Part One - Old West Gang of Thieves
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This is part one of a continuing story about Crackers, Garret and their gang of thieves: The Saxons.
A TALE OF LOVE AND ROMANCE IN THE OLD WEST
Cracker, Garret and the gang of old west thieves
CHAPTER ONE - INTRODUCTION TO THE SAXONS
I guess you could say it was my own fucking fault.
You'd think, after all these years of being a part of the most notorious thieving group - we're named the Saxons - in the Valley of Brittlewood, that I'd know better.
Stealing from the mayor, shoot, I should've known I'd regret it, especially since I was doing it without Garret's knowledge, much less permission. Garret's the leader of our little thieving group, see, and he's a mite bossy. But he's good at being bossy so I don't begrudge it of him. And then there's the fact that his being bossy makes me...well...I'll get to that later.
Anyhow, he's also a little protective of me. I'm Nat Crakener, though Garret called me Crackers, and I'm seventeen. You'd think Garret thought I was six by the way he treated me, though. I guess I do act foolishly and rashly and even a little stupidly sometimes...But still! I'm seventeen!
This here, the time when I tried to steal from the mayor of Britton, a stupid ass ugly town in Brittlewood, was one of those times when I guess you could say I acted a little stupidly.
The mayor of Brittlewood's a stupid, pansy man. And he's ugly, to boot. But he's also got the hots for little boys and me being a little boy - well, maybe I'm not little but I'm small for seventeen - I thought if I weasel my way into his bed I could easily clonk him on the head, take the loot the old miser has stored under his bed and skedaddle without having to let to old pervert do with me...you know.
Well, my plan went haywire when he asked me to dress up for him - you know, wearing an actual lady's dress? Well, I wasn't big on the idea - I don't much go for that sort of thing - but I obliged, stripping down to where I was bare ass naked and then pulling on the giant, pink ruffly thing. The smooth cloth did feel all nice against my skin, but I reminded myself I had a job to do. After all, I didn't want to wait till the last minute to make my move because the mayor might have been stupid and ugly but he was also fat and a lot bigger than me and I didn't want him to take his pleasure with me against my will. So, as I was hiking up my skirts I kicked him, knocked him out cold like I'd planned. I started to stuff a bag full of loot and climbed out the window without taking off my dress. Now, the sheriff may be even stupider than the mayor but he still was curious as to why a redheaded teenage boy was climbing out a window wearing a pink dress and carrying a lumpy burlap bag. I tried to bribe the creep with a blow job but he seemed to think he was all high and mighty and ought to be loyal to his wife.
And so that's how I ended up in the Britton jailhouse wearing a pink ruffly dress.
The cell was dank and dark, but it had a window - barred, and I couldn't get it open - so I wasn't too worried. Garret would probably break in and save me, or else send one of the other guys from the Saxons. I couldn't sleep not because I was scared but because I was used to sleeping bare ass naked and it was a warm night to be wearing a big fluffy dress. I would have slipped out of it, but it was tied in several places I couldn't reach.
Anyway, sure enough I was sitting there and at about midnight the window got pushed open easily by somebody - fuck him, I thought, I'd tried and tried and couldn't get the damn thing open - and Garret stuck his head in.
The rest of his large body - not fat, mind you, Garret's just mega tall and all muscle - barely fit through the window, but it did. His bare feet touched the ground lightly as he dropped to the floor and before I had a chance to blink he had scooped me up in his arms.
"Took you long enough," I told him, primly pretending I wasn't wearing an obnoxious pink dress. I opened my mouth to inform him that he really didn't deserve to be leader of a gang of thieves if he couldn't rescue one of his gang within four hours - it'd taken him six - but he stopped me by covering my boyish lips with his manly ones.
The kiss was amazing, and seemed to last forever. I was breathless when it was done. I rolled my eyes at him and he grinned at me, simply giving me that twisted up smile of his.
And then was stuffing me through the window just like that, his big rough hand pushing on my ass - I love it when he does that to me - to hurry me up as I tried to climb out the window.
I dropped to the ground, which felt cool to the touch against my bare feet.
But I didn't stop to think about how cool the ground was, I just started to run through the woods right away, hiking up my skirts. I didn't wait for Garret to escape because I knew, after all, that he'd catch up with me. And sure enough he did, scooping me up in his arms and running faster than I ever could.
"I can run too, you know," I told him smartly, and he looked down at me, a smile playing at his lips. His dark eyes sparkled.
"You want me to let you?"
"No," I shook my head, nuzzling my head against his muscular chest and holding on tight as he picked up his speed, his bare feet moving soundlessly across the ground.
Just for reference, and because I like to talk about my man, I'll describe how Garret looks. Like I mentioned, he's tall and all muscle. This particular night he was wearing a thin, almost gauzy gray shirt that was full of half tears and slipped down like it was going to fall off his massively broad shoulders. His hair was dark and short - sort of like mine is red and short, and his face was all chiseled features. He wore plain dark trousers with a revolver stuck carelessly down his pants and, of course, his feet were bare.
Eventually, after what seemed like hours of running but probably was only 20 minutes, I started to feel sleepy. Soon, all faded to blissful darkness and I found myself dreaming of Garret.
When I woke up, I was laying naked in bed with Garret's massive naked body behind me, his chest against my back and his strong legs wrapped with my skimpy ones and his giant cock nestled between my ass cheeks. Ah, I was home.
I shifted, slightly, enjoying the rough feel of the hardy blanket that lay on top of us and the feel of the similar one spread underneath us.
I could feel the warmth of the fire just a few yards away and realized we were lying in front of it, downstairs in the Saxon hideout.
Our hideout was just a little cabin thing nestled and hidden away in the woods of the Brittlewood valley. It was roomy, though, with a big open downstairs and two rooms upstairs that looked down on the big downstairs room over a balcony. Kind of hard to describe, but that's the basics there.
I felt Garret's big, calloused hand on my thin, smooth shoulder and felt him bury his face in my neck.
"Morning baby," his deep, rough and sexy voice murmured into my shoulder. I giggled. His breath tickled.
"I'm not a baby," I told him, trying to wriggle out of his grip.
"You're my baby," he replied, smoothly, as he nibbled my ear. I could feel his already long dick starting to grow even bigger. "And you still need taking care of, as is clear after your little escapade yesterday." I felt his growing cock draw back, away from my body.
"I'm not nobody's," I told him, gasping as I felt his dick head dabbing pre-cum at my asshole.
"You're wrong, baby," he replied, and his entire body was suddenly still. "You're mine."
And then he plunged into me and I cried out in pain and pleasure, all mixed together at once.
Now he was pushing in me, pulling out, pushing in, each time going deeper inside me and making my body spasm each time he brushed against the spot inside me that he knew how to manipulate so well.
"Whose are you, baby?" he demanded, his voice still calm, if a little more clipped and breathless. "Whose are you?" That second time he was a bit less controlled.
"Yours," I cried. "Oh, hell, Garret, I'm yours!"
"Say it," he hissed in my ear, as he wrapped his big arm around my body and pulled it back against his cock, then out again, then back. My ass eagerly thrust back against him, wanting to keep all of him in me forever. "Say it, baby. Tell daddy whose you are."
"Yours," I gasped, for all I could do was gasp. "Yours." I made a throaty groaning noise. "Oh hell," I breathed. "Fu-fuck me, G-Garret! Yours. Hell!" I let out a cry. "Fuck me, please, I'm-ah-I-"
And then I was spraying juice everywhere, my boy cock shooting out semen like horse dick shoots out piss.
"Yeah, baby, you like daddy's cock inside you, don't you?" Garret's deep voice was laboured, now. Even he, though his stamina was incredible, could not long hold himself back early in the morning. Of course, his quickies were longer than what most men would call long, drawn out sex. My man was amazing.
"Fuck," I groaned. "Me. Garret."
"Yeah, boy," he snarled, like an animal, thrusting all the way inside of me and nearly squeezing my guts out as he clawed at my chest as he reached around from behind. My arms, in turn, clawed at the air.
Then, without warning, I was flipped on my stomach and Garret was on top of me, thrusting into me more powerfully than before, one hand pressed at the small of my back, the other flung in the air as if he were riding a wild bull. My eyes squeezed shut against the rough cloth under me and I felt a tear - of pleasure or pain or both I don't know - roll down my cheek as Garret gave one last thrust and collapsed on top of me as he filled me with his juices.
We lay there, all sweaty, breathing heavily for a moment.
"Whose, baby?" he breathed, cockily, in my ear.
I let out a moan of ecstacy as I lay under him basking in the afterglow.
"Yours, fuck it all, yours!"
His hand massaged my back as I felt his cock start to shrink against my ass.
"Just so you know, baby," he whispered as he swallowed my ear. "Just so you know." He nuzzled my neck, pushing my around till I flipped over, under him, and faced him.
He kissed me then, hard, his tongue shoving past my lips and teeth to spar - it won - with my own tongue.
"Shit, Garret," I told him. "I'll always be yours. You know that."
"I know," he mummered, pulling up and looking down at me fondly. "Just want to make sure you know, too."
I blushed.
"I love you, Garret," I told him. He grinned at me.
"Love you, too, Crackers. Love you too."
A couple minutes later, Garret finally stood and started to pull his clothes on. I sat up and looked around.
Linus, a naturally massive man who was practically square in shape, was sitting on the beat-up green couch petting our gang's cat, Cat.
He smiled at me, with that big goofy smile of his. I grinned back.
Linus is one of the coolest guys in the gang. He's gentle as a lamb, unless he's fighting, in which case you should watch out for his fists. He's also really protective of me because I'm Garret's and Linus thinks the world of Garret. He also thinks I'm cute, but in a motherly way I guess.
Linus' hair is short brown, with a little ponytail sticking out the back. His eyes are gentle blue, but that's really the only part of him that looks gentle - the rest of him is big and muscular and menacing in appearance. Even his clothes, which are plain and simple, somehow make him seem rough and tough, even though he isn't rough at all. He's tough, though, at least when he wants to be.
Eating his breakfast over at the table and ignoring us was Renn, probably the Saxon member I dislike the most. He's obnoxious, mainly, and he treats me like shit when Garret's not around and only "respects" Garret because Garret could beat him up.
Renn, a man of medium height, also thinks an awful lot of himself and where's clothes that are all black, and a large overcoat that hung nearly to the ground. He thought it looked cool, and admittedly it did. The coat was black, which matched his eyes and his hair. His head was shaved, though, so the only hair you saw was his goatee.
Of course neither of them were fazed by having watch Garret fuck the daylights out of me, as that happened all the time and usually where all the gang was watching. If any of the gang didn't like watching none except Renn showed it and he just ignored when the sex was happening - though he sometimes did gave snide, rude comments to me when Garret wasn't around.
Still, the entire gang knew that I was Garret's and that they should keep their mitts off of me. Oh, sure, sometimes if a gang member did real well then Garret would reward the member by telling me to suck them off, which I did gladly, even Renn. But my ass was Garret's and Garret's alone. That was pretty much my place in the gang - I wasn't even allowed to wear clothes much ever, never in our hideout and sometimes even when we left on a job I had to go naked. Garret was the all around man, the charismatic leader who was smart and strong and could handle a gun well. Linus was the muscle of the gang, and also an amazing cook. Renn was our sneak, he could get in and out of places without people knowing it. He also knew how to handle sniper rifles and other sure-shot guns. The fifth and final member of the Saxons was a gunsling extraordinaire, a shorter guy about my height, who was probably my favorite gang member if you don't count Garret.
Terk was the shortest member of the gang after me, he was only about 5' 7" which was about an inch taller than me. He was built like a brick wall, though, all muscle. And you would have thought he was taller because he walked all cocky like, as if he was in charge of the world. Oh, sure, he deffered to Garret because he wasn't stupid but he made even that seem like the macho, manly thing to do. He had short, curly black hair and big dark eyes. His mouth was constantly curved up into a smile that said he was in charge. He also spoke with a weird sort of accent - whatever accent it was, it sounded very sexy to me. Terk also loved to watch Garret fuck the living daylights out of me. Sometimes he'd even whip out his impressive dick and start jerking it as he watched. That was another thing I loved about Terk: his dick. It wasn't near as long as Garret's but it was a little bit fatter and it was long, in it's own right. Just compared to Garret's, which I think is probably longer than anyone elses in the world, his is short. Also, Terk is super hairy. Curly black hair covers his whole body. It's a big turn on for me, and when Garret rewards Terk by having me suck him off, I enjoy it more than I enjoy sucking off anyone - except Garret.
This particular morning, Terk came out of his bedroom and looked down at me from the balcony. He wore un-assuming pants, as always, and a loose white shirt that was always only buttoned halfway up.
"Hey, kid," he called down at me. "You're looking more girly by the minute. We'll make a lady of you yet." He winked at me, and I grinned back.
"You missed the sex this morning," I told him, throwing a steamy look at Garret, who smiled gently back at me.
"Ah, I know," he nodded, sadly clucking his tongue.
I laughed and stood, scratching at the small of my naked back.
"So what's the plan for today, Garret?" I asked as Garret hooked his belt around his waste. He was dressed like a cowboy, this morning, complete with hat.
"Robbing, same as always," he replied plainly, reaching over and ruffling my hair with his big hand.
I grinned up at him - if I had a tail I would have been wagging it.
He's my man, I'm his boy and this is our gang: The Saxons.