TEXAS LONGHORNS
By
Waddie Greywolf
Chapter
26
The words this
man was telling me made more sense to me than anything I was ever
told, heard or read about man sex. I trusted this man. He
wasn’t scaring me with outrageous demands, they were small things that
were very stimulating to me. I found myself wanting to be more under
his control. I felt I could lose myself in his strength and
maturity. I sensed he knew things,— important things about life
and living, giving and recieving; things I was just beginning to learn
about. I felt he was a
fount of untapped wisdom. I certainly had no doubt he was going to see
to it I enjoyed every minute of me giving my ass up to him.
There was no doubt in my mind that’s what he wanted either. From
the looks of his cock I couldn’t wait to start giving it up to him.
“Now that you’ve
sucked and cleaned my cod piece would you like to taste your prize,
Son?”
“Yes, Sir,
I’d love to taste your dick, Mr. Claymore.”
“Okay, fine.
There’s a couple of simple rules you must follow to taste my
dick. You must make love to it and clean it with your tongue like
you did my cod piece this evening. You must make love to it,
clean it and suck my balls a little as well. When I’m satisfied
you’re really sincere about wanting to taste my dick, I’ll give you
permission to take me; but,— not before you tell me how much you’d like
to taste it and ask permission. It should be no problem for you, you’ve
been very polite and courteous this evening. Do you
understand, boy?”
“Oh, yes, Sir,
Mr. Claymore, that won’t be difficult at all. I would be honored
to make love to and clean your handsome cock, Sir.”
“Fine, Son, then
we understand each other. You may begin. Show it some love,
boy. Show it how much you'd like to taste it. Show it how
much you'd like to feel it way up inside your cowboy ass. ”
Damn, what’s to
fear in being given a few instructions about the way the man wants me
to make love to his dick? I had dark visions of what I might be
getting myself into. In someways, I felt more love coming from
this man whose dick I was making passionate love to than anyone, save
my dad. Of course I didn’t have a lot of experience to base my opinion
on, but I knew his gentle control was extremely erotic and hot to me.
He hadn’t asked anything of me that was bizarre or way out. Cleaning
the inside of his cod piece stopped me only for a second until I got a
deep whiff of it. When my poor mouth started watering, I
knew I wasn’t about to pass up his gracious offer.
I kissed, made
love to his cock and balls and systematically cleaned every inch of his
big penis. I just knew it was going to feel wonderful up my
butt. As I was cleaning under his foreskin I wondered if it would
be too bold of me to ask him if he would fuck me with his leathers on.
They were so hot and he looked magnificent in them. After a while
he spoke gently to me.
“I’m satisfied
you’ve made sufficient love to my dick. Can you tell me how much you’d
like to taste it, Son, and ask my permission like you’ve been
doing before you’ve done anything this evening? I’d like to know
how much you’d like to taste my dick.”
“I’d really love
to taste your dick, Mr. Claymore. I know it’s gonna’ be one of the most
wonderful things I’ve ever had in my mouth, and it will taste even
better when it’s down my throat as far as I can get it, Sir. It
would be a great honor and privilege for me to taste and suck your
cock, Sir. Please, Mr. Claymore, may I taste you fine, biker
dick,
Sir?”
“That was just
about the nicest anyone’s ever asked me, Son. You made some pretty fine
love to my old dick, I'm convinced you'd really love to suck on it for
a while. Of course you may taste
my dick. Take it, boy,— it’s yours to enjoy.”
Lord, I was so
ready to take him I thought I never would stop swallowing him down my
throat. I thought about when I took my dad, there was none of
this. I would just start taking my old man like it was mine; like
I owned it; like it
was my right as his son to chow down on his find dick. In short,
this episode with Mr. Claymore made me ask myself how much more would I
enjoy and appreciate my dad’s cock if I was to show him the respect and
consideration he deserves? It must have meant something to me, my old
dick got harder and harder.
After he gave me
permission, I could see myself swallowing my old man like a giant
anaconda, starting with his big cowboy boots, flexing my huge jaw
enough to take him to his waist. I could taste the goodness of
his dick the same time I tasted the flavor of his hole. I would flex my
jaw even more to take another huge gulp and take him up to his
chest. Only a little more to go, but I wouldn’t need to open my
jaw anymore to consume the rest of him. When I took my final gulp
and my huge mouth closed over him, I could have all of my wonderful dad
inside me. My fantasy sort of gave the term ‘consuming the love object’
new dimensions.
Mr. Claymore was
building me up psychologically to the point I couldn’t have said no to
sucking his dick if I wanted to. I wondered how much sweeter my
dad’s penis would taste if he required me to clean and make love to his
handsome cowboy dick before he gave me permission to take him. Mr.
Claymore’s dick was longer but leaner than mine. He
remained semi-flaccid even when he was fully erect. He was
comfortable to swallow, and I took more and more of him. I was
really getting into sucking his dick when he gently place his hand on
my shoulder.
“Woah,— hold on
there, buckaroo! Back off a minute! Do you wanna’ take my
seed by sucking me? I was hoping to spill my load up your
fine look'n cowboy ass this evening?”
“Oh,— and
I want chu' to, Mr. Claymore. Have I sucked your dick enough,
Sir,--- would you like more?”
“You’ve done
quite well for an untrained young man. I damn near came, but
somehow,--- I
got the feeling you needed me to hold you close and sleep in your
cowboy butt tonight.”
“I do, Mr.
Claymore, I really do need that from you, Sir, and I would greatly
appreciate it. I ain’t had me no real man love’n since I left my pa.”
“Does your daddy
make love to you, Son?”
“Oh, yes,
Sir. We shared a bed ever since my mom died when I was
fourteen. Until I was eighteen he wouldn’t allow me to fuck or
get fuck, but we sucked and jacked each other off. I sucked him
most of the time because he can’t get his mouth around my dick, and it
almost chokes him to death. Don’t matter to me none, I love the
taste of my old man’s come, and I always come when he shoots into my
mouth anyways.”
“Has he started
fucking you, Son? Has he taught you how to please a man?”
“Oh, yes,
Sir, he took me on my eighteenth birthday like he promised he
would. I wanted my dad to be my first. I couldn’t imagine giving
my ass up to anyone else but him for the first time.”
“We have some
things
in common, young man. I can certainly understand you and your dad
drawing close together for comfort and support when your mother passed
away. That’s tough, Son, for any man and young boy. You needed
his physical love and support. I’m sure he needed yours as well.
I’ve watched you grow and develop over the years, and I can tell you’ve
turned out to be a fine young man. Your dad should be proud of you. You
conduct yourself like a gentleman. I can tell you've been taught
the cowboy way. Ah, hell,--- I
know he's proud of you. I can tell by the way he looks at you sometimes.”
“Thanks, Mr.
Claymore.”
“You’re welcome,
Son, but it’s the truth. My dad was a bit more strict with me. He
would jack-off with me, but he wouldn’t allow me to jack him off.
He would never touch me for sexual purposes. When we
showered together, which we did quite often, he'd touch me as he
bathed me, but that was different. I’d bathed him, and then, I'd get to
feel him. He wasn’t shy about letting me touch him. When I was a
boy, he’d sleep with me sometimes, and I could grab anything I wanted
if
I got frightened or felt alone during the night. Of course, my
favorite thing to hold on to was his enormous dick. It certainly
was enormous to a five or six year old boy. He never pushed my hands
away, and he taught me not to be shy about my body and genitals in
front of other men. We’d always get hard when we were naked with each
other. We just learned to accept when we were around each other
in the nude we’d be hard.
He’d let me
taste a little of his come from time to time. He frowned at me
the first time he caught me scooping up some of his come and eating
it. I told him if’n it landed on me, it was mine to eat. I
think he was proud and loved me for liking his
come. Once in a great while, If’n I begged him enough, he’d
take pity on me, scoop up a big finger full and feed it to
me. He wouldn’t do anything with me until I was eighteen.
I messed around
with my brothers and a few people. A neighbor man I loved very
much, who was like and older brother to me, popped my cherry, but I was
like you, I couldn’t imagine another
man, other than my dad, taking me for my eighteenth birthday. And
take me he did! Holy shit! I’ll never forgit that fuck’n as
long as I live. Although our lives went in different directions,
we found time when I’d came home, to sneak away to his fishing cabin on
the lake. We didn’t get much fishing done, but we shore’ got in a
hell of a lot of good love’n. I had sex with my old man until
about six months before he passed away in ninety-six. Would ju’ believe
I still grieve for him today?”
“I certainly
would, Sir. I feel the same about my old man. I love him as
my dad, but I don’t know’s if I’m ‘in’ love with him or not.”
“I thought that
way, too, until one night, after I lost my beloved brother, Gip Justin,
in Nam,--- I
was shot up laying in a hospital,--- I realized all those years I was
in
love with my dad, and I guess I never wanted to admit it to myself.
When I was young, I thought my brother was the only one I should love,
but I’ve learned since that time that’s silly. You can love many
people in your life, but every love is gonna’ be different. My love for
my brother was unique unto itself, so was my
love for my dad.”
“Gosh, Mr.
Claymore, you sure do know a lot about life and things. I hope I can
learn a few things from you.”
“Somehow, I
don’t think that’s gonna’ be a problem, Son.”
He laughed and
winked at me. I blushed, which only made him laugh more.
“Would you like
to move to my bedroom, Sir? I can’t wait to feel your dick up my
ass, Sir. We could talk more while you fuck me.”
“I’d like that,
Son,— let’s go get chu’ fucked.”
I liked this
man. I knew I picked the right man out of all of them. I liked the way
he treated me. He was strong, firm, gently controlling, but above all I
felt he respected me and what I had to offer him. He neither demeaned
me nor looked down on my need to please him. On the contrary, he
seemed to respect and appreciate my efforts. The more I tried to
please him
the more feelings of goodness and acceptance I felt from him. I knew I
wasn’t going to just get fucked and him run out the door when he
finished. There was more to this man, and I wanted to find out more
about him. We walked into my bedroom, and his eyes opened wide.
“Is that a
leather bedspread on your bed?”
“Yes, Sir. It
wasn’t my doing. Dad insisted we get it because we could play on top of
it and not soil our sheets. I told ju’ when I suck him off I come
ever’ damn time he shoots in my mouth, and not just a little, but a
puddle. We’d have to change the damn sheets ever’ time. He saw
this in a store and bought it for us.”
“He’s a wise
man. I always admired yore’ daddy, Son. He's a good look'n
man and a fine cowboy."
“Mister
Claymore, Sir, you done told me if I remembered my manners and
asked for
something politely, I might just get what I wanted,— right, Sir?”
“That’s right,
Son. Do you have something to ask of me?”
“Yes, Sir. Would
you think it was strange or wrong of me to ask you to fuck me with your
leathers on, Sir?”
“No, not at all,
Son, but— you must always ask?”
“Mr. Claymore,
would you please consider fucking me with your leathers on, Sir.
I think it would be really hot, and I promise I’ll try to give you the
very best fuck’n I can, Sir. I’d really appreciate it.”
He sat on the
bed and opened his big arms to me. I was in them in a
flash. He held me and then gently kissed me.
“I think that
would be fine, Son. I know how exciting it can be for a boy his
first time with a biker. I’d be proud to fuck you with my
leathers on. With your leather bedspread we won’t mess up
anything. You want me to leave my boots on, Son?”
“Oh, yes, Sir,—
ever’thing but your jacket, Sir. When I first saw you at the gas
station I thought I would die happy if that big biker would lay down
with me
and fuck me, even before I realized you were Mr. Claymore.”
“That’s sweet,
boy, so tonight, let’s make sure, many, many
years from now, when it's your time to go, you’ll remember this
evening and get a big ole smile on
your face as you leave
this earth.”
“Sounds good to
me, Mr. Claymore.”
We moved upon
the bed and began to make more love. He began to feel around my
ass, and his hand felt my plug. He chuckled.
“Yore’ daddy
require you to wear that, Son?”
“Naw, Sir. He
don’t require it, but he told me one time if’n I wanted to wear it he
wouldn’t say ‘no.’”
“Did he teach
you to wear it?”
“Naw, Sir, my
cousin taught me, but when I found out it really turned my old man on,
I got to wearing it more and more to please him. It saves him having to
lube and stretch my ass before he fucks me. He lost his legs
below the knee so he can’t be up on his stubs for too long, so if I can
save him time not having to stretch my ass, it means more time I
git to have my old man in my saddle. I’m use to it, Mr.
Claymore, I can sleep with it all night, and if he wants another
piece of my ass during the night, all he has to do is pop my plug out
and go to fuck’n. He don’t have to loosen me up none or nothing.”
“It’s a damn
good idea. I would’ve never thought of use a plug for that
purpose, but it makes one hell of a lot of sense to me. Your
daddy’s an amazing man. I like him more, the more I find
out about him. I don’t think I even need to ask if you’re clean.”
“Oh, yes,
Sir,--- my cousin taught me that, too. He done told me it was
safer
for me and more considerate and respectful of my partner to be clean
for him.”
“He right, Son.
It’s just a part of manners and it is safer; much safer, especially
with a man who has a cock like yours or mine. You come from an amazing
family, young man. They’ve trained you well, and trained you the
right way. I could tell the couple of times I met you, you were taught
manners. When you stop to think about it, that’s all I’ve really
been asking of you this evening. Now, let’s us git some biker dick up
yore’ cowboy butt. Get me a towel and a bit of lubricant, Son.
I’m pretty big. While the plug will keep your ass open and stretched we
need some lubricant so’s I won’t hurt chu' none.”
I reached over
to the night stand, got a hand towel and some lubricant.
“Mr. Claymore,
may I lube up your dick for you, Sir? I would consider it an honor,
Sir.”
“That’s fine,
boy, go ahead and lube me up.”
“How would you
like to take me, Sir,— from the front or behind.”
“I thought chu'
said you’d like to talk a little more while I fuck you?”
“Oh, yes, Sir,
I’d like that, Mr. Claymore.”
“Then I’ll take
you from the rear,— we’ll relax, get in some good, slow, deep, gentle
fuck’n to get your really loosened up and ready for me to take you good
and proper-like. Can you come while you’re being fucked, Son?”
“Yes, Sir, but
you have to fuck me pretty hard, Sir. Don’t worry none, I’m
use to it.”
He chuckled as I
finished lubricating his big dick. He took the towel and
indicated for me to turn my backside to him.
“When I pop your
plug out, I’m gonna’ slip it all the way in, so take a deep breath,
Son.”
I took a deep
breath. He popped out my plug into the towel, set it aside,
positioned the head of his big dick at my back door, and he was in my
ass in instant. I didn’t have time to feel any pain or discomfort. I
was just instantly filled with his goodness. He was kissing my neck and
whispering how good I felt. I turned my head to him and we share
a wonderful kiss. I felt him pull about halfway out, and shove his dick
all the way back into me. It took my breath away it felt so
wonderful. I knew I was going get fucked good tonight. It’s just
what I needed, and I think he sensed it.
I could feel the
coolness of his leathers against my naked skin, and it was keeping me
hard as a rock. I could put my feet on top of his big boots and lift
myself a little off his dick then slam my ass back down on him.
He let out a satisfied groan. He put his arms around me and
pulled me into him tightly, then he started fucking me a little bit. He
got a steady pace going, but he slowed down to some deep slow strokes
that made me want to yell at the top of my voice how good and wonderful
he felt. Then he put it all the way in me and stopped for a
minute.
“I can tell the
way you fuck, yore’ daddy is a man who likes his fuck’n and knows how
to appreciate a fine piece of ass. He don’t do it just to get his
rocks off, he fucks you because he genuinely loves to fuck.”
“You can tell by
the way I fuck? Damn, you’re right, Sir. I clocked him one night,
and he fucked me for an hour and forty-five minutes before he decided
to take us to the barn.”
“Do you miss
that, Son?”
“You know I do,
Sir. I’m convinced you know enough about me now to know
that. Ain’t had me no good, satisfy’n , deep, slow fuckings in a
couple of weeks. To be honest, I ain’t had sex with nobody
a’tall. I think you know that, too, Mr. Claymore.”
“I do, Son, I
jes’ wanted to hear you say it. I realized it the first couple of
strokes I took into yore’ butt your daddy done broke you in
right. Would you enjoy a good, long fuck’n tonight, Son?”
“Oh, Lord, would
I? I’d appreciate it more than I can tell you, Mr. Claymore. I
think I can tell the way you feel in my ass, and the way you been
fuck’n me, you’re like my dad. You’re a man what likes his fuck’n, and
what can appreciate a fine piece of ass. Please, Sir,— I would be
more than honored if you take all you want, Mr. Claymore. I’ll
serve it up to you until you decide you’ve had enough and ride me to
the barn.”
Somehow I got
the feeling I didn’t have to explain that metaphor to the big
man. He was from the country, and he knew what taking it to the
barn meant.
“I’m gonna’
continue fuck’n you like this for a good while. When I decide to fuck
you really good, I’ll get on top of you from the front and climb into
your little saddle. Damn,— I wish’t I’d a’ brung me spurs!”
He laughed.
“I have a pair
you could wear, Mr; Claymore.” We shared a laugh, but I think we
were both hoping the other would ask for them.
We continued to
talk quietly as he fucked me. I’d never had an experience like
this before. Sex with dad or my brothers was just that. We
had sex, but we didn’t chitchat a lot. I really liked talking with him
and getting to know him while he slowly and gently fucked me. I could
tell he was enjoying it as much as I was.
“Mr. Claymore, I
know it ain’t none of my business, Sir, but don’t chu’ know Mr. Titus
is in love with you?”
He chuckled at
my revelation.
“I don’t think
so, Son. I think I’d know if he was even a little smitten with
me. He’s too damn good looking to ever fall for a man’s ugly as
me.”
“Meaning no
disrespect, Mr. Claymore, but what the hell are you talking about,
Sir? I can feel the way you’re fuck’n me right now, any man would
have a prize to lay by your side and pleasure your big dick. Don’t
think for a minute that’s lost on Mr. Titus none, neither. He
just don’t know how to approach you. Sir. He probably thinks you
wouldn’t want him because he was a Master for so long. Maybe he’d
love to be your slave. After all, from what chu' told me, it
wasn’t his idea to become a Master to the other man. His Master wanted
it that way, and maybe he was jes’ following his Master’s order.
Maybe he’d like to go back to being a man’s slave, and not jes’ any man
either; he wants to be your slave, Sir. You don’t see the way he looks
at you sometimes. It’s like you were a banquet laid out before
him, and he’s a starving man.”
“You sure about
that, Son? He ain’t never said nothing. He’s had lots of
opportunities.”
“A cowboy don’t
never lie, Mr. Claymore. If’n you’re a real cowboy you’d know that,
Sir.”
“I do know that,
Son. I been telling folks that for forty years or more. You
really think so?”
“I know so. I’m
surprised none of your fellow bikers can’t see it and told ju’ before
now.”
“No one’s said a
word. They know us both so well, maybe they just ain’t looking
for that sort of thing; however, you would if’n you thought we was
together, and you was interested in me. You’d be watching us real
close to see if you could tell.”
“That right,
Sir, and I swear to you, what I’m telling you is the truth.”
“Titus was the
one what told me he thought you might want me for the evening and urged
me to ask you if you wanted company tonight. I thought maybe he
wanted our room to himself to have sex with somebody. I told him there
weren’t a snowball’s chance in hell you’d be interested in me; however,
I thought it wouldn’t do no harm to ask, and maybe get out of his hair
for the evening. That ain’t the only reason I asked you though. I’ve
wondered, for a number of years now, what it might feel like to fuck
yore’ fine look’n little cowboy butt. To tell you the truth, we
didn’t really stop by that gas station jes’ to say ‘hello’ to
Fred. I pulled in jes’ to check you out. I didn’t recognize you
at first either until I saw them violet eyes of yours. Ain’t see’d you
in about a year or more and you done grow’d some. This is our
first stop on our run since leaving the San Diego area.”
“Well, Sir,— my
daddy done told me if you really love somebody you think about they’s
happiness before your own. Maybe Mr. Titus loves you enough to wanna’
see you have a good time with me. If’n you ain’t been interested
in sex for a long time, he must know it. Maybe he’s a’
hoping I’ll jumpstart your motor, so’s you’ll notice him and get the
honggries for some of his fine looking ass, and,--- he does have a fine
looking ass, Sir.”
Mr. Claymore
laughed, but I could tell he was thinking about what I said.
“Can’t gainsay
that, Son. I’ve checked out his ass too many times to count. It's
almost embarrassing, the way my old mouth starts a' water'n and
I gits me a big ole hard-on ever’ damn time I look at it.”
* * * * * * *
Damn, Master
Waddie was
fucking me fine. Better than just fine, he was feeling so good in
my ass I thought a
couple of times I was building up to shoot. I’d ask him to stop
for
just a minute and it would pass. We’d stop talking for a few minutes,
and he’d concentrate on his fucking. He was like my dad, he
really enjoyed his fucking. He slowed down again. I got the feeling he
was going to tell me something and he wanted my full attention when he
told me.
“Son, I didn’t
say nothing in the spa, but I know Bubba Swansey. I’ve know’d him
for years. He lives in the next county over from the county I was
raised in. When I was a young man, me’n my brother used to
compete against him and some other fine looking young man from down
around Langtry. It might of been yore’ daddy. I’m sure your dad would
remember, but if’n he’s try’n to hide his past he might not want me
remembering. That may be why he ain’t never talked with me much,
and I never got to know the two of you. I think ole Bubba’s from that
area. He comes to the Fourth of July rodeo in my hometown ever’
year with his two boys to compete. He’s a huge bear of a man. I
like old Bubba, but he ain’t never beat me at rope’n.”
“You're good,
Mr. Claymore. Ain't too bad with a rope, neither." I
laughed and he laughed with me.
“I ain’t
too bad, but I’m real interested in seeing how you’ve come along. Push
you little ass back into me,— there, that’s the spot. Let’s work
on that for a while.” he instructed me.
Mr. Claymore was
quiet for a while and fucked me a few good, deep strokes like he was
working up to ask me something.
“This trip is
all about looking for yore’ granddaddy, ain’t it, Son?”
I couldn’t
answer him because I felt a lump jump to my throat. How could this man
know that? Was it a lucky guess? He’s been right about everything
else about me. I started to shed a tear or two. He didn’t need an
answer, he knew. He felt me melting and kissed me on my neck to soothe
and comfort me.
“Here, here,—
I’ll have none of that, boy,— kiss me!"
He gently
chastised me like he wasn’t going to stand for me feel’n bad while he
was providing me with such a fine fucking. I kissed him, and he let me
know everything was all right, he understood. He was gonna’ help
me make it through the night. He was fucking me so sweetly I could
imagine him trying to heal my soul with his big dick.
“I figured as
much.” He said quietly. “Well,— I’ll tell ya’
something,--- you and Rance Harding ain’t the only men I ever see’d
with them violet eyes. About fifteen to twenty years ago there
was a man who rode with our family for a while. I got to know him
pretty well. He’d talk to me when he wouldn’t talk to nobody
else. I could tell he was a deeply disturbed man. He
related to me because he knew I’d been to Nam, and I was having a lot
of problems from what I went through over there. I’d have
flashbacks and wake ever’ body up in the camp yelling and screaming. He
was a handsome man, and he had deep violet eyes jes' like yours. They
was almost
purple. He went by another name other than his real name. I never knew
what his real name was.
He called
himself ‘Job,’— after Job in the bible. Lots a’ bikers never use their
real names. It’s manners of the road, you jes’ don’t ask. If they
wanna’ tell you, they will, but most times they go by some name they
take on. I remember he told me, because he was so religious and uptight
he turned his back on his two boys and kicked ‘em out of his home for
having sex with a man. They were so young they didn’t have
nowheres to go, so they lied about their age, up and joined the
army. They were sent to Nam and he told me both his boys was
killed before he had a chance to set it right with them. I guess
it tore him up some’um awful. What he told me and the way he told
me, it sounded like it done ripped him a new asshole, Son. He was
running, searching, and looking ever’ wheres for forgiveness.
I
wasn’t too great a listener then, but now I realize, he needed to
forgive himself first, but it jes’ seemed like he never could. I got
the idea he renounced his religion, sold ever’ damn thing he had,
bought a Harley and hit the road. A lot of men out
there become nomadic bikers because of terrible things what happened to
them in their lives or awful mistakes they’ve made in the past they
jes’ can’t seem to forgive themselves for. They see the freedom of the
road as a means to escape their pain or seek forgiveness. That’s why
seventy-five percent or more were Nam vets during the late sixties,
seventies and even into the eighties.
Anyway, he told
me he took on the name of Job, because Job was a pious Jew in the bible
who was persecuted and lost everything, but he never lost his faith in
God; however, unlike Job in the bible, he told me he done lost his
faith, or at least what he thought was his faith, and was trying to
find answers for himself. I felt kinda sorry for him, but to be
honest, it sounded to me like he was his own worst enemy.
He was pretty
much a loner; however, he rode with our family off and on for several
years. He had to know what was going on. We made no secret about our
preferences or lifestyle. We didn’t hide the fact we lived as Masters
and slaves. I heard other men say they’d been with him, and he had an
enormous dick. I have no way of knowing if they was telling me the
truth or not; except for one man I know, my brother Cassidy. He rode
with the man for a while and said he would do almost everything with
him, but
he was definitely a Master type. He would never let another man
fuck him.
My brother,
Cassidy Crenshaw, was a true cowboy, and I know he would never lie to
me. Cass came back from Nam with his face half blown off and
looked awful until you got use to being around him. Then you
didn’t pay much attention to it. He was still my brother, and I
love him with all my heart. I guess he kinda got to ole Job,
too. He befriended my brother, rode with him for several
months and allowed my brother to be his slave. My brother was
involved with another Master who was a son of a bitch, he kept going
back to him; however, he’d get badly mistreated and leave
again. He left Job to go back with the no good bastard.
Job,— he done begged Cass to stay with him, and he promised he’d make
Cass his full time slave. I don’t know
whatever happened to ole Job, but I have a feeling my boy or Bubba
might. Why don’t chu’ think about ride’n along with us to my home
town for the Fourth of July rodeo, and maybe I can hook you up with old
Bubba. I know my boy can, he’s sheriff of the county. My
dad was sheriff of our county for years. Now, my boy’s sheriff.
We’ll find you a partner or hell,--- I’ll jes’ rope with ya myself.’”
“That’ud be
great, Mr. Claymore. Damn, you be fuck’n me so fine, Sir, I
really appreciate it. Take all you want, Mr. Claymore. If’n
you ain’t fucked a man in six years, I’d say you was a bit overdue; you
need a damn good, long haul fuck’n.”
“I guess you’re
right, Son. Yore’ ass is feel’n mighty damn good to me. My old
cowboy dick feels right at home up there. Let’s us cut out our
yacking for a while now, and do us some good ole, down home, deep ass
fuck’n.”
He started to
fuck me seriously again. I watched my digital clock on the night
table next to the bed. He’d been fucking me for over an hour, but I
still couldn’t get enough of him. I wanted him to fuck me a least for
another hour, maybe two. After another hour and a half of some
fine ass fucking he pulled out of me and ordered me on my back. I
raised my legs and took hold of them in my arms. He positioned
himself again and let the weight of his big body sink his fine dick
into the depths of my ass. He started to fuck me righteously. He
started in slow enough, but worked his way up to a trot and then a
gallop.
“Talk to me,
boy! I wanna’ know how it’s feel’n for my boy. If’n you
needs it harder,— let chur’ man know, Son. If yore’ man is fuck’n you
too hard, let him know. He’s gonna’ give you what chu’ want. He’s
gonna’ see to it he gives you what chu’ need, Son, but at the same time
he’s gonna’ take from you what he needs. Talk to me, boy!”
“ Oh, Mr.
Claymore, you’re feeling so fine in my ass, Sir. I shore’ could use a
bit harder fuck’n, Sir. I don’t think you could fuck me too hard, Mr.
Claymore. Damnation, you’re doing a great job of fuck’n my cowboy ass,
Sir. Please, Sir,— fuck me a little harder.”
“That’s all I
needed to hear, Son.”
‘Shit, damn,
hell, fuck,— he was all ready fucking me pretty damn hard. He was
deep fuck’n my ass like a crazy man, and I done gone and told him to
fuck me harder. Shit!’ I thought. Damned if he didn’t fuck me
harder. Woah! Dogies! For an mature man, he could do some pretty
awesome power fucking.
“Oh!
Hoe-lee shiiit, Mr. Claymore, ‘Ats, it! ‘Ats, it!
You’re hit’n my spot, Sir. Oh God,--- oh damn, I feel it boiling
up inside a’
me, Mr. Claymore. Harder, Sir! Spur your pony hard in the flank,
and let him take you home, cowboy! Ride ‘em to the barn, Sir! Oh,
damn! I’m sorry, Mr. Claymore,— I can’t hold it no more,
Sir. Ahhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhhh! Oh, God,— FUCK
ME, SIR! I’M COMING! Aarrgggg!”
“Oh, damn, Son,
that feels so good! You little ass is chow’n down on my dick like
it’s trying to bite it off. I’m taking it away from you, boy. I’m
gonna’ spill my seed deep in yore’ tight little cowboy ass. Oh, God,
I’m there, boy! You done took me home, Son! Gonna’ fill
yore’ hot little butt up with some good, strong cowboy/biker
come! Feel it, boy? Feel it, I’m filling yore’ cowboy ass
with my come!”
I could feel the
big man emptying what felt like six years of stored up come up my butt.
It felt like buckets full. He pulled almost all the way out and slammed
it back into me hard to let another volley of his come shoot out of him
into me. He repeated it once more for his third and final volley.
He was filling me up. I could feel him. Damn he felt good!
My spunk was all over his leathers and my belly.
He leaned into
me and began to kiss me, and tell me how great a fuck I was. I
was thanking him for such a good fuck’n. He stayed in me for
sometime taking a stoke in my ass ever’ now and then. It would
send wave after wave of sensual pleasure through my body. I’d
never been to this place before; however, I knew I liked it, and
I certainly wouldn’t mind returning. Finally, he had enough and
withdrew. He lay on his back, and I got up to get a warm, wet cloth to
clean my come from his leathers.
“No, boy,— if
you come on a Master’s leathers,— manners dictate you lick it off with
you tongue and eat it.”
“I ain’t never
done that before, Mr. Claymore.”
“You eat chore’
old man’s come all the time. Come’s come! Ain’t no
different. Time you started learn’n some new manners, Son. If you come
all over your old man you should be cleaning him up with your tongue.
It’s only respectful, Son.”
His words hit me
right between the eyes! It was a respectful thing to do. I
thought for only a second. Damn, this man provided me with the
only sex and best ass fuck’n since I left home three weeks ago. He was
like finding an oasis in the middle of a desert. He’s right again, it’s
time I learned some new manners, and if it pleased this big man for me
to learn ‘em from him, it will please me to do so. After all, he ain’t
asking me to do something I ain’t all ready done. I can damn well eat
my come off his leathers if it would please him and show him the
respect he deserves. I started in and thought I was gonna’ gag on
my own come,— but I didn’t. My come tasted damn good mixed with
the flavor and taste of his leathers. As a matter of fact, it
became so damn sensual, I shot another huge load all over the bed.
He laughed like
he was pleased I found cleaning my come from his leathers so
stimulating. He grinned real big, looked down at the puddle
beneath me, reached over, scooped up as much as he could with his
fingers and smeared it all over the toe of one of his big boots.
He did it again and smeared the rest all over the toe of his
other big boot. I didn’t need him to tell me what to do; however,
I did remember my manners.
“Mr. Claymore,
Sir, may I eat my come off your boots, Sir. I would consider it an
honor and a privilege, Sir.”
“Manners will
get you most anything you desire from a Master, Son. I'd be
pleased for you to clean your come from my boots. Git on, ‘em,
boy, and enjoy ‘em.”
I was on his
big, black, biker boots in a second, licking and cleaning my come off
of them like it was my last meal. I never had such an erotic
experience before in my life. While I was on my hands and knees
enjoying his boots, I felt him take my plug, and position it at my
hole. I raised my butt for him, and he popped it back into my ass.
“Now you may get
a damp cloth and finish cleaning us, boy.” He laughed.
“If you told me
in the spa I’d be licking and cleaning my come off’n your boots
tonight, Mr. Claymore, I probably wouldn’t have asked you to stay
the night with me. Now that I have,— I can’t imagine being with
you again without paying homage to your boots, Sir. No wonder Mr.
Titus’ mouth waters and he licks his lips ever’ damn time he looks at
your big boots? I know nothing about Masters and slaves, Mr.
Claymore, but if making love to or paying homage to your boots is
something you require as a Master, or is an accepted part of a slave’s
manners,— he’s jes’ dying to show you his, Sir.”
“That you might
even consider paying homage to this old man’s boots again, Son, is
about the sweetest damn thing any man’s said to me in a long
time. Co’mer, cowboy! Crawl up here in my arms.” He
growled at me. “As far as your observations of Mr. Titus
Johannson is concerned, I can only hope and pray you’re right, Son.
Time will tell. To make that man my slave would be to own a treasure of
great worth.”
My big biker
held me, kissed me, and played with my plug until I thought I was going
to explode again. It was at that moment I began to think about
Cowboy drinking his Master’s piss in the spa as if it were the most
natural thing in the world he could be doing. I thought to myself,—
‘If’n it came from this big man’s loving body,— it didn’t sound quite
so bad after all.’
He got up to go
to the bathroom to relieve himself, and I followed him to rinse out the
cloth. He started his heavy stream of piss into the toilet. It
sounded like a cow piss’n on a flat rock. I don’t know what made me do
it, maybe because my daddy told me to try everything once; maybe it was
out of my need to please the big man, but I looked at his stream of
piss, looked up to his eyes, he knew exactly what I was thinking,
winked, slightly nodded his approval, I grabbed my toothbrush glass,
held it under his stream, and collected about two ounces. He
watched me carefully to see what I would do. I knew not to smell
it. It would smell like a man’s piss, and I might not do what I
intended. I simply threw it into my mouth, tasted it and
swallowed all of it. Okay,— it wasn’t
as bad as I imagined. It was warm and tasted kinda bitter but not
too bad. It wasn’t even disgusting to me. Damned if it didn’t
taste a little like a hot beer. He pulled me to him, leaned down
to me and gently kissed me.
“You didn’t have
to do that, Son.”
“I know I
didn’t, you wouldn’t have asked it of me, but I jes’ got to think’n
about Cowboy drink’n his Master’s recycled beer, and I thought about
the good fuck'n you jes' gimme,' and
how much you’ve come to mean to me in such a short time. I
thought if’n it was to come from your body, it didn’t sound so bad to
me. I wanted to try it, Mr. Claymore; I wanted to taste you, Sir,
and I ain’t sorry I did. I ain’t a gonna’ go grab’n Cowboy’s can from
his hand if’n we’re in the spa again, but I think I could get use to
yours, Sir.”
“Damn, Son,— do
I have a natural slave on my hands here? A man who’s born to
serve another man? You seem to have a great need to please a man
what’s controlling but good to you. What chu’ jes’ done is
pert-damn advanced for a lot of slaves. Most Masters don’t
require that of their slaves today. I don’t,— but I’ll have to
say, I was real curious whether you would or not. It told me a lot
about chu,’ Son. That little bit certainly ain’t gonna’ hurt chu’
none. Cowboy still does it because his first Master required it of him,
he got use to it, he developed a taste for it, and he was telling you
the truth. He’d rather drink his Master’s recycled beer that real
beer. He don’t do it all the time,— jes’ once in a while when he
can talk his Master into it. Dan ain’t too keen on it, he don’t
require either one of his slaves do it, but he wants his slaves to be
happy. Do you think you’d like to be owned by a man and have a
Master, Son?”
“If you were the
Master, Mr. Claymore? I wouldn’t think twice, Sir; however, I know I
ain’t for you, Sir, and as much as I’ll always cherish the
memory of my time with you, I know you ain’t for me neither. Mr.
Titus is the man for you, Sir. He’ll become your slave, and I couldn’t
be happier for you both. However, until you make Mr. Titus your
slave, my coach door is always open to you, Master Claymore.”
“Do you realize
you jes’ referred to me as a Master, Son?”
“And I will from
now on out of respect for you, Sir,--- if'n it's okay with you.”
“Of course, it's
okay with me! Damn,
boy! Leave something of this old man’s heart intact. You jes’
ripped out a major chunk of it, but you can keep it, Son, to warm your
spirit on some lonely night.”
“Thank you,
Master Claymore. Shall we go to bed, Sir?”
“Lead the way,
boy. You want me to take my leathers off or you want me
to sleep in ‘em with you?”
“Wouldn’t you be
uncomfortable, Master?”
“No, I sleep
many nights in my leathers when we’re camping out. It’s much warmer
that way, and I don’t have to haul around a big, heavy blanket on my
bike.”
“It might be
really nice if you decide you want a little more of your boy’s butt
during the night, Sir.”
“Then, I'll
wear 'em on top of your leather spread. Do you have something to throw
over us?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I got a big
comforter from a drawer under the bed.
He was snapping
his cod piece back on, and when I saw him standing in front of me, my
dick got hard again. He laughed and lay down on the bed.
“The damn thing
gives me away, don’t it, Master Claymore?”
“Ah,— but you
can’t know what you’ve done for this old cowboy tonight, young
man. If you look at me and get and instant erection it tells me I
still got a few miles to go.”
I threw the
comforter over both of us and he pulled me close to him. He
kissed me gently one last time. It was a kiss of peace and thanks from
both of us to each other. The cool feel of his leathers against
my skin was terribly sensual; however, the coolness soon went away, and
they became very warm from his body heat. I could feel his cod piece
against my butt, and I stayed hard all night long. It was
probably a good thing. About four in
the morning I felt my plug pop out of my ass only to be swiftly replace
by Master Claymore’s cock. He fucked me so sweetly. Nothing
rough or heavy this time. It didn’t seem to matter to either of us, we
both came anyway. He didn’t bother to put my plug back in.
He just slept the rest of the night with his dick in me. He was
the most wonderful man I ever met in my life to that time, and I felt
myself falling deeply in love with him.
* * * * * * *
The next morning
we woke up early. He wanted to return to his room in the main
house to clean up and change clothes before breakfast. I begged him to
let me suck him off. He complained he might be dirty, he just
pulled his cock out of me. I told him I didn’t give a shit, I wanted
him. I got on my knees, kissed both his boots, and told him how
wonderful it would be to start my day with the taste of his come in my
mouth. He laughed and told me to go ahead. I had him lay
back across my bed and proceed to claim my prize. I remembered my
manners. I didn’t take him until I made proper love to his cock and
balls. After he gave me permission to take him I don’t think it
took me five minutes to get him off. He flooded my mouth with one of
the biggest loads I ever took from a man, and it was sweet tasting like
his disposition. Although, I knew in my heart Master Waddie could be an
imposing figure, I also knew he had a sweet and gentle nature about
him. Of course, I shot my wad again in a puddle on the bed. He
laughed at me, but this time he let me clean it up. After he
left, I licked it up and ate it. What had I been missing?
* * * * * * *
I was all ready
in the house when Master Claymore and Mr. Titus walked in for
breakfast. I almost dropped my damn teeth on the floor. My
leather Master was transformed into a fine looking, handsome cowboy. I
remembered him as being a fine looking older cowboy, but this morning,
he was a knockout. To my embarrassment, I remember pissing a little in
my Wrangles, not to go unnoticed, commented on, and laughed about by
several of the men there. He walked over to me, put his big
cowboy arms around me and kissed me good morning.
“Awwww,— ” they
all went. He slowly turned to them.
“Eat your hearts
out, gentlemen.” He grinned wickedly. They hooted and laughed
again. I spoke up in Master Waddie’s defense.
“I’m the one you
gentlemen should be jealous of. I invited the finest man among you to
my bed, and had one of the most wonderful evenings of my young life.”
“Ouuuuu,— ” they
all responded and then started clapping for both of us.
It was all in
good fun. Mr. Titus came to me, gave me a big hug and a good morning
kiss. I thought he was really hot. I watched closely to see if I could
detect any jealousy or uneasiness in him from Master Claymore bunk’n it
in with me, but there was nothing; in fact, he seemed happy his friend
had such a good evening. It only made me more sure than ever he
would make my Master a fine slave.
* * * * * * *
After
breakfast everyone started out of the house for the barn to saddle up
ponies and start a long day of rope’n and ride’n. I couldn’t believe my
eyes when we walked out the front door. I made an audible,
“Whoa!” sound in shock. The others kinda laughed at me. I was new
and didn’t know what went on there. There was twenty-five or thirty
pickup trucks with horse trailers. There was horse drawn carriages, men
women and children on horseback all coming to watch the men rodeo.
There was still two days before the big rodeo in Tucson.
“Happens ever’
weekend there’s a big rodeo nearby, Son.” Master Waddie draped
his big arm over my shoulder to walk to the barn with me. “All the
women bring tons of food, and it’s the best damn stuff you ever had in
yore’ mouth.”
“Mean’n no
disrespect, Master Claymore,” I said quietly so only he could hear me,
“the best taste’n stuff I ever had in my mouth was yore’ come early
this morning before you left the double ‘R,’ Sir.”
He laughed and
pulled me tighter into him. I felt good with this big man.
“Think you might
like a little more, sometime?” he said quietly.
“Anytime you
care to honor me, Master Claymore. I wasn’t kidding when I told ju’ the
door to the double ‘R’ ain’t never locked for you. You don’t
never have to knock, Sir. I’d like for you to think a’ my butt as
a second home for your dick, Master, any time you need it.”
I said and he chuckled.
“I’ll keep that
in mind, youngster. That should be enough to keep me hard all
damn day.” he said laughing and I laughed with him.
* * * * * * *
I brought my
saddle to the barn last evening. Cowboy showed me where to store it in
their tack room. I wasn’t worried about it, there must have been
thirty saddles in there of various styles and sizes. I got my
saddle, took it to the stall where Rocky was. He seemed glad to see me.
I don’t know what got into him, but he was raring to go. He was
hyperactive. I almost couldn’t get his saddle on him. I
told him the sooner he calmed down and let me finish, the quicker we
were going to get into the arena. He calmed right down, but he
gave me kind of a disgusted snort. I laughed at him and
told him the same to you fellow.
When I rode him
into the area the rest of the men were all ready saddled up and waiting
for me. Master Claymore sat a fine horse. He was a hot looking biker
but he was one hell of a good looking cowpoke. Damn he was fine looking
on his pony. I could tell just the way he sat his pony he’d been a
horseman for years.
“Since you’re
new, Son, they all wanna’ see what chu’ got. We’ll go
first. What’da ya’ ride, boy, header or heeler?”
“Either one
equally well, Sir.”
“Good man! So do
I; however, for our first run, I’ll rope header and you ride heeler.”
“Fine,
Sir.” We rode over to the stocks together, and I was coiling my
rope getting set up for the run. I was surprised. A couple of the
bikers were in their cowboy clothes and manning the stocks.
“Watch me out of
the corner of your eye, Son. Don’t look over at me, it’ll break
your concentration and slow your time. When you see me spur my
pony, spur yours right after. Don’t worry none about jump’n the
barrier. You let me worry about that.”
“Yes, Sir,
Master,” I replied softly and winked at him. So help me, he
blushed. I couldn’t believe it. He was still red and laughing to
himself as he got himself lined up for our run. All eyes were on
us. Being under pressure only made me focus better. I was
ready. The steer was released, and I saw him spur his pony.
I immediately spurred mine, and as soon as Rocky cleared the gate I was
shocked to find my wonderful Master from the night before all ready had
the steer’s head roped and turned. All I had to do was toss my rope,
dally, Rocky was all ready backing up and we were through. Our
time was eight seconds. It was an arena record and good enough to
get us a round of applause and pats on the back. Master Claymore rode
over to me with the biggest shit eat’n grin on his face.
“Y’ain’t bad,
kid! Y’ain’t bad a’ tall! And,--- you rope pretty damn good, too.” he
laughed and winked at me, “Yore’ daddy done taught chu’ right. I can
tell you learn’t from a champion.”
“My daddy was
and still is a champion, Sir. What about you? You blew me
away! When my pony cleared the gate; you all ready had that
critter turned. Fastest damn rope’n I ever did see. Dad and
I ain’t never got that low a time. I hear’d you tell someone you
ain’t got a partner for the rodeo this year. I’d like to ask you
to be my partner, Sir, but I wanna’ save it until I can ask you right
proper-like, Master Waddie.”
He smiled real
big at me.
“I’d like that,
Son. I’d like that a lot. A boy should always remember his
manners. You’ve all ready learned a lot. You’ve learned
manners and being courteous will almost always git chu’ what chu’
want.” he winked at me, and it was my turn to blush. He
pointed a finger at me and roared with laughter. I don’t know
what it was about Master Waddie, but he always seemed to bring out the
best in me. His recycled beer didn’t taste to damn shabby,
neither. Damn it! Why did my dick just get hard thinking
about that. I laughed at myself.
We rodeoed all
damn day. We broke for lunch and Master Claymore was right.
It was great food. I ate too much. I was sitting with
Master Claymore and several of his biker buddies eating lunch. We
were talking about the morning and who had some good runs.
“You and Casey
took all the top times today, Waddie. You gonna’ rope with him come
Saturday?” Dan Yates asked him.
“Ain’t chu’ and
cowboy roping, Dan?” Master Claymore asked.
“We might. Since
you and Casey seem to be so hot, you might be some strong competition
for us. Hell, we didn’t do nearly as good as you two this
morning. Maybe we’ll improve, but what about you and Casey?”
“He ain’t asked
me yet, brother. I’m a’ hoping he will. I think we’d make a damn
good team.”
All the men
agreed including Titus.
“Well,— ?” Dan
Yates asked me like was I going to ask Master Waddie or not?
“Some things in
life jes’ can’t be rushed, Mr. Yates. My daddy done taught me there’s a
time and place for everything. I certainly plan to ask Master
Claymore to be my partner, but I wanna’ wait until I can ask him man to
man,— you know,— proper-like, Sir.”
“Humm,— okay, I
think I can understand that. Damn, Son, you make it sound like a
marriage proposal.” Dan Yates laughed at me; however, he knew exactly
what I was talking about. He left it alone since he all ready heard
Master Claymore say he would like to be my partner, and I was going to
ask him. That’s all he needed to know.
We rodeoed until
the early evening. Rocky’s tongue was hanging out. I decided I’d worked
him enough for the day. He was mighty glad to get me off his
back. A good wipe down, and some chow helped improve his
spirits. I thanked him for being such a good partner, and I
appreciated his efforts. He never let me down. He looked at
me like he understood and put his head down for me to love him.
He knew how to suck me dry. Master Claymore came over to Rocky’s stall
after he finished with his pony.
“You did damn
good today, Son. I was down right proud a’ my boy.”
Damn, that
smooth talk’n devil, he certainly knew how to say the right thing at
the right time. Jes’ calling me ‘his boy’ was an instant hard-on and he
knew it, too. He grinned.
“I always knew
you were good with a rope, Sir. You beat me and my daddy lots a’
times. We ain’t come up against you recently though. You didn’t
disappoint me, Master Waddie. You kept up with me toss for toss
and there ain’t another man I know of, cept’n my dad, what can do that.”
“You feel like
having a mature biker bunk it in with you again this evening, Son?”
“You knew the
answer to that question 'afore you asked it, Master. I need me some
more
a’ your prime, grade ‘A’, aged, cowboy beef, Master Claymore. I need to
learn me some more manners, too, and I know you’re just the man what
can teach ‘em to me, Sir.”
“Be proud to,
Son. You want more leather or you want a cowboy?”
“More leather,—
please, Master Waddie. After yore’ performance in the arena today, Sir,
I have a deep need to pay homage to them big boots of yours.”
“You got it,
boy. You planning on soak’n in the spa with the rest of ‘em tonight,
Son?”
“I’d much rather
spend that time laying in your arms, Master Waddie.”
“Damn, boy, you
know how to turn me on. I’ll be at your coach an hour after we break up
from dinner.”
“I’ll be a’
wait’n, clean, and a’ wear’n my plug for you, Sir.”
We had dinner in
the big house after all the folks left. There was enough left
over from the spread at lunch the women didn’t have to cook. We
mostly picked and snacked, but it was all still just as good as it was
at lunch. I didn’t eat too much. I didn’t want a lot in my gut
for obvious reasons. (“What could he mean by that, Brandine?”
“Shit happens, Cletus!”) For some reason all eyes were on Master
Claymore and me at dinner. Everyone was making furtive glances
from time to time, then they’d look at each other and smile knowingly.
“You men gonna’
join us in the spa this evening?” Dan Yates grinned wickedly as
he asked me and Master Claymore. The whole table knew who he was
talking to. I could see Master Claymore was blushing and so was
I. Everyone broke up laughing at us. I spoke first.
“I surely
appreciate the offer, Mr. Yates. I really enjoyed it last night,
but I’m kinda tuckered out from all the rope’n today. I
think I’ll jes’ turn in early, Sir.”
No one said
anything, but Dan wasn’t about to let it rest there.
“You, Master
Waddie?” He asked Master Claymore and emphasized the word
‘Master.’ Everybody laughed again.
“I’m as tired as
the kid is. I gots me a big ole tired-on.” everyone laughed,
“‘At boy done
wore me out today. He’s a damn fine roper. He used a good word
for it,--- I be all tuckered out, too. I’m gonna’ call it an
early
night.”
“Well,— we
shore’ will miss ya’ll.” Everyone was laughing at Mr. Yates teasing us.
“Ya’ll want an early morning wake up call. Be happy to have Cowboy call
your room, Master Waddie, and you, young man, in your coach.”
Master Waddie
came to our rescue.
“No sense in
Cowboy have’n to make two calls, Dan. I’m sure my young rope’n
buddy here wouldn’t mine call’n me in my room, would ju,’ Son?”
“Anything for
you, Master Waddie.” I said calmly.
The whole table
broke up. Even Titus was laughing.
“You be careful
with that big, cowboy Master, Son. He’s a fine man, but he's one hell
of a smooth talker.” Cowboy warned
me laughing, “The next thing you know he’ll have you drink’n his
recycled beer straight from the tap.”
“It’s awful damn
nice of you to warn me about that, Sir,— I do so appreciate it, but I’m
afeared you’re jes’ a little too late.”
Cowboy’s mouth
dropped open and Dan Yates let out a whoop you could’ve heard in
Phoenix. Everyone was rolling on the floor laughing at the expression
on Cowboy’s face. I’d nailed him to the barn door, but good, and
I didn’t tell no lie, neither! I could see Master Claymore laughing
next to me. He pointed his finger at Cowboy like he’d really been had.
He put his big arm around me and hugged me close to him. He leaned
over and bussed a kiss behind my ear.
“Yore’ some
piece a’ work, Son. Yore’ daddy couldn’t a’ made you no finer.” he said
softly. He stole another kiss and then broke up laughing again.
“Is ‘zat true,
Master Waddie?” Cowboy asked him skeptically.
“You heard the
man! Cowboy’s don’t never lie! You should know that, Son.”
Everyone was
still laughing at Cowboy.
“You should a’
know’d better’n ‘nat, Cowboy.” chastised Big Jim, “You never wanna’ ask
a kid what’s as bright as ‘zat boy is, a loaded question.
It’ll blow up in your face ever’ damn time. You better leave that
one alone, Cowboy. After watch’n them two rope today, for my
money, I’m bet’n the kid’s tell’n the truth.”
Everyone around
the table raised their hand including Titus to signify they agreed with
big Jim.
“Are we talk’n
another natural here, Master Waddie?” Cowboy asked him in disbelief.
“Pert-damn near!
He’s a fine, well mannered, and respectful young man. He's been taught
the cowboy way and he didn't miss a lesson.”
Cowboy knew when
to withdraw and nothing more was said about us spending the night
together. My asshole started twitching uncontrollably as I was thinking
about the fucking I was going to get from my Master tonight. Somehow I
just knew it was going to be a good one. I began to wonder if
they had fucking marathons like they used to have dance marathons
during the thirties and forties. I thought if they did, I wanted
Master Waddie for my dance partner.
I helped clean
up the table and put things away. I was given a pat on my butt and sent
on my way by Cowboy, but not before he grabbed me and kissed me on my
forehead.
“I’s jes’ fool’n
with ya’ earlier, little brother. Weren’t a man sitting at that
table what wasn’t happy as hell to see you two together. Master
Waddie ain’t shown no interest in nobody in a number of years; well,—
since his slave passed away six years ago. We think you may be the
first he’s been with in all that time. We’re happy for you and him and
grateful to you for pulling him out of his funk. No matter how
your relationship develops, he’s one of the best, Casey. You can trust
that big man
with your soul. He’s a fine, quality Master. You won’t find a
better one.”
“Thanks, Cowboy.
I knew you were kidding. I hope my comeback didn’t do no permanent
damage or don't leave no scars.” I laughed.
“Ah, hell,
no! I deserved that! All I wanna’ know is,— is it true?”
I didn’t answer
him. I just stood there and turned beet red. He started laughing
his ass off.
“You don’t have
to say a word, boy. I done got my answer. Well,— all I can
say is,— good for you, cowboy! Now,— go clean yore’self up for
your Master!”
“Yes, Sir.”
I left and went
to my coach. I was floating on a cloud. I was tired but happy and
looking forward to a wonderful, relaxed evening in my Master’s
arms. Why was I thinking about Master Claymore as my Master?
‘Because you want him to be your Master for this evening or for what
little time you might have together. It jes’ feels right. It’s manners,
Son! You owe the man that. He’s been s’damn good to you.’ I
thought to myself. ‘Ain’t seen me no tighter bonds than these men
have for each other. There's more under heaven and earth than I
might have dreamed of in their philosophy. Something must be working.’
End of Chapter
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