Date: Fri, 01 May 2020 16:08:04 +0000
From: DurtyRiter <DurtyRiter@protonmail.com>
Subject: The Battlefield, Chapter 4 (Revised)

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Chapter 4: First Taste

As we lay in bed waiting out the storm, I continued to tell Solomon my
story:

I just couldn't believe what had happened the night before when I saw Red
and Steve the next morning at breakfast. They seemed completely natural,
showing no guilt of what they had been doing, sucking each other's cocks. I
just couldn't understand it. 'Are all cowboys like this?' I wondered. 'Did
my uncle ben know what was going on?'

My thoughts were all mixed up. I had never been exposed to such behavior. I
had no thought of bringing it up to my uncle, but it scared me a little to
know I was in unknown territory. How should I react? What should I do?

Fortunately, I didn't have to make a decision right then. My uncle asked me
after breakfast if I just wanted to loaf or if I wanted to help out.

"Help out of course," I told him.

"Well the stalls in the barn need cleaning," he said. "And don't forget to
wear your hat. The sun is hot here."

I put on my new hat and looked at him. "Does this make me a cowboy?"

"No. But cleaning out the stalls might."

I just grinned. "Well I know there are two ends of a horse, so I guess it
doesn't matter which end I start at."

For the first time since I had known him, he grinned. "That's true, and the
work end is the rear end."

We went over to the barn and he showed me where he wanted the horse shit
dumped and also where to get clean hay for the horse bedding.

I went to work shoveling the shit in a wheelbarrow, then taking it outside
to dump it in a pile that would later be spread over the pastures. It
wasn't long before I had worked up a good sweat, so I took off my shirt and
hung it on a nail. I was surprised at how weak I was. Before the wounding
and the stay in the hospital, I could work all day. But now after an hour
or two, I felt exhausted, so I sat down on a bale of hay to take a
breather.

Just then, Uncle Ben walked in. "Resting?" he asked, almost with a sneer.

"Yes," I answered. "I haven't got all my energy back after the stay in the
hospital." It sounded lame, like an excuse. I didn't like the way it made
me sound.

His eyes ran over my body, stopping at the scars. "What's this?" he asked.

"I got hit at Gettysburg."

"Twice?"

"Twice in the chest and once in the leg."

"Why didn't you tell me? You don't have to do this work."

"I don't mind working," I told him. "In fact, I like having something to
do. I just can't work as much as I should yet."

"Look," he said. "I didn't know about all those wounds, so only work as
much as you want to. Rest when you need to. In fact, you can let the rest
of this go if you want. It can be done later."

"No thank you. I like to finish what I start. I'll get them all clean."

His eyes were like beams searching my face for a hidden meaning. His glance
changed when he realized I meant what I said. "Ok, ok," he growled. "Do
what you like. And let's drop this uncle stuff: call me Ben like everyone
else." He turned and left the barn.

Somehow, I knew I had passed my first test without knowing it was a
test. Then I looked around. 'Boy I have a hell of a lot more shit to
shovel,' I laughed to myself. I picked up the shovel again for another
load.

I finished the job late in the afternoon. While I was putting away the
tools, I saw Roberto, the Mexican I had met earlier, ride up to the
corral. He had been riding brush and wore chaps to protect his legs. The
chaps were buckled around his slim waist. The inner edges covering his
inner thighs cupped his balls and lifted them so they bulged as if a hand
cupped them. He had a lot of equipment. He unsaddled, put his horse in the
corral, and headed for the bunkhouse. He never gave me a glance, but my
eyes locked onto him. What was it about him, I wondered. Was it an air of
cockiness? No, a sureness: sure of his ability to handle himself, which
gave off an air of 'Don't mess with me, mister.'

Red, the foreman, had told me that Roberto was one of the toughest men on
the spread. Oh, he wasn't big, nor did he have brute strength, but he was
deadly with both his guns and a knife. Red told me he kept a knife in a
sheath inside his shirt behind his back. He could draw it and throw faster
than most men could use a gun.

"Keep your distance and don't fool with him. He goes his own way and does
his own thing."

I thought somehow I was going to get to know him. I felt drawn to him.

The next morning Uncle Ben had a job for Roberto and me. He told him to
show me around the ranch and check on the cattle in the North Valley in
particular.

As we walked toward the corral, Roberto looked at me. "You new out here?"

"Yes," I said. "And I'd better tell you now that I know nothing about
horses or how to take care of them. I did all my time in the Army walking,
not riding."

His face was sober as he looked at me. "It's easy," he said. "Roberto the
best around. Just do as I tell you. We get along fine."

He spoke in a soft slow accented drawl, probably from his Spanish
background. It was the voice of someone accustomed to and expects to be
obeyed. I offered no objection.

We spent most of the day in the saddle riding around the ranch. He showed
me a beautiful little lake in the North valley which was the source of the
creek that ran through the ranch.

The next morning I could hardly get out of bed. When I walked in the
kitchen for breakfast, they all grinned and started making jokes about
tenderfoots who rode horses. Roberto took no notice at how sore I was and
how slow I was moving. After Red made one more friendly tenderfoot joke, I
looked at him.

"There is nothing tender about my feet, Red. I can walk for miles. It's my
tender butt. How can a saddle be so hard? It can't be me. You must have put
me on a hard horse." I laughed. "Why, I'm so sore that I think even my
you-know-whats are stiff and bruised."

"Don't look stiff to me," Red drawled.

I blushed when I understood his meaning. The crew laughed. They didn't
hesitate in cracking wise at my expense. I grinned with them, thinking of a
saddle sore stiff cock. When they saw I could take a joke, it turned into a
lot of fun. I was the butt of it all, of course. I enjoyed it, but oh was I
sore! I discovered muscles on the inside of my legs that I didn't know I
had, and my butt felt like someone had beat on it all night long.

Uncle Ben hadn't said much, but somehow I thought I had passed another test
when I didn't object to the kidding of this tenderfoot. It seemed that was
the day the men accepted me as one of them. I liked that.

Red told me I would be riding with Roberto again today. We would be doing
some fence repair. As we walked towards the corral, Roberto told me he
would get my horse for me because it would take too long for me to rope
him.

Finally, I was ready. I put a foot in the stirrup, grabbed the saddle horn,
and pulled myself up. Except I didn't make it. All the sore muscles
screamed in pain, so I dropped down. I didn't know Roberto was behind me
until he grabbed my ass as I tried again, boosting me into the saddle.

He patted my butt as I settled in.

"Nice firm ass, just made for riding," he said.

I found out much later he was not referring to riding a horse.

"Thanks for the help," I told him. "How can one man be so stiff, so sore,
and still alive?"

"Happens to everyone their first time on a horse."

I smiled. "Are you sure it ever gets better?"

His face was sober as always, though I thought his eyes were laughing at
me. "I'm sure."

He took it slow riding to the fence. I'm certain to let my muscles loosen
up. Soon I almost felt normal. It flashed through my mind that my cock
should be sore, but I didn't ask Roberto about it. I thought it was the
better part of valor to keep my mouth shut.

One by one, we repaired the breaks. We would stretch the new barbed wire
until it was tight with a wire puller, then hammer in new staples to hold
the new wire in place. We would fix one break, then ride to the next where
it started all over again. It was hot, hard work.

Soon I was sweating, so I slipped off my shirt and hung it on the saddle
horn. Roberto didn't say anything, but I saw him eyeing the wounds on my
body. I was probably bare chested for an hour when he told me to put my
shirt on while we were riding to the next break.

"Oh, I'm alright," I said. "It feels cool this way."

He never said a word, but he gave me a look.

I started to wonder about his order. It hit me just as we arrived at the
next break. The sun was so hot I would soon get burned. I slipped on my
shirt and turned to him. "Roberto," I told him, "the next time you tell me
something for my own good and I don't do it, will you please take one of
these fence posts and hammer it into my thick head? If I hadn't put my
shirt on, I'd probably be sunburned. With the sore butt from the saddle and
burned skin from the sun, I sure as shit would be in a hell of a
mess. Thanks."

He stared at me without expression. "De nada," he said. "It is nothing. I
think we get along. You do what I say."

"From now on, you just tell me what to do. I'll do it."

It was strange how I wanted this man to accept me as an equal when I'd only
known him a few days.

By the end of the day, we were a team. Few orders had to be given. Each
knew what the other wanted as we worked together, fix a break, ride on, fix
the next break. The work had worked the soreness out of my body. I enjoyed
the physical labor. Both of us were covered with sweat and probably stunk
like old billy goats.

I saw him look at me several times as if judging me, trying to make up his
mind. I didn't say anything. In fact, we almost worked in silence the rest
of the day.

I had hammered in the last staple on the wire when he said "That's enough
for today. You work hard, I like that. Now we go to the lake and wash up."

"A swim in a lake will feel great!"

As we rode towards the lake, I had mixed feelings. Something drew me to the
man riding beside me. I wanted him to like me. I didn't feel the same way
with the other hands. Oh I liked them fine, but this man was different and
I didn't know why. He seemed to have a wall between himself and everyone
else. What was he like, I wondered.

After all the work and sweat in the hot sun, the lake looked
wonderful. Even the horses moved faster. They too appreciated the cool
lake. It shimmered there in the sun with a little ripple from the soft
breeze blowing over it.

We dismounted and led the horses to the water for a drink before picketing
them so they could chomp on the green grass around the lake. Much of the
lake was ringed with willows, but here there was a small beach. There was a
grassy slope rising from the short strip of sand.

As I stripped, I saw Roberto eyeing my body. I thought it was just at my
scars, but then I realized he was eyeing my cock and balls. Actually, I'm
rather proud of them: they're slightly larger than most men my size. I
never came in second when the kids in school compared their dicks.

I always loved the water. Like a kid, I yelled "Last one in is a monkey's
uncle!" I took a short run and dove into the water. Damn it felt good. I
immediately felt clean as I surfaced. I looked for Roberto. He was just
walking into the water. I could tell he wasn't too comfortable. Not like I
was. I am a good swimmer. I turned and raced across the lake.

Turning, I swam back. Roberto was now in to his waist, splashing water over
his chest. Hell, he hadn't even gotten his head wet yet. I took a breath
and dove. Swimming under the crystal clear water I could easily see his
bare legs as he braced himself on the lake floor.

I approached behind him. His feet were shoulder wide to keep his balance.

Holding my breath, I swam between his legs, got my feet under me, and
lifted him off the floor of the lake. His cock and balls rested on the back
of my neck. I heard him yell as I tossed him backwards. I was laughing in
pure pleasure. I hadn't tossed anyone since I was a kid.

He came up sputtering for air, wiping the water out of his eyes. I splashed
some more water in his face. He made a lunge for me, but missed. I splashed
him again. He made another lunge, but this time my foot slipped on a rock
and I went down. In a flash, he was on me wrapping in a bear hug with his
powerful arms. God he was strong!

It felt good as he crushed my naked body to his. "Now I got you. You're
going to pay for dumping me."

I laughed, "OK, but it sure is fun." I struggled a little bit, but to no
avail.

"Damn but you are strong," I told him. "So what are You going to do?"

"I don't know yet, but I sure will think of something. I just know you're
not going to get away."

Hell, I knew that; he was just too strong. But I thought I had to try just
for the fun of it. I was laughing. Enjoying myself.

For the first time, I saw his face break in a smile as he realized I wasn't
going to be able to break loose. He was enjoying the game too.

I felt his hand slowly start to trace down my back. Our wet bodies slipped
back and forth against each other. He seemed to be feeling each bone in my
spine. I got the strangest feeling. I was embarrassed as I felt our groins
and cocks rub together. He slowly began to make little movements pressing
our groins against one another. I felt his hand reach the top of my
ass. Somehow I knew he wasn't going to stop there. He was running his hand
all over my back and ass, caressing, stroking it. What should I do? No one
had ever touched me there. What the hell should I do? Oh hell, it felt so
good, I let it happen. Why not?

He shifted his hand, released me a little bit, then put his hand on our
cocks and positioned them between our stomaches. He captured my ass again,
drawing me to him. Our cocks were trapped between our bodies. Now his hands
were working my ass, sometimes squeezing the cheeks with his strong hand or
just petting it. He began to move his groin into mine. I found myself
pressing against him. It felt so good. I pressed my groin hard against him.

His face was close to mine. His brown eyes stared into my blue ones. I
heard him say, "I think I know what to do now. You like the feel of my body
and my cock, don't you, my little Thane?"

I was stunned. I didn't know what to say. I hesitated, then told him the
truth, it did feel good. "Yes," I told him, "I like the feel of your
body. I've never felt anything like this before." His eyes widened in
surprise, "My little Thane, you mean no man has taught you? No one has felt
your ass like this?"

"No, but it feels so good."

"You want me to stop? I will if you say so."

"Don't stop, it seems so good."

"You'll like it a lot more when I break you in." He paused, "You really are
a virgin?" he questioned.

"Yes."

He was smiling gently at me as he continued to let his hands roam over my
body arousing sensations in me I had never felt before.

"Little Thane," he said, "Will you trust me to teach you? I will make you
feel like a man. A real man. Do you trust me?"

I wasn't sure of all he was saying, but I knew I liked the feel of him. I
knew I could trust him. "I told you earlier to take a fence post to my hard
head if I didn't do what you said because I know you would never do
anything to me that was wrong."

His grin seemed to spread from ear to ear. His white teeth made a slash
across his darkly tanned face. I had never seen him smile before. It warmed
me. He leaned forward, placed his lips to mine, shocking me. No man had
ever kissed me. For a moment I felt embarrassed, but I opened my lips to
his, accepting his tongue in my mouth. Thrills raced through me as I ground
my lips into his. Now it was my groin that was pushing into his, smashing
the two cocks between our bellies.

He broke the kiss, saying, "Oh, I intend to use a fence post alright. But
it is going to be the one between my legs."

He shifted his grip and picked me up as if I didn't weigh anything. He
strode out of the water, up the bank, and lowered me on the grass. His lips
again found mine. Now I answered without any hesitation. I wanted him to do
what he was doing.

As he kissed me, I felt his hand roam over my chest, twist and roll the
nipples around. I never knew my nipples could make me feel so strange, yet
so good. I could feel myself getting hard.

His hand stroked the skin of my stomach, then circled my cock. He pulled on
it, freeing the head from its foreskin. I had never felt like this
before. I felt a faint blush, a flush of warmth race over my body. His hand
cupped my balls and rolled them around. I couldn't believe the urges racing
through my body. I'd never felt this way before.

He grasped my hand and slowly drew it to him. He gently placed it on his
stomach then gently guided it toward his crotch. My hand seemed to have a
direction of its own. I gently stroked down his stomach. I felt a few
hairs. My fingers had never seemed so sensitive. I traced through his thick
pubic hair. My fingers came in contact with the base of his cock. I
captured his limp cock in the palm of my hand. I didn't have to think, I
just felt. I began to milk his cock, teasing it to get it hard like mine.

I had never felt a man's cock before. Here I was stroking and squeezing a
man's cock and loving it. I took his balls in my hand. I could feel the
wiry hair. I felt each and every wrinkle of the flesh that covered his
balls. I didn't know what I wanted to feel, his cock or his balls. He
didn't seem to mind which, just spreading his legs to give me more access
to them.

He gently pulled my hand away. I felt lost for a moment. Then I felt him
shift his weight. He murmured, "Roberto make you feel real good."

I felt his mouth suck on the head of my cock as his tongue washed around
it. I thought I would go out of my mind. My eyes snapped open in disbelief
as I realized this man was actually sucking on my cock. I saw he had
changed positions. He now lay stretched out beside me on the grass. I was
looking right at his cock. It wasn't hard, yet not soft. I guess firm.

A weird thought entered my mind: What would his cock taste like? I didn't
have to think. It was pointed right at my face. I lowered my head toward
his crotch. His cock looked so big! I gingerly placed my lips on the
head. I gently washed and cleaned it with my tongue. A fire was raging in
the pit of my stomach.

Roberto gently thrust forward with his hips, pushing his cock deeper in my
mouth. I didn't hesitate. I tried to inhale the full length. It was too
much. The head hit the back of my throat and I gagged.

He withdrew, leaving just the head in my mouth. "Take it easy. Just suck on
the head until you can handle all of it."

I grasped his cock with my hand as he continued to fuck my hand and my
mouth. It seemed so good to run my tongue over the head each time he thrust
it forward.

Roberto rolled on top of me so he could fuck my hand and mouth. It felt
good to feel his naked body resting on mine. I had to put my hand around
his cock to prevent it from driving too deep and gagging me as he slowly
but gently stroked it in and out of my lips. Each time his balls would rest
on my nose and eyes. They felt so soft. I took my other hand, felt his
brown ass so I could feel it as it worked up and down. I was going crazy
with the feelings surging through my body. I felt his face press on my
pubic hair each time I fucked his face.

I just couldn't take much of this. My flesh was on fire. I was sweating. My
cock seemed so hard it would split. It was just too much. I felt the juices
surge in my legs. My toes curled in the effort as I drove upwards into his
mouth. I seemed to go into a daze as my cum exploded up my cock into his
hot welcoming mouth. It seemed to never stop.

As he drank my cum, I felt his ass cheeks tense, then my mouth was being
filled with his gism. It filled my mouth as he shot blast after blast. I
held it in my mouth for a second or two, savoring the taste of this
man. Then I swallowed it, happy that we had shared our bodies with each
other.

He let my limp cock slip from his mouth and lay down beside me. He drew me
to him, his lips meeting mine; I was tasting my own cum. I sucked and
sucked. I just couldn't get enough.

Roberto lay on his back sighing, "Oh, that was good. I've been waiting a
long time for someone like you. From now on we are together. Tomorrow after
work, I'll teach you how to take cock up your ass. My cock, that is. Now
don't you go fooling around with the other hands. Your ass belongs to
Roberto. I break you in right. I teach you how to fuck my ass to give me
pleasure, like I'm going to give you when I fuck that virgin ass. You treat
Roberto cock right and I make you a real cowboy."

I wasn't sure of all he was telling me, but said, "Oh Roberto. To hell with
the fence post, teach me with the post between your legs."

He did.