Date: Wed, 26 Apr 2017 14:55:13 -0400
From: Orson Cadell <orson.cadell@gmail.com>
Subject: Off the Magic Carpet 9

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*****

I considered for a while, looking at him. He was shorter than me, but not
by much, and a lot stockier. He had the build of a sailor with huge legs
and forearms and big shoulders, but the main thing that had caught my eye
since I got home (and, truth be told, before I ever left) was a luscious,
meaty ass and (as I knew from watching the shower) plenty of fur and a cock
like a fireplug. "Well, Gunnery Sergeant, I was just wondering if they
still sold Propert's..."

*****

Off the Magic Carpet 9: Aye, Aye, Captain

By Bear Pup

I can clearly recall the thought, 'I am going to kill him. War hero, dad or
no, he's going down. It is just that simple.' Blaze was a blur under me at
that point, his wheat coat seeming to fade into the dusty, browning
pastureland as it flew underneath him.

This was Friday in the week of hell. Well, it was Kansas so it was hot as
hell. But Monday, I was finally getting back into Ray's hot cowboy butt
after two weeks of nothing but my hand, and even then I had to be
quiet. Gramma Milt has ears like a bat. I'd hadn't even dropped a load by
hand for three days I was so excited (and terrified) that Daddy was coming
home.

Excited because I had spent the last five years dreading The News, as we
called it in Howard. The News... that we'd lost him. The News... that never
came but quickened the pulse and tightened the throat with every door
knock, every stranger's face spotted in town, every dust trail spotted from
the ranch. And the one war ended and nothing but letters about being home
soon. Then the other ended and letters of how he had to work on getting Our
Guys home.

I stole that letter. I rode out to the Double-Pond and screamed myself
hoarse, "Aren't you one of OUR GUYS, Daddy?!?" It was like a betrayal. And
the plains swallowed my voice and gave me an answer I didn't like at
all. Tallgrass rustling in breezes, whispering "Soon, soon, soon..." It
earned me a week of lemon-honey-tea. I hated that crap, but it helped my
throat, if not my heart, to heal.

Then, finally, the 'other' The News, the letter announcing he was on his
way. The agonizing wait then the telegram that he be in Winfield the next
day. And seeing him, and him thinking I was a man, a ranchhand, then
breaking down and hugging me when he realized I was his JoJo. And there is
where we get to the 'terrified' part.

He pulled me into his strong arms and I went hard as a spike the instant I
smelled him. His arms wrapped around me and us both crying in joy, clinging
to each other, and me the one with the impossible secret -- that a was on a
knife's edge of cumming throughout the embrace.

I'd never had a sexy thought about Daddy. Not once. When he left, I was too
young, really, and when I did start having fantasies, I'd already had my
eye on Ray with his man-musk and inexplicably-erotic scars where he'd
nearly died in the Battle of Coral Seas. I spent years with him regaling me
with increasingly-vivid and interesting tales of his exploits, all
bullcrap, and all enthralling. For a shy cowboy, he had a way with words.

Then I caught him at the South Pond. Well, no, I stalked him for a week
until I finally saw him pumping hard and fast. It took a LOT of noise to
convince him I'd 'stumbled on him', and surprisingly little persuasion to
get my hand on the hot rod. He simply said, "Aye, aye, Captain." That had
started as a joke years before then.

I was in the middle of trying to hold a board and nail it at the same time,
doing barn repairs. I dropped the fucking nail and, not really thinking,
hollered out, "I need a nail here!"

Ray let go with a hearty "Aye, aye, Captain!" and I blushed for a week as
he kept up with the ribbing.

That phrase now took on a whole new meaning. He also gave me head for the
first time that day, there in the spring chill next to that pond. I'd never
imagined what a mouth would feel like; never even though of the concept at
all. Heh. He actually gave me my first through fourth blowjobs that day. I
found just how good cowboy cock felt in my mouth that afternoon and how
good his cum tasted as well.

From that day, it was a high-wire act of getting as much as possible
without getting caught. Always, anything I wanted, it was, "Aye, aye,
Captain." Maybe six months later, Ray conned me into getting myself rimmed
and I actually came without touching myself it was so good. We could only
do that, though, in the old barn or far away from the house; I screamed and
cussed and made a horrible racket, apparently. Damn, but that was fine and
a new act was added to our private circus.

Then I came down to breakfast one Saturday during the schoolyear and Ray
was there, white as a sheet. Wouldn't meet my eye. We ended up doing cedars
that day with Ray's older brother, Baxter. Hot, grueling work to get rid of
the moisture-robbing invaders. As we saddled, Ray whispered, "H-h-h-h-he
knows." My guts turned to jelly and stayed that way until we broke for
lunch.

Baxter was always smiling in spite of, or because of, his wrecked knee. He
took jokes well and was often the brunt of them, but he gave as well as he
took. I took delight in bossing the older cowboy around, something
impossible with the imperturbable Stu and unthinkable with Gunny. He was
good natured, even though I was a true brat about it.

Today was no different. If it weren't for Ray's ashen face and shaking
hands, I never would have thought anything was different. We sat under some
shade and ate. Baxter, calm as a millpond, asked, "So how long you and
squirt been foolin around, then, Sammy?"

Ray started to try and say something but Baxter cut him off hard, "Not one
word, little brother. So, boss man, how long, 'Captain'? And which one of
you forced the other?"

"NO! NO! Baxter, swear, nobody forced nobody! I spied him yanking and asked
to touch it and one thing led to another. Swear, Baxter!"

"And the butt munching, 'Captain'? You telling me that little Raymond
thought that up by hisself, huh?"

"YES! Oh, God, Baxter. He'd been talking about it and I finally said yes
and, Oh, God, don't tell mama. OH! Don't tell GUNNY, PLEASE!!"

"That the way of it Raymond Baylor Lohman? He got his hand on your manhood
and, 'Aye, aye, Captain' and then 'one thing led to another' and you end up
eating his asshole?"

Ray couldn't look at Baxter. If I didn't know better, I'd'a sworn he was on
the verge of crying. I knew I was on the verge of losing my lunch all over
the shadetree. Ray just nodded.

"Don't worry, little boss and little brother, I just wanted to hear you
admit it. I'd had a feeling for a year that there was some 'Aye, aye,
Captain' happening. Now let's get these cedars set to order and get back to
Stu's cooking."

He stood, whacked the dust from his jeans and mounted up like it was any
other day. In a complete daze, Ray and I followed suit. Ray and I spent a
week waiting for the axe to fall and it never did. Baxter was good to his
word and, far we know, never told a soul. But, by God, if I started to get
uppity or Ray slacked even a second, one eyebrow went up with a significant
glance and we were back on best behavior in a blink.

Then in school that year there was some changing room banter after playing
baseball and Max told Denny, "Kiss my ass!" about a flubbed ball and Denny
retorted, "No, but I'll screw it if'n you ask nice." Max was floored, the
guys were in hysterics and Coach, well, let's say that Denny's own ass was
smarting a half-hour later when he winced his way out of Coach's office. I
threated to tell his Pa what he'd said if he didn't, that very minute,
explain what he meant. He did. I got home on Friday and proposed it to
Ray. An 'Aye, aye, Captain' later and damned if the ranch's neatsfoot bill
didn't triple.

And Ray, damn, he wanted it ever which-way. Turned out (I blackmailed it
out of him by being 'busy' for a week) that he'd learned in the Navy and
found it likeable, and had been ferreting out like-minded cowboys on any
trip he could make an excuse for. So I was, let's see, just shy of 15. I
kept Ray right busy, especially after Baxter started subtly running
interference. The times spent at Grampa Milt's in town were okay, as I
didn't mind taking care of myself for the school-week. It made the weekend
sex even better.

Oh, and Ray's nipples. Dearie, dearie do. Now that is a story for a
different day. Suffice it to say that early on, I accidently found out that
I could get Ray into a fuck-lust so strong he'd do literally anything to
get screwed, just with the right work on his cowboy titties. And I used
that, yes, I did!

And then, Daddy comes home and I was on top of the world. Got back to the
ranch and Ray couldn't NOT look at me. That night, I got to the old barn
and had him nipple-desperate and over that bale before you could say 'ride
me, cowboy'. Cock so hard you could drive nail and just ready to grease him
up and blow a few loads up that creamy ass and THUMP. Coulda been anything,
but the one that popped first was 'Gunny' and I trembled, then 'Daddy' and
I bolted.

Next night and I was ready to burst. I got Ray to moaning and begging,
promising the dirtiest fucking thing I ever heard, him riding me as I rode
Blaze. Swear, I knew I wouldn't last ten strokes in that ass that night. I
was at nine when that fucking hayfork came crashing. Ray's ass came damn
close to cutting my prick off he was so desperate to lock me in, but I
bolted again.

I was going out of my mind by the time I got back to my room, noticing that
I'd left my shirt and hoping Ray picked it up. My heart was racing so fast
I was afraid I'd die right there. I finally slowed my breathing enough to
get undressed and decided, as good as Ray's ass was, it wasn't *here*. I
was maybe 30 seconds from blasting when there comes a soft knock. In came
Daddy all concerned and worried and he stayed until I was asleep.

Up to then, it was purgatory. The next day at breakfast, it crossed into
hell. Daddy announced I'd be riding the fences with him overnight, then
made it two nights. Now, I love my Daddy, always have, he's always been
there for me even across an ocean. That day, though, he was way too much
'there' for me. I couldn't get a minute alone and was dying. Nothing
worked. Nothing.

Finally home, got to the barn that night and no Ray. FUCK! Then this
mysterious stranger beards me in my own den, calling me little boy and
threatening when I let slip about Ray, kicking myself throughout. Got to my
room, ripping off my jeans to get at my aching cock and dad came in. Got an
eyeful of my throbbing red dick and went all paternal and I lost it.

I decided in the morning that it'd be okay, not go for Ray, just find a
way, *any* way, to jack off. And Daddy drops his 'taking me to the barn for
a talk' bombshell.

Cow and calves, did I know what sperm was, had I ever heard of
masturbation? I was mortified. Couldn't think much less talk. Then he tells
me that all I had to do was ask -- ASK?!? -- and he'd'a let me dump a
load. How the HELL did a man my age tell his own Daddy he needed to jerk
off? And then I wasn't doing it *enough*? And telling me how to do it
better?

And I fucking let slip and said 'we' when talking about the Huberd's. And
we were off to the races and how glad he was I'd got a 'little buddy' and
who it might be. I begged for a break and he told me, *told me* to jack off
behind the barn! I sat frozen for five minutes of horror, then bolted to
jack off just like he said. And I'd waited too long and around the corner
he comes six strokes from paradise. My cock by that point was leaking a
steady stream of dogwater and my eyes were leaking tears.

And my dick and nuts were now in a complete, soggy wad and I could barely
move without screaming. And how it's okay to fool around, even a good
thing, with guys even. Just never hurt or take advantage of lie. And then
we're talking nipples and touching, then he's touching me, driving me
wild. Back rub and tickling my sides and, oh, god, running those hands
across my belly. So worked up. And he asked a simple quiet question and
BOOM! I fucking answered it.

And he already KNEW. He was the HAYFORK. He was the STRANGER. He'd been
driving my fucking out of my mind to teach me a LESSON?!? Yep. Man had to
die. But first thing first.

I saw where Ray was working and he turned to me with a huge smile. I
actually did a roping jump and took him down like a calf, ripped his jeans
off as he babbled and moaned. Foreplay? Yeah, not happening. I ripped my
own jeans open threw the cowboy's ankle-trapped legs over his shoulders. A
handful of Huberd's in his crack, another on my cock. I was in him and he
howled in fulfilment as I bottomed out, at the same time starting to gnaw
his nips. I came and hollered like a stuck pig and didn't even slow down,
fucking a load out of my cowboy and dumping a second to match it.

Suddenly, the fuck frenzy washed away and I came back to something like
consciousness. I rolled off Ray who was laughing and crying at once. "God,
Sammy, that was the world greatest fuck. Ever. What the hell's gotten into
you, Captain?"

And I told him. All of it. Well, not the embarrassing parts. But all the
cock-blocking and getting us riled, the teaching a lesson part.

He got a scowl going. "Makes sense."

"Huh?"

"Baxter's been right there every minute. Made damned sure I couldn't you
know, take care of needs. Every minute, Captain. Wonder if he was in on
it?"

"I don't think so, Ray. Maybe he picked up on it, by Daddy'd'a told me if
he'd had help. The whole thing was about lying or hiding things. He's too
smart to lie in teaching a lesson bout truth, Ray."

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean my fucking bastard of a brother is off the
hook. Nosiree, not by a long shot. So, um, what happens now? Am I, um, uh,
Captain? Am I fired?"

"Oh, God, no! No, no. Not at ALL. Daddy loved the fact that I was fucking
around with you. In fact," That memory surfaced with an evil grin, "He gave
me right specific instructions..."

Rays eyes got wide and terrified now, sure his end was coming.

"You know the offer you made in the barn Tuesday night?"

His face furrowed then bloomed in amazement. "That's right. He was there in
the loft. Heard it all. And sent me here with an extra horse blanket to
keep the neatsfoot off the saddle and Blaze." Ray's eyes were huge and I
pulled one blanket to the dusty ground and another over Blaze, saddle and
all.

"You up for a ride, cowboy?"

"AYE, AYE, CAPTAIN!" His hands were shaking as he started stripping me,
kissing everywhere, then replacing my socks and boots. He then spent
perhaps a half hour on that dusty Kansas day rimming me to the point of
ecstasy, taking me right to the edge of endurance over and over. Someplace
in there, his own clothes disappeared. I seem to recall that his shirt, for
instance, no longer had buttons, but I think that was my earlier, ahem,
enthusiasm. Blaze just stood there snickering at us.

When I caught my breath from the tonguefuck, I mounted Blaze and got
settled. Ray spent a moment gobbing his ass up with the Huberd's and I
pulled him up in front of me. He found a way to slowly lower himself and
threw his head back so hard in pleasure he nearly brained me. I moaned deep
as he sank onto me, every trace and fold of his ass and innards sending
shivers through me. Ray was breathing so hard he couldn't speak but he
nodded.

And then I made a serious mistake. If you've ridden a horse, you can
probably guess. I touched my boots to Blaze's flank and he started to his
normal pace when we ride. A trot. That first step was heaven and the second
was hell. One bounce we both hollered at the amazing sensation, but the
next and the next drove my weight and Ray's straight atop my nuts with only
a horse blanket tween my tenders and the hard leather saddle. Bam Bam Bam
Bam! Four gaits and Ray had to grab the reins and pull Blaze to a stop.

I recovered enough to breathe again and said in a very high, very tight
little voice. "Gimme a minute, Ray. M-Move one muscle, Ray and I-I-I-I will
rip your nuts off."

Ray, not so much as breathing, whispered, "Aye, aye, Captain." Maybe fine
minutes later I finally felt myself hardening inside that luscious cowboy
ass. I'd gone near soft in those first minutes of agony. When I had my
voice back to a level that sounded human, I very carefully *walked* Blaze.

Now, NOW were we back to perfection. Each step would push me deep and move
me around inside him. Ray gasped and moaned and whimpered, shoot his load
no more than five minutes after starting. He told me later that he'd never
felt the like, that each stroke found a new and wondrous place to explore,
but always, every single pump, hitting his love nut.

My dick was screaming for release as the slick velvet of Ray's spasming ass
massaged me in rhythm to Blaze's steps. And each bump sent a thump straight
into my own launch button as it pressed into the saddle. That twin
stimulation, the hardness below and the softness above drove me
not-so-quietly nuts. I could hear Ray mumbling curses and 'aye, aye's and
knew he was getting close. On a downstep, I thrust up as hard as I could.

Releasing the pressure underneath was what I needed, and I blasted long and
hard and very, very loudly as Ray bucked. When we settled, Blaze still
walking gently and me kissing and nibbling my cowboy's shoulders, I
whispered, "I'm sorry, Ray. You've got to be sore. I never should have done
that to you."

He spun his head with the fiercest scowl I'd ever seen. "Don't you dare,
Sammy! Don't you DARE. You just threw me a couple of the best fucks of my
whole life. You apologize again and you won't be able to sit for a week,
young-un. Now, shut up and giddy up!"

"Aye, aye, Seaman. Aye, aye."

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