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I started at the sound of Miss Ellie shouting my name from the other room.
"Coming, ma'am!" I called back.
I laid the small paring knife and the potato that I was peeling on the counter and wiped my hands on the apron around my waist and hurried towards the front of the house towards Miss Ellie's voice.
Miss Ellie was an elderly spinster. She was mean as a snake, but she ran a good house. Miss Ellie's Boarding House was known throughout the county, maybe even the whole state of Arkansas, as a clean place to get a decent night's stay and a good, hot meal. Despite the fact that she was a crabby old thing and didn't seem to like me much, I was really lucky that she let me work for her. I knew I wasn't much good for anything else. Everyone had said so.
"Help Mr. Wexler with his things."
I hurried out the front door and down the porch and skidded to a stop in front of the biggest man I had ever seen. I didn't even come up to the giant's shoulders. The cowboy was wearing his Sunday best black Stetson hat on his head, pulled low over his brow. He was tall and broad-shouldered. Not much of a neck. His brown beard had grown wild from lack of shave while on his travels. He wore a black vest over his once white shirt. His tan canvas trousers were in good condition, but dusty and he carried a six-shot revolver on his gun belt. His dusty and worn boots had to be twice the size of my boots. My eyes lingered perhaps a little too long between his legs. When I realized that I could see what appeared to be the bulge of his ample manhood, my cheeks burned red and I quickly looked away.
Mr. Wexler flicked the brim of his hat up with a finger and looked me up and down. A slow smile spread across his mouth. The big cowboy had friendly hazel eyes, which reflected the smile on his lips. He nodded his chin at me. "You're a tiny little thing," he said in a slow Texan drawl, his voice deep and rumbling. "You strong enough to get this stuff up to my room, boy?"
He had two horses, one large chestnut stallion for riding and a small mule for hauling. He stroked his hand up and down the neck of his stallion as he watched me.
"Yes, sir, Mr. Wexler," I said firmly with my chin held high, while trying not to show that I was offended by his words.
I had a lean build, but I had good, strong arms from working. I know I'm short, a half a foot under six. With my red hair and fair skin, I would get burnt quick if I was out in the sun too long. I got that from my mama, rest her soul. I hated that people thought me a weakling simply 'cause of my size.
Wexler chuckled and shot me a wink to know that he was just playing with me and I relaxed a bit. His hazel eyes twinkled as he watched me with a knowing eye that gazed up and down my body. I had seen that look from other men before, only this time I wasn't upset by it. And maybe I welcomed it, just a little. Remembering Miss Ellie's words and the sting of her strap, the warm feeling was replaced by a creeping guilt. I gave him a quick smile back and looked away from him, not wanting to encourage him. That kind of attention could get a man hanged.
I bent down and picked up the two large satchels. They were much heavier than I thought they'd be, but hopefully I picked them up without looking like I was struggling. I didn't want Mr. Wexler to think me a runt.
Miss Ellie called out "Room Three!" as I climbed the stairs with the bags.
I pushed open the door to Room Three and set the satchels down, nearly dropping them. As I rubbed my hands together, soothing my palms and stiff knuckles, I took a look around the room.
This room was one of the bigger rooms, located at the back of the house. It had a nice sized bed, which a man Mr. Wexler's size would surely need. Like the other rooms, it had its own wash tub in the corner. I looked around and made sure that everything was in order. I made sure the sideboard's cupboard had a bar of soap, washing flannels and drying towels. I crawled under the bed and pulled out the long, flat storage box. I opened it and removed the extra blanket. I patted it off and laid it on the foot of the bed, then pushed the storage box back into place. I smoothed down the covers and fluffed up the pillows. I double checked the lamp on the night table, making sure it was full of kerosene. I opened the curtains and pulled up the window a crack to let the cool breeze get rid of some of the staleness in the air. I wanted everything perfect for the big cowboy.
Once I was satisfied with the room, I went back downstairs and outside to the front porch. Wexler handed me a leather bag. "I'm going to take my horse and mule down to the boarding stable. I'll be back in a few minutes."
"Tell them you're staying at Miss Ellie's. You'll get a better price."
Wexler nodded and tipped his hat at me and set off down the street. As he walked away, I watched his wide, broad back, then let my eyes drift to his muscular behind. Feeling a blush creeping up my neck and a tingling in my britches, I hurried upstairs with his bag. I set the bag on the bed and ran my fingers over it. The leather was soft and worn and clearly he'd had it a long time.
Not able to delay any further, I went back to the kitchen and returned to my duties helping Miss Ellie prepare supper.
Miss Ellie came in through the back door with two fresh chickens. "You get Mr. Wexler squared away?"
"Yes, ma'am," I said.
I cringed as she prepared the chickens. As much as I liked eating and cooking chickens, I sure didn't like killing or plucking them.
Once dinner was finished cooking, I first served Miss Ellie and our guests in the dining room. I made myself a plate and then quietly ate my supper at the tiny table in the kitchen reserved for the help, which was only me at this time.
Miss Ellie always ate in the dining room with her guests. We only had two at this time, Mr. Barnes and Mr. Wexler.
Mr. Barnes was going to be with us another few days. I wondered how long Mr. Wexler would be staying. My mind couldn't help but wander. I wondered what he looked like in the nude. He was so big and tall, with large feet. And he had such a generous bulge in his trousers... I wondered how big he got when he was--
I let out a squeak and my fork clattered to the floor as Miss Ellie walked in.
Her mouth narrowed into a frown as she watched me. I felt my face burning and I had to look away. It was as if she could read my unpure thoughts.
After a long moment, she looked at me with a cool eye and said, "Mr. Wexler wants a hot bath before he turns in. Bring up the water for him in one hour."
"Yes, ma'am." I got up and made sure the large pot was filled with water and I stoked the fire.
Once the dishes were cleaned, dried and put away, I grabbed two buckets and filled them with water from the pump. I went upstairs and tapped on Mr. Wexler's door with my elbow. "Mr. Wexler? It's Rusty, sir."
The older man opened the door and let me in. I dumped the buckets into his wash basin and then went downstairs for more. I made another trip with the well water, then went back for the hot water.
When I stepped into the room, Mr. Wexler was dressed only in his union suit. He had taken his hat off and he had a red ring across his forehead left over from the brim. Those huge boots of his laid in the middle of the floor next to a pile of clothes. I looked down at my boots and compared them to his. Lord, he had big feet.
The long one-piece underwear he wore was unbuttoned midway, stretched a little tight around his slightly rounded belly. It needed a washing something fierce. It was dingy and there was some yellow stains in his crotch. My eyes swept down his body, pausing to stare at the pelt of hair visible on his chest. I just couldn't help but look between his legs. His member created a sizable bulge that hung down the leg. I blushed and looked away in shame, folding my hands over my own crotch, where my pecker was straining against my trouser buttons. I glanced back to make sure he didn't notice me staring. I found him looking right at me.
I swallowed nervously and I poured the hot water into the basin. I dipped my hand in the water, satisfied that it was sufficiently warm for his bath. I got out the soap, a flannel and a towel and set them on the side table next to the basin. "You're all set, Mr. Wexler."
"How much for you to help me out?"
My eyes widened as all kinds of dirty thoughts ran through my head. Surely he didn't mean... "Beg pardon?"
"I need my hair and beard trimmed. And I wouldn't turn down a back scrubbing."
"I... Uh... You'd be better off with the barber in the morning."
"I'm itchin' now, boy," he said as he scratched at his long, thick, unruly beard. He pulled a small leather pouch out of out of his pants and held out a shiny silver coin. "What do you say?"
That was a good bit of money. I'd be a big dummy to turn my back on that. "I reckon I could do that. I'll go and get my scissors."
Mr. Wexler slipped the coin into my palm, his fingers lingering before slowly pulling away. I went downstairs and fetched my scissors, a straight razor, foam and brush. When I returned, the door was shut. I knocked quietly."Come in."
I opened the door and stepped inside and froze in my boots.
Oh my Lord.
Mr. Wexler was standing nude by the wash basin. His broad chest, stomach and trunk-like legs were covered in a pelt of curly brown hair. His member hung long, thick and heavy between his legs, resting over a low-hanging sack filled with two large nuts. Its hood completely covered the bulbous head.
"Shut the door, boy," he said with a frown.
"Oh!" I shut the door behind me and walked over to the basin.
He climbed into the bath and let out a satisfied sigh. "Oh, this is might nice."
I wet the cloth and rubbed the soap into it. I lifted his hair and scrubbed hard across the back of his neck, then down his back. He even had a soft dusting of brown fur on his shoulders.
"Is this too hard, Mr. Wexler?"
"Scrub hard as you can. And reckon you call me Hoss, seein's how you got your hands on my nekkid body and all." His shoulders shrugged as he laughed to himself.
"Hoss," I whispered as I continued rubbing. A manly name for a manly man.
He let out a quiet breath and closed his eyes. I noticed he had a few scars and scratches on his arms and on his hands. Probably from working. Hoss was an honest-to-goodness cowboy. A real man. He was used to hard work.
Hoss lifted his arm and the ripe smell assaulted my nose. For some reason, it wasn't unpleasant to me, not like it would have been on any other man. My prick took notice and it got even harder in my britches. I squirmed a bit to get comfortable, glad that Hoss couldn't see me. I scrubbed his arm and inside his furry armpit, moving my head a little closer to get a quick whiff before I scrubbed the intoxicating smell away. He didn't even flinch when I touched him there. I guess he wasn't ticklish like I was. I repeated the same with the other arm.
I moved around to the side of the basin and dipped the cloth in the water to re-wet it. I soaped it up and set to rubbing what little neck he had bared and then his chest. His chest was broad and muscular. The feel of the thick, coarse hair made my prick throb.
"You do this for a lot of men, Rusty?" Hoss asked. His voice was quiet, and had a deep and husky quality to it, different than his normal speaking voice. It made my whole body tighten up.
"No, sir," I responded just as quiet. "Well, once. A salesman from back east. New York City. He asked for my help scrubbing his back."
Hoss let out a puff of air. "I bet." His tone told me he didn't much care for salesmen. Or maybe it was people from New York City.
I don't know what on earth possessed me to tell Hoss about him, but I wished I could take it back. Oh lord, what Hoss must think of me now. I hoped he didn't think I did more than wash the other man's back.
Unable to help myself, I blushed furiously at the memory. That slick-talking salesman seduced me, not that I wasn't willing, I suppose. When Miss Ellie caught us, me on my knees with my head in his lap, she tanned my hide so bad I couldn't sit for days. She said I should be grateful she didn't turn me in to the law. And I was.
I could feel Hoss's eyes on me and I willed myself not to look back at him. While I washed Hoss, I tried making small talk to distract myself from his body. "Where are you from, Hoss?" I asked.
"How long you staying in town?"
"Three, maybe four days. I'm headed up to Dakota Territory. My uncle's getting on in years and I'm taking over his ranch."
"That's super. You're gonna be the big boss. You must know a lot about ranching and cowboying."
Hoss chuckled. "Mm-hmm. Been doing it all my life."
"What kind of ranch is it?"
"Horses. Cattle. Mmmm..."
Hoss let out a low groan and I realized that I was slowly rubbing the cloth on his chest and belly, no longer scrubbing, but softly caressing. I looked down into the water and I gasped. His pecker was standing hard and upright. The head reached all the way to his belly button and was poking out of the water. I froze, unable to move.
Hoss snickered and took the cloth from me. He rubbed more soap into it and pushed it between his legs. I was thankful that he washed his own privates. He tugged back on his foreskin to wash around the head and I had the decency to look away.
He took the soap and scrubbed it into his tangled hair. He scrubbed his face and then rinsed off. He leaned back and closed his eyes.
"Now be careful, boy."
I looked back down into his lap. His prick was still standing at attention. He opened his eyes and looked at me expectantly. I realized that he was ready and waiting for me to give him a trim. "Oh. Yes, sir. Do you want it clean-shaven, or trimmed down?"
"Just trim it down, boy."
After a thorough combing, I got the scissors and trimmed Hoss's hair down to a respectable length.
"Your hair is real thick," I said quietly as I carefully cut down his beard.
"I wish I could grow a beard."
Hoss let out a quiet laugh. "You're still nothing but a boy."
"I'm not a boy," I said indignantly. "I'm nearly twenty years."
"Mm-hmm. When you get on the other side of thirty, come talk to me again."
"You're thirty?" I asked with surprise. He didn't seem that old, especially now with his hair and beard trimmed back.
"Not yet. Close. Miss Ellie your grandmama?"
"No. My mama used to work for her. Mama taught me how to cook and clean and work around the house, and so Miss Ellie kept me 'round after my mama died of the fever."
"You got no papa? You didn't work with the men?"
"No, sir. He left 'fore I was born. The men... none of them wanted me around. I tried, but..."
Lord, I missed my mama. My eyes stung a little and I blinked a few times, not wanting to shame myself by weeping in front of the cowboy. Hoss didn't say anything, just watched me as I trimmed the edges of his bushy mustache. My fingers brushed against his now visible lips. They were full and pink and surprisingly soft.
I brushed the shaving soap onto Hoss's neck and on his cheeks. I carefully used the straight razor to clean the edges back until he was perfect. Almost as good as the barber, if I done say so myself.
Hoss leaned forward and splashed his face with water and I went and got the handheld mirror from the sideboard and gave it to him.
"That's right nice, Rusty," he said as he ran his fingers over his head and his beard while taking a look in the mirror. "Reckon it was worth every penny."
I smiled, glad that he was happy. He looked much better now. He was nice and clean. His hair and beard were trimmed and brought out his mouth and especially his eyes. Hoss was a very handsome man, very manly. I'm sure the ladies swooned when they saw the big man coming their way. As I stepped back away from him, my knees buckled a little. I guess he made me swoon, too.
He stood up and I held a towel for him. He took it from me and began drying off while I packed up my things and cleaned up the hair clippings. I cast my eyes to the side, not wanting to be caught staring at him in the nude again. "You're all settled, Hoss. Let me or Miss Ellie know if you have any other needs."
"I got one more need here," he said huskily.
I looked up at him and he lowered his eyes down for a moment and looked back up at me. I lowered my gaze down between his legs. His great big prick stood hard, pointing towards his belly. It was red and swollen with the need he spoke of.
My mouth went dry. "There's a saloon down the way... They have, um, ladies..."
"Thought you might could help me out."
I swallowed nervously and shook my head. "I, uh..."
"I won't tell no one. I seen the way you look at me. You like my body, don't you, boy? You prefer men... big men like me, don't you, boy?"
Unable to look him in the eye or even speak, I just nodded. For some reason, I just couldn't lie to him and I just knew that he felt the same way I did. I somehow knew I was safe with him, but my nerves still had me trembling.
He moved closer to me and took my hand. He walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge. His hands moved to my shoulders and he gave me a gentle push down and I knelt in front of him.
I reached my shaking hand towards the beckoning column of flesh. I looked up at Hoss. He was staring back down at me with dark and lusty eyes. He nodded at me to continue. "Go ahead, boy," he whispered.
I wrapped my right hand around him while my left cupped his heavy sack. He felt hot to the touch. The skin was velvety soft, covering that hard as steel shaft underneath. His foreskin was loose and very veiny. A clean, soapy scent masked his musky male scent. I slid my hand down and revealed his bulbous cock head. It looked like a ripe plum, wet with moisture. A drop of clear liquid leaked out and I began to move my hand.
I reckon I was good at this, having practiced on myself in secret plenty of times over the last few years. By the way Hoss was breathing and the quiet grunts he was making, I knew that he thought I was good at it too.
I kept stroking him with a steady rhythm, using a firm grip. I gently rolled his large eggs in my left hand - he seemed to like that. Hoss bucked his hips up and he struggled to keep quiet. His hand moved to the back of my neck and he urged me forward.
"Take it in your mouth," he whispered.
I looked up at him and shook my head. "Only whores do that," I whispered, repeating the words Miss Ellie beat into me.
Hoss frowned. "Well, I don't know who told you that... but if you don't want to, I won't make you."
Oh, Lord, how I wanted to take back my words and do that with Hoss; more than anything in the world I wanted to feel the head of his warm prick in my mouth. More than I ever wanted to with that salesman. But after my dumb words, I didn't know how to take it back. If I did it now, he would definitely think me a whore. I didn't want him to think of me like that. More than anything, it mattered what Hoss thought of me.
I kept stroking him, slow and steady at first, then a little faster. His nuts lifted and pulled closer to his body. His prick swelled in my hand, growing even harder. Hoss bucked his hips up and his breathing hitched. His entire body shook as his legs straightened and his toes curled. "Oh fuck, it's gonna shoot."
The wide head of his cock flared and it burped out a thick wad of spunk all over my hand. I slowed my hand as the hot slime drooled down his shaft and over my hand.
"Keep going," Hoss hissed as he pushed his hips up. "Don't stop."
I renewed my hand movements and Hoss let out a groan as he thrust up into my hand. His helmet flared and I watched as the slit opened. A thick, white rope of spunk blasted out of his cock and splattered hot and wet across my face. I gasped and my groin contracted and I let out a whimper as I soiled myself. Hoss bucked and thrust up into my hand. He shot over and over, his powerful jets covering my shirt and my arm and my hand with his cream.
Hoss's chest heaved as he breathed hard, trying to pull in lungfuls of air. He finally looked down at me through half-closed eyelids and gave me a big happy grin. He reached up and swiped his hand across my face, wiping some of his seed from me. His thumb brushed across my lips and I felt him leave behind a blob of his slimy fluid.
I reached up and wiped my lip with the back of my hand. Before I could stop myself, my tongue ran along my bottom lip and licked away the rest. Mmm.
"That was mighty fine, Rusty. Thank you."
I slowly stood up, struggling against my weakened knees. I gave him a nervous smile and let out a deep breath. He laid back on the bed and linked his fingers behind his head and watched me. I followed his gaze to between my legs at the growing wet spot there. When I looked back up at Hoss, he seemed right pleased with himself.
I took the flannel I used to bathe him and wiped off my hands and my face. There wasn't much I could do about my trousers. I just had to hope that no one saw me when I made my way downstairs. I dried off my hands with his damp towel. When I glanced back his way, I saw that he was still watching me with heavy eyes. His prick was laying heavy and limp and wet across his thigh. As I looked at it, it twitched and jerked.
I had to get out of there before I got caught.
"G'night," I muttered to him as I grabbed my things and quickly left the room.
I hurried down the stairs and quietly sneaked into the kitchen. I grabbed a pitcher of the water that was still warming over the fire. I took it into my little room off the kitchen and poured the water into my wash bowl. I used a cloth to clean myself, my hands and my face. I pulled down my britches and wiped the cloth along my soft member, cleaning away the sticky spunk. I tugged at the red hairs down there with the cloth, trying to get them clean.
My cheeks felt warm as I remembered the feeling of shooting in my britches. Doing it while touching Hoss was much better than when I abused myself in bed in the middle of the night when no one would know.
When I crawled into bed, I fell asleep quickly. I don't quite remember what I dreamed, but all I know is that they were the nicest dreams I had in a real long time.
* * *
I set down the breakfast plates in front of Hoss and Mr. Barnes: fried eggs, grits, bacon and biscuits. Hoss gave me a quick wink when no one was looking and I gave him a little smile back. I returned to the kitchen and ate my meal real quick, then started the rest of my morning chores.
I was busy all day with various chores and Hoss was out running his errands, I suppose. I looked for him every chance I got. I realized he was likely avoiding me, not wanting to see me after what I had did to him. I reckon I couldn't blame him for that.
I didn't see him again until supper time, but I thought about him all day.
As I cleared away the supper dishes, Hoss spoke to Miss Ellie. "I think I might like another hot bath tonight, ma'am."
She nodded as he slipped a silver coin into her hand. She smiled and tucked it into her pocket. "Just let Rusty know and he'll bring the water up."
I was nervous when I knocked on Hoss's door. When he let me in, he was dressed in only a suit of dirty long-johns. After I poured the hot water into the wash tub, he stripped down and climbed into it with a satisfied groan. He dipped the flannel in the water and wrung it out and held it out to me. I was glad that he didn't offer to pay me to wash him. I wanted to do it for him out of my free will, not because he paid me. I took the cloth with a smile and knelt down and soaped it up and started scrubbing. He was still plenty clean from last night's bath, so it didn't take much scrubbing.
I glanced at the growing pile of dirty clothes on the floor. "I could do your laundry for you if you want."
"How much for that?"
"No charge. I'll just do it with mine."
"That's might nice of you, Rusty."
I shrugged, then realized he couldn't see me. "I don't mind," I added quietly.
"You're gonna spoil an old cowboy like me," he said quietly.
"You're not old," I said with a frown, ignoring the rest of his comment.
I moved around to the side and washed Hoss's furry chest and belly. He shifted his legs, spreading them apart in invitation. His staff bounced up, clearly needing tending to. This time I let my hand slide down into the water. I let go of the washcloth and let it float away. I wrapped my hand around his fat prick and began a slow stroking.
"Oh, yes," he moaned. "I could get used to bein' spoiled like this... mighty easy, I reckon..."
One of Hoss's big hands snaked behind my neck. He pulled me close as he moved his face towards mine. I closed my eyes as his lips pressed against mine. I let out a little moan and kissed him back. He opened his mouth and his tongue slid back and forth between my lips, wanting entry into my mouth. My whole body ached and I felt like I might just spill into my pants right then and there. I slowly parted my lips and his tongue slid in and slid against my own tongue. A shudder ran through my body as Hoss deepened our kiss and let his tongue explore every inch of my mouth. I had never been kissed before, certainly never like this, so I had nothing to compare it to, but it felt like heaven to me.
His hips bucked upwards and I realized I had stopped stroking him. I resumed my hand motions while we kissed.
Hoss finally parted from my mouth and I panted against him, trying to catch my breath.
"Hoss..." My voice came out in a trembled whisper.
"You got a mouth made for sin, boy."
Hoss braced his hands on the sides of the tub and stood up. I pushed up off my knees and picked up a towel from the sideboard and helped him dry off.
When he took my hand and led me over to his bed, I didn't resist. I was getting ready to kneel down when he surprised me by pulling the covers back and laying on the bed, close to the wall. I stood there, unsure of what to do.
"What you waitin' for?" he asked, patting the empty space next him. "Get in." I climbed onto the bed with him and he chuckled. "You got too much clothes on, boy."
His hand unbuttoned my britches and I pushed my suspenders off my shoulders, then raised my butt up as he slid the trousers down my legs. I lifted my legs up one at a time and pulled my boots off and let them fall to the floor. Hoss pulled my shirt over my head without unbuttoning it and dropped it on the floor. He pulled me to his body and started kissing me again.
His big hands were rough and calloused from years of hard work. My body was on fire as those hands slid and caressed all over me, touching every inch of my exposed skin. I reached up and put my hands on his chest. I flexed my fingers, raking them through the thick brown hair that covered his hard chest muscles.
Hoss rolled onto his back, pulling me with him. I slid off onto my side and glided my hand through the hair on his chest over his soft belly. I scratched my nails through the thick bush of fur at the base of his prick.
"Feels good," he whispered. "Keep touching me."
"Yep," I agreed. "It's nice."
His thick cock jerked, belching its slippery nectar onto the hairs on his stomach. I wrapped my fingers around the hot shaft and began a slow stroking motion. I watched his foreskin slide back and forth and the purple head glistened as it oozed and dripped more of that sweet liquid.
Hoss nuzzled his nose in my hair. I felt him kissing my head. It was tender and unexpected and so welcome. I felt safe and loved in his arms, snuggled against his heated body. I closed my eyes and let the warm feelings wash over me.
His voice was so quiet when he whispered, "I won't think you a whore."
I lifted my head and looked up at him. He reached over and cupped my cheek in his hand. I searched his eyes, and found that he looked so genuine. As he stroked my face with his thumb, he pressed his lips to mine. When he pulled back and laid flat on his back, I nodded and whispered, "All right."
I took liberty and pressed my lips to his in a quick kiss, then on his bearded chin. I slowly kissed my way down his neck and chest to his groin, liking the feeling of the tickle of his body hairs on my lips. I held his large prick firmly by the base, fully examining my prize. I gave the wide helmet a tentative lick.
Oh, Lord, it tasted good and I couldn't help but moan. I licked again and again until he was clean. I traced my tongue along the thick veins on the underside to catch the drippings, all the way down, then back up. I closed my lips around the head and began sliding my hand up and down, working him the way the salesman taught me. I kept the head in my mouth and swirled my tongue around it, while jacking him with my hand.
Hoss's hand moved to my head and intertwined his fingers in my hair. As he pushed down, he thrust his hips up, sending his thick length deeper into my mouth. His strong hands gently guided my head up and down.
"That's it, darlin'," he whispered. "Up and down... A little deeper... Suck a little harder... Ooh, just like that..."
I bobbed my head up and down while sucking as I finally understood what I was supposed to do, what he wanted me to do. My hand moved in rhythm with my mouth, like it was the most natural thing in the world. This was much better than it was with the salesman. The feelings were so intense. My own prick was flush against my belly, rock hard and throbbing. It was ready to explode with just a touch.
Hoss's breathing quickened and I could feel his body tensing and relaxing, his belly going taut and then softening. His body trembled as his legs straightened and his toes curled. I could tell it felt real good to him what I was doing and that made me feel ten feet tall. I had found something I was good at. I knew I was 'being the girl' right about now, but the control I had over Hoss made me feel like a man. It made me feel powerful. I had reduced this huge mountain of a man into a quivering teddy bear. I increased my movements, going a little faster and a little harder.
"Oh, darlin', you're gonna make me spill," he whispered. "Keep going, don't stop... I wanna spunk in your mouth..."
I hesitated for a split second and Hoss tightened his grip on my head, keeping me from pulling away. I quickly decided that I wanted Hoss to spill, and I wanted to make him do it. And the thought of him doing it in my mouth made me moan in delirium.
Hoss's prick swelled in my mouth and he let out a stifled groan and his belly contracted. He gasped, then held his breath and I felt a flood of warm liquid fill my mouth. Mmm, it tasted good and salty. Knowing that he wasn't finished, I kept working him and I was rewarded with a blast that jetted out with full force and smacked against the roof of my mouth.
"Swallow it," he hissed. "Don't stop. Keep going."
To keep myself from choking, I swallowed Hoss's thick spunk as my mouth filled again and again.
When he finished his climax, I let his softened and satisfied member fall from my mouth. It laid in that bushy nest of hair, thick and heavy against his thigh. I slid up next to Hoss and he put his arms around me. I laid my head on his big, hard arm as he pressed his hand on my chest and had me to lie flat on my back. His then reached down and took hold of my pecker. My mouth fell open in a gasp as another man touched me for the first time. My prick all but disappeared in his meaty paw and he slid it up and down once, then twice, and that was all it took. I bit my lip to keep from crying out as I shot all over my stomach. I buried my face in his neck as I tried to calm my breathing.
Hoss held me in his arms, his hand slowly stroking my softening prick, rubbing my skin back and forth across the slimy head. When my breathing finally slowed to normal, he wiped us down with the towel and tossed it onto the floor.
I nuzzled my face into Hoss's neck, rubbing my nose in his beard. "That felt so good," I whispered.
"You felt good. I ain't never had my cock sucked so good. You could give whores lessons, darlin'."
"Hoss," I said as my face burned red. As much as his words embarrassed me, I found I very much liked when he called me "darlin'." It made me feel special. And I really liked that he enjoyed what I done for him.
Hoss snickered, then quieted down. "This is nice. Having a warm body to hold. It gets lonely on the trail."
I twirled my fingers through the thick hair in the middle of his chest. "Yes, sir. It's real nice."
"You been with lots o' men?"
"No, sir. Um... There was just one."
"The smooth-talkin' salesman?"
"Yeah. Other men, they wanted to..."
"Mm," he grunted in distaste. "Don't wanna talk about them no more." Hoss rubbed his nose in my hair. "Your hair is so soft, darlin'. I always loved me a red-head." He then rubbed his nose across mine and planted a tiny kiss on the tip. "You got such cute little freckles. You are so damn pretty, if you don't mind me sayin' so."
I probably would have been offended if anyone else had called me pretty. But that it was Hoss brought a smile to my face and I put my arm around his husky body and hugged him tight. I laid there quietly with my cheek on his fur-covered chest as he lightly stroked my hair. When I felt my eyes start to droop, I moved to sit up and I covered my mouth and stifled a yawn.
"I should go. I don't wanna get caught. Miss Ellie will tan my hide."
"Stay a little longer," he said as he pulled me back down. "I wanna fall asleep with you next to me, in my arms. Indulge an old cowboy. Just a little longer, darlin'..."
How could I refuse such a request? I relaxed into Hoss's warm embrace. He kissed the top of my head one last time. I listened to his slow and steady breathing, feeling his chest rise and fall under my head. I wanted so badly to sleep next to his big, warm body, but I knew that would bring nothing but trouble.
When Hoss started to snore, I laid there for a few minutes longer, then slowly and quietly got up out of bed. I pulled the covers up so that it was covering him up to mid-chest. I laid my hand on his chest, pushing my fingers into the thick hair. I held it there for a moment feeling his heart thumping as his chest rose and fell. He must have been rightly tuckered out, the way he snored to wake the dead. I reluctantly pulled away and got dressed and gathered up all of his dirty clothes.
I gave him one last look before I opened the door. The big man looked so peaceful, so handsome. I so longed to lay with him through the night and into morning. I felt my chest constrict at the thought of him leaving. I thought it best not to get too attached to him, but my heart seemed to already ache from loss. I looked to the burning kerosene lamp on his side table. I walked over and put it out and I let out a quiet sigh and silently left the room.
I shut the door behind me and creeped down the stairs to the kitchen. The house was quiet and dark, everyone already in bed asleep. Though it was getting late, I used the remaining warm water and soap to wash Hoss's clothes, then I hung them on the line. I wanted them to be dry by the time he was ready to start his day.
* * *
I woke with a start when Miss Ellie banged on my door and pushed it open. "Get up, boy! You're late again."
I scrambled out of bed and got dressed. I was in the kitchen in no time and grabbed my basket, avoiding Miss Ellie's stink eye best I could.
"Honestly," she started, but I scurried out the back door before she could get in her sermon.
I went out to the coop and quickly gathered all the eggs. After I that, I milked Bossie. As soon as the first stream of milk hit the bucket, it reminded me that I hadn't had my morning piss yet. The whole time I was sitting on the stool, I was crossing my legs. I almost didn't make it to the outhouse in time. I rinsed off my hands at the pump, then hurried inside.
Once back inside, I set about starting breakfast.
I was cutting the biscuits when the door opened behind me. I put my head down to my work, not wanting to get Miss Ellie's mood worse than it was. A big warm body slid up behind me and I drew in a sharp breath. That wasn't Miss Ellie.
"I see those pretty little hands are good for things other than... mmm... bathing," Hoss said with a chuckle. His voice was quiet, deep and gravelly. It sent a shudder down my spine. I wiped my hands on my apron and turned around. He leaned forward, trapping me against the counter.
"Hello," I breathed.
He narrowed his eyes and said gruffly, "Someone stole all my under-britches last night."
A big grin appeared on his face and I smiled back at him. "They're hanging outside. They should be dry. I will bring them up to you after breakfast."
"Good. I don't think I can go 'round town like this," he said, then motioned downwards with his eyes.
I looked down and I could see the perfect outline of his member and sack hanging down the leg of his tight tan trousers. My face felt warm as my cheeks turned pink and my jaw dropped. My lord, he was big all over.
Hoss laughed. "Ain't you just the sweetest little thing, going all red like that?"
He leaned his head down to kiss me and I pushed up on my tip-toes. My forehead hit the brim of his hat and I jerked my head back. He grabbed my head and tilted it and held it still, then planted a deep kiss on my mouth. I was quivering when he finally pulled away.
He stepped back just as Miss Ellie pushed open the door and walked into the kitchen.
"You ain't got those biscuits to baking yet?" she said with a frown.
"I'm just fixing to."
Miss Ellie looked at Hoss with a suspect eye. "Something I can do for you, Mr. Wexler?"
"No, ma'am. Just checking on my laundry. And breakfast."
"All right then. Breakfast will be ready soon. Now git."
Miss Ellie shooed Hoss out of the kitchen. As he left, he gave me a discreet wink and a smile. I had a grin on my face a mile wide as I finished up breakfast.
I set a plate of biscuits and a bowl of strawberry preserves on the table for the men to start on. Hoss and Mr. Barnes helped themselves. I watched Hoss split one of the steaming hot, flaky biscuits and smear the preserves on each half.
"Mm," Hoss moaned. "These are some good preserves."
"My mama taught me how to make them."
Hoss looked up at me in surprise. A happy grin spread across his face as he finished chewing his biscuit.
"Delicious, Rusty. I might like another," he said as he grabbed another biscuit. This time he spread a very generous amount of preserves on it. The fact that he was enjoying my cooking so much made me feel warm and tingly inside.
I looked up as Miss Ellie walked into the dining room with another man. She introduced the tall and lanky cowboy as Mr. Griffith.
"Nice to meet you, sir," I said.
The dark-headed, droopy-mustached man looked down at me and dipped his chin, but didn't speak.
Miss Ellie motioned for Mr. Griffith to sit down at the table before she turned back to me. "Rusty, when you finish serving, bring Mr. Griffith's things up to Room Four. He'll be staying the weekend."
I went to the kitchen and fixed another plate of flapjacks, grits and sausage. I juggled all of the plates on my arms and served the three men and Miss Ellie. I dashed back into the kitchen and grabbed the coffee pot. I poured coffee for everyone, starting with Miss Ellie.
Once everyone had what they needed, I hurried to the front stairs and grabbed Mr. Griffith's satchel and brought it up to his room. I made sure everything in his room was in order and then went back downstairs to the kitchen. I quickly ate my grits with the leftover sausage crumbles on top, then did the breakfast dishes and cleaned the kitchen.
I went out back to the clothes line and pulled down Hoss's clothes. I folded them nice and neat and then brought them upstairs in a basket. I knocked on his door and he opened it and let me in.
"Here are your--"
Hoss grabbed the basket and tossed it on the bed. He pulled me in and kissed me. His tongue slid into my mouth and explored every inch until my knees turned to jelly.
"I best go," I said.
"Don't want you to go," he growled low in my ear.
He brought his hand to my face. His thumb slid across my bottom lip. "Damn, I want that mouth on my prick."
I balled my fists in his shirt to keep myself from sliding to the floor on my knees and putting my mouth right where he wanted it. "I want to, but I really have to go. Miss Ellie will be looking for me."
"I'll have another bath tonight," he said as he stroked his hand down the back of my head. He twirled his fingers through the red curls at the nape of my neck.
"Miss Ellie is gonna get suspicious. No cowboy takes as many baths as you."
Hoss laughed. "Maybe so. But I like to be clean 'fore I get dirty."
He squeezed my butt cheek and I laughed and swatted his hand away. Before he could make another grab, I ran for the door. I flashed him a quick smile as I left his room.
"There you are," Miss Ellie said with a frown as I stepped off the last stair. "Mr. Griffith has some needs. Take this list to the General Store. "
She held out the list and pointed at each item and sounded out the words all slow and loud. Like I was deaf as well as dumb. I wasn't the best at reading, but I could have figured these ones out. Well, except maybe that last one.
I frowned and took the list with a sigh. Miss Ellie smacked the back of my head. "You best wipe that smart look off your face, and don't be giving me no lip."
I ducked my head in apology. "Yes, ma'am."
She walked off with a loud sigh, shaking her head. "Lazy as well as dim. And hurry back!"
I went to the sideboard and fished around until I found a canvas bag. I looked up and saw Hoss standing on the stairway, just leaning against the wall, looking down. I instantly ducked my head, wanting to die. If he had heard Miss Ellie having to read to me... He must think I'm a big dummy.
I hurried out the door rubbing the back of my head, while blinking away the dust that seemed to have gathered in my eyes. I didn't want to stick around under Hoss's judging eyes, but I wasn't in any rush to go to the General Store neither.
I hated going to the store. The owner was an ugly, old letch of a man who was always pawing at me when no one was looking. Once when I was just barely fifteen, I tried to tell Miss Ellie that he touched me and squeezed my bottom, but she didn't believe me. Mr. Arsdale was a god-fearing, church-going man. He would never do anything so vile. I got my mouth washed out with soap for my lies and trouble.
The bells on the door jingled as I stepped inside the general store. I looked down at the list and no sooner had I stepped down the aisle, than Mr. Arsdale had slid up behind me. I tried to side-step him, but he only moved closer, bumping into my back.
"Well, howdy, pretty," he said in my ear, his bristled mustache scratching me. I liked the way Hoss's whiskers felt on my skin, but his whiskers just got under my skin. His breath was hot and smelled like coffee and egg yolk. It made me shudder and made my stomach roll.
I jerked my head away, trying to get away from that foul mouth of his. "Hello, Mr. Arsdale," I muttered through my teeth. "I'm in a hurry, see."
I scurried away from him, but he followed me through the store as I picked up the items on the list. I knew he was gawking at my bottom and it made me feel dirty. I had put on my good trousers and suspenders, wanting to look nice for Hoss. I knew now that was a mistake. The trousers were snug on my backside and I sure didn't intend to gave Mr. Arsdale a free show.
As I picked up the shaving soap, Mr. Arsdale closed the distance and slid his arms around me. He pulled me back to his pot belly. One hand grabbed at my privates while the other took my hand and pushed it onto his member. I felt the heat of his hard and stubby prick and I yanked my hand away and tried to squirm out of his arms. "Stop it! I'll tell if you don't quit."
"No one's gonna believe you, you little tease," he grunted in my ear. "Parading around like a whore. You think I don't see the way you look at the other men? I know you bend over for them every chance you get. Well, you done teased me long enough. It's time you settled your tab."
He started towards the back room, dragging me with him, but the door jingled and Mr. Arsdale quickly stepped away from me and tried to compose himself. I gasped in surprise as Hoss turned the corner. He looked between the two of us. He saw me trembling and his eyes narrowed and his face turned an angry shade of crimson.
"Rusty? You okay, boy?"
"Yes, sir, Mr. Wexler."
I tightened my arms around the bag I was carrying and hurried over to Hoss's side.
Hoss stepped in front of me, blocking my view of Mr. Arsdale and his view of me. Mr. Arsdale took one look at the expression on Hoss's face and squeaked and hurried back behind the counter.
Hoss stood and watched while I double-checked that I got everything on the list. I was embarrassed as I ran my finger across the words on the list, then touched the item, making sure it was right. When I looked back at Hoss, he was just watching me with a smile on his face.
I brought my bag up to the counter with Hoss as my escort. Mr. Arsdale put my items on Miss Ellie's tab and then put them back in the bag. Hoss leaned over the counter, his hand resting on the butt of his revolver. He tipped his hat back so that Mr. Arsdale could see his eyes.
Hoss lowered his voice to a growl. "You keep your beady eyes and your greasy hands to yourself. You touch my boy again and I'll see to it that it's the last thing you lay hands on."
The menace in Hoss's normally gentle voice surprised me, and it apparently scared the bejesus out of Mr. Arsdale. His eyes were as wide as saucers. He nodded his head frantically and then ran into the back room.
I looked up at Hoss and two words played over and over in my head: 'my boy'. He said that I was 'his boy'. He said that I was 'his'. No one since my mama had stood up for me like that.
"Thank you," I said quietly to Hoss. He picked up my bag, put his hand on the small of my back and walked me out of the store.
I walked next to him in silence as we headed back to Miss Ellie's. Once we got to the porch, he handed me the bag and said quietly, "Think you can stay outta trouble, little man?"
"Good. I'll see you later then."
His hand slid down my back as I went through the door and I looked back at him and smiled.
Later that afternoon I was feeding the chickens when I heard his deep voice behind me. "Howdy."
I turned and gave him a happy grin. "Howdy, cowboy."
His finger flicked the brim of his hat so that I could see his sparkling eyes. He leaned up against a wooden post and watched me while chewing on a piece of straw.
"You know your way 'round chickens, too, huh? As well as the kitchen?"
"Yes, sir. Our eggs and milk are always fresh. I can milk a cow, too."
The corner of Hoss's mouth turned up. "Ah. I don't much doubt that, the way those fingers milked me the other night..."
"Hoss!" My face turned bright red with blush and I turned my back to him and returned to spreading my feed.
Hoss chuckled a throaty laugh. "So easy to get a reaction outta ya. Mighty cute, you are."
I glanced back at him and smiled happily as I continue to spread my feed. Though no grown man wanted to be 'cute', I very much liked that he thought I was.
The laughter in Hoss's voice died when he asked, "That man at the general store been troubling you?"
"Yeah. Few years, I guess. He only does it when no one else is 'round. He knows folks think I'm dimwitted and won't believe me."
Hoss let out a growl. "He outta be strung up by the nuts. And you ain't dimwitted."
"Well, I think you might have scared him off me for good. Least, I hope so."
"And you ain't dumb. I don't wanna hear that from you again. You hear me?"
I filled a pail of water and topped off the chickens' water trough. I turned back to Hoss, still leaning on the post watching me, his eyes glued to my backside. His tongue swiped across his lips and he looked up into my eyes. "That ass you got is damn fine, darlin'. Damn fine..."
I couldn't help the nervous giggle that escaped.
A door slamming against the house had me jumping out of my skin. Miss Ellie stomped out of the back door and put her hands on her hips. "What in heaven's name are you still doing out here, boy? Get a move on. We got dinner to start." She turned to Hoss and gave him a disapproving frown. "And you. You git now. Stop harassing my worker."
I scurried inside after Miss Ellie, giving Hoss a last look over my shoulder. He nodded his head and tipped his hat at me and I grinned back at him.
Miss Ellie held the door open for me, then came in behind me, grumbling at me. "I swear you get lazier every day. Just like a man. I don't know why I bother with you..."
* * *
After dinner was cleaned up, I went out back to catch some air. It was quiet, except for the sounds of crickets and the occasional chicken clucking. I looked up at the night sky and wondered what it would be like to sleep under the stars like Hoss did while traveling.
I went into the outhouse and relieved myself. I shook off and buttoned up my britches, then pushed at the door with my shoulder. When I opened the door, a dark shadow moved in front of me and I about jumped out of my skin.
"Didn't mean to scare ya."
Hoss's voice was deep and husky, sending a shiver down my spine. I moved around him to give him access to the outhouse.
He turned his head to the side and spit into the grass. He started to unbutton his trousers. "Wait for me, darlin'?"
I nodded and he went inside and did his business. I could hear his stream pouring loudly into the hole and I stepped away to give him more privacy.
I waited until he slid up next to me. He looked up at the sky with me.
"Beautiful, ain't it?" he asked.
"Yeah. I like looking up at the stars after a long day. It's so peaceful."
He nodded. "Yes. Ain't nothing like it. See those up there?" He pointed in the sky. "That's the big dipper. And that there is the little dipper."
"You know lots of stars?"
"Sure do. See those there? That 'W' shape? That's Cassiopeia."
"Wow. You're so smart."
"Nah. Just paid attention to my uncle when he taught me."
We stood there quietly for what seemed like the longest time. We were very close and our hands and arms would occasionally bump. Just having him near, it made my prick ache inside my trousers.
His fingers ghosted over mine, sending a jolt through me. "Walk with me?" he asked.
We walked back along the fence towards the barn. Once we got behind the barn out of sight of the house, Hoss grabbed me. He leaned with his back against the barn and pulled me to his big, warm body. He cupped my face in his hands and rubbed his thumb along my bottom lip. The pad of his thumb was dry, rough and calloused, but his touch was gentle. He pushed his head down and kissed me.
When I started to feel lightheaded, I broke our kiss so that I could take in a deep breath. My heart raced as I looked into his eyes. I began to feel overwhelmed with emotions, so I ducked my head. I planted a kiss in the open neck of his shirt, letting the ample pelt of hair tickle my sensitive and kiss-swollen lips.
I slid my fingers between our bodies and grabbed Hoss between the legs, making him grunt. He was so big and hard. Hard for me. I tugged at the buttons of his trousers and Hoss's hand gave me a little push on my shoulders. I dropped down to my knees and looked up at him. The moon lit up his rugged, bearded face as he looked down at me.
Hoss gripped my head, raking his fingers into my hair. "Oh, darlin'... Yes... Suck me..."
I slid my tongue along the underside of his large endowment and he hissed as he breathed in. I grabbed him by the base and pulled it down. I closed my lips around the head and laved my tongue all over the sensitive helmet. Hoss's hands tightened their grip. I held myself steady on his thighs. I gently increased pressure on his legs, pulling them forward, willing him to move and thrust.
My actions caused a groan deep in Hoss's chest. He pushed and pulled my head, sliding my mouth up and down his cock. I looked up at him and stared into his eyes while he used my mouth as if it were a woman's private place. He never let his eyes stray from mine.
"Don't stop. Swallow my spunk, darlin'," he said through gritted teeth.
His rhythm faltered and his knees buckled. His eyes fluttered closed and he let loose in my mouth. Gushers of his salty cream filled me and I swallowed over and over to keep it from overflowing.
"God damn," Hoss muttered as he braced himself against the barn. I swirled my tongue along the underside of his prick. I gave it a firm squeeze, sliding my hand up the length. A pearly drop oozed out of the tip and I flicked my tongue across it and swallowed it down.
Hoss let out a deep breath, then tucked himself back into his pants and he helped me up to my feet. He kissed me deeply, sliding his tongue deep into my mouth. I know he must have tasted himself on me and the thought made me almost spill right then and there. I wanted him to touch me again. I couldn't be satisfied with my own hand now that I knew what his felt like.
"Hoss, please," I whispered as I pressed my hard pecker into his leg. "I... need..."
Hoss's hands swiftly unbuttoned my britches as he kissed my neck. "I got you, darlin'."
He dropped down to his knees in front of me. My body quivered in anticipation of the pleasure I knew he was going to bring me. After a sharp tug at my pants, I hissed as the cool night air washed over my drooling pecker. His meaty fist engulfed my stiffness and he slicked back my skin and rubbed the head all over his beard.
"Hoss," I moaned as I gripped his shoulders to hold myself steady. "Please."
He slid his warm wet tongue up and down my shaft and the pleasure was just too much. My whole body convulsed as my groin contracted. My knees buckled and before I could warn him, I shot my spunk. Hoss lapped it up as it spurted all over his beard and lips.
I started to sway, struggling to not just fall down to the ground in a satisfied heap.
Hoss held me steady as he raised himself up. His chin was covered in my spunk and it was the most scandalous thing I ever seen. He lowered his mouth to mine to kiss me, but I went for his chin and licked and sucked every drop of my spunk from his beard.
"God damn, darlin'," he groaned as I cleaned him. "You sure do like come, don't you?"
"Yours is 'specially tasty," I admitted in a whisper.
"You keep talkin' like that and I can't be held accountable for my actions," he said with a snicker.
We shared one last sloppy kiss and I finally had to leave him. "I better go," I whispered against his lips. "I have some chores to finish up."
Hoss curled his fingers in the hair on the nape of my neck. He looked at me as if he wanted to speak, but he closed his mouth and ducked his head.
"I do have to go," I whispered. "But can I see you later?"
He nodded and leaned back against the barn. He tapped the brim of his hat down lower on his brow, shielding his eyes from me. Before I turned out of sight, I adjusted my clothes and swiped my hand across my mouth. I looked back at him one last time and he nodded once more and I hurried into the house.
* * *
Later that night, I snuck out the front door and hurried down the street. Hoss had whispered for me to meet him by the saloon after Miss Ellie had went to bed. Even knowing I was taking a pretty big risk, I didn't hesitate to promise him that I would be there. In just a short time, I had become addicted to the big cowboy. He only need ask, and I would do it. I reckon that made me a dimwit like everyone said. He would be leaving shortly and I would be stuck here by my lonesome.
Before I left, I put on my cleanest white shirt, my suspenders and the pants that Hoss liked on me. I even dusted off my boots. I took one last look in the mirror before I left. I licked my fingers and tried to tame an unruly cowlick, but it wasn't much use.
The saloon was on the other side of the street, down at the other end of town. I walked as fast as I could to my destination, trying to avoid being seen by the men and women walking the street. I managed to jump out of the way of a pair of scuffling men as they fell out of the saloon, punching and hitting at each other.
I saw a big shadow leaning up against the side of the saloon. The orange glow of a cigar's end lit up his bearded lips and I knew that it was him. When he saw me, he stepped out into the lamplight. He tipped back the cowboy hat on his head so that I could see his face.
He chomped on the stubby cigar and let out a puff of smoke as the corner of his mouth turned up into a smirk. He was so manly and so handsome in the flickering light of the kerosene street lamps it nearly took my breath away.
He nodded with his head and I followed him down the street. He stopped at the livery stable, and pulled me down between the buildings. The light from the street lamps was very dim and I could barely see in front of me. I clung to Hoss's back, not wanting to trip or fall until my eyes could adjust to the low light.
Once we were out of sight of the street, he dropped the cigar and crushed it under his boot. He took me in his arms and yanked me close. I liked the way he manhandled me. He smelled like an intoxicating mixture of whiskey, cigars and dust and it sent a thrill through my body.
As he bent down and kissed me, his tongue shoved roughly into my mouth. I could taste the whiskey and smoke on his breath. His drink must have made him bold, for him to take me right here out on the street. The thought of it sent a thrill straight through me and I knew I would do just about anything he asked of me.
My hands moved up his back, one holding myself tight against him, the other climbing up into his hair, keeping his mouth on me. He slid his mouth to my neck and I laid my head back against the livery wall, allowing him complete access to kiss and suck as he wanted. His coarse beard whiskers rubbed and burned against my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
Hoss pulled back slightly and pushed my suspenders over my shoulders, letting them fall slack against my thighs. His big hands quickly unbuttoned my trousers and set my prick free. I reached down and unbuttoned him. Once I had his big prick out in the open, he pushed back against me. He kissed me deep, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth as he roughly ground his big member against me. My own prick jumped and throbbed with each push of his body.
He pushed aside the collar of my shirt and clamped his bearded lips on my collar bone. He sucked hard, pulling with his mouth, nipping with his teeth. He was leaving his mark on me. While he did this, his hands traveled down to my ass. He cupped my cheeks in his big bear paw hands, squeezing and caressing.
"Want you, Rusty," he whispered. His voice was throaty and raw.
"Yes, Hoss. Want you, too," I whispered back.
Hoss squatted down and pushed his prick between my legs. The flared head slid under my balls and he began rubbing and pushing his cock against the crack of my ass. He held me tight, pinned against the livery wall. I had never felt anything like this in my life. The only thing I could think of was having him inside my ass. I had heard cowboys talking about butt fucking before. Until now, I thought I would never ever want to do that. Now the thought thrilled me, yet scared me at the same time. My hole clenched, overriding any protests I might have.
He suddenly pulled back and turned me around. "Brace yourself against the wall," he husked into my ear.
I put my hands on the wall and Hoss moved close behind me. He looked down over my shoulder, down my body. He pushed out his tongue and swiped his fingers down it. I watched as his hand moved between my legs, where he spread the saliva under my balls and between my thighs.
"Hold your legs tight together, darlin'."
Hoss slid his hot prick between my legs as I pushed my thighs together, trapping him between my legs. He stood behind me, feet shoulder width apart. With his left hand on my hip and the other against the wall next to my head, he started to move. I dipped my head down and in the dim light, I could see the head of his prick pushing back and forth under my balls. My own prick bobbed up and down as Hoss rutted against me. I squeezed my thighs tighter, causing Hoss to grunt and groan his approval. He was breathing hard against my ear, his breath hot and thick with whiskey. My own breathing was coming faster and faster.
Hoss's hand left my hip and wrapped around my prick. He tugged and pulled, sending me into a free-fall. I gripped his hand on the wall tight with my own and I threw my head back against him. He licked and sucked at the base of my neck while his body slapped against my ass. He knew exactly how to play my body to give the both of us pleasure. I was a goner.
"Hoss," I grunted through my teeth.
I pressed my lips together to stop the whimpers. I looked down to see my prick jerk in his hand and my spunk shot out and covered his hand.
I clenched my thighs together as he held me tight while he pounded against me. He grunted into my ear, muttering a non-stop stream of obscenities. He let out a deep groan, and I felt him throb and expand and his hot jism soaked my thighs as he spurted all over me.
He rested against me for a moment until he got his senses under control. He stepped back and pulled a handkerchief out of his trouser pocket. He wiped his hand off, then wiped his prick. He cleaned between my legs and around the base of my prick before stuffing the hanky back into his pants. Once we had our pants pulled up and made ourselves presentable, we stepped back onto the street. I nervously glanced around, but the street was crowded enough that no one was paying us any attention.
We walked quietly back to Miss Ellie's. I felt him looking down at me and I looked up at him. He was staring at me with lusty eyes and I gave him a quick smile and looked back down at my feet.
"You look like sin, darlin'," he said quietly. "With your cheeks all flushed, your lips all swole, and your hair all mussed... Mmm..."
I laughed nervously and kept walking. I reached up and tried to smooth down my hair.
Once we made it to the front porch, he stepped behind me and leaned down into my ear, "Very soon, darlin'... Very soon I'm gonna have this ass."
His hand brushed against my bottom in a light caress, making my breathing hitch.
As I hurried back inside to retire for the night, I knew that very soon I would give it to him.
* * *
I somehow managed to get myself out of bed on time that next morning. I got dressed and hurried out to the outhouse. My prick was stiff against my belly. I needed to piss something fierce, but I had dreamed about butt fucking with Hoss all night. I wrapped my hand around the shaft and started to pull. I remembered all of the things we did, then thought about being on my hands and knees. He mounted me like a bull and I cried out and shot my spunk all over the outhouse wall. My body was trembling as I scurried to clean up the evidence. After I finally relieved myself, I stepped out of the outhouse and ran into Mr. Griffith.
He nodded at me and looked me up and down, then went inside the outhouse. My face was burning as I hurried to start my chores. I decided to pretend that Mr. Griffith couldn't have possibly known what I was doing in there.
Once I finished up my morning and afternoon chores I went to find Miss Ellie. She was sitting in the parlor with Mr. Griffith. Hearing their hushed conversation, I waited beyond the door, not wanting to intrude.
"Is Rusty your boy?"
"Oh, heavens, no. His mama used to work for me. After she passed from the fever, Lord rest her soul, I kept him on. You can't help but feel sorry for the boy. He's a little slow in the head, but he manages."
"Seems to work hard, for woman's work that is."
"Hmph. He don't remember things too well. You gotta keep on him about everything, keep him from getting too lazy."
"That's too bad."
I leaned against the wall and sighed.
All my life people have told me I was a runt, that I was slow and dimwitted. Though, some people used the term 'special'. I wasn't any of those things. I wanted to be a cowboy like all the other men. They just never gave me a chance. I pushed my hands in my pockets and headed out the back door.
I leaned against the house and closed my eyes. Not for the first time in my life, I wondered what was out there, beyond my existence at the boarding house. If I could just be more like Hoss. I'd hit the trail and travel the frontier. I'd sleep under the stars. Maybe even have a big strapping cowboy to keep me warm at night. Someone like Hoss.
For the first time in my life I wanted more, and I knew I would have to leave to get it.
I let out a deep breath and hurried inside to see what Miss Ellie needed.
* * *
I gripped the handles of the buckets of hot water tight and started up the stairs. It had been a long day and Miss Ellie had kept me busier than normal. The disapproving side glances she threw my way made me wonder if she suspected something. If she did, she didn't say a thing.
I looked down at Miss Ellie standing at the bottom of the stairway. She already had her nightgown on with her housecoat covering it, clutching it closed at her neck. Her gray hair was down and braided, hanging over her shoulder.
"After you fill Mr. Wexler's bath, fill Mr. Griffith's next."
"Then off to bed. I don't want to catch you late again in the morning."
As I approached Hoss's door, he opened it for me and let me in. He was dressed only in his union suit, which was now nice and clean.
I poured the last of the water into the wash tub and he moved up behind me and wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck. I closed my eyes and sighed as his rough beard whiskers rubbed against my sensitive skin.
"I have to go," I whispered. "Mr. Griffiths wants a bath, too."
Hoss's body stiffened. "All right then," he said shortly.
He let go of me and pulled away. I looked back at him and he had folded his arms across his chest and was looking down at the tub. He looked like he was angry. His cheeks were flushed a bright red and his brow was all scrunched up.
I hung my head down, wondering what I did to upset him. "I better go."
I got to the door, but before I could open it, Hoss was there. He pulled me back to his chest and surrounded me with his arms and held me tight against his body.
His voice was quiet when he finally said, "You won't... bathe him?"
I shook my head. "No."
"He looks at you and I don't like it. Don't want you touching another man, and don't want anyone else touching you. Can't stand the thought, darlin'."
His words were shocking to me, but I was thrilled beyond. "I won't, cowboy. I promise."
"Good," he said as I felt him relaxing. "Can you come back later?"
"Promise?" he asked as he rubbed his bearded lips along my jugular.
"Yes," I breathed out, pressing my neck against his mouth.
He kissed the back of my neck and his hands slipped from me. I hurried out without looking back, but I couldn't help the little smile on my face. Hoss was jealous.
I made three trips to fill Mr. Griffith's bath. As I brought in the last hot bucket, he started to strip down. I turned my back to him when he slid his red union suit down and his dangly member flopped into view. I normally would have peeked if he was willing to show it off, but somehow it felt wrong. Like I was betraying Hoss. Like I was running around behind his back. If I was Hoss's and he was mine, I wouldn't never do that to him.
Mr. Griffith stood there in all his glory as if he was waiting for me to look. I will not look. I cleared my throat. "Will that be all, Mr. Griffith?"
"Yuh-huh. Oh. Here."
I turned back towards him. One hand cupped his prick suggestively as he held out a coin for me. I took it and pocketed it. "Thank you," I said with a nod as I looked at him in the face.
His voice was husky when he said, "There's more if you can tend to this."
I could tell from my side vision that he was tugging at his rising pecker and I shook my head. "I can't do that, sir. I'm sorry."
I hurried for the door, not looking back. I brought the empty buckets back down to the kitchen, then slumped down in one of the little table chairs. I sat for a moment wondering how long I should wait before I should go back up to see Hoss. I wondered if I should tell him of Mr. Griffith's 'offer'. Best to leave that one be. I reckon it would only make him angry at Mr. Griffith.
I sat for as long as I could, then quietly made my way upstairs and softly knocked on Hoss's door. He opened the door and let me in. I was surprised to see that he was naked. He quickly shut the door and took me into his arms. He hugged me tight and lifted me up off my feet. I laughed softly as he walked us to the side of his bed. He tossed me onto the mattress and jumped on top of me.
"I missed you, darlin'," he drawled.
His confession surprised me, but in a very pleasant way. "I missed you, too, cowboy," I told him truthfully.
I grinned like the cat that caught the canary. Hoss pulled my clothes off and tossed them onto the floor. Hoss laid down on me, straddled my leg and held me tight. I rubbed my hands up and down his smooth back to the furry patch above his butt. I toyed my fingers over that patch of fur, scratching and tickling at it with my fingers.
Hoss kissed me slowly and deeply. He ground his hips back and forth, rubbing his big cock against my body. He licked back and forth across my neck. He licked and kissed my collar bone, then down to my nipple. He sucked hard on it and I arched up into him. His hairy chest and belly rubbed against my smooth skin with every movement and sent a shudder through my body.
I about leapt off the bed when he pushed his hands between our bodies and grabbed my prick.
"You got a cute little pecker, darlin'."
"I'm glad you like it. I like yours, too. Yours ain't so little, though."
Hoss laughed into my neck. "I got a big ol' pecker. You like big cocks?"
"I like yours."
His groan told me that he liked my answer. His other hand slid between my legs and he rubbed his finger along my crack. When the rough pad of his middle finger slid across my hole, I shuddered and let out a soft moan. My legs spread further, allowing him to rub up and down. He continued to stroke my dick nice and slow as he rubbed my pucker.
"Hoss," I whispered. "Please," I begged, unsure of what I was begging for. All I know is that I didn't want him to stop what he was doing.
Hoss reached over to his night table. He opened a small jar of oil and dipped his fingers into it. When he returned his finger to my crack, it was wet and slippery. He slid across and then circled around my butt hole. I gasped and clawed at his back, trying to pull him closer. I wanted him to touch me there. I wanted him inside me like I was his whore. My face burned bright red with shame and I buried it into his shoulder and let out a soft whimper.
Hoss kissed my neck, up to my ear. "I'd be so gentle with you, darlin'. I would never hurt you. I don't ever want you to be afraid of me. What we do together ain't hurtin' nobody and it ain't nobody's business but our own. Don't ever be 'shamed to lay under me."
I pulled back and looked up into his hazel eyes. I could see that he was being honest with me. And he was right. What we did in private was nobody's business. I took a deep breath and whispered to him, "Make a man out of me, Hoss." I suppose it might be more accurate to say that he was going make a woman out of me. Either way, I wanted his prick inside me.
He kissed me, pushing his tongue in and out of my mouth. His finger circled around my rim, then slid inside me. I thought it might hurt, but it didn't. It actually felt kinda good. Of course, his finger was a far cry from what he had between his legs. I softly moaned into his mouth and I gripped the hair on the back of his head, holding him close, letting him know that I liked what he was doing.
His hand continued to rub and stroke my shaft while his finger slid in and out of my hole. I broke the kiss and moaned, looking up at him desperately. He pulled his hands away from me and I whimpered and thrust my hips up, wanting his hands on me again. "Please," I whispered against his lips.
"Not yet, darlin'," he said.
He dipped his fingers into the oil again. I felt stretched and full as two of his thick fingers slid into me. As he moved his hand, he turned and twisted. He spread his fingers, stretching me.
Another dip into the oil and Hoss spread it around his shaft. He got on his knees between my legs. He lifted my right leg up and hooked it over his shoulder.
"It's gonna hurt for just a minute your first time, but I promise you it'll feel real good after. I promise I'll make it good for you. Breathe and relax."
I reached up and rubbed my hands on his hairy body. I looked up into his eyes and I relaxed into the bed. I felt surprisingly calm for what was about to happen. I looked down between my legs as Hoss held his staff and pushed it forward. The hot, wet head bumped against me. A momentary pause and then a push forward. The large head breached my tight ring. I drew in a sharp breath and grabbed the sheets as a searing pain burned through me. My gut clenched and I looked up at Hoss, pleading. "It's too big!" I hissed between clenched teeth.
I drew in a breath and let it out slowly. It didn't help. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to push him out. Hoss groaned as my body pulled him in further. I kept breathing like he said and the sharp pain slowly turned into a dull throb.
"There you go," he whispered. "Relax, boy. Just relax... Open up for me..."
He held still for a minute and then leaned in and kissed me and pushed further into me. I moaned and whimpered and gripped his shoulders tightly. He slowly thrust in and out deeper and deeper until he was buried to the hilt.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him tight, trying to get through the pain. Hoss planted small kisses on my face and neck, whispering, "You're doing so good, darlin'. Oh lord, you're tight..."
I kept breathing like he said and we just stayed like that for the longest time. I relaxed into the bed, just holding onto him around his neck. He pulled out nearly all the way and then thrust hard into me. I quietly cried out as his dick head rubbed against something inside me. Waves of pleasure arced through my body and I gasped and stared up at him in wonder. He grinned and let go of my leg. He pulled them up at the knees and I locked my legs around his waist and he began fucking me nice and slow at first, then harder and faster. We kissed and necked as he pounded my hole. My dick was rock hard and throbbing against his hairy belly. He kept hitting that magic spot inside me, sending bursts of ecstasy throughout my entire body. I could feel the pressure building up in my groin as I pushed back against him.
"It feels good," I whimpered. "Hoss, it feels good."
"Yeah, you got a nice, hot, tight ass, boy. I'm gonna fuck the shit outta ya."
"Nng," I grunted, having to bite my lip to keep from moaning out loud. I dug my fingers into his shoulders and arched my back up, pushing the back of my head into the pillow. "Please."
Hoss pumped harder into me. "Take my cock," he hissed.
He was moving hard and fast now. My drooling pecker was trapped between my flat belly and his hairy belly. The pressure was just too great and I thrust up as I finally released. "Oh, Hoss, I'm coming, I'm coming..."
My dick let loose and spurted between our bodies. It sprayed up onto his chest and cascaded down over my body.
The contractions of my ass were too much and pushed him over the edge. He shook his head back and forth and gritted his teeth. "Oh lord, your ass is milking me. Oh fuck, here it comes, darlin'. Fuck yeah, I'm coming."
The bed thumped against the wall with each thrust. Hoss shoved hard into me and his body froze as he let out a deep groan. His entire body jerked and shuddered and I felt his thick staff throbbing and pulsing, warming me from the inside.
Oh my Lord, he's spilling inside me.
Hoss finally collapsed on top of me, knocking the wind out of me. He struggled to push up onto his elbows to look down at me. "You alright, darlin'?" he panted.
I could only nod, unable to speak.
He pushed my hair back off my forehead and stared into my eyes. Something intense passed between us. I couldn't describe the emotion, but I had never felt it with anyone ever. I felt warm and safe and protected in a way I hadn't felt since I was younger and being held in my mama's arms. I knew that feeling was love. Could it be that I loved Hoss?
I reached up and placed my hand on his bearded cheek and lightly stroked the coarse whiskers with my thumb. He leaned down and kissed me so tenderly. He deepened the kiss and started moving his hips again. His pecker, still deep inside me, stiffened to full size once again.
"Need you again, darlin'. You're just too damned good."
With a groan he slid out of me and turned onto his back. He grabbed my arm and pulled me up and over so that I was straddling his lap, my knees on either side of his body. I felt his hot juices drip down the inside of my leg as Hoss settled me in place.
"Hoss," I whispered as my own prick started to plump back up.
"Sit down on it. Ride me."
I reached between my legs and gripped his cock and pulled it upright. I moved into position and sat back onto it. The head popped into me and I gasped as a jolt of pain mixed with pleasure coursed through my body. His hands moved to my waist and gripped me tight.
I groaned and lifted up and then pushed myself back down. I moaned and my body shuddered. My prick lurched and a string of sticky juice leaked out and formed a little pool in the hairs on Hoss's belly.
"Yeah, darlin'," he grunted. "Go for it."
I let out a whimper as Hoss used his hands on my hips to pull me up and then pull me back down as he thrust his hips up. I braced myself on his body with my hands and used the muscles in my legs to move on him. I rode my big cowboy hard and fast, up and down. His prick stabbed at that pleasure spot inside me with each thrust, driving me insane with lust.
"Oh lord," I moaned. "Oh yes..."
"Ride me, baby. Ride me like a bull. You little stud pony. Fuck yourself on my big prick."
His dirty words only made me more excited. My pecker was so close to shooting. It just needed a little attention, but I couldn't grab it and keep up my movements at the same time. "Hoss. Please... Touch me, Hoss... Make me shoot."
Hoss spit into his hand and grabbed my dick and started jerking it in time with my rhythm. We were grunting and groaning, struggling to stay quiet as we pleasured each other. I bucked my hips up into his hand, then slammed back down onto his shaft. I did this over and over until I couldn't take it anymore.
"It's shooting, Hoss!" I cried though gritted teeth.
My prick swelled in his hand and jets of white hot spunk sprayed all over Hoss's stomach. Hoss grabbed my hips and frantically thrust up into me.
"Fuck!" he grunted. "I'm coming inside you, darlin'!"
I felt his cock throbbing inside me. As he unleashed a second torrent of his cowboy come into my convulsing ass, my head rolled back and my body trembled.
I let out a deep breath and I looked down at Hoss. His eyes were closed and he had a smug, satisfied grin on his face.
He had pools of white liquid all over his belly. I watched as it collected underneath the hair, starting to thin out. I don't think I had ever shot so much spunk in my entire life.
Hoss's body convulsed one more time and he finally softened and slipped out of me. I felt a rush of his seed drip out of me. I clamped my hole shut to keep as much of him inside me as I could. When I felt I could no longer hold myself up, I slumped onto the blanket and laid down next to him.
He grabbed me and pulled me to his body. I laid my head on the carpet of hairs of his sweat-damp chest and clung tightly to him. Those rough fingers of his gently ran up and down my back. I know lots of folks thought that what we done was wrong, but everything about it felt so right.
Hoss planted a kiss on top of my head, then whispered, "I'll be leaving in the morning."
I felt a tightening in my chest and I burrowed deeper against his body. The loss I felt was near as bad as when my mama died. My body shook and I squeezed my eyes shut.
"I want you to come with me to my ranch."
I opened my stinging eyes and lifted my head and looked up at him in shock. "You do?"
"If things were different, if we weren't two men, I'd be taking you to a judge and marrying you, darlin'. But all I can offer you is a job on my ranch."
I stared at him and blinked, unable to fully process what he was telling me. "A job?"
Hoss kissed my forehead. "Cooking... Taking care of the home... Taking care of the hands. Taking care of me."
I stiffened in his arms and shook my head. "I don't want to take care of the hands the way I take care of you."
"No, darlin', I didn't mean that. I wouldn't never let no other man touch you. You'd be sharing my bed, and my bed alone."
I didn't answer him right away. I laid there thinking of what life would be like on a frontier ranch. With Hoss. The only life I ever knew was here at the boarding house.
Hoss kissed my forehead. "Why don't you sleep on it, hmm?"
I nodded and laid my head back on his chest. Hoss reached over me and snuffed out the lantern. He settled into the bed and within seconds, he was snoring.
I didn't need to sleep on it. This was my chance. This was what I had been waiting for. I closed my eyes and fell asleep with a happy smile on my face.
* * *
I woke with a start. I could see the sun was about to come up. I was late again!
I focused my eyes on the room. This wasn't my room. I was in Hoss's room, but Hoss was nowhere to be seen. I felt the space where he laid and found it was still a little warm. I slid over and buried my face in the pillow, inhaling his wonderful manly scent. I thought about how wonderful it would be to sleep in Hoss's arms every night, and to wake up every morning in Hoss's bed.
I scrambled out of the bed, noticing that his things were gone.
Oh no! I had to find him before he left!
I quickly got dressed and bolted down the stairs, trying to ignore the glorious pain in my backside. I looked in the parlor, the dining room and then the kitchen. I ran out the back door and looked out towards the outhouse. I raced to it and knocked on the door.
No one answered, so I opened the door. It was empty, so I stepped inside and took care of my business, then I ran back inside. I went to the front porch and looked out, looking up and down the deserted street.
He had already left.
I felt a stab in my chest and I went back inside. I slumped down onto the bottom step of the staircase. I choked back a sob and wiped my eyes with my hands.
I jumped with a start when Miss Ellie walked into the room. She put her hands on hips and glared down at me. "Rusty? What in heaven's name has got into you? Get in the kitchen."
I grabbed the banister and got up to my feet. Miss Ellie pushed at my back, pushing me towards the kitchen.
"Honestly," she said with a disgusted sigh. "I don't know how I put up with you men. Thank the lord that awful Mr. Wexler is leaving this morning. The racket that came out of his room last night. Why I could hear it through the ceiling! Woke me up from a dead sleep. I told that man 'no whores' in my house. Why, it's just disgusting, is what it is!"
"He's not awful. He's wonderful," I whispered. I wasn't sure why I said that out loud. I certainly didn't mean for her to hear me.
I glanced back at Miss Ellie, who was looking at me in shock. She gasped and grabbed at my shirt and pulled the collar down and looked at me like I was the devil. "You! You been whorin' in my house again?"
I covered my neck with my hand. Her face turned red as she stomped into my bedroom. "Get in here, boy."
I reluctantly followed her into my room, knowing what was coming.
"You ain't even slept in this bed last night," she said as she looked at me like I was disgusting. She pulled the leather strap off the hook on the back of the door. "I done told you about whorin' with men in my house. After we're done here, we're going to see the reverend. If I can't beat the devil outta ya, he sure can."
"Please," I whispered as I shook my head. I pressed up against the wall and backed away from her.
The sound of boot heels on wood had me turning towards the door. Hoss's big body was standing in the doorframe. He flicked his finger under the brim of his black cowboy hat and looked me in the eyes. He had a very calm expression on his face. "Rusty. I got the horses saddled and ready. It's time to go. Get your things and be quick about it."
I blinked back the tears as my heart soared. He hadn't left me behind. "Yes, sir."
I grabbed a sack and scrambled to pack my clothes into it.
Miss Ellie blocked my path. "Where do you think you're going?"
"I'm going with Hoss-- Mr. Wexler. He offered me a job on his ranch."
She shuddered and looked at me with disgust. "I don't even want to imagine the things he'll be paying you for."
"I'm not a whore," I said as I held my chin up. "I'm going to be cooking and running his home and taking care of his hands."
She clutched her chest. "Taking care of his hands? Your mama is rolling in her grave."
I shook my head. "My mama loved me. She would be happy for me."
"Rusty," Hoss interrupted. "Hurry up, boy."
"You're just like your mama," Miss Ellie said as she shook her head. "She laid under some cowboy passing through town. Nine months later, there you were. Though I suppose she had the good sense not to run off with him."
Her words hurt more than that strap ever would. I tried to ignore her as I finished packing, but a tear still fell from my eye and dripped onto my hand. I swiped it away quickly and took a breath, trying to be a man.
Hoss grabbed my sack. "C'mon, boy."
I turned and looked at Miss Ellie. Despite the way she treated me, I was grateful to her for giving me work and a place to live. "I'm sorry, Miss Ellie. Thank you for everything."
"I'll pray for you and your sins." She gave Hoss a look like he was the Devil himself. "You're not welcome here."
He didn't even react, just turned on his heel and walked out.
I gave Miss Ellie one last look, wishing that she would understand.
She swung the strap in my direction and pointed towards the door. "Go. Before I summon the sheriff."
I followed Hoss through the house and out the front door. His stallion and mule were hitched in front, packed and ready to go. While Hoss worked to secure my bag on the mule, I moved to the front of his big stallion.
"I thought you left," I whispered as I ran my hand along his horse's chestnut brown mane, not looking back to meet his eyes.
Hoss came up behind me and put his hands on my waist. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of his warm body so close to mine. He leaned down into my ear. "Not without you, love."
"I love you, too," I whispered back.
He kissed the top of my head and then helped me onto his horse. I held onto the horse's mane as Hoss slid into the saddle behind me.
He leaned into my ear. "Ready to go home, darlin'?"
He pressed his lips to my shoulder, and gave the horse a light kick. With one hand on the reins and another around my waist, Hoss started north.
I knew that there was more to life outside the boarding house, out on the frontier. I was finally going to find it. I couldn't wait to begin my new life and start a new adventure with my cowboy.