Date: Wed, 04 Aug 2004 07:07:06 -0500 From: Herb Cat Subject: Cowboy Song-4 Disclaimer: Do not continue reading if you are not 18 years old or you are offended by portrayals of male to male sex or the laws in your state or county forbid this type of material. Copyright 2004 by the author. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission. Names, characters, locations and incidents are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. A Cowboy's Song - Fourth Verse Out here on the range where the sky never ends, If you got any problems, you can count on your friends, Your saddlemate partners, the buddies you ride with, And eat with, and joke with, and bed down beside with. Whatever you need when you're drivin a herd, Don't matter if it's serious or jist plain absurd, You can jist ask a cowboy, whatever it is, And he'll kindly oblige you, as certain as piss. We'd been drivin the herd for weeks, but right now, The roundup is over and every last cow Has been roped, injected, inspected and branded And the drive boss says Thanks, and then he handed Us our pay and our gear and he tells us to git And my buddy and me we mounted and lit Out for the town, and we finds a hotel And we rents us a room, and we thinks it is swell A-drinkin and eatin, and every day I'm a-fuckin his ass jist every which way! I love my fuckin and he loves gettin laid And we both of us figger we got it made. But after some weeks of this, we realize That the money aint lastin, tween us two horny guys. Our stomachs is empty, our wallets is thin And it'd be months `fore we're drivin agin. One day we is sittin down at the bar And I'm nursin a beer from an old Mason jar, A-countin my pennies and wonderin how We is goin to make it, when suddenlike, now This feller he sits on the stool next to mine And he buys me a whiskey and it tastes mighty fine And he says that I look purty strong. So I smile. Says he's lookin to hire a hand for a while. Says he has him a spread jist south of town And he offers me grub and a place to bed down And every two weeks, he'll pay me some money. And I'm thinkin my gray skies is startin to get sunny. "Well, thanks there, Mister. Sure, I'll come work for you But only if you hired my buddy here too." He looks at my bud and he don't look so pleased. He's reluctant, we know, but he finally agrees. So he takes us to his place and promptly commences To put us to work, a-mendin his fences And a-choppin his wood and a-feedin his stock: Some cattle, some sheep, and a stallion named Doc, A couple of mares, and a great big old sow, A rooster, some hens and an old milkin cow. He aint got no kin; he lives by his self So we could see right away how he needed our help. At the end of the barn, he gives us a stall With a couple of cots up `gainst the wall. It aint no hotel, but at least we gets fed And we has us a roof up over our head. And every night when our chores is all done I goes back to fuckin my buddy's sweet bun. I fucks him and fucks him and fucks him some more And you know, `cause I told you this once before: I love my fuckin and he loves gettin laid And we both of us figger we got it made. But one day my buddy he says to me, "The boss keeps a-leerin at you, specially Yer ass, which I figger he finds kinda hot." And I says, "No way." Leastways I hope not; I got me some buttocks, everyone's got `em But I don't rightly reckon myself as a bottom. After nearly two weeks, one bright afternoon, I'm a-leanin on the corral and a-hummin some tune And watchin them cows a-eatin the grass When I feels me a hand a-touchin my ass And I knows it's the Boss, so I asks, "Do you mind Removin your paw from this cowboy's behind? As a matter of fact, Sir, I insist." Well, he does as I ask, but I knows he is pissed. He turns around and goes clompin away And I tries to avoid him the rest of the day. Well, when I'm a-sleepin, that very night, I awoke and I had the most horrible fright. There's a hand on my mouth and a gun in my side And he whispers "Get up." And I rightly complied. I can't see a thing. The barn is all dark, But I knows it's the boss from the sound of his bark. He whispers again, "Now don't make a sound." Then he grabs at my arm and turns me around. With his gun in my ribs, he pushes me clear To t'other end of the barn, "Now stand right over here." He feels at my ass, then unbuttons the door Of my old union suit which is all that I wore. "Now lean on that hay bale and stick out your rear. I'm goin to show you why I brought you here." Now like I told you, I do likes me a fuck But this cherry of mine, it aint never been plucked. So I starts a-whimperin like some scared lil critter "Please, Mister, I'm askin you to reconsider." "You can beg, you can cry, you can whine, you can squeal, But I frankly don't give a shit how you feel. Now here's how we play, your ass takes my cock And if it don't like it, then we gives it to Doc." Doc gives a lil snort a-hearin his name And I'm a-thinkin I really don't like this here game. I hears him back off and rustle around. I still couldn't see him but I knows from the sound He's a-droppin his overalls, and then real quick He spits on his hand and starts lubin his dick. He can't see me, but I knows that I'm stuck. Him with his gun, I'm a-gonna git fucked. And jist `bout the time I'm losin all hope I feels me a hand a-startin to grope But it aint the Boss! In the pitch black My buddy is a-maneuverin his self cross my back! When the Bossman comes back, what does he find? My buddy's asshole but he thinks it is mine! Well, Boss he commences to fuckin my friend With me underneath and I start to pretend That's it's me he is fuckin. I snivel and sniff And that big old dumb ass don't know the dif. I pretend like it's hurtin, I moan and I roar. Then rememberin Doc, I says "Please do it some more." What with all of the guys that I fucked down the years I knows exactly what he wants to hear. Well, after a while he lets out a yell And I knows that he cummed, as surely as Hell. He says "Hope I din't wake up your friend. I don't rightly know why you want to spend All yer time with that little pansy assed boy. But I want you to know that I truly enjoy Fuckin your man ass. You done everything right Though I expected your hole to be a bit more tight. I thinks tomorrow morning, I'm gonna nail you some more Whens I kin see you a-squirmin and watch as you roar." He walks outa the barn. And my buddy and I Buttons up our union suits and I breathes a big sigh Of relief and we gropes our way back to our cots And I says to him, "Thanks, little buddy, a heluva lot. You're a true saddlemate and I always knew it, But frankly I'm wonderin why did you do it?" "Well, I know you, my friend and your poor little rear Couldn't take it. And one thing that I hates to hear Is a growed up man cryin and startin to whine So I figgered I'd best get my ass on the line. I may be a pansy assed boy, bless his soul, But his cock sure loved the inside of my hole!" "So was he a good fucker, as good, say, as me?" "Shit, he couldn't come close, although actually . . . I was hopin he might follow through on that threat; That Doc is a heluva stud horse, I bet!" Agin, hearin his name, Doc let out a snort. But I thanks my best bud for all his support. Afore dawn, we is mounted and ridin away. We din't even wait to collect us our pay. Maybe, I'm wonderin - course maybe I'm wrong - If that was the skinflint's plan all along! But I'll never forget, as long as I last, The night my best buddy covered my ass! Yep, out here on the range where the sky never ends, If you got any problems, you can count on your friends, Your saddlemate partners, the buddies you ride with, And eat with, and joke with, and bed down beside with. Whatever you need when you're drivin a herd, Don't matter if it's serious or jist plain absurd, You can jist ask a cowboy, whatever it is, And he'll kindly oblige you, as certain as piss. Note: If you enjoyed this cowboy tale in verse, and would like to see further installments, let me know.