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"Not tonight, Kincaid, but I promise I'll let'cha know, okay?"
"Really?" His voice was that of a little boy being pledged a lolly at the county fair, "You really promise?" I nodded and he plumb beamed up at me as he went over to his own bunk. Lights went out and I was asleep quickly, but not before I heard at least one or two faps from various points in the room. I smiled contentedly. Yessiree, I could right get used to life on The Star.
Ashes and Dust 5: Kincaid Can
by Bear Pup
Note of apology: I've written this story to capture spoken English for the time and place, as if Jesse was telling the story aloud. I know that is unfair to readers who learned English as an additional language. I am sorry for that.
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I was smart, finally. I parked my chamois between the mattress and the wall to make sure it was handy for, um, nighttime needs. I was glad I did. Babe was even more vocal that night, and I could hear Pete taking matters into his own hand, whisper-cussing up a storm. I reached and flopped out my big ole log and started pumpin'.
I conjured up my fave-o-rite, a dancing girl from the troop that came through Sabine Parish's one and only carousing spot. I was sorta dragged there by one of the other hands at the yard, a deep-bayou Cajun named Pierre, and was plumb floored. There wasn't just whiskey, rye and bourbon, but all sorts of other booze, a man playing a piano and women wearing less than was decent (in a couple cases, way less) wanderin' round serving out drinks and taking in money.
I had one ginger-n-rye and nursed it as I wasn't going to pay those prices for watered-down liquor. Then the lamps were turned down and a half-dozen girls dressed as... oh hell, I can't even guess! All frilly and puffy and lots of it, but somehow none of it managed to cover anything! You could see the, um, space tween their, uh, parts at one end, and all the way up their legs to their b-b-b-b-b-bloomers started on 'tother! And I ain't never seen bloomers like that afore! Anyway, they done danced real nice a couple of numbers, then moved out into the crowd, you know, sippin' from drinks and sittin' on laps and whispering in ears.
One took a right shine to me, all sparkly eyes, and when she sat on my lap, she, uh, uh, uh... wiggled about so. She took a swig from my ginger-n-rye and made a right witty comment about the quality of the booze. She purred at me like a kitten and a bit later, all conversation-like, she asked, "So, Jesse, how much money do you have on your cute little body tonight?" Surprised, I blurted out the real amount and she made a sad face that nearly made me weep. She said, "Oh, I'm so sorry about that, baby. I'm only going to have a rich husband for tonight. My, I sure wish I didn't need'ta."
She kissed me then and I was too shocked to kiss her back, then she was off like a cat and onto another lap a few yards away. I smelled of her for days and days. I turned and my friend right laughed at my expression. I was puzzling over the "husband for tonight" part, as you don't tend to change 'em often. We were on the way back, me all flushed and talking about her when Pierre said she was a whore and laughed at me for not knowing. I socked him in the eye and he backed up and said he wasn't insulting her, he was explaining.
He went on to tell me, in detail I damned sure didn't want to know, how the carousing spot worked. I just kept blushing brighter and brighter as he made me see just what an ignorant bumpkin I really was. I 'pologized about the eye, but he didn't hold it against me. He just made me promise not to slug him when he made fun of what happened to the hands at the yard, which he proceeded to do for a gull-darned week. I split that memory in two, ever-thing up to the kiss, then ever-thing after. I never thought about the after, but the before kept me warm on many a cold night.
But my monster cock just wasn't having none of it. I tried Melisande (the woman-of-all-work for the house next to the yard who took a fancy to me once) and Susanne (she worked at the mercantile and flirted with all the boys) but... nuthin'. Suddenly, something in the back of my head said, 'Please. Let me be the first. I'll be the best.' My pecker done popped right up as Kincaid's soft voice and wide, brown eyes flickered to mind.
I still didn't know what he really meant or how it could work, but the power in his voice and the need in his eyes set my eggs a churning. 'I swear. I'll beg. I will.' I moaned aloud at that... lost in the sound of his voice... 'I'll scream and beg, Jesse.' That played over and over and over in my mind, 'I'll scream and beg, Jesse.'
Then it was, 'Oh, God, Jesse. Oh, God. Please, please, please!' I was nearly there when all of a sudden, the memory of, 'Just, just, just unh-unh-unh-unh,' came up and, well, so did I. The thought of big ole Kincaid fillin' up that loincloth with his seed just at the thought, of... well, of whatever the hell he was thinking sent me into a blasting orgasm, bucking my hips up as I grunted with each blast.
And that was when I recollected that I was not on my bedroll in a makeshift camp with only Gypsy to listen. I swear to God it was Max that started the damned clapping, which all the other guys joined in. Danny's voice came just as that applause died down. "Damn, son. You planning on doing that every night? Then you need a bottom bunk. You pert near fell through that one into my lap!" Ever-body just laughed, 'cept me a'course.
I got a lot of ribbing but also a lot of respect and manly closeness the next morning. Kincaid didn't look at me at all and seemed quite out of sorts. I got to the kitchen early and talked up Cookie, something I decided would become a habit. I cut the honey-biscuit in half so Pete could share. The talk of the day was weather; well, the talk of every day was weather, but today was a lot more as the air... I don't know how to say it. The air "smelled like thunder" even though the skies were clear. I saw Randy in a discussion with Kincaid, then with Max, but didn't really give it any more thought.
Randy stood to give out the days order of work. "Zeke, Danny, Gabby and Babe, you should probably finish up on the fence today. Zeke and Danny, help set posts, please, after you dig the last hole. We'll string the wire tomorrow, probably as a team. Kincaid, I need you to clear the north gully. Take heavy gloves for the brambles. When we open the new pasture, I don't want calves getting all tangled up in there. And be damned careful of snakes. Take Jesse with you; Max says he can use more shotgun practice." This did not appear to please Kincaid much and he shot just one disgruntled glare at me afore looking away.
"Max, I need you to run into town. I've got a list of goods I need Emily to order in for us. Pete, Gary and me will be doing house chores. Okay, men, thank-ee and have a good day. Kincaid, you mind what I said bout the snakes. And Jesse, shoot first. I'd rather have you blasting holes in shadows than you or Gypsy gettin bit. You hear me?"
I nodded and he dismissed us all. Cookie had packed a nice box for our lunch and sent a huge skin of what he called weak-beer, about the color of piss but mighty welcome when you needed to drink without ill effects. We each had canteens filled with the same. It was going to be hot, dusty work. I followed Kincaid's lead to the gully in question. It was something we didn't have in Louisiana where's there's always water whether you want it or not. From the rim, you could see where the water would run after a storm, but the area was bone dry and all but the stony bottom was thick with brambles and dust.
We tied Ranger and Gypsy in the shade of a tree. I took the cover off a bucket of water I carried and set it nearby. Kincaid had gotten us both pairs of elbow-long gloves of thick, tough leather. We carried those, billhooks and our guns. Randy was right about the snakes. I shot two fore we even got to the brambles, and killed a shadow to boot. Damned if those bramble-shadows didn't look more like a snake that the real rattlers! Kincaid said gruffly not to worry bout wasting shells; The Star bought them from a neighbor ranch by the case. He seemed surly all morning as we busted on the brambles and the snakes. I rarely got more'n a grunt out of him.
We broke for lunch when the sun was about eleven o'clock and took to the meager shade of the tree around the other side from where the horses were nickering to each other. We both took long, long pulls from the large skin of beer and refilled our canteens which were as dry as the dust around us. We tucked into the lunch and were bout halfway through it when Kincaid spoke, his voice gruff.
"Why did you promise me and then put on the show pleasuring yourself last night? You mad at me or you just mean like that?"
I near choked. I swallowed my mouthful and took a long pull of the beer. Kincaid kept looking at me then staring off. I used the pause to figure out what I needed to say.
"K-Kincaid, I'm new to this. You know that, right?" He nodded, scowling at his boot. "I don't know how to ask and don't even rightly know what I'd'a been askin' for." He just grunted. I decided to just be honest and let the cards fall. I blushed about six shades of sunset and said, "You know what I was thinking when I made all that noise last night?" He looked at me, his pudgy face pouting, jaw set and posture completely disgruntled. I reached over and touched his knee. "You fillin' up your loincloth with one hand on my knee just like mine's on yours. You so excited by m-m-m-m-me that it, well, I don't know, Kincaid, it just put me in heat. Nobody ever looked at me like that."
His face had gone wide-eyed and hopeful, but still pouty. "Then why didn't you say something? I said I'd beg, even, and you just go a-grunt and a-bucking. Now, that ain't right, Jesse. Ain't right a'tall"
Now, I wasn't gonna put up with that. It was right unreasonable. "Say sumpin'? Like what, Kincaid? 'Hey, Kincaid, I'm too ignorant to even know what to ask for, but come over here and do sumpin' bout my pecker?' That sound like a plan with all the hands listenin'?"
He let out a very reluctant chuckle. "No, but there ain't been no hands round all morning and you ain't said shit."
He was flicking his gaze from one of my eyes to the other. I locked his stare and said, my voice husky and my pecker knocking at the door of my jeans, "'H-H-H-H-Hey, Kincaid, I'm t-t-t-too ignorant to even know what to ask but c-c-c-c-c-c-come over here and do sumpin' bout my p-p-p-p-p-pecker?" Okay, yeah, I sounded like a stutterer reading lessons and none too sure of the text, but it seemed that Kincaid didn't really mind. He groaned like a soul tormented and was clawing at my buckle in a heartbeat.
Out the corner of my eye, I saw Gypsy and Ranger peek round the trunk of the tree and then pull back, snickering to each other. I couldn't'a blushed no redder, and near instantly forgot them smart-assed horses. Kincaid had me skinned and my balls and pecker hanging out and he whimpered, then moaned loud as he dove in, pushing me back against the trunk with his force. "OH! Oh, sweet Jesus!" I heard myself yell.
I can't even begin to tell you how ignorant I was. I didn't really know what was going to happen. Some sort of jacking off, I guessed. Kincaid, though, had buried his whole durned face in my crotch and started licking and snuffling and nuzzling about. I'd never felt -- never IMAGINED -- anything so good. I started moaning and, thanks to Max's tutelage the day before, cussing a blue streak.
I reached down to my aching cock to get some relief cuz he had plumb lit me on fire and he knocked my hand away. "Nuh-uh, bronco. This is my rodeo." He began to wash my sweaty nuts with his tongue and slurp his slobber out of my short hairs, loud and lewd. I thought I'd done died. Someways, my hand snuck back down there and this time, Kincaid's hand and voice were firm.
"No you don't!" I'd wiggled about enough that my jeans and drawers were all the way off my ass and round my thighs, butt sittin' on nuthin' but dust. Without taking his mouth off my churning balls, I felt him fasten my belt back, trapping my thighs, then dang if the misbegotten varmint didn't grab and tuck my hand tween the belt and the jeans and do the same thing on 'tother side! I couldn't move a bit!
The problem was, that's when the rodeo STARTED. He pulled back, smiling as I struggled and I suddenly froze. His mouth got closer and closer to my dogwater-slick peckerhead and my jaw dropped. There weren't no way he would... he wouldn't! Nobody would... "OH HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!" He did. His lips wrapped around the head and his tongue started a'licking and a'poking, even in the slit itself. Then he went all under the foreskin to those places even I barely could get warm and wet when I was yanking myself. And that tongue was magic, pure sorcery and no mistake.
I was whimpering and grunting and groaning and moaning, way past words. I saw the pearly gates crack open and was right there on the edge of the Promised Land in maybe two minutes. I was writhing all round and just about ready to blow when he pulled off again and I whined like a kicked puppy.
"Now, now, cowboy. Cain't have you going off half..." he leered over the next word, "cocked." He went back in and went after my balls again, this time with real long strokes of his tongue and lots of attention to the bottom and sides of the purse that held em. He waited 'til I was breathing normal again and pulled up, smiling so wide I got right worried. That was the most coyoteish smile I ever did see.
I readied myself for paradise. If'n he'd only lick and swizzle that tongue about for just a little longer this time... Was it asking too much? Just teensy bit more? I got right vocal in my encouragement as he moved slowly in, even though I can't remember any of the words. His pouty lips slipped over the head and I sighed so deep the dust round us moved in the wind I made. He started to work his way down and I tensed up and looked down this time. But the tongue-of-Heaven wasn't going inside my pecker-sheath and I moaned like a kid as had his candy stole.
Then my eyes popped open. He didn't stop at the head. His mouth kept inching down, and now the tongue was all over my ramrod. And STILL he kept going. Round bout the halfway point, he choked a little. I ain't never felt nuthi'n like that! I could feel my low-hangers not hanging at all, getting right cozy up there, ready to shoot. And damned if that evil cowboy didn't pull off again. I don't know what-all I called him as he just smiled all bright and sunny.
I threatened to do everything to him 'cept for killin' him and said that was cuz killin' was too good for him. Whatever he'd done with my hands was plumb bout to kill me not being able to get 'em out and take care of personal bidness without him. I went silent in an instant, though, when he started licking that right-wondrous spot covered by the hair where the base of my pecker met my belly.
Oh, sweet Lord. His bristly chin and cheeks make me yip and squeak as they caressed my blazing-hot and leaking horn, but never quite enough to give me relief. He licked his way up my belly a ways and I giggled. "That tickles! Stop that now!" He just chucked into the softest part of me and kept right on. I found out a moment later that I've got a truly sensitive belly-button. He had me giggling and whimpering and yipping to beat the band. He stopped when I got my breath back again.
This time, he wasted no time a'tall on preliminaries and I watched in fascinated, horrified ecstasy as inch after inch just disappeared. He choked again, just the once, at the midway point then -- swear to the Almighty -- kept going. Suddenly, when he was all the way down and I had nothing left to give him he started s-s-s-s-s-s-s-swallowing! Over and Over and Over. It took me maybe thirty seconds and I started hunching up, finally able to cummmmmmm! DAMNATION! The bastard pulled out slow, but not slow enough for me to get that last little tickle and the release I so desperately craved. It was like a dust-dry thirst and he kept pulling the water away.
He went back to my balls and I gave up the cursing and started on begging. I think someplace in there I offered him half of Texas if he'd just let me cum. I begged and pleaded like a man standing in front of the noose that was gonna hang him. He pulled off'a me and looked straight into my eyes. Those doe-brown windows into his soul sparkled with mischief as well as need.
"So, you ain't gonna be jacking this thing off any more, right?"
"No! Never, Kincaid!" I would'a promised him my first born by that point!
"And if you feel the need, you gonna call old Kincaid to take care'a those needs, right?"
"Yes! Oh, by God, YES!"
"And that's a real promise this time, right? Not one you just forget when the lights go out, right?"
"PLEASE. I swear. I swear! Anything, Kincaid, ANYTHING!" My innards cringed at the sound of desperation and need in my own voice.
"Good then." He plunged back down, choking several times as he went so fast, but soon my pecker was buried deep in his throat and he was a'swallowin' and then, then, oh sweet baby Jesus, then he started to growl. The vibration did something right wondrous and I felt it not only in my cock, but in my balls and belly and chest as well.
I threw my head back and screamed like I was being gutted, adding a new howl for every gush of my cum he took. After the second, he pulled back and I thought I'd die of pleasure as I felt myself sliding around in there and POP out of his throat. He then added his tongue work, lashing about like a man possessed as I continued to holler and grunt and sob and gasp until I had nothing left. When I started yelping, he finally relented and let my pecker flop out.
I slid off the tree to one side and mumbled nonsense and moaned heartily as the aftershocks wracked my frame. When I finally came to awareness, I was tidied up and buckled in. I turned to see Kincaid, one hand braced on the tree, flogging away like he was trying to put out a fire -- well, he kinda was. I came behind him and knocked his hand away.
He yelped, not having heard me get up. I wrapped my arms around him, one going to his cock and one to his big ole balls. His prong was about two-thirds the length of mine, but so thick I could barely reach round it. I leaned into his ear and purred, "Don't you dare, cowboy." I started caressing oh-so-slowly with long full strokes and twiddled his balls. He moaned, his voice several steps higher that it had been.
I kept the rumbling purr in my voice as I let my hot breath bathe his ear. "You just opened a whole new world for me, Kincaid." I made love to his name with my voice, drawing it out and caressing the sounds. "No one never did nuthin' like that in my life. And I don't mean the dick part. I mean the passion, the longing, the care. You, Kincaid, you are far too special to let you go taking care of your own needs." I lowered my voice as far as I could, making my purr a growl. "Now show me you like it, Kincaid. Show me that it feels good."
It was like I was suddenly holding a swamp gator. Ever part of that man thrashed and he lowed like a cow on the first blast and then sounded like a crane for the rest. AYuh! AYuh! AYuh! AYuh! as his seed shot so hard against that tree trunk that it actually splashed. I held him as he seemed to cum for days, easily nine, ten good eruptions and a long set of dribbling aftershocks. Thinking what my own dick had felt like, I didn't really stop; I just kept jacking the shaft alone, never nearing the head.
He kept shaking though, and I suddenly realized he'd finished his release long before. Kincaid was crying. I turned him to me, looked in those huge, pouring eyes and sucked his sobs into my own mouth as I kissed him with a passion... a passion I don't have words to describe. Unlike Max, though, Kincaid melted into me, softness and curves, refusing to take and refusing not to be taken. I kissed him against that tree until Gypsy stuck her big ole snotty face in there and snorted horse-slobber over us both, then jumped back. Both she and Ranger was bobbing their heads and snickering at the two of us. "Damned fool horse!" She knew, though, that I was more amused than angry. Kincaid looked at me with those huge brown eyes and just... smiled.
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