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Names, characters, locations and incidents are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
A Cowboy's Song - Eighth Verse
Out here on the range where the sky never ends, If you got any problems, you can count on yer friends, Yer saddlemate partners, the buddies you ride with, And eat with, and joke with, and bed down beside with. Whatever you need when yer drivin a herd, Don't matter if it's serious or jist plain absurd, You can jist ask a cowboy, whatever it is, And he'll kindly oblige you, as certain as piss.
My buddy and me, one long afternoon, Was sittin and drinkin in some saloon And talkin with the friendly barkeeper Paul And agreein that life aint too bad after all. Well, two fellas come walkin in after a while And Paul says "Howdy" and gives em a smile, Introduces them to us, Harry and Gus, And I says to Paul "The next round is on us." And we's gettin along like five petals on a rose When in walks this hombre what none of us knows "Howdy there, stranger, what is you drinkin?" "A whiskey, barkeeper, is what I'm a-thinkin." This guy was a good lookin hunk of a stud And I couldn't help noticin him checkin my bud. He tells us his name it was Two Rivers Joe And he comes from Wisconsin. Then he asks if we know Anythin bout poker. Says he wants to learn how To play the game good. Of course what I knows now Is that Joe was this card shark and hustler as well. But we says "Sure, we'll learn you, fuck, what the hell." So's we sits round a table and Paul starts a-dealin And Joe, he's a losin, and I has a feelin What Joe may know more than he's pretendin But we takes us his money as long as he's spendin.
Well, after a while his luck seems to change And as he starts winnin, what really is strange Is that I start a-losin. This hombre I trusted Is suckin me dry. Fact I'm nearly busted. The situation now jist aint what I planned And I figgers I'd better play jist one more hand. When I picks up my cards and I sees what I got. It don't look too bad, no, indeed it does not. Two aces, two kings, and a seven of spades I got me two pairs, at least, so I trades In the seven and asks dealer Joe for a hit. And he gives me the king of diamonds, no shit. I got a full house now, three kings and two ace, But I knows not to show anythin on my face. Paul folds, so does Harry, my buddy and Gus So now it's jist Joe and me, the two of us. I feel pretty lucky. I knows I was rash But I raises the stakes and puts in all my cash. But Joe he see me and raises me too And I figger he's bluffin, so I knows what to do. I picks up a napkin and borrows a pen And writes me a chit and shows my good friend And he looks at my hand and nods, "I approve." Then I lets Joe read it and he says to me "You've Got real balls there, young man, but I agrees and affirms With jist one minor addition to yer excellent terms. Then he takes the pen and writes jist a bit And me and my buddy, we agree to it. Then Joe says "Ok, show time, what have you got?" I lay down my full house and reach for the pot. But he says, "Hold on, Cowboy, don't be in no rush." And he lays down his hand, a damn royal flush. Then he showed Paul, Gus and Harry the IOU note. I sadly admit now that here's what I wrote: "I hereby gives to Joe, if'n I lose this round, My buddy's asshole, the sweetest I've found, For the rest of the evenin, for him to enjoys." But he had penned in the rest of the boys, Gus, Harry and Paul, to share in the pleasure. I had given away my wonderful treasure, My good buddy's asshole, so precious indeed Lost in a card game, out of pure greed. You knows I was sorry. That I truly regret What I done but a cowboy don't welch on a bet.
I sees my poor buddy is a-feelin unstable As Joe picks up his winnins and clears off the table. While Gus holds my buddy, they pulls off his boots, His levis, his shirt, and his red union suit. They picks him up by his shoulders and knees And lays him bareassed on that table. "Oh, Please, Do not hurt him. He's jist my innocent boy." But they laughed, "For tonight he is our'n to enjoy." And they held up the napkin so I had to admit There was no way in hell I could get out of it. Now all I could do was sit there and watch, A-feelin real sorry and clutchin my crotch.
Joe starts a-strokin and chokin his dick While each of the other three pulls out his prick. Joe's a-workin his pecker and then he suggests They pull my bud's knees clear up to his chest. Course them three assistants, they do whats they're told And that gives em access to my buddy's sweet hole. Gus spits on his finger his saliva juice And then sticks it in to start makin it loose Then Paul sticks in his own finger as well And my poor cowboy buddy is moanin like hell As they pull it and stretch it and open it wide They is so horny anxious to get on inside. And all I could do was sit there and watch, A-feelin real sorry and clutchin my crotch.
And Joe says it's ready so he pushes his dick Between them two fingers and I watch him stick His fat cock in my buddy and start pumpin my friend. Meanwhile over at the other end Of the table old Harry is gettin in place Preparin his own dick to fuck that sweet face, So now they's a samwich with my bud in the middle Whiles Gus and Paul their mantools they fiddle And Harry and Joe jist keeps on a-fuckin My buddy's two holes, whiles he jist lies there a-suckin. And all I could do was sit there and watch, A-feelin real sorry and clutchin my crotch.
Well, bout then two more patrons in the bar came And they asks if they could join in the game. And Joe says "Why not, It's ok by me." But I says "No, dammit. That aint what we agreed. Here is the napkin. See only four Names here is listed. Not one person more. I can't stop you from watchin. It's a public place. But no way is yer cock gettin near my friend's face Or his ass. So back off. Jist go get yer beer And watch from a distance or get out of here." Well, course they both stayed and started a-rootin And strokin their dicks, and hollerin and hootin, Though wishin that they could be mong the fuckers. Then in comes still others, drawn in by the ruckus. And all I could do was sit there and watch, A-feelin real sorry and clutchin my crotch.
Two Rivers Joe he pulls out his dick I sees his cum drippin out, but then jist as quick Gus puts his own dick into the tunnel Which is thoroughly primed, and I see that their fun'll Continue a while. They's only jist started. And me, I was feelin mighty fainthearted As I watches my buddy raped once agin By Gus who I think is as ugly as sin. And all I could do was sit there and watch, A-feelin real sorry and clutchin my crotch.
Meanwhile, my bud is swallowin old Harry's jizz, Who then pulls out his dick and Paul puts in his. And he's givin old Paul a blow job supreme. If his mouth weren't full, I'm sure he'd a-screamed Cause Gus was a-rammin him so hard and all I thought that his cock would soon meet up with Paul. And Gus and then Paul, they both blows their wads And givin a holler, withdraws their two rods. And all I could do was sit there and watch, A-feelin real sorry and clutchin my crotch.
Then Joe he bends over and starts in a-rimmin He says that he likes it whenever his wimmin Let him chew on their asses, and Harry he climbs Up on the table, - says, "Well, a lot of the times My wimmin eats my ass." Then he sits his ass down Right on my bud's face and squirms it around. And my bud's tongue goes deep in his hole, I can tell, Cause it's often been deep into my hole as well. And all I could do was sit there and watch, A-feelin real sorry and clutchin my crotch.
Then Joe says, a-lookin towards me with a smile, "It's time for yer buddy to go doggy style." And the rest of em say, "Yep it's time for a switch. Let's use this here cowboy as our little bitch." So they picks him up and sets him down on the floor And proceeds to fuck his sweet ass some more And Two Rivers Joe, he tells him, I quote `I want you to howl like a wild coyote' So my buddy he's howlin this godawful sound While each of them bastards is goin to town. And all I could do was sit there and watch, A-feelin real sorry and clutchin my crotch.
Well, they kept dealin out hands and rotatin positions A-fuckin his holes without no intermissions. Sometimes they drew mouth and sometimes they drew ass And they played what was dealt em and nobody passed. And it went on for hours, the fuckin and rapin And my poor buddy's asshole wide open was gapin. Both his ass and his mouth were drippin man juice. And he was plum tuckered out from all the abuse. But they gives him no mercy. They cuts him no slack. They jist keeps on with their relentless attack. And all I could do was sit there and watch, A-feelin real sorry and clutchin my crotch.
By now had assembled a sizeable crowd Of horny onlookers but I only allowed The names on the contract to join in the fuck. If they weren't on the napkin they was jist out of luck. Such a pitiful bunch, this here congregation Gathered to witness my bud's violation. So they stands bout and watches and hollers and yells And plays with their dicks and I says "Go to hell." Cause for the life of me I sure as piss does not know Why they was enjoyin this gang rapin show. And all I could do was sit there and watch, A-feelin real sorry and clutchin my crotch.
Well, the clock it struck midnight. The evenin was done. The rapists they pulled up their levis, each one. Each of the voyeurs, since the show was now over, Started headin for home, to his own wife or lover. And I went to my buddy, who was purt near asleep And picked up his body, jist a pitiful heap. I owed him so much and you can jist bet I'd do jist bout anythin to repay him this debt. I totes him naked and helpless back to our bed And I says "I'm so sorry. I wish that instead Of bettin yer asshole, I'd jist folded my hand." And he whispers real softly, "I understand. Now don't beat yerself up. I knows how you feel. We both of us cowboys agreed to the deal. I shoulda remembered that you have lousy luck. But my friend, I could now use a nice friendly fuck."
Yep, out here on the range where the sky never ends, If you got any problems, you can count on yer friends, Yer saddlemate partners, the buddies you ride with, And eat with, and joke with, and bed down beside with. Whatever you need when yer drivin a herd, Don't matter if it's serious or jist plain absurd, You can jist ask a cowboy, whatever it is, And he'll kindly oblige you, as certain as piss.
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