Date: Fri, 29 May 2020 14:17:27 +0000
From: DurtyRiter <DurtyRiter@protonmail.com>
Subject: The Battlefield, Chapter 10: Copper Ass

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Chapter 10: Copper Ass

I let my hand wander over Solomon's body, slowly moving down his stomach,
gently playing with the curly pubic hair. I liked to play with his limp
cock. I liked to feel it grow hard and strong. Then I would suck on it till
it gave up its juices. He was such a virile man, I seemed to get strength
each time he had an orgasm in my mouth.

I told him, "So many wonderful and strange things have happened since I
came west. I never dreamed I would meet Roberto, Ben, or about healthy male
sex, or be a ranch owner."

Solomon asked me, "You own a ranch?"

"Yes, this one."

His calloused hand cupped my ass, "Never fucked a white boss's ass
before. Real nice ass too, just made for my fucking." He hesitated. "Wait a
minute: how did you get to own this ranch?"

"I told you how Ben and I got to know each other. He always wanted me to
know everything about running a ranch. Several times he remarked he wanted
me to stay and never leave. That was no problem for me. I was at home on
the ranch. Often times we would go to bed together, just touch each other
and talk. Oh, lots of time we had good hot sex. Sometimes I think he
treated me as the son he never had."

"Well one day his horse fell and rolled on him. After the funeral, I found
out he had willed me the ranch, so I own this ranch we are on."

I went up to the lake many times. It became one of my favorite spots on the
ranch. I thought of Roberto. I thought of Ben. I thought many times of my
love for both of them.

I thought of Wu too, but he was different. I never had the closeness with
Wu that I had with Roberto and Ben.

For months, we enjoyed each other to the fullest. Then one day, while we
were having an extra cup of coffee at the kitchen table alone; Wu told me
he was interested in Steve, one of the hands on the ranch. In fact, the
same hand he had thrown the cleaver over his head when Steve said he liked
his ass and would fuck him. But now this was who Wu wanted. And got. Hell,
at first is felt bad, but I couldn't fire him as he was the best cook in
the valley. Nor could I order him to crawl in my bed just because I was the
boss, so we agreed to be the best of friends and so we remain. Sure, missed
his hot body on cold nights.

The calm waters of the lake soothed me. I never let myself go like I had
when Roberto left. Now I had the responsibilities of the ranch. The harder
I worked the easier it was not to feel sorry for myself.

When I would leave the lake, I would leave Roberto and Ben there. Maybe
you'll think I'm crazy, but it calmed me and I had a ranch to run. The crew
depended on me.

Then one day the Indian I had kept out of jail showed up.

I had taken my usual swim getting a good workout. I lay down on a blanket I
kept stashed under some rocks. I guess I must have fallen asleep.

Suddenly I felt a presence as a shadow fell on my naked body, blocking out
the sun. I opened my eyes. I recognized him at once. He stood close to my
head as I gazed at two heavy muscled legs ending in a crotch covered with a
loin cloth. His lower legs were covered with badly worn scuffed boots, but
the rest of his legs were bare. His crotch looked huge. I guess from the
angle I was seeing it.

After a moment of gazing in pleasure at his covered cock, I realized I was
naked. I started to cover myself with my hands. Realizing that was foolish,
I let them drop at my sides. Hell, if he wanted to see what equipment I
had, let him look.

I said to him, "Hello, nice day isn't it?" Damn, I always was a brilliant
conversationalist. But then, what do you say when you are lying naked as a
big buck Indian is examining you from head to foot? I couldn't tell
anything from his expression.

He spoke in a low emotionless tone, "You kept me out of jail. Why?"

For a minute I didn't know how to answer him. What I had done was on an
impulse. I thought back to that day. Several of the hands and I were out
riding fence when we saw the sheriff coming with the Indian in cuffs.

The sheriff told me when he got close, "Found this buck butchering one of
your cows. The whole family was there but I'm only taking him in. Couldn't
handle them all. Besides he is probably the one who shot the cow."

I heard one of my crew mutter, "Poor bastard. He'll probably get life if
they don't hang him. Besides, I saw that tribe the other day. They are
probably starving."

I thought, for one cow and a starving family, he spends the rest of his
life in jail?

I spoke up. "Sheriff, there seems to be a mistake. This young man came to
me the other day for some work, but we are full up. I found out his family
was starving, so I told him he could butcher a cow to feed them then work
it off at roundup time." I turned to Hawk, the Indian on the crew, "This is
the man, isn't it?"

His eyes bored into mine, but there was no expression on his face or in his
voice as he backed me up, "Yes, boss, this is the same one." I laughed
inside: he lied better than I did.

I turned to the sheriff. "I certainly am glad to know you are doing one
hell of a good job keeping an eye on things. I want you to know, if at any
time we can be of help, just let me know."

He didn't believe me, but wasn't sure what to do so said sarcastically,
"Glad for your help. Especially the good job I'm doing. Ride all day with
no results for it."

"Sheriff, I mean it. You need help, just yell. I guess you know that you
sure as hell have all the votes from this ranch in the next election."

Our horses had roamed a little apart from the rest. I leaned forward
placing my hand on his thigh for emphasis. I told him, "If I can do
something, just let me know."

His gloved hand covered mine and pressed it hard into his thigh. A light
smile twisted his lips, "Well now, that just might be a good offer I'll
take you up on." He drew my hand up his thigh into his crotch. I could feel
his full balls through his jeans.

I smiled in return, closing my hand so I had a good grip on his genitals. I
cupped them, rolled them around, closing my hand so he could feel my grip
on his cock. "Yes, sir, sheriff, we'll have to have a meeting on how to
handle outlaws."

"Outlaws hell; how to handle important things."

He continued. "You know," now he was openly smiling, "I'm going to have a
hell of an uncomfortable ride back to town what with my hardon rubbing
against the saddle."

"Sorry about that. But the friction will just keep it warm for the next
time."

"I'm going to hold you to that. Oh, what the hell. If you say so, OK. It's
your cow." He took the cuffs off the Indian and rode off.

The two Indians talked to each other in their native tongue. I could tell
my crew member was laying down the law. He turned to me saying, "I told him
to feed his family, but if he killed one more cow, I would come and hang
him myself. He knows I mean it."

As we rode back to the ranch, I told the Indian to get some supplies from
the cook. Take it to the family if they were really starving.

He looked at me, "Why you do this?"

I thought for a moment. "Hawk, it's hell to be hungry. I know. I've been
hungry, not knowing where my next meal was coming from. I know what it is
to have an empty belly."

Nothing more was said on the ride back to the ranch, but the next day the
foreman told me. "Boss, the Indian took off with a pack horse loaded with
food. I think you ought to know that he thinks you are something
special. By the way, you want anyone killed just tell him; he will take
care of it."
      "You're kidding."

"No, I mean it. He feels he will always owe you for what you did. You ever
need anything done and no questions asked, he's your man. He's a big shot
in his tribe and possibly the most dangerous man on the spread. He likes
you and all you have to do is ask. He'll do it."

Now the same Indian stood over me. I wondered what was about to happen but
felt no fear. I was curious, but he didn't seem threatening.

He stood there saying nothing. Just looking down at my nakedness. I didn't
notice any change in his face, but it seemed to me he had come to a
decision. His eyes seemed to take on an additional glitter.

He said, "I see you many times with Roberto here at the pool. Roberto now
gone. You come alone so I take Roberto's place. I give you my cock to
suck. Then I fuck you real good. I have nice cock. You like it."

I was startled. How the hell did he know about Roberto? He must have seen
us sometime here at the lake. We had been here often enough.

I sat up, thinking I'd stand up. But he moved in front of me. He stepped
over me so one foot was on each side of my body. I couldn't stand if I
wanted to.

My head was even with his crotch. It was impossible not to notice the bulge
in his loin cloth. His genitals bulged the cloth. Hell, I thought, it looks
like he's built like a horse.

He took my head in both hands, saying, "I know you like. You kept me out of
jail and fed my family. Roberto is gone. Now I make you feel good."

Before I could say anything, he pressed my face in his crotch. The pungent
smell raced thru my nostrils. Holding my head in position, he rubbed his
crotch back and forth over my face. I could smell the leather, the sweat of
his crotch, the campfires, and that undefinable smell of a man.

I couldn't help myself, the feel of the crotch on my face, the smell,
caused my cock to start to fill. The juices in me started to come to the
top. I ran my hands up the back of his legs. I could feel the strength of
his calves, then searched upwards reaching the beginning curve of his
ass. My hands crept under the loin cloth. I took each buttock in my hands
rubbing and playing with the hard flesh. He sighed. I knew he liked me
playing with his ass.

He released my head and let it fall back from his groin. He did something I
didn't see and suddenly the loin cloth fell away. He tossed it aside. Now I
could see all of him. Except for his boots, and medicine bag around his
neck, he was as naked as I was. There was his cock and balls right in front
of me. His cock was beautiful. Naturally, he had never been cut. The head
was covered with a hood of flesh. It was a deep copper color, deeper and
darker than the rest of his body. There was no hair on his body except
around his cock, which was coal black.

Again his hands pulled my head forward, pressing it firmly against his cock
and balls. The smell arising from his now freed cock and balls was sweeter
than any flower. It seemed to have an odor that penetrated my whole
being. I was drugged. He no longer had to hold my head. I pressed my face
firmly against him. I took my tongue running it the length of his cock. It
seemed to be filling slowly.

My face pressed between his thighs. I could feel his cock and balls rest on
my eyes as I licked his inner thighs. He spread his legs wider giving me
more access to wash under his balls.

Grabbing his ass with my hands, I pulled him tightly against my face. Then
I relaxed the pressure. I could feel his cock start to firm. I gasped it in
one hand pointing it towards my mouth. He jumped as I pressed my lips to
his cock head, kissing and playing over it with my tongue. I took more of
it in my mouth.

I could sense his excitement as his cock hardened. Now it stood straight
from his groin. I no longer had to hold it, so again I ran my hands over
his buttocks and even ran a finger down the crack of his ass. He was so
startled being touched there that he pushed forward. Just what I wanted to
give me more control of his cock.

As I pushed his foreskin back with my lips, I could taste the maleness of
his unwashed cock. I was excited with the maleness of it. My own cock
started to fill, standing upright. My lips sank lower. I could taste the
cock cheese as I pushed the foreskin back with my lips. I took all of his
cock in my mouth until my nose was buried in the hair surrounding his
manhood. He grunted in pleasure. I could feel his cock banging the back of
my throat. I held him in place with a firm grip on his ass cheeks, pulling
him to my waiting mouth.

I started to pull back from his groin to get a breath of air. He
immediately gripped my head again, holding it in place. His hips starting
fucking my mouth. I could feel his ass flex under my hands, feel his cock
ramming over my lips time and time again. In his eagerness, he pushed too
hard. I fell backwards on the grass. In a second, he had dropped to his
knees pinning my arms to my sides. He lunged forward on his hands. I gazed
in admiration at his male lance as it hovered over my lips. I opened my
mouth to receive him. It felt so good as it entered. It was so firm, so
full, so round. He slowly rammed it home until my nose was again buried in
his cock hair. I could feel his balls resting on my chin. I would have
liked to suck on his balls, but he gave me no time. He was all business as
he began to fuck my mouth.

Each time he thrust forward, his wet stomach pressed against my face. The
sweat poured over our bodies as our passions took control. His thrusts sped
up. He cried out in pleasure as the jism started to explode.

For some strange reason, he pulled his cock from my mouth and shot his load
all over my face. My face was covered with his jism. He took his cock and
rubbed his cum over my face using his cock as a paint brush. I licked the
jism off his cock and balls. He was saying something in his own language.

I waited for his next move. I was hot. It was erotic as all hell to have my
face washed with his cum. I didn't have long to wait. He slid backwards so
he rested on my stomach. Then spit on his hand, rubbed the spittle on his
ass. Grabbing my cock, he raised himself, then lowered his ass on my
cock. As my cock slid in his ass, I was rapidly going out of my mind.

I started to fuck his hot confining ass. I didn't know how close I was
until suddenly I was blasting my cum up his ass. He murmured, "Good,
good. You fuck me like you fucked Roberto."

My limp cock dropped from his ass. He stood up, not saying a word, walked
into the lake, washed himself. I felt lazy and almost sleepy. I forced
myself to follow him, and dove deep to wash the sex smell from my body. I
came up, turned and looked at him. He was already leaving the lake. He
dressed and not saying a word, walked away.

A strange man.