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Chapter 10: Copper Ass
I let my hand wander over Solomon's body, slowly moving down his stomach, gently playing with the curly pubic hair. I liked to play with his limp cock. I liked to feel it grow hard and strong. Then I would suck on it till it gave up its juices. He was such a virile man, I seemed to get strength each time he had an orgasm in my mouth.
I told him, "So many wonderful and strange things have happened since I came west. I never dreamed I would meet Roberto, Ben, or about healthy male sex, or be a ranch owner."
Solomon asked me, "You own a ranch?"
"Yes, this one."
His calloused hand cupped my ass, "Never fucked a white boss's ass before. Real nice ass too, just made for my fucking." He hesitated. "Wait a minute: how did you get to own this ranch?"
"I told you how Ben and I got to know each other. He always wanted me to know everything about running a ranch. Several times he remarked he wanted me to stay and never leave. That was no problem for me. I was at home on the ranch. Often times we would go to bed together, just touch each other and talk. Oh, lots of time we had good hot sex. Sometimes I think he treated me as the son he never had."
"Well one day his horse fell and rolled on him. After the funeral, I found out he had willed me the ranch, so I own this ranch we are on."
I went up to the lake many times. It became one of my favorite spots on the ranch. I thought of Roberto. I thought of Ben. I thought many times of my love for both of them.
I thought of Wu too, but he was different. I never had the closeness with Wu that I had with Roberto and Ben.
For months, we enjoyed each other to the fullest. Then one day, while we were having an extra cup of coffee at the kitchen table alone; Wu told me he was interested in Steve, one of the hands on the ranch. In fact, the same hand he had thrown the cleaver over his head when Steve said he liked his ass and would fuck him. But now this was who Wu wanted. And got. Hell, at first is felt bad, but I couldn't fire him as he was the best cook in the valley. Nor could I order him to crawl in my bed just because I was the boss, so we agreed to be the best of friends and so we remain. Sure, missed his hot body on cold nights.
The calm waters of the lake soothed me. I never let myself go like I had when Roberto left. Now I had the responsibilities of the ranch. The harder I worked the easier it was not to feel sorry for myself.
When I would leave the lake, I would leave Roberto and Ben there. Maybe you'll think I'm crazy, but it calmed me and I had a ranch to run. The crew depended on me.
Then one day the Indian I had kept out of jail showed up.
I had taken my usual swim getting a good workout. I lay down on a blanket I kept stashed under some rocks. I guess I must have fallen asleep.
Suddenly I felt a presence as a shadow fell on my naked body, blocking out the sun. I opened my eyes. I recognized him at once. He stood close to my head as I gazed at two heavy muscled legs ending in a crotch covered with a loin cloth. His lower legs were covered with badly worn scuffed boots, but the rest of his legs were bare. His crotch looked huge. I guess from the angle I was seeing it.
After a moment of gazing in pleasure at his covered cock, I realized I was naked. I started to cover myself with my hands. Realizing that was foolish, I let them drop at my sides. Hell, if he wanted to see what equipment I had, let him look.
I said to him, "Hello, nice day isn't it?" Damn, I always was a brilliant conversationalist. But then, what do you say when you are lying naked as a big buck Indian is examining you from head to foot? I couldn't tell anything from his expression.
He spoke in a low emotionless tone, "You kept me out of jail. Why?"
For a minute I didn't know how to answer him. What I had done was on an impulse. I thought back to that day. Several of the hands and I were out riding fence when we saw the sheriff coming with the Indian in cuffs.
The sheriff told me when he got close, "Found this buck butchering one of your cows. The whole family was there but I'm only taking him in. Couldn't handle them all. Besides he is probably the one who shot the cow."
I heard one of my crew mutter, "Poor bastard. He'll probably get life if they don't hang him. Besides, I saw that tribe the other day. They are probably starving."
I thought, for one cow and a starving family, he spends the rest of his life in jail?
I spoke up. "Sheriff, there seems to be a mistake. This young man came to me the other day for some work, but we are full up. I found out his family was starving, so I told him he could butcher a cow to feed them then work it off at roundup time." I turned to Hawk, the Indian on the crew, "This is the man, isn't it?"
His eyes bored into mine, but there was no expression on his face or in his voice as he backed me up, "Yes, boss, this is the same one." I laughed inside: he lied better than I did.
I turned to the sheriff. "I certainly am glad to know you are doing one hell of a good job keeping an eye on things. I want you to know, if at any time we can be of help, just let me know."
He didn't believe me, but wasn't sure what to do so said sarcastically, "Glad for your help. Especially the good job I'm doing. Ride all day with no results for it."
"Sheriff, I mean it. You need help, just yell. I guess you know that you sure as hell have all the votes from this ranch in the next election."
Our horses had roamed a little apart from the rest. I leaned forward placing my hand on his thigh for emphasis. I told him, "If I can do something, just let me know."
His gloved hand covered mine and pressed it hard into his thigh. A light smile twisted his lips, "Well now, that just might be a good offer I'll take you up on." He drew my hand up his thigh into his crotch. I could feel his full balls through his jeans.
I smiled in return, closing my hand so I had a good grip on his genitals. I cupped them, rolled them around, closing my hand so he could feel my grip on his cock. "Yes, sir, sheriff, we'll have to have a meeting on how to handle outlaws."
"Outlaws hell; how to handle important things."
He continued. "You know," now he was openly smiling, "I'm going to have a hell of an uncomfortable ride back to town what with my hardon rubbing against the saddle."
"Sorry about that. But the friction will just keep it warm for the next time."
"I'm going to hold you to that. Oh, what the hell. If you say so, OK. It's your cow." He took the cuffs off the Indian and rode off.
The two Indians talked to each other in their native tongue. I could tell my crew member was laying down the law. He turned to me saying, "I told him to feed his family, but if he killed one more cow, I would come and hang him myself. He knows I mean it."
As we rode back to the ranch, I told the Indian to get some supplies from the cook. Take it to the family if they were really starving.
He looked at me, "Why you do this?"
I thought for a moment. "Hawk, it's hell to be hungry. I know. I've been hungry, not knowing where my next meal was coming from. I know what it is to have an empty belly."
Nothing more was said on the ride back to the ranch, but the next day the foreman told me. "Boss, the Indian took off with a pack horse loaded with food. I think you ought to know that he thinks you are something special. By the way, you want anyone killed just tell him; he will take care of it."
"You're kidding."
"No, I mean it. He feels he will always owe you for what you did. You ever need anything done and no questions asked, he's your man. He's a big shot in his tribe and possibly the most dangerous man on the spread. He likes you and all you have to do is ask. He'll do it."
Now the same Indian stood over me. I wondered what was about to happen but felt no fear. I was curious, but he didn't seem threatening.
He stood there saying nothing. Just looking down at my nakedness. I didn't notice any change in his face, but it seemed to me he had come to a decision. His eyes seemed to take on an additional glitter.
He said, "I see you many times with Roberto here at the pool. Roberto now gone. You come alone so I take Roberto's place. I give you my cock to suck. Then I fuck you real good. I have nice cock. You like it."
I was startled. How the hell did he know about Roberto? He must have seen us sometime here at the lake. We had been here often enough.
I sat up, thinking I'd stand up. But he moved in front of me. He stepped over me so one foot was on each side of my body. I couldn't stand if I wanted to.
My head was even with his crotch. It was impossible not to notice the bulge in his loin cloth. His genitals bulged the cloth. Hell, I thought, it looks like he's built like a horse.
He took my head in both hands, saying, "I know you like. You kept me out of jail and fed my family. Roberto is gone. Now I make you feel good."
Before I could say anything, he pressed my face in his crotch. The pungent smell raced thru my nostrils. Holding my head in position, he rubbed his crotch back and forth over my face. I could smell the leather, the sweat of his crotch, the campfires, and that undefinable smell of a man.
I couldn't help myself, the feel of the crotch on my face, the smell, caused my cock to start to fill. The juices in me started to come to the top. I ran my hands up the back of his legs. I could feel the strength of his calves, then searched upwards reaching the beginning curve of his ass. My hands crept under the loin cloth. I took each buttock in my hands rubbing and playing with the hard flesh. He sighed. I knew he liked me playing with his ass.
He released my head and let it fall back from his groin. He did something I didn't see and suddenly the loin cloth fell away. He tossed it aside. Now I could see all of him. Except for his boots, and medicine bag around his neck, he was as naked as I was. There was his cock and balls right in front of me. His cock was beautiful. Naturally, he had never been cut. The head was covered with a hood of flesh. It was a deep copper color, deeper and darker than the rest of his body. There was no hair on his body except around his cock, which was coal black.
Again his hands pulled my head forward, pressing it firmly against his cock and balls. The smell arising from his now freed cock and balls was sweeter than any flower. It seemed to have an odor that penetrated my whole being. I was drugged. He no longer had to hold my head. I pressed my face firmly against him. I took my tongue running it the length of his cock. It seemed to be filling slowly.
My face pressed between his thighs. I could feel his cock and balls rest on my eyes as I licked his inner thighs. He spread his legs wider giving me more access to wash under his balls.
Grabbing his ass with my hands, I pulled him tightly against my face. Then I relaxed the pressure. I could feel his cock start to firm. I gasped it in one hand pointing it towards my mouth. He jumped as I pressed my lips to his cock head, kissing and playing over it with my tongue. I took more of it in my mouth.
I could sense his excitement as his cock hardened. Now it stood straight from his groin. I no longer had to hold it, so again I ran my hands over his buttocks and even ran a finger down the crack of his ass. He was so startled being touched there that he pushed forward. Just what I wanted to give me more control of his cock.
As I pushed his foreskin back with my lips, I could taste the maleness of his unwashed cock. I was excited with the maleness of it. My own cock started to fill, standing upright. My lips sank lower. I could taste the cock cheese as I pushed the foreskin back with my lips. I took all of his cock in my mouth until my nose was buried in the hair surrounding his manhood. He grunted in pleasure. I could feel his cock banging the back of my throat. I held him in place with a firm grip on his ass cheeks, pulling him to my waiting mouth.
I started to pull back from his groin to get a breath of air. He immediately gripped my head again, holding it in place. His hips starting fucking my mouth. I could feel his ass flex under my hands, feel his cock ramming over my lips time and time again. In his eagerness, he pushed too hard. I fell backwards on the grass. In a second, he had dropped to his knees pinning my arms to my sides. He lunged forward on his hands. I gazed in admiration at his male lance as it hovered over my lips. I opened my mouth to receive him. It felt so good as it entered. It was so firm, so full, so round. He slowly rammed it home until my nose was again buried in his cock hair. I could feel his balls resting on my chin. I would have liked to suck on his balls, but he gave me no time. He was all business as he began to fuck my mouth.
Each time he thrust forward, his wet stomach pressed against my face. The sweat poured over our bodies as our passions took control. His thrusts sped up. He cried out in pleasure as the jism started to explode.
For some strange reason, he pulled his cock from my mouth and shot his load all over my face. My face was covered with his jism. He took his cock and rubbed his cum over my face using his cock as a paint brush. I licked the jism off his cock and balls. He was saying something in his own language.
I waited for his next move. I was hot. It was erotic as all hell to have my face washed with his cum. I didn't have long to wait. He slid backwards so he rested on my stomach. Then spit on his hand, rubbed the spittle on his ass. Grabbing my cock, he raised himself, then lowered his ass on my cock. As my cock slid in his ass, I was rapidly going out of my mind.
I started to fuck his hot confining ass. I didn't know how close I was until suddenly I was blasting my cum up his ass. He murmured, "Good, good. You fuck me like you fucked Roberto."
My limp cock dropped from his ass. He stood up, not saying a word, walked into the lake, washed himself. I felt lazy and almost sleepy. I forced myself to follow him, and dove deep to wash the sex smell from my body. I came up, turned and looked at him. He was already leaving the lake. He dressed and not saying a word, walked away.
A strange man.