Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2017 14:00:18 -0400
From: Orson Cadell <orson.cadell@gmail.com>
Subject: Ashes and Dust 3

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*****

"So's if you'll be kind enough to pay two -- sorry, *four*, since y'all
doubled -- dollars to Pete who staked me, I'd be much obliged, Zeke. I
ain't in no hurry for the rest." I turned but after a day of him razzing
and teasing me, I couldn't resist. "In fact, if'n you want to wait for your
balls to drop and get your growth, you can hold my six 'til then and we can
have a rematch?" I walked out to the hootin, hollerin, screaming mirth of
all but Zeke, and even he had to laugh.

*****

Ashes and Dust 3: Night & Day

by Bear Pup

*****

I hit the outhouse before heading back to the bunks, passing a couple of
the hands on the way. All of em smiled and laughed with me. I was on top of
the world.

Danny in his fancy shorts and Kincaid in his loincloth were already seated
at the table and Zeke was walking up with a deck of cards. Babe settled
into his bunk across and over one (lower, obviously) and it screamed in
protest. I could see where chocks had been nailed in place to give it a
little extra strength. Max shucked his drawers and jumped into the bunk
above and they stared chatting about the day s'if nothing was outta the
ordinary to see each other nekkid and, in Babe's case, rock hard and maybe
leaking. Gabby, top bunk far end, was already asleep, apparently.

Kincaid spoke up, "You joining us for poker, Jesse?"

"Yeah, you gonna gimme a chance to win back some of what I lost?" from
Zeke, everything but his eyes showing friendly. It didn't take me a lot of
thought.

"Offer still open later if I take a pass tonight? I'm a bit done in."

"Course, Jesse! Just say the word. Oh, and welcome to The Star, kid."
Kincaid was genuinely welcoming just as Zeke was faking it. Pete walked
over as I hopped up into my bunk and settled back, facing the bunkhouse.

His voice was low and melodic, "Guess I was wrong, Jesse. You didn't need
no words from me. I've never seen Zeke played so well."

I smiled widely. "I could never a done it if you hadn't warned me. I was
bout to die in there. Not to mention in here. You were right, I never
bunked with men afore and, well, it's gonna take some gettin used to."

"You doin fine, just all by yourself, pardner. Don't let anything get under
your skin and you'll do fine. You're one of *my* cowboys now, Jesse, and I
take care of my own, y'hear? You need anything, you let me know." He turned
to go then turned back and lowered his voice even more. "And I'm not tellin
tales outta school to say that Kincaid? Well, I think he'd quite like to
get to know you better, Jesse -- 'loads' better."

Pete sauntered off and I caught Kincaid's eye. He had been looking at me
and flicked his eyes away. If I didn't know better, I'd think he was
blushing. I looked around the room and saw that Babe was slowly and
absently jacking himself as he talked to Matt and neither seemed to notice
at all.

I really was pretty done in, truth be told. I lazily watched the poker game
in progress. I'd played a bit at the stockyard and learned enough not to be
a complete victim. Kincaid faced me, more or less, with Zeke having his
back fully toward me and Danny where I could see his hand on occasion. I
wasn't really paying attention as much as I was daydreaming with them in
the foreground. But I did notice something.

Zeke had zero expression on his face from what I could tell, but whenever
he had a really good hand, he's jack and tug on himself. Winning (or at
least planning to) made him horny. When he bluffed, he scratched his nuts
or his ass. Risk made him itchy. Good to know. Danny always seemed to
smile, but smiled wider when bluffing. Kincaid, though, I couldn't tell
since I couldn't see his hand. There came a point when Zeke had four very
strong hands in a row. After his fourth win, he said a little breathlessly,
"I've gotta take a leak. Deal me out for a hand, okay?"

Danny, dealer for the round, shrugged and Zeke stood. He caught my eye and
winked with a wide smile as he went out the bunkhouse door. I heard his
bare feet scuffing the porch and heard him stop just outside the screened
windows that ran under the eaves and below my upper bunk, each window the
width bunks themselves. I could hear him when he leaned against the wall. I
could hear him spit. My brow furrowed. That wasn't anyplace close to the
outhouse and he hadn't had smokes with him.

Then it started. The sound every boy over a certain age knew by heart. The
rhythmic fap-fap-fap, quiet enough that no one else in the bunkhouse could
possibly hear. I felt myself go hard in an instant. He started whisper,
"Yeah, like that," fap-fap-fap, his breathing almost as loud as his
words. I flushed bright red, not knowing what to do. All that color drained
though, when he started adding stuff.

"Oh, yeah, Jess. Just like that, baby," fap-fap-fap. "Damn, son, that's
fine. Your hands are so nice on me," fap-fap-fap. "Touch me like
that. Yeah, Jess, you got me going, sweety," fap-fap-fap. "Oh, those are
sweet lips there, boy. Yeah, Jess, yore hands're magic but don't you wanna
a little... tiny... taste?" fap-fap-fap. I was dumbfounded, froze like a
jackrabbit with a rattlesnake. Jess was bad enough, since mostly girls used
that name, but the rest? How could he... how could anyone... what did he
mean?!?

"Come on sugar, you got me going, baby. See that pearly drop, Jess, right
there at the tip?" fap-fap-fap. "Go head and taste it. Yeah, stick that
pointy young tongue out," fap-fap-fap. "Oh, yeah, lick it. Just like a
lollypop," fap-fap-fap. "Ah'm close baby," fap-fap-fap. "You a spitter or a
swallower, Jess, honey?" fap-fap-fap. "Findin," fap-fap-fap, "out,"
fap-fap-fap, "right," fap-fap-fap, "Nowwwwwww! Uhn-uhn-uhn-uhn-uhn."

I was flat paralyzed with the horror of it. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't
move. Cept for one, evil, treacherous part a me. My willie throbbed with
each 'fap' and now spurted a little dogwater with each 'uhn'.  I heard him
finish up and chuckle. The thought that he'd see me and know what I'd heard
and the condition it left me in undid me. I flipped over toward the wall
and pulled the blanket up just as he came back in the door.

I cursed myself six ways to Sunday for not thinking through the going to
bed in a bunkhouse thing. I'd spent the last three years on my own. Whether
renting a room or camping rough, I was alone and jacked off fore bed each
night and fore comin outta the covers the next morn. And that was without
listening to a real live sex show outside my window or watching a bunch of
swinging dicks for the last four hours. Right about then I realized
something else. I could smell the guys. Whenever one walked past my bunk,
there was a little stir of breeze that brought a scent to me, and scent
that screamed LUST!

Lights out came perhaps a half-hour later and I almost cried with
relief. The stygian darkness was the cover I needed to get the release my
body was howling for. Then I almost cried a whole different way -- with
frustration. I had my drawers, my mattress and my blanket... and not one
damn thing else to catch the inevitable result. I laid there, torn by
raging need and fear for at least thirty minutes.

Someone else in the cabin started moving in his bunk. I actually felt the
tears form as I realized it was, apparently, someone with more forethought
than me, as the fap-fap-fap rhythm built. Whoever it was, well, he wasn't
worried others might hear. He went right at it and no mistake. When he got
to the crescendo, He let out a grunt/growl not unlike the cough of a tiger
in the cage of the Country Fair. Seven immensely-satisfied sounds rocked me
and I felt the pillow getting wet as I wept with frustration.

As much as I wanted to follow suit; as brazen and open as whoever-it-was
had been; however free and easy these guys were bout sex; the thought of
getting up the next morning with pecker tracks up and down my belly, or my
drawers matted with dried juice drove spikes of ice through me. Eventually,
I fell into a troubled and sex-addled sleep. When the first-up lit the
lantern, I woke harder than I'd been in ages.

I turned sleepily and horrified, but it turned out that my condition was
pretty standard. I wasn't sure Babe ever *wasn't* hard and I watched both
Pete and Danny head to the two-holer with big ole tents leading the way. I
got up and, instead of following, slipped into the clothes that Cookie had
provided and then into my boots. No matter what, I wasn't ready to have
this huge monstrosity pokin about for all and sundry to scoff at.

Dressed, I headed to the outhouse. Pete passed me and gave me a smile and a
'mornin' and got there just as Danny came out adjusting himself. He clearly
wasn't a morning cowboy as he just grunted at me in the predawn light.

I fought to make my pecker go down enough to piss and had nearly finished,
my cock thickening quickly as I considered a quick stroke. The door opened
and Max came in. I hastily tried to stuff myself into my jeans as Max
dropped trou and sat. He looked over at my struggle and said, "Son, you
ride like that and you're gonna snap it off. Take an old hand's advice and
do something about that fore you set out, hear?"

Blushing like a brushfire, I fled to the chuck house. Cookie smiled and
waved me in, pouring me a steaming mug of oil-tar that, apparently, passed
as coffee on The Star. He was dressed as yesterday, bare to the waist and
with pants that had been cut off at the knee. He even had the four splashed
on him and I smiled wide. "Cookie, I really appreciate your bein nice. It
really made a difference. Just, well, thank you."

He beamed like a sunrise but said, "Now you hush that nonsense." He pushed
me a biscuit dripping with butter and honey and sent me to sit. I was the
first in as it happened.

Pete came in next and grumped, "What? No honey-biscuit? What'd I do?"

Cookie got a lofty tone and said, "You's ain't he-yar first, and you's
ain't talking sweet to me. He's that did boat eatin dat honey-biscuit." He
nodded toward me and Pete's face lit up and he brought his mug-a-sludge
over.

"Well, cowboy, I'm regrettin givin you instruction. You done got Cookie all
wrapped up, and there ain't nobody on this ranch better to have at your
back... figurative speaking, a-course, as he'd rather you were at his
back." He waggled his eyebrows and winked. I covered my complete confusion
with a sip of coffee. I'd puzzle that one out later.

"Sorry I stole yore biscuit, Pete. There's still half left if you want it."

"Hmm. Well, you earned that honey biscuit, but if'n you wanted to give me a
nibble friendly-like, I wouldn't insult ya by sayin no." I smiled widely
and cut half of what was left and passed it to him and we relished the
sweet treat together as the other hands came in.

Danny wasn't the only bear in the bunch. It was abundantly clear that Zeke
and Kincaid would much prefer the get up and about after somebody else took
the shine off the sunrise. Zeke was surly, but poor Kincaid, with the puffy
eyes and missing neck looked very much like an unhappy turtle. Everyone was
settling into breakfast (steak tips, scrambled eggs, beans and more of
those wondrous biscuits) when Randy stood up.

"Oke-ee-dok-ee. Today is Jesse's first on The Star. Welcome. You'll be
riding with Max. I need you to learn the place and he's the man to show
you. Babe and Gabby, set the posts and fences in the holes that Zeke and
Danny dug yesti-dee, and Zeke and Danny'll keep a-diggin. You know the line
Gary set out. Kincaid, you, me and Gary will be riding the south-west
wire. Gary saw dust down there and we all know dust is trouble. Bring a
rifle and pistol, both.

"Speakin of which: Jeese, nobody goes out on The Star without a pistol or a
shotgun. Snakes are too common and so are two-legged varmints that might
well try and do you in just as quick. Which is your preference?"

"I can use either, sir, but on Gypsy? Probably I'd be better with the
shotgun. I'll need to get her used to the sound, though. She ain't been
rode round gunfire."

"I already guessed that. One reason I'm sending you with Max; good with
horses and guns both." Some more small talk and suddenly the whole lot of
us broke up. Babe and Gabby were loading a wagon with posts and barbed wire
as Danny and Zeke each hefted a shovel and a post-hole digger and set out
on foot. Pete went into the big house, leaving five of us walking to the
barn.

Gary's low, slow voice asked calmly, "How long you had Gypsy? She seems a
fine horse."

"Just over two years. Bought her the day after I turned sixteen
official. I'd given the seller five whole dollars to keep her for me til
then, near four months. But I didn't want..." My voice faded.

Gary looked at me from the side for a while. "Sixteen is majority where
you're from?"

"Yessir." I said quietly.

"Hmph. Well, she looks like a beauty. She moves well, too. Smart, I take
it?"

I smiled crookedly, "Smarter than me." That got a chuckle from all of the
guys.

I cooed and nickered to Gypsy as the others did to their own mounts. She
seemed happy to see me this morning and was certainly feeling her
oats. Randy handed Jesse a shotgun, a civil war carbine, along with a
bandolier holding perhaps two dozen brass, blunt-top shot
cartridges. Before long, Max and I rode Streak and Gypsy out into the
yards. Gypsy seemed to take a liking to the grullo mare and happily fell in
behind Max's lead.

The familiar motion of Gypsy under me seemed to work magic, loosening the
tension I'd felt the day -- and especially the night -- before. Sadly, that
tension was the only thing that kept me from a raging hardon. It started to
snake down my leg which would be murder on a horse, so I reached in to
adjust just as Max turned around. I froze in horror as the older cowboy
smiled and looked away. 'Hell and damnation!' I thought as I yanked my hand
back out, too fast as it turned out. I'd got my cock situated but now my
balls were trapped in the wad of cloth left behind my hand's hasty retreat.

I tried, I really did, to pay close attention to Max's comments about the
ranch as my eyes slowly crossed from the twin discomforts of a hardon and
pinched nuts. We approached the snaking tree-line. A mix of blackjacks and
elms, Max said that keeping the underbrush tamed as well and killing off
any cedars that pop up was a significant part of the chores when the cattle
didn't need our immediate attention.

"Gary was chopping at a cedar. Ever-body hates em. Why's that?" Max slid
off Streak and patted her, then led her into the edge of the shade. I noted
he didn't see any need to hobble or tie the mare, any more than I did with
Gypsy. I got down too, with a loud, "Oof!"

"Ain't all cedars, just the ones that grow on rangelands. Nasty, spreading
things." He walked into the shade as he spoke, "Cedars suck water like a
sponge and ain't worth nothin. They're small, crooked, low-growing and
don't burn for shit. The trunks are twisty and can catch a horse or a steer
and bring him down if they're running." He stopped and turned, leaning
against a tree.

"Now, you wouldn't take my advice earlier, you sure as hellfire are gonna
do it now. We ain't been out an hour and you cain't walk straight or
listen. I ain't havin ya hurt cuz you're either too stupid or too stubborn
to deal with the problem. Either you takes care a that trouser snake or I
will, and don't think I'm messin!"

I stood, red-faced and slack-jawed, as rooted to the spot as any cedar. He
started to walk past me and, I hope, leave me in peace, but he spun behind
me and my pants and drawers were round my boot fore I could squeak. I could
hear the smile in his voice. "I was kinda hopin that would be the answer."
He reached down and hissed as he found my cock, rock hard and sticking to
the left. "Damn, feels ever bit as nice as it looks, Jesse. You need to
take care of this, son."

I moaned deep as he started diddling the head and playing with my foreskin,
rolling it in his fingers. I felt me head go back and rest on his shoulder
and his warm breath and rough voice tickled my ear. That's right, you just
lean on back and let Max take care a ya." His other hand found my balls and
played there as my breathing got shorter. Then he done something I never
even thought.

His extra hand snuck up neath my undershirt and found my left teat and
started to pull and roll it gently but powerfully between those
work-hardened hands. I took a shuddering gasp that came out as a long
whimper and Max purred in my ear, "Yeah. You like that. I'm glad cuz I do,
too. Show me you like it, stud. Show me, Jesse. Shoot for me. Shoot for
Max" It took about ten more strokes before I blew, grunting like an enraged
bull and bucking like one, too.

Max shocked me again as he turned my face to him and kissed me solid. My
eyes flew open even in the middle of my explosion and I saw the heat and
tenderness in his eyes and just... went along. The kiss deepened and before
I knew it, he'd started up again on both my cock and my tits, rougher this
time. I'd pulled myself off a couple times in a row, once or twice, but
always had a little cool-down between. Max used that post-blow sensitivity
to turn my sex-fire into an inferno. I squeaked and squawked like a rooster
as his hands took me two ways and his tongue a third, exploring every part
of my mouth as I moaned around it. I spent perhaps a few minutes, hours,
lifetimes in that kiss as he felt me get close, he pulled out of the kiss
and began to nibble my ear and whisper.

"That's it, son. Let Max take you places. You're hot and sexy, kid, and
ever-body but you knows it. Damn, you're soft and hard, tender and rough,
beautiful to beat the band. Cum for me Jesse. Come on and shoot again, just
for Max. Make me proud. Show me how much you like what I can do for you, do
to you. Max'll treat you right, Jesse. Oooooooh yeah! That's it! That's it!
DAMN!"

My hips started bucking wildly again and I came perhaps harder the second
time than the first. I let out a mournful, satisfied howl and long, arcing
ropes of cum shot out. Thick streams jetting out of my pink head and into
the underbrush. I back collapsed into Max, utterly unable to hold myself
up.

I felt his hand moving quickly as I came back to myself and realized he was
pleasuring his own self now. I turned and knocked his hand away. I don't
know what come over me then. Shame I'd let him do me and left him
frustrated? Feelin that I owed the cowboy something? A desperate, gnawing
thirst to feel his sex and kiss him again? Um, yeah; that one.

I dove back into the kiss, locking my hand behind the cowboy's red,
sun-roughed neck, eating his moans and attempts at words. The contrasts --
silk-over-steel of his cock and the soft-under-rough of his lips -- made me
moan into his mouth as well, a sound that seemed to take him where he
needed to be. I sucked a high, keening sound from his lungs into mine and
kept the pace and pressure as he unloaded into my hand and onto my jeans. I
held him in the kiss until he started to squeak with discomfort, releasing
the cock and keeping him locked to my lips. As he came down, I pulled back
and smiled into his rather-shocked eyes. "That's just my way of saying,
'thank-ee,' cowboy."

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