Date: Wed, 8 Aug 2018 13:21:36 -0700 From: Backwoods Boy Subject: THE RODEO COWBOY - Part 2 (Note: This is a story a sexual relationship between a teenage boy and a young adult. It is strictly fiction and fantasy. It involves sexual practices that are considered unsafe and is not an endorsement of these practices. Please comply with the laws where you live concerning such literature, and read it only if you can do so legally. If you are offended by this sort of material, please find other things that will not offend you. If you like this kind of material, please donate to Nifty to ensure that this free resource can continue.) THE RODEO COWBOY - Part 2 "Take a look at this, Travis," Cody said quietly. The face that stared back at me from the missing and exploited children poster in front of the country grocery store was mine. Cody and I knew that, but I doubted whether anyone else would. The computer-generated picture of Luke Thomsen, now age sixteen, had been based on a sixth-grade class photo of dubious quality, and the age-progression software had not done its job well. I studied the picture. The crooked teeth that threatened at age eleven had never developed quite like the photo suggested, and they had now been further subdued by a removable retainer worn only at home. Nine months of ranch labor and a healthy diet had changed the undernourished kid on the poster into a muscular teenager who could easily pass for the extra year that his newly-acquired driver's license specified. My hair was still blond, but the buzz cut was a far cry from the longer style the computer had assumed. The conservative glasses frame that I wore - I had needed a correction - had been carefully selected to make me look more mature. And the tattoo that Cody had promised finished off the image of a completely different person. Cody had been right. His parents immediately accepted me as part of the family. His dad had set about creating a new identity for me. Dad didn't tell us how he accomplished it, but Travis Wilson, age seventeen, was as well-documented as anyone in the witness protection program, complete with birth certificate, social security number, passport, and now a driver's license. It had helped that nearly no evidence existed of my previous life. The beneficial side-effect of being totally neglected and virtually invisible is that when you decide to disappear, it isn't very difficult. "My sister, may she rest in peace, always wanted a son, and now she has one," Dad had said with a wistful smile. "Too bad she and Bob aren't around to enjoy you. I know they would have." Still, it was disconcerting to find myself on a wanted poster. I wondered who had filed the report. I would have bet my horse it wasn't Erica. More likely, an observant teacher had started asking questions when I didn't show up for school in the fall. "We gotta get the groceries, and then pick up some stuff from the vet," Cody gently reminded me, rousing me out of my trance. "And we need another roll of barbed wire to finish the fence in the upper pasture." The ranch house was set about a quarter mile back from the road, nestled in a stand of Ponderosa pines with a view of the valley and mountains beyond. The meadow between the house and road was lush and green, and presently filled with spring flowers. Always when I returned to the ranch, I thought of the first time I had arrived there, and I realized how fortunate I was to be able to call this "home". The house was a log structure, the rustic exterior of which disguised a very modern and functional living space. Mom and Dad lived there with three cats of unknown ancestry, and two black labs with very certain pedigrees. The perfume of sun-warmed pine trees filled the late afternoon air as we got out of the truck. The dogs materialized, their tails wagging enthusiastically as if they knew that their dinner was in the truck too. "We're home with the groceries, Mom," Cody called out as we entered through the back door. "Thanks, boys," she replied from her pottery studio. "Leave them on the counter. I'll put them away later. Did you finish your writing assignment, Travis?" "Yes, ma'am," I responded. "It's at the bunkhouse. I'll bring it by later." "Tomorrow will be soon enough," she assured me. "We can go over it during your afternoon study time." "We'll leave the wire in the truck," Cody decided as we drove to the barns. "We can load the rest of the tools and supplies too. I wanna get an early start on the fence. We gotta finish it tomorrow." Unmentioned was the reason for finishing the fence. Cody was leaving the following day for several weeks of rodeos. I was going to miss him terribly, I knew. He was my big brother and my best friend, and we had become as close as two people could be. I had wanted to go with him, but that wasn't realistic. I needed to continue the home schooling that Mom was providing, and I was going to make use of the practical education Dad and Cody had been giving me for the past nine months. Someone had to help Dad with the ranch. The previous year, that had been a hired hand. This year, I was taking on the role, and I was both apprehensive and proud of the increased responsibility that meant. The bunkhouse that Cody and I shared was a few hundred yards up the hill from the house. Its rustic exterior matched that of the main house, but that was where the similarity ended. The interior, though very liveable, was as rustic as the exterior. Cody and I had our own rooms at each end. The central area featured a wood stove, a sofa and chair, and a rudimentary kitchen. Since we ate with Mom and Dad, the kitchen table was a place for me to study in the evening. Covered with textbooks on subjects ranging from algebra to zoology, it was where I devoured knowledge as enthusiastically as I devoured Mom's excellent meals. Daybreak found me moving the handline irrigation in the hay field. Although rote and potentially boring, it was a task I loved. Being alone with the birds, rabbits, and occasional coyote in the early morning chill made me feel alive and part of the nature around me. I usually wore the sweatshirt Cody had given me. It fit a lot better than the year before, but it was becoming threadbare - I would soon have to reluctantly replace it. "Travis may be late for his studies this afternoon," Cody advised Mom as we ate a quick early breakfast. "We gotta finish the fence." "I suspected as much," Mom replied. "I fixed you some lunch to take along today. School can wait until evening." I was silent as Cody drove through pine woods and open grazing land to the upper pasture. This was the most remote part of the four-thousand acre ranch. One thousand feet higher than the farmhouse, the view of the surrounding valley and mountains was picture-postcard beautiful. "What's on yer mind this morning, kid?" Cody inquired. "Yer awfully quiet." "You know damn well what's on my mind," I replied. "It's only for a little over a month," he said reassuringly. "I'll bring you back a new sweatshirt." "I don't want a new sweatshirt," I asserted. "I like yer old one better." "You wear that one much longer, and its gonna fall apart," he said with a grin. "Yeah, yer right," I admitted. "A new one would be great, but you gotta break it in for me so it's soft and comfortable like this one." "I can arrange that," he replied as parked the truck at our work site. "Now, let's get this fence built." I had become friends with the two-person power auger, but only after a lot of instruction, swearing, and some very sore muscles. Stretching and stapling the wire was a much easier task. Today, we had to do a lot of both, and we pushed ourselves hard to get it all done. The finished product reflected the perfection that Cody insisted on, and hopefully it would last for many years. Dinner conversation was mostly about Cody's rodeo itinerary. I ate silently, not having anything to contribute. "Travis, I want you to go to the auction with me tomorrow," Dad said, changing the subject. "I hope to bring back a few bummer calves. Feeding and taking care of them will be another task for you to learn. I think you'll enjoy it. Can you have the big trailer hooked up to go in the morning? I want you to drive in so you learn how to handle the trailer." "Sure thing, Dad," I said, trying to sound more confident than I really felt. I knew he was doing his best to take my mind off of Cody's departure, and I appreciated it. "I think we'll skip classes this evening," Mom said to me. "You worked hard today, and one day off won't hurt. I'll look at your essay, and we can talk about that tomorrow. Cody can help you get the trailer hooked up." "Thanks, Mom," I said, grateful for her wisdom and understanding. I had watched the process of hooking up the trailer several times, but hadn't done it before. Cody coached me on how to get the truck lined up correctly, lower the trailer onto the hitch, and hook up the wires. It took about twice as long as when he was doing it, but when we were finished I was sure I could do it again. The remaining task was to get Cody's truck and trailer ready to go. I helped him store his clothing and rodeo equipment. I hadn't been inside the trailer since I had first arrived at the ranch the previous August, and the memories of our first nights together came flooding back, along with some tears. "It's gonna be okay, Travis," Cody said, putting an arm around me. "Yer gonna do great here. If you have any questions, Dad will help you. And you can email me whenever you want to. I'll send you regular progress reports." "Thanks for understanding," I replied, wiping my eyes. "I'm gonna miss you a lot, but I'm looking forward to helping Dad with the ranch. And thanks for all you've done for me." "Yer well worth the effort, kid," he assured me. "And you know Mom and Dad feel the same way and love you as much as I do." Just enjoying life together had become more important than sex, so Cody and I usually slept in our own rooms. But that night neither of us wanted to be alone. "Just hold me close," I requested as Cody snuggled up behind me. "I love it when you fuck the shit out of me, but while yer gone, I wanna remember how gentle you can be." "I can fuck gently too," he insisted, his obvious boner resting in my ass crack. "Yeah, but you won't," I replied with a grin, throwing off the covers and rolling onto my back. "And I wouldn't have it any other way." I felt that familiar surge of excitement as he entered me. This had long ago stopped being a painful activity. Cody's fuck pole fit inside me as perfectly as it would have fit the condom he never used. Slowly, Cody slid the tip of his tool in and out over my p-spot. He knew from experience that was the way to turn me on, and this time was no different. "Fuck me harder, Cody," I insisted. "And deeper too." "I thought you wanted me to be gentle," he replied with a grin. "You can be gentle later," I decided. "After yer done fucking me." "Yer sure?" he questioned. "I really can fuck gently if I want to, you know." "Yeah, but you don't want to, and we both know it," I replied impatiently. "So use that horse cock like it was intended and breed me good." "I don't know," he teased. "I wouldn't wanna hurt you, you know." "I guess I gotta find someone else to fuck me if you can't do it right any more," I said with a sigh. That approach always worked. Cody's competitive nature was easy to trigger. I yelped as he drove clear in and began to fuck me like he meant it. "That's more like it," I said with a grin. "I thought maybe you had forgotten how to fuck." "Not a chance," he replied. "You asked for it and yer gonna get it." Cody worked me over for a good twenty minutes as I caressed his back and shoulders and urged him on. He was totally lost in enjoying himself, and that's the way I wanted it to be. I liked it when he made me cum, but I liked it more when he freed himself from all constraints and just had fun. He rode the edge for a long time before letting himself go. Groaning with pleasure, he unloaded and collapsed on top of me. "Was that rough enough for you?" he asked. "Well, I would give you eighty points or so," I replied thoughtfully. "Not yer best performance." "You smart-assed bastard," he exclaimed. "I think you need another round." "So do I," I replied with a big grin. "But I bet you can't get it up again." I was happy to lose the bet. Appealing to Cody's ego was as successful as appealing to his competitive nature. And the second time, he made me cum too. I fell asleep with Cody curled up behind me, one arm over me holding me close. That was the gentle part that would keep me going while he was gone. The next thing I knew, Cody was shaking me softly. "I'm on my way, kid," he said quietly. "Take good care of Mom and Dad for me." "I'll do my best," I assured him sleepily. He gave me a kiss on my forehead and was gone. Going back to sleep wasn't going to be possible. I dressed and turned on the lights in the living area. On the table was one of Cody's sweatshirts. I picked up the note that was on it. "Here's your new sweatshirt," the note said. "You need it now rather than later. Have fun being Dad's right-hand man. I know you'll do a great job." I put on the sweatshirt. It smelled like Cody, just like my old one had when he gave it to me. I would have part of him with me until I had to wash it, which might be a long time. I opened the door and stepped out into the chill mountain air. There was just enough daylight to move around without a flashlight. Shutting the bunkhouse door, I headed for the fields, the black labs following as if they understood that I needed the company this morning. The irrigation pipes had to be moved and the horses cared for. I had responsibilities now.