Booger Red & Cowboy

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Copyright 2003 Waddie Greywolf

<Mail to: waddiebear@yahoo.com> ============================================================================ BOOGER RED & COWBOY By Waddie Greywolf

CHAPTER 18

The rodeo came to an end and the neighbors had all gone home. We were planning on leaving the next morning. Mr. Stafford got me aside that afternoon to talk privately with me. I saw Ben Jr. watching us walk away from the corral. Mr. Stafford had his arm around me pulling me close to him. I could feel the pain and hurt coming from Ben Jr. that his dad felt that much for me to display some intimacy. I didn't have to look, I could feel his hurt and I knew how he felt. We walked out into one of his pastures. He asked me what I left out when I told him, Mrs. Stafford and Ben Jr. my story of what I'd been through since I last saw them.

"I got the idea there was more to the story than you losing your buddies. I had a feeling you and the Yates boy bonded and were a pair. The other two were partners, too, weren't they, Son?"

"Yes, Sir, Mr. Stafford. I loved them so much, but I'm learning to let go. I'm getting better. Buck comes to me in my dreams once in a while and tells me what God wants me to do."

"This man you're with, Bud introduced you two at Walker's ranch in Glen Rose, Texas?"

"Yes, Sir. You know Master Walker, Mr. Stafford?"

"Oh, hell yes, Son. Walker rode the circuit with Bud and I for five or six years. He was our running buddy. Buck tell you that God wanted you to be with this man, Booger Red?"

"Yes, Sir. I fell in love with Master Red before I went to Nam. I made a commitment to him then but I couldn't see him after I got back. I was in really bad shape after coming home Mr. Stafford. I almost lost my sanity because I lost Buck, my buddies, and Uncle Bud.

It hurt Red a lot because he felt he was the person that could help me get over what I went through. Well, it never really works that way, I found out. Every man has to find his own way back from the darkness. I was was fortunate to have family, Master Walker, Xander and their stable master Leon to help pull me back. Then Buck came to me and told me I never would get over him until I gave myself to Master Red. God wanted and expected me to honor my commitment to him."

"It's understandable you couldn't see him right away. You needed time to heal before you could think about giving yourself to a Master, but it sounds like Buck made sense, too."

"Buck said I had to be with him but couldn't tell me why. I only learned a couple of weeks ago why God wants me to ride with Master Red and be his slave."

"Why's that, Son?"

"My Master's dying, Mr. Stafford, from an inoperable brain tumor and has about six months to live."

"Oh, my God, you poor kid. After what you've been through, losing your loved ones and Bud within one night of each other,--seems like God's asking an awful lot of you, Son."

"Well, Mr. Stafford, I haven't told you everything. I didn't know how it might affect Mrs. Stafford or Ben Jr. and didn't know if I could've explained it without, well,--you know, saying something that they might not understand."

"I appreciate that, Son. You're as considerate as Bud was, but what else do you have to tell me."

"The night before I left home for Nam, my buddies, my dad, Uncle Bud and Lester, an old black man that's been a part of my family since I was born, were gathered in dad's kitchen. We were just shoot'n the shit and having a good time. Anyway, my dad had a few beers, got real serious `cause he had something to tell me before I went to Nam. Seems my dad couldn't have no kids due to having mumps when he was a young man. He and my Uncle Joe got my Uncle Bud drunk one night after he came home from Korea. Uncle Bud passed out in the bed of dad's truck, dad put a rubber on him, and Uncle Joe sucked him off."

"Oh, my God, Billy, don't tell me,...you mean....?"

"Yes, Mr. Stafford, Uncle Bud was my biological father."

"Holy shit! Bud had a boy and he didn't even know. All along you were his kid and neither of you knew? That's incredible. No, that's fucking wonderful." The big cowboy broke down and took me in his arms. I didn't cry this time. I felt I had to be strong for him. "God, Billy,--remember Son,--when you think you've seen and heard it all and nothing can surprise you anymore, life bends you over and fucks you until you're not quite so smug anymore; but occasionally,--just occasionally, before it throws a fuck in you, it kisses you first. Then you think, `Hey! That made up for all the times it fucked me and then kicked me in the butt.' This is one of those times, Son, that makes life worth the living." The big man hugged me close to him, "You don't know what that news means to me and how happy I am for you and bud. I can only imagine how Bud must have felt when your dad told you." Mr. Stafford stood there in the middle of the field and held me for several minutes without speaking.

"So, that's why you and Bud looked so damn much alike." Mr. Stafford laughed through his tears, "You're almost a damn duplicate of Bud. Every time I look at you I see Bud and my old dick gets hard. Listening to you tell rodeo stories,... well, Son,.... you've caught me wiping a tear away. You tell a story the same way Bud did and sound just like him. Don't know if'n you're trying to imitate him or what, but youngster, it sent chills up my back." We laughed, "Well, son of a bitch,--Bud had a boy,... and Billy,--- he couldn't a' had a finer one, neither."

"Thanks, Mr. Stafford, coming from you, Sir,--it means a lot to me. I told Ben Jr. yesterday you're one of a couple of men I love and consider a role model." He looked me in the eyes and held me tighter.

"That's the sweetest damn thing any young man's ever said to me, Cowboy. I love you for that, Son." The big man walked along beside me, quiet for a while, shaking his head from time to time, muttering under his breath, "Well, I'll be damned, you did it, Bud. Damn. Good for you, Cowboy." Then he'd wipe away another tear.

"When he was here he couldn't talk about nothing else but you, Billy. He was so fucking proud of you. I don't know how many times he told me he wish't you was his kid. He kept saying it wasn't fair that Gunn should've had the son he always wanted. You even looked just like him. He didn't have a clue but you became his world, his son. When you guys won every day at the stampede, I don't think his boots touched the ground the rest of the time you were here. I was happy for him and you. I can't ever remember seeing Bud as happy and at peace as he was with you, Billy. He confided to me that even though you weren't his kid he made you his son. He told me Gunn didn't seem to pay you much attention so he figured if your dad wouldn't he would. Said your dad didn't seem to mind or feel threatened `cause you two grew close. He said Gunn encouraged the two of you."

"My dad's a pretty remarkable man, Mr. Stafford. You would love him. He's my dad and I've come to love him like no other. Uncle Bud will always be my uncle even though we were both thrilled to know I came from his body; however, the old man that raised me knew exactly what he was doing. He loved me and his cousin, Uncle Bud, enough to let us form a relationship that was tighter than most fathers and sons ever experience. Besides, it weren't like he was a stranger. My dad's father and Uncle Bud's mother were brother and sister. He's my second cousin.

My dad wanted a son so bad to carry his name he went to almost criminal lengths to have me. I'm proud to carry his name. My dad is a good man, Mr. Stafford. He's my best friend, my fiercest rodeo competitor, and a rock I can run to when the world is too much for me. He's also one of the finest fucks I've ever had in my young life. I begged him for it one night about two years ago and he gave his kid what he needed. We ain't stopped since. My Master gives me up to him for a night or two every time we go home. He goes next door and fucks my dad's slave, my Uncle Joe. He was my mom's brother."

"Your old man fucks you?" He looked surprised.

"It was either that or hump his boot, Mr. Stafford." He looked at me then roared with laughter.

"Damn, that's great, Son. Wish't ta' hell I could have something like that with my boy."

"I think you could if you were honest with him." I shrugged my shoulder and continued, "Uncle Bud talked to me for hours about how much he loved you, Master Ben." I said softly.

"I haven't been called Master since Bud and you visited last. I'd get off alone with Bud, he'd call me Master and it would `bout rip my damn heart out, Son. I loved your uncle, Billy. Still do. Guess I always will. I thank God, the two of you had that year together, and even more happy you won the finals. What that man must have felt for you, Son,--I can only guess."

"I brought a letter with me that I'd like you to read, Mr. Stafford. It's a letter Uncle Bud wrote me shortly before he died. He left it with my Aunt Laura to give me when I returned from Nam. I've never shared this letter with another person, including my Master. I plan to share it with my Master soon but I haven't for a reason. It was important for me to share it with you first because of the closeness we both shared with Uncle Bud." I pulled Uncle Bud's letter out of my back pocket and handed it to Mr. Stafford, "It's pretty self-explanatory. I think you'll find it remarkable. I keep it in my saddlebags and carry it with me everywhere."

Mr. Stafford unfolded the letter, got about a third of the way through and fell to his knees in the pasture. He then sat on the ground sobbing. He recovered and ask me to read the rest to him, he didn't think he could. The big man sat there and cried like his heart would break as I slowly read the rest of Uncle Bud's letter to him. When I finished, he collected himself, then sat staring off into the distance. He finally spoke.

"What a beautiful letter, Billy. What better advice could any man give his son. He's right, you know? The only thing we can take back to our Creator is the joy, happiness, and love we've gathered here. It's so simple most folks run around looking for something more complicated. They run around pointing fingers at each other yelling, I'm gonna' get there and you ain't cause I know something you don't.' Those folks are too busy judging how much more God's gonna' reward them than their brother when they should be spending that time being good to their brother and gathering all the love they can.

I do think it's a remarkable letter and it speaks to me across the years because I knew Bud had a deep abiding faith. I never understood it. I guess I never really tried. I was a cowboy and that was enough for me. It's different now, Son. I'm facing my own mortality square in the face. There's two places a man should try to have his faith intact, in a foxhole on a battlefield and when he realizes he ain't gonna' live forever. Bud knew that. I hope you're proud that Bud was your biological father, Son. Oh, hell, I know you are. I also hope you appreciate what a special man Bud was. His love of life and people made an impact on everyone who knew him. He was a man among men, Billy."

"Thanks, Mr. Stafford, since I'm a little older I've grown to appreciate him more. Folks all over come to me and pull me aside to talk quietly about something Uncle Bud did to help them or nothing more than give them his time to listen. They all tell me in reverent tones how much he meant to them. I never knew these things about my uncle. He never talked much about helping anyone, he just did it.

"Well, Son, tell me about this Booger Red fellow, your Master. Is he a good man, do you love him? I met him several times on the circuit many years ago. We've had many friends in common but I never got to know him."

"I accepted him as my Master before I went to Nam, Mr. Stafford. I fell in love with Master Red and fell in love with him again after I had healed enough to be with him. He's so damn good to me, I couldn't ask God for a better Master and I try to be a good slave for him. I just wish I could do more. He keeps assuring me I'm doing enough."

We were far from the house behind a large water storage tank. The old man grabbed me to him, held me without saying a word and gently then more passionately kissed me. I didn't hold back `cause I'd wanted to kiss that old cowboy ever since I got there. It was terribly exciting to me. I could feel him growing in his pants while he was kissing me.

"Why, Mr. Stafford,--" I said to him laughing.

"Oh, shit! I know, Son. I apologize. I just wanted to hold a little piece of Bud for a minute and that part of me down there remembered how special he use to make it feel."

"Mr. Stafford, if we could go in that pump room over there I'd be proud and honored if you'd allow this slave to take you, Sir." Mr. Stafford looked down at me, looked me in the eyes and spoke gently.

"What about your Master, Son? He trusts you and he's a guest in my home."

"He gave his unqualified approval several nights before we reached your ranch. I've reminded him of his approval and asked again if he approved. After the fourth time, he ordered me not to ask again. Each time he'd tell me he thought it was a great idea. The last time I asked he told me to tell you, that offering his slave is his gift to say thank you for your hospitality."

"That's very nice of him but are you sure you'd like to take this old man, Son?"

"Nothing would bring me greater happiness right now than to be your slave for a few minutes so one day when I join my uncle I can tell him,

"Hey, Uncle Bud, for a few minutes, I was that big cowboy's slave, too. He gave me the honor of taking him." The tears gathered in Ben Stafford's deep set dark blue eyes.

"I'd be fucking proud for you to tell him that, Son. Come on, let's make sure you can." Ben Stafford led me by the hand to the pump room. After we got there I looked him up and down as he slowly undid his belt, unbuttoned the top button, unzipped his Wranglers, reached into his pants and pulled out his big, uncircumcised cock and beautiful set of low hanging balls. I marveled at what a fine, well kept, older man he was. Ben Stafford was all man, a cowboy, from his head to those big, fucking boots he wore that made my mouth water. I laughed to myself about Uncle Bud and I talking about Mr. Stafford's big, hot cowboy boots. Hell, Uncle Bud was right. there ought a' be a law.

I fell to my knees and started cleaning them big boots of his and heard a deep, sigh from Mr. Stafford like he was about to partake of a favorite dessert he hadn't had in a long time. I got one boot pretty clean and started on the other. It was a little dirtier but I worked on it until it was as clean as the other. I found his waiting hand, I gently kissed the back and placed it against my forehead. I heard his deep, booming, bass voice order me.

"Rise, good slave, and show your Master your love." His big arms were waiting and I didn't hesitate. I rarely have been kissed as special as Ben Stafford kissed me. I fell to my knees. He was hard as a rock when he kissed me. I licked and cleaned his balls and heard him order me to start making love to his dick. I started in cleaning, licking and making proper love to the big man's fuck stick. Then I heard him honor me,

"You may take me, slave."

Mr. Stafford had a longer foreskin than I'd experienced on any other man and it invited me to get my tongue in there and taste the big man's flavors. I wasn't disappointed. He tasted like a big man. I didn't pull his foreskin back because I wanted to enjoy taking that big thing down my throat and making him feel good. I had a feeling I could suck on him all day and while it would make him feel wonderful it wouldn't be until I pealed his foreskin back over the head, took two or three good hits, that he would honor me with his hot cowboy come. I sucked on that big cowboy for fifteen or twenty minutes until he ordered me to take him.

He reached down and pealed it back. I gently moved his hand away, replaced it with mine and held his lose skin back as I began to fuck him deep in my throat. Mr. Stafford began to move his hips in a motion to fuck my mouth and throat. He placed his big hand behind my head to hold it steady as he took over. I relaxed my throat and took his big cock further and further as he unleashed his animal lust to savagely face fuck his slave.

He was relentless in his thrust. With each stroke he'd get a little more down my throat until he had almost all of it down me. Then he left it there to deep fuck my throat. He would pull out about three to four inches and slam it back down my throat `til finally my lips were slamming against his lower stomach where his big cock was attached. He had worked to get it all down my throat and now he was enjoying his prize. He felt so damn good using me like my mouth was a pussy only for his satisfaction.

"Sorry, slave, you're not gonna' get to taste this old Master's come `cause I'm about to shoot deep down your throat. Feel that, Son? Feel that cowboy dick gettin' bigger in that tight little throat? Yeah! Here it is, Cowboy!" I could feel his come traveling down his big dick to shoot deep in my throat. He held my head locked tight against his belly, his entire manhood slammed into my throat and emptied volley after volley of his good, hot, cowboy come into my stomach.

That old man almost blew my head off he shot such a huge load of come down my throat. I got to taste a little of him as I dutifully cleaned him. He tasted like an old cowboy should; of leather, horses, hay, fresh moan grass, meadow muffins and his own wonderful male scent. I swallowed the last of the big cowboy as he reached down and pulled me up to his chest and kissed me hard.

"Best I ever had, slave. You're a credit to your uncle and that big, mean looking Master you're riding with."

"Thank you, Master Ben, for letting me catch you and honoring me with your come, Sir. Thank you for using me like a slave should be used by a Master, Sir. It was indeed an honor for this slave and I love you for allowing me to please you, Sir" he grabbed me and hugged me again.

"You can't know what it meant to me, Son. For one brief moment to own a slave again. I love you for giving me that, Billy, and your generous Master for his gift." he kissed me again gently.

We strolled out further into the pasture. Then started back as the sun was beginning to start it's descent into evening. Mr. Stafford was full of questions. Sometimes pretty personal questions. A Master has that right.

"That cod piece on your Master's leather pants is hot but is that a patch covering his ass on his leather pants?"

"Yes, Sir, Master Ben, it has four snaps so his slave can remove it to service him without having to take off his leather pants. That patch has fascinated and turned me on from the first night he invited me to share his bed. It still fascinates me."

"Does he require you to clean him, Son?"

"Yes Sir, he does, but I begged him to train me, Mr. Stafford. My Master was patient with me and once I let go, I was hooked. Now, I can't get enough. I probably drive my Master crazy, I'm all the time sniffing around his rear. I follow him to the head." Mr. Stafford laughed.

"Yeah, your uncle insisted on doing that for me. I didn't ask him to, it was something he needed and had to have. He was like you, he couldn't get enough of my old, dirty cowboy hole. I loved him so much I wouldn't have denied him anything. Damn, he felt good when he'd get way up in there with his tongue and clean me good. I have to admit, Son, I got to where I loved it. I still get hard thinking about it." I was silent for a long moment and spoke softly to him.

"If circumstances were different, Master Ben, it would be a great honor for me to clean your hole for you. I've never met another man I could say that about other than my Master. I know you'd taste wonderful." Big Ben Stafford laughed and put his arm around me and pulled me close. We walked back toward the barn with his big arm around me and I never felt closer to a man in my life than I did big Ben Stafford at that moment.

"Tell me about your cousins. They're both Billy Gunns, too?"

"Yes Sir. I prayed for more family `cause I lost most of mine and by chance my Master and I stopped in this bar in Bakersfield and there they were."

"Are they together, Son?" Mr. Stafford asked not wanting to intrude or have me break a confidence. I told him the truth about Boots being straight and raising his boy who my Master says is a natural slave. He's so much in love with his dad and begs him to make him his slave. Boots can't make up his mind; however, Master Red and I are working on him. I told him I was the only other man Boots has been with. I told him Boots definitely had talent,...a lot of talent. I took one finger of each hand and held them apart to show him just how much talent Boots had. The old man roared with laughter.

"The first time Sonny saw you on horseback he had to run to the loft and jack off he thought you were so hot. I had to agree with him, Mr. Stafford." The big man laughed even harder.

"I wish Ben Jr. and I could be closer. You don't know how I long to hold him sometimes, Cowboy. I've stiff armed him all these years `cause I was afraid he'd see my other side and hate me."

"Mr. Stafford, would it be too bold of me to tell you Sonny and I are almost certain Ben Jr. wants the same thing. Uncle Bud was sure when we were here before and Ben Jr. has opened up a little to me. He worships you Mr. Stafford. I told him on the way out of the rodeo yesterday that his feelings for you weren't wrong. He's so envious of Sonny and Boots' relationship he's ask all sorts of questions. If we find out for sure and he opens to Sonny or me do you want to know about it? I'm not trying to play matchmaker here Mr. Stafford, these situations are best left to the individuals but it's a shame two men who love each other like you and Ben Jr. do, aren't closer. Have you ever stopped to consider he might need you to love him that way."

"You make a lot of sense, youngster. Let me think about it. I'd like to talk with your Master and get his take on the situation. I'm impressed Red is a sensible man."

"He is, Mr. Stafford, and a hell of a lot more. It's good that you want to talk with my Master about it. He won't bull shit ya.' He'll tell you what he really feels. He's thrilled with Boots and Sonny. He's accepted them as his family, too."

We got back to the barn and Ben Jr. had a couple of roping ponies saddled up. He wanted to do a little roping before dinner. I excused myself and Mr. Stafford went to the barn where he saw my Master tinkering with our bikes. He talked to Master Red for a few minutes, Red wiped his hands and followed Mr. Stafford. They walked out into the pasture together.

"You're a lucky man, Red, to have that kid for your slave." Ben said to my Master. It was the first time Ben opened up to Red. Red was pleased that the big man thought enough of him to share a few things with him in confidence.

"You don't know how many times a day, I thank God for that boy, Ben. The better part of what I am today as a man or Master is because of that kid. Aside from being some of the hottest sex I've ever experienced he's just a damn good kid, and he chose an ugly, old man like me to love and be his Master."

"Well,--I can tell you this, Red, he worships you; thinks you're the greatest thing since sliced bread."

"Tell me Ben, did my slave please you?"

"God,--Red,--yes, he was wonderful. How did you know?"

"I looked at your boots. First time I've seen `em clean since we got here." The two men shared a laugh.

"He was so good, I can't thank you enough for your generosity. It was a nice thing to do, Red, and I'll treasure that memory for a long time. He took me in that pump room over there and made me feel like a Master again. He's a credit to you as a Master, Red. He worked his ass off to please me, to make you proud of him and to insure your gift was the finest his Master had to offer.

Your gift was not only fine, it was a treasure, and this old man's grateful; you can't know what it meant to me. Cowboy and I struck up an unspoken mutual admiration when he and Bud stopped by when they were roping at the stampede. Holding that kid transported me thirty years back in time to when I held Bud close and he was my slave."

"You know Cowboy's dad told him Bud was his real father?"

"Yeah, he just told me a while ago and I haven't recovered yet. I'm happy for him and Bud."

"Yeah, Gunn told him and Bud the night before Cowboy had to go back to boot camp."

"I damn near shit my pants when they came by here and I saw Billy for the first time. The kid got out of that truck and I stopped dead in my tracks. Son of a bitch, I could a' sworn it was the same kid I loved all those years ago. Then I saw Bud. Well, Bud always could stop my heart and only looked better as he was getting older. Damn what a man.

Shit, I knew something was wrong. Two people can't look that much alike and not have closer blood that second or third cousins, Red. It just doesn't happen. Oh, hell, I don't know that for sure but I'd guess it's damn rare."

"You're probably right, Ben I knew about it before Cowboy and Bud did. J'ever meet Sam Jenkins that was in our division. Big tall cowboy from Wyoming, rode bulls and saddle broncs on the circuit for several years."

"Yeah, I remember him. Good looking kid. He started riding the circuit the last year Bud and I rode together."

"Gunn was wounded pretty bad in Korea. He came back before Bud and used Bud's sperm to impregnate his wife. He developed some major problems and had to be hospitalized for a while. Gunn was afraid he was gonna' die so he called Sam Jenkins to come see him. Sam rushed to his bedside and Gunn confided in Sam what he'd done. His wife was already dead at the time. If he died he wanted Sam to tell Billy and Bud together and have Bud take care of him.

Well, Gunn didn't die and Sam forgot about it and didn't remember until he saw Billy. Everyone was going on how he didn't look like Gunn but he looked just like Bud. It jogged Sam's memory and he told me after the second night I slept with Cowboy. I was stunned as everybody else but it made sense. I was so proud for Bud. He always wanted a boy but his wife couldn't have kids. You know Bud, how fiercely loyal he could be. His kid's the same way. He decided I was it for him and he's never looked at another man.

Walker told us exactly why Bud was bringing his nephew to the ranch. He brought Cowboy by Walker's to have the kid bond with another man to cushion the blow of them separating after their year together. Hopefully, one of the good looking `scooter bums' he invited was going to get to spend a couple of nights in heaven with Bud's nephew. Maybe even become a new slave for one of them. They were all good looking men.

Walker invited about eight of our clan; the best looking available Masters. Bud ask Walker to invite me and to tell me he'd like to see me again and maybe get together at Walker's. I was thrilled that Bud wanted to see me again. I've carried a torch for Bud all these years, I wouldn't have missed it for the world.

All those good looking son's of bitches were laughing at me, old ugly, for being there. I wasn't there to compete with them; I was there cause Walker invited me;--cause Bud asked Walker to invite me.

None of us had any idea what the kid looked like. I'm not particularly turned on by young kids but I have to tell you, Ben, when that kid walked into that room along side his uncle, it got so quiet you could a' heard a mouse fart. He was the most handsome kid any of us bums had seen in a long time. All decked out in his cowboy duds; took my breath away.

He looked just like Bud when we were all on the circuit. None of us could believe Billy wasn't Bud's kid but they assured us that Big Gunn was his dad. I was like you, I was so taken by how much he looked like a young Bud, it was hard to take my eyes off him. I wanted to touch him and hold him. I was a little ashamed of myself. It never entered my mind, with all those good looking men there, that kid would even look twice at somebody ugly as me.

Well, Ben, old ugly had the last laugh on seven good looking men. The kid chose a beast over beauty. I guarantee you some tears were shed that night `cause that beautiful kid didn't pick them. He took one look at me. I took one look at him and I knew he would be going with me. He walked over to me and gave me a kiss that damn near made me piss my pants, pulled back, looked me in the eyes and said, "Thank you, my Master." I've been in love with that kid ever since.

Sam Jenkins asked Cowboy why he picked me. He told him, "`cause he feels right." He blew those guys away. What better, simpler way to express how two men come together and bond. Say's it all,-it just fucking feels right."

"The kid's pretty remarkable. The blow job he gave me this afternoon got me hungry for more."

"He was hoping you'd let him pleasure you. He cleared it with me days before we got here. I got to know you and was hoping you'd let him,--it meant so much to him. Or, my slave trainee, Sonny, confided to his Master he would die a happy slave if he had your dick stuck in either of his holes."

"He's a fine looking kid, too, Red. Looks just like his old man. They make a handsome pair. Cowboy said you were kind and generous and that's why he loves you. He's right, Red. I'm glad the kid has you for a Master and even happier for you that you have such a good slave. I think Bud broke him in well. Bud loved that kid, and to think, he turned out to be his father after all. Amazing. He told me he and his dad bunk it in every now and then."

"Oh, yeah! They're tight. I turn him over to Gunn the first night we get there and the night before we leave. It's almost tradition. I go next door and get me a piece of Gunn's slave. Joe Potter's a fine fuck, good slave and knows how to treat a Master. I enjoy fucking him."

"Wish Ben Jr. and I could have something like Billy and his dad. Shit, it seems so right."

"Tell you what, Ben. I never thought much about men bunking it in with their dads but all of a sudden I find myself surrounded by the idea. Bud and Cowboy, Gunn and Cowboy, Boots and Sonny, now you and Ben Jr. After being around it for sometime now, I envy the father and son that can put aside their roles and come together to love each other. More men have issues over never feeling loved by their dads and spend the rest of their lives regretting it. You should hear Boots go on about his dad being a cold, distant, son of a bitch. He swore he wasn't gonna' be that way with his kid. Boots didn't make Sonny the way he is. God did. Same's he made you and me. If he made Ben Jr. to have a hanker'n for men why would you deny yourself that joy. You're his dad, Ben. The kid is practically laying it in your lap. It's there if you're not afraid to reach out and take it. Be the best thing in the world for that boy, I'll tell you that. He needs you, Ben. He needs you to hold him and tell him you love him."

"Thanks for your honesty, Red. Meeting Boots and Sonny has opened my eyes to some things. Then that remarkable young man you have for a slave hit me pretty hard with some things. It's made me hurt in my gut to see the communication between Boots and Sonny and how happy they seem to be with each other. I want that for Ben Jr. and I." He shook Red's hand then pulled him in to hug him. I watched Red and Ben walk back to the house laughing and having a good time with each other. Mr. Stafford called to Ben Jr. and I. He told us to put the horses away and get cleaned up for dinner.

Ben Jr., Sonny and I were sharing some intimate things and Ben Jr. asked me a couple of pointed questions about Red and me. Why I was riding with an older man and why did I seemed so attentive to him? He allowed that Red was one of the meanest, ugly, looking older men he'd ever met. Sonny laughed and I agreed with him.

"If you only knew, Ben...." Sonny smiled at him. "Other'n my dad, Red's probably the finest man I've ever met in my life. He gives me what I need and I'm honored and proud to serve him any chance I get."

"Yeah, Really? I think I understand. I'm fascinated by those pants he's wears and when I'm around him, he..." Ben Jr. stopped and trailed off. We were walking the horses back to the barn.

"At's all right, Ben," Sonny came to the rescue, "he makes my dick drip in my pants when I'm around him. I've almost dropped my load a few times when he took me in his arms to hug me. He has a raw animal attraction about him that pops my cork. Some are turned on by that, others aren't." He smiled knowingly at Ben Jr. who nodded and smiled back.

"Yeah? Well,... I'm definitely one that's turned on by him." Ben Jr. allowed quietly.

"Ben, you been asking us a lot of personal questions. We don't mind but are you trying to ask us something? Maybe want us to share something with you?" Ben Jr. was quiet for a while thinking how he wanted to answer. I could see the wheels turning in his brain.

"Yeah, Billy, I am. But I neither know what to ask nor how to ask it." Ben Jr. said quietly

"Would it be easier if we told you our relationships with the men we ride with? Do you think you can handle it if it's something other folks might consider unusual?"

"I don't think I'd have a problem."

"Okay, Booger Red is my Master, Ben. I'm his slave. He owns me. I was given to him to be his slave by my dad in a ceremony in front of our biker family of about three hundred people. I acknowledged Master Red's right to own me and become my Master by signing my name to a contract. My only purpose as his slave is to take care of him and provide him pleasure whenever he wants it; at the snap of his finger. Which ever hole my Master chooses to use I make ready for him immediately. No question asked. I would never consider withholding sex from my Master any time he wants it. He makes all the decisions for our life. Sometimes he asks my input other times he doesn't. No matter, I would never question any decision he made. I'm working hard to become an extension of him and his life. My Uncle Bud trained me to be a slave because I asked him to." I paused waiting for a response. Ben Jr. was silent taking it all in. Sonny spoke up.

"My dad's straight but he allows me to have what I need from him. He's allowed me to suck him off since I was twelve years old. He also fucks me regularly. I act as a slave to him but he hasn't officially taken me for his slave. I want him to. Nothing would make me happier to have my dad for my Master. There's no finer man than my dad. He raised me from a baby by himself. We ain't never had too much but dad always saw to it we had enough to get by and be comfortable.

We had some tight times but we got through them because we had each other. None of that mattered, Ben, I had more of one thing a lot of kids never get and that was his love. That was worth more to me than all the toys I didn't get or great clothes to wear. His love was always there. He's never failed to tell me he loves me and he's proud of me every day of my life. He still does. It's the last thing he tells me before we go to sleep at night just in case he forgot during the day.

I grew up with a dad, a close friend, a buddy I could come to with anything and he'd never turn away. My dad is a man who cares enough about me to go against his sexual nature to let me have what I needed so I wouldn't try to ask some biker trash that might hurt me. I make him sound like superman. He ain't. Well, that ain't true neither. He's every fucking hero you can think of rolled into one; he's my dad. Then again, he's human like the rest of us but when it comes to me, he's always put me first, before his needs. He's been a slave to me all these years, a slave to raising a kid. Doesn't he deserve to have his son as his slave putting him first before his needs?"

"I can understand that, Sonny." Ben Jr. said with a tear in his eye. I have to admit to hear Sonny talk about Boots that way made my eyes water a little.

"Cowboy's been generous enough to share his Master with me and I can tell you Ben as mean and ugly as Master Red might look, once you've been his slave for a night he suddenly isn't ugly any more. In fact, I find him one of the most attractive men I've ever met." Sonny told Ben Jr. with all sincerity.

We reached the stables and started brushing down the horses. Ben Jr. threw me a brush.

"I don't understand every thing you've told me. I have a thousand questions but since you trusted me enough to lay your cards on the table, I will too. I'm turned on by all four of you and my dad, too. I'm especially turned on by your Master, Cowboy. Your dad, too, Sonny.

"What's wrong with you being turned on by us, Ben?" Sonny asked quietly.

"Well, that would make me a queer, wouldn't it?"

"Only if you chose to think you're a queer." I shot back to Ben Jr., "Worse yet, gay. God, I hate that term. You can be what you choose to be. Don't accept thinking of yourself either way. I certainly don't." It took him a minute to digest what I'd told him. He looked at me and smiled.

"You're the same age as me, ain't chu', Ben? You ever been with a man?" I asked him.

"Yeah, I am and no I haven't. If I went with anyone it would be someone I know and trust like you guys or an older man like your dad or your Master, Cowboy. There ain't none around these parts I know of and I don't want to go to a city to find one. That's why I'm still here on the ranch. I guess I love my dad too much. I've been in love with my old man ever since I can remember. Is it wrong, Billy, for me to dream about having sex with my dad?"

"Well, I don't know if it's wrong or not, Ben. I never let it bother me when my old man wants to crawl into my ass and tear himself off a big ole piece of cowboy butt. Ask Sonny." I told him laughing. Sonny had his arm up across his mouth, laughing his ass off at me talking about my dad.

"Me, neither." said Sonny, "My old man's fucked me so many times I've lost count. Well, hell if'n you consider he's been fucking me an average of three to five times a week since my sixteenth birthday, I'm twenty-one now, you do the math. Just when I think he can't get no better the son of a bitch throws a fuck in my ass that makes me walk like a man with the rickets. I keep a damn hard-on all the next day. Every time I have a twing, it reminds me of him way up there inside me gettin' him some good stuff. Then I compliment him and tell him that had to be the best damn fuck he ever threw in my butt. He always laughs at me and reminds me I said that about the last time he fucked me and the time before that.

My old man's so use to fucking me it's like riding his bike or driving a big rig truck. He knows how to steer, how to keep it nice and steady on the open road for the good kind a' long ride he likes to take. He gets the feel and knows when to give it more gas, when to shift into low and grind the heavy gears to start his rig moving up the hill. He starts slowly and I know he's gonna' get us to the top. He always does. I can feel his motor running hot. Those fuck'n big hot boots of his double clutching, gear jamm'n them fucking gears deep in my ass as we near the crest. I can almost smell the diesel fumes from his body as the beast within both driver and my big rig ass feels the relief of reaching the peak about to happen. His expert driving has brought his rig to the apex. My old man slams it into overdrive to make damn sure he gets himself and his rig over the top.

His hot, sweaty body, starts vibrating to the same frequency as his rig; he feels it shudder underneath him as all hell breaks loose in him and me. He stomps my come trigger with his big, heavy, black boot and makes me feel like gears and guts, bells and banjos, cabbage graters and trombones, are being ripped out of my body through my dick. I can feel him filling my ass up with his seed, his dad come. He pumps into me as his gift for me to make mine; to absorb him within my gut; to become even more a part of him; to become an extension of him; his slave; his son. Then he takes me in his arms and tells me how much he loves me and how proud of me he is for staying with him over the long haul. My old man and me, well,--we've hauled some ass in our time together.

If you want the short version, my dad knows how to play my body like a country fiddle at a barn burning." Sonny giggled and smiled at Ben Jr.

"Wait a minute, Sonny!" I interjected, "I thought you told me he made you whistle like a pig." I winked at Sonny.

"Oh, that's only to get him in the mood." Sonny laughed. So did Ben Jr who had a wet spot in his levis the size of a silver dollar from Sonny's hot analogy of his old man as a long haul truck driver. Did it for me, I had a bigger wet spot than Ben Jr. I looked down at it, looked up to see Ben Jr. smiling at me and winked at him.

"You've had sex with your dad, Cowboy-which one, your Uncle Bud or the dad that raised you?"

"Both. Uncle Bud was training me to be a slave the last time we 4were here."

"Damn!"

"So, obviously I don't think it's wrong but I guess a lot depends on the father and son. I would never break a confidence, like what you shared with us but let me ask you this,--what makes you think your old man wouldn't understand?"

"Oh, God, Cowboy! You know him,-he's all man,-the last cowboy. He just wouldn't understand. If I told my dad I even thought I might be gay, he'd call me a queer and a cocksucker. He'd personally pack my shit, throw me out the font gate, lock it, and throw away the key. I'd never see my dad again. I love my old man too much to chance it and when I tell you I love him, I mean it."

"That's funny. I can't understand why you think that about your dad. He didn't call me queer or a cocksucker this afternoon when I sucked him off in the pump room." Ben Jr. looked at me in disbelief, his jaw dropped and he turned stark white. Sonny wasn't expecting me to be so shockingly open with Ben Jr. He sucked in air. Then Sonny broke up and feigned indignation.

"You no good, rotten, son of a bitch," Sonny went after me laughing,--"You mean to tell me you had that hot, good looking, aged piece of prime, grade-A, cowboy beef down your throat this afternoon; Ben's dad?" Sonny couldn't stop laughing. "Only you, Cowboy! Only you...."

Thank God for Sonny. He was making light of something that might have been devastating to Ben Jr. and at the same time showed him how much each of us thought of his dad. Sonny wanted him to know that Mr. Stafford cranked his motor, too.

"Sure as hell did," I barked forcefully back to Sonny, "and I gotta' tell ya', Ben, your old man honored me with some of the best tasting come I've ever sucked out of a man. Damn good stuff. He didn't call me no cocksucker. He gave me a big ole hug and a kiss, told me I was a good slave, a credit to my Master and for me to thank my Master for his gift. I even got to pay homage to them big ole boots of his. Licked them suckers clean for him, I did." I looked at Ben as I was talking and winked at him. "My Master knows I love your old man, Ben; knows I think the world of him, and gave me to him for his use to say thanks for his hospitality."

"Can I tell you something?" asked Ben Jr

"Let me guess." Sonny answered without breathing, "You take your old man's boots out of his closet and jack off sniff'n em and licking em clean." Sonny finished smiling knowingly and raising an eyebrow at Ben Jr. Ben Jr. didn't answer, he didn't have to, he was turning beet red.

"Ben. BEN! Cowboy and I've been there, we've done the same damn thing. Why do you think my dad's boots are so clean and shiney? You think he does that himself? Since I was six or seven years old I made up my mind I was gonna' make damn sure my dad had the cleanest, best looking pair of boots of any biker riding in our group. Why do you think Master Red's boots are clean every day? That's a slave's job to take care of his old man's boots. It also happens to be one hell of a turn on. After all these years of cleaning and polishing my dad's boots I still get a hard-on when I do it. I've jacked off just sniffing `em. His smell mixed with the leather. Woah! Now, don't stand there and tell me you ain't never done that." Sonny laughed..

Again, Ben Jr. didn't answer but his smile and the blood flow to his face told Sonny and I all we needed to know.

"Tell us Ben,--" I asked him laughing. "how many times you done it?"

"I lost count, Cowboy." he said honestly. Sonny and I laughed and patted him on the back.

"See kid, you ain't alone. You're not the only one to do those things. Every man out there that has a need to become a slave to another man will tell you the same damn thing. I probably shouldn't have opened up to you as blatantly as I did, Ben, `cause it's not my place to play match maker between you and your dad, but you wanted to know about me'n Sonny and we were honest with you. You have been with us. Now, we can pretend this conversation never happened or if we play our cards right you could be sucking your old man's dick by tonight.

Let me talk to him, Ben. Don't repeat this but my Uncle Bud was your dad's slave for six years on the circuit until Mr. Stafford decided he wanted to get married and have a family. He loves you, Ben. He told Uncle Bud, he's told me, and he's told my Master. You're the apple of his eye. He can't show you much love cause he's like my old man was for years. He's afraid you'll know his other side and turn away from him. His love for you is like no other, Ben. It would kill him if you turned away from him. He didn't let you go to college not because he couldn't afford it or he needed you here. He admitted to Uncle Bud and I that was all fabricated bull shit. Truth was, he called himself the most selfish man on Earth' `cause he didn't want you to be away from him that long. He told us he thought he'd go crazy without you.

He's in love with you, too, Ben. When are the two of you gonna' wake up and stop wasting the precious time you have with your dad. You ain't gonna' have him forever, Ben. Look how young my Uncle Bud was when he dropped dead. I never got to tell the man I loved most in my life, my beloved uncle, my biological father, my Master goodbye and tell him how much I loved him. You just never know.

You could become a slave to that good looking cowboy. Satisfy your need to serve your dad like you really want to and the way he'd love to have you serve him. He knows about me and Uncle Bud. I don't know how many times he's said to me he wish't he could have something with you like I had with Uncle Bud. He knows Master Red's my owner. Your dad owned my uncle many years ago. My Uncle Bud still loved your dad as much as ever `til the day he died. Trust me, Ben. Let me talk to him."

"No, I don't think so. I'd be too embarrassed."

"Okay, we won't say a word but you have to give me your oath as a cowboy anything we've shared with you this evening is not to be repeated."

"I promise as a cowboy this conversation never happened."

"And while you're laying there jacking off alone in your bed tonight thinking about how good them big, hot boots of his would taste with his feet in them, dreaming how his big dick would feel down your throat and how far you could take him to pleasure him the most, wondering how his come might taste, or how it would feel if he was using your ass like a stallion fucks a mare, getting him some good stuff way up inside you, the feeling you might experience, knowing you're giving it up to him; knowing you're being what he needs; knowing you're pleasuring your old man, your Master. He's giving you what you need by taking from you what he needs. You shoot and you're still laying there alone wondering if it might have been different if you'd only..." I made Ben Jr. start crying. Sonny grabbed him and pulled Ben to him. I went to him and put my arms around the two of them.

"I'm sorry, Sweetbaby. That was cruel of me. We know how afraid you are but if you'd only trust me it would turn out all right, I promise. Why do you think I told you these things about your dad. In a way, I'm betraying a man who loves me and thinks the world of me. I could lose one of the finest men in my life. If you come together, you must not tell him we shared these things with you. He would never trust me again. I'm willing to gamble the loss of a man I consider next to God, my Master and my dad in importance to me. That man is your dad, Ben. Your dad is a loving and understanding man that wants nothing more than to hold you in his arms and make a little love to his boy." About that time my Master walked up to gather us for dinner.

"Is this only for younger men or can an ugly, old Master get a hug here....?" my Master asked joking. Sonny and I parted and made way for him. Red surprised the shit out of Sonny and I. He took Ben Jr. in his arms, looked him in the eyes, and spoke softly but forcefully to Ben Jr.

"Kiss this Master like you want to be his good slave and please him, Son. Show this Master your love." Sonny and I almost pissed our pants it was so hot. We watched as Red moved his mouth slowly toward Ben Jr.'s. Something clicked in Ben Jr. and he met Red's kiss. Red gently kissed him on the mouth waiting for him to give himself to a Master. Ben Jr. opened the flood gates. He started kissing Red gently as well but felt years of pint up longing boiling up inside him and then began to kiss my Master with considerable passion. It was a powerfully emotional moment for Ben Jr. Tears were running down his face. They stopped and Red held him tightly like he'd held me so many times, winked over his shoulder at me and Sonny as we watched Ben Jr.'s body jerk and spasm in my Master's arms as he came in his Wranglers.

Ben Jr. was embarrassed to the max. He knew we all knew what happened. Red only held him tighter refusing to let him go. Then he really started sobbing. Red wasn't about to let the young man go. He needed to feel the strength my Master could give him. We put our arms around him too and helped my Master calm him. Told him not to be ashamed, I'd done the same damn thing when my Master kissed me. `Course I didn't tell him about my Mick Jagger lips.

"He ain't the only one, Ben." spoke Sonny, "First night I met Master Red, he gave me a kiss and I dumped my load just like you did. I was embarrassed, too. He just laughed with me. He understood. He's a fine Master, Ben. One of the best."

"There, there, Son. Nothing to fret about. That's a compliment to a Master that he's turned you on enough to drop your load in his arms. Put aside your embarrassment and think about what it means to me. Can you imagine how you made this old man feel? An ugly old man at that and a young handsome cowboy found me exciting enough to drop his load while I was holding him in my arms. Compliments don't get much better'n that, Son. Made this ugly old man feel like a king. Felt good having a man hold you while you came, didn't it?"

"Yes, Sir, Master Red. It,--it was wonderful. Something I've dreamed about; came so hard I thought I was gonna' pass out."

"It happens, but I had a' hold of you. I wouldn't let you go."

"Thank you, Master Red." Ben Jr. said softly to my Master. Red let him go and I hugged Ben and kissed him behind the ear. Sonny was next to hug him and buss a kiss on his cheek.

"Welcome to the family, Brother." Sonny said seriously.

"Now you men get yourselves cleaned up for dinner. Mrs. Stafford is about ready."

We followed my Master toward the house. Ben Jr. lagged behind with Sonny and me.

"Okay, Cowboy. I'll trust you. After what Master Red did for me,- I can't go on with things like they are. I'd rather take the chance of him kicking me out."

"He ain't gonna' kick you out. Don't worry, you won't be sorry, Ben." Sonny comforted him.

I motioned for Red to go on and he smiled. He knew Sonny and I was up to something. I motioned them both into a stall. Watch what I do and remember it, Ben. It's important. Sonny you're the Master. Got that Ben? Sonny's playing the part of my Master."

"Uuh-huh" replied Ben. I fell to my knees in front of Sonny.

"Master, may I have the honor of paying homage to your boots, Sir?"

"Permission granted, slave." Sonny replied with his voice lowered an octave. I tried not to giggle as I kissed each of his boots and found his hand waiting. I took it kissed the back and put it to my forehead. Sonny responded.

"Rise slave, and show your Master your love." Sonny was surprised when I jumped up and kissed him. He giggled.

"Can you remember that, Ben? It's simple enough. Need to see it again?'

"No, no. I can remember. Is that how you greet your Master?"

"Any Master, Ben, almost every time. Reminds us who we are in relation to who our Master is and what's expected of us."

"Damn, that's wonderful." he said with his voice trailing off in thought.

We had another wonderful dinner Mrs. Stafford made. I thought a lot of Mrs. Stafford. She was very much in love with her big cowboy husband. I never doubted Mr. Stafford was in love with her, too. He was gentle with her and constantly showing her affection.

Ben Jr. didn't say much through dinner. He seemed at ease and would smile at Sonny and me. He asked where we were going next. Red told him we weren't sure. He told him I had a cowboy buddy in Ten Sleep, Wyoming I wanted to look up. Big Ben noticed his son was not as quiet and seemed to have a glow about him. He'd never seen his son look more handsome.

"You feeling all right, Son? You look a little flushed."

"No, I'm okay, Dad. I'm a bit tired but not exhausted; kind of a good tired you might say. I took care of that stuff you wanted me to do in the barn today. Sonny and Cowboy gave me a hand. We got it done in no time,---then Cowboy and I rodeoed pretty hard this afternoon. I know tonight's their last night. I guess I'm kind of sad to see them go. I've enjoyed them being here."

"Your mother and I have, too, Son." Big Ben stood up.

"Come here, Son." Ben Jr. looked puzzled as the big man threw his arms around his oldest son, the only child he had left living at home, and hugged. him.

"I love you, Boy. Your mom tells me I don't tell you that enough and I thought about it today and had to admit, she's right. Your mother usually is."

"I love you, too, Dad,--and thanks, I appreciate you telling me. Means a lot, Dad." Ben Jr. excused himself to go to the restroom.

"That was sweet of you, Ben." said Mrs. Stafford, "You don't show that boy enough affection. He needs to know you love him and appreciate him. He works his butt off around here to please you. He thinks you take him for granted and doesn't think you appreciate him very much."

"Well, I guess you're right, Sweetheart, but he always seemed to be the strongest and never seemed to like me hugging or kissing him. I'll admit I don't show him much affection. I just stopped. I didn't think he wanted me to. He's pretty damn independent. As far as loving him, that kid carries my name, Sally. As parents, we're not supposed to love one kid more'n another, but I never could help it. I've always loved him more than the others. You know that. I've been afraid to show too much love to him `cause I was afraid he'd misinterpret it and hate me. Then I felt guilty about the other kids and overcompensated. I showered them with love and never thought it might upset Ben Jr. Shit, as I think about it, I guess I failed him as a father."

"No you haven't, he worships you, Ben. That's why he's never left home or gotten married. Can't you see that?" Mrs. Stafford surprised me. She was a sharp woman. She impressed the four of us, but no one say a word. Big Ben shot a glance at me to see my reaction. I just kept eating my dessert.

Ben Jr. returned to the table and joined us for coffee and dessert. Sonny and I began to talk with Ben Jr. about what rodeo's he and his dad had been to. He was more at ease than either of us had seen him since we arrived. Even Red and Boots commented on it later.

The evening came to an end. We thanked Mrs. Stafford for another wonderful meal and thanked Ben for everything.

"You guys gonna' be up for a while? It's your last night here and I'd like to hear some of your yarns. I like to hear Cowboy tell a story like his uncle. How, `bout it, Son? You too tired to join us in the barn?"

"No, Sir, Dad. Their last night here, I'd love that."

"Yeah, Ben. We never go to sleep right away. You and Ben Jr. join us. Cowboy tells me you can tell a few, too. We ain't never got to hear you tell one." Ben laughed and told us they'd join us in a little while.

The four of us walked out toward the barn. It was a beautiful summer night; full moon. You could see every star in the heavens. Red had his arm around my shoulder and was silent. Boots put his arm around his handsome son and pulled him up close.

"Now, which one of you's gonna' tell me what you rapscallions have been up to?" Boots was every bit as sharp as my old man. He knew something was going on.

"Nothing much, Dad. Master Red figured out what Ben Jr., Cowboy and me were talking about `cause he caught us in a group hug."

"That's, Ben Jr., Cowboy and "I," Billy. I've taught you better'n that."

"Yes, Sir, you have and I know. I just don't always feel like talk'n proper, Dad. Anyhow, Master Red hugged and kissed Ben Jr. Ben Jr. got so turned on by Master Red he shot in his pants." Boots started laughing and couldn't stop. He had us laughing.

"Is that true, Red?"

"Your kid don't lie, Boots. I've learned that about him. I'd trust anything that comes out of that boy's mouth. Trust my cowboy, too. He ain't never lied to me." Red pulled me up tighter to him with his arm around my shoulder.

"Well, we've been right all along. Where's it going from here?" Boots asked.

"Well, I've learned something else,---let my slave take the lead. He's got some folks looking over his shoulder we can't see and they tell him what to do. Let's us be well met and tell stories. I wouldn't be afraid to hold Sonny close if'n I was you Boots. I plan to hold my cowboy while he talks like his uncle. Except I'm beginning to think he ain't talking like his uncle so much as that's the way the cowboy's natural story telling voice is gonna' sound like. It ain't his uncle, it's him."

We got comfortable and heard Mr. Stafford and Ben Jr. yell up to us.

"You guys up there?"

"Yeah! You men come on up, sit a spell." said my Master. The two handsome men joined us and unrolled their sleeping bags. Big Ben kind of looked at me funny `cause I was laying with my head up against my Master's chest. Boots was propped up against a bail of hay. Sonny was laying on his back with his head in his dad's lap. Boots was absent mindedly playing with Sonny's hair.

"Had this for a while," Big Ben held up a bottle of Southern Comfort, "thought I'd bring it out and we can pass it around. Loosen's the story telling machine." He handed the bottle to Red.

"How'd you know it's my favorite, Ben?'

"It was Bud's favorite." Mr. Stafford said quietly with respect for the two men's love for my uncle. I looked over at Ben Jr. to see if he picked up on that. He did and I winked at him. He smiled.

"Good point, Ben. Good call. Thanks." Red took a pull on the bottle and passed it to Boots. Masters drink first. Boots took a pull, remembered his training and passed it to Big Ben. He took a swig and passed it to me. It finally came to Ben Jr. and he looked to his dad whether he should join in..

"It's okay, Son. Go ahead. You're with me. Your old man will take care of you." I was pleased by Mr. Stafford's understanding, protective statement to Ben Jr. My Master jabbed me in the back, like, "Did you hear that?" Mr. Stafford was sitting with his back to a bail of hay and Ben Jr. was sitting next to him but not touching.

"I have to tell you, Gentlemen, we've really enjoyed having you stay a spell with us. Boots, Red, Sonny, I've had a good time getting to know you. I can see the family resemblance between Bud, Cowboy, you and Sonny. Not looks wise but attitudes and personality. Wouldn't you say, Red?"

"Definitely. Just think, you got three Billy Gunns sitting here. Two of `em are thirds. That don't happen too often."

"Sonny, " Big Ben continued. You're a fine young man and your dad should be proud of you. You've pitched in to help around here and have fine manners. You're respectful and courteous. Couldn't ask for much more in a kid, Boots."

"Thanks, Mr. Stafford, I'm kind a' proud of the little shit."

"Awww..." went Sonny as his dad pinched him. "Ouch! Thanks, Dad, I needed that." Boots howled with laugher.

"Cowboy? Tell us a story. There's something about your story telling that calms the nerves."

I told a story about Uncle Bud and I when we went fishing one time on the lake. We drove to the lake early in the morning to be there when the bass started biting. Uncle Bud like to get there before the sun rose. It was still dark when we got there so we decided to sit on the hood of the truck to keep our ass's warm. We were talking about nothing in particular and happend to look up in the sky towards the north and saw what I thought was a star moving at one hell of a speed coming across the sky.

Uncle Bud was quiet for a minute then turned to me and asked.

"You looking at that tiny dot up there in the sky traveling so fast?"

"Yes Sir. Does it look to you like it's zig-zaggin' as it travels, Uncle Bud?"

"Yeah, Son, it does. That may be because it's so high the atmosphere makes it look that way. What do you think it is? It must be a satellite."

"I don't think it's a satellite, Uncle Bud. The damn thing's moving to fast for a satellite. Besides most satellites revolve around the equator from west to east 'cause that's the way they're launched. That things coming from due north and as high as it appears, it's haul'n ass."

About that time it was almost directly over head and dropped straight down towards us and got bigger and bigger. It lit up the early morning sky the closer it got.

"Son of a bitch! What ever it is, it's gonna' crash. Get behind the truck, Son." Uncle Bud yelled at me. I ran one way, he ran the other way around the the truck and we climbed into the bed. About that time this hugh, brilliant orange ball hovered over the lake. It was so beautiful I couldn't take my eyes off of it. It seemed to turn on it's axis and rotate slowly. We were afraid and watched it through the rear window of the truck as we held each other. It didn't move or nothing. It just hovered over the lake for several minutes. Finally it seemed to rotate real fast and took off like a bat out of hell toward the east. We watched it climb until it was a small pin point. Then it didn't disappear, it just winked out. It was gone.

We sat there holding each other for several minutes until Uncle Bud finally spoke.

"Well, so much for my fuck'n satellite theory." he said. Then we started laughing our ass's off we were so relieved it was gone.

Now here's the mysterious part. After it left, the sun was well up into the sky. We looked at our watches and they still said four-thirty. It shouldn't have been light or at most just dawn. We started fishing but didn't catch anything. I had my small portable radio with me. The D.J. announced the time as as ten-fifteen. Uncle Bud and I compared watches and they both read five-thirty. Somehow we lost five hours. Our watches were running. How could we see the thing before dawn and it suddenly be ten o'clock in the morning? I rattled us so bad we stopped fishing and went home. We never talked about it after that."

There was a long silence after that and Mr. Stafford passed the Comfort around again.

My Master told a story that was a good spooker; about a phantom he had seen on a road in the back roads of southern California down near Warner Springs.

Boots told a story about him and Sonny having to get out of a town real quick one time because the sheriff's daughter came up pregnant. She'd taken a shine to Sonny who had never been with her but she told her dad Sonny was the father. Boots, Red and I laughed. So did Sonny and Ben Jr. After our conversation earlier in the barn, Ben Jr. knew Sonny wasn't interested in women.

Mr. Stafford knew the joke and laughed but didn't comment. I saw him watching Ben Jr. closely. By that time Sonny was laying against his dad's chest and Boots had his arms around him holding him. Red had his arms around me holding me. It was like it was the most natural thing for them to do. Ben passed the Comfort around again and we all drank. I could see longing in Mr. Stafford's eyes and felt hunger in Ben Jr.'s eyes as they watched our unlabored closeness. They were so close but yet so far apart.

"Will you tell us about you and your buddies in Nam, Cowboy?" Mr. Stafford asked quietly. My Master poked me in the back again in approval.

"May I tell the full story, Mr. Stafford?" I asked respectfully.

"It's time, Son." he looked me in the eyes as he spoke and I knew what he meant, "that's why I asked you to tell your story. That is, if'n it won't cause you a lot of pain."

"It will always cause me pain, Mr. Stafford, but my Master has taught me not to let the pain get the best of me. It can be managed like anything else in life."

"You have a fine Master, Cowboy. I'm glad you brought him to meet us."

"Thanks, Mr. Stafford, I think he's pretty special." I turned to Red and spoke.

"Will it bother you to hear this story again, Master?" I asked concerned for him.

"No, not at all. I know and you know who owns you, that's all that matters." I watched as Ben Jr. wiped away a tear so his dad wouldn't see. The old man was sharper than that and watched his son closely out of the corner of his eye.

I began and left nothing out. Boots and Sonny were in tears, so were Mr. Stafford and Ben Jr. Red was choking back tears. I could feel his tears falling on my neck and shoulder. I wasn't crying. I was fine. I was detached like I was the narrator of a story on television. I finally got to the part about Dan Yates,--Buck's dad, being at my home when I got back from Nam. I told of his pain for never having bridged the gap in loving his son, how Buck had longed to hold his dad and express his love. The fears that both expressed to me and their last night together in Tucson when Buck told his dad,

"Fuck it, Dad. Kiss me and don't be afraid." It was the only moment of genuine intimacy the father and son ever shared.

That did it. Big Ben Stafford looked at son, held out his arms to his son and Ben Jr. was in them in a flash. They cried together. Mr. Stafford put his hand under Ben Jr.'s chin, raise his face to look at him, and kissed him gently on the mouth. Ben Jr. didn't pull away and returned his dad's kiss with passion and desire. Big Ben responded in kind. We sat there for several minutes not saying a word as Ben Jr. sobbed his heart out in his old man's arms. Mr. Stafford was soothing him and shedding a tear himself from time to time. Finally he spoke to his son.

"Think Cowboy's trying to tell us something with that story, Son?"

"Yes, Sir. I don't want that to happen to us, Dad. I love you to damn much. You're my world, Dad."

"I'm so sorry, Son. I haven't shown you the love you needed. I've been a fool. They say there's no fool like an old fool and in my case it couldn't be more true. I was a coward. I was so damn afraid you'd turn away from me. I need you son and I'm a selfish old man. That's the real reason I didn't send you to college. I didn't want to have to live that long without you by my side. I would've gone crazy without you. You're the light of my days and the stars by night, Son. I was a stupid old man. I thought you knew how much I love you. Your mother, God love her, is much sharper than I am. We have Cowboy, Master Red, Boots and Sonny to thank for getting us to drop our shields."

"I love you so much, Dad, I hurt for you sometime; for the touch of your hand, a pat on my back, or your smile when I've pleased you. You're certainly not stupid and my old man ain't no fool. He's every bit a cowboy and the man I worship."

This was making a big impact on Boots and Sonny. They were emotionally moved by what they were witnessing. Boots was clinging to Sonny like he was a life raft. Sonny was holding his dad tight.

"I know how your dad feels, Ben." Boots spoke to Ben Jr. "I don't know if I could go on if some scooter bum took my boy away from me. I've been use to loving him for so long I wouldn't want to try to find somebody else to love. I don't know if'n I could. I don't think I'd have the heart left to try. I haven't been able to give him what he needs. I haven't made him my slave for several reasons that are becoming increasingly unimportant as time goes by. With Cowboy's and Master Red's help I think I'm coming around to see the light. Seeing you two come together tonight makes me think--" Boots didn't finish, he shook his head and squeezed Sonny 'til his eyes bulged.

Ben passed the Comfort around again and I was beginning to feel it. He stood to take the bottle from Boots to take a swig. He sat on the bail of hay they'd been leaning against and sat there for a minute before passing the bottle to me. He was looking down at his son. Ben Jr. was looking me straight in the eyes. I snapped my fingers at him and pointed to his dad's boots. He was on his knees in an instant looking only at his dad's big cowboy boots.

"Sir, may I have the honor to pay homage to your boots, Master." The old man got choked up, smiled at me knowingly, placed his hand gently on his boys head and spoke.

"Permission granted, slave." Ben Jr. lovingly kissed and licked his dad's boots. He found his dad's hand waiting for him. He kissed the back and placed it to his forehead.

"Rise my handsome son, my slave, and show your Master your love." That kid jumped up and kissed that old man like you wouldn't believe. Red started clapping, then Boots, Sonny and I joined them.

"Well done, young man." my Master complimented Ben Jr.

"Thank you, Master Red. If it hadn't been for you, Cowboy, Sonny and his dad I would never have been honest with my dad. I love you all for helping me."

"That goes double for me, Gentlemen." said Mr. Stafford, "You're welcome here anytime."

Red ordered me off with my clothes and Boots did the same with Sonny. I noticed that Boots didn't start taking his clothes off right away anymore. He waited until Sonny finished, knelt at his dad's boots and ask if he might help him undress. Boots, in a controlled voice would tell him, "Permission granted, slave." The way he said it made me think, "My Master's good. He's going to turn Boots into a fine Master.

I was through undressing and saw Ben Jr. whisper something to his dad. Big Ben smiled real big.

"Well, Son, can't do no harm to ask. Just remember, he's a Master. Don't forget your manners." Ben Jr. walked over to my Master and knelt in front of him.

"Master Red,--to show my appreciation, Sir, may I have the honor of paying homage to your boots?"

"Well done, young man. You ask any Master including your dad that politely and I promise you'll generally get what you request. You have my permission, Son." Ben Jr. was on his knees before Red's big biker boots and didn't just kiss them he started in cleaning them. My Master knew he needed what he was doing and why. He finished cleaning both of my Master's boots. Red told him he was satisfied with his cleaning and put his hand down for Ben Jr. He took it and kissed the back and placed it to his forehead. My Master spoke softly to him.

"Come to my arms, good slave, and show me your love." Red was sitting on a bail of hay and Ben Jr. raised up still on his knees to my Master's arms. My Master was welcoming a new slave into the world of man-sex. After their kiss, Ben Jr. thanked my Master and me for everything.

"Come, Son, get your clothes off." Mr. Stafford spoke to his handsome son, "We're gonna' put our sleeping bags together, your old man's gonna' hold you close and make a little love to you. We've got us a lot of lovin' to do to make up for lost time." His new Master led him gently to their bed, lay down with his son and began to make love to him.

That night Ben Jr. got to taste his dad's dick for the first time and if the sounds were any indication of success, Ben Jr. did a good job of pleasuring his dad. He also got to taste his dad's come. He took to cock sucking like a native. He had his dad off in no time and was begging for more. Later he told me it was exactly as I said, wonderful.

I quietly requested permission from my Master to undress him. He gave me permission and watched me until I got down to his leather pants and boots. I knew he wanted to keep those on. He was going to use me.

"You're one hell of a man, Cowboy." my Master said softly as he held me in those big, tattooed arms of his. "You may be my slave, and a damn good one, too, but Darlin' slave, you're every inch a man. I'm proud to have you ride by my side, Son. You've made this life worth while for me. No matter how much time we have left together it don't get much better'n this, Cowboy."

My Master kissed me so tenderly and with such strength, I though I was gonna' lose it. Suddenly, I became aware that my asshole was spasming in anticipation of penetration by Master Red's sizable shaft. It began doing something it had never done before. It started dripping a fluid. I move my hand around to feel. Sure enough it was my ass's on lubricating fluids. I laughed a little.

"What's funny, Son." I took his big hand and placed it on my butt.

"Feel my hole with you fingers, Master." I felt him gently feel back there and the next thing I knew his finger slipped in. I grabbed him tight.

"What's causing that? Did you all ready lube your ass?"

"You know better'n that, Master. I would never do that. What if you wanted to dry fuck me like you've done many times? I got to thinking about you penetrating me, my ass went crazy in anticipation and it started dripping."

"I'll be damned. Well, slave, what are we going to do about that?"

"Red," I didn't use `Master' for emphasis, "never doubt that I love you with all my heart and respect you as my Master but please consider, your slave needs something from his Master right this minute that only he can take from me. I'm humbly asking you to consider, Sir, it can't wait."

Red didn't even ask what it was. He looked deep into my eyes and knew my need. My Master snapped his fingers and I was on a bail of hay in the position as fast as I could. Master Red didn't even check to see if I was lubed properly. I didn't want him to. I wanted him to take me, use me, make me come with him, my Master, my beast, my love. Red took me so hard it knocked the breath out of me. I said in a normal voice.

"Don't wait for the argument to stop, Master. It's your ass and won't argue with the man that owns it. Please, Master, Sir. Take it away from me. It's there for your use, your pleasure, all you want, Sir, take it away from me. I love you so damn much my beautiful, magnificent beast;---make your slave remember how good and hard you took it away from him. When your slave hits a bump in the road tomorrow, he'll look to his Master and smile. The pain shooting through this slave's ass will remind him who owns him and why. Please, Sir, fuck me hard, now."

Red didn't wait for my ass to stop arguing with his dick. He started fucking me with hard deep strokes. It hurt like a motherfucker. He knew it, too; however, he knew his slave wouldn't ask him for it if he couldn't handle it and he was damn sure going to see his slave got what he needed. It was exactly what I needed and what I wanted to feel. I needed my Master to take me viciously and savagely. At one point the fog of pain lifted and I was working my butt hard to meet each of his ass ripping, animal thrust. I began babbling not caring who might here us.

"Oh, thank you, Master! Oh, Master Red, you are the best of Master's to give your slave what he needs."

Red knew exactly what his slave needed and he was working my ass hard. He knew he'd get his pound of flesh after he once opened me up. The first few minutes he was going to make as rough, hard, and painful as his slave requested. He knew his slave only too well. His slave needed this occasionally from his beast of a Master. He hadn't fucked me that hard and viciously since our sex war games. Something in me missed that and needed to feel it at that moment.

Once again my magnificent beast of a Master was taking it away from me, hard. Taking it away as only he could. He had his own unique way of satisfying his primal urge and I couldn't have loved him more. Red didn't miss a stroke. He was fucking me so hard I had to hold on to the end of the bail of hay to keep from being fucked off our platform. I was transported to a place I wasn't conscious of anything around. All I could concentrate on was making sure my beloved beast had the best entry possible to my slave ass for his pleasure. He was my Master, my owner, my love. He had the right to take it away from me and he was using his property to it's fullest.

I wasn't aware the others gathered around to watch. I would have been even more turned on if I'd known. Ben Stafford sat on a bail of hay not far from us and motioned for Ben Jr. to sit in his lap. He rapped his big hand around Ben Jr's. all ready hard dick and started slowly jacking him off. Ben Jr. was fascinated by Red fucking me so viciously and me begging him for more. This was like a new world to him and he couldn't soak it up fast enough. His dad felt so good slowly jacking Ben Jr.'s dick. He leaned back into his dad and let out a relaxed sigh, turned his head up to Big Ben and kissed him.

My Master braced himself with both hands on either side of the hay bail. I threw my arms around his back and began to pull myself to him as tightly as I could. Red knew what I was doing. We'd done it many times before. Red locked his arms in place so I was completely off the bail of hay. My feet were locked around his waist, I was clinging tightly to his chest, and I was riding his big dick like it was a piston on a Harley. It was just the right position for him to fuck me the hardest he possibly could. He and I knew, that when I took that position there was no turning back.

He warned me again and again. Never take that position unless you know you can ride me to the end. He wasn't kidding with his warning. We both knew I was ready. In one fast movement he moved his hands from the hay bail to lock them around my back so he could lift my angle of entry to a forty-five degree. He had me literally bouncing off the base of his cock with each stroke he took. I felt like the rubber ball attached to a long rubber string on a `bolo bat.'

I could hear a couple of unbelieving exclamations from our audience but didn't break my concentration to ride my beast. I could see out of the corner of my eye Ben Jr. was mesmerized that Red was fucking me that hard and more astonishing to him, I was loving every minute of it. Finally, my Master growled at me that he was near. He was going to take it away from me.

Big Ben was working his son's dick pretty hard when my Master signaled he couldn't hold it no more and for me to shoot after him. I felt Master Red start emptying into me but he didn't stop his savage onslaught into my ass. My ass was trying to bite his raging cock off as I shot six feet over my head to the ooohs and ahhhhs from Ben Jr. and Senior.

Sonny's mouth was open and Boots couldn't believe what he'd just witnessed. Ben Jr. leaned back harder against his old man and shot so hard some landed on me and Master Red. Boots had followed Big Ben's lead and was jacking Sonny's dick. He shot right after Ben Jr. and some of his come landed on us. Red was still hooked up to me and laying on top, panting, listening to me babble on and on about how my Master gave his slave what he needed.

"Thank you, Master Red, for being such a good and understanding Master and allowing me to come."

Red did something he usually didn't do. He raised up, found my mouth and kissed me so gently and passionately tears came to my eyes. He was rooting around inside me at the same time enjoying a little more of his slave's ass. Ben Jr. and Sonny were speechless. Sonny had never seen man-sex that rough but he knew, somehow, he had to get that from his dad. His dick wouldn't go down even after shooting a heavy load.

"Get over there and clean them up, Son." Big Ben snapped his fingers and pointed to us. "Use your tongue. That's a good boy."

"You get over there and help him, slave." Boots barked at Sonny. "Some of that spunk's yours." They were both on us licking and cleaning. Ben Jr. was licking my Master's leathers and Sonny was licking me.

My Master was still rootin' around in my ass, fucking me and I was in a state of bliss. I couldn't have been more drained, felt more needed, more wanted, more loved than I was at that moment. I couldn't feel a greater love for my beast and brothers. I suddenly realized what Beauty knew all along; magnificent beast's give the best fucks.

I was sad to leave the Stafford's. I wondered if I would see them again. I had a warm feeling in my heart because everything worked out between Big Ben and Ben Jr. They spent the night in the barn. Big Ben didn't let his son go all night. Ben Jr. thought he'd died and gone to heaven to wake up in his dad's big arms the next morning. They lay together chortling like two morning doves swapping spit.

Ben Jr. became his dad's boot and sex slave. Mrs. Stafford couldn't believe the difference in the love Ben showed for Ben Jr. and how polite and thoughtful Ben Jr. had become. Not only to Ben but to her as well. His mother only had to mention some chore and Ben Jr. was doing it for her. Ben Jr. seemed to be much more comfortable around his dad and happy with his dad's efforts to show him more love.

His dad would come to the barn to help his son in his chores. There were no barriers between them anymore. He'd stop, grab his son, pull him to his big chest, look him in the eyes and say to him,

"I love you so much, Son. I need you as much as I love you. Show your Master your love, Son." And then big Ben would kiss Ben Jr. and hold him tight. Many times Ben Jr. would do as he had with Master Red. He'd drop his load in his dad's arms. It only made his dad love him more.

Mrs. Stafford never knew what was going on between them but she was happy for the new affection they had for each other. She came to love Ben Jr. all the more. I sometimes wondered about how much Mrs. Stafford knew? That lady was no dummy. She was a devoted wife, mother and grandmother. She knew her kids. She knew her husband. She obviously knew her oldest boy, very well.

Ben Jr. showed only respect and love for his dad and worked all the harder to please him. Until he became his slave big Ben sort of took his son for granted because Ben Jr. did so much for his dad without complaint. Big Ben discovered the treasure he had in his own boy. Then Ben Jr. reaped the rewards of being a faithful son. His dad became his loving Master. Ben Jr. no longer had to love alone. He and his old man shared love at least once a day and some weekends they couln't get out of the barn.

Mrs. Stafford died about six years after Ben Jr. and his dad became Master and slave. Big Ben grieved for his wife for almost a year and then one evening, over dinner, he ordered his slave to move his shit into his room. His slave would share his bed from then on.

They've had many good years together. Of course, Ben's gotten older but he's still a fine looking and active man. Active enough to keep his slave fucked regularly, have his slave suck him off once or twice a day, take his piss and keep his hole clean. Then, too, I can't remember seeing so much as a speck of dust or dirt on the big man's boots.

Ben Jr. obeys his Master without question. The kid loves his Master. He shared with me he didn't think too much about big Ben being his dad anymore. His dad that he knew before, sort of died that evening he knelt in front of his Master and paid homage to his boots. He accepts big Ben as his Master and that's how he thinks of him today. His slave couldn't be more loved or happier. Today when big Ben tells his son he loves him, his slave knows his Master damn well means it.

End of Chapter 18~ Booger Red & Cowboy Copyright2003 Waddie Greywolf Mail to: waddiebear@yahoo.com