BOOGER RED & COWBOY~I

Chapter I~

Name’s Gunn!. For what the fuck it’s worth! Nobody knows me by that name. Ask anyone in our crowd of three hundred hard core Bikers and they’ll look at you with a blank look on their faces, muse for a moment, maybe scratch their chin.

“Nope! Don’t know anyone ‘round here by that name!”

However, ask ‘em for Cowboy and they’ll ask you what you want him for? If their convinced you ain’t the law or worse, they just might tell you.

“Booger Red’s boy?! Yeah! We know ‘em! Look for the biggest son of a bitch you can find with flaming red hair and beard and you’ll find The Cowboy. Old Booger keeps his little salve on a short leash, if’n you knows what I mean?” They’d tell you with a leering smile through crooked green teeth.

They’d be telling you the truth! The big fucking son of a bitch does keep me on a short leash. I’m Red’s slave! Not by choice mind you! He saw me and decided that I was gonna’ be his little fuck toy slave boy and that was that! Nobody lifted a hand to help me. All of ‘em told me how lucky I was to have a good Man like Booger Red take a shine to me.

Ask ‘em if they wanna’ trade places with me and take that huge, purple headed, green veined, dick up their Butts night after night? Have their throats reamed out when Big Red wanted a little mouth pussy then have their belly’s extended from his beer piss? They just smile and tell me, “We wouldn’t want to take your job away from you Cowboy!” Then they’d slap their Butts and laugh like Hell! Yeah! Thanks a lot guys!

Big Red and all his cronies may see me as his slave and I’ll have to admit I fit the fucking profile. Do I see him as my Master? Do I call him that? No fucking way!! He’s tried for a year now to get me to call him Master and clean his dirty Boots with my tongue, but I refuse. I’ve had some awful things done to me because I won’t but I told him point blank.

“Kill me!! You big son of a bitch!! I won’t call you my Master!! I don’t give a rats ass what you do to me or make me do, that’s one thing you won’t have!! I’ve been to Hell and back in Nam! I didn’t kiss Charlie’s ass and I ain’t kissing your Goddamned Boots and calling you Master!! Got that??!! You big, ugly, stupid, mean assed motherfucker!!”

Big Red would back hand me across my mouth and knock me half way across the room. I’d get up, wipe any blood away and just smile at him to make him madder.

“Is that the best you can do Pussy?! Hell, my little Sister use to hit me harder than that! Maybe if you got yourself a beaded bag you could hurt me?!”

I knew my life might be over at that point but the big Bastard would giggle, grab me, plant a kiss on me that would break my damn heart in two, I’d shed a tear, he’d kiss ‘em away, and I would melt in his arms. He knew he had me! Talk about your tough love!!

“You don’t fool me for a minute, you wise ass little beggar! I know you love me! I can feel it when I hold you! When I play your body like a cheap Fiddle and you resonate like a fine Violin! Why won’t you just admit it and give me what I want? It could be so much better between us!”

“You won’t call me Master now but you will! You’ll be proud to call old Booger Red your Master and pay homage to his Boots like any good slave! When you know in your heart you will love no other, you’ll speak that word to me! Maasssteerrr..!” He’d whisper.

“Then, Cowboy, you’ll be lost! But your Master will find you! I’ll own you body and soul! I own your hot little body now! You ain’t never gonna’ get away from old Booger Red so you might as well give that little soul up to me!” He whisper all this to me while kissing and petting me, making hard love to me while holding me tight so I couldn’t bolt!

“I promise to take good care of it! But you will give it up to me, Son, and you will call me your Master!!” Then he’d take me hard. I couldn’t hold back from the Man. I hated him for doing what he was doing and wanted it from him so bad at the same time I was a psychological mess. After he forced any kind of sex on me he always saw too it that I got my pleasure, that is, if he weren’t punishing me for something!

Up to that point he was the second best sex I’d ever had in my life. He would rape the Hell out of me, make me come all over him and me, and then laugh at me for responding to him. I was relieved of all guilt. Hell, the big son of a bitch raped me! I couldn’t help but come! It felt wonderful but shit I wasn’t to blame! Fuck, he took it from me!

It all started when I got back from Nam. I didn’t want to get a nine to five job like all them grunts I’d see going to work everyday. Sweatin’ car payments, rent for apartments or mortgages. I had my severance pay and some money left to me by my favorite spinster Aunt. I also had a lot of money from Rodeo winnings from the year before I went to Nam. I bought me a big ass Harley Sportster and hit the road.

Before Vietnam

My Aunt was a school teacher in our small town. I did yard work and fix-it chores around her small house. I had her as my teacher in the third grade and made straight A’s. She gave me a thirst for learning and I graduated second in our small High School Class of twenty Kids.

Ethel May Potter. Aunt Ethel or Miss Potter as I had to call her in third grade practically raised me. I was an only child and my Mom died when I was a baby. My Dad never married again and he was the town garage owner with his partner Joe Potter. Joe was my Mom’s and Aunt Ethel’s brother. He was my Uncle Joe! Hell, everybody in our town was kin.

Gunn was our last name! Dad’s full name was William Arthur Gunn Jr. When he was a Kid everyone called him Billy but after he came back from Korea everyone just called him Big Gunn. The garage was called Gunn & Joe’s Garage. Catchy name, huh? Well, what da’ ya’ want? It was a small town! Less than three thousand people.

If you wanted your car or truck fixed, you took it to Gunn & Joe. They were fair and didn’t gouge their neighbors. They probably could have made a lot more money than they did but they were comfortable. Dad keep me clothed and fed good. I got two new pair of Boots a year and my first pair of shoes for High School Graduation.

Sometime’s my Dad and Uncle Joe didn’t always see eye to eye and one would go after the other with wrenches and socket handles. Mean assed, name calling, ass stomping, head bashing, hurtful shit! Dad put Uncle Joe in the hospital for a week one time. Broke his arm when he threw him across the garage. He cried for three days ‘cause he’d hurt his partner. That next Sunday we were in Church with Dad holding the hymnal for the three of us. Uncle Joe’s arm was in a cast!

Come Sunday Mornings, my Dad and Uncle Joe were always on the front row of the First Lutheran Church of our small town, clean, polished and singing the loudest. They both tithed to the church their ten percent. The folks of the community were Dad and Uncle Joe’s bread and butter.

I was Billy Gunn the Third, or as my old Man jokingly called me “Son of a Gunn Da’ Turd!” My Dad weren’t much of a Dad. He and Uncle Joe was all the time going off drinking and chasing women. They’d get drunker than Lord’s and bring a couple of Whores home to our house and fuck ‘em. He’d send me off to Aunt Ethel’s to spend the night.

It got to where he’d just send me to my Aunt’s on Friday afternoons and I wasn’t to come home until Sunday afternoons. I didn’t care. I really loved Aunt Ethel. She’d do anything in the world for me and helped me with my school work all the way through High School. Besides, She made the best damn pies in the County!

Then there was my Aunt Laura. She was my Mom’s other sister and she was married to the County Sheriff, Bud Cummings. My Uncle Bud and Aunt Lara never had any Kids. Never knew why until years later Aunt Laura told me on her death bed that she was barren. She couldn’t have Kids, but she and Uncle Bud always considered me their Son.

In small towns across America every other person has some body else related to them. Uncle Bud’s Mom was sister to my Grand Dad, William Arthur Gunn Senior. She had been a Gunn until she married “3G” Cummings (George Garrison Gentry Cummings) or ‘Garr’ Cummings for short! They had two children, my Uncle Bud and Aunt Harriet. So my Uncle Bud was my Dad’s first Cousin and my Second Cousin as well as my Uncle by marriage.

Uncle Bud had been Sheriff of our County for as long as I could remember and was always re-elected. No one ran against him! They wouldn’t win if they had! He was a big good looking son of a bitch that didn’t suffer fools easily! He was a no nonsense, firm, strict, disciplined, loving Man! He was Sheriff of that county until he died of a heart attack when he was only fifty two!

Folks said the new Sheriff couldn’t hold a candle to Sheriff Cummings. “Hell, the Man can’t pour piss out of a Boot with the instructions written on the heel! Now, Bud Cummings! There was a Sheriff! Good Man!” He was one of the only Men in my life that wasn’t afraid to show me love, put his big arm around me, tell me he was proud of me, and he loved me.

Uncle Bud was my Hero. I loved him a lot. He was a Hell of a Man and always kept an eye on my Dad and Uncle Joe. Uncle Bud was the Father figure my Dad never tried to be.

Dad never seemed to mind Uncle Bud and I getting close. Uncle Bud was at every Basket Ball game I played and every Football Game. He sometime was called on to be a referee! He was always fair and never made a call to our benefit!

I had to be good! Shit! My Uncle had eyes and ears all over the County. I couldn’t do anything that he didn’t know about. I just learned to be a good boy to win his approval. He was the last of the American Cowboys. Strong, stoic, silent, but folks listened when he said something. ‘Cause he didn’t say a lot unless it was important. I wanted to be just like him!

My Dad and Uncle Joe weren’t bad Men. They were just ‘good old boys’ that never grew up, liked to chase tail together and raise Hell! They could tell some stories! They were actually pillars of the community. They secretly helped those in need and gave a break to seniors on their auto repair bills.

We lived in a huge two story house on one of the main streets of our town. There was a fifty foot wide empty lot that Dad owned next to our house and Uncle Joe owned the big house on the other side of that lot. He and Uncle Joe erected a big screened barn of a room for Proms and Church functions for the Kids of the community on that vacant lot.

They put in a sound system and a stage. It was real nice. The Kids from Church would go by after Church on Sunday nights and do folk dances. A lot of the School Dances were held there because it was just nicer than the Gym. They were always chaperoned by parents. Dad and Uncle Joe were always there to make sure no hanky-panky went on.

If a parent was missing their Kid, the first place they’d call was to the ‘Recreation Tabernacle’ between Dad and Joe’s place. They had Ping-Pong tables and Pool tables for the Kids and they loved hanging out there. “Mr. Gunn is Jannie over to the ‘Tabernacle’?”

“Why, yes, Mrs. Dobbs she’s here playing Ping-Pong! You want to speak to her?”
“No Sir. That won’t be necessary. Just tell her we’re having Dinner at 6:00! Her Aunt and Uncle are coming for Dinner and don’t be late!”
“Sure will Mrs. Dobbs! I’ll sent her home ‘bout 5:30!”
“Thanks Mr. Gunn!”
“You’re welcome Mrs. Dobbs.”

“Hey Jannie! You gotta’ go home about 5:30! That was your Mom and your Aunt and Uncle are coming for Dinner. She don’t want you to be late!”
“O.K.! Thanks Mr. Gunn!”

The other Kids in the town thought more of my Dad and Uncle Joe than I did. The boys secretly admired the Hell raising they did and all the little Girls got wet panties looking at Uncle Joe. He was a handsome Devil. Dad wasn’t too bad looking himself and he was Big! Little Girls always seemed to love my Dad because he protected the little ones! Made sure they was safe!

Dad didn’t pay too much attention to me while I was growing up. He and Uncle Joe spent a lot of their time Rodeoing as Team Competition Ropers. Dad was the bigger of the two. He would ride lead and Uncle Joe would rope the hinders. They made a little prize money but did it mostly for sport and an excuse to get drunk together.

My Uncle Bud was a Cowboy from the time he was old enough to sit a horse. He took to Rodeoing like a duck to water. He was good at it too in his younger days. As he got older he took up roping. He needed a partner and I was coming along as an amateur.

Uncle Bud and I started roping together when I was a Freshman in High School and we got pretty damn good as a team. We was all the time going off to some local rodeo and we won a lot. Not bad money either. Uncle Bud always shared fifty-fifty with me. He really shouldn’t have because he had expenses but he absorbed those.

I was loved as a Kid, I guess. I just didn’t get the love I needed and wanted from my Dad. Uncle Joe use to chew him out about me spending too much time with Aunt Ethel and should be going to the Rodeo’s with him and Dad!

“Goddamn it Joe! Don’t tell me how to raise my fucking Kid! Have one of you own and then I’ll tell you how to raise the son of a bitch! See how you like that!”

“O.K.! O.K.! Gunn. But you know in your heart I’m right! We shouldn’t be leaving that Kid behind. There’ll come a day you’ll wish you hadn’t! I’m not gonna’ feel sorry for you either when that boy turns and walks away from you!”

That had already happened in a way. My Uncle Bud became my Father! I worshiped that Man. He was kind and good to me, took time to teach me and work with me at something special. Something special between us. Team roping! When I was a Senior in High School Uncle Bud and I were traveling all over our area on weekends going to rodeos and we were winning like crazy.

We were all the time competing against Dad and Uncle Joe. Dad was always bragging about how he and Uncle Joe was gonna’ wax our ass’s! Uncle Bud would quietly tell him to put his money where his mouth was and Dad would bet him a couple hundred bucks. We always won! They just weren’t fast enough nor accurate enough. Most times they were just too damn drunk!

Uncle Bud would ride over to Dad, take his big wide brimmed straw hat off and hold it for Dad to drop the bucks in! Then he’d ride back over to me with the biggest damn smile on his face and give me half. I didn’t want to take it!

“You worked for it Cowboy! Take your prize!” Just to hear Uncle Bud call me a Cowboy was enough damn prize for me.” I took the money.

I had done well in High School and Dad, Uncle Joe, both Aunts wanted me to go to College that fall but Uncle Bud was going to take a leave of Absence to go Pro Rodeoing for a year with me. If I didn’t go to College there was a chance I’d get called up for the draft and sent to Nam.

I had to take that chance. I was desperately in love with my Uncle Bud and Rodeoing. That’s was what real Men should be doing! I thought! A year on the road with the Man I loved most in my life was too much to pass up.

So Uncle Bud and I loaded up his Cab Over Camper and attached the Horse Trailer for our two Babies. Aunt Lara was staying behind because we were gonna’ be doing some hard traveling. Just us guys!

Uncle Bud took his favorite Horse, a Palomino Morgan Mare he named Dolly. I had a small gelding Pinto I loved that could read my mind. I was in love with Guy Madison on T.V.! Remember The Adventures of Wild Bill Hickok? Andy Devine was his sidekick!

The last film he made was Bull Whip in 1958. Classic Western! The Man could use a Whip! Watched Bull Whip twelve times in the dark balcony of the only theater in our small town. Took a small hand towel with me and jacked off every time I watched it. Damn he was hot! So I named my Horse, Madison!

My Uncle Bud looked just like him only bigger and more masculine. Madison was kinda pretty. Weren’t nothing pretty ‘bout my Uncle Bud! He was a Man’s man! He walked like a stud in those big Cowboy Boots of his! Hips slung forward as he sort of swaggered. I use to walk behind him and imitate his walk. As it turned out the announcers loved to tell the audience our Horses names were Dolly and Madison! Sweet!

After our first Rodeo on the road, my Uncle had a beer and handed me one.

“If you’re old enough to die for your Country, your old enough to drink.
Just don’t let me catch you drinking in my County while I’m Sheriff until you’re twenty one! Unless you’re drinking with me! Understand?”

“Thank’s Uncle Bud! I won’t! This is my first beer!”
“Well, we won today and I was really proud of you, Son!” I was laying in the bunk over the Cab of the truck. He reached up and kissed me on the forehead like it was the most natural thing he’d ever done. I looked at him funny.

“Thanks for that Uncle Bud! I appreciate it and the beer!” I drank my beer and didn’t really like it. It tasted like horse piss smelled! What did my Dad and all Men see in this shit! Uncle Bud offered me another and I though maybe the second one wouldn’t be as bad. I was wrong! It was worse! But it sure made me feel relaxed.

I had shucked off all my clothes ‘cause I never slept with underwear on. Uncle Bud crawled in the Bunk next to me and he had his underwear on. “You don’t sleep with underwear, Son?”“Never have, Sir! You want me to put ‘em on?” He mused for a minute and looked at my nude body.

“Hell, no! It’s just us Guys, I’ll shuck mine off too!” With that he took off his jockey shorts and threw them on the floor. I couldn’t remember ever seeing my Uncle nude before. I couldn’t help but look at his big dick as it flopped around on the foam mattress. Damn it was huge and he had a big set of balls to match.

“Now Son! I’m use to rolling over and throwing my arms around your Aunt Laura so if you wake up and I’ve got my arms around you think nothing of it and just go back to sleep. O.K.?”

“Uncle Bud, you could put your arms around me right now if you wanted to! I wouldn’t mind!” He looked at me funny for a moment and then didn’t hesitate. He threw his big Cowboy arms around me, pulled me up to him and squeezed me tight in a hug. I started getting a hard on and was embarrassed. He chuckled.

“Does your Old Uncle turn you on Son?”
“Yes Sir, I guess you do!”
“You ever been with a Girl, Son?”
“No Sir! Ain’t interested in Girls Uncle Bud!”
“I didn’t think so! I’ve watched you pretty close over these years and would know if you had. Good thing you didn’t try to lie to me!”“Yes Sir!”

“Do you think you’re interested in boys, Son?”
“No Sir! I’m not!”
“We’ll what are you interested in, Billy?”
“Men, Sir!”
“Ooohhh! I see.” He laughed softly.

“Weren’t you worried that I might be upset if you told me that?”
“I figured you wouldn’t be holding me this way, Uncle Bud, if it would have upset you!”
“Good point, Son! Smart Kid! I tell everybody that about you! You’re right! It doesn’t upset me in the least. It’ll just allow us get to know each other closer and better if you want to.”

“I’ve jacked off thinking about it Uncle Bud!”

“I thought maybe you had. I see the way you look at me when you don’t think I’m looking. I see you lick your lips when you look at my Boots like you’d like to taste ‘em. I thought once when I hugged you that you got a big old hard on!”

“You’re right Uncle Bud! I can’t help it! I’ve been in love with you as long as I can remember.”

“Well, Son, I’ve been in love with you a while longer than that! I fell in love with you when you were in your Momma’s arms. I’ve loved you all these years and watched you grow into a fine young Man. One I’m proud to Rodeo with and lay next to. You feel good in my arms, Son!”

“Can I feel you Uncle Bud?”

“It’s just us Men, Son! Of course you can. When it’s just us, you and me, you don’t never have to ask. You wanna’ play with your old Uncle’s dick grab yourself a handful! Just be gentle and take it slow! If you want more than just playing with it, I’ll give it to you but not tonight. Get use to me and I’ll get use to you, then maybe tomorrow if we win I’ll start teaching you how to pleasure me. But only if you want to! Understand!!”

“I understand Uncle Bud and I’d like you to teach me about Man sex! Rather learn from someone I love than some jerk off that doesn’t know what he’s doing nor care!”

“My thought exactly, Son! If’n you’re bound to have sex with Men I can at least break you in gently and show you what to expect and what you must do to pleasure another Man! Sort of ‘on the job’ training! I’m sure you’ll do fine! You’ve always been eager to please me!”

I took his big rough hand and put it on my rock hard dick. He grabbed hold of it and stroked it a couple of times.“Damn fine, big cock, Son! Feel your Uncle down there!” I reached down and rapped my smaller hand around his big dick and stroked it a few times to.”

“You’re bigger than me, Uncle Bud!”
“I’m older and bigger physically than you Son! You’ll get bigger as time goes on! You’ll be as big as I am one day, I promise!”

I slept all night with a roaring hard on and he did too. Early the next morning I didn’t ask his permission but I reached over and started jacking him off. He kept his eyes closed and let me. I worked him good and worked mine at the same time. I knew he was getting close and I wanted to take it so bad when he shot. I wanted to taste my Cowboy Uncle!

“Can I have it Uncle Bud? Please! I want to taste you?”

“You worked for it Cowboy, take your prize!” Just his words alone, calling me a Cowboy again, made me shoot and I felt his flow coming up through my hand. I leaned over and put my mouth around the head as he unloaded his big Man size Cowboy load into my mouth. I swallowed and tasted it at the same time.

Uncle Bud was strong, tart, but sweet afterwards, and had lots of flavors that reminded me of him. He tasted like Man sweat, leather, Horses, and Beer. All good Man flavors. His come was the sweetest thing I think I ever had in my young mouth. All I knew was that if he’d let me I was going to play catcher for as much of that hot sweet Man come as he would allow me to have!

He was spent and pleased that I had taken all of him. He pulled me up to his big chest and kissed me gently.
“Damn fine, Son! Damn fine! You made your old Uncle feel like a King! If we win today, later on I’ll start teaching you how to please me.”
“I love you Uncle Bud and we’ll win today, I know it!”

“Love you too, Son! I thing we got a us a damn good chance of winning! Now get down there an clean your Man come off your Uncle Bud with your tongue. Do you good to eat your on spunk! Make hair grow on your chest!” I immediately got down and cleaned every bit up off his tight belly and abdomen. Cleaned around his pubes and thighs. He seemed to really relax while I cleaned him good.

“We did win. We won everyday at that Rodeo in Sweetwater. We made some damn good money. I told Uncle Bud just to hang on to my money for a while ‘cause I had plenty and didn’t want to be carrying around a lot of extra cash. There’s a special Motel there in Sweetwater that caters to Horse people. They have stables in the rear of the place and you can stall and board your Horses.

Uncle Bud got us a room and told me to watch T.V. that he’d be back in a few minutes. When he came back he had some packages from a drug store. He handed me a box and told me it was an enema bag to clean myself out with. If I wanted him to use me that I had to clean myself out so I didn’t get hurt and he didn’t get dirty. Sounded reasonable to me.

He showed me how to use it standing in the shower and it didn’t hurt or nothing. Just washed out all the crap in me. I had a hard on the whole time thinking about Uncle Bud sticking his big dick up my ass and fucking me. Damn! Just the thought of it almost made me come.

I cleaned myself out good and he had me walk around to make sure all the water was out of me. We watched T.V. for a while and had a couple of Beers. We were both naked and I crawled up in his big arms to watch T.V. He leaned down and kissed me gently on the mouth.

“You think you got yourself clean enough?”
“Yes Sir! I did like you told me. I cleaned until the water coming out was clean.”
“Good! You ready for your first Man fucking!”
“Sure am Uncle Bud! Can’t wait to feel your big thing up inside me!”

“Well, we’ll take it kinda slow at first. Then after you get comfortable with me inside you then we’ll do us some real good fucking. I’ll ride your Butt just like I do old Dolly! ‘Cepen’ I won’t be using my spurs on you! Bet I can get you off just by fucking that little ass. Well, Hell, I’ll just fuck you ‘til you do come! How ‘bout that Cowboy?”[p“Sounds good to me Uncle Bud! As long as you beat that eight second buzzer and stay in my Saddle you’ll probably win my prize!”

“Oh, I guarantee I’ll beat that eight second buzzer and then some, Cowboy! You can try to buck me off, in fact I hope you try, ‘cause its always a better ride after a Man’s broken a wild one! Tame your little ass down right nice and take me a good ride in your tight little Saddle.”
He joked with me as he slicked up his big hard dick with some KY jelly.

“Throw your legs up over your head, Son! That’s it! Gonna’ lubricate your hole with this jelly so my dick will enter you easier and won’t hurt you.” He started putting the jelly in my hole with one finger and it felt wonderful to have my Uncle Bud playing with my boy Butt. Then he started stretching me with two fingers, then three until he had all his fingers going into me opening me up. I wanted his dick in me in the worst way.

“You starting to want some Uncle Bud dick up your little Butt Cowboy?” “You’re reading my mind Uncle Bud! I can’t wait to feel you in me!”“Easy Hoss! We’ll get you mounted in just a second here. I can tell you did a good job cleaning out. You shouldn’t have any trouble taking me Son, even as big as I am your little hole will accommodate me!”

He moved around behind me and I couldn’t wait. My ass was about to get it’s first taste of Man dick and I said a prayer of thanks to God that it was my wonderful Uncle Bud, the Man I loved above all others.

“Now, I’m not gonna’ be gentle with you, Son! I’m gonna’ give it all to you at once and hold you until you stop arguing with my dick. It always hurts a little the first time but by the end of the summer you’ll be jumping on my cock without any lubricant at all.”

“Just a little spit on my dick, a little on your hole and you’ll slam your little ass down on my old Cayuse like you were a Bronco Buster! Now, if it starts to hurt too much, move your ass around and try to buck me off. It’ll be good for you and give me some good ridin’! Ready to come out of the chute Cowboy?”

“Yes Sir, Uncle Bud! Mount this old Hoss!” He had his big mushroom head of his dick poised at my back door, leaned forward and the weight of his big body sunk it home into my virgin ass.

“Woah Doggies! Damn Uncle Bud, that filled me up! Oh, shit, it hurts! I’m gonna’ buck you off Cowboy! No eight second buzzer for you Uncle Bud!” I was kidding and I was serious. I started moving my ass like a Bronco with a burr under his Saddle.

He held on as I pitched and bucked! I would get him just about out of my ass and he would slam it home again to the base of his big dick. The more I bucked the looser I got until I found myself doing it just to feel how good he felt sliding back into me. Then I started laughing and made the sound of a buzzer.

“O.K. Uncle Bud, you win the Bareback riding contest. You tamed this Stallion. Now he’ll ride right nice for you around the ring! You can even take your hat off and wave to the crowd!” He fell out laughing.

“How’s that feel now, Cowboy!” As he took one big long, lovingly gentle stroke all the way to the base of his cock into my Butt. I went nuts with ecstasy!

“Feels like I have to take a big shit, Uncle Bud!”
“Well, that’s the best part about it. I fill you up like that then I take it out like this, (he withdrew to the head!) you’ve shit me out but now you feel empty don’t you?”

“Yes Sir! Put it back in! Please, Uncle Bud! Hard!” He slammed it back in hard and I again went nuts.
“Oh God! Thank you Uncle Bud! Thank you for taking my Cowboy ass hard like that! I can’t remember anything that ever felt that bad and good at the same time. Fuck me Uncle Bud! You won the prize, my Wild Stallion ass is your’s to ride!”

Uncle Bud began to fuck me with great love and passion. He was gonna’ ride me where he wanted to go but he was gonna’ make damn sure the Man underneath him was enjoying it as much as he was. He made the sweetest love to his Nephew any Man possibly could. I knew I couldn’t get enough of this wonderful Man’s dick in either hole.

I was falling heels over head in love with my Uncle. He would stop to rest every now and then and ask me if I’d had enough and did I want him to get us off.
“No! Please, Uncle Bud! Ride me some more. Take your prize Cowboy! Ride your tamed Stallion around the ring several more times Uncle Bud! Please, please fuck me some more! You feel so damn good! Am I pleasing you Uncle Bud! Does it feel right for you?” He leaned over and gently kissed me on the lips.

“Yes Son, you’re pleasing me very much. You feel so damn good I could pop both our nuts in nothing flat but we’ll ride a little more if you wish. I could always use a little more riding a tight little Rodeo Cowboy Butt like yours.” He fucked me so gently and strong. I envied my Aunt Laura but wondered how much sex they actually had? He was really getting into riding me.

Uncle Bud was a Man that liked his fucking! Liked it long, slow, deep and gentle. He was in no hurry to get any where. He knew the more he fucked my tight little ass the more loose it would become and open up to him like a flower when he decided it was time to take us both home.

“Son I’ve really enjoyed fucking you but I think it’s about time I got us both off. So I’m gonna’ start fucking ya’ pretty hard now and deep. You just hang on and keep offering that ass up to me like you been doing and I’ll get us both there. Now you leave the fucking to your old Uncle Bud and you just keep it up there for him.”

“Now if you get near shooting you holler at me ‘cause I’m gonna’ fuck you ‘till you do then I’ll get mine at the same time.”

Uncle Bud started fucking me faster with bigger and deeper strokes. My ass was so open to him it felt wonderful to be helping the Man that I loved to get his rocks off inside of me. I kept my ass up there for him like he asked and he didn’t have to hunt for my hole. I made sure that every stroke of his massive shaft found it’s way home easily and smoothly.

It was working because the more I worked with him the more I got excited and new that his rubbing against my dick with his thrust was about to make me explode.

“Oh..Oh...OH...OOOHHH... Uncle Bud! I can’t hold back you’re hitting something in there that ......Oh God!......”
“Take your prize Cowboy, you’ve earned it! Your Uncle Bud’s gonna’ fuck you ‘till you do. Get it Cowboy!!!”

I shot, shot and shot again trying to bite his dick off with my ass spasming around it. It tripped his come trigger and he sank one big thrust in me as I felt his come burst forth into my gut. Damn I could feel it’s heat and goodness as he flowed into my ass his sweet, hot Cowboy come. He had tamed his Wild Stallion and ridden him down hard. He was one Cowboy that earned his prize.

“Woah, Damn! That was a good one, Son! You stayed with me the whole time. I dare say for your first fucking you performed like a Rodeo Champ. That had to be one of the finest Man fucks I’ve ever had, Son!” He held me tightly with his big cock sill in me and kissed me gently but passionately.

“Thank you Uncle Bud for taking your time and patients to make this good for me too. I could see how someone could really hurt another Man if he didn’t take his time and fuck him right. I really appreciate you teaching me. During our time together all you have to do is snap your fingers and my ass is yours Sir! I’d be proud to catch your seed any time Uncle Bud!”

He kissed me again.
“Ah, shoot, Son! We’ll have lots of time to fuck while we’re on the road. You can suck me off while I’m driving. We can have lots of fun with each other. Think you’re gonna’ like Man sex?”
“As long as you’re the Man, Uncle Bud! You know I love you more than any body on this Earth!”
“I love you too, Son! Now, lets get cleaned up and get to bed. We got a long travel day ahead of us tomorrow.”

We got in the shower together and I bathed and toweled him dry! He was my God! I loved him so much! He had a big beautiful body and a huge cock We climbed into bed and I curled up in his big Cowboy arms and felt safe, loved, wanted and appreciated! Not only was I a good partner to him I was a good fuck too. I knew it was gonna’ be a good year together!

I slept all night in his arms. Sometime I’d wake up and find him pulling me closer to him and feel his big dick rock hard against my little hole.Come morning I eased my ass back down on his big shaft until I had it all the way in. Either he was still asleep or pretending to be.

Finally he stretched and grabbed me around my waist to plant the last few inches into me. He just let it soak in my Butt as he kissed around on my ear and teased me for sitting down on him.

“Think you’re gonna’ like ridin’ Cowboy dick, Son?”
“As long as you’re the Cowpoke, Uncle Bud!” He laughed.
“You want some more this morning?”
“Sure would start our morning off right wouldn’t it, Sir!”
“Good thinking Son!”

“Hold on then and I’ll do a quick ride for us to get us off!” He began to fuck me from the back and it was a little different experience but still felt just as good. He fuck me good until he grabbed hold of my dick, gave it three big pumps and I exploded all over my belly and chest and felt him shooting inside of me! He had done it again! We lay there for a good while with him still in me.

I didn’t want him to withdraw and he didn’t either. Finally he kissed me behind the ear again and withdrew.
“Damn fine fuck, Son! Damn fine! Made me hungry as a Bear! Let’s get cleaned up, get breakfast and get on the road!” I thanked him again for fucking me and getting me off. I told him I loved him again.

That summer was Magic! We fucked our way across the United States and won one Hell of a lot of prize money. We were fifth in the Pro Rodeo Associations standing for Team Roping. My Dad and Uncle Joe couldn’t believe it. They knew we were good but had no idea we were that good. I don’t think we were that good until Uncle Bud started fucking me!

There was a closeness between us that everyone noticed everywhere we went. They all just assumed I was his Son and we didn’t tell them different. Then one day we saw this Pro Rodeo Association News Paper with our pictures on the front as one of the three top Roping Teams in the county.

We were both stunned. We looked like Father and Son! Had we grown that close? I looked just like Uncle Bud. I couldn’t have walked taller than that day. He even commented on it. I had filled out, gained some muscle, and looked damn good. I had become a Man that summer! I was no longer a gangly skinny Kid, I had become a young Man!

In the picture Uncle Bud and I had on really hot matching western shirts and Black Felt Hats we had bought and looked enough alike to be Brothers. I still have that picture today! The Man that took the picture gave me several glossy prints. It’s my favorite picture of me and the Man I grew to love so deeply that year.

Many times the announcer of the Rodeo wouldn’t even look to see that our last names were different and just announce to the crowd that the next team would be Father and Son, Bud Cummings and his Boy Billy! Bud is on leave of absence as Sheriff of the County to spend a year Rodeoing with his Boy! They’re rated number three Roping Team in the Nation. They’ll be going to the National Finals in Ft. Worth, Texas this year.

I would be so fucking proud! Uncle Bud would wink at me, lean over on Dolly to whisper to me, “Wish’t ya’ was my Son, Cowboy!”
“I am, Uncle Bud! I am! Least wise, I sure as Hell wanna’ be! I love you so Goddamned much it hurts!”

I would have been anything that beautiful Man wanted me to be! I did everything I could that year to make him love me. I cleaned and polished his big Boots, kept our clothes clean, rubbed his sore back for him, took care of the Horses, repaired our Tack and sometime fixed an evening meal in the camper for us. He was falling deeper in love with me too.

We stayed in the home of one of his friends in Calgary. The Big Man that was his good friend had Rodeoed with Uncle Bud in their early days.
“Bud I ain’t never seen no Kid as devoted to his Uncle as Billy is. That Kid worships you! Usually Kids his age are wise ass punks but Billy is well mannered, intelligent and thoughtful. You should be real proud of him!”

“I am Ben! How many Kids come along you wish’t you could say was your own Son! Not many! He’s my Wife’s sister’s boy! He’s my Nephew!”
“Hell, the Kid looks enough like you to be your Son!”
“Lot of people have noticed that!” Then Uncle Bud would pull out the PRA magazine picture and show his friend.
“Damn! That’s spooky!”
“Ain’t it?” Uncle Bud would just beam.

“Well, his Grand Dad and my Momma were Brother and Sister. So that makes us Second Cousins as well as being his Uncle by Marriage. So there has to be some family resemblance there. Maybe that accounts for the likeness, I don’t know!”

“I damn near shit my pants when I saw this sexy young Cowboy get out of your truck. It was like I was thrown twenty five years into the past. He’s the spitting image of you at that age. Made my old heart skip a beat, for sure! My old dick started dripping too!” Mr. Stafford laughed.

“It’s crazy! Everyone just assumes he’s my Kid and most of the time we just let ‘em! He does look a lot like me I’ll admit. But you know what Ben? I couldn’t be prouder of the Kid if’n he was my own boy! He’s been one Hell of a Rodeo Team Partner and we’re headed for the National Finals in Ft. Worth in September.”“We’ve been living together in that close little camper on my truck for almost a year now and we’ve never had a cross word. I’ve never had to tell him to do nothing. He works hard at taking care of a lot of little things I sometime forget. He’s just a damn good Kid!”

“You’ve really had a good year then Bud!”
“The greatest year of my life Ben! How many Men our age get to do it again? Relive their youth and have a partner like my Nephew!”

“I have to ask Bud! Is it like it was with you and me all those years ago?”
“Yes Ben! He’s my boy! I love him as much as I do you! Nobody could ever take your place in my heart Ben, you know that! Billy’s like a Son to me.”

“You are to him like I was to you! An older Bro. You’re right about our love though, Cowboy! Still love you today! You know I’ll always love you! Never loved a Man like I love you, Bud! Never will again either!” The two big Men hugged each other with tears in their eyes remembering long ago when they held each other close and made sweet Man love to each other.

“Ain’t it crazy Bud?! The way we live our lives? I’ve got four grown wonderful children with children of their own. Love my Grand Kids and my wife. But you always left a hole in my heart! A hole I never filled all these years. When you called and said you and your Nephew might stop by I had to run to the bathroom to jack off. I’m not gonna’ attack you or nothing, it was just a complement I wanted to pass on to you!”

“Well, to be dead honest! I was looking forward to seeing you again, Ben, to just see what effect you had on me after all these years. I almost couldn’t get out of the truck I had such a boner when I saw you come down off that porch! So you see, you still do it to me friend! If it weren‘t for both our obligations to others I’d take you to that barn right this minute!”

“I’d be right behind you too, Cowboy!” They both laughed, “I have to tell you knowing that about you and Billy makes me love him all that much more. I know the feelings that young Man must have for you and I love him for that! I’m glad he’s such a fine young Man, Bud. Even if it’s for a while, you deserve his love. I know the kind of Man you are and he will carry you in his heart the rest of his life. Just like I have! Now, come on, holler at Billy and the two of you come on in for dinner!”

“Thanks Ben. I love you!”
“I love you too, Cowboy! Always will!”
Uncle Bud called me to dinner. I was looking at the Horses with Ben Jr. We had let Dolly and Madison out in the pasture to run and they were having a ball. We all went in to a wonderful dinner of fried chicken and all the fixings. Mrs. Stafford was a wonderful cook.

Big Ben Stafford and Uncle Bud entertained us for hours with wild ass stories of their days ridin’ the Rodeo Circuit together. They would laugh until they’d get tears in their eyes. But I could see the way they looked at each other that there was more said between them than what we heard at the table.

Later that evening as Uncle Bud and I lay together in each other’s arms in a small room on a back part of their house, I could tell he was melancholic. I had a real good idea as to why.

“You and Ben were lovers all those years, weren’t you Uncle Bud?”
“Was it that obvious, Cowboy?”
“Only to me! ‘Cause you’ve taught me about Man love. I can see the signs!”
“Does it upset you? Make you jealous?”

“God no, Uncle Bud! In a way it reenforces what I feel for you and know you feel the same. You haven’t stopped loving Ben all these years and he certainly hasn’t stopped loving you! I’d even share you with old Ben if you two could get alone together! I’d stand guard so no one would catch the two of you!”

“That’s the sweetest thing any body has ever offered to do for me Son! I love you for that, but I’m afraid that old Ben and my days of being Rodeo Buddies is over. There are just some things in life you can’t go back and pick up the pieces. Besides, you’re my Rodeo Partner now and I wouldn’t do that to you! I love my Cowboy that’s ridden by my side this last year.”

“Besides, we’re going to the Nationals either in second or third place depending how we do here in Calgary! We stand a good chance of winning the whole damn thing and I want both of us to remember that as our crowning moment of our love together for this year. I don’t think we would have gotten this far if we didn’t love each other so much!”

We won at Calgary! That put us in number two place in the Nation as Top Team Ropers. The Stafford Family were all there rooting for us as we were unquestionably the best Team Ropers at Calgary. We really celebrated and stayed up for hours talking Rodeo to the Staffords and a bunch of other Rodeo people. They all kept referring to Uncle Bud as my Dad and I never corrected them, a point that was not missed by big Ben Stafford.

The next day we loaded up to leave and Mrs. Stafford had made a huge basket of food for us with jars of jellies and jams. Homemade pickles, Fresh Bread, cookies of all kinds. They really loaded us up. We didn’t have to be in Ft. Worth for two weeks. We talked about heading home first but Uncle Bud called Aunt Laura and told her we were going sight seeing.

We might never have another chance to do this kind of thing together and he wanted to see some things with me. He told her I deserved it because I had worked my ass off all year to see that we came this far and that he would see her in Ft. Worth as half of our small town was planning on being there, including my Dad and Uncle Joe.

Uncle Bud had a hard time saying good bye to his love Ben Stafford. He told him he’d see him on down the road. Ben had tears in his eye as he told him the same. Then he grabbed me in a big Bear hug and kissed me on the cheek.

“You serve your Master well Son! He’s a good Man and I love him very much! He deserves your love! Damn, Son, you look just like he did when we were together all those years ago!”

“Thanks Mr. Stafford! He is my Master and I love him! I know you loved him once the way I do! I love you too, Sir!” He held me at arm length looking at me funny then hugged me again.

“I still love him, Son! Always will! And, I damn sure love you too!”
See ya’ on down the road, Cowboy!”
“On down the road, Mr. Stafford!”

We left and Uncle Bud was driving. We swapped off driving a lot and he could get some rest by climbing in the camper or just sleep with a pillow in the front with me. Most of the time he preferred to just ride up front with me if I was driving. I had been quiet for sometime. Thinking about the hole that was gonna’ be in my heart when we got back home and Uncle Bud went back to his normal life and I went on with mine.

I had spent an exciting year with the Man that I most loved in the world and now had become lovers with! He was my world! How could I give him back to Aunt Laura. I knew I would! I knew I had too! I wouldn’t loose Uncle Bud, my Master, as big Ben had called him, but I wouldn’t have this closeness to him anymore.

“You wanna’ talk about it Cowboy?” Uncle Bud asked me.
“You have become my Master haven’t you Uncle Bud?”
“Ben tell you that?”
“He used the word and I agreed with him. You know you’ve become my Master!”

“Only if you want me to be, Cowboy! I’m perfectly happy with things the way they are! I couldn’t love you more Billy! We’re spending this last two weeks before National Finals so we can be alone with each other. Do you know what being your Master means, Son? What it implies?”

“I means a Master must have a slave!”
“That’s right, Son! Do you want to be my slave, Billy?”
“I already am, Uncle Bud. You know I love you so much I’d give you my heart and soul to keep for your own! I can’t imagine anything in this life I’d rather be than a slave to you Uncle Bud!”

“Billy, I don’t think I could turn you into my slave! We don’t have that kind of a relationship. I love you as my Son, Billy! You are the world to me. Let that be enough for us, Son.”

“If your feel I’ve become your Master then let it be. You already treat me like I’m you Master! You wait on me hand and foot! You do everything for me you possibly can.”

“I want to think you do those things because you love me and not because you’re my slave and are compelled by Bonding to do them. The only thing left is kneeling before me and paying homage to my Boots!” He looked at me and I saw the flash in his eyes. I smiled at him sheepishly!

“O.K.! You win! I’ve seen you lick your lips a hundred times looking at my dirty old Boots. Is that something that you really need, Son?”
I didn’t answer. I just sat there in silence. He knew the answer.

I wasn’t going to push it. I wasn’t going to tell him how many times I’d taken his boots when he wasn’t around and licked ‘em clean. Then polished ‘em up for him. Best I not rock the boat. He was right! Why did I have to have that. I had the best part of him anyway.

“I’m sorry Uncle Bud. You’re right! I guess I’m just being crazy. I’ve heard love does that to us sometime.”
“It sure does Cowboy. Now, get over here and let me put my arm around you. You need a little Cowboy loving right now!”

I moved over in the seat close to him and he threw his big arm around me and hugged me up close. I felt safe and loved. No matter! I was going to enjoy the rest of my summer with my beloved Uncle. He was silent for sometime like he was engrossed in thought.

“I’ll make you a deal, Cowboy!” He finally said to me.
“What’s that Uncle Bud?”
“If you feel you have to show me that respect and need to submit to me that way, I’ll go along with you calling me Master! But only in private! Never in public! You will always be my Cowboy. You’ll have to settle for that! I wont call you my slave!”

“That’s fine with me Uncle Bud!! You’re my Master and I’m your Cowboy!”
“Always will be, Cowboy!”
“I love you, Master Bud!”
“Sounds good to me! I love my Cowboy too. Now, get down there and suck your Master off!”

“Yes Sir, Master Bud! With pleasure!”
“Later when we stop for the night I’ll let you have what you been fantasizing about all year before you pull ‘em off of me. You can clean the dust off my old Boots, but only if you do a good job of sucking. I want you down there sucking on my old dick like a new born calf!”

“You’ll get the best sucking you ever had from me Master Bud!”
“We understand each other then, Buckeroo?”
“Yes Sir, Master Bud! And, thank you Sir! It means a lot to me Sir!”
“Well, you made me realize, it does to me too, Cowboy!”

“Where we going Master Bud?”
“Yonder! On down the road a piece!”

End Chapter I~
Waddie Greywolf
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