got out of the other tub and began drying off. I saw the way the two men looked at each other and I knew something was up. They had already shaved and they started getting dressed. I didn't think Joshua even noticed they were dressed till they were telling him goodbye and going out the door.

"Hey, fuck, don't you guys leave me here," he growled. "Don't you dare go for that woman and leave me here, get her all wore out before I even get a poke at her."

They just laughed and walked on out the door.

"Fuckers," he swore under his breath. "I knew they'd do this to me. I'm paying for their fuck."

"If you hurry you can maybe catch up with them. I'll help you get dressed," I offered.

"Fuck 'em. I'll wait till the next town and go off by myself and find my own woman. And she won't be a whore, I won't have to pay her to have sex with me."

"I like your attitude," I said. I also liked that I was alone with him and he was in no hurry to leave.

"Could I ask you something?..Caleb, was that your name?"

"Yes, Caleb. And yes, you can ask me anything you want," I said.

"Well, I'll tell you something first. I'm okay with those two old fuckers going off without me 'cause I'd rather have the woman to myself with nobody else around. Cause the truth is--and they don't know this--truth is, I never fucked a woman before and I'm not that sure what to do."

"Oh. Well your secret is safe with me," I assured him.

"So I told you something secret about me, so now I can ask you something. When you said you would rinse me off and the guys were joking about you would probably wash me if I asked you to?..then you said you'd help me get dressed?.." He let his voice trail off.

I waited for him to continue but he just gave me this screwy look and a goofy grin.

"What?" I asked. "You didn't ask me anything."

"Well, I was wondering, do you do that for everybody? Give such personal services?"

"I do whatever I can to make your stay a good one." I thought that sounded pretty noncommittal.

"Well, those things you said you'd do, they all added up in my head to make me wonder if you might do something else, even more to make a man's stay a good one. A really good one."

I was sure of what he was getting at but I wanted him to say it.

"I could answer you better if you could be more straightforward," I said.

"All right, I was wondering if you might be okay and willing to do something with me?..you know, sex stuff?..to sort of take the place of getting screwed out of that whore I helped pay for. If you're not okay with it, I understand and I apologize right now for even mentioning it, but if you are, well, I'd be willing to do it?.something, anyway?..in return."

"What'd you have in mind to do?" I asked. "Have you ever done anything like that before?"

"Only thing I ever did was with a neighbor kid when we were both kids, so I don't rightly know even what I'm talking about to do."

"What'd you do with your neighbor kid?" I asked.

"We jacked each other off a few times and once he took my cock in his mouth and I did it for him, but we didn't carry through with it, if you know what I mean."

"Where're you planning on bunking tonight?" I asked.

"We never talked about it but I guess it'll be sleeping in my bedroll somewhere, like always."

"I sleep in the loft at the livery stable. Would you like to stay the night with me there? Let those men think you spent the night with the whore."

"Fuck, yeah! That'd be great!"

To make this part of the story short, I gave Joshua his first real blowjob right there in the bath house, only we didn't carry through with it, like he said cause he wanted to save it till later. Then later, in the loft, I gave him his first piece of ass. He went wide-eyed crazy over it. He fucked me twice, without even pulling out or losing his hardon. Then he surprised the hell out of me.

"Okay, I said I'd do it in return, so do you wanta fuck me now?"

I was flabbergasted. I couldn't believe this slightly older stud would turn his ass up for me. But he did, and after we together made the discovery of his prostate and a short while of being gentle with him, I fucked his brains out. He liked it. He said if he could fuck me again, I could fuck him again. We rested up a little bit and did it all over again. Then in the wee hours of the morning I gave him another real blowjob, took him over the top and let him cum in mouth. He was pretty wide eyed about that, too, especially when I swallowed his seed. Next morning the two men were wondering why Joshua was all smiles and so cocky. And where he'd spent the night.

I returned to Miss Emma's to help make the soap. She said to fill the iron kettle that she used for washing but to use the water from the rain barrel. She drew the lye water from the ash barrel herself, she didn't want me to get lye burns. I remembered that from helping when I was a boy, about being careful about lye burns. After I filled the kettle with the rain water Miss Emma started adding the lye. Together we carried out two big iron pots with melted lard and she handed me a big wooden spoon. She poured the lard into the lye water while I stirred it; she said to keep stirring, but gently, till the mix got thick. When it was, we poured it into a flat, wooden box that she'd greased with lard. She said it had to sit for half a day or so and I could come back and help cut it into bars if I wanted to. We made another smaller batch that she added oatmeal and dried flower petals to; she said that was for washing her face and hands and bathing, and washing her hair.

"Makes it taste not so bad, too, when naughty boys get their mouths washed out with soap," she said.

I went back to help cut the bars but it was still not ready to use, she said it had to sit and cure for about month.

"This is the soap I use for scrubbing everything down at the saloon, isn't it?" I said.

"I expect it is, I'm the only one that I know of that makes soap."

"And in the bath house. But it don't smell like your good smelling soap," I said.

She laughed. "I don't expect the gents would cotton to smelling like rose petals."

"They probably wouldn't know it was rose petals, they'd just think it smelled good," I said. I made a mental note to ask Harold if he wanted to buy some of the good smelling soap for the bath house.

Chapter Eight

Caleb Brown

The biggest cock I ever saw or had was on a mountain of a man called Jesse; I never knew his last name. I was scrubbing down the place with lye soap and steaming hot water like I did every few weeks, and keeping an eye on the door, hoping nobody would come in for a bath till I was finished. But he was let in through the side door from the bar. When I saw him I stopped what I was doing and just stared. His frame filled the doorway. He was wearing a tan canvas shirt that he was busting out of across the chest and the rolled up sleeves clung tightly to his massive arms. I doubted he was even able to button the collar around his thick neck. A couple of buttons were open, showing a flurry of hair on his chest.

His shoulders filled out the shirt massively then tapered down to his small waist that was cinched with a wide belt. Down from his hips his legs bulged against the tight denim trying to contain his thighs. I lingered there for perhaps too long but I was struck by the massive bulge of his crotch. I'd never seen anything like it. He had on work boots instead of regular cowboy boots. He looked more like what I thought a lumberjack would look rather than a cowboy. After a quick sweep down I lifted my eyes upward again, to his face. He had on a funny looking, round knit cap with a yarn ball on the top that sat jauntily on a head of unruly, black curly hair. His dark eyes sparkled under thick eyebrows; it was hard to tell how many days bristle there was on his face. He could be considered handsome, with high cheekbones and a square jaw; to me, in his rugged manner, he was extremely handsome. I noticed his hands when he reached up to take off his cap; they were huge, with long thick fingers, made muscular from hard work.

"The man said I could get a bath and maybe a shave," he said.

His voice belied his physical presence. I expected a booming sound to come out of his mouth; instead he was soft spoken, but still a voice to be heard.

"Yes, sir, I'm just finishing up the scrubbing then I can fix you a bath," I said, thankful even to be able to find my voice.

"There's no rush," he said as he latched the door. He walked over to the bench against the wall and hung his hat on one of the wooden pegs.

As he came more into the light hanging over the tubs I judged him to be in his early forties, or maybe late thirties, it would be easier to tell without his beard. His walk was that of a younger man and I eyed his round, solid butt muscles flexing inside his tight jeans. His butt matched everything else about him. My breath was coming hard. When he sat down on the bench to unlace his boots, my heart was racing with the anticipation of seeing him naked. I walked past him to lock the door leading in off the street. I wanted this man to be in my presence alone.

I stoked the fire in the stove then quickly finished scrubbing and tossed a bucket of water across the floor to wash down the soap then swept it into the drain.

"Name's Jesse, by the way, not sir," he said as he began unbuttoning his shirt. "What's yours?"

"Caleb."

"Caleb," he said, nodding, like he approved.

I started dipping the hot water out of the kettles into a bucket and dumping it in the tub, while trying to keep my eyes averted at least some of the time away from the man undressing. He was shrugging his shirt off, having trouble getting it off his shoulders and arms. On a whim I went over to help pull the rolled up sleeve off his left arm.

"Should've unrolled the sleeve first," he muttered.

"I don't know if that would help, you've got awfully big arms," I said.

His forearms were like hams. I helped him with the other sleeve and took the shirt and hung it up. Naked to the waist, it looked like his upper body was exploding out of his jeans. His shoulders, even his thick chest, were so wide I almost had to move my head from side to side to take them in. His chest muscles were the size that I couldn't have covered them both with my hands and fingers spread out as wide as they would go. I doubted his own hand could cover them. He had big nipples, the size of my fingertip, poking through the dark hair. He was hairy but he wasn't apish; the hair grew in a neat pattern down his hard, rippling stomach that looked like Miss Emma could use it for a washboard. The muscles in his forearms danced as he undid his belt. Suddenly needing a diversion, I went back to dipping the water in the tub.

As I was cooling the steaming water with buckets out of the barrel, I asked him. "Do you like your water real hot or just warm?"

"Better make it hot, there's a lot of grime to soak off," he said.

"Do you want some good smelling stuff in your water? Some men don't, some do," I said, "I guess depending on whether they're going to meet up with a lady."

"Well, I don't foresee a lady but it wouldn't hurt to smell a lot better than I do, as long as it don't make me smell like a femme," he said.

"No, sir, you'll come out smelling like just what you are, a man," I assured him. After I said it I wondered if it sounded funny. I liked the lilac vegetal myself so that's what I added to the bath water. I leaned down to swirl the stuff around in the water and when I straightened back up I got the shock of my life. Jesse was pulling his jeans off and he didn't have anything on under them. They were down off his butt but like the shirt, he had trouble peeling them down his massive thighs and over his bulging calves. Like I'd done with the shirt, I went over to help him, thinking it might be a mistake, I couldn't help myself.

"Why don't you sit down, I'll pull 'em off of you," I said.

He sat on the bench and lifted his legs out to me. I pulled off his socks first, then tugged on the legs of his jeans. All the while I was trying to control my breathing from being gasps. I kept swallowing and drawing in breaths of air that now smelled like the lilac, and fighting to keep my eyes from fixing on the massive piece of meat between his legs.

"You must have some trouble finding pants and shirts to fit you," I said.

He laughed, his stomach muscles dancing. "Been thinking I oughta have my shirts made to fit but I don't know if they custom make heavy duty jeans.

"There's a lady in town that makes dresses and aprons and shirts and the like, if you want to see her about making you some shirts," I said.

He grunted and nodded. I got one leg off, then the other. I'd dropped down on one knee to do it and when he stood up in front of me I was face to face with the biggest cock I'd ever seen or even imagined. I was so excited, even the aroma of stale sweat was intoxicating. He thanked me and reached for jeans to hang up and put his other hand down to pull me to my feet. I didn't want to stand up, I wanted to be down there closer to his magnificent manhood. I wanted to drink in the sight of him. My Godd, I thought, how could anybody grow something that big! And his balls looked like they would fill both of my hands.

He hung up his jeans and walked over to the tub, asking if it was ready for him to get in. I remained in a crouch--I couldn't move--my eyes fixed on his hard-muscled butt muscles rising and falling in turn, flexing mightily with each step. I had to will my legs to push me up and I quickly followed him.

"Yes, sir, climb right in. I'll get you a washcloth and some towels." I grabbed up two towels off the stack at the end of the bench and laid them on the smaller table beside the tub. I heaved a soft gasp as he lifted one leg to get in the tub, the way his butt flexed and separated, and I could see his huge balls and his cock between his legs from behind. Even his hairy ass caused me some excitement. I swallowed my spit and I couldn't understand why my mouth was watering so.

He sank down into the water and leaned back with a low moan. "Ohh, that feels good. It's been too long since I had a real bath. And you got this water smelling mighty good, why I'll need a club to beat the ladies off."

I laughed. "You won't need a very big club, there aren't that many eligible ladies in this town," I said, as I handed him one of the wash cloths I'd torn from a towel. "And I doubt you would beat them off, you'd most like just give them what they wanted."

"You wouldn't happen to cut hair would you?" he asked, chuckling.

"No, I never tried that."

"Well, do you wanta try cutting mine?"

"I don't?.know if, I?.don't know how it'd look when I got done."

"Probably like it looks now only less of it," he said.

"Well, I guess I could try it," I said. "But no guarantees, I don't want you getting mad at me over how it might look."

"You can't do much harm to this curly mop," he said as he rose up out of the water. "I'll sit here on the stool while you cut it, so I don't get hair in the water."

I wrapped a towel around his shoulders then got the scissors and a comb, and took the shaving mirror off the wall. I handed it to him. "Here, you can watch and tell me when I've cut off enough." With that I set about giving my first haircut.

"Just like shearing sheep," he said.

It was easy to cut. I just grabbed a handful and whacked it off, using the comb to keep it an even length all over his head.

"Do you give shaves, too," he asked as he watched in the mirror.

"No, and I don't think I should try that. I'd hate for you to leave all nicked and cut, or worse, with a cut throat."

"I think my skin is tougher than that," he said, laughing. "But I, uh?.well, I had in mind a special kind of shaving??." He let his words linger for a moment without explaining, but then went on. "I had it done once in a bath house in San Francisco where they specialized in about everything you could imagine."

"What kind of special shaving?" I asked rather timidly, for I had no clue what he could be talking about or what I might be letting myself in for.

"Well," He paused and chuckled. "I had my whole body shaved, smooth as a new born baby's butt," he said. "Made me look like some young buck instead of an old bear. I could do my legs and chest myself?.and I wouldn't want it done under my arms or around my cock, just a little trimming there with the scissors?.but I'd need you to get where I couldn't reach, like my ass."

"I d-don't know, I?.." I had to swallow to get rid of the lump in my throat. "I?.I g-guess we c-could do that," I stammered.

"I'll pay you extra for all the extra stuff you're doing besides the bath," he said.

I was finished with his hair. "I guess you should stand over here so I can wash all the hair down the drain," I said as I went over to get the wash pan and the razor and shaving mug and the brush. I set the wash pan on the corner of the stove and filled it with hot water. Then I dipped the brush in it and stirred up a good lather. I didn't ask, I just started lathering up his chest. He dipped the razor in the hot water and began shaving off the mat of dark hair himself.

He shaved his chest and stomach, right down to the patch of thick hair surrounding his cock.

"You can trim that with the scissors, if you don't mind," he said.

"Do you want to shave your legs first?" I asked.

He hesitated, with a screwy frown. "I think I'll leave 'em. Need something left to make me still look like a man."

"I don't think anything could make you not look like a man," I said.

"Do you wanta shave my balls for me, don't know if I'd be too handy at that," he asked.

"I?." I swallowed hard again. "If you trust me to, I guess I could," I said.

"Well, you're not gonna slice 'em off on purpose and a little nick won't hurt 'em," he said, handing me the razor as he stood up.

I was so nervous I really thought I shouldn't do it. I really was afraid I might cut him. But if he trusted me, I didn't feel right about refusing him. I had to move his cock out of the way to get to his balls. It was so heavy.

"Here, I'll get that out of you way," he said as he lifted it up and held it to one side.

I lathered up his balls and steadied the razor. I had no idea how to go about it so I just held one of his balls in my hand and began shaving the sack. That seemed to work, the firm bulk of the big nut serving as a surface for shaving. I did the other one then pulled them to one side then the other to shave up in the apex of his thighs that he parted for me. I gave a sigh of relief when I was finished.

"Have a feel, see if that's okay," I said.

He rubbed his hand down over his balls with a smile. "Feels like a young boy's balls," he said. Then he turned around and cocked one foot up on the side of the tub, leaving me facing his butt, all spread apart and looking so sexy I almost fainted.

I should've had more confidence after shaving his balls but this was deep-in close quarters and I didn't know if I could do, or should even try. But how was I to tell him no? I lathered up his ass with the brush. He chuckled and said the brush felt good. I began with the curvature of his hard butt muscles, gradually and very carefully working into the crevice. Further in, it was a tight fit with the razor and I asked him if he could pull his butt apart for me. He did, and it was easier as I slowly scraped off the thick fur till I could make out his asshole. I just needed to be careful of that.

Several times I had to pause and take a deep breath and steady my hand.

"Lordy, boy, you're sweating," the man said. "Is it that warm in here?"

"I'm k-kinda nervous, doing this," I said, swallowing hard. I was more than nervous, I was drowning in my own spit.

"Well, don't be, just keep a steady hand, I'd hate for you to carve me a new asshole," he joked.

I somehow managed to complete the job without a speck of blood. I sat back on my haunches with a sigh.

"There, done," I said.

He reached back and felt his ass and stood his foot down with a smile. "Feels like a newborn baby's butt. You did a real good job."

I swallowed again. He reached for the razor and brush then, and lathered up his cock and all around to shave his cock himself while I knelt there and watched. It was almost breathtaking to watch him handle the huge tool and I continued to be awestruck by his massive size. When he was satisfied that it was nice and smooth he handed me the brush and razor.

"Now, if you would take the scissors and trim off a little of that bush," he said.

I didn't know why he couldn't do that himself but I didn't question him. I jumped up and put the shaving mug and razor back on the shelf and got the scissors again.

"Just be careful with them scissors, I don't need to be circumcised at my age," he joked.

I trimmed the bush around his cock like I'd cut his hair, taking it by the handful and cutting it off in an even pattern. He seemed satisfied with it as he took the comb and combed it out.

"I guess you're ready for the bath again," I said. "It's probably cooled down some, I'll add some more hot water."

When the temperature was right he climbed back in and sank down into the tub while I sat on the stool and watched.

"Get your brush and razor again," he told me.

I jumped up and got the shaving mug and razor without asking why he wanted it.

"Tell you what I want you to do now. I want you to give me a shave. I know, you said you never shaved anybody, but you have to start with somebody."

"Oh, Mister, I can't do that," I said. "I'll hold the mirror for you while??"

"Son, you just shaved my balls and I ain't speaking in a high voice, and you shaved my asshole. There's no reason you can't shave my face."

He was right. I shaved him, while he laid back and seemed to enjoy it. I have to say, I had a steadier hand for his face.

"You need to add this to your signboard out front, Son. Haircut and shave. Nobody has to know you're not a barber. You put the sign out, they're gonna think you are."

"I'd have to ask Harold about that first."

"I'll say something to Harold on your behalf, tell him what a good job you done on me," he said.

"Please just tell him about me shaving your face, not the rest," I said.

He had been just soaking in the tub. When I was finished shaving him he surprised me again by asking me to wash him. I was so surprised I couldn't get the words out to answer him right away but I knew I didn't have any good excuse not to after I'd cut his hair and shaved him pretty near all over. I told him okay, if that's what he wanted.

I washed his hair first. Then I got the soap and wash cloth and knelt down beside the tub and started with the most logical place, his chest and neck and shoulders. I spent a lot of time there because I was nervous about washing his stomach and maybe he would expect me to go lower. I was so excited my cock was hard. When I was washing his chest for the second time Jesse took my hand and moved it down his stomach. His stomach was so hard with muscles Miss Emma really could use it for a washboard. And now real smooth. He really did look a man half his age. I slowly washed what was out of the water, afraid he would push my hand lower. But before he did I moved to the other end of the tub to wash his feet. He brought both legs up out of the water and hung them over the edge of the tub. I washed his feet then his calves and knees, then on to his upper legs. His thighs were massive, hard as his stomach. I loved the feel of them and my cock throbbed harder. My nerves were on edge. I'd washed his top half and his legs which left only his middle. I didn't know if he expected me to plunge my hands under water or if he would take care of that part himself.

Suddenly he drew his legs up and clasped his hands on the edge of the tub and shoved himself up out of the water. The water cascaded down his muscles like a waterfall. I half held the wash cloth up in case he wanted it but he just stood there with his hands on hips, bringing me face to face with his massive manhood. He expected me to wash him all over!!

It was hard to breath. My cock was throbbing so hard it ached and I was scared he would see it. Oh, Godd! But what else could I do? He was standing a little bit sideways so I decided to wash his butt first. It was dumb because he'd been soaking in the tub and I had shaved his ass but he turned around completely for me wash his butt. I didn't mind all that much; he had an awesome butt and it felt good in my hands. When I'd washed the twin globes he cocked one foot up on the edge of the tub for me to wash between them. I heard him grunt little moans when I touched his asshole. I rinsed him off back there and he turned back around. The moment was at hand.

His cock was arched out slightly now--it was too big and thick to hang straight down--and heavy and thick from the warm water. It hung down well over seven inches. The head was mostly bared, the skin hugging the wide rim. I had to swallow from my mouth watering so bad. I soaped up the wash cloth and washed his balls and between his legs. When I was done I rinsed him off and started to soap the cloth up again but Jesse took it and dropped it in the water. That told me only one thing; he wanted me to use my bare hands to wash his cock. I didn't mind; in fact I was sort of anxious and relieved, it gave me an excuse to touch him there which was what I wanted to do all along but was scared to.

I soaped up my hands and took his cock in my hands. It was so heavy, and so thick I couldn't get one hand all the way around it. I lathered up the full length of man-meat and his hair, then lathered back down where I pulled the sheath back to thoroughly wash the head. There were those little grunting moans again and his cock was expanding. I knew I was spending an inordinate amount of time washing his cockhead but he didn't stop me. Not at first anyway. But finally he said, "Better rinse it off before this gets out of hand."

I quickly splashed handfuls of water on him and he stood out. I grabbed a towel and handed it to him. For an instant I thought he wasn't going to take it, that he expected me to dry him off too, but then he did take the towel.

I pulled the plug to let the tub drain and busied myself cleaning up, fighting to keep my eyes averted from his naked body and especially his huge cock that was swinging around and smacking against his thighs as he dried himself. I worked bent over as much as I could to try to hide my hardon.

Jesse was over at the bench digging around in an old, worn leather satchel. He put a shirt on first, a lightweight blue flannel that he left open while he rolled up the sleeves. His arms bulged out of the sleeves and the open shirt sort of framed his midsection. "Might just call on that sewing lady and see about some new shirts," he said. He pulled on a pair of clean pants, then socks. When he was buttoned up and the shirt tucked in he began gathering up his dirty clothes.

"These pants could damn near stand alone," he said.

"I can run your clothes up to Miss Emma, the washer lady, if you want me to, right now, so she'll get them in the early wash."

"That'd be a good idea. You tell her I'm sorry they're so bad, and tell her I'll pay her extra to take a brush and lye soap to them."

"Aw, she would probably do that anyway, but I'll tell her."

"Listen Caleb, when you get back, why don't you meet me over at the hotel caf? and have supper with me."

"Oh, I'm not fit to eat out after working all day. I would have to take a bath and put on clean clothes and??"

"Well, do it, I can wait. I'd like the company."

I couldn't very well say no. He sounded very sincere, and I really wanted to do it. I wanted to be around him. I ran the clothes up to Miss Emma. She started to fix something to eat to take with me but I told her I was eating at the hotel with the man who owned the clothes. Then I ran back to the other end of town to the livery stable to get clean clothes and back to the bath house to wash up. Wash up was all I could do because there wasn't enough hot water for a bath and besides I didn't want to have to clean everything up again. I stood at the sink and washed everywhere with the wash cloth then dipped water out of the barrel to rinse off. It was cold but I didn't mind. Then I splashed on some lilac vegetal and got dressed.

I ran to the hotel but slowed to a walk as I approached. I didn't want to act like I was too anxious in case he could see me. I went inside and looked around. Jesse half stood up and waved me over to his table that sat against one wall.

"Well, you smell mighty good."

"No better'n you," I said.

I sat down and looked all around the caf?. It was only the second time I'd been there and the first time I'd been there to eat. Jesse asked me if I'd eaten there before, if the food was any good.

"I've never eaten in a caf? before, ever," I said.

"Well, our food will be here in a few minutes."

"You ordered for us? What are we having?"

"You'll see."

I couldn't believe what the waitress set in front of me. A thick slab of beef steak took up more than half of the plate, leaving the rest for roasted potatoes and baked beans. She returned with a plate of sliced bread, butter and two cups of coffee. I just sat and gaped at it for a moment.

"If that ain't cooked to suit you, she'll take it back," Jess said.

"No, no, it?.it's cooked fine. I just never saw this much food on a plate before."

The beef was pretty rare but I didn't say anything. It was just too good to complain even a little bit. I tried not to eat like a hungry wolf but I'd never had so much food put in front of me before.

"You men save room for apple pie," the waitress said as she came by our table.

I was sure I couldn't hold apple pie but when she brought it I didn't push it away.

She filled up our cups a third time and Jesse settled back in his chair, rubbing his stomach.

"You get filled up?" he asked me.

"I'm stuffed," I said. I settled back like he did with my hands wrapped around the warm cup. I didn't drink coffee, but it was what she'd brought so I drank it. It was good.

"So, tell me about yourself. I got you pegged as a loner, you got family?"

"No. Well, maybe I do somewhere, but none that I know of. I never knew my Pa. I seen a picture of him once but I never met him. My Ma was having a tough time of it, worrying so much about taking care of me I felt like I was such a burden and when I got old enough I struck out on my own. I never went back home, and I never heard back from any letters I wrote so I stopped writing. I guess she must've died."

"That's too bad. Where'd you strike out to?"

"West. I came onto a cattle drive they were putting together and I signed on."

"How'd you end up in Glory?"

"I left the drive part way through. Got tired of being treated like they thought I was a girl or something. One of the men got me some food and a horse and I struck out again. He was the best man I ever knew. I wasn't heading for Glory, or anywhere for that matter, but when I got here I decided it'd be a good place to stay and maybe put down roots. I found there was plenty of work for somebody who was willing to work. I pump the water and cut the wood for Miss Emma for her washery and she keeps me well fed. I clean up around the tavern, and run the bath house as you know, and I do some odd jobs around the mercantile, they both pay me money. I also tend to the horses at the livery stable and clean out the stalls and do other odd jobs and I sleep there in the loft for nothing. I guess the hotel is about the only place where I don't work much."

"You don't leave yourself much time to get in trouble, do you," he joked. "Do you have a girl?"

I laughed at that. "There are no women or girls to speak of in Glory, unless you count Lindy, she works as a whore at the tavern. There used to be two whores but the older lady left, headed for New York City. Then there's Mrs. Lawson at the mercantile, Miss Emma, and the ladies who run the hotel, and there's Mrs. Adler who does sewing out of her house, she's got a little girl too young; guess she's about nine. I suppose her and Miss Emma might be available if I was older. I know Eli from the livery stable calls on 'em from time to time, but I think that's to get a good home cooked meal."

Jesse laughed. "Oh, I'd bet it's for more than something to eat."

I knew what he meant but I didn't say anything. I couldn't imagine anything like that going on with either of those women.

"The situation leaves you kindaFglad too high and dry then," Jesse said. "Unless you're doing Lindy on her off time?"

I felt my face getting flushed. If he only knew. He saw my embarrassment and quickly covered for it.

"You planning on settling and making your home here in Glory, what with no women available for a wife?" he asked.

"I've got some ideas about settling here, yes, but they don't include women. They're business ideas. If a good woman comes along, well??." I shrugged it off.

Jesse got up with both of our cups and carried them over to the counter to have them refilled. "Tell me about 'em?..those business ideas of yours," he said as he set my cup in front of me.

I didn't know if he was poking fun of me or not. But I started telling him about my ideas.

"Well, there's an empty building down from the livery stable, they say it's stood empty for a lot of years. It was used for a storehouse for grain and farm tools and the like till the guy just up and left and never came back. Harold at the bar said I could probably just take it over and it'd be mine after a while."

"And you're going to start a storage company?"

"No. The hotel here, it's mostly for ladies, you see. Men stay here, but it's designed and caters more to ladies. A man staying here doesn't even have the use of a bathtub; they're reserved for the ladies. Men have to wash up in a big bowl using a pitcher of water. Or come to the bathhouse."

"Well, that's good for your business," Jesse observed.

"Well, it's really Harold's business," I said. "What I had in mind was turning the storehouse into a place for men to stay. Not anything as fancy as a hotel but a place where they could take a bath and have a clean bed to sleep in. The building could easily be converted to small rooms and it'd have its own bathhouse??here, I've got it drawn up, rough." I dug in my pocket for the paper that held my dreams for a future.

Jessie scooted part way around, like he was truly interested and I went on.

"This is the front entrance with the lobby, a place where men could sit and smoke and talk and have a drink. I don't know about selling liquor, but they could buy it from Harold and bring it here. These are the rooms, five on each side. Then in back would be the veranda where they could sit and talk and watch the sun go down. They could go naked back there 'cause nobody would see. And the bathhouse here in the middle, between the rooms that are on either side. Well, they could go naked pretty much anywhere in the place 'cause it'd be for men only."

"Well, you've got a plan there, obviously thought out," Jesse said with a thoughtful look. "But I can't help be curious, how come you put the bathhouse right smack in the middle of the rooms, with no privacy?"

I knew the minute I said it, he was going to ask that question. I could've kicked myself. I was so caught up in my plans that I just blurted it out the way it was in my mind, without thinking. I wanted to crawl in a hole and pull it in after me. I didn't know how to answer him.

He saw my dilemma. He smiled and patted the edge of the table with his thick fingers and said, "Don't let it get your britches in a bind. I think I understand. And I think it would be a right fine place to stay. Why they would have the livery stable right there handy, and you could send a lot of laundry business to this Miss Emma. I think you've got a workable idea there, son. But the big question is?..do you have the money to make it work? It'll take lumber and nails, water pipe, beds and lamps and other furniture. A copper tub or two, and there's the purchase of towels, and sheets and blankets, pillows, and soap and that good smelling stuff we're both wearing. And there's something I don't see mentioned in your plans. Like I said, you should put it out on your sign that you give shaves and haircuts."

"Well, I didn't know I could give shaves and haircuts till I did yours," I said.

"You'll need a well dug unless there's another source of water," he said.

"I've checked that out, and there's a spring behind the place for plenty of water," I said. "This whole town is on an underground river with little springs popping up. As for everything else, I've been saving my money. I just haven't figured out what everything will cost so I know how much money I have to save. I'll have to talk to Mr. and Mrs. Lawson at the mercantile about what things cost, but I don't want anybody to know anything about it just yet, or they'll be laughing at me."

"I'm not laughing," Jesse said with a stern look. "It'd be easy to just quietly check the prices on the stuff in the store that you'd need to buy, and start making a list. And I could help you out with some of the other stuff, like lumber and nails, with a pretty good guess anyway."

"You'd do that?" I asked excitedly. I was so happy that he was taking me serious and taking an interest.

"I could do more if you're interested in taking on, shall we say, a temporary silent partner."

"What do you mean by a temporary silent partner?"

"Well, I don't want to get involved in a business enterprise that would keep me tied down. But I would consider being a financial partner, for a modest return on investment."

I gaped at him. "Y-you?..y-you want to invest m-money in my little hotel and bath house? You would do that?" I barely managed to get out.

"Sure. But right now I need to see if they've got an empty room here, before they might get all filled up, then we can talk some more."

"Oh, I expect they do," I said with a chuckle. "It's not like they do a lot of business, other than the caf?. I just wish I could offer you a place to sleep, but all I've got is some blankets in the straw down at the livery."

"Well, it wouldn't be the first time I slept in a hayloft," he said. He smiled then and asked, "That is, if you were truly offering me a place for the night, Caleb?"

I wasn't but I didn't withdraw the offer he thought I'd made. It was suddenly hard to breathe again. Was he serious? He would really rather sleep in the hayloft with me than in a comfortable hotel bed? I thought of the boy, Langston. Suddenly everything else began to fall into place. The bath, me shaving him, then having me wash him all over. Was it all adding up to what I was suddenly thinking? I couldn't speak for imagining it.

"We could talk over some of those plans," he went on. "And come to an agreement on our business arrangement."

"Yes, I?.that'd be great?.we c-could talk, and?b-but I don't know why you'd want to?.to spend the night in a hayloft when you can obviously afford a room."

He was laughing. "In case you hadn't noticed son, I'm a little rough around the edges. I've spent way more nights under the stars than I have in a bed, even in the dead of winter."

"Well, it'd be warm in the loft," I said, finding my steadier voice. "The heat from the horses takes the chill off."

"Well, then, if that's a yes." He scooted his chair back and reached down to pick up his leather satchel.

I was so excited I had to go outside and suck in fresh air while Jesse paid the bill. He came out and I led the way to the livery stable. That's when I remembered I hadn't taken care of the horses!

"Oh, Damn, I bet I'm in trouble," I muttered to myself.

"What? In trouble for what?" Jesse asked.

"I forgot all about seeing to the horses."

"Well, they ain't gonna starve in this short a time," Jesse drawled. "We'll take care of 'em when we get there."

I heaved a big sigh of relief that Eli hadn't fed the horses. He was probably visiting the sewing lady, assuming I would take care of them, which he had a right to. Jesse carried in water to fill the tanks while I fed them. It didn't take long and we were climbing the ladder up to the loft. The moon shining in the window gave the loft a soft glow, like a lantern.

I was nervous. Not just about undressing with the man, but now he would be sleeping with me. And judging from things before, I wondered how much sleep he intended for us to get.

Jesse didn't hesitate about taking off his clothes so I didn't either. I didn't want to act like a scared little boy in front of him. I got down to my trousers and spread the bottom blanket over the straw. Jesse had pulled his trousers off and tossed them aside and he picked up the other blanket.

"I'll get this one," he said as he flung it out to cover the other blanket. "It's right neighborly of you to share your bed with a stranger," he said.

"Well, it's hardly a bed," I said as I pulled off my trousers. "And you're not so much of a stranger. I feel like I know you pretty well."

"I feel the same about you, son. We did seem to hit it off, didn't we?"

He was lying down and he held the top blanket up for me to crawl in under it with him. I could already feel the heat he was generating, and I was almost shaking with anticipation and the fear that I would get a hardon.

It wasn't like having Langston under the blanket with me. Jesse was older, worldlier, and twice as big as Langston so he took up a lot more room. I tried to stay at the edge of the blanket but I kept feeling the straw. I heard Jesse chuckle softly.

"You know, son, you don't have to be afraid of me, nothing's gonna happen that you don't want to happen," he said quietly.

Oh, Godd! Was he saying what I thought he was saying? He didn't really say it, but how else could a boy take it?

"I'm j-just t-trying to give you room," I stammered.

"I've got plenty of room, if you have," he said. "And if you don't, you can scoot over here closer."

I froze when I felt his hand on my bare hip. I didn't know I was shaking.

"Come on, son, you're shaking from the cold. Move over here and get warm. It's an age old way of keeping warm on cold nights, sharing body heat."

I wasn't shaking from the cold but I didn't tell Jesse that. I let the slightest pressure of his hand ease me back toward him and I think he moved closer to me. Anyway, our bodies touched; his massive chest and hard midsection against my back, his heavy, muscular arm thrown over me and his hairy thighs against the back of my legs, and most of all, the big meaty lump of his manhood pressing against my butt.

Just his breathing excited me because it made his body move against me. I could feel his tits burning into my back, and the way he had his big, rough hand flattened against my stomach??Fuck, I was getting hard! If he moved his hand just a little lower my cock was going to throb and touch it. He did, and my cock did. I almost fainted when I felt his hand wrap around it.

"That's a mighty fine piece of meat you've got there," he said in a rumbling voice.

"Don't come near matching yours," I croaked. "I think you stole that from a horse."

"No, but my Mama was bred by a stallion?.my Pa. He was the biggest built man I ever saw. And I inherited that from him. He was so proud when he saw I was gonna be hung like him. He made me promise, even if I didn't get married, to get as many women pregnant as I could to be sure our legacy lived on."

"And have you done that?" I asked.

"Been doing my best. But only one that I know of. There might be more--probably is--but I don't stick around in one place long enough to find out for sure."

"How do you know the one?" I asked.

"I seen him."

"You've seen how he's hung, so you know he's yours?" I asked.

"Yeah, and he's mine all right. Kid's a monster. Wouldn't be surprised if he gets even bigger than me one of these days when he's full grown."

"How old is he now?"

"Twelve, thirteen, somewhere in there. I lost track."

"Will you see him again? Do you know where he lives?"

"Only seen him three times but I keep track of him. And I help take care of him with money I sent to his mother. I keep track of a few of the other women, too, just in case I happen to pass through some time or other, I can look in on 'em and see if I left anything behind."

All the while he was talking he was stroking my cock and rubbing his thumb over the head, getting it slick with my ball juice. His cock was swelling too, but slowly, because it was so big.

"You don't mind me doing this, do you? Strokin' your cock and having mine swell up against you?"

"No, I don't mind. I wonder if you'd mind if I felt of yours."

"You can do anything you want with it," he said. He moved away from me and rolled onto his back, cradling me in his huge arm. "Have at it," he said.

I reached down and lifted his cock off his hip where it was slowly swinging around to hard. "Man, it's so heavy," I said huskily.

"Lot of blood being pumped down there, that makes it heavy," he said.

I couldn't begin to get my hand around it, and it wasn't even hard yet. My fingers lacked over two inches I judged of even touching. I ran my fingers over the head, squeezing it back and forth inside the skin. It was already huge, pulsating bigger with each throb. I didn't think I could get my mouth around it, even if he let me.

"Godd, it's so big," I said.

"It made my Pa proud," he said.

"It'd make anybody proud. It's gotta make you proud," I said.

He flexed his arm, making his bicep bulge mightily into a huge ball, raising my head up. "Listen, Caleb, when I said you could do anything you want with me, I meant it truly. If you wanta have a little fun and try suckin' on it, go ahead and go down there. Or if you're more prone to getting fucked, we can do that. Whatever you want."

I wondered if he meant I could fuck him in return, or he would suck my cock, but I was afraid to ask. It didn't matter anyway, I was happy with what he said I could to. I moved down on the blanket and laid my head on his hard stomach. I breathed in the clean, fresh smell of him from his bath. I brought his cock up over his stomach and caressed it like a kitten. It felt like I had hold of an arm. It throbbed and bobbed up and down with gratitude. I felt his free hand on my head, not trying to force me, but more as a friendly gesture of encouragement.

"I oughta warn you, I shoot a lot of juice, in case you take me that far, so you might not wanta take it in your mouth."

"Thanks for telling me," I said as I rose up over his stomach. I leaned down and kissed his cock then slid my lips up and down the side of the shaft as it grew bigger and harder. I was mesmerized at its growth. I lifted it and let it fall back to his stomach with a soft thud. It was heavy and so big around I couldn't get my hand around it and I was having real doubts about getting my mouth around it. Before he was completely hard I brought his cock up and began kissing around the covered head, pushing my tongue under the skin to lick the head raw. I could feel the veins bulging in my hand and if I held it still I could feel his heart beat in his cock. I pulled the silken sheath down slowly to reveal the head. It was like opening a gift. The skin stretched down from the wide bulging meat then locked gently under the thick rim. I licked all around the head, tasting the ball juice that was coming out of the wide slit.

I had tortured myself long enough; I took his cock in my mouth and went down on it as far as I could, which was only a couple of inches below the head. I concluded right then that I wouldn't even attempt to take him into my throat. But I gave him some good tongue which brought the moans I was hoping for. When he was completely hard I was able to wrap both hands around what I didn't have in my mouth. My Godd, how could any man be so big, I wondered. Doubtful as I was, even scared, I couldn't deny the want of him in my ass. He would likely tear me apart, drill me a new asshole, but I would never forgive myself if I didn't try to take him. I kept busy sucking him for quite a while, knowing that partly I was stalling the inevitable. And there was the unexplainable attraction to Jesse's butt that loomed before me.

I was switching off between sucking his cock and munching on his huge, heavy balls and it was while doing the latter that I found myself even more drawn to his butt. It finally got the best of me. While I was down there I lifted his balls up out of the way and nuzzled under them, licking the hard inches under them. He liked it so I kept doing it. Wanting to make it good for him, I slathered my tongue all over and that's when my tongue found the separation of his butt; the beginning of his ass crack. Going further, doing what I had in mind to do should've been revolting but it drew me like a magnet. I licked and lapped further into the crease, getting the warm, soapy-clean musk in my nostrils. I was getting so hot and turned on I could hardly control myself. I slid my arms under his heavy thighs and maneuvered them onto my shoulders. He let his legs fall apart and I was able to get to more of the prize I sought; not just the crack, now I was able to lick down the inner slopes of his butt muscles.

I heard Jesse's barely audible chuckle and he said, "I swear, Caleb, I think you want access to my ass."

"I do, Jesse," I gasped, my voice muffled.

He lifted his legs off my shoulders and wrapped his powerful arms around them to pull his thighs against his chest. His butt lifted up and spread open for me like a cornucopia of pleasure. I nearly swooned.

"Oh, Godd, I never seen anything so beautiful," I whispered. I think it surprised him that I was going on so, and I didn't understand it either but I didn't need to. I just went with my desires, strange as they might have seemed. I buried my face in the bounty before me, kissing one side then the other of the slopes leading to the bottom of the crevice that was to me as much his manhood as his cock and balls.

"MMMnnnnn, I'm sure glad I had you shave it for me, it wouldn't have been so beautiful the way it was," he said.

"I'm glad too," I murmured. "I was so scared doing it, but I'm glad I did." The feel of his live, clenching hole against my tongue thrilled me and I devoured his ass. With each tightening and relaxing I bore my tongue into his hole, till I couldn't stand it any longer and I dug my thumbs into the meaty flesh and stretched his hole wide open. Jesse stifled his outcry before he made too much noise, with his forearm over his mouth and he kept it there as I drove deeper, washing the warm, silken inner lining with my tongue.

"Ohh Sweet Jezusss! Where'd you learn to do that!" he gasped loudly.

"I'm learning now," I told him. "Is it feeling good?" as I went back to it.

From the choking sound of his voice I thought he might be having a spell of some kind. And maybe he was, because he stopped me. He choked and took my head in his hands and raised it up.

"You've got me so close to cummin' boy?.."

In that moment I found my courage. I rose up from his cock but kept licking all around the head. Finally I said, "I think I'd like to have you fuck me, then, if you want to."

"You don't know how I've been waiting to hear those words," he said with a soft chuckle. He maneuvered me into position like I was a rag doll in his hands. The way he handled me with one arm, I wondered if he had any idea how strong he was. I thought I might ride him so I could be in control but he had me on my back with my legs resting on his shoulders, which was no doubt his normal fuck position, considering the women he'd fucked. I was going to get nailed. I trembled inside with anticipation. Or maybe it was fear.

He used spit for lube before I had a chance to reach for the saddle oil I kept tucked under the blanket. I saw him pull the skin back over the head before he set it against my hole. When he pressed the head of his cock against my hole I just knew there was no way he could possibly penetrate me. But he pushed hard, and his strength prevailed. I winced then cringed as I felt the blunt head spreading my hole. He was going to tear me apart, but I loved how the head emerged from his foreskin only to be enveloped in the warm lining of my ass. I grabbed his arms and clung to him. I was honestly so scared I almost told him to stop but before those words could come the head of his cock popped through my hole and my sphincter locked around it. As it did, he quickly clamped his big hand over my mouth, but it hurt so bad that I couldn't even scream. It was a silent endurance of the most excruciating pain I'd ever felt.

I thought he would wait for me to get used to his size but he did what turned out to be the right thing. He shoved right in, burying inch after inch of hugely thick man meat till I thought my insides would burst. Suddenly, as he went deeper and deeper, I was concentrating on being so unmercifully stuffed with cock-meat and forgot the pain of my sphincter being stretched apart. I could feel my insides spreading open then closing around his massive man-meat. I was horrified but thankful when I felt his hair and his heavy balls against my butt. There was a moment before he started fucking me that I could assess the situation I was in. I was under a mountain of a man, filled with his cock the size of a horse and if I did cry out nobody but the horses would hear me. It was fearful but I was proud.

"You took that pretty damned good," he said as he pressed his loins against me.

"When you're where I'm at, there's not much choice," I said.

"No, there isn't, is there? And where you're at is right where I wanted you, so you couldn't get away from me."

"I wouldn't try to get away from you, Jesse," I said. "It would be useless to try and besides, I wouldn't want to."

"I should've warned you, too, son, I can fuck for a mighty long time, just so you know what you're in for."

"Show me," I said bravely. It still hurt and I was afraid when he started fucking me it would be worse, but I wasn't going to let on.

Jesse showed me. He didn't rape me but he came close a few times. He fucked me in every way I'd ever been fucked before plus made me feel things no man had ever made me feel. And some of the feelings were outside the sex; I was attracted to him, the man, like a magnet. Part of it was, his cock was so big every move he made was in contact with my prostate and he made me cum over and over again. I lost count of how many times. It felt like I was spurting out cum with every thrust of his cock. The last were dry cums but the sensations were there nonetheless. By the time he finally bathed my insides with his powerful, hot load my prostate was sore, my balls ached and my ass was so loose it felt like he could've shoved his arm up inside me.

When he pulled out I gushed a sigh. "Godd, I can feel the night air swishing way up inside me."

He laughed and put his hand down there and I felt all his fingers inside me. "You are pretty wide open," he said as he formed a fist and pushed against my hole.

"Ohh, fuck," I whimpered, thinking he really was going to shove his fist in me.

But he patted my ass with his fist and said, "Don't worry, I'm not gonna fist fuck you. You've had enough."

"I've cum so many times I lost count," I said.

"You're probably gonna be sore in there for a few days. I'm always sorry for that but it can't be helped."

"Don't be sorry. I wanted it," I told him. "I was scared but I wanted it.

"Yes, you did. You're the one who asked me to fuck you. I wouldn't have done it if you hadn't asked, even as bad as I wanted to."

"I'm glad you wanted to, Jesse. Glad you wanted me that much.

He lay beside me and cradled me in his arm again and we talked business well into the night.

"Why're you doing this, Jesse?" I asked. "You barely know me."

He laughed and locked his arm playfully around my neck. "I'd say I know you better than I know most people, I just fucked your ass. Having a man's cock buried inside your body makes you pretty damn well acquainted don't you think? But to answer your question?I'm doing it because I can and there's no good reason not to. And you never can tell when I may require a good deed from you in return."

"I was wondering if we would ever meet up again," I said.

"We might, we might not."

"What if I fall flat on my face and lose everything?"

"I don't think you will, but if you do?..well that's the way things go sometimes." He shrugged.

Next morning he fucked me again. I didn't ask him this time, I woke up with hot, stiff cock pushing at my hole. He did ask me, muttering, if I wanted it and I said yes but I would like to do something else first.

"Would it anything akin to what you were doing to me last night?" he chided me.

"It would be exactly that. Do you want me to? I love doing it, Jesse. I don't even know why but I just love your ass."

"All right, fuck yeah, I want you to. But let's make it easier for you this time."

"However you want it, I just wanta do it." And did I ever; my mouth was watering.

He pushed me gently onto my back then stood and straddled me. "You like my butt so much I think I'll park it right here on your chest," he said as he went down on his haunches on top of me, his massive thighs pushed in against my ribcage. His big cock lifted out toward my face, nearly hard. He lifted it and laid the head over my mouth. I opened up and took it. He rocked back and forth, fucking my mouth for several minutes then he rose up and moved further up over me and eased his butt right down on my face. I whimpered with excitement as I began eating him out. It was a wonderful prelude to getting fucked again. My ass was sore but also well stretched, and still full of cum that he used for lube. Afterwards, I took him to Mrs. Adler's; he wanted to see about her making some shirts, if she could get to them right away so he could be on his way. She said she could have them done that morning. As she was taking his measurements I couldn't help notice the way she eyed his massive upper body as she put the tape measure around his barrel chest and across his shoulders. I piped up and said, "Better have her give you more room in the sleeves for your arms."

After that we went over to the Mercantile and had Mr. Lawson put our agreement on paper to keep in his safe, along with some money that Jesse gave him--I didn't know how much--and he said he would be sending more money from time to time.

Jesse took the time to walk through my building and give me advice on how things should be built, and how the water should be piped in from the spring. After lunch he went to see if his shirts were done, he said he would stop by on his way out of town. I kept watch for him. He was a long time at Mrs. Adler's, I figured he had to wait for her to finish his shirts. He came by to tell me good-bye and assured me I would be hearing from him. I was still in a daze as I stood watching him ride off, with an empty feeling in my stomach. I didn't believe I would ever see him again, and I wished he'd fucked me one more time before he left.