A New Hand Part IV
by Tanda2000@compuserve.com
copyright by Tanda 5/2001
The new hand, Brandon, had settled on his bunk in the darkness. He was layin' there in pair of long johns that one of the other hands had given him. Only to borrow, the cowboy had stated firmly.
It had been quite a day, Brandon reflected as he lay awake in the bunk house while all the other cowhands were already snorin' logs. He done got hissself washed up by a purty lil' Chinese boy, almost had a run in with a pissed off cowhand, and had met a crazy funny lil' fella called Cook. Who, by the way, could cook up some good grub. Brandon's belly was full and he was content. He weren't so sure 'bout bein' in a bunk out here in the middle of all these cowhands, but bein' the new hand, he didn't have much choice.
But most of the other fellers here seemed okay. Some of them a might crotchety but that was understandable after a long hard day in the fields. Most of them were about Brandon's own age, but a might older. Some were way older. And he didn't even wanna mess around with them guys. They seemed purty much stuck in their ways.
Like the dude in the bunk next to him. He told Brandon to keep it quiet and clean around his bunk or he'd have him to answer to. But, the one dude that stuck out in his mind was Billy. Billy seemed to be one of the favorites of all the other hands. He was a good lookin' kid and real friendly too. He took to Brandon right away and they struck up a purty good conversation, least wise until he got pulled into a poker game.
Then one of them older dudes pulled out a jug of some rye whiskey and it was on. They was all gettin' pretty sloshed and soon everybody was gettin' along real fine. Even the nasty SOB that slept next to him. Brandon grinned in the darkness. He guessed the guy was alright, just a might cantankerous. He musta been 'bout 40 or so and you could tell he'd been doin' this work for a mighty long time. He was big and strong and weathered with age and experience.
Brandon's ears perked up. He heard some whisperin' in the darkness.
"C'mon, man. You owe me."
"Like hell, I do."
Brandon quietly rolled over on his side to peer in the darkness. He couldn't see much of anything but could hear purty damn good over the snorin' 'round him.
"I won that poker hand fair and square," someone whispered loudly.
"I ain't a doin' that," someone else whispered back.
Smack.
Brandon heard the sound of flesh hitting flesh.
What the hell, he thought.
Silence filled the room. Well, other than all that infernal snorin'.
Brandon heard a rustling around and then silence again.
Then he heard the tell tale sound of slurping. Well, I'll be damned, he thought. Someone done lost hisself a bet and now has to suck some cock! That was funny to Brandon and his mind immediately returned to the sight of young Kwon Li's perfect lips. His cock started to rise in his long johns.
He heard more sounds of sucking and another voice saying, "Mmm, yeah, that's it. Suck it real good. No, no, slow down, man. Take it nice and easy. I want this bet to last."
Brandon was rock hard. He pulled his raging cock from his long johns and stroked it in the darkness He rolled over again trying to pinpoint the action. Then he saw it. Against the moonlit window, he saw two dark figures with one sitting on his bunk and between his legs, Brandon could see a head goin' up and down. Then he heard something that almost made him cum right there.
"Mmmm, that's right, Billy. You feel damn good. Lemme feel that ass too!"
Brandon increased his momentum on his cock. So, Billy was payin' a debt, huh? The sucking noise stopped. "No way, man. That wasn't in the bet", came the whispered reply. "Aw, come now, Billy. I jest wanna feel it." Brandon got a good recollection of the young cowboy's good looks and his tight fittin' jeans and could jest imagine how his lips were wrapped around one of the cowboy's hard piece of flesh. He was about ready to shoot his own load. Then the noises stopped and he heard more rustling. He looked over and, in the moonlight, he seen the younger cowboy stand up and drop his long johns to the floor.
"Okay, but all you's gonna do is feel it, right?"
"Yeah, yeah," came the whispered reply.
"Mmmmm, Billy that's fine, dude. I'd love to dip into that sometime."
"Hell no!"
Brandon couldn't figure out who the hell was gettin' their dick sucked. The lucky bastard. He was so close to cumming himself.
Suddenly he heard, "Oh shit! Get back on your bunk, Billy. It's Jake!"
There was a rustling around in the corner of the bunk house and then all was quiet. Brandon heard the bunk house door open quietly. In the darkness, he could see Jake's looming silhouette. He quickly rolled over on his belly to hide his boner.
The cowboy walked quietly through the bunk house, checking each bunk for sleepin' cowboys. Wonder why he did that, Brandon had to wonder. But he pretended like he was sound asleep, laying innocently on his belly.
Dread filled his belly when the huge cowboy stopped right at his bunk! He heard Jake call quietly, "Brandon. Brandon, you asleep?"
Brandon did not stir. Just kept breathin' heavily.
Suddenly, Brandon felt the man's large paw on his shoulder. It just rested there. Brandon was trembling inside. Then the cowboy's hand slid down his back. Brandon was shocked but didn't move a muscle. Then he felt the cowboy's hand linger on his bubble butt that was covered in his long johns. The hand massaged and caressed his round butt in the darkness and Brandon had to admit, it did feel right nice.
Daring to open his eyes, just a might, he was surprised to see the man take his other hand and unbutton his levis, pulling out an enormous cock and stroke it gently as he continued to rub the young cowboy's butt. Brandon was hard with his organ pressed against the bunk. Then he felt the hand unbutton his long john flap and suddenly he felt the man's hand against his bare flesh. He watched with squinted eyes as the man's stroking of his cock got faster and faster. He felt the man's fingers graze against his crack and spread them open a might. What the hell????
In the darkness, Brandon could see the man's big cock head glistening as he stroked hisself and, he had to admit, it shore was gettin' Brandon riled up and hot. It looked like a big 'ol mushroom and the cowboy's fingers were startin' to play around with his hole. What in tarnation???
A sound across the room made the man withdraw his probing hand and stuff his cock back in his levis. He cleared his throat and left Brandon, heading across the room where he'd heard the noise.
Brandon breathed a sigh of relief. What the hell was all that about? But his ears were tuned to any sounds he might be hearin' in the cabin. He heard Jake's soft boot steps cross the room and then stop.
He heard some quiet mumbling, but couldn't quite make out what was said. He laid there in the darkness for some time when he suddenly heard those foot steps again. Shit! Jake was at his bedside again.
He shook Brandon' shoulder roughly. "Wake up, Brandon, wake up. I gotta talk to ya."
Brandon tried to act like he'd been woke up out of a deep sleep.
"Huh?... Wha....?????"
"Get up, boy, and come back to the main cabin with me. I gotta talk at ya."
"Now?", Brandon protested.
"Yep. Now. C'mon."
Brandon sit up on the side of the bunk and reached for his levis.
"Aw, ya won't be needin' those. Jest come in yer long johns. It'll only take a few minutes, then ya kin get back to sleep."
Brandon wasn't too sure about this, but Jake was his boss, so he followed the cowboy from the dark cabin into the night air. Brandon was barefoot and in his long johns and felt a might silly, but the night air was tolerable, even though his open flap was driving him nuts. While he was following Jake, he tried to button it back, hopping around, trying to avoid the painful little pebbles in the path while still trying to keep up with the cowboy in front of him. Not a word was spoken between the two men.
When they finally reached Jake's cabin, Jake opened the door and let Brandon go in first. The place reeked of whiskey. Brandon stood in the middle of the room with his arms folded in front of him. He felt strangely naked in front of the big cowboy. He looked at Jake questioningly.
Jake offered him a seat on his bunk. Brandon gingerly sat down on the edge of the bed, his naked butt hitting the wool blanket.
"Wanna drink?, Jake asked.
He didn't wait for an answer. Jake got his bottle of whiskey down, took a long pull from it and handed the bottle to the boy. Brandon took the bottle and, so he wouldn't offend the older cowboy, took a nice healthy pull from it. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and handed the bottle back to Jake.
"Got a proposition for ya, kid," Jake began.
He took another gulp of whiskey and handed the bottle back to Brandon again. While Brandon took another pull he listened.
"It seems Mr. Mathis wants you to take his two boys to Washington County in the next couple of days."
Brandon was stunned. He didn't even know Mr. Mathis had family.
"Why me?, Brandon asked.
Jake grinned at him. "'Cuz yer the new hand. Consider it a privilege. He don't trust jest anyone, ya know. 'Sides, I put a good word in for ya. Now ya owe me. And, if ya play yer cards right, it's extra cash for ya."
The mention of cards made Brandon remember what he'd seen in the bunk house and then recalled Jake's wandering hand and his big cock. Brandon started to swell in his long johns. Damn thing, he cussed to hisself.
Jake noticed the swelling in the boy's underwear. "Yep," he continued, "it's a long ride, meybbe a couple of days, but I told Mr. Mathis that you was good and strong and would watch after his boys real good. But we're gonna have to get you some decent duds to wear for when ya get there. You gonna be around polite society."
"How old are the boys?", Brandon asked. He was having a hard time concentrating. He was feeling all the whiskey that had been shoved at him all night. And, with Jake standin' over him like this with that big bulging crotch in his face wasn't helpin' matters none either.
Jake unbuttoned his shirt and scratched his belly. Brandon observed the flat, hairy belly and his eyes followed the hand as it traveled down to the man's crotch and gave it a tug. Just a man thing, adjustin' hisself like that, Brandon thought. But he really did have to drag his eyes away. But Jake continued his conversation, "Jeez, I dunno, Brandon. I'm a guessin' that the younger one is about 12 or 14 and the older one is 'bout yer age, but a might younger."
"Hmmm," Brandon mused. He was gettin' sloshed and had a hard time focusing his eyes right now. Plus, he was damned tired. It had been a long ass day.
Jake interrupted his thoughts. "But, I wanted to get you all measured up tonight so's I kin get Cook to get you some new duds to wear. Stand up for me, will ya?"
On swerving legs, Brandon stood up and faced the bigger cowboy. Face to face. Brandon could feel Jake's breath on his face. He grinned stupidly at the cowboy. He didn't know what to do, he was so drunk.
Jake grabbed his firm shoulders. "Easy, cowboy, easy." Brandon hadn't realized that he was leaning. "We almost lost ya there. Here, Jake will hold ya up."
Brandon was enjoying feeling this man's strong hands on his shoulders.
Jake seemed more interested in gettin' Brandon fixed up with new duds so he started in at once. "Lemme see now," he held Brandon at arms length and scrutinized the young cowboy. "Ya look like meybbe you're a might smaller than me in the chest. Lemme get the measurin' tape." And then Jake added, "Although it's a right fine chest at that." Brandon grinned and puffed out his chest jest a tad bit more. Jake got the cloth tape measure and wrapped it around Brandon's chest. "Hmmmm," he said. "Seems to me that I could get a better measurement if ya had those long johns off of yer chest. Here, lemme pull them down a bit." Brandon stood quietly as the man pulled the long johns off of his lean, muscled chest and struggled with the long sleeves. Finally, the cowboy had Brandon standing there with his long johns hanging from his slim waist. "Yeah, mighty nice, mighty nice. Uh, I mean, nice size. You'll be easy to fit." Brandon stood there smiling drunkenly, enjoying the attention of the older cowboy like he was in some fancy tailor shop or somethin'. He was also likin' the feel of the man's fingers as they glided over his torso with the tape. "Now, let's do the waist," Jake instructed as he wrapped the tape around the boy's wiast. "Hmmmm, 30 inches, hey? That's a good size, son. Hey, tell ya what? Ya mind if I strip off these clothes. It's damn hot in here and I'd jest as soon be runnin' 'round in my long johns since you are too." Brandon didn't say a word, just stood there and watched as the older cowboy shuck off his boots and then dropped his levis and shirt. Jake was only wearing a pair of half long johns. Just from the waist down. But Brandon couldn't help but notice the snake that was resting in the crotch of the older man's underwear, snaking along his muscular thigh. Brandon felt himself stiffen in his own long johns even more. What the hell? Jake noticed and grinned but not a word was spoken. "Okay, son, let's do yer neck now." Jake reached the tape around Brandon's neck and pulled him close. Their faces were only inches from each other again. And then Brandon felt the bulge in Jake's underwear press lightly against his own. Jake looked into the boy's eyes and, without warning, pulled the boy's head closer to him with the tape and pressed his lips against the unsuspecting Brandon. The younger cowboy was shocked but his cock ached in his underwear. Jake's tongue pried his lips apart while the tape measure held him firmly in place. Brandon felt the cowboy's hot tongue invade his mouth and kiss him deeply. Jake ground his hips against the younger cowboy. Brandon was confused but excited. He'd never done this before. He suddenly jerked away from Jake and pushed him away. Undaunted, Jake wasn't about to give up so easy. "Uh, sorry, Brandon, jest lost my head for a minute. Didn't mean nuthin' by it." Brandon didn't say a word. His body was doing all the talkin'. His cock was rock hard in his long johns and his upper torso was covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Jake had to have him. "Uh, let's go ahead and finish this up then you kin get back to yer bunk." Brandon jest nodded, too scared to say anything. Jake knelt down in front of the young cowboy and took the tape measure to his thighs. Brandon's cock was straining in his long johns as the older cowboy felt and measured his muscular thighs. Jake noticed a wet spot on the long johns where the boy's cock head was resting. He'd have enough bullshitting around. Jake boldly yanked the boy's long johns down around his thighs and Brandon's hard dick stood straight out in Jake's face. In a flash, Jake took the boy's hard dick in his mouth and sucked it greedily. Brandon yelped in surprise, but didn't fight it. It felt so damn good. He let the older cowboy suck and lick his heated shaft while he held onto the cowboy's head. Jake let his hands roam over the boy's muscular thighs and up around that tight bubble butt. It wasn't long before Brandon was pushing in and out of Jake's talented hot mouth. Keerist, this man could suck some cock. Jake's big hands cupped Brandon's perfect shaped bubble butt and spread his cheeks while he sucked the younger new hand. This was the one he wanted. Now, to jest get him on that bunk of mine, Jake thought. He decided right then and there it was best not to pull any punches with this kid. He was jest gonna have to take control of matters and the kid damn well better do what he's told and not leave him hangin' like that lil' brat Michael had done. He pulled off of Brandon's wet 8 inch cock and, without a word, pushed the boy back until he almost fell on Jake's bunk. The New Hand sat on the edge of the bunk with his hard cock sticking out between his legs. He watched as Jake peeled off his long johns and his big 'ol 10 cock stood out ready for attention. Brandon jest stared at it.
Keeping the upper hand, without a word still, Jake pushed the boy on his back onto the bunk. He then crawled onto the bunk beside the younger man and started licking his taut body all over. The younger cowboy tasted good to the seasoned man and, after he had given the boy's nipples and navel a good workin' over, he grabbed the New Hand's hard cock and downed it again. He began deep throating the hard shaft while his hand went between the young cowboy's legs and squeezed his balls. Brandon thought he would go nuts.
Then he felt the man's hand go farther between his legs and his fingers started playing with his sweaty crack. Involuntarily, without thinking, Brandon spread his legs.
Jake raised his head up over the boy's hard wet shaft and whispered, "I'm a gonna fuck you, Brandee. I fuck all the new hands so you jest best get used to the idea."
Brandon just moaned in response.
"But first," Jake said as he mounted and straddled the hapless cowboy, "Yer gonna have to taste what's gonna take ya."
Jake held his big 10 inch cock in front of the young cowboy's lips and growled, "Suck it."
Without hesitation, Brandon opened his mouth and Jake pushed the big mushroomed head into his hot mouth. Brandon started sucking on it like he had whore do to him. He was surprised at how good it felt and tasted. Jake moaned and started sliding it in and out of his mouth. Then, he pulled out.
Jake repositioned hisself over Brandon so that his cock was hanging over the boy's face and he was able to suck the boy at the same time.
Jake immediately went to work on the boy's hard cock and Brandon once again opened his mouth and began sucking the huge 10 inch cock dangling in his face. Brandon moaned around the big shaft that filled his mouth as he felt Jake's expert tongue go to work on his aching shaft and his fingers once again started to play with his tight ass.
Brandon couldn't help it, but when he felt Jake's finger probe his tight little hole, he jest bucked up into the man's face and started slamming his mouth. With a mighty moan, the boy shot his cum into the man's hot mouth as his tight ass was rammed with Jake's blunt fingers. Jake grunted and sucked the boy dry and, when he felt the last spasms of orgasm pass, he gently pulled his finger out of the boy's tortured ass and released his now softening cock. His cock was still rock hard and unsatisfied but it could wait. He could wait out for something as good as this boy's ass looked.
Brandon jest laid there in blissful satisfaction. Jake looked down on the naked boy while he stroked his still hard 10 inch cock.
"Okay, New Hand, now I want you to get up on yer hands and knees and grab the railin' of the bed."
Brandon didn't have the sense to object. He jest willingly did as he was told. Once he was kneeling on the bed with his hands holding onto the railing of the bunk, Jake proceeded to tie his wrists up to the bed.
Brandon suddenly woke out of his drunken stupor to find out that he was really tied up to the bunk like a branding calf.
"Hey, lemme go," he cried.
Jake jest ignored him.
He crawled up behind the prostrate boy and, kneeling behind him, spread that bubble butt wide. He bent down and started to tongue the sweet hole. Brandon soon stopped all of his complaining. He'd never felt something so good as he was feeling with this man's tongue buried in his butt. He even arched his back to raise his butt a little higher to accommodate the tongue that was fucking him.
Jake was in heaven. This boy's tender young butt was at his mercy and with the boy tied up, there was no way he was gettin' loose. He continued to tongue fuck the boy, holding his firm cheeks wide apart. Brandon was clearly lovin' it 'cuz he was already sporting wood again.
Jake withdrew his tongue and replaced it with a finger. Brandon gasped with the intrusion of the blunt digit but didn't complain as the finger began to slowly fuck him. It was an incredible feeling and Brandon was lovin' it.
Seein' how well the boy was takin' the finger fuckin', Jake added another finger so that he was takin' the boy's ass now with two fingers at once. It was a tight fit at first, but soon, the boy's ass was takin' it real well. Jake liked that 'cuz to get his 10 inch cock in here, Brandon was gonna have to be real prepared.
Getting bold, Jake slipped a third finger in and started fucking the younger cowboy with it. The young cowboy was straining against the ropes around his wrists as he was violated with Jake's large fingers. Yet, he was enjoyin' the fuck out of it and he was rock hard again.
Then, Jake pulled all his fingers from the boy's tortured ass. He crawled up behind the boy's waiting ass and spit on his hard cock. He aimed the big mushroomed head at the tight little hole and let it rest there for a minute. Then he pushed. Just a little. He could feel the younger cowboy's ass resist the intrusion at first but then he took it. As Jake felt the younger man's tight ass loosen up to the head of his enormous cock, Jake pushed a little more in.
He held onto the boy's slim hips as he started to impale the young man's tight bubble butt. As he inched more of his hard manhood inside the tight ass, Brandon started to resist a little. Jake slapped the boy on his ass and growled, "Relax, Boy. Take it like a man!"
The young cowboy strained against the ropes but Jake held onto him and started shoving his hard manhood deep into the boy as he reached around him and stroked his hard cock with each thrust. Jake rode the young Brandon like a buck in heat until he was completely buried inside of the young cowboy's tight ass. Jake could feel his balls slapping against the younger man's tight ass cheeks as he pounded into him.
Brandon started a loud moaning and Jake knew the kid was going to cum again. He started slamming into the boy's ass with deep, long strokes until he felt the cum boil up from his over heated balls and shot out his shaft deep inside of the New Hand.
Even after he was done cumming, Jake just couldn't stop fucking the tight ass. It was one of the best fucks he's ever had. But finally, finally, he pulled his big 10 inch cock from the boy's tender ass and gave him a tender swat on his sweaty ass.
"That was damned hot, kid. You're gonna work out here real well."
Brandon collapsed on the bunk with his wrists still tied up, exhausted but completely satisfied. As Jake finally undid his wrists, he fell onto the bunk face down, his belly smearing his own cum all over the wool blanket, his hot used sweaty body tingling from the pent up desires he'd kept hidden for so long.