SEDUCING A COWBOY - CHAPTER 1
In the shadow of a shack, a small wellspring of light bloomed from the sinews of the wood. The energy widens as it grows into a portal of what appears to be a shining corridor. Once the portal was opened, I walk through the bright and shining doorway and stroll onto a patch of dirt and straw. I wear my usual full length coat of white, silver, and mythril fabric with the hood safely over my head.
I turn to the beaming passage of brilliance and hold out my hand to it. Once beckoned, the portal closes in upon itself and disappears into the wood.
"So..." I turn around and look upon my new location. I see some odd houses -- offhand, they look very primitive shacks of wood with people walking out in strawhats, plaid shirts, worn denim trousers, flowery dresses and decorative bonnets.
"God, I really should look into taking a history course before I make these jumps..." I say to myself as I take a look. "But it does look like I'm in the right place."
Recently I've found out I'm due for a vacation. I've gotten then hang of time travel with the help of the technology division, even though I'm more attuned to magic and hypnosis and the like.
Though, honest to God, this is one of the few times I've ever time-traveled this far into the past. The only other instance I went in this deep was when a colleague of mine took me to this one place in time known as the `Salem Witch Trials'. He took me along partly to have me confirm if there were ever any true witches with magic in their blood during those trials -- there was like, maybe ONE at most, but almost everything in Salem was caused by mass hysteria and rotten food.
The other part was because my colleague has a twisted sense of humor. He showed the denizens there a very old iPod just for the sake of watching them shriek in horror when they could hear the songs coming from it. They called him and I witches' and tried to have us killed; the pilgrims and good-wives were fully convinced we used witchcraft to imprison innocent souls into our tiny box and enslaved them to sing for us. And the fact that my friend couldn't stop laughing from the horrific accusations did NOT help. I will admit, it was funny seeing these people lose their sanity over what he called a cheap and harmless' prank.
That was my FRIEND'S vacation. Mine? I've sort of had something a little kinky in mind at a dustbowl town with animal-wrangling cowboys. If nothing else -- like if it all goes hilariously wrong like it did in Salem -- I can always pull a simple emergency reality shift and undo everything I did like I was never even there.
"Right." I toss a few chalk-pods onto the ground, and my loyal drawing tools automatically draw a transmutation circle in seconds. This is a simple move that someone from the mysticism division like myself does to adjust my outfit. In any world or era people like me enter, occasionally we have to change our clothing to fit in and cause as little mild discord as possible.
Trust me. Some people go ballistic with very little provocation. Just look at the year 2020.
I step onto the transmutation circle for a quick change of clothes. In the blink of an eye, my cloak is replaced by a white and silver poncho with an elaborate pattern, a clean-cut straw hat on my head, and some boots with gold spurs with complimenting garments underneath. Yes, I know, my color scheme is still conspicuous to my surroundings. I'm hard pressed to change my sense of style no matter what time period I'm browsing.
Now by now, you're probably asking am I a wizard? Time traveler? Inventor? Scientist? Alchemist? Alien? I guess you could say I'm a little bit of all of the above. I'm from a very distant time and place where magic and technology makes all sorts of things happen, with time-travel and transmutation being one of them.
Buuuuuut I don't want to waste time explaining my life story. I'm just here for a booty call one might say.
Disguised and idle, I walk onto what appears to be a cattle ranch. Now keep in mind once again, I am from eons ahead of this era, and God forbid I ever crack open a history book, so I have hardly any idea what, where, and who I'm doing here. I approach a fence made up of long staves of wood when I spot a very cute cowboy.
Jackpot.
Wornout but form-fitting pants with riding boots with clinking spurs and a blue/white checker shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a partially tattered straw hat to top it off. Dirty blonde hair cut short with a very fine layer of stubble at his lower jaw. He's leaning on the post fence while standing on the bottom fence watching the other workers herd the cattle into the stable. If I were to guess, I'd say this man is in his mid-20's. Around my age, more or less.
I walk up beside him and leaned on the post beside him. "Heh. The last time I saw THIS many cattle stampeding in one place was during Black Friday, 2018." I say to try and break the ice.
The hunk scoffs and turns to me "Black What-Now?"
"... Oh, Black Friday isn't a thing yet? My bad." I chuckle.
"Uhhh, what're you talkin' bout, sir?" He asks. Ugh, his country accent is already adorable, I just wanna have my way with him.
"Nothing. Sometimes I go into one timezone and say a lot of things that don't make sense."
"Huh huh, guess so." He chuckles.
"I'm Milo, by the way." I say as I offer my hand.
"Cody." He shakes my hand "Cody Summers." Cody looks at me up and down and raises a brow "That's some fancy get-up you got on. Don't think I've ever seen a poncho like that."
"Yeah. I'm not from around here." I tell him as I lean my back to the fence.
"I can tell. You're from the big city, ain't ya?"
"You could say that." I remark. Cody shrugs and steps off from the fence. He and I start to walk along the pasture.
"So what was that about cattle and Fridays?"
"Oh nothing. Just comparing people to livestock, you wouldn't understand." I glance down and tilt my head to check out his rump. He's got some good mounting material there "I'd rather talk about your ass."
"Oh, my ass is over there." Cody chuckled as he points.
"Huh?" I look in the direction and nearly facepalmed myself when I saw a few donkeys by the stable.
"Ol' Richard's gettin' on in years. Still a good boy though."
"Right, let's try again. How would you like to suck some cock?" Yeah, very direct, I'll admit. But time-traveling to this kind of age, I can't help but wonder how terminology translates from person-to-era. Besides, in some of the places I've been to, I'm still considered being coy right now.
And of course, Cody just gives me a very weird look. "Stranger. How on EARTH would I go around shoving a rooster in mah mouth???"
"You'd be surprised."
"Heh... If you say so..." Cody says as he walks on. I can tell he's not really fixing to talk to me anymore. That's cool -- if push comes to shove, I can always pull out one of my tools to get with him, but I wanna see how far I can push it before I get him to fool around.
"Sooooo..." I reach down and start to rub his bottom.
"U-Uh... Mister?" Cody says as he slows a bit. "You wanna git your hand off mah..."
"Take me for a ride, and I might." I say with a smirk.
"Heh heh, look." He says as he takes my hand off his rear and firmly holds it in place. "You seem nice. Awful nice. TOO nice, Mister Milo. But if you need a ride, yall need to go to the stables. I got work to do before supper." And with that, he turns and starts to stride away from me.
"Hmph. Have it your way, then." I said as I reach into my pocket to draw out one of my secret weapons: a copper ring with an amethyst orb on it. I put the ring on my finger and jog back up to Cody. "Hey! Wait up!" I catch up to him and he turns around. "Look. I'm sorry. I get a little too `friendly' sometimes."
"Yeah." Cody says as he crosses his arms and leans on one leg. I can already see his mouth cracking a subtle smile.
"I'm new in town, I come from a place where people get very `nice' and I just need someone to, you know..."
Cody chuckles as he nods "Alright then, shoot. Guess I can understand that." He reaches over and claps my shoulder. "So. You lookin for work?"
"You could say that." I answer as he and I walk more.
"My Pa owns the whole ranch if ya really wanna stay awhile. We got small shack you can stay in even. Ya have to work it off though if ya ain't got any money to rent."
"Alright, I understand..." I nod as I aim to touch him again, this time with my right hand, the one wearing the copper ring with the violet gem on it. I reach down and very carefully cupped his left buttock.
"Alright. S'long's as you... Ooof, hah..." Cody pauses and shudders as he chuckles a bit "Woo, nelly."
"Something up, Cody?" I chuckle. I grab his rump firmly and really dig my figners into the denim crack of his pants.
"Ah, nuthin. Just gettin a lil hot, `s all." He sniffed and brushed it off. "So what do you do? What kinda work ya lookin for?"
"Ohhhh nothing too strenuous." I reply as I put my right hand on his shoulder "Maybe just a bit of plowing..." I glance at the ring, and the jewel gives a faint glimmer just as Cody's back arches a bit and he huffs hard.
"WooooooWEE! HMmmmm!" He shakes his head and coughs. I look down and notice his crotch giving a slight push from inside. "Dayum... Sorry bout that, mah heart's pounding somethin' fierce."
"Don't worry. Happens to a lot of folks." I give his rump a few pats and he actually flinches from it.
"A-Ahh, oh..." He reaches down and adjusts his crotch before going. The ring I'm wearing is a talisman I designed myself; it enhances the hormones and arousal of whomever I touch. Before I came here, another friend of mine told me that this era is very repressed in terms of sex. I don't know why, but the idea of making a straight and naïve cowboy into something of a potential himbo is very hot to me.
A while later, Cody escorts me to his family's main household to have me talk things over with his father. Apparently that's how living arrangements are discussed in this era. Are all things this plain and simple here in the... `Old West', is it called? That's either a nickname for this territory or a sentimental title. God, I should have taken a history class. What does a guy have to do to bang some cowboy tail?
"Hey, Pa!" Cody calls up just as another man walks in.
Whoa, Daddy. This man has a thick, muscular build. Big round pot-belly as well as a finely groomed medium-sized beard and hair that I can just tell that recently got a trim a couple of weeks ago. Fuck, I'll bet this man's a hairy beast in the sack.
"Howdy, boy." He greets before he turns to me "And who's this fancy-lookin gentleman?"
"Milo." I say as I offer my hand "Milo Boreas."
"Pleased tah meet ya, Mr Boreas" He says as he comes up to take my hand "I am Arthur Summers." He grips my hand and raises his brows as feels a light wave come upon him "Woooo, hah..." He shakes my hand and backs up and adjusts his hat. I give a small smile as I feel the ring's primal resonance make him grunt and shutter "So, what can I do for you, Mr Boreas?"
"Call my Milo, sir." I tell him. "Well, I recently came into town and I could use a place to stay."
"Heh, well lucky fer you, we got us a place and a job fer ya."
"Great! So... What form of payment do you take?" I ask, but Arthur gives me a sort of odd look.
"Uhhhh... Well, you can work to earn ya keep. But ya also gonna need money for your necessities. Folks `round here are real givin' to new comers, but ya know."
"Right, right right right, uhhh... So..." I bring up my pack and open it up before looking up to the chubby ranch owner, "Do you accept credits?"
"Ahh... Beggin' your parden?"
"Okay, obviously not... What about Spectrons?" I ask after checking my currency bank in my pack.
"Spec-what?"
"Yen? Quid? I have Ambenite shards if those count."
"Alright, you can stop wasting my time, boy." Arthur frowns "I ain't got patience for no damn fools round here."
"W-Wait a minute Pa," Cody says as he comes up to him and takes him aside to mutter... As if I literally can't hear them from 7 feet away. "Take it easy on him, Pa. He's prob'ly one of those city boys in the schools, ya know? Look how he's dressed up, right?"
Arthur huffs a bit and nods "Fine then, I'll humor ya." He turns back to me and walks back over. "Mr Boreas, I don't know what kinda nonsense you talkin. But `round these parts, ya need paper dollars. Ya hear?"
"Oh! Dollars! God, I haven't dealt in those in ages." I comment, ignoring the very estranged looks from both Cody and Arthur "Ahhhhh... It doesn't look like I have any of those right now."
"Then you can work your keep boy." Arthur tells me as he crosses his arms while looking me up and down "What kind of work do you do?"
"What kind of work do you have?"
"Hmm... You ever wrangle cows?"
"Can't say that I have."
"Groom or tend to horses?"
"Once or twice, but that was a long time ago."
"Ya ever build something?"
"Nothing as elaborate as a house."
"Good lord, have you ever done ANYTHING before???"
"Yes I have."
"Well what in God's name do you DO?"
"It's complicated. Look, I'm a fast learner and I know my way around... Let's say gardens. I'm no stranger to agriculture. I saw an apple orchard not far from here. I assume that's part of your property?"
"It is..." Arthur leers. He really doesn't want me here. This guy must hate cities. "Fine then. You can start at dawn tomorrow with a bushel to start harvesting. Think you can do that?"
"Oh I can do a lot of things."
"Geh" He snorted "By what you just told me, you'll forgive me if that don't sound convincing." Arthur nods to his son, "Cody, show Mr Boreas here to his room."
"Yes, Pa." Cody nods and comes out with me and walks across the ranch. "Sorry bout all that. Pa's real serious about the ranch, and he prefers to hire folks with experience, ya know? Likes workers who knows what they're doin'."
"Interesting concept." I conject, "Expecting expertise off the bat from a person who may or may not have experience in the past? Where does your father think experience comes from in the first place?"
"I... Ya got a good point actually."
"Anyway, I don't intend to stay here long enough to make a living." I tell him. "I'm just here for a short vacation before I get back to my life."
"So... If ya don't mind me asking, Milo. What IS it that you do?" He asks me.
"I'm a Light Mage from roughly 70,000 years into the future. I work with magic and synthesis as well as occasionally maintaining the timeline of reality itself. I specialize in hypnosis, alchemy, glyphology, and most recently time-travel."
"Geh-heh, ahahhahaha" Cody chuckles "Alright, partner. Don't tell me."
"I just did." At least that's just scratching the surface of what and who I am. Again though, I'm not sticking around long enough to explain my life story. Not that I expect anyone would believe me based on what I just said; since the moment I met Cody, half of what I said must have come across as almost complete gibberish.
"Well. WHATEVER ya do. Why work at a ranch? Why not go ask for a job at a shop or stick to one of the cities? Ya might feel more at home there."
"Oh I don't think I can REALLY feel at home here in this time period even if I tried. This is more of a camping trip for me."
"Psshh... Alright then. Personally I go camping in the woods, but whatever works for ya."
We come to one of the quaint little shacks that's situated just within the outter perimeter of the ranch's fence. "Here we are, Mr Milo." Cody says heartily as he opens the door and walk me in. It's really not much -- there's a rickety bed, three windows, a half-busted table with a makeshift chair and... That's it.
"Not much, I know." Cody chuckles "But it holds up any of the season."
"I'll definitely have to make a few adjustments." I cross my arms as I scrutinize the place. There isn't even a bathroom OR a kitchen. Is this the Old West or the Dark Ages?? "I'm the sort of person that takes a top-of-the-line RV when I go camping."
"Hah hah hah. Sir, you're not making a lick of sense to me." He chuckles to me. Meanwhile, I reach down and start to rub the small of his back again "But dang if I... W-Whooaa..." He shudders as he feels a rush up his spine.
"At any rate." I say as he hesitates, "I'm sure you've got other chores to do, and I've got some things to set up in here." I feel the copper ring on my finger tingle my finger as its magic channels into Cody. He irks and pants as I rub up his shoulder before giving his rump another light slap.
"U-UH!" He staggers and shakes his head "Woo... Haaaaave mercy... AHEM" He muses as he adjusts himself as I walk to the table and take off my ponch. "I uh... I gotta go chop some wood." He coughs as he goes for the door, but whips around, "C-Can I stop by later?"
"Oh, you want to come visit?"
"S-Sure, uh..." He sniffs and tips his hat. "Just to make sure you're settlin' in okay."
"Sure, that would be great." I smile and nod to him.
"Alright" He smiles playfully to me before he nods "Afternoon, then."
"Later." After he closes the door I take out a handful of my chalk orbs. I toss one at the table, threw another one at the bed, and a couple more at a few corners of the shack. "Juuuuust a few adjustments. Heh" As soon as the chalk balls land where I threw them, they start to move by themselves and draw runes and symbols.
I take a regular stick of chalk and go to the door. I draw a tiny transmutation circle on the left side of the threshold and scribed the symbol for tangibility'. On the right side of the threshold, I draw another small array onto the aged wood panel and scripted the character for cleansing'. I stand up and drew a few more elemental runes above the doorway. "From what I gather, hygiene is still more or less a foreign concept in this era. Almost everyone I saw since I came here is covered in dirt.
-- Cody approaches the door to the small cabin he put that stranger in. The handsome cowboy huffs and rubs the back of his neck, holding a small plate of dinner -- Milo didn't show up to supper. He can't help but wonder if he already left. But there's light flickering in the windows, so he's still in there.
"Ah... What should I say?" Cody ponders as he paces "Hi, goodnight? Here, I brought supper? Why didn't you come? Ah man..." He paces around on the front doorstep. "Gosh, what am I doing?? Just check in on him. It's not hard." He comes to the door and adjusts himself, much like that time he asked Mary-Sue to the festival years ago. He clears his throat and knock on the door.
A couple of seconds later, the door opens and Milo opens up. The first thing Cody sees is that Milo isn't wearing a shirt! He's in his pants and barefoot, but he's not even in longjohns! "Oh hey, Cody, I was wondering when you'd come."
"Yeah- ahem, yessir." He nods and holds up the plate "I thought you'd might be hungry?"
"Oh thanks." Milo smiles at him and nods in "Come inside."
"A-Ah okay?" Cody turns around and checks behind him. Nothing weird about this, right? Just checking in on a new worker. He coughs and steps on in to follow Milo.
As soon as his boots clink past the threshold, Cody feels a weird sensation on his skin. He blinks as he pats at himself. He furrows his brow as his mouth wiggles about and he feels along his clothing "Wha?" He looks at himself and notes that his clothes and just... Himself, feel somehow lighter and... `Comfortable'? Even his teeth feel weird -- like they've got nothing on them, not even the tiny shred of meat stuck between. He looks behind him and circles a bit. Nothing seems different about himself, but it's almost like a wind blew over him, but there's no draft...
Shrugging off the weird moment, Cody closes the door and raises his brow as he looks at the shack. It definitely looks a LOT different since... EVER! There are thick curtains set by the windows, the bed is at least 5 times bigger and lavish than it was! The table is a lot fancier than it was, as well as there are several other chairs. And in the corner, there's what looks like an open stall to the outside with a metal spout above. That's just to list a few things that's drastically different about the place.
"You... Uh... Wow... Milo, did you have a few saloon girls in here??"
"No. Why do you ask?"
"Cause... By gosh, it looks like a fancy saloon' in here!" Cody scoffs in disbelief. "E-Even the air in here is... Cold? What?!"
"Don't think about it too much." I tell him as I come behind him and pat him on the rump -- after which he gasped and even moaned a little. I smile as I slip my hand into his pants and dip my hand down into his rear.
"Hoohhhh... Haahhh..." Cody shakes as he holds himself up. "Wh... What're you doin to me...?"
"Just what I wanted to do since I came to town..."
His back pushes against the door as I click the buckles of his suspenders and pull his pants down. He whimpers and sweats as he lets me slowly undress him. The ring on my finger flickers as the lust charm bewitches him.
His pants go down to show his legs are covered by a white fabric. I unbutton his shirt until I open it to show him in longjohns, with a tent pushing forward in his crotch.
"H-Hohh!" Cody nearly falls over when I gently held his erection. "Wh... What in blue blazes is goin on..."
"What do you mean, buddy?" I ask as I put my hands over his shoulders.
"I-I-I... I never felt like this before." He whines as his strong, firm arms shakily go to my hips. He swallows and shakes as he stands there in his union suit with our faces inches from each other "Men... Don't do this with men... Do they?"
"All the time, where I'm from." I smirk at him. He blushes hard.
"B-But, not... I don't... I never done this with a fella... I-I never done anything... I'm, I'm..."
"You're horny." I tease sensually. I reach down and unbutton the last three buttons of his longjohns, letting his cock push free from the white cotton.
"H-Hohhh!" He gasps harshly as my fingers gently brush over the skin of his rigid member. Cody holds onto me as I stroke him with my smooth palm. "Oh Lord... Oh lord... Oh my God..."
"You want me to stop?"
"No, please, no" He shakes his head. My hand glides over and over and over again on his member. He's about 4-5 inches long hard. And from the way he's moaning and quaking, he's going to blow in seconds.
"Mmmhhhhh, good booooy" I mumble as I kiss his neck while I methodically masturbate him.
"Ohhhh... A-Ahhh! Ohhhh! S-Somthin... Something's happening." He moans as my fingers massage his rock hard rod. He humps and grooves his hips as his member starts to twitch "Ohh! OH LORD! Oh MERCY! OH MAH LORD! OH GUHH!" His whole body jerks as his his cock explodes with hot fluid. "AWW! HAWWW! Ohhh! Hooohh!" He pants as his penis squirts several thick ropes of spunk all over my before it droops.
Cody huffs and puffs before the afterglow starts to immediately fade. After he snaps out of it, he discretely puts his dick away in his undies and button it up. After a pause, he bends over and pulls up his trousers pulls on his shirt.
"Okay... Look." He says, trying to ignore the white gooey mess on my stomach. "Ah don't know what this was... Or why I just... Just look" He holds his hand out. "You, I don't, don't you keep this"
"A complete sentence would be cool." I jest.
"Agh, look, sir. Milo" Cody tells me as soon as he was able to collect himself. "I don't know why this happened. Or why I was... I-I-I-I like you, but..."
"Lemme guess." I cross my arms "You think you need to find a girl, I need to mind my business while I'm living here, two men shouldn't doing sexual stuff like this, and you most certainly don't want me telling ANYone, and you think you're going to pretend this never happened. Do I have that about right?"
"Yes, thank you." Cody nods promptly. Then he blinks and gives me a slightly estranged look, "Wait... How'd you I was tryin to say that..."
"Never mind that." I said with a smile. "I'll just see you at work tomorrow."
"Right... Right right right right. So..." He gestured at my jizz-splattered torso "Get uh, I can get you a bucket of water-"
"I'll be fine, I'll clean up."
"Okay... So..." He closes his shirt awkwardly opened the door and walked out "G'night..."
"Night." I wave off. Then I took a dab of his cum and I put it into tiny vial. Not that I really need his semen for anything, but you never know when I would find his fertility sample useful.
For now, I better wash up.