Date: Sat, 22 Apr 2017 15:01:40 -0400
From: Orson Cadell <orson.cadell@gmail.com>
Subject: Off the Magic Carpet 8

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*****

JoJo just stared as comprehension dawned slowly. A deep, shuddering gasp
signalled his return to consciousness. I slapped his ass, hard, "Now GIT!"
I've seen hares move slower being chased by hawks. I had little doubt that
there would be two very sore, very happy, very horrified cowboys at
supper. I smiled and found Gunny waiting for me as I closed and latched the
barn. He just smiled, shook his head and chuckled. We sauntered back to the
house just as this blur of wheat-brown gelding nearly mowed us down, moving
fast enough you couldn't really tell if there was a rider of not.

*****

Off the Magic Carpet 8: Big & Little Carl

By Bear Pup

Gunny and I set off to the new barn. As expected, JoJo had left an absolute
trail of disruption in his haste. We chatted as we straightened tack and
such, then checked on the other inhabitants of the barn. We have eight
horse-stalls, six (including Blaze) with tenants. Ray and Baxter do the
mucking out before breakfast each day, the same way that JoJo collects the
eggs and Gunny checks the near-in troughs.

"So," Gunny starts, the change in voice clearly suggesting that casual chat
is over for a few minutes at least, "how much of that was pure bullshit
back there, Sergeant?"

"You'll have to be more specific, Gunny." I chuckle.

"Did your pa really give you a lot of talk when you were growing."

"Oh, that. Yeah, and much better than I gave J-- Sammy. He sat me down the
day after my birthday each year and went over what would suddenly become
important. He took most of the day each time. He was, he was a good man,
Gunny. Sorry you never met him."

"Well, Sergeant, I did meet him, truth be told."

I turned full to him. "Really? When?"

"Well, let me be more specific. I met your pa, but didn't know until long
after I came to work here that the man I met had been your pa, if that
makes any sense."

"Frankly, no, Gunny."

He chuckled. "I'm originally from Cedar Vale. I was, oh, 17, about to turn
18 and already planning on joining the Corps. So early summer of 1918. I'd
done with schooling and was working for the Tack & Feed that Old Man Caney
ran in 'the big town' of Cedar Vale," he chuckled again at the thought, "So
I was helping load some new stuff for ailing cattle. Can't recall what it
was specific, but it had to be Purina cuz of the checked bags. Customer was
an older cowboy," Gunny laughs at that, "well 'older' from the perspective
of a kid; the guy was early-thirties? Somewhere in there."

He paused for a minute and I stepped out to the shady side of the barn so's
we could smoke. I had switched to Chesterfields when I got back and I now
enjoyed the filters that had seemed so strange at first. Gunny had a nasty
old cheroot. I never asked where he got the vile things. I knew they came
from India and he'd picked the habit up from British tars. One good thing,
though; once he had a cheroot puffing, every midge, fly, wasp and mosquito
fled at speed.

"Anyhow, I was loading and my mind drifted as a young man's will, and by
nature to a pretty clerk at the dry-good store. I looked up when the cowboy
coughed. I met his eyes and he dropped his gaze to my pants and I near
died." Gunny had such a sly smile as he spoke. "So's the guy hollered out
to Old Man Cayley sayin how he needed a hand with unloading the feed, seein
how he was short from the draft. The Old Man hollered back, 'Take the
kid. Maybe you can get some work outta'em.' I hated that old dustbody. The
cowboy said as how he'd have me back the next day, and I don't think Cayley
even heard nor cared.

"So's anyhow, he pulls me up to the wagon and we're off.  T'was about 3
hour each way. We got there, well, here to be exact. Place looked different
then and it took me a while to put two and two together all those years
later. So's we get here, unload in the Old Barn -- where we're sitting was
laid foundation and nothing more -- and it was hot and dusty work and it's
nearing dusk. He pulls me to the side of the washhouse and strips off,
stepping under something I'd never actually seen, a warm-water shower.

"I was nekkid and wet fore you could holler Howdy. I hit that nice hot
water and sighed; knots unwinding that I'd forgotten I had. Sadly,
t'weren't the only thing unwound; my pecker loved it as much as the rest of
me. 'Son,' he says, 'you got mighty trouble with that thing.'

"Well I blushed seven shades of hell and just sputtered. He stepped out and
dried off and I went to do the same, only he dried me hiself. Touchin
wasn't something I was useta, so I was fenceposting by the time he handed
me my jeans. 'Back shortly. Relax in the barn,' he grunted."

Gunny was lost in memory, and I saw it was a pleasant one. He was
'fenceposting' down the right leg of his jeans as he spoke. "Well, that
cowboy was a quiet one and no mistake. He came back just as the sun left
for good with a basket of hot chicken and biscuits with honey-butter which
he proceeded to share out. Nary a grunt tween us through the meal then,
'We'll bed out here.'

"Well I was floored. 'But you got a house!' He looked at me and said, 'And
a 3-year boy with tantrums and a missus ready to kill me. S'why's I brought
dinner out.'" Gunny got thoughtful. "Ya know, when I started talking I
didn't really think. That crabby young'un is now my boss! Man, how the
world does turn... So that cowboy went over and grabbed some blankets and
spread them on the hay.

"He stripped off down to drawers and gave me a cocked eyebrow and I did the
same. He gave an almighty frown at the state of my drawers and
scowled. 'Son, your pappy never talked to you bout that problem?' I was in
full blush again as I realised I was hard as stone and it showed, in
addition to not having clean unders. I looked down and mumbled, 'Nosir'.

"'Yain't getting on these blankets dirty. You're clean under, so strip.' I
was absolutely mortified and just stood there. He sighed, stood and
stripped off himself and I got a full view of what I only glimpsed in that
shower.

"Now, I had a dad but he moved south for the work when I was a toddler. I
had an uncle and a gramps, but they never got close enough to talk, you
know, bout that, just bout the work. I was a farmboy, so's I knew what all
the moving parts was for, but had seen few actual units in real life, like,
so I didn't have much to compare to. At the time, he looked like he had a
club down there. In hindsight, he was a bit longer and thinner than the
average hang, but with real high, real tight balls.

"Tell ya true, I was shaking so hard I had trouble finding the waist of my
own drawers! I pulled em down and SPROING up pops Little Carl to say
Howdy!"

"Little Carl?"

He gives me a long pitying look. "Sergeant, you don't think I was BORN a
Gunny, do you?" He smiled and held out his hand, "Carlisle Marsh, USMC
Gunnery Sergeant, at your service, sir!"

I laughed and shook, "Don't 'sir' me Gunny; I work for a living just like
you!" He laughed too. I flushed. It really never occurred to me to ask his
given name. Back then, a guy's name what whatever he introduced himself as,
and a guy just... didn't ask. "So, Marsh, huh? I stroked my chin. Any
relation to Dennis Marsh? Maybe Danny? He was a friend of JoJo's, um,
Sammy's before I left."

"Actually, Denny and they're still buddies though they don't see much of
each other on the summers. And, yes, we're related a couple of ways. You
know ranch families. His daddy is my cousin's son on my own daddy's side
and his mom is -- well, was, she passed -- my cousin on my momma's
side. We, um, we don't talk though, like at all. My, well, my time in the
Corps and all, and I may have, um, left a gal who got married a bit quick
after I hitched out?" He coughed and I looked away. Not rare, but you don't
come back to the family after you do that. I was surprised that he came
back to the county!

"So, back to that barn and Little Carl. My face was as red as my pecker
when I finally got my drawers off and kicked em away. He just frowned and
grunted me to sit. I did, trying to hide my condition. 'Nothin to shame
from, kid. You know what it's for?'

"I sputtered and mumbled, 'babies'. He just sighed all deep
like. 'Babies. K. You spunk yourself, right? You ain't that dumb, are ya?'

"Now, what young 'man' wants to face he's ignorant bout what 'man' means? I
puffed up like a bantam and started to make teakettle noises. 'Shush, lest
you want to stay ignorant and get yourself in real trouble.' The steam just
fizzed out and I felt about an six inches tall, yet with a bright-red
six-foot pecker to boot. Damn, son, but I wanted to die.

"He looked and said, 'Guessed the trouble, there in the feed lot. S'why I
asked Old Man Crabapple to borrow ya. Walk round with that and no teaching
and you're trouble, and maybe the marrying kind, and you don't want that.'
My eyes had to be huge, just like Sammy's was today." He chuckled, "And
Damn, son, if you didn't play that boy like a fiddle!

"So he sits cross-legged and says, 'Start basic. Yep. Pecker's for making
babies. Spunk is your seed. You know that from bulls and stallions. Ever
see farm dogs hump?' I nodded. 'Hump a leg?' Nodded again. 'You think
they're planning on whelping your leg, son?' My mouth, dry as a bone just
dropped. 'They hump same reason you spunk yourself. Difference is, yain't a
dog, are ya?' Shake.

"I'd lost all power of speech by then, and had just noticed that that
serpent in the cowboy's fork was starting to do a snake dance of its own,
thickening and uncurling. I couldn't take my eyes off it. 'Man's got
control,' he says 'Take care of it on your time, not whenever a leg, hand
or woman comes handy.'

"He stands to get something from the tack shelf. He was long, lean, dark
brown when the sun hit and milk white elseways. All muscle and man. The
kinda man ever ranchboy wants to be. He turns back with a tin. Hand to God,
I will never to my dying day forget the tin, the smell or the
brand. Propert's Dubbin." Gunny sighed, deep and long.

"He pulls out a fingerful, rolls the fingers into a first so's his palm is
coated and leans forward. I near shit. His hand comes straight to Little
Carl and that Propert's, smelling of bees and beef -- beeswax and tallow --
and I bout screamed as that slick palm slides tip to root. I'm barely
holding on as he skins me back and explains about washing the behind the
head, scraping off who knows how much cheese. Gets it all greasy then pulls
the skin back up, and I'm breathing all," Gunny starts goring 'uhu-uhu-uhu'
"and then that bas--, um, your papa pulled off and said, 'Hold it.'

"HOLD IT? I was 17 and two seconds from blowing. Both hands shot forward to
grab myself and both got locked in his strong fists. 'You a dog, son?' My
eyes were crossed but I still had nuff sense to shake my head. 'Then hold.'
I near cried, but it tapered off. When I was breathing again, he just said,
'You think spunkin is all that counts?'

"Well, hell YEAH, but I knew not to say so. And then did start the tour of
every heaven and hell known to the angels. All the touch stuff you talked
to Sammy bout? Ever bit of it. Keeping clean, ever part I had and some
ain't never been touched fore that. He kept a hand on my pecker but never
let me spill, pinching all brutal at just that very worst of times! He
explained ball work, tit work, ass work... well, that was the touch that
put me over the cliff, but it didn't stop the lesson. That cowboy just
wiped me down, gave me a big old glass of water and kept right on.

"Next up was kissing and cuddling, then foreplay on a woman -- using me as
the demonstrator model -- and then to the lesson that kept me alive for 11
years in the Corps. He musta used half that tin of Propert's to get me
ready, and he introduced me to the one part of my body that I thank the
good Lord for every day.

"He had me on my hands and knees, having just explained some of the muscles
that get a body all hot and bothered when you rub em right. He leaned
forward and whispered, 'This'll hurt, son, but you'll like it.' I near shot
through the barn roof when his long finger when up there, and I was close
to turning to deck him when damned if he didn't find God's Own Spot. From
that first finger, I was sold.

"He greased me up and stretched me out, keeping me panting and moaning and
whining with regular forays to that butt-nut or my tits or my tip. Well,
Sergeant, he was the first to mount me, and he fucked two more teen loads
outta me, not one of them using his hands or mine. I never imagined
anything of the like. We spent another two hours going over women and love
and sex and play and marriage and fatherhood, but my mind was, well, flat
gone by then. We wrapped up with a master course on manual intervention
that left me flat dead to the world. The distraction for that later part is
likely why I mighta left cous-- um, that one girl with an urgent need for
matrimony, but truth told, it could have been at least two other guys I
knew for certain.

"So, 11 years in the Corps. Sergeant, I didn't make it through boot before
making use of that cowboy's skills and instruction. And it served me well
and proper through nearly three hitches. Them skills was also what brought
my own *very* honourable discharge. You might have heard tell of 'an
unfortunate incident with an officer'?"

I smiled, "Yes, Gunny, and I've thought for years it meant you decked some
fresh-face college pissant with Lieutenant JG bars for putting your men in
harm's way by his boneheaded stupidity. I'm guessing I was mistaken?"

He laughed richly, "Well, I did do that more than once but it never got me
busted. I always had the trust and respect of senior officers. They knew
that if I beat some sense into a LT, he probably needed twice what I gave
him. Actually, it was a *very* aptly-named Rear Admiral. I've always been
accommodating, and after a while the RADM decided he liked taking as much
giving. I had just finished giving and giving good and we flipped round. He
mounted me and let out a moan to be heard across the harbour. Turns out it
didn't need to travel that far. Mrs Admiral had just walked in, heels,
white dress, white hat and all."

"Oh, sweet Jesus!"

"Ain't the half of it. So, wifey-poo sees RADM ramming away with my own
jism leaking out of his ass and lets out a scream to wake the dead. What it
woke was a passing set of MPs, one of whom was the son of, get this, the
Provost Marshal."

"Oh, you shitting me, Gunny?"

"Hand to God, Sergeant, I was already sketching out my last words for the
firing squad when things got... interesting. The aforementioned
MP-son-of-the-Provo was, shall we say, well acquainted with me. In fact,
he'd been fucking me to hell and back for about six months. That kid was a
marvel, Sergeant. He could cum three straight times without pulling out or
going soft. Damn fine stud." I lost Gunny there for a minute as he
reminisced. He shook himself and continued.

"Anyway, turns out that sonny-boy's talents were no secret to daddy, and
they both had a really good reason to either shoot me or ship me home, and
quick. The kicker was the need to save the jizzed-up Rear Admiral's rear. I
was on fastest boat back to the states before I could pack -- they sent my
kit after me, no lie." I was laughing so hard I choked on my smoke, eyes
watering as much from mirth as that foul cheroot in Gunny's maw. When I
finally got my breath back, I just had to know.

"So, Gunny, wh-what happened to the Rear Admiral's rear?"

With a face so straight you could use it as a level, he replied, "He's a
Senator in the Nebraska Legislature." I was back in stitches. "I seen the
news pictures when he ran for governor and lost, oh, three years back? Tell
you what, he's got a rough-and-tumble 'personal aide' that makes me look
polished, and a wife in some very nice jewels."

He let me laugh myself out, enjoying a good reaction to a tale well
told. "So, um, Gunny. What about you, well, since then?"

He got a calculating look and sat for the longest time then slowly
smiled. "Wellllllll, truth told, it's the same on land as sea. Same needs
and the same dangers. I, well, like your father, Sergeant, I try and keep
my special friends out of the immediate vicinity. There's always something
the ranch needs that the Milt can't get and the locals don't carry. An
occasional trip to Independence, Coffeyville or even Wichita is sometimes
called for." He got a look that was half way between intrigued and
worried. "Why do you ask, Sergeant?"

I considered for a while, looking at him. He was shorter than me, but not
by much, and a lot stockier. He had the build of a sailor with huge legs
and forearms and big shoulders, but the main thing that had caught my eye
since I got home (and, truth be told, before I ever left) was a luscious,
meaty ass and (as I knew from watching the shower) plenty of fur and a cock
like a fireplug. "Well, Gunnery Sergeant, I was just wondering if they
still sold Propert's..."

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