This is Chapter 2 of "One for the Road." There is no copyright on this story. It may be used by others in any way they see fit without attribution. It is written only for my own pleasure and for that of any readers who may come across it.
One for the Road Chapter 2
The next morning, Bubba drove Chuck to Mudhole, where he would confront his wife, Clair, about his decision to leave. Bubba went over to the town's only tavern for a few beers and waited for Chuck to call him on his cell phone.
Chuck found Clair out in the yard playing with their three-year old son, Chip, on the swing set. He loved his son and suddenly felt a terrible guilt that he would be abandoning the boy. Having been abandoned by his own father when Chuck was only seven, he had been determined to be the father to Chip that his own father never was.
When Clair saw Chuck, she said, "Come over to porch where I can keep an eye on Chip. I have to talk with ya. I'll jist come to the point. I'm leaving ya, Chuck. These endless separations are just two hard. Chip and I are taking the bus up to Waco later this afternoon to stay with my Ma and Pa. I left you a long note because I didn't know when you'd decide to come home."
"I can't believe this," said Chuck. "I have to work, you know. The Griffin Ranch was the only fuckin' place I could find work."
"It ain't just that, Chuck. The money ya bring home ain't hardly enough to feed us. And on top of that, we ain't been doin' too well in our sex life. Ya always seem so damned distracted these days.
Chuck's feelings for Clair had waned over the past year, but he didn't know if he could face the reality of losing his son.
"I don't know what's the matter with ya," Clair continued. "More than once I heard ya in the bathroom moanin' away pleasurin' yerself, while I'm layin' in bed waitin' fer you to come and give me some pleasure."
Chuck sat with his head buried in his hands.
"I gotta go, Chuck. It's the only way. And you can come and see Chip anytime ya want. He's yer son, too. I only regret ya ain't been around here enough to be a papa to him. I'm taking only the things we need. You can do what ya wish with the other stuff in the house. It's all yers. It might be a good idea if ya stopped rentin' this place and just moved over there closer to the Griffin Ranch."
It had been over three hours before Bubba received a call from Chuck to be picked up. During the drive back to the Carson Ranch, Chuck broke down. When he had decided to leave Clair, he hadn't realized for some reason how hard it would be to leave his son, Chip. They spoke very little on the drive back. Bubba tried to convince himself he wasn't at fault, but he had the strangest feeling of guilt.
"When we git back to the fuckin' ranch," said Bubba finally, "let's jist git a couple of horses saddled up and ride out somewhere where we can talk. Don't mind tellin' ya I feel like shit over this. Do ya think maybe ya should go back and try to talk her out of it? Maybe ya need to find some fuckin' work closer to Mudhole where ya can be closer to them and be a father to the little one. Jesus Christ. I jist feel so fuckin' bad."
Chuck smiled and wiped his eyes. As he punched Bubba lightly on the shoulder, he said, "It ain't yer fault, Bubba. All ya did was to make me realize somethin' really fuckin' important about my life. I guess it had to happen. Clair'll be better off without me now. And so will Chip, really. I learned something fuckin' basic about me, and I know the marriage would fall apart eventually anyway because of it."
Chuck McGuffey resigned his job with the Griffen Ranch and moved in with Bubba at his two-room house. It was not customary that the foreman would have a roommate in his small quarters, especially since it was furnished with only one bed. But Henry Carson, owner of the Carson Ranch, permitted it without question. Bubba and Henry had an understanding. Shortly before Bubba became Foreman, he had walked into one of the barns and found Henry fucking his own fifteen year old daughter, Meg. They were both naked. It was a thoroughly consensual relationship they had, and it had apparently occurred many times before.
Not long before that occurrence, Henry had found Bubba alone in the gang showers with one of the other ranch hands. Bubba had the man leaning against the wall and was fucking him. Bubba was not happy about the other hands finding out about that. But now, they both had a secret that created a comforting equilibrium between them. Henry knew about Bubba's interest in other men and, to protect his own secret affair with his daughter, he permitted Bubba to have Chuck as a roommate without discussion.
While Bubba had hoped that not much notice would be taken of the relationship between him and this new employee, rumors began to fly. There were still ranch hands there who had been out on those long sojourns on the range with Bubba years before. They remembered how he always enjoyed masturbating at night with the others, and would even grab their dicks and masturbate for them. And then there were those times when he and several others fucked each other on those long lonely nights. It was always Bubba who instigated it. There came to be no doubt in the minds of everyone that Bubba and Chuck were lovers and were having great sex with each other. But they all respected Bubba's authority and the hard work he was willing to do along side them. There would be no point in making an issue of the man's sex life.
After several weeks on the job, Chuck had won the approval and respect of the other hands. He was strong and solid and could do the hard work that some of the others could not do. He usually worked without a shirt, and Bubba would watch sometimes as the sweat rolled off Chuck's darkly tanned skin, and as his muscles would ripple and strain with every move of his body. Bubba had never in his life really loved another man. A good hot fuck and a good hard dick to suck on was all he craved. But he felt different about this man Chuck. He'd kissed Chuck the night he'd met him---something he'd never done before---and the feel of Chuck's soft, warm lips excited him. They had explored each other's mouth with their tongues. And he'd ravenously sucked his own cum out of Chuck's asshole. He had run his tongue over the smooth skin of Chuck's stomach, sucked on the hair around his balls and bathed his sensuous legs with his tongue.
Everything was different now. When he'd first met Chuck, all he was interested in was getting his cock up that cute little round ass of his. Now I want all of Chuck, he thought, his whole fuckin' body. I'll never share him, he thought. He's mine. I own him now. It was unmistakable. He loved Chuck deeply. But he wouldn't tell him. He knew about those things. It would probably drive him away.
One evening, Bubba decided to join the rest of the men in the gang showers. Chuck had decided to use the gang showers rather than use Bubba's private shower so that he wouldn't inconvenience Bubba. Standing under a showerhead near Chuck, Bubba could tell the other men were looking at chuck's body. He was convinced that they were looking at it with desire. It terrified him that he may have competition. He wanted Chuck to himself, and he swore no one else would ever touch him. After all, everyone knew that what Bubba wanted, Bubba got. And anything he wanted to keep, he kept.
That night in bed, Bubba pushed his body up close to Chuck's naked body and ran his tongue over the light hair on Chuck's forearm.
"Ya know, Chuck, ya can use my fuckin' shower. It's fer both of us. Ya don't have to walk over there to them fuckin gang showers."
"Aw shit, Bubba. I don't mind. I'll jist leave it to you. The last time we wanted a shower, you had to wait fer me to git out. No fuckin' problem to me to go over with the other guys."
Bubba slid down and ran his tongue over the muscles on Chuck's thigh and then over his balls. He raised his head and looked at Chuck.
"Ya think them mother-fuckers in the showers look good to ya?"
"Yeah. There's some hot lookin' fuckers here on this ranch. Over at the Griffin ranch, they was all a bunch of fucked out dogs."
Bubba closed his eyes. He could hardly stand the idea that Chuck would want to fuck around with any of the other hands. He looked up and said, "Ya might as well fergit about it. None of them fuckers are interested in playin' around anyway."
"I wasn't thinkin' about it, Bubba. I ain't interested in them. I like it jist like this. You playin' with my balls and ticklin' my skin with yer fuckin' tongue and all. Hey, have you ever fucked around with them guys?"
"Well, I think I told ya we used to fuck each other when we were out on the range. Back then we weren't nothin' but a bunch of horny assholes. We had two things, cocks and assholes. That's all the fuckin' shit we had. What else could we do with 'em but fuck."
Chuck lifted his legs so Bubba could get his tongue down inside his crack. "I asked ya once if ya ever fucked Tony, the bartender over at the Sorry Ass Tavern. Did ya?"
"Sure."
"Ya know, the second night we was there, I could see he had a big fuckin' hard-on the whole time. It stuck out like a fuckin' yard-arm. And he kept runnin' his hands over his little round butt. And he kept smilin' at me. I probably could of taken him in the back room and fucked that cute ass of his. Is he a good fuck, Bubba?"
"Shit no. He weren't nothin."
"Why? What was wrong with him?"
"He jist weren't no fuckin' good, that's all," said Bubba with irritation in his voice.
Chuck sat up and pressed Bubba's head again his stomach. "What's the matter, Bubba? Did I say somethin' wrong?"
"Aw shit, Chuck," said Bubba quietly. "Why do we have to talk about him, or them other cocksuckers. It's jist you and me tonight. Them other fuckers don't have nothin' to do with us. We don't need them assholes."
Chuck ran his fingers over and through Bubba's thick beard. "I'm sorry, Bubba."
"Naw, it's me that's sorry. I ain't a very nice person sometimes."
"Yes, ya are. I wouldn't love ya if ya weren't, Bubba."
Bubba could feel something that felt like a pile of rocks bouncing around in his chest. "I love you, too. More than any other fucker on earth. I guess I jist ain't right with the idea that ya might want some other asshole to fuck."
Chuck pushed him off and said, "Jist shut yer yap, and fuck me, will ya."
As Chuck raised his legs high, Bubba buried his face in his crack and slashed his tongue through the thicket of hair to get to Chuck's pucker. He flooded his asshole with saliva and then mounted him.
Would ya do somethin' fer me?" asked Chuck. Just when yer about to cum, pull out and shoot it on me. I want to watch it spurtin' outta yer fuckin' penis all over me. I ain't never seen no hot cream spurtin' outta a man's cock, other than my own."
Bubba plunged his hard rod into Chuck's rectum and began to pump slowly as they looked into each other's eyes. After several minutes, Bubba's handsome face became wet and shiny with sweat. Beads of sweat began to drop from his forehead onto Chuck's stomach. Chuck rubbed his hands over it and sucked his fingers. He loved it when Bubba would come in after working in the sun without a shirt. He would take Bubba in his arms and kiss and lick his warm, slick and sweaty skin, and suck on his wet chest hair.
Bubba could see the love in Chuck's eyes as they looked at each other, and he hoped that Chuck could see the same love in his own eyes. This is how he wanted it. This is how it had to be. Their two bodies totally locked together like this for all time. No one could come between them. He would see to that.
Suddenly, Bubba could feel the beginnings of his orgasm sweeping through his gut. He pulled out and, as his gorged penis throbbed violently in his hand, rope after rope of hot white cream spewed out onto his lover's chest and chin and mouth. And just as the final surge sent forth another stream, Chuck stiffened up and shot his own sperm to be mixed with Bubba's.
The next day, Bubba and Chuck were sitting in the horse barn having a smoke. Bubba said, "I got somethin' I gotta tell ya. Ya know I told ya about my eighteen year old son. He comes down here to see his old man pretty often. We git along real well. I got word a few days ago, he's comin' to see me this afternoon and he's gonna stay fer the fuckin' weekend."
"That's great, Bubba. Maybe some day when my little Chip gits old enough, I can git him down here fer a visit. What's yer son's name. Is he as good lookin' as his papa?"
"His name's Corey, and he's better lookin' than me. He's kinda smooth. He don't look like a dried up fuckin' old lizard like me."
"Hey, yer only thirty-eight. And ya look twenty-five. Ya ain't dried up."
Bubba liked the compliment and smoothed out his beard with his hand. "Corey's a mama's boy. His Ma finally married a rich old fucker who's sendin' the boy to college next year. But Corey loves it down here on the ranch. When he was jist a little shit I flung his ass up on a horse and taught him how to ride. He loves it and he's good. As good as me. Last summer, he come down here fer about a month and worked his fuckin' ass off. Jist as good as any of them cocksuckers I got workin' fer me. I sometimes wish he'd come down permanent to work. But I guess I'm glad he's gittin' an education like I never had."
"I'm anxious to meet him, Bubba."
"Thar's jist one little problem. When he's hear, he always stays with me. I gotta figure somethin' out."
Chuck punched Bubba on the shoulder in his usual playful way. "Aw shit, Bubba, that ain't no problem. There's plenty of fuckin' room in the bunk house. I'll find me a bed there while Corey's here."
Bubba was not happy with the idea that Chuck would be spending the nights with the other hands in the bunk house. He wanted to trust Chuck, but at nineteen, he was still young and horny and anything could happen. Besides, who wouldn't want to get a good fuck out of Chuck's cute little ass?"
"No, I don't want ya to be sleepin' over there with them mother-fuckers. I jist gotta think about it."
Chuck had already come to the conclusion that Bubba was a jealous man. Chuck loved Bubba, but he had been attracted to some of the other great looking cowboys on the ranch. With Clair, he had come to feel trapped in a way. He didn't want to feel that way anymore. He wasn't sure he liked the way Bubba was protecting him from other adventures.
By late afternoon, Corey had arrived in his two-seater MG. As Chuck stood off to the side, Bubba grabbed Corey and gave him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.
"Shit, Corey. I'm glad to see ya. How's yer Ma?
As Corey glanced over at Chuck, he said, "She's the same as ever. All wrapped up in her social life. She isn't even aware of what I do anymore. I don't even think she remembers I'm going off to college next fall. I just don't get involved much with her, and she seems to be happy about that."
"And How's yer step-daddy?"
"He doesn't pay any attention to me, either, as long as I don't do anything to embarrass him with his big money friends. That's all he cares about. He'll be glad to get me out of there and away to college. He and mom don't seem to do much together. He's always out somewhere with one of his little bimbos."
"Well, I'm jist glad yer down her with me fer a few fuckin' days. Hey, shit. Where's my manners? This here is Chuck. He's a new ranch hand. And he's the best fuckin' worker I got."
Corey stepped over and shook hands with Chuck, "Glad to meet you."
Bubba said, "I gotta tell ya Chuck here is stayin' with me in my place. Just temporary, you know, until I can free up another fuckin' bunk fer him."
Bubba had thought all day about what he was going to do. He didn't want either one of them to be staying out of sight and bunking with any of the others.
"If ya don't mind, Corey, I guess the three of us can stay in my place fer the few fuckin' days you'll be here. Me and Chuck's pretty big, but yer a little thinner than us, and I think my fucking double bed oughta be good enough."
Corey and Chuck smiled at each other in agreement. "Dad, I understand. Whatever arrangement you make is fine."
Bubba said, "Chuck, you wanna take Corey's suitcase on in the house. I gotta check on them cocksuckers over there and make sure they load up them fuckin' fence post properly."
Chuck and Corey went in and sat down. Chuck said, "Yer pa tells me ya do a lotta good work down here when ya come."
"Yes, I love it down here. I love the outdoors. I don't get much chance to get any exercise back home in the city. I love being down here with my dad. He taught me how to ride when I was just a little kid. He's the greatest."
"Ya love yer dad a lot, don't ya."
"Yes, he's my ideal. I wish I could stay down here with him permanently."
"I can see yer pretty muscular, even though yer slender."
Corey bared one of his arms and held it up. "That's right. I got myself built up by all the work I've done down here."
Corey stared at Chuck for a few minutes and then said calmly, "Do you fuck my dad?"
Chuck was speechless for a moment. That was the last question he expected to hear. "Why do you ask that."
Corey smiled. "Don't worry. Just tell me. Do you fuck my dad?"
"Well, yes. Shit, Corey. I'm sorry."
Corey laughed. "Don't be sorry. Dad loves to get fucked. And he loves to fuck young guys like you."
The obvious question came to Chuck's mind. "I guess he does. Does he . . . I mean . . . do you . . . .?
Corey reached over and slapped Chuck on the knee. "Sure we do. Dad and I love each other. And we fuck each other every chance we get."
Chuck sat with his mouth hanging open as he looked at this handsome young man who just admitted he fucked his dad.
"Well, Corey, I offered to sleep over in the bunk house. I can still . . . ."
"No, no. The three of us can do just fine in dad's bed. Dad's very possessive, and I could tell he was a little worried to have us all in his bed. I think we can just let him call the shots. He might be hesitant at first. But he gets pretty horny, as I'm sure you know, and I have no doubt all three of us will have a pretty good time."
Supper in the chow hall was the usual Friday night fare. Baked beans and cornbread and a bowl of Mexican chili peppers to chew on. After supper, Corey suggested they walk up to the knoll about a hundred yards from the complex and watch the sunset.
Corey said, "Whenever I come down here, I like to go off with dad and have him tell me stories about when he was growing up on his pop's ranch. They're great stories."
They brought a couple of bottles of beer each and sat facing the West. "Okay, dad tell some more about when you were a kid."
"Did I ever tell ya 'bout the time Pop fucked an old goat? Pop was always lookin' fer adventures. He grabbed that fuckin' goat by the hind legs so it wouldn't kick him in the balls, and pulled his the goat's ass up to his hips. He pounded his cock up that little fucker's ass like a fuckin' jack hammer. He told me he never fucked an ass that tight. Then he tried to fuck an old settin' hen. That was a fuckin' sight. That chicken was a squakin' and fighten'. And there were fuckin' feathers flyin' all over the place. But he couldn't git his cock in it. We ate that fuckin' chicken the next night."
Corey said, "Tell Chuck about the first time you ever got fucked. I love that story."
"Well, shit. That was the big fuckin' turnin' point in my life. One night when I was about thirteen, I walked in on my Maw and Pop while they was fuckin'. I could see 'em from the rear and got a good fuckin' view of Pop's fat cock sloshin' in and out of Maw's wet pussy. I left pretty quick 'cuz I didn't know if they'd appreciate me bein' there. Then a couple of fuckin' nights later, I peeked in on them again and Pop was fuckin' her in the asshole. Shit. That brought my dick into full mast. Then I kinda made a mistake. I went out and told some of the ranch hands that I saw Pop fuckin' my Maw in the asshole. The story got around, and when it got back to my Pop, he beat the shit outta me. Then he told me if I got so mother-fuckin' excited about asshole fuckin', he would arrange a little present for me. Later that afternoon, five ranch hands grabbed me and threw my ass into a truck and drove out to the edge of the ranch. They stripped me down and ever one of them mother-fuckers fucked my ass hard. And before they was done, they all fucked me again. It was like my asshole was on fire for a week after that. But ya know what? Pop was tryin' to punish me, but I loved it. After that, I was beggin' them mother-fuckers fer more."
By this time, both Chuck and Corey had released their flaming hot cocks and were stroking them as Bubba talked.
"Then when Pop walked in on one 'em fuckin' me in the barn, he got all hot and threw the guy aside and plunged his own fuckin' cock into me. That was the best of all. Ya know, ever since then I got gang-banged regular. Fuck! Them were the days."
Corey said, "I get horny as a toad whenever you tell that story."
"Ya ever git gang-banged, son?"
"Nope."
"Well, it's time to go back to the house. Looks like it's gonna be a long night ahead of us mother-fuckers."
As Corey had predicted, getting his dad to tell some of those stories had worked Bubba into a sexual lather, ready for anything. In bed, Bubba lay in the middle, with Chuck and Corey on either side. They each played with and sucked on Bubba's nipples, as Bubba's cock stood up rock hard and throbbing. The veins that encircled it were bulging and red. He closed his eyes, as Chuck and Corey ran their tongues over his smooth, deeply tanned skin, sucking on his leg hair as they bathed his beautifully shaped and muscular legs with their tongues."
Bubba enjoyed the attention he was getting from these two hot young men. He wanted them to continue going over his body like that, but did not want them to turn their attention to each other.
"Okay," said Bubba as he sat up. "Which one of ya mother-fuckers wants me to fuck 'em first?"
Chuck and Corey looked at each other.
"I'll take you first, Corey, since I ain't fucked ya in so fuckin' long"
Corey lay on his back and pulled his thighs up against his chest. Bubba buried his face in Corey's ass crack and filled it with saliva. Mounting Corey, he plunged his blazing hot penis into his son. Chuck could hardly stand watching this and lowered his head onto Corey's chest where he sucked and nibbled on his nipples. Bubba was clearly not happy with this as he pounded Corey's ass harder and harder. Letting out a lion's roar, Bubba's cock erupted inside of his son's ass and fill the boy's rectum with his hot cream.
Corey leaped up and said, "It's my turn now, dad. It's been a long time for me too, since I've fucked that tight asshole of yours."
As Bubba pulled up his legs, Corey peered into his wide-open ass crack filled with a snarl of black hair. He loved the hair in his dad's ass and ran his tongue through it until he reached his asshole. He could feel Bubba's asshole extending outward as though it were beckoning the entrance of his son's penis. Bubba lay with his head rolling from side to side, eyes closed, and moaning softly.
As Corey humped away, Chuck moved in between Corey's legs. He took each slender leg in his hands and kissed and licked every inch of them. They were soft, luscious legs, covered with a soft layer of light brown hair. His calves were so beautifully shaped that Chuck wished he could eat them. The feel of Chuck's tongue and lips on them sent Corey almost into a euphoric trance and triggered his orgasm quickly. Bubba could feel Corey's hard penis throbbing violently in his rectum and the warm flow of his son's thick sperm flow into him."
As he rolled off, Corey said, "Poor Chuck hasn't had anything yet."
Bubba quickly said, "Okay Chuck, pull yer legs up. It's time fer you to git a good fuck."
Corey said, "Dad, your boner's gone down. You're not ready to fuck anyone yet. I think Chuck should have a chance now."
"Okay," said Bubba as he began raising his legs.
Chuck crawled over him and said, "Bubba, me and you fuck all the time. This may be the only fuckin' time I'll git to git a little of Corey's sweet little ass."
As Corey lifted his legs invitingly, Chuck ran his tongue over his hard little buns and into the crack where, like Bubba and Corey did, filled it with his saliva. Bubba was decidedly put out over this. He had thought that he could keep these two young Turks away from each other, even while in the same bed. He watched as Chuck pushed his cock into Corey's ass hole and then humped slowly. Bubba could hardly stand it when he watched Chuck lean down and kiss Corey on the lips. Corey held Chucks head down in order to prolong the kiss, which became deep and passionate.
Bubba turned his head away. Nobody had ever invaded his territory. Nobody had ever dared to do that. Chuck was his territory. And Corey was also his. What a mistake of judgment it was to have them both in bed with him at the same time. He should have known these two would be hot after each other. It was a long fuck. Chuck continued at a slow humping pace. Why, thought Bubba, doesn't he just cum and get it over with? He turned back and watched Chuck's little round hard buns rising and falling. They were hard, but the skin that covered them was soft as velvet.
Finally, it was apparent that Chuck was close to orgasm. They kissed some more while Corey ran his hands over the dusting of hair that covered Chuck's muscular forearms. Chuck suddenly threw his head back and, with his face distorted in exquisite agony, he pounded his hips against Corey's ass hard with every surge of sperm that shot into Corey's asshole.
Chuck collapsed onto Corey, their sweaty stomachs and chests pressed together. Bubba said nothing. They soon separated and lay next to each other panting to catch their breaths.
Bubba finally said, I gotta go in and take a crap. Them fuckin' beans and hot chili peppers for supper are about to explode."
Bubba sat on the toilet. He had mixed feelings about what had just happened. He had lost control of the situation. He didn't blame them. It was his own fault. Very quickly, his mind was on the good feeling he was about to have as his shit came out. As he had once told Chuck, the feeling of nice big turd sliding out of his asshole was akin to a real sexual experience. But the beans and chili peppers had turned his shit into a soupy mess. It blasted out of his ass with loud explosive force, splashing back up all over his ass. It just kept coming along with almost endless noisy and juicy farts. It wasn't a solid turd, but it still felt rather good as the brown smelly glop shot out of his ass.
Eventually, he had emptied his bowels completely. He cleaned up his ass and, as he was preparing to leave the bathroom, he could hear Corey and Chuck talking.
Corey said, "Sometime when I have a real good hard one, I want fuck you. I'm glad dad took awhile in the bathroom so I could give you a good tongue fuck, at least."
"I loved it, Corey," said Chuck. "I can't wait to git that fuckin' cock of yers up my ass."
"I know what, Chuck. Tomorrow's Sunday, and no one'll be working. Why don't you and I saddle up some horses and ride out to a little stream I know of and just be alone together for the afternoon?"
"Hey, man, I'd like that. I want to git into that fuckin' cute little ass of yers one more time before ya leave. As well as gittin' a good fuckin' from this pretty cock of yers."
Corey said, "The only thing is that dad might not be too happy about just you and me going off together. I've seen in the past how possessive and jealous he can get."
"Aw, Corey. I love yer Paw, but he don't own me. Nobody owns me. I can do what I want."
Bubba stood quietly behind the bathroom door. He tried hard to fight back his anger and his hurt. What does he mean, nobody owns him. I own him, he thought. Shit!"
Bubba emerged and threw himself on the bed between the two boys. "Now go to sleep, both of ya. And don't touch me. Jist keep yer fuckin' hands to yerself."
Both Corey and Chuck lay quietly, knowing that Bubba was upset about Corey having fucked Chuck. Corey also suspected that his dad had overheard them talking.
The next morning, Chuck wasn't sure about going off with Corey and leaving Bubba alone. But Corey had no fear and told Bubba that he and Chuck were going off alone for the afternoon.
"Do what ya fuckin' please," growled Bubba, as he turned and walked away.
Corey and Chuck saddled up their horses and rode out to the stream about three miles from the ranch complex of buildings.
As they tied up their horses to a tree, Corey said, "I've been coming out here since I was a little kid. That stream's nice and high today. Do you want to swim a little?"
"Aw shit, I don't know how to swim."
"It's real shallow. You can just stand up in it."
They both stripped off their clothes and waded in. As they stood in the middle with the water rushing by them, Corey suddenly took Chuck in his arms, and they kissed deeply.
Corey said, "I could fall in love with you, Chuck. That's for sure. There's something about you. Your big smile, your beautiful eyes. Your whole body excites me so much."
"Aw, I ain't nothin. I'm jist an old ranch jockey and don't have much smarts."
"First of all, you aren't old. You're only a year older than me. Besides, I love ranch jockeys. I wish I lived down here instead of going to college."
"Don't say that, Corey. I wish I'd had the fuckin' smarts and the money to go to college. My Maw and Pa were good people, but they ain't never had no money. You'll be up there with all them hot college guys. I'll bet you'll have more to fuck around with than you can handle. You got a cute little ass and I'll bet they'll be waitin' in line fer ya."
"Maybe. And maybe not. This is where I want to be. Down here with all you guys who work hard and don't have any pretenses. What we see is what you are, as they say. No games, like all those little snot nosed snobby guys play up there."
They got out of the water and lay on a blanket looking up at the passing clouds.
"You guys are passionate and you don't hide it. You work hard, you fuck hard, and you don't play games. I want to be one of you. I want an open life where I don't have to hide behind some nicey nice façade."
Chuck rolled over and took Corey into his strong arms and rolled him up on top of himself. Their penises grew hard and pressed against each other. They kissed deeply and passionately as they ran their hands over each other's body.
Corey began to slide down, swirling his lips and tongue around Chuck's massive pecs and sucking on the soft hair that covered them. Now down the stomach and into the navel.
Corey bent his head upward and looked into Chuck's eyes. "I love every inch of your body, Chuck. The taste and smell of your skin sends me into a frenzy. If I had nothing else, I would be satisfied with just the taste and feel of your skin on my lips and tongue."
Soon Corey was sucking on the soft skin of chuck's ball sack, and bringing his tongue down over the perineum and deep into his ass crack. Slowly pushing Chuck's strong legs into the air, he buried his whole face into the soft hair that filled the crack. Chuck could feel Corey's tongue sweeping madly over his asshole, and then he could feel it pushing in."
"Aw shit, Corey. Stick that mother-fuckin' cock up in me. I gotta have it."
Corey plunged the full length of his rod into Chuck's asshole as Chuck took hold of Corey's ass cheeks. A cool wind blew over them giving them both goose pimples.
"Yer ass feels like one of them prickly pears," said Chuck.
"Yeah, and you've got them too. Every single beautiful hair on your arms is standing straight up. Lift one of them up so I can run my lips over that soft hair."
As Corey sucked on Chuck's arm, it excited him so much that he could feel the tightness take hold of his gut. He didn't want to cum yet. The feel of his penis clamped tightly in chuck's asshole was almost beyond description. He could feel on the end of his penis the soft warm inner flesh of Chuck's rectum. But it was now beyond his control. The muscle at the base of his penis cramped like it was in a vice and then the surges began. His orgasm took hold of his body so violently that he thought he was going to faint. Even his arms that held him up began to buckle and, before even the last spurt of his cream came out, he collapsed on Chuck's body. He lay there gasping for air as Chuck kissed and ran his tongue all over his sweaty face and letting his lips be tickled by Corey's long curly black eyelashes.
They lay there in each other's arms for a long time, never wanting to let go. But eventually, Corey rolled off. Chuck's raging hard cock stood straight up and bobbed around involuntarily. Corey kissed it and licked up and down and around the shaft, now encircled with bulging purple veins. Soon, Chuck could feel the head of his penis sliding back and forth over the roof of Corey's mouth. Corey held his lips around it, making it feel like a really tight asshole. Corey's long curly hair flopped down over his eyes and tickled Chuck's stomach as he sucked. Chuck ran his fingers through it, as Corey pushed two fingers up Chuck's ass. Pulling them out, and continuing to suck, he offered them to Chuck. Chuck pushed Corey's fingers in his mouth and sucked off the smelly cum that Corey had deposited there. As he did so, his orgasm took hold of him like a lightning bolt, almost without warning. Corey kept Chuck's cum in his mouth and, when he pulled out, he slid forward and kissed Chuck, letting his cum flow between their mouths.
As Corey moved his head up, he saw something in the distance. It was a horse standing next to a tree. It must have been close to a hundred yards away. A man was sitting on the horse. Corey could barely make it out, but he knew it was Bubba sitting there watching them.
"Chuck, I'm afraid we've got an audience. Turn your head and look over there. It's dad."
"Aw shit," growled Chuck. Why would he do that?"
"I'll tell you why. He can't stand anyone, not even me, doing anything with you. I told you he was possessive. We've got to get going and face the music. I've also got to start back home this evening. I'm starting a summer job in the morning."
After mounting their horses, they stopped at the stream and let the horses drink. Looking back, they saw Bubba turning and riding away.
When they returned to building complex, Bubba was sitting on the step of his little house smoking. As one of the ranch hands led the horses back to the horse barn, they stood in front of Bubba.
"We saw you out there, dad," said Corey. "You could have come closer and joined us after riding that far."
Bubba looked past them and didn't say a word.
"Dad, I've got to get my stuff together now and get on back home." Corey sat on the step next to Bubba as Chuck stood awkwardly in front of them.
Corey put his arm around Bubba's shoulder and kissed him on the cheek. "I love you, dad. I'll see you again one of these weekends."
Bubba brought Corey's head close to his and kissed him on the lips. "I love ya, too, more than you'll probably ever know." Releasing Corey's head, he said gruffly, "Now git the fuck on outta here."
Bubba went on in the house, while Chuck stayed outside to wave goodbye as Corey sped off. He hesitated to go in and face Bubba, but there was no helping it. He went inside and saw Bubba stretched out on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
Without looking at Chuck, he said, "What I let ya do last night wasn't good enough fer ya, was it."
"What are ya talkin' about."
"Can't ya understand plain fuckin' English. I said it wasn't good enough fer ya. Fuckin' Corey right here in this bed next to me."
"Shit, Bubba, ya invited us both to sleep with ya. What'd ya expect. I liked him. Ya tryin' to tell me I couldn't be with him agin?"
Bubba leaped from the bed and swung his fist at Chuck, hitting him on the side of the head and knocking him to floor. Chuck grabbed Bubba's legs and pulled him down. They fought like animals, swinging their fists at each other's heads and stomachs. Blood began to run from Chuck's nose. After a long struggle, Chuck gathered all his strength and punched Bubba in the face, flattening him on the floor. A huge cut opened up on Bubba's cheek and blood ran down into his ear.
Bubba was dazed and felt he couldn't move. His eyes fluttered and opened slightly. Everything was a blur. After many minutes, Chuck's face came into focus. Chuck was on the floor leaning against the wall, panting heavily.
Bubba looked at him and said, "You son-of-a-bitch. You're mine. You've been mine from the beginning."
Chuck struggled to get up. "What do you mean I'm yers? I don't belong to you. I don't belong to no fuckin' body."
Bubba was still unable to move. His words were slurred. "I gave you this fuckin' job. I'm the one who taught ya how real men fuck each other. You belong to me."
Chuck forced a laugh. "I never signed no fuckin' marriage contract. I'm only nineteen. Yer the only one I've ever been with. Fer years you been out fuckin' every mother-fuckin' asshole you can find. Sure, you gave me a taste of what it was like to fuck a man's asshole. And now you wanna tie me down. I'm goin' out and find me all the fuckin' assholes I can git into. And you can go fuck yerself.
Chuck gathered up his things and stuffed them into his canvas bag. Looking down at Bubba, still prostrate on the floor, he said, "Jist remember, you asshole. I'm free. And I'll always be free.
Chuck left and slammed the door behind him. Setting out in the dark toward the main road, his eyes began to burn, and tears rolled down his cheeks. "Oh, God-damn you, Bubba," he said aloud. "Damn you."
To be continued. Comments of any kind are always welcome from readers, and they will be responded to.
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