Date: Wed, 2 Jun 2004 20:33:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: Robert Borden <bobsa2005@yahoo.com>
Subject: "One for the Road"  2nd Installment

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."


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