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Cody Branson
Chapter 3 – Manifest Destiny
I found a wagon train headin' fer San Francisco what was looking fer somebody with trail experience to help get them families acrost the Indian lands. Well, hell. I didn't know nothin' `bout conditions `tween here and the ocean but I wasn't about to let that stop me. I allowed as I'd been driving cattle since I was able to set a horse and I reckoned all we'd have to do is foller the ruts, as so many had gone west afore us. There `as fifty wagons leaving from Silverton, but ten of `em was full of Mormons and they'd drop out at Salt Lake City; the rest of us would hit the California trail and make our way to Sacramento and on from there down to Frisco.
Funny thing `bout them Mormons, the menfolk could take on as many wives as they wanted, but the women could only have one husband. Thing is, that left a lot of young menfolk without, so we found out on the trail how all that piety goes shootin' out the winder when yer in yer teen years and yer peter's staying stiff all the time. Some nights you couldn't hear the snoring of the older'ns over the rutting of the young bucks. Lot of sacred seed wasted down that trail, I'll tell you what.
Last night out before they was to leave our group, one of them young fellers come over to where me and Pan was camped. He looked to be maybe 17 or 18; said his name was Malachi Smith. Don't rightly know if he was kin to that prophet of theirn or not. Mr. Smith was horned up to beat the band. Said he'd witnessed me and my injun doing abominations to God. I just looked at him hard-eyed and said "what of it?" He seemed to kindly soften up and asked real quiet-like "how does it feel to have a pecker run up in your dung-hole?"
"How'd you like to find out?" I asked, still steely-eyed.
"I reckon I might be game to give it a run" he said, "depends on how much you're packing down there."
I unbuttoned my dungarees and hauled out my manhood. On soft it looks like it don't mean much harm; it runs about 3 inches or so. He looked at it and I could see them wheels turning in his head till finally he said okay. What I reckon he didn't take into account was that I had one of them growin' peters. Full horned it'd stretch out `tween six and six and a half inches. It'd get about double the soft thickness too. So when he was in our wagon I made sure to have Pan stuff the boy's mouth full of copper colored cock while I slathered his kinda stinky hole with some grease and proceed to take him places he hain't been afore. When my cock head breached `im, he bit down on Pan's cock a little and that earned him a open-hand pop up the side-a his head. He turnt loose quick. He was still tryin' to catch his breath when I sunk all the way till my curlies was mashed agin his back cheeks. In the front Pan had grabbed the kid's ears and was downright just fuckin' his throat the same way I was plowin' his ass. We was only at it about ten minutes `fore I felt the boy tense up and heard his seed goin' splat agin the dry grass. I sped up `cause I figured he'd be losin' interest after he cum. I commenced to shootin' a big ole load up in that lily white ass, just as Pan pulled out and was coatin' the boy's face. We all broke loose and I saw him dig a kerchief out'n a pocket and wipe his face. He looked scared and kinda didn't know what to say; he just pulled his drawers up and run off. I had a feelin' that Malachi weren't going to fare too well amongst them Mormons, but who was I to say?
The next mornin' we made it into Salt Lake City and Malachi come by to tell us goodbye. I told `im I hoped things worked out for `im. We shook hands and exchanged knowin' looks and he took off after his pa and the rest of them. He looked a little sore in the saddle. The rest of the trip `cross the injun lands was mostly uneventful. Hell, me and Pan figured if injuns come out after us, theys a good chance theys his kinfolk anyhow. We follered that California trail on into Nevada. It would take us `crost the northern part of Nevada and down into California itself. The trail follered alongside the Humboldt River, I reckon so's folks'd be able to get some water in them dry places. Three or four days past Elko, the wagon train foreman decided we was goin' to take a couple days break so's folks could get rested up a piece. Me and Pan set up on a rise close to the river, but fer enough back to keep out'n the snake dens. I fount out that evenin' how he got his name. If you recall, I told y'all his injun name Pansook was otter in English. Well, sir, that boy could swim damn near like a fish. My dog-paddlin' couldn't come near holdin' level with `im. We went out to a sandbar in the river and I sat in the sun and watched `im go at it like a wild thing. The boy was an absolute beauty. I got to wonderin' what it was he saw in me, I was rightly plain so far as I could tell. Anyways he pulled me back in the water and tried to give me some pointers, by the time we got out even I could tell I was swimmin' way better.
The next day other than warshin' clothes and such, we just lazed around in the shade and rested up for that big push on into California. We had a queer treat, we sexed during the day. Mostly we had to do our lovin' after all the rest went to bed, but we agreed it'd be a challenge to keep quiet whilst we cum in each other up in the heat of day. We clumb up in our wagon as if we was goin' to nap. B'the time Pan dropped the flap on the back, I was out of my dungarees and ready for fun. I sucked his peter into my mouth and bobbed on it till I had `im makin' little almost moanin' sounds and I had to back off'n it. He went after me then, much the same till I had to push `im away. At some point the ideer came to us that maybe we could do each other at the same time. We flipped head to toe and went to work one on the other. As we was gettin' close I had to just start grippin' the blankets and tryin' so hard not to holler out. When I cum everthing went white and my whole body jerked around like a fish outta water. That set Pan off and then `fore I knowd it I was sputterin' and coughin' from dang near bein' drowned with his seed.
Once't we catched our breath we jumped up outta the wagon and run naked into the river and dove in again to clear off the sweat and cum. There was three or four little boys playin' in the water nearby and they come over by us. One of `em was runnnin' his mouth `bout how his daddy had a way bigger pecker than either'a ourn. I just splashed a big ole armful a water in his face and he swum on back to the otherns. He had me wonderin' though which one of them men was his daddy? We got out and run back to the wagon pulled our pants on, but left off the shirts `cause we was enjoyin' the breeze. After it fell dark we strolled over to the big group fire they built and I spied the smart mouth boy settin' next to the feller, I think I heered `em callin' Luke Ramsey. We took up places acrost the fire from old Luke and the boy. In the shadders made from the fire I could see they was somewhat running parallel to Mr. Luke's thigh an' it run just shy of halfway to his knee. I just shook my head, he had to've been hung `bout like Bose. I pointed it the beast out to Pan, but he just shrugged. The big peter didn't impress `im, he just shook his head kinda like he'us lookin' at one of them two-headed calfs at one of them freakshows. He jus' looked away and pushed up closer to me. The night was getting' kind of cool, so we went ahead and turnt in fer the night. After all the sun, swimmin' and sexin' we done durin' the day, we both slept like the dead.
Near a week later we come through Carson City. We stopped long enough for some of our folks to resupply one last time afor California. I asked Pan if'n he wanted to go try him one of them saloon whores. He just shook his head.
"You tryin' to get shed of me?" he asked sadly.
"No sir, just pointin' out you got options" I says.
"I don't need no options less'n you don't want me no more" he said.
"Shoot, boy, that day won't ever come. Long as you'll have me I'll be there" I says.
He smiled and run off into the town, I didn't know where he was headed to. I went up in a shop that was sellin' hard candies and had one of them sody fountains. I got me one of them sasparilly drinks and a penny's worth of candy for Pan `fore headin' back to the wagon. I clumb up to wait on him, and it weren't a minute `fore he came runnin' back up. He had two little loops made out'n leather.
"I know we cain't be proper fy ances" he said, "but I bullheaded mean to tie you down to me, Cody Branson."
He put one of the leather rings on my finger and the othern on his.
"Way I see it, us two are mates. I intend it to stay that way" he said. I had to look off, they was somthin' in my eye.
I got in real close to him where my lips was almost touchin' his ear and told `im "I love you more than anything I know `n I'll be proud to be with you all the way to the end of our trail." He turnt his head and whispered "Me too." I rubbed my thumb acrost his cheek and collected the water that was startin' to run down it. I had to clear my throat afore I said "We got to get these folks on the move, we're burning daylight!"
We jumped down and started roundin' the folks up to get on down the trail and we managed to make it a few miles out of town before dark. I found myself not able to get to sleep for some reason and I got up to set outside a spell in the cool air. I'd been out there for a while when I heard somebody moving around and saw ole Mr. Ramsey gettin' up to have a piss. It was pretty dark but not so much I couln't tell that he was indeed blessed like ole Bose; the damn thing looked to be bigger'n mine soft. I waited all quiet till he went back in then I clumb up in the wagon and settled in with my otter boy. Finally sleep overtook me.
Once't we come into Sacramento, the wagon train begun to break up. A couple of families decided to stay in Sacramento, a few other wagons split off towards the Oregon territory and some others decided to go on further south, hearin' tales of good farm land. The rest of us, now about eighteen wagons took off for Frisco, it was only another week at most and me `n Pan was determined to see the ocean. The weather was right fine them last days as we made our way to the coast but I got to say once't we got there it was kindly a letdown. We tried to get a bed at a lodgin' house and that's when we got into our first scrap. The fat ole bastard runnin' the joint said I could come in but he warnt allowin' no stinkin' savage piece of shit injun boy in his place. Afore I right knowed what I'd doin', I'd done popped that feller right in the mouth. He wiped at the blood and commenced to hollering after the police. We hightailed it on away from there. So, our first night in San Francisco we slept outside wrapped in our bedrolls. Up in the wee hours of the mornin', tween sleep and wake I could feel Pan kinda shakin' next to me.
"You okay buddy?" I asked him quietly.
"Cody, kin we please get outta this place?" he said, it sounded like he was cryin'. I got pissed at myself fer that.
"First light, Pan" I said "we'll pick up supplies `n make tracks. Now sleep peaceful."
He backed his butt up into me and let out a big ole breath. A couple a minutes later he was passed out. True to my word, at first light we found a dry goods store and filled our saddle bags with rations and headed out. On a coin flip we ended up goin' north. Soon as we passed the last houses I could see Pan was gettin' calmer. We rode up the valley till we got back to the California trail. We was set on headin' to Montana. I spoke to some fellers that was traders and they told me of men who lived in the back country near full time and only come out so as to trade furs and such. That sounded like the life fer us.
A couple weeks later we was ridin' into Fort Hall in the Idaho territory. We was pickin' up supplies when I heered a feller talking gibberish to another feller. Bein' curious as I was, I went over and asked that feller his name; Onree he says. Onree smelt somethin' fierce like wild animal musk. To be honest with y'all, his smell was makin' my peter head rub on the inside of my dungarees. Well, as it turned out Onree was signin' some kind of paper for his friend and I know enough letters to know he spelt out Henri. I reckon he couldn't say it right on account of he was some kind of furiner. Pan poked me with his elbow and whispered that the feller was a Frenchman, you know, from France – clear acrost the ocean.
"Henry" says me to the furiner "do you know anythin' about them mountain men we been hearin' `bout?"
"Oui" he says.
"We who?" I asked.
"I know about them" he said.
"Kin ya lead us to the general area" I asked.
"Oui" he says. I got the feelin' that must mean yes as he was noddin' his head too.
"Montana?" I asked
"All over the Rocky mountains" he said, "we leave at daybreak."
That's how me and Pan hooked up with the mad Frenchman Henri Larouche. Henry insisted that we needed more provisions so we ended up buyin' more goods and a mule to cart it all. We set out at daybreak, the three of us on our horses leadin' Henry's mule and our'n.
End of the first day we was settin' up camp and Henry got so hot he had to come up out'n that buckskin shirt of his'n. The smell of ripe man hit me like fallin' rocks off'n a mountain side and my dong went hard as one of them same rocks. Ole Henry was one of the hairiest men I ever saw. I couldn't rightly tell where his pit hair ended and his chest hair begun and his back looked like he was wearin' some kind of wool sweater or somethin'. Well, sir, I ain't normally one to be so bold, but I admit I was thinkin' more with the little head than the big `un. I went over to `im and didn't even ask if'n it was allright, I jess commenced to pettin' that auburn colored back hair of his'n. I didn't know whuther I was fixin' to get popped in the face or what but I was so horny I didn't much care. To my surprise and deelite ole Henry went to adjustin' hisself down in the front of his britches. He turnt around twards me and I put my face up by his armpit and took a big ole whiff of it, and went to tryin' to untie them leather britches of his. He ended up pushin' my hands away so's he could do it hisself, then he pulled out a slab of meat that meant business. I looked around fer Pan and hell, he was already nekkid as the day he was borned. I damn near jumped outta my clothes and me and Pan was on our knees in front of that Frenchman, both of us slobberin' on that big ole thang `a his. I dove down and got a ball in my mouth and rolled it around. The smell of his crutch was makin' it hard fer me to hold my seed back.
Henry seemed to be set on fuckin' somebody. I was worried that monster slab of meat would rurn my boy so I volunteered my ass. I got down on my knees and poked my ass out at `im and he commenced to rummagin' though his saddle bag lookin' fer somewhat in there. He come up with a jar of grease and rammed a wad of it up my ass with one of them fingers that was a match for that slab `tween his legs. If I told you it went in me without a hitch I'd be lying my ass off, so I'll be true and tell you it felt like a burnin' oak log bein' jammed up my shitter. If Pan's peter hain't been in my mouth they'd a heard me hollerin' all the way back in California. The old boy slow dicked me fer a couple minutes and once I was gettin' used to it, my ass started feelin' pretty good. He was fillin' ever part of my tunnel and the pressure on my love nut was `bout to make me shoot off like a cannon. Pan was hot and bothered from watchin' that massive plow till my garden. He grabbed me by the shoulders `n stuffed that injun cock all the way down my gullet. All this went on for nigh on a quarter hour afore Henry bellered like a bull and shoved that telegraph pole all the way to my stomach whilst he unloaded in me. All that did was push me `n Pan both over the waterfall, and I was havin' to swaller as fast as I could while my peter was busy shootin' ever drop I had out on the ground. Well, sir, suffice it to say we all slept like the dead that night.
Lambodara 11/03/21
I think there may be two or three more parts to this one, not sure yet. Hope y'all are enjoying it.