by John of Colorado clrdjhn@yahoo.com Farmer turned rancher
If you are not of age or man/man sex bothers you, or this illegal in your area, then I suggest you leave NOW! Why are you still here, I told you to leave! The names have been changed but the story itself is basically based upon facts. However, it is fiction.
Chapter 3
The first trip over to my valley went with no problems. We unloaded the wagon and the women prepared the evening meal. It took us three more days to get everything moved. On the last day, we brought a load over, left it a returned to get the cattle and sheep.
We would really have to work if we wanted to get the crops planted. Most of the men worked at clearing the land. The other men and even some of the women, were behind a horse and a plow. Within a period of two weeks, we had the crops planted. We had barely finished when we got a good soaking rain. Now all we had to do was wait.
We were all just sitting around and resting after all the hard work we had done. Four Indian men appeared out of no where. I had a hard time convincing everyone that they were friends of mine. I asked them if they would like something to eat and much to everyone's surprise , they said yes. The women folk soon were preparing the evening meal.
The leader said that he wanted to show me something at the spring that was not far away. I agreed to go with him after we finished the meal. Of course, I knew what he wanted. My ass was already starting to twitch. I got some bacon grease and told everyone that I would be back soon. Much to my surprise Jack Carlos asked if he could go with us. My friend grinned and said that would be fine with him. We both knew what was to happen.
Jack Carlos and I saddled our horses and we left. When we were out of sight of the house, I took my shirt off and Jack Carlos did likewise. Our friends were grinning ear to ear. We headed into the woods and tied our horses to some trees. Now Jack Carlos and I were taking the rest of our clothes off. The Indians were already out of their loin cloths. Everyone was already hard. I had Jack Carlos get on his hand and knees and greased his ass good. My friend said he wanted to be first, so I prepared his cock and told him to get with it. In no time at all he was pounding Jack Carlos' ass and he moaning and groaned. I could tell he was enjoying himself.
I wasn't going to let him have all the fun. I soon had a man on each end and now I was the one enjoying my self. Soon the fourth man was plugging Jack Carlos. I knew this was going to be a lot of fun. My two finally came and I slipped my cock into the closest ass available. The leader came up behind me and stuck his cock into me. Now I was a sandwich. Man what I ride I got. Meanwhile, Jack Carlos was getting fucked again. This time he had a guy in his ass and the other in his mouth.
I told the four guys that this would have to be it for this time. We really must be getting back. I told them that the other people were moving into the valley and that they would always be welcomed and not to worry about the other people. They would not cause anyone any harm.
"Paul and Jack Carlos you must come with me to the spring now. Before you get there, you must believe me that my people and I had nothing to do with this what so ever. We came to a nearby farm earlier today and it was under attack by renegades outlaws. We were able to kill all the attackers."
We had arrived at the spring and there sat an Indian man and two little kids hugging each other and crying. The girl, Sarah, was about 9 and the boy, Mark, a little younger. When they saw us the came running to me. I took them into my arms and hugged them tight smoothing their sobs. My friend told me that the rest of the family had been killed. They didn't know what to do with the children so they decided to bring them to me.
The little girl confirmed what the Indians had told me. I asked her what her name was and she told me Sarah Ann Johnston and her brother was Mark Anthony. I knew immediately where her place was. My Indian friend told me that the place had not been burned and all the live stock was still there. The people had not been buried. I thanked him for bringing the children to me and that I would go over and take care of everything that need to be done.
We went back to my house and the Indians went on their way. The group was waiting for our return. I told them what had happened and that the Indians had saved the children and had killed all the attackers. The women folk took the children and cared for their needs. We did not have much daylight left so we decided to take three wagons over the Johnson place in the morning. The men were concerned that the Indians would return. I told them that the women folk would be fine and the Indians would be watching to see that no harm come to them. It took some convincing. I used the argument that if the Indians were bad , they would not have brought the children to us. They would had just taken them captive or killed them. Finally, they agreed with me..
We were up with the sun and after eating breakfast we were ready to leave. I had a hard time convincing the children that they should stay. I told them that I would bring the bodies back and that we would bury them here at the ranch on the hill behind the house with my mom and dad . They were ok with that. Sarah Ann told me that the grandmother and an older girl were in the root cellar and could be alive.
We arrive at the Johnston house and found the 5 men who had done the raiding. We went into the farm house and found the mother and father. Both dead. We went out back and found the root cellar. Sure enough the Grandmother and the girl were in it, alive. They were terrified. I had a hard time calming them down. I told them the Indians had saved the little boy and girl and had killed all the raiders. They could not save the mom and dad. We had come to take them to my place. We got the grandmother and girl something to eat and then we started loading the wagons. Two of the men rounded up the livestock and started driving them to my place. We loaded the three wagons that we had brought. We had to use boards from the barn to build up the sides and put a top on the wagon. We put the chickens, turkeys and pigs in the Johnston wagon and hitched their horses to it . We wrapped the bodies of the mother and father in blankets and put them on the top of the wagon
with the animals. Jack Carlos was going to drive this wagon. I was going to drive the one with the grandmother and girl. Our little group was ready to head for home. We would have to return later and get the larger farm equipment.
The grandmother wanted me to take her back into the house. She showed me how to remove a brick from the fireplace and took out a small metal box. She handed it to me and told me she wanted me to have it. Inside was $600.00. I told her that she should keep the money for the children but she insisted that I take it to pay for her keep and that of the children. I took it but I knew that I would save it for the children.
The next day Jack Carlos, his father, 3 other men and I went back and buried the raiders. Even bad guys should get a decent burial. While we were there Jack Carlos's father started looking around the place.
"You know guys, I think I like this place. The house is big and sound. The well is in. Plenty of out buildings, nice orchard, crops are in and it is fenced. It would be a lot easier for my wife and I to move into this place. All the work has already been done. I think I will bring my wife and our two daughters and their families over and let them see this place. The good thing is we will be only two hours from your place." said Mr. Chavez.
"Are you serious, I think this would be a good move. Let's plan on doing it tomorrow." Jack Carlos said eagerly. "It will surely save a lot of work and my nieces and nephews will have a good home. I think the Johnstons will let you have for a good price."
We all agreed that given the age of the mother and father. This would be the best thing possible. Finally, we had completed our task and headed home.
We called a meeting and told them of Mr. Chavez's decision. They were all overjoyed and the whole group decided that they would all "move" the family over and get them set up in their new home. Grandma Johnston and kids decided that they didn't want to go over. I agreed that it was best if they remained here at my house until we returned. Grandma Johnston told Mr. and Mrs. Chavez that the price for the house and land was right. She made them an offer they couldn't refuse. Two hundred and the place was theirs.
The group worked all day and finally, Mr. and Mrs. Chavez and family were settled into their new home. A couple of the outbuildings were set up as temporary housing for the two daughters and their families. The Chavez family agreed to file on all the land that they could legally claim. We said out goodbyes and headed home.
In the weeks that followed everyone filed claims for their land allotment. The entire group would work on one house, complete it and outbuildings and move on to the next. We now had idle time until harvest time, so everyone spent time hauling wood and getting ready for winter. Jack Carlos and I found little time to be by ourselves and we made good use of the time. Both of our asses got a good work out. We tried to make up for lost time.
Grandma Johnston asked Jack Carlos and me if we could take her to a stage stop. She wanted to go back east and spend her last days with family. The oldest girl wanted to go back with her. We found out that she was not a Johnston and also had family in the east. The closest stop was a whole day away. We agreed to take them.
The youngest two were not Johnstons either. They belong to Mrs. Johnston by another marriage. Relatives unknown. They didn't want to go. They wanted to stay with Jack Carlos and me. Neither one of use knew anything about raising children but we must have been crazy but we agreed that they could stay.
We put Grandma Johnston's and the girl's meager belonging into a couple of carpet bags, loaded
some food and bedding into a wagon and head off. The kids were wired. Jack Carlos and I knew we would have our hands full but we were looking forward to the challenge.
We arrived at the stage stop and discovered that the stage would not arrive until the next day. We got Grandma and her traveling companion a room. I knew that Grandma would have ample money because Mr. Chavez had purchased the farm belonging to her son. So we said out goodbyes and headed home. We only went a short way, found a good camping spot and made camp.
The kids loved playing in the campfire and the thought of sleeping under the stars. Everything was going fine until we heard a coyote howl. That did it. One kid grabbed Jack Carlos and the other grabbed me and wouldn't let go. When we went to bed, the kids had to sleep between us.
When they finally went to sleep, Jack Carlos tapped me on my shoulder and whispered, " follow me. Be quite and don't wake the kids. You ass is mine tonight!"
It was a clear moonlight night and we could see without any problems. We went out of sight of camp. Jack Carlos didn't waste any time. He bent me over a log and started pounding my ass. When he finally finished, I heard a familiar voice. "Now that you have him opened up, I want a turn, Is he a good fuck tonight." I knew very well that this was my Indian friend.
"You bet. He is so tight tonight, I could hardly get my cock in his hole. He is a good one tonight. So enjoy. I want another turn at him when you are finished." sighed Jack Carlos.
"Why don't you bend over the log here next to Paul and let my fiend sample your ass. He is new at this and don't know what he has been missing. Be good to him and train him right." Said the Indian man who was already fucking Paul.
Jack Carlos bent over the log next to Paul. "Oh! You didn't tell me he was half horse. Slow down a bit and let my ass get used to that big horse dick." "OK you can start out slow and then tear me a new hole."
"You are one good fuck! I think I will take you home and kick my woman out. You are so tight"
Jack Carlos was now giving him a ride that he would never forget.
By morning four guys had sore asses. "I am sure glad that I don't have sit on a horse. Why don't you two ride the wagon with us. We can continue when we get home." Said Paul.
"We would love to but we are going a different way. Just keep the your asses ready and we will see you on our way back. Right Pardner?"
"You know it. I am hooked on man sex now. I must say you to have better asses than any woman." The second Indian relied. "I don't know when I had a better time."
"You know we can take turns using each other. Jack Carlos and Paul are just special treats.! Catch you the next time around." said the Indians as the rode off.
We had breakfast. Loaded the wagon, and put the kids in and headed home. We would be on the road all day and would pay for all the fun that we had last night.