Tanner Gang

This is part of a short story western series.

Me and pa lived alone on the ranch. I call it a ranch but we only got ten acres. I turned 13 that spring of 1879 and I was changing all sorts of ways. My voice was getting deeper. My pecker was getting stiff a lot for no good reason. Sometimes when my pecker got hard I would go out to the barn and play with it. It really felt good when the white juice came out. My whole body shook and I groaned out loud. I often wondered if pa's pecker got stiff and he played with it.

I saw pa naked a few times when he took a bath out in the stock pond. His pecker was pretty big even if it wasn't standing up straight. His balls were pretty big too and he had a lot of hair around them. I didn't have much hair around my pecker but I guessed I would when I got older. That summer would always be one I would remember the rest of my life.

Pa and me was out raking hay when these three men rode up. Two of them pulled their guns on me and pa and made us go into the house. They tied pa up in the chair but not me.

"You know who I am?" The big man asked. He was pretty tall and had a big beard.

"Jake Tanner. We're the Tanner gang. We rob banks and stage coaches."

Jake motioned to the third man who was standing by the door. "Get your ass busy and make some coffee."

I he wasn't as tall as the others. When he took off his hat he looked a lot younger than the other two. He went to work in the kitchen not only making coffee but fixing some food for them too.

"Stage coming through Sandy Creek. Take'n the old Creek road. We're gonna be waiting for it."

Jake sat down at the table and rolled a cigarette. "We're gonna be your guests for the next few days." He pointed his gun at pa.

"You don't mind that? Do ya?"

Pa shook his head no.

I heard Jake call the other man Tom and the younger one Pete. After they ate, Jake and Tom took pa outside to the barn. I was told to stay with Pete and clean up.

I was clearing the table. "How old are you?" I asked Pete

"None of your concern," he replied. "Just keep your mouth shut and wash up those dishes."

After a few minutes of silence, Pete spoke. "Fifteen," he said.

"I'm thirteen," I quickly shot back. "How'd you become an outlaw?"

"You're awful snoopy."

"I was just curious. That's all."

Pete reached in his pocket and pulled out a pouch of tobacco and rolled a cigarette.

"My pa was friends with Jake. He got shot in a holdup. Jake let me ride with him. Now shut up and do those dishes."

I finally finished up the dishes. "Why did Jake and Tom take my pa out to the barn?"

Pete took another puff off his cigarette. "Sometimes they just like to have fun."

"What kind of fun?"

"Sit your ass down in a chair and shut up!" He snapped.

I quickly sat down not wanting to make him angry.

Then the worst thing happened, my pecker got real stiff. I was glad I was sitting down so Pete couldn't see it. Then the door flung open, Jake and Tom walked in laughing. "That was a nice tight ass!" Jake said.

"Yeah, sure was," Tom nodded his head.

Jake and Tome sat down at the table.

"We need another cup of coffee."

Pete nudged me. "Pour some coffee. Now!"

I put another log in the stove then got some cups for the coffee.

Pete was the first to speak up. "The boy wants to know why you took his pa to the barn."

Jake and Tom laughed again.

They picked up their coffee cups. "Well. Let's go to the barn and show'em."

When I got in the barn I just stood there sort of dumbfounded. Pa was buck naked! He was blindfolded and gagged with some old bandannas. His arms was tied behind his back, bent over a wooden saw horse and his legs was spread open. I could see he'd been whipped because his legs, ass and back were all red.

Jake walked over and slapped pa across the ass. "Your pa's gotta nice ass. Me and Tom just fucked it." They both laughed.

"You ever seen your pa naked, boy?"

I nodded, "yes, sir. Taking a bath."

"Ever play with your pa's cock?"

"No, sir."

"Afraid it'll bite ya?" They all laughed. "You ever milk a cow, boy?"

"Yes, sir. Many times."

Tom smiled. "Ever milk our pa?"

"No, sir."

"I think it's about time. Reach over there between his legs. Grab his cock and start pulling it like a cow tit."

I saw pa's nut sac and his pecker hanging down as I reached between his legs. I was afraid at first to touch pa but I was more afraid of what Jake might do if I didn't do as he said. I grabbed pa's pecker and began pulling it down, squeezing it with my fingers like a cow tit. It kind of felt like a cow tit at first but then it slowly began to swell up.

"Com'on, boy," Jake shouted. "Put some elbow grease into it! You ain't gonna milk'em like that."

I started pulling harder, pa's nuts were bouncing up and down with every stroke. My own pecker was stiff in my pants. I wanted to pull it too. Then I heard pa groan and he clenched his ass cheeks. Then the juice squirted out of his pecker just like milk from a cow tit.

Jake, Tom and Pete were whistling and clapping their hands like it was a big event or something. "Keep milking him, boy. Pull down hard on his cock!"

I did as Jake said. Pa groaned louder some more. His legs and ass were shaking a lot as I squeezed down on the big head of his pecker. Pa's pecker was still twitching as I stepped away from him and there was still a few drops of juice on it.

Jake looked over at me. "Drop your britches, boy!"

I didn't want to because I knew my pecker was real stiff. I didn't want anyone to see it."

"You hear me, boy?"

"Yes. Sir," I nodded slowly pulling my britches down.

"Would you look'ie there," Tom said with a big grin. "Stiff little cock!"

I just stood there, embarrassed as hell. My pecker stood there straight up as hell.

"Your pa ever suck your little pecker?" Jake asked.

"No, sir."

Tom yanked pa up from the saw horse, spun him around and made him get down on his knees.

"It's time to show your boy how much you like the milking." Tom pulled the gag away from pa's mouth. "You gonna suck his little cock like a good daddy."

The made me shove my pecker in pa's mouth and stand there while he sucked on it. I had never felt anything like that before. Pa's mouth was warm and soft and his tongue kept touching my pecker head. Before I knew it, I was feeling things even better than I could do with my hand.

I pulled my britches up just as I saw Pete shoving his stiff pecker into pa's mouth. "Try this one, now."

It was strange seeing pa down on his knees sucking on Pete's pecker. Then I saw Pete pinching and pulling on pa's titties really hard. I just stared at pa's nut sac and pecker as they swung back and forth.

That night, me and Pete slept in my room. Pa, Jake and Tom all slept in pa's room. I don't know what they were doing in there but Pete and I heard a lot noise coming from that room. I stripped of my clothes then jumped in bed naked like I always did. Pete did the same. Me and Pete finally fell asleep after playing with each others peckers for a time.

The next morning, me and Pete were up at the crack of dawn fix'in breakfast. Jake came out first and got a cup of coffee. Tom and pa came out later. Pa was still tied up and naked and his mouth gagged. I did see his pecker was standing out real stiff. Tom slapped pa's pecker and it bounced back up.

"Know why your pa's cock is so hard?"

I shook my head, "no, sir."

"Because it needs milk'in." Tom handed me a tin cup. "Follow me."

He led pa out on the porch and made him bend over the rail. "There ya go boy, milk'em. You catch his milk in that cup and bring it to me. You better milk every drop out from him. Understand?"

I nodded my head, "yes, sir."

Once again I grabbed pa's pecker and started pull'in and squeez'in it as fast as I could. I was really enjoying this but I didn't want to to think so.

"I'm sorry, pa. I got to do this because Jake might hurt me if I don't."

I continued to pull'in. "Besides they'll be gone soon after they rob that stage."

Then I heard pa groan again and I knew he was ready. I held his pecker down in the cup and squeezed his pecker up and down.

I brought the cup inside and gave it to Tom. "Here's pa's milk," I said.

"Good, boy. Now fill it with some coffee for your pa."

Tom took the cup out to the porch and made pa drink it all. Then he took pa out to the barn. Jake called Pete to the table.

"Me and Tom gonna check out the road the stage is coming on."

He rolled a cigarette as he talked. "The boys pa is tied up in the barn. You make sure he stays tied up there. Understand?"

"Sure, Jake," Pete replied quickly.

"You watch the boy. Make sure he don't get away either. Ya, hear?"

"I will, Jake. You can count on me."Jake lit his cigarette and took a puff then handed it to Pete. "Good. I like a boy that understands."

Jake and Tom saddled up their horses and rode of north to the old creek road.

Pete got a deck of cards out and wanted to played poker. I didn't know how to play poker so he said he would teach me. Since neither of us didn't have any money, Pete suggested we play strip poker. The first one to loose all his clothes would loose the game. It goes without saying I didn't win any games. I lost all my clothes pretty fast.

The third time I lost my britches and I stood there naked with my pecker stiff as a stick of firewood. "You happy now?"

Pete laughed. "You ever sucked anyones pecker?"

"No," I replied. "Have you?"

"Yeah, lots of times."

I was not ready for that answer. I thought he was gonna say no.

"Tell ya what." Pete shuffled the card and placed them on the table. "Let's play the next hand looser sucks the other ones pecker."

I laughed. "We know who's gonna loose. I might as well suck it now and save the time of playing the game."

Pete laughed. "You could. But it wouldn't be fair."

I slipped my britches back on and sat down. "Ok, deal."

I always had a feeling down deep that Pete never played that game right. He turned over a pair of kings and I had a pair of jacks and fours.

"Damn!" He said. "Ok, drop your britches and pull your pecker out. I'll suck it."

It was a great feeling all the way up to when my head rolled back that powerful feeling shot through my body.

I think Pete knew what he was doing all along because when he got through I wanted to see what it was like too. He dropped his britches and showed me his stiff pecker. I let it slip into my mouth and I thought it was like sucking on a cow tit only a little bigger and harder. I was sucking along just fine then suddenly my mouth was full with his milk. I started to pull back away because I wanted to spit it out. Pete grabbed my head and held my face tight against his crotch.

That was the first time I tasted pecker milk. I remembered pa drinking that coffee with his milk in it. I agreed with Pete it was not bad tasted better than cow shit. I had fell down in that a few times and got it in my mouth a few times.

"You ever been fucked in the butt?" Pete asked.

"No, never. That don't sound good at all."

"Didn't you hear all that noise last night from your pa's room?"

"Yeah."

"That's what they were doing to your pa. Fuck'in him in the butt."

"Are you sure?" I looked at him for a long time. "Men fuck women with their pecker. Even I know that. They don't fuck each other. Do they?"

Pete laughed, "didn't you ever stick your finger up your butt just to see what it felt like?"

Shamefully, I nodded. "Yeah but I pulled it back out again. It smelled bad."

Pete laughed again. "If you do it when you're pulling your pecker it's even better."

Well, one thing led to another when there is two horny boys.

The next thing I knew, we had our fingers slippery with bag balm and was poke'in each other in the butt hole. Our peckers got stiff real fast so we milked each other as we poked our butts. It was a great way to spend the afternoon. I never had a brother but I thought Pete was as close as I would ever get. I really like him.

Then all of a sudden Pete jumped up. "I wanna milk your pa. Let's go down to the bard and milk'em."

I was still caught up in the moment of our sexual exploration so away we went.

Pa was laying face first on a pile of hay. Pete grabbed him by the arms.

"Gimme a hand."

Pete bent him over the wooden saw horse then tied his feet to the legs of the horse.

Pete grabbed pa's pecker and started yanking. "Com'on cowboy," he said. "Let's have some milk from that big cock."

He tossed me the tin of bag balm. "Why don't you do a little poking around."

I shoved my longest finger into pa's hole and I felt it tighten as I poked it in. I soon found out two fingers fit better than one. Then soon I had three on my fingers sliding in and out of his butt hole.

"That's great!" Shouted Pete. "He's squirting now!"

I looked down and saw long strings of milk coming out of pa's pecker. Pa's body was jerking up and down while all the time Pete was yanking on his pecker.

Pete stood up. "Now, I'll show you what I mean by butt fuck'in."

He dropped his britches, grabbed his stiff pecker and slid it all the way in pa's ass.

The sound of him slapping pa's ass was all I could hear in the barn. "Yeah! Now that feels good! Yeah!" Pete's ass was pumping in and out.

He groaned real loud, his head went back and I knew what that meant. He had that powerful feeling running through his body. Pete finally pulled back and I saw pa's butt hole was dripping with Pete's milk. Pete looked at me.

"You're little cock is stiff, ain't it?"

Shamefully, I nodded once again. I stood in front of pa, dropped my britches and slid my pecker into his mouth for the second time. It was a great as the first, his tongue slipping all over my stiff pecker. I let my mind wonder, thinking how nice this would be all the time. Having pa suck my pecker was the best thing I could imagine.

By sundown, Jake and Tom had returned from ride. They put their horses in the barn and came up to the house with pa tagging along. Pete and I fixed supper for everyone. That night me and Pete climbed into bed his body heat felt really good. I never slept with anyone before. I heard those noises coming from pa's room and I remembered what Pete had said. Jake and Tom was fuck'in pa in the butt. I didn't care because Pete was under the covers licking my nuts and sucking on my pecker.

The next morning, Jake gave me a tin cup and told me to go milk pa. Pa was bent over the porch rail and once again I was pulling on his pecker waiting for his milk to come. Then they filled the cup with coffee and made pa drink it.

"Your pa needs milk'in at least twice a day, boy. You gonna see that gets done?"

I don't know why but I nodded. "Yes, sir."

After breakfast, the three of them mounted up. Jake stopped at the porch. "You know how to tell time, boy?"

"Yes, sir. I got a pocket watch."

"Your pa is tied up in the barn. You don't untie him until three o'clock. You understand?"

I nodded, "yes, sir."

"If anyone comes by and asks about us. You better lie and say you never seen us. Otherwise we'll come back! You don't want that, boy."

"Yes, sir. I mean. No, sir. I guess."

The three of them rode off North across the flat and into the trees. I looked at my watch. Eight o'clock. I had a long time to go before I could untie pa.

All I could think about was pa tied up in the barn and how good it was when he sucked my pecker. It made me stiff almost immediately so I went to my room and played with my pecker until I squirted out my small bit of milk. I went down to the barn at three. They left pa tied to a pole in the barn. I untied pa and told him they all left and we was not to say we ever seen them. Pa just walked back up to the house and never said anything.

Pa never came out of his room until supper. I almost didn't recognize him with clothes on. We sat down to eat I was the first one to talk.

"I hope you ain't mad at me pa. I mean they made me milk you. And they made me put my pecker in your mouth. You know pa, they made you do things too."

"Yeah, I know son. Some things better forgot." He smiled. "Some things that made you feel good."

I wasn't sure what he meant by that so I just smiles and nodded.

"Remember Jake told you how your pa needed milking twice a day?"

I slowly nodded my head.

"Well, that was one of the things that was good."

I smiled, "was there anything else?"

He smiled back. "Yeah. Sucking that little pecker of yours."

I nodded my head. "I guess after supper we could go down to the bard and I could milk you."

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