Drawn West

By Jim002

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Seven

Joey smiled.

"Lie on your back, will you?" I asked him.

I explored Joey's body. I felt, and kissed, and licked.

"I love hairy men," I said.

Joey grinned.

I moved down to his cock. I held it up as I pulled the foreskin back.

"This is a beauty," I said. "The head looks like a plum. Could I draw it, sometime? Your pecker?"

Joey looked really pleased.

"I'd like that."

I ran my tongue over the head a few times. Then I swallowed the end and began sucking.

"Aw, yeah! Eat boy, eat! Daddy Joe's gonna feed you."

Daddy Joe? I loved the name. After a couple of minutes, cream began shooting into my mouth. Joey sighed. His man milk hit the back of my mouth hard. I stroked his hairy balls with one hand. I wondered when was the last time he had sex. I swallowed all of it and loved it. Make me strong, Daddy Joe, I thought to myself. I could tell he got sensitive after he shot. He shivered and pulled my head away from his pecker. I took one of his balls into my mouth and sucked it, instead. I moved to the other one. Joey sighed.

"You shore know your way around a man's body. I can tell you were taught by your pa," Joey said.

That surprised me.

"How can you tell?"

"What you're doin is all about me. Makin me feel good, makin me happy."

"I'm enjoying it."

"Oh, I know that. I loved sucking on ma pappy. But he never sucked me back. Neither did Tom."

"My pa sucks me. He likes my cream."

"Good! You gonna let me suck you?"

"I think I would have trouble saying no about anything to you, Daddy Joe."

Joe wrapped his arms around me. "Damn, if you ain't sweet as honey. Damn shame ya smell like Harry's pecker," he said, laughing. Before I could worry about that, Joey kissed me, again. I lost myself during the kiss. I floated somewhere where the only things around were his tongue, my mouth, and the weight of his body pressing against me.

He pulled away and smiled at me. Then he chuckled.

"What's funny?" I asked.

"I think you like me."

I grinned.

"I do."

"Tom told me once I looked at him like a love-sick pup. I never knowed what he meant. But I see, now."

"I look like that?" I asked.

Joey nodded.

"Were you in love with Tom?"

"Oh, yeah. Pa, too. I ain't been in love since."

"Well, if you stick around, I'll look like this at you all the time."

"I'd like to stay, but tain't much work here."

Joey slid his hand between my cheeks. I closed my eyes and sighed.

"You want me there?"

I nodded. Then I opened my eyes.

"Just once?" he asked.

"No. I want you and not just once."

"Oh, yeah. I'd like to stay, baby boy."

"You could work for us."

"I'm thinkin about it, darlin."

"Have you got someone special?"

"No. But I don't know how your pa and Rafe will take to having another rooster around you. I don't take to arguin."

Joey rolled me on my back and sucked me. He pushed a wet finger into my ass and he had me shooting in about thirty seconds.

"I see why your pa likes your cream."

I smiled at him.

Joey was a stud. A stallion. I explored his body with my hands, again. I took his pecker in the palm of my hand and kissed it. I pulled lightly on one of his nipples and felt it stiffen. Joey seemed happy.

"No one has looked at me like that for a long time," he said.

"You mean you had another love sick pup?"

Joey grinned. "He wasn't no pup. But he was partial to me."

"Is he in Deadwood?"

"No. I ain't seen him in years."

"Are there men in Deadwood you can have sex with?" I asked him.

"No. And it ain't safe to ask. I visited Manuel, here and one of the cooks at the Gem. But theys both gone. I got no one."

We kissed, again.

"I wanna fuck you, Daryl. I wanna be inside you."

In the back of my head, I began to worry about how Rafe and Pa would feel about Joey. I was falling in love, and that might not be a good thing.

"I'm not sure I should do that unless you are staying. I'll probably fall in love, once you do it. And then if you leave..."

Joey nodded.

"I want you to meet Pa and talk to Rafe. I really want you to live with me. But I don't want any arguing, either. Will you do that? Now?"

"Sure. I ain't got nothin to do," Joey said.

I kissed him, again. Joey wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tight against him. I loved it. I felt my brain shutting down, as Joey's stiff pecker rested on my thigh. Pa called that thinking with your little head. I reached for it and it felt wonderful in my hand. I forced myself to climb out of bed. Joey got up, too.

We got dressed and left the saloon. We walked over to Carpenter's General Store. It was fairly crowded. I guessed there were at least fifteen folks shopping. Then two more walked in behind us. I didn't see Pa, though.

"Howdy, Joe!" a man who looked about forty years-old said. "You still workin in Deadwood?"

"For now. I wouldn't mind coming back."

"You here for Christmas?"

"I am."

The man turned to me.

"And you are Daryl. I've heard all about you."

I didn't know what that meant. It could be very bad.

He laughed.

"Just that you draw as well as a man twice your age."

"Thank you," I said, smiling.

The stranger leaned closer.

"Will Harry have more pictures tonight?" he asked, softly.

"Yes, sir."

"I'm tryin to think up an excuse to come into town on Christmas Eve."

"You could give the drawing to your wife for Christmas," Joey said, smiling.

The man laughed.

"Hey! That's good! I'll tell her it was your idea."

"Wait til I'm back in Deadwood," Joey said.

He laughed. "I'll just do that!"

"Daryl!" Joe Carpenter called, from behind the counter. "Your pa went down to the stable."

"Thank you, Mr. Carpenter."

We left and walked all the way down to the stable which was about a hundred feet away. The smell of animals and kerosene hit my nose, as soon as we entered.

"We're over here," Pa said. Rafe was standing next to Pa, talking to another man. The man was mostly bald with some white hair around the sides of his head. From the red color of the skin on his nose and around it, I figured he was a heavy drinker. Rafe looked over and saw Joey. He smiled and held up his hand.

We walked over to them.

"We're thinking of buying this horse," Pa said. "What do you think about him?"

The horse was a gelding. He was black with white patches in several places on his body. I held my hand up to his face. The horse snorted and nudged my hand. I rubbed the side of his head and he sure seemed to like it.

"I like him. How old is he?" I asked, as I rubbed his ears.

"Four, almost five," the man Rafe had been talking to said.

The man smiled at Joey. "Hey, son. You here for the holiday?"

"I am."

"Pa, this is Joey. He's Tom's brother," I said.

"I see the resemblance. Pleased to meet you, Joey. Daryl's been looking forward to meeting you."

I was embarrassed.

"I think we'll take him," Pa said to the man. "And uh, I'll be back for the other."

The man grinned. Pa handed him some money and the man walked off.

We led our new horse outside.

"How you doing, Joe?" Rafe asked him.

"Good. Daryl was telling me that you are building a house," Joey said to Pa.

"Yeah. As soon as the weather improves," Rafe said.

"I been building in Deadwood. But now that I met Daryl, I'd like to come back here. Do you need a hired hand to help build it?"

Pa smiled. Rafe whispered something to Pa.

"Will you excuse us a minute, Joey?" Pa said.

"Sure. I'll head back to the saloon."

Joey walked away.

"Do you want him living with us?" Rafe asked me.

I sighed. "I think I'm falling in love with him. What do I do? I love both of you, too."

Pa pulled Rafe aside. They whispered while they looked at me. They finished.

"This is the last man you get to keep. Don't bring any more home," Pa said, very softly. I stared at him and both he and Rafe laughed.

"Rafe, I think it needs to be your decision," Pa said. "Daryl and I don't know enough about him or the cabin or the town."

"Joe is a good man, and it will be good to have an experienced man helping with the house."

"But do you want him to live with us?" Pa asked.

"Well, Daryl wants him and that's good enough for me. If we can make Joe as happy as us, why not?"

"Do you think it will cause people to talk?" Pa asked Rafe.

"I doubt it. Once people know you and Daryl are taking out a homestead and building a house, they'll understand. Most folks know Joe is a carpenter in Deadwood. And Joe has family here, Tom and a sister. Livin here makes sense and bein our hired hand makes sense."

I wondered what the sister was doing while Joey's father and brother were having sex with him. Did Joey's father fuck his daughter before she married?

Pa nodded.

"Hey, Joe!" Rafe called. Joey was about to open the saloon door. He walked back to us.

"What you been doin, lately? Buildin, I mean," Rafe asked him.

"Shops mostly. Did a brothel last year. That was a big job. Worked on a couple of houses."

"I think we can use you. The house'll get built twice as fast with two of us. When do you want to start?" Rafe asked him.

"Anytime."

"Do you want to live with us?"

Joey looked very surprised.

"Do you want me livin with you?" Joey asked me.

"I think so!"

Joey cheered and Pa chuckled.

"It's going to be a little crowded in my cabin with four of us. Does that bother you?" Rafe asked.

"No. I'll just sleep on top of Daryl, here," Joey whispered to us. "I'll even put my pecker away. That way I won't take up no room."

All of us laughed.

"You'll have to take your turn on top of me, Daddy Joe," I whispered to Joey.

"Daddy Joe?" Pa asked.

"I got Daddy Rafe, Daddy Joe, and Daddy," I said, smiling.

"What a Christmas this is gonna be!" Joey said.

"You are right, there, friend," Rafe said to Joey. "This'll be the best damn Christmas of my whole life!"

"I'm going to go do the drawings Harry asked for. I made twelve dollars last night!" Pa and Rafe couldn't believe it. "I'm sure it won't last. Everyone who wants a drawing will have one."

"Tom said Harry is thinking hard about that," Joey said. "Harry will figure out how to keep makin money of ya."

"Good! I love drawing. I can't think of many easier ways to make money."

"Well, just don't expect to get rich. No matter what Harry thinks up, there just aren't that many folks," Pa said. "This isn't Chicago. It isn't even Elmhurst."

That was true. It got me to thinking. Maybe the drawings could be sold in Chicago. I decided to talk to Harry about it.

"We still got shopping to do," Rafe said. "We'll meet you at Harry's."

Joey and I walked towards the saloon.

"Do you prefer Joe or Joey?" I asked him.

"Darlin. Call me Darlin."

I looked at him. I wondered if he was serious. He burst out laughing.

"Call me Joe or Daddy Joe."

"I'll do it."

"I saw the drawing of Tom. With the cigar," Joe said.

"I liked the way it turned out."

"Oh, yeah. Gave me a boner for my big brother. First time in years."

"Do you still have sex?"

"Nah. Been a while."

"Daryl, tell me they ain't pullin my leg."

"Who?"

"Your pappy and Rafe."

"No. We're serious. When do you want to move in?"

"Last year."

I chuckled as we walked into the saloon.

"I'm thinkin bout that."

I looked around as we entered. There were three customers. I wondered if many people would show up in the evening. It was Christmas Eve. Then it occurred to me that the men without families might very well want to spend the evening with friends and the ladies. The piano player started playing a Christmas song, but no one was singing. I was glad I had family to spend mine with. Then it struck me. I had to buy gifts for Pa and Rafe. I hadn't even thought about it. What could I get them? While I tried to think of something, Tom walked out of the kitchen and headed toward us.

"Joe is going to be moving in with us," I said.

Tom grinned and hugged Joe. Thumping him on the back.

"I'm glad. I'm real glad. Daryl here is a peach."

"I know," Joe said.

"I'm uh...ready to draw," I told Tom. "Is this a good time?"

"You look worried, Daryl," Tom said.

"I haven't got a gift for Pa. And I wanted to get something for Rafe, too. I have no idea what to get them."

"Well, I know. You come to the right place. I know what Rafe drinks. What does your pa drink?"

"Oh, liquor!" I said. I remembered that was what Pa said he wanted. The only problem was I had never seen Pa (or Dan) drink. Then I remembered seeing a half-empty bottle of brandy in Dan's room at school. I was relieved. At least I was if they sold brandy.

"I think Pa likes brandy."

Tom nodded.

"Well, let's go talk to George."

We headed toward the bar. George was standing around looking bored. He perked up when he saw us.

"What have we got in the way of brandy, George?" Tom asked him.

"We got two kinds of grape brandy and an expensive bottle of peach brandy."

"How much is the peach?" I asked.

"Four bucks. It's imported from Europe. I'm told it is very good. I personally find it too sweet, but that's brandy for you."

"We got a fair grape brandy for one and a darn good one for two."

George put the three brandy bottles on the bar.

Harry walked over to us.

"Daryl is doin his Christmas shopping," Tom said to Harry.

Harry grinned.

"Give Daryl what he wants at cost."

"You got it, boss.

I was able to buy all three bottles for three dollars.

"What does Rafe Smith drink?"

George pulled out a bottle of whiskey.

"That's a cheap whiskey," Harry said. "Not fit for a gift. The bottle is fifty cents. Twenty-five cents for you."

"I would like something better," I said.

Harry suggested two brands that he liked. I decided to get both and it cost just over a dollar.

I wanted to get something for Joey, but he was standing behind me, close enough to keep my pecker hard. I decided to get two more bottles of whiskey, in the hope Joey liked it. I handed over my money.

"Have Louise put a nice bow on each bottle," Harry said to George.

"I'll tell her now," George said. He put the bottles in a box and came from behind the bar. He headed up the stairs.

"Thank you, Harry."

"Don't thank me. Then I'd have to keep thanking you."

I smiled.

"I'm ready to draw Daisy. I think I left my drawing things upstairs.

"Yes. They are in the sitting room."

"Come on, Daryl," Tom said.

We climbed the stairs. I wanted to ask Tom what kind of liquor Joe liked. I wanted to get him a gift. But Joe was right behind us. I got my things from the sitting room and Tom took me to Daisy's room.

"I want to get something for Joe for Christmas," I whispered to Tom.

"Please don't get me nothin," Tom said.

I hadn't thought of that. I was very grateful to Tom.

"You've got that look!" Tom said.

"What look?"

"The look that says 'I'm going to give him somthin, anyway."

"To tell you the truth, I hadn't even thought about it until you mentioned it."

"Well, just forget I mentioned it!" Tom said, with feeling.

"I will. It's embarrassing to receive a gift from someone when you haven't gotten them one," I said.

"I think Joey will feel that way. And there is something he wants more than anything you can buy and you give it to him, already."

I nodded.

We walked into Daisy's room. She didn't look like a Daisy. She looked more like a Consuela. She had dark hair, a slight moustache, was a little chubby, and had the biggest tits I ever saw in my life! I wondered how she stayed upright. She was wearing some sort of lace...nothing. Very little of her was covered. I looked down and almost fell over. There was a hole in the thing she was wearing and the womanly parts between her legs were completely uncovered, but there was lace over her butt. I wondered if she had it on backwards.

She laughed at my expression. I realized my mouth was open and I closed it.

"This is what they gave me to wear. You're embarrassed, but think how I feel!"

I almost laughed at her words, but she might not feel it was funny.

I turned to Tom.

"Do you want to pose Daisy?"

"Shore."

He positioned Daisy on her bed, in the same pose Ann had been in the day before. While he was doing that, I heard fabric rip.

"Shit!" she said.

"This isn't my size, Tom," Daisy said.

"I know. We'll just make the best of it."

Whatever ripped, wasn't visible.

Daisy seemed resigned to the drawing. She didn't argue or act obstinate, but I could tell she hoped it would be over soon.

"Before I get started, I just want to say, Happy Christmas, Daisy," I told her.

She smiled. I sat in a chair and started working. Tom excused himself. He wasn't needed.

"Harry wants me to do twelve drawings."

"Dear Lord!"

"I can't draw that many straight through, so we are going to have to stop for breaks."

"Good. I can't hold this position too long. It's hurting my back."

I guessed it was her boobs. They must have weighed thirty pounds, alone. I wondered if I could use the first drawing to draw the others.

"I'm going to try using the first picture as a model. If that works, you'll only have to pose for the first one. But I'm not sure I can do it."

"Thank you, Daryl. I knew you had to be a nice, cause Ann thinks you're the devil incarnate."

I laughed.

"I didn't do a thing to her!" I said.

"That's probably why. Did you tell her she was the most beautiful woman you'd ever seen?"

"No. And I thought she was the bitchiest woman I ever heard!" I said.

"That's why."

The lace outfit was tough to draw. For bare skin, I just use a little shading, but the lace was intricate. Was I supposed to draw dozens of little stars, connected with strands of fabric?

I flipped the page on my sketchbook and tried some different ways of simplifying the lace. Nothing looked that good to me. Most of them made her look like she'd been caught in a fish net. Daisy moved and I heard fabric rip, again. She got up and I heard another rip.

"I told them it was too tight! Tom!" she yelled.

I got up and peeked out the door.

"He's coming," Louise said.

"Hi, Louise!" I said.

"Hi, sugar."

I heard Tom on the stairs. He walked into the room.

"This thing is falling apart," Daisy said.

"I'm having a heck of a time trying to draw it, anyway. You can't rough sketch lace, or it stops looking like lace. It's the detail in the way it's made that makes it lace."

I showed Tom my attempts to draw it.

"I see the problem. Problems, since it's fallin apart, too."

Tom went to Daisy's closet and looked at things. He found a sheer looking robe.

"Try this, Daisy."

"Will you unfasten this?" she said, turning around.

It really was falling apart. A couple of threads were all that was left holding the thing together.

"There goes ten dollars," he said. "I can rip it off, but it might be better if you did it."

"Sure."

She tore it apart and it fell to the ground. She put on the robe and got back on the bed. Tom arranged the way the robe opened. He spent a couple of minutes at it. I started drawing when he was done.

I drew her with the same detail I'd used with the drawings from the day before. But then I decided to add extra detail, since that drawing was going to be used to draw more. By the time I was finished, I was surprised by how good the drawing looked. I showed it to Daisy.

"Oh, my! I just wish I had clothes on!"

"If you like, I'll do a drawing of you with clothes for free."

"You're a sweetheart, Daryl. I'd cherish the picture."

"I'll do it!"

I told her she could get off the bed, after I started on the second drawing. I found it was a lot faster drawing another drawing. I didn't make any decisions, just duplicated the lines. I had four finished, plus the original before my hand got sore.

I showed the drawing to Daisy.

"This one should cost more," she said, of the first.

"I agree. Do you have any special customers who might want it?"

"I can think of two. Do you need me?"

"No. I think I'll finish the others in the sitting room. Then you can do whatever you need...to."

I stood up. I left my drawing things in the sitting room and went to take a piss. I realized I was really hungry. I went to the kitchen. Sam made me a sandwich out of ham, cheese, and fresh bread. I saw it was almost four o'clock. I thought I would be finished by four. I ate the sandwich quickly as I walked upstairs. I went back to work. By a little after five, I had the twelve drawings. My hand hurt like hell. I shook it for a while and went downstairs. There was music, singing and laughter. The place was fairly busy. It looked like a party was going on. Pa, Rafe, and Joey were sitting at a table with Tom. They were all laughing. I waved and walked over to Harry, who was standing at the bar.

"Let's see what you got! You did twelve?"

"Thirteen. One's different."

I lined them up on the bar.

Harry looked at all of them, but picked up the first one. He nodded his head as he looked at it.

"I don't know if this one should be three dollars or four."

"Yesterday, you said no one would pay four," I said.

"That was for a photograph. This is art." He looked at it and nodded his head. "I'll have it framed and charge four. That's two bucks for you."

I smiled.

"The others are good, too. It's a shame about the lace."

"Please, no more lace!"

Harry chuckled.

"Tom told me the problem. I hadn't thought of that. If you skimp on the detail, it looks like fish net."

I nodded.

"Well, we learn as we go!"

Harry reached into his pocket and took out two gold coins. He handed them to me.

"Happy Christmas, Daryl."

I hadn't thought of getting Harry anything.

"You've got a look of panic on your face. Get rid of it. Smile. The gift is from Tom and me. Mostly me," he added, smiling.

"Thanks, Harry."

"Come in tomorrow, if you feel like it. Otherwise, I'll see you the day after."

I stuck my hand out and laughed, as I pulled it back. I told myself I needed to remember not to shake hands with men I've sucked!

I leaned forward and whispered to Harry.

"And I thought what you gave me earlier was my gift."

Harry laughed, loudly.

I walked over to the table.

"You finished?" Pa asked.

"Yup."

I still had the coins in my hand. That reminded me of the gifts I'd bought for Pa and Rafe.

"I forgot something."

I turned around.

"Where are the gifts I bought?" I asked Harry.

"George? His purchases."

George lifted a wooden box, painted red and put it on the bar.

"Thanks," I said, smiling. "Happy Christmas, George."

"I'm not religious. But you have one, Daryl."

I nodded and picked up the box.

"Are we ready to go?" I asked Pa.

"What is in the box?"

"Women's underthings."

Rafe laughed.

"Well, he was upstairs!"

"Each lady gave me a gift. I won't be wearing them, but..." I looked at Pa.

"Don't look at me!" Pa said.

We laughed.

"I want to see the drawings," Joe said.

I looked behind me. They were still on the bar. Two customers were looking at them. Harry stood next to them, grinning.

I put the box on the table while the others got up and walked over to the bar.

Pa looked at them and then looked at me.

"These are good, son!"

Harry handed Pa the best one.

"When I taught you how to draw, I had other things in mind," Pa said, as he looked at the drawing.

All the men laughed.

"You spect apples and grapes?" one of the customers asked Pa.

"Or maybe a horse in a field."

"With a naked woman on her?" Harry asked.

We all laughed.

"I didn't even know you knew what one of those was!" Pa said, pointing between Daisy's legs.

All the men laughed. One of them started choking, he was laughing so hard.

"Let's go," Pa said.

I put my drawing things on the gift box and picked it up.

"I'll carry that," Joe said.

"Thanks."

I took my sketchpad, pencils, and charcoal.

We left the saloon. The sun had just set, but there was still enough light to see well. The little town was crowded, with people out shopping, I guessed. Lanterns were lit and handing from the eaves of the buildings. I looked over at Joe Carpenter's store and saw it was full of people.

"I'll meet you at the cabin," Rafe said, as he walked over to Carpenters."

I looked at Pa.

"He's got more shopping to do. The three of us will take the wagon and he will ride the new horse home."

I nodded.

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