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Booger Red & Cowboy
Waddie Greywolf

Chapter 2

Uncle Bud and I left Calgary and headed back down into the good old U.S. of A. The stampede was a great experience. Staying with the Stafford's was wonderful, but it was good to be back on the road again. I wasn't going to think about anything for the next month, but work as hard as I could to please the man I fell in love with. I'd do anything for my uncle. I started this trip a little over a year ago, slowly worked and pleasured my way into my uncle's heart. There was no other on this Earth like him, and I wanted this trip, this moment in time to last forever. I was like the surfer who found the perfect wave, the musician who found the lost chord, a treasure, once found, so difficult to let go.

I took off my big, felt cowboy hat and threw it in the boot of the camper. I lay my head in his lap and pressed my face against his Wranglers to get the full smell of my cowboy master through his Wranglers. I rested my head on his lap hundreds of times on this trip to sleep in peaceful, secure sleep as he drove us to our next destination. Many times I'd wake up and find myself being fed a super mouthful of his beautiful, uncircumcised cock. I'd slowly run my tongue around under the head, cleaning all the good man flavors from beneath his hood, gently sucking on it like it was something holy and needed my prayers.

"You feel like holding some piss for your master so's we don't have to stop, Cowboy?" I knew that was my cue to get as much of him down my throat as I could, to allow him to use me as his truck toilet so we didn't have to stop. He slowly and patiently trained me to take his piss. At first I wasn't too keen on the idea, but after telling me what might be expected of a well trained slave, I thought about it, and ask him to train me. Master Bud didn't want to when I asked.

"Master, will you teach me to take your piss," I asked him quietly.

"No! No! Absolutely not! You're my nephew, for Christ sake," he replied strongly.

"No disrespect, sir, but I talked to you before about becoming a slave to a good master. I'm asking you, because I love you, Uncle Bud. I know you'd go slow and explain things to me. No man's had a better teacher than you, Uncle Bud, when you taught me about man sex and pleasuring a man. Are you pleased with your student, sir? I asked.

"You know better'n to ask, Son. You know damn well I am. You surpassed your teacher. What we have is sometimes unbelievable. Of course I'm happy," he replied.

"I'd rather be taught by you than someone who might hurt me, Uncle Bud. You love me and will take the time and patience to train me slowly."

"I'm sorry, Cowboy, I'll do anything for you, but don't ask me to do that, please, Son," Uncle Bud was looking at me, and we were quiet for a while.

"Does every master require it of their slave?" I asked.

"Some do, some don't. It ain't a regular thing, but now and then some masters require it of their slave as bonding thing; to assert or confirm their dominance over his slave, and to test his slave's willingness to submit," Uncle Bud explained.

"Did you do it for Ben, Uncle Bud?" I asked.

Uncle Bud shot a look at me that answered my question. "Ah, Hell, Cowboy! You saw the man. Years later he's still as hot as he was when we's together. You know damn well I did. Shit! I should a' know'd better. I ain't dealing with no average, run a' the mill, initiate slave. My nephew's bright. Of course, I'm prejudice 'cause I love you so much. I can see I aint' got no argument what's gonna' work, and you're a' thinking since I done it, why can't you? All right. As your master, I'm supposed to be teaching you; however, I purposely left certain things out I didn't think I wanted to teach you. I probably overstepped the barriers of convention to teach you about man-sex, but you're of legal age and asked me. I don't want to fit the profile of the depraved sex starved uncle who takes advantage of his young nephew, and that part's pushing the boundaries of the limits I set for myself. I don't know if I can, Son. I know, I know, if I learned to take Ben's piss why can't you take mine? I don't have a sound argument other than my trump card – I'm your uncle." Uncle Bud was quiet for a long while and so was I.

I thought I'd try the plaintive plea all kids default to. "Please, Uncle Bud!" I said with a whine. I guess it failed, because he didn't respond, and was quiet for a long time. I could see he was debating it in his mind. After thirty minutes of silence I thought the subject was dead and gone, but I added one last wedge. "'Okay, Uncle Bud, but I got me a memory better'n than elephant's. That first night we were lying together in the camper you done told me you'd teach me anything I wanted to know about man-sex," I said quietly.

"Damnation! You're right, I did. I was hoping that slipped your rememberer. Oh fuck. All right, we'll try," he said.

Uncle Bud was as good at that subject as he was the others. He was patient and understanding. Didn't take me long to learn. I've even learned to enjoy it. Hell, his piss tastes better than beer. He worked with me, taught me how to suppress my gag response so's he could work enough of his cock down my throat I didn't have to swallow when he used me. I would just relax my throat and hook on to him like I was a baby calf. I'd just lie there and wait. I'd feel him scoot his ass forward a little to relax, and knew the flow of his good hot man piss would start to fill me up at any minute. He would start his flow and not stop until I heard him tell me he finished.

I sometimes doze off from the warmth in my belly, and the secure feeling of being hooked up to his big, masculine body. Often, I'd stay hooked to him for an hour or more, lightly dozing, feeling him emptying more into me from time to time; there, for his use. It was a wonderful feeling. Then he would lightly shake me to let me know he was ready for me to pleasure him. I'd withdraw, and he'd take his hand to pull back his foreskin from the large head of his shaft. He wanted to get the full feeling of my cowboy throat as I slowly began to ride his shaft. Uncle Bud's cock head was super sensitive once the foreskin was pulled back, and it rarely took me more than four or five good slides on his penis as far as I could take it to feel his flow start to come up his shaft.

"Damn, Cowboy! You're gettin' me again. Pull off a little way so's you can catch me in your mouth, Son. I know how much you love your master's spunk."

I'd pull back just in time to catch his good hot load of cowboy cream in my mouth. I'd sometimes lie there for a few minutes with the full taste of his body and come mingled with the smell of him; the smells of his healthy, clean, man sweat, leather, horses, Wranglers, sex, with a faint hint of Lilac Vegetal and then the taste of his come. My God, his come became a drug to me. I'd beg him to fuck me with rubbers sometimes, to cheat my ass out of a load, so's I could squeeze it out onto his big, brown cowboy boots and eat it off a plate made especially for his adoring slave-boy. He'd laugh understandingly at my need to please him. He knew where my head was. He'd been there with Ben Stafford. He told me I weren't doing nothing new. He told me he done the same damn thing with Ben Stafford when they were together.

"Even eat'n come off'n his boot, Uncle Bud?" I asked.

"You saw that strapping cowboy wear'n them big boots of his, what da' ya' think, Honcho?" he asked and grinned at me.

"Sure hope ya' did, Uncle Bud. Them boots of Mr. Stafford's were too damn hot just to get horse and cow shit on 'em," I allowed.

Uncle Bud roared with laughter. "Think so, huh?" he asked still laughing.

"I sure as Hell would've. I'd get me a look at them big boots of his and my ole dick 'ud start to drool in my pants," I replied.

"Okay, now, let's stop talking 'bout Ben's boots. I already done got me a big ole hard-on and before you know it, we'll be pulling off at the next rest stop, climb in the camper, so's I can tear me off a piece of buckaroo butt if'n you don't stop. We got lots of country to cover. You could make my hard-on go away if'n you got down there and hook onto me again, Honcho."

"Yes, sir, Master Bud, my pleasure, sir. One last question, Uncle Bud?" I asked.

"What's 'at, Cowboy?" he asked in reply.

"Did your old mouth start into water’n when you got a glimpse of them big boots of Mr. Stafford's?" I asked.

I thought Uncle Bud was going to wreck the damn truck he was laughing so hard. "Oooh, yes, Cowboy! Yes, it did, big time. I had to swallow two ta' three times to keep from drool'n out the corners of my mouth and look'n like a fuck'n idiot," he allowed. He laughed some more, put his big arm around me, pulled me close, and bussed a quick kiss behind my ear.

"Me, too," I said softly, under my breath. He heard me and laughed even harder. He shared more intimate details of their relationship, and Uncle Bud expressed the same feelings for Ben I had for him. Finally, Uncle Bud made a comment that set us both off.

"Fuck! They oughta' pass a law against men like Ben Stafford wear'n boots. It's just too damn hard on men like us. Look'n at them boots of his almost stopped my old heart a couple of times, and I had to keep shaking you to make sure you were still breathing," he allowed. We both roared with laughter.

I told him he was right, I think I stopped breathing several times. That only made him laugh more. He made me laugh, in turn, and we were racked up with laughter. We'd look at each other after that, know what the other was thinking, and break into gales of laughter. Uncle Bud and I had us some great times together. Aside from the love we shared, most important to us, we became good friends. Uncle Bud shared with me his conversation with Mr. Stafford about young Ben Jr. "Did Ben Jr. open up to you, Cowboy? I know he's awfully quiet, but you seem to have a gift for making people feel so comfortable around you they trust you almost immediately. Wish't I had that talent," he said.

"Naw, sir. We didn't talk much about his dad. He told me he was at home because his dad needed him to help run the ranch, but he did say he loved his old man so much he didn't think he could leave. I didn't think about it at the time. Do you think he meant – ?"

"– he's in love with his dad?" Uncle Bud asked finishing my sentence.

"Yes, sir. I got me the feeling if'n we had more time to spend together, sooner or later, Ben Jr. and I would've ended up in the hay. I caught him checking me out a couple of times. I caught him looking at you when he didn't think anyone was looking. I could tell he thought you were one of the best looking men he ever did see. It's kind of sad in a way. Ben Jr.'s too damn good looking to go to waste on that ranch. Did you see the build on him when he took off his shirt?" I asked.

"Yeah, he looked like a damn body builder. I gotta' agree with you, Cowboy, he's a good looking young man. He looks jes' like his dad did when I met him."

"I sure can understand why you rode with Mr. Stafford on the circuit, Uncle Bud. Hell, he ain't too shabby today. Shit, I'd ride with him."

"You noticed, huh, Cowboy? Gotta' agree with you again, Son. He still does it to me. He looks better the older he gets. Ain't too many men you can say that about. I hope it turns out all right for Ben and Ben Jr."

'I got me a feeling it will, Master Bud."

We headed down into Wyoming into some of the most beautiful country I ever saw. Throughout the west you can travel the back roads, and there will be a sign at an entryway to some small farm or large ranch. The sign will read "Rodeo friendly!" You can pull in, the whole family will come out to welcome you, feed and board your horses, release them to their pastures, feed you like visiting royalty, and keep you up for hours talking rodeo. They're wonderful, loving people. We'd rather stay with a "Rodeo friendly" family than in some sterile motel. Most times, when we stayed in a motel, we couldn't take the horses out for a walk. The poor things would have to stay in the trailer. Then, too, you've made friends who send you Christmas and Birthday cards, pictures of the family, pets, and horses for years. They share with you their losses and happiness over the years.

For years afterward, all you needed to do is phone, or drop a line telling them you'll be in their area, and you'll be swamped with genuine, heartfelt offers to come visit and stay a while. You become part of their family. All Uncle Bud and I had to do was mention our names, and we were asked how long we could stay. Most had arena's for roping and bull dogging, great for Uncle Bud and I to practice. They always had plenty of stock to practice on. Of course, all the neighbors would be alerted for miles around. Come the next morning there'd be fifty pickemup trucks with cattle racks and horse trailers, come to watch the number two team ropers in the nation and to participate in an impromptu rodeo.

A lot of the beautiful young women would barrel race, and some of them were really good. They should’ve been on the circuit. There was always a handful of local talent who could have been professional competitors. It was always good fun, and nobody ever got out of hand. We would rodeo all damn day and late into the evenings if they had lights. The kids would rope, ride calves bareback, and generally have a ball. The older men would ride unbroken stock bareback, and the bigger young men would bulldog fairly large steers, and wrestle them to the ground. The women would load up the back of their family's trucks with all kinds of food they would spread out on four to six picnic tables with beautiful checkered table clothes; unimaginably good food for all. The desserts? Oh, my God! Pies and cakes and more pies and cakes. Mrs. Jones insists you have a piece of her award winning German chocolate cake and Mrs. Grimes insists you try her grasshopper pie.

Then the iced tea. Where do those folks learn to make iced tea? Best damn drink on the planet. No contest. Always served with plenty of ice in quart mason jars. No drinking glasses. No mugs. Y'ain't country less'n you drink your iced tea out of a big put'n up jar. Bigger the jar, the more room for tea. Damn, it was good. Sometimes they'd put a sprig of mint in the jar. All the ladies had mint growing around a leaky faucet somewhere around the ranch.

We were staying at the Bartlett's ranch outside of Ten Sleep, Wyoming. Little bitty town, big ranch, with some powerful big cowboys. They grow them economy size in Wyoming; big sky country; big man country. Uncle Bud and I watched a big-old cowboy wrestle a bigger steer. He jammed the heels of his size eighteen triple E cowboy boots into the loose ground of the arena and stopped that damn steer dead in its tracks. It lost its balance, flipped all the way over, and the cowboy held it down for eight seconds. While he was holding the critter he looked up directly at me sitting on the fence and winked. Every cowboy in the place turned and looked at me. I turned a deep shade of crimson. Uncle Bud looked at me with his mouth open. I looked at him with a dumb look on my face, and a lopsided grin.

"What da' ya' make of that, Cowboy?" Uncle Bud asked with a wicked grin.

"Ain't too sure, Uncle Bud, but he could put them big boots of his'n under my bed for an evening; maybe two, if'n he says the secret word. 'At damn duck don't haf'ta fly down and shit on his head neither," I replied and giggled like a school boy.

"I think he's gonna' ask 'em to put your ass in that chute next," Uncle Bud was having fun with me.

"He could bulldog my ass any damn time he wants. I'd stay down longer than any fuck'n eight seconds, I'll guaran-damn-tee ya.' He could nail my ass to the arena floor rye-cheer in front a' God and ever'body if'n he's a mind to," I said pouring on the cowboy bullshit hyperbole I heard all my life. I thought Uncle Bud was going to come unhinged he was laughing so hard. He damn near fell off the fence.

"You've come a long way, Cowboy," he said and laughed at me, "Would you wanna’ bunk it in with him if'n he asked?" Uncle Bud asked and raised an eyebrow.

"And leave my master alone? Wouldn't consider it. H'it ain't the Cowboy Way," I replied without hesitation.

"I wouldn't mind sharing you with a grade-A, piece of prime cowboy beef like him. Hell, he ain't no cowboy, a’tall, Son. To my way a' think'n he looks like a prime steer. I'm also a' think'n he could probably do you a world a' good. Bet he could put a smile on that purdy little face of yorn what’ud last ya' 'til the new moon. Hell, if'n I play my cards right, he might even teach me to bulldog you lie-kat when I'm real horny. Wouldn't 'nat be fun?" Uncle Bud said and slapped me on the back, laughing. He was having a bit too much merriment at my expense.

"What I said earlier, I was just joking with you, like we always do, Uncle Bud. You're the only cowpoke for me. 'Sides we ain't got that much time left together, and I wanna' drink in as much of you as I can get. Is that being selfish of me?" I asked.

"No, it ain't, Billy. Not at all. Aside from being a sweet man, Cowboy, you're also thoughtful, caring, and considerate. You put them boy scouts to shame, Son, and it's that part of you what make me love you," he said. Uncle Bud could say some of the most off-the-wall loving comments I ever heard.

"Love you, too, Uncle Bud, more'n stars in the Texas sky," I replied softly.

"How old ju' guess the bulldogger to be, Cowboy?" he asked.

"Late twenties. Maybe early thirties. Naw, he's twenty-three," I declared shaking my head, then added, "He's about five years older'n me," I guessed.

"My guess would be twenty-five to twenty-eight, but hard ranch work can mature a man quicker. Damnation, he be a fine looking piece of work, ain't he? Prime beef on da' hoof, Cowboy – grade A quality."

"Yeah. Gotta' agree with ya' on that one, Uncle Bud. You know quality stock when you see it," I complimented him and we shared another laugh.

"If something pops up, throw your hat over it, Cowboy," Uncle Bud said grinning like a cat eating a tasty mouse, "Might make it easier on ya' when we have to go on with our lives to have a couple more experiences under your belt," he said with concern.

"Awh, Uncle Bud..." I was going to protest again.

"Remember last summer at the Anderson's place. You and Jim Redfeather never left each other's side. You and that handsome young Indian man took one look at each other and it was goodbye uncle, hello native American hunk. I couldn't pry you two apart with a wrecking bar. How would this be any different?" asked my uncle.

"Aww, Uncle Bud. Jim was like my blood brother. I know you were kind and generous enough to let me spend a lot of time with Jim. I really appreciated it. That's only one of the reasons why I love you so much, but I see your point," I replied.

"You and Jim took one look at each other and bonded right there as brothers. There weren't no way in Hell any man or angel was gonna' stand in the way of your loving each other. I'm older and wiser. I knew better'n to try. I knew you wouldn’t forget my love to be with Jim. You took my love and built on it with Jim. When you returned to my arms you were a different man. It was like you's reborn with a new love for me greater than the sum of the parts. 'At's when you begin to give your all to me. You never held back nothing, but you brought more to the banquet. Besides all that, I fell in love with him, too. He's a fine young man.

Uncle Bud continued, "Jim Redfeather was one of the finest young men I ever met. He was someone I wanted you to get to know and love. I can't tell you why, but something told me it was important to let the two of you run with it. There was something you needed from Jim, and he definitely needed from you. Furthermore, you’ll share the time you had together the rest of your lives. Someday you may need your brother, and he'll be there for you when you call his name. Trust me, one of these days, whatever you shared was an investment what will be there for you when you need it most.

"Jim Redfeather worshiped you. He would never let you down. You're also my nephew as well as my slave. What I may want for you as your uncle may differ from what I want or expect of you as yore' master. I'm just think'n 'bout you, Honcho. It ain't gonna' be easy for us to say goodbye after this year we've had together. You realize, as your master, I have the right to give you to another man if it pleases me to do so and you must obey?" he asked.

"Of course. You know I would obey my master, Uncle Bud, but –" I started to reason with him.

"Ain't no 'buts' about it, Son. You made the choice. You's the one what made the decision you wanted to be my slave. I'm letting you live it to see if you really want to live the life of being a man's slave. You pressed me to teach you more than I wanted to, so if I do decide something like 'at it ain't because I wanna' get rid of you for an evening, it's because I think you need the experience. You need to know you can share love with others," Uncle Bud said in his best commanding master-sheriff voice.

"Yes, sir, Uncle Bud, I'll always obey you, sir. I know you wouldn't do nothing to hurt me," I said meekly.

At dinner Uncle Bud and I were sitting at a picnic table by ourselves. We were two of the first to go through the line. The big man who flipped the steer saw Uncle Bud and me sitting together. He swaggered over with two plates of food piled as high as he could get them, and sat down right next to me. He was about as close as he could get. His right leg was jammed up against my left leg and even though there was more room on the other side of him he made no effort to scoot over. He stuck out his huge hand across the table to Uncle Bud and introduced himself. "Name's Dave Jarvis, Mr. Cummings," he said.

"Glad to meet you, Son. That fine look'n cowpoke sit'n next to you there is..." Uncle Bud started to introduce me. Dave raised his other hand.

"I already know, sir. He's yore' boy; the one ever'body calls, 'Cowboy.' The man ever'body's been talk'n 'bout. They say he's slicker'n owl shit with a rope and twice as fast. 'Yeah, you'll know 'em when you see 'em,' folks tell me, 'they'll be the two best looking cowboys there.' Yes, sir. Folks done told me'n my old man about cha'll 'afore we even done got cheer. Damned, if'n they were't right, sir. You is two of the most handsome men I ever done laid eyes on," Dave said sincerely.

"Well, thank ya', Young Man. We appreciate 'tat," Uncle Bud replied. I could see big Dave won his heart.

"Ain't never seen me no men what looked more like cowboys in my life than you two, Mr. Cummings. Ya'll look like you were born to the saddle with your boots on," Big Dave declared. Uncle Bud smiled, shook Dave's hand and then Dave offered his hand to me. "Name's Dave, Cowboy."

"Howdy, Dave, good to meet'cha!" I shook his big ham of a hand, "Y'ain't too damn hard to look at, neither, Cowboy. Thought I'd pissed my pants when you winked at me after bulldoggin' that damn steer," I said and hit him with my award winning buckaroo grin. We laughed together.

"Why, thank ya', Cowboy," he said chuckling and smirking, "I hope I didn't embarrass you none— well, none too much, anyways," he said and ginned from ear to ear, winked, leaned in closer to me and said quietly, "I threw that bull just for you, Darlin.’" Then he threw back his handsome head and roared with laughter.

"I'd say you were pretty good at throw'n the bull in or out of the arena, Cowboy," I allowed. I couldn't help it. He looked at me, grinned, and we all laughed. Dave proceed to put the two heaping plates of food away. He reminded me of a bulldozer refueling. We ate and talked. We told him he impressed the shit out of us this afternoon bulldoggin' that steer.

"Awh, Hell— he's just a little one. They's got a couple 'round here I ain't never been able to throw, but I'm a' working up to 'em. Their time's a' coming," he declared. Dave kept his big leg as close to mine as he could, but didn't move it or nothing. I got the feeling he was satisfied just being near and touching me. Dave finished the two huge mounds of food, ate what was left on my plate, and Uncle Bud's; then, he went back for seconds, a piece of pie and cake after that. The man was big. He needed the fuel. A big man should never try to throw a lot of bull on an empty stomach.

We finished eating and Uncle Bud went to get us more iced tea. I saw Dave innocently put his right hand under the table on his leg with his palm up. I waited a minute, and like it was the most natural thing in the world for me to do, I slipped my left hand under the table and gently laid it in his big rough hand. He looked at me, blushed like a school boy, and smiled as he slowly and gently closed his big hand around mine. Uncle Bud was sharp. It was the first thing he noticed on returning to the table. He looked at big Dave's reddened face, smiled, and leaned over so only we could hear what he said. "Hope you're intentions toward's my son are honorable, Dave. Don't want no shotgun weddings," Uncle Bud used his best sheriff voice. The big man threw back his head and roared with laughter.

"Oh, Hell, no, Mr. Cummings, I'm a' pack'n protection," Dave replied and slapped his hip to indicate a condom in his billfold. Uncle Bud thought that was the funniest come back he'd heard in a long time, but Dave didn't stop there. "Sure wouldn't mind this, here, handsome buckaroo having my baby, though. Hell, I jes' know it'ud hav'ta be purdy. No disrespect to you, sir, or Cowboy," Dave said meekly. Uncle Bud almost fell off the bench laughing. I could tell he thought Dave was all right. I didn't think big Dave was too damn shabby, either.

"None taken, Son. Nice to find a man who knows and speaks his mind. It's rare these days," Uncle Bud said.

"I ain't never had no urge to be with a man 'til I been watching you two today. Can't says I never thunk on it, but never had the urge. I still can't figure who’s the better looking, you or yore' son. Don't make me no never mind, 'cause Cowboy done offered me his hand. That's gotta' count fer some'um," he stated sincerely. "If a man's purdy butt makes my dick hard, and it starts dripping, does that mean I'm a homo, Mr. Cummings?" he asked Uncle Bud seriously. I was about to split down the seams but held my laugh.

"Only if you wanna' to think on yourself that way, Son. You could be bi-sexual. I'm married, got me fine lady I've loved all these years, but when my boy offers up a piece of that tight little cowboy butt of his'n, I damn sure climb on for a good ride. Hell, he's better'n an eight second winnin' ride on a bareback bronc. Ain't no better feelin' in the world, Son, than slippin' your old willie-wiggler into a nice, tight, clean piece of buckaroo butt, getting him all broke to yore' saddle, nice'n comfortable like, then the two of you ride'n off into the sunset together whistling 'Happy Trails.'" Uncle Bud winked at me and roared with laughter to watch me blush again. Dave thought it was 'purdy' fucking hilarious, too.

"Woo-we, dogies!" he exclaimed, "Holy shit, Mr. Cummings that sounds hot! You and Cowboy, together? Can't 'magine me no purdier pitcher than that, sir. Ever' now and then I dream about holding my old man; bow'fus naked for just one night sleeping in his big arms. Damnation! And, to think – you lucky little shit – you get to have yore' old man anytime you feel like give'n it up to him." Dave just shook his head like that was about the best thing he'd ever heard. "'See that big man over yonder?" he asked pointing to the barn. "At's him – 'at's my old man over there next to the tractor talk'n to Mr. Bartlett. My dad be the biggun' with the silver-belly hat." Uncle Bud and I looked at Dave's dad, and he was an older copy of Dave only bigger – much bigger. Dave was big, but his dad was huge.

"I'm from the country, Mr. Cummings. Don't know much about manners and such. 'Specially about this sort of thing. Am I suppose to ask your permission to ask your handsome boy if he'd consider bunk'n it in with me this evening? I know I ain't much to look at, but I'd sure as Hell try'n make him a happy buckaroo for an evening. Howsomever, you jes' might wanna' be keep'n 'em for yourself and all. Wouldn't blame you none if'n you did. Maybe I stepped over the line, sir. If so, I shore' 'nuff apologize. I don't mean no harm, it's jis' 'cause I don't know no better," Dave said sincerely.

Big Bulldogger Dave won Uncle Bud's heart. I could see it in his face when he looked at me. At that very moment, from the wicked grin that spread across my Uncle's face like a road map of Texas, I knew I'd be bunk'n it in with the bulldogger. Uncle Bud liked Dave's honesty. You can't fault a man for being honest. Uncle Bud would've known in a minute if Dave was trying to bullshit him. Dave was honest, open, and painfully funny. Uncle Bud about fell off the picnic bench laughing. I gently squeezed big Dave's hand like it was okay with me, thinking, 'Cowboy, lead me to that damn chute and don't spare them spurs.'

"Well, I guess there ain't no real protocol, Dave, but I'd say you done just fine. That was manners enough for me, how 'bout you, Cowboy?" Uncle Bud asked if I agreed with him. I blushed and nodded, yes. Dave took my hand and put it on his rock hard cock. I felt it, felt it, and felt it again. 'Damn will it never end'? I thought to myself. Finally, I knew I was at the end when I could feel a wet spot, about two inches above his knee.

"What da' ya' say, Cowboy? Think that 'ud hurt cha'?"Dave asked with concern.

I smiled sweetly. "If there's a God, it jes' might," I tossed off dryly. Dave couldn't stop laughing, "However, Bulldogger," I continued, "compared to the size of my old man, here, I'd say you'd be moderately comfortable," I said and winked at Uncle Bud.

"Holy Moses, Mr. Cummings, you must have one Hell of a cock. What a' my saying? My old man's bigger'n me by a long shot?" Dave lamented.

'His dad's, bigger?' I thought to myself. I couldn't believe anybody could be bigger than Bulldogger Dave.

"You promise to bulldog me, and hold me down for a full eight seconds, Cowboy," I asked teasing him.

"Woooah dogies! You know it, Cowboy. I'd hold you down 'til the buffalo on the nickle shits," he replied. Uncle Bud was having a delightful time listening to me and Dave carry on. For such a huge man, Dave's innocence and exuberance for life was refreshing.

"Well, you can have him with my blessing, Cowboy, if'n he wants to bunk it in with you. You two may get a late start. You know how these men like to stay up and hear rodeo stories all night. Guess you guys could use our camper. Just make sure the side braces are on the ground, snug, and tight, so's the damn truck don't go a' rockin.' Everybody knows when two cowboys go into a camper together and it gets to rock'n like it's about to turn a corner on two wheels, they ain't in there playing Scrabble," Uncle Bud declared. It was Dave's turn to laugh. He had a full deep baritone laugh that made everyone stop and look including his old man.

"Come on out to the barn later or stay the night with each other in the camper. I'll get you up in the morning," volunteered Uncle Bud. Dave thanked Uncle Bud, but he explained his personal cabin was only about a mile away on horseback. His dad's property butted up against the Bartlett's ranch, and big Dave was top waddie for his dad's ranch. He'd borrow one of Mr. Bartlett's pony's, Cowboy could ride Madison, and they'd be there in fifteen minutes.

"It's two bedrooms, and a buckaroo room with bunk beds in it if'n you's a mind to ride out. Got me indoor plumbing with a nice shower out there. Gotta' warn ya,' my old man'll probably ride out there, too, and he snores like a hibernate'n Grizzly bear," Dave said and chuckled. He waved to his dad, and his old man started to slowly mosey over to the table. Dave introduced his dad, 'Barn,' to Uncle Bud and me. It seems Barn was short for Bernard. He was big as the side of a barn. We spent the afternoon together. Uncle Bud and I gave a couple demonstrations of team roping and scored one of our best times ever. After I dallied my rope and backed Madison, I looked up, and caught Dave's eye. He was sitting next to his dad on the corral fence.

I tipped my hat, winked at him, pointed my finger at him an pretended to shoot like like a gun. Then I blew the imaginary smoke away and holstered my gun. All the cowboys hooted and hollered because they'd seen him do the same thing to me earlier in the day. Poor Dave knew he'd been one-upped. He grinned real big, lowered his head, pulled the brim of his big hat down over his eyes, and blushed bright red. His old man leaned over, said something to him, roared with laughter, and whomped him on the back. Whatever he said caused Dave's ears and nose to turn bright red as the wet spot in his Wranglers got bigger. By that evening there couldn't have been a doubt in Barn's mind what was going on between me and his son.

The ranch folks served a light supper for all gathered and Dave and his dad sat with us. Dave sat as close to me as he could, but this time didn't stop pushing and playing with my leg with his the whole time. I loved it. He was hotter than a two dollar pistol and so was I. My ass began to imagine the feel of that big bulldogger dick firmly planted up my wazoo, and it started to drip involuntarily. Great! Now I had a wet spot in the back of my jeans to match the one in front that kept growing. So much for upholding the image of the American Cowboy. Just weren't my day for poster duty. Maybe for 'Depends.'

Uncle Bud and I got to know Dave's dad, Barn, pretty well that afternoon. He seemed giddy and happy for his boy he found someone, anyone, he was interested in. He didn't give a shit whether the person was male or female. He just wanted his boy to be happy. It was obvious they shared a close relationship. Barn was jovial, intelligent, personable, quick, and strong as an ox. He could tell some of the most outrageously funny stories. He kept us laughing all through supper. He had a serious side, too, and that revolved around his only child, Dave. Dave was the brightest light in the center of Barn's universe. As far as Barn was concerned any other bodies were simply in orbit around his son.

Barn was quick witted and between him and my uncle, Dave and I got razzed unmercifully. They kept us red faced all through supper. Dave never challenged his dad about anything, and went along with their razzing with good natured aplomb. Dave was crazy about his dad. Barn raised Dave by himself after his wife died in a car accident with her sister on the way to their mother's home. They formed a co-dependency that was caring, giving, and protective. Dave was first to defend his old man and his universe. They ran a huge ranch together with the help of hired hands. They ran mostly sheep, but had some cattle. Barn and my uncle discovered they'd been in the same area of Korea around the same time and knew some of the same people. Uncle Bud happened to mention his cousin Billy Gunn Jr. who was in Korea just ahead of him, and was shipped home before Uncle Bud.

"Billy Gunn from Mason, Texas?" asked Barn.

"That's were Cowboy and I are from. I'm sheriff of the county," Uncle Bud replied.

"Son of a bitch!" he exclaimed, "Old Billy and I were best buds. Damned if we didn't toss back a few. Old Gunn saved my ass one night. I owe that man my life. Never was a better man. How is he today?" Barn asked.

"Oh, he's fine. Has a handsome young son, whose a champion rodeo cowboy. Good looking kid, too," Uncle Bud winked at me. I kept eating my pie.

"You don't say. Well, I'll be damned. He ever get up this way?" Barn asked.

"Yeah. He's here now," Uncle Bud replied.

"Here? At the ranch?" Barn asked surprised.

"Yep. So close you could almost reach out and touch 'em," Uncle Bud was having a good time.

"Well, where the Hell is he?" Barn demanded thinking he was being set up.

"Show him your driver's license, Cowboy," Uncle Bud smiled at me. I pulled out my wallet, and handed my drivers license to Mr. Jarvis. He read it closely, looked at me, looked back at the license, and looked puzzled.

"Wait a minute, then you and Cowboy –?" Mr. Jarvis stopped.

"Billy's my nephew by marriage. He’s also my second cousin ‘cause Big Gunn and I are first cousins. People tell us we look so much alike they just assume we're father and son. We don't never bother to explain, 'cause it happens so much. We ain't sure they believe us when we tell 'em the truth. We don't lie. We just don't tell 'em no different," Uncle Bud explained.

"Son of a bitch. He don't look nothing like old Gunn. Gunn was a good looking man but his boy here – well, all I can't say, Son, is – you got the best of the family looks. Damn! Well, It's good to meet ya,' Billy. Billy Gunn. Now I remember hearing that name from rodeo people. I wondered at the time, but dismissed it. Well, I'll be damned!" He went on and on. Barn, made me stand up and give him a big hug, kissed me, and cried in my arms. He told us about my dad saving his life. I never knew my dad was a hero. I had new respect for my old man after that.

* * * * * * *
Sometimes the farm or ranch houses were large enough to offer us a room. Most times, if the families were staying over for another day, Uncle Bud and I took our bed roles and joined the rest of the men in the hay in the barn. Even the owner of the place and his sons weren't about to miss out on the rodeo stories, and would bring their bedrolls to join us. The house was left to the women folk. They'd stay up half the night swapping stories, too. The men wouldn't let us sleep. They wanted to swap rodeo stories all damn night.

My Uncle Bud could tell a story. I fell asleep many nights with my head in his lap listening to a story I heard him tell fifty times or more. Listening to his deep, masculine, baritone voice he'd enthrall the men for hours with his stories. The comforting sound of his voice would put me out like a light. I loved to hear his stories even in my sleep. They didn't think anything of our closeness. Hell, we looked just alike, and they just assumed we were father and son. Most times we didn't tell them no different. We spent some time listening to the men tell their rodeo stories, then Dave and I slipped out of the barn. He borrowed a pony from Mr. Bartlett, and I saddled up Madison.

We started riding out to Dave's place. It was one huge stretch of land you could see to the horizon. It was a full moon and the prairie was in summer bloom. It was a romantic time to be alive. We let the ponies walk along at their own pace as we talked softly. Dave reached over, took my hand and we rode the rest of the way holding hands. We were like Roy and Dale. No, no – scratch that – we were more like Hoss Cartwright and Little Joe. I wonder if Little Joe was ever smart enough to...? Awh, Hell, t'ain't none of my business if Little Joe was too damn dumb to realize what a treasure he had for a big brother. All I know is the Old Man took Dan Blocker way too soon to suit me.

We came upon Dave's cabin too soon. It was such a romantic ride I never wanted it to end; until, I got to thinking about the piece of man-meat on the cowboy holding my hand and calling me his 'Little Darlin.' Ain't never been called no man's 'Little Darlin' before, but old Bulldogger Dave could a' called me any damn thing he wanted and it would've sounded like music to my cowboy ears. Just the easy way it rolled off his tongue made me want to be Bulldogger Dave’s ‘Little Darlin.’ We arrived and Dave showed me to his room. It was clean but Spartan. Not a lot of creature comforts. It was a buckaroo's room.

Tack hung on the walls, extra spurs, a set of working chaps, an old scrub board, one large Blueware pot, a couple Indian blankets and a platted rug on the floor. A big rocking chair was in the corner. It was comfortable. It said, 'home.' Dave got me a beer, and I tried to choke it down. I pretty much decided I hate beer. He showed me to his shower, and I told him I'd be a while. I cleaned myself good and returned to find Bulldogger Dave lying across his bed buck ass naked with his boots on. He took one look at me and whistled low. "Son of a bitch! Christmas done come early this year. Thank ya' Jesus, and thank ya' Santa Claus." he smiled and held his huge arms open for me.

Somehow I knew I didn't need to feel shy around old Dave. From that moment on, Bulldogger Dave was in the saddle directing the show. I let him run with it. We kissed and made love on the bed until our cocks couldn't get much harder. Dave's cock, in all its glory, was a sight to behold. It had a look of promise about it that I knew would be fulfilling. It looked like it could be a round trip ticket to paradise. We were all over each other drinking in as much as we could. Suddenly Dave stopped breathless. "Sorry, Cowboy. Ain't never made love to nobody like this before, and I don't wanna' scare ya none.'"

"What are you talking about, Buckaroo? Y'ain't scaring me none. I was afraid I's scaring you. I's holding back," I said.

"Maybe I should shower and clean up," Dave said.

"You 'member how you threw that bull this morning?" I asked dryly.

"Yeah."

"Head for that shower, I'll flip you like that steer and break both yore' legs, Cowboy," I growled.

"I won't! I won't! I promise! Can I ask, why? I'm new to this, Cowboy. Help me out here," he said with a big grin.

"You smell wonderful the way you are. I can smell a full days worth of you, and it's an honest part of you. It's one of the most intoxicating smells I ever experienced, and I don't want you warsh'n none of it down the drain or cover'n it over with no perfumed soap," I explained in reply.

"Then why did you take such a long shower?" he asked.

"Uh, I cleaned my body were the sun don't shine, big Brother, so’s I'd be clean for my bulldoggin' cowboy to ride," I replied.

"You did that for me?" he asked like a little boy.

"Sure I done it for you and for my safety. 'Sides, it's just cleaner and healthier," I replied. We kissed gently again.

"You won't laugh at me, if'n I tell you something, Cowboy, will you?" he asked shyly.

"Lemme' guess. Y'ain't never been with nobody – ever?" I asked in reply.

"Yeah – 'at's right," he replied softly followed by a big sigh.

"Not to worry, Cowboy. You're gonna' do just fine. Ain't nothing to it. Hell, a year ago I didn't know nothing about sex. Never been with nobody before, neither. I begged my uncle to teach me about man sex. Told him I didn't think I was gonna' be interested in women so would he teach me to be a good partner for a man," I said honestly.

"You mean you and that handsome man – alone this last year together –?" Big Dave asked in awe.

"You got the whole pitcher in a small snapshot, Dave. I couldn't ask for no better teacher, so I know a little bit about what I'm doing. Don't know it all, but I shore' as Hell know enough to make damn sure we have a good time. Now, what say, let's us get on with the rodeo, Pod'na. You take this here tube and put some of this on my backdoor and oil the hinges," I laughed. Dave smiled.

"Oil your hinges?" he asked with a grin.

"You'll get the idea in a minute," I replied and grinned.

Big Dave did get the idea and got so hot stretching my ass I thought he was going to come. When I figured he'd opened me enough, I started making love to his big cock and he went crazy. When I cleaned under his foreskin I though he was going to fall off the damn bed he was writhing so much. Finally I decided he was ripe for picking. I got myself in mounting position and told him what to do. I reached down and grabbed me a big handful of each one of his ass cheeks and pulled him into me.

"Sink it, Dave! All the way! Y'ain't gonna' hurt me, none," I told him.

Dave did as instructed, and I was filled with his big handsome bulldogger cock. I told him to just let it soak for a few minutes. Damn was it filling. He felt mighty sweet inside of me. It felt like my second mouth just ate Thanksgiving dinner, and for Big Dave's largesse, I said a word of thanks. My ass argued very little with his big cowboy cock. 'Yes, sir' I thought to myself, 'Bulldogger Dave and I are gonna' have us a good time tonight.' I felt like a momma duck what just led her babies to water. They never been there before, they ain't too sure, but what the Hell – momma's in there swimming. Let's go guys! Wheee! Dave was my duckling. He just got his feet wet. The satisfied smile on his face said there was no holding him back. He sunk, now he was going to swim. Hallelujah! God done brung us a mee-rick-cul! He suddenly realized what else his penis was for besides pissing and pounding. Glory be! If it's done right, sex can be a religious experience. This cowboy's been known to fall on his knees and praise Jesus at the sight of a buckaroo's handsome penis.

"You're in the saddle, now, Cowboy. Give us a good ride. You need any help, or directions along the trail, just ask. Right now, Buckaroo, you couldn't feel no better if you tried. Woah! Gimme' a couple of good long deep strokes with that big thing. Nail my cowboy butt to your bunk, Ramrod. Yeah. 'At's it. 'At's it." I urged him on, reached up, and stole me a big-old kiss from him. He kissed me gently and deeply as he was really getting into fucking my butt but good.

"How would you like me to fuck you, Darlin'?" he asked shyly.

"Don't chu’worry about me, none, Bulldogger. Cowboy's here for your pleasure. I get mine by giving you yours. Take what you need and then take some more. If'n you want me to let you know when you're really doing something great, you got it. For right now, I'd say you's doing just fine for your first time out of the chute," I complimented him.

We must have fucked for two hours or more. Dave tried out every possible manner of fucking he could think of and then some I thought of. I told him what felt best to his partner, but insisted he was the fucker. He was in the drivers seat. Fuck your partner to get them really worked up so they, in turn, will give their best to you. Finally he decided we fucked long enough, and he wanted to come in my ass. I handed the reins over to him and told him to ride me to the barn. He understood that metaphor like a true cowboy. I put my ass up for him and met every stroke. He didn't have to hunt once for the best thrust he could get into my open, relaxed, ready to receive, buckaroo butt. I felt Dave near and he started yelling at the top of his voice.

"Oh, God, Cowboy! Oh, God! I'm about to come! Can't hold it no longer! I'm a' gonna' shoot in yore' sweet little ass, Darlin.' Aarrggghh – your bulldoggin' cowboy done went an' shot his load. Oh, shit! I can feel that, Baby! Your ass is trying to bite my old dick off. Damn that's the hottest thing I ever felt in my life. Oh, fuck! Sweet Jesus! I'm gonna' come again, Cowboy. Take it for me, Darlin!' Take my bulldogger cream up your sweet little butt. Oh, shit! Oh, damn!" We reached the grand climax for the evening. He was damn good for his first time out the chute. He won his spurs that night. I got my bulldogger's cherry and damned if it didn't feel good.

We got up and cleaned ourselves. I got him into the shower and pampered him. I bathed him, then we had sex a couple more times, I bathed him again, and toweled him dry. He wasn't used to having anyone do things for him but soon got into the spirit of compromise. We returned to his bed and each took a shot of rye whiskey. I knocked it back like I knew what I was doing, thought my head was going to explode, and my guts were gonna' burn up. He watched me and chuckled. His bed was right in front of a huge window which looked out onto the endless prairie. The window was open and the full moon lit the sea of wild flowers. The smell of the flowers along with his clean male body was wonderful. We lay together looking out the window making love and quietly talking. I could feel him getting hard again. He didn't say anything but the whiskey made me a bit randy. We tossed back another shot. He gave me a water back for a fire extinguisher.

"You wanna' shove that big gun back in its holster, Cowboy? Maybe lie on top and we'll look out the window?" I asked.

"You sure? Y'ain't sore or nothing, Darlin'?" he asked. He was so sweet and concerned.

"No, Trailboss. I'm a man. It snaps right back. Put some of that lube on you and crawl on. We'll try riding off into the moonlight together, but if you start whistling 'Happy Trails' you're a dead man," I said drolly. Big Dave roared with laughter. He lubed his monster and gently crawled on top of my back. I raised my ass so he could mount me easier and shoved back when I felt his entry. He made a noise.

"Ooofff! Damn! Oh, fuck! Shit! Hell! Piss!" he exclaimed.

"You done come again, didn't chu', Cowboy?" I asked and laughed. I heard a little boy giggle behind me and got a kiss stolen from me. "Just leave it in there. Let it soak. Feels good to have my buckaroo buddy inside me."

We lay there for the longest time talking. He got hard again almost immediately. I'd ask him to take a good, long stroke every now and then and he'd almost come on every one. He was one hot cowpoke. As we lay there talking, I looked out over the prairie and saw two men on horseback slowly coming over the horizon. "Uh, I think we's gonna' have company, Bulldogger," I said. He looked out and saw for himself.

"Aww – it's just my old man and your uncle. 'At's okay. Everything's cool. This afternoon was the first time in our lives my old man and I shared anything about sex. After he figured out I wanted you in the worst way he asked me if I'd think bad of him 'cause he wanted yore' uncle."

"Really? What ju' tell 'em?" I asked.

"I told him 'go for it, Dad. You got my blessing.' So I guess he either talked him into it, or they's just coming out here to bunk it in for the night." There was a brief silence between us. Then we exploded with laughter.

"Yeah, right!" I exclaimed sarcastically. Big Dave was laughing his ass off.

"You comfortable with us this way or..." I asked him.

"Oh, Hell, yes. I'm a grown man. I invite who I want to my bed. I told my dad that. I think he was a little relieved and pleased it was you I wanted. I told him I ain't never felt this way about no other person, and I didn't care what nasty names he wanted to call it, I was inviting you to my bed if'n you'd have me," Big Dave said.

"What'd he say?" I asked.

"Why would I say anything nasty about you loving someone. Son, I don't care if you love a man or a woman. All I want is for you to be happy and be my boy. That's all I ever wanted for you. Besides, I used to mess around with Cowboy's dad in Korea. There were some long cold winter nights over there. You needed a warm buddy to sleep with or you'd freeze to death," he said.

"Your dad and my dad?" I asked like I was stunned.

"S'what he said, and my dad don't lie. My old man's never once lied to me in my life," Big Dave swore.

"Well, I'll be damned – my dad – why, that randy old fart. I'll just bet him and Uncle Joe – naww. That'ud be too good," I said thinking out loud.

We heard them arrive. They took the horses to the barn and came back to the cabin. They tippy-toed to the other bedroom. All was quiet for a while. We heard the shower running. Then we heard soft talking and more quiet. More soft talking and more quite. Then we figured Dave's old man must have sunk his big buckaroo dick into my uncle. I never heard such wonderful gurgling, 'ooohs,' 'awws,' and cooing in my life. I though I was bad. Dave lay on top of me and we laughed so much we couldn't stop. We thought, for sure, they were going to gather twigs and start nesting. The two of them were shameless. Dave and I had ourselves one last butt-busting rodeo and called it a night. We had to be up early the next morning. We were staying one more night then heading on to the Anderson's ranch in Arizona. I wanted to see my buddy Jim Redfeather one more time. The next morning there were fleeting glances, covert smiles, and secret pats on the butt. A gentle touch, a soft endearment; however, nothing, absolutely nothing was said until Barn asked us to stay over one more night with him and Dave.

"This time, fuck the story telling. Let's go straight to the fuck'n rodeo," said old Barn. We all fell out laughing but agreed with him. It broke the ice and we had a delightful day and evening together. After a couple of nights in Bulldogger Dave's arms, I began to understand what Uncle Bud was trying to do for me. He wasn't pushing me away. He was introducing me to the world; a world that wasn't limited to him. This was what he wanted for me. It was hard for me to leave Dave. He wanted me to come back in the worst way. I knew I'd probably never see him again, but I hoped I would. I gave him a small present and told him to open it by himself when he got back to his cabin.

We rode back to the Bartlett's and the women had breakfast on the tables at sunrise with plenty of hot coffee. We started the day rodeoing and went all damn day until everyone was exhausted. Uncle Bud and I gave several exhibition roping demonstrations and got timed. They were wowed we were as consistently accurate as we were with our roping. They were all sure we'd come out on top in Ft. Worth. Many of the families traveled hundreds of mile to watch us in Ft. Worth, and we always got them together to party after each rodeo. They became family. We loved them, and they loved us. In a way, we represented them at the rodeo, and they cheered their hearts out for us.

* * * * * * *
We left amid sad goodbyes. I could tell Uncle Bud was really taken with old Barn. They shared a lot and became quite fond of each other. They got along just fine. Dave went back to his cabin and unwrapped my package. There was a card inside that read: For next time. You earned these, Cowboy. All my love, your buckaroo brother, Billy. Big Dave pushed back the tissue paper and found two sterling silver spurs. Each one had my name engraved on it as champion roper for that year at the Calgary Rodeo. Uncle Bud gave his to Barn. When we got out on the highway, Uncle Bud pulled a small envelope from his pocket and handed it to me. "Dave said to give this to you," Uncle Bud said and smiled.

I opened the package and there was a note and something wrapped and taped in tissue paper. The note read: I can't tell you what you already know. You got my heart in your pocket right now. Take care of it. Be good to it. Love it. Keep it close. Think about me and maybe bring it back someday. If not, it's yours to keep. After two nights with you in my arms, I don't need it no more. I love you, Cowboy. It was signed, Bulldogger Dave. P.S. This was my mother's. I want you to have it. May it protect you, keep you safe out of harm's way. Inside the tissue was a simple silver cross on a fine silver chain. It was beautiful in its simplicity. I sat there and bawled like a baby. Uncle Bud put his arm around me and comforted me. I noticed he had a couple of tears running down his handsome face.

* * * * * * *
We made a stop at the Grand Canyon and headed into Northern Arizona. We were at the Prescott fourth of July rodeo the previous year and stayed with a family we fell in love with, the Andersons. The Andersons had a huge spread just outside of Prescott and had a young Indian man working for them that summer named Jim Redfeather. I fell in love with him. He was the most handsome young Indian I ever met. He was a full blood Yavapie. The Yavapie, in my opinion, are one of the better looking tribes of the American Indians. I was really looking forward to seeing my Indian brother again. The first time we were there Jim and I were inseparable. We knew the minute Jim Redfeather and I laid eyes on each other we were soul mates. If Uncle Bud couldn't find me he'd come to the barn and yell up into the loft where Jim and I built a private nest with bails of hay and horse blankets.

"Hey, Cowboy – Jim – when you men get through come to the house, we need to wash up and get ready for dinner." Jim and I would giggle and clean up after sucking each other off. Then we'd report to Uncle Bud who always had a smirk on his knowing face. He knew what we'd been up to. He didn't care, he thought the world of Jim.

"You and Jim enjoying each other?" Jim and I looked at each other and smiled. We knew he knew.

"Yes, sir, Uncle Bud, Jim and me, we be buddies. Ain't we Jim?" I asked and nudged him with my elbow.

"The best, Mr. Cummings," Jim Redfeather replied with a big grin.

"Well, that's fine. You men get cleaned up for dinner, and don't be long, Mrs. Anderson gets upset if we're not all there for saying grace," Uncle Bud said.

"We'll be right there, Mr. Cummings," Jim said. We'd wash up, Jim and I would hug each other and be off to dinner.

I was crushed when I found out Jim wasn't at the Anderson Ranch anymore. He joined the Navy, went to corpsman school and was sent to Vietnam. We stayed several days with the Andersons. We rodeoed with everyone, but Uncle Bud knew I missed my buddy. I not only missed him, I was worried about him being over there where they were killing people. We left the Andersons, and I had a heavy heart knowing I might be over there soon. Uncle Bud and I did some sight seeing but towing the horses limited our travel. We had to think of their comfort. We headed back down toward Texas and Ft. Worth.

Uncle Bud wanted to see if an old army buddy of his still had his ranch at Glen Rose, Texas. Uncle Bud told me I'd love Glen Rose, because the river bed had big dinosaur tracks embedded in the limestone bottom. After asking directions to his friend's ranch, we arrived late in the afternoon and had to ford a small low water dam to climb the hill to his spread. On the main road turn off, there was a big sign pointing the way to the "Johnson Ranch ~ Rodeo Friendly," the sign on the gate read.

We pulled up out front of a huge rambling ranch house with beautifully kept grounds and barns, rodeo arena, pastures and even a pool for swimming horses. Uncle Bud called ahead, and they saw us coming. Two huge men came out of the front house with several servants after them to watch our arrival. The larger of the two men was a giant. He must have been just under seven feet tall and was strikingly good looking. The other man at his side was equally good looking in a dark Italian way and wore a funny looking studded leather collar around his neck. It looked like a collar a dog might wear. In a bizarre way it was hot looking. It made me dick get hard.

"Bud Cummings, you good looking sum' bitch – my cowboy," the giant man said, holding out his arms, and Uncle Bud didn't hesitate. He went into the giant's arms, and they kissed a passionate kiss right on the mouth.

"It's been too long, Walker, you old reprobate – and the love of my life, Xander." Uncle Bud grabbed the other man, and they kissed each other like they were old lovers. "Billy, get your ass up here and meet two of the finest men it's been my pleasure to know. Master Johnson, I'd like you to meet my nephew, Billy Gunn the third," Uncle Bud introduced me to the giant. The big man picked me up like I was a toy, hugged me, rested me on his massive chest and kissed me hard on the mouth. I didn't hold back. He was three times my size and could do any damn thing he wanted to me.

"This ain't Billy Gunn's kid?" Master Johnson asked Uncle Bud.

Uncle Bud nodded, "My nephew and second cousin." Uncle Bud told him.

The big man looked me in the eyes, smiled the warmest smile, then hugged me to him again. "Welcome, Son – welcome to our ranch and home," he said with quiet sincerity.

"Thank you, sir. It's a pleasure to be here. It's a beautiful place, and I'm please to meet you," I replied.

He turned his attention back to Uncle Bud while still holding me. "Damn, Bud!" he exclaimed, "He's the spittin' image of you when you's his age. Hell, he looks like you now," Master Walker allowed.

"We get that a lot lately, Walker. Wait'll I show you the picture of us on the PRCA magazine," Uncle Bud said.

"We done seen it. We take the magazine. S'matter of fact, Xander framed it, and it's sittin' on the kitchen counter. First time I looked at it I asked Xander which one was you. After he told me, I still weren't sure," he said and laughed.

"Billy this is Master Johnson's slave and all-round wonderful man, Xander," Uncle Bud introduced me to the ruggedly good looking man wearing the dog collar. Xander looked me in the eyes but then looked at his master for a cue. Master Johnson nodded and Xander threw his arms around me and hugged me. "Welcome to my master's home, Billy," he said politely.

"It's a pleasure to meet you gentlemen. My uncle told me a little about your ranch, and it looks beautiful," I said in awe.

"Why, thanks, Young Man. We'll take ya' on a tour later, if you like," Master Walker's slave replied.

"I'd like that very much, sir, and Mr. Zander I really like your collar. It's, well, it's very sexy," I said groping for words.

"Thanks, Son. It's my slave collar, and I'm proud to wear it. My master put it on me fifteen years ago when I first became his slave, and it’s rarely been off since," he replied.

"I'm trying to learn to become a slave to Uncle Bud, but I'm afraid I don't know everything yet. Maybe, you and I could talk later if you have time," I said.

"I'll make sure he does, Son," said Master Johnson.

"I'd enjoy that, Young Man," Xander said, "Your Uncle Bud's one Hell of a man. It would be an honor for any man to be his slave. I envy you. I know my master won't mind me telling you, 'cause he loves him as much as I do," Zander said quietly.

"Y'all come on in, now, ya' hear? Make yourselves to home," Master Johnson said and he snapped his fingers at a tall, mean looking, cowboy who just walked up. "Leon, would you please take their horses to the barn, feed 'em, rub 'em down and release 'em into the pasture. I'd appreciate it. Thanks, Son." Master Johnson spoke to the tall cowboy. Uncle Bud gave the lanky cowboy the keys to his truck, and he drove to the barn to unload Dolly and Madison. I could feel the mean looking cowboy undressing me in his mind. I smiled and nodded at him, but he quickly looked away like he didn't want me knowing what was on his mind.

I noticed there were eight or nine big motorcycles sitting around. Master Johnson led us into a huge brick room with a fireplace at the other end. There was a fire in the fireplace. Around the fireplace stood some of the best looking, mean ass, ornery looking bikers I'd ever seen, except one. He was coyote ugly; one step beyond butt ugly. Uncle Bud knew every damn one of them; including, the huge, burly, muscled-out, ugly, red bearded and 'stached, tattooed, bald-headed biker about my uncle's age or perhaps a little older. He was every bit as big as Master Walker but more massively built. He looked like an older Mack truck.

"Damn, Booger Red! Fuck!"Uncle Bud exclaimed upon seeing the big biker, "It's so great to see your ugly face again you're almost pretty to me. Its been too damn long, and I'm sorry for that. I offer my sincere apology. You know how I feel about you," Uncle Bud said and grabbed the big man. He kissed him hard and passionately. The big biker didn't hold back from Uncle Bud either. There were tears in their eyes when they finally broke it off.

"Well, fuck me in the butt, if'n you don't get prettier every damn time I see you, Bud! You look damn good, Kid, and to think, you're a lawman now, sheriff of your county. You've come a long way, Son – I'm proud of you," he said. He hugged Uncle Bud again, patted him on the back, and looked at me over Uncle Bud's back, "This, here, handsome young cowboy's gotta' be yore' son. Hell, he looks like your double. Damn good looking kid, Bud. Almost stopped my old heart for a minute," he declared. All the hyper-masculine men agreed.

"Wish't ta' Hell I could claim he is my boy, Red, but he ain't. He's my nephew. Remember my cousin Billy Gunn Jr. who was in our division?" he asked. Everyone nodded. "Well, you're look'n at Billy Gunn the third, my nephew and second cousin."

"Nooo!" the men exclaimed in unison. "But, he looks just like you, Bud. He don't look nothing like Big Gunn," said a big tall handsome biker.

"Sam Jenkins – I should have known you'd be here." Uncle Bud grabbed him, hugged, and kissed him as well and went down the line with the other six who were there. He knew them all.

"Well, don't be shy, Son,” Growled the big ugly biker in a booming bass voice, “Get chore' handsome buckaroo butt over here and give old Booger Red a cowboy hug and a big wet sloppy buckaroo kiss with a large order of tongue on the side. If somebody pretty as you kisses this ugly old man I just might stop catching flies with my tongue," he declared.

Everyone laughed, and I went to him. He was ugly, no doubt. He gave the term 'mud fence' new dimensions and he didn't get a bit prettier close up; however – ‘circle the wagons, men.’ I thought to myself. There was something about the rest of him that defied description. I knew it the minute I laid eyes on him. God help me! Between the shoulders of this big, untamed, raw, hyper-masculine male animal was a face that would stop a runaway diesel train pulling three hundred cars at half a mile, but the rest of him screamed sexual beast. Do not feed! Do not come within five feet of the bars of his cage! He had the raw sexual draw of a Minotaur. He dripped alpha-male sexuality. I could smell his masculinity ten feet away like a night flying moth to a rare jungle orchid in the deepest rain forest.

Booger Red had a hyper-masculine personality to boot and a mystery about him I was drawn to like a compass to true North. He had a deep, guttural, bass voice that growled out his words in a gruff manner, even when he was trying to be nice. I let him pull me into his big tattooed arms and surround me with them. They were a perfectly comfortable fit as if they were specially made for my cowboy body. His arms made me feel more than comfortable, I felt at home. He wouldn't be rushed. He felt me give him full control as I shoved my trust into his soul like a vampire slayer with a wooden stake. I looked him in the eye with an honest appraisal that said, 'What the fuck? You ain't no monster! I ain't afraid of you, but you're afraid of me. Don't be old man, you're here to claim me for your own, to have and to hold, to love and cherish from this day forth, and forever more. It may be the sin of unforgivable sins, but I'm here to worship at your feet.'

Booger Red hugged me, and we kissed. I wasn't going to hold back from him, either. I kissed the ugly old man right on the mouth and he returned it with a message in his kiss that said, 'You're mine, Boy! Don't never forget it! You ain't got no choice in the matter! You don't want a choice anyway. You want me to make the choice for you, for us. I'm the only man here who can give you what you want, what you need, and what you crave in your gut.

You need a master to serve. A strong uncompromising master who can and will control you. You need to be made into a good slave. A slave any master would be proud to own and have walk by his side. I wasn't in the market for a slave. I didn't need a slave until you walked into the room. Now, I'm not only in the market; I'm buying. I just made the choice for us, Son. You will be my slave. I will be your master until death.'

All of this was transferred in a brief period of a hug and a hot kiss without a word being spoken. I accepted his dominance. I was ready to be his slave for life. He smelled wonderful. He smelled like a man. He smelled clean, masculine, of leather, and a faint hint of an after shave that made me not want to let him go. I didn't let him go. I just wanted to continue drinking in the moment and him into my soul like a man lost in the desert on a horse with no name.

As he continued to kiss me I began to go limp in his big arms, but he held me tight so the other men wouldn't see me submitting to his strength. I told him through my kiss, 'You are my master, I trust you to make the choice for us; with you, I need no choice. I don't want a choice. You, are my master; therefore, you become my choice.' He knew what he was doing. Everyone else in the crowd was waiting for a hug and a kiss. They started kidding and hollering at us to break. "Will somebody get a bucket of cold water for Christ sake? Walker?" one yelled at Master Walker.

"Hey, Red! Don't Bogart the Kid – pass 'em around. You're our brother, ain't cha'?" Another good looking biker asked.

Red gently tapered off his strong kiss. He knew I accepted his decision. There was no doubt in our minds, I was his. He let me know it was all right, he was in control, not to fear him, and he would take good care of me. I moved back a few inches to look into his eyes. They were the deepest green eyes I ever saw on a man and there was nothing ugly about his eyes. I looked at his face, and there was nothing ugly about his face. He was a man, a rugged, hard living, battle scared, hyper-masculine man. We stood looking into each other's eyes and as quietly as possible I spoke, "Damned if it didn't work!" I exclaimed softly.

"What's 'at, Son?" Booger Red asked bemused.

"My kiss changed you from a handsome prince into a magnificent beast; a beast worthy to be called 'master.'" I said from the bottom of my heart. There was a hush fell over the room which carried the pall of death. I leaned into him closely, kissed him behind the ear and whispered so the others couldn't hear, "It's your right to claim me, my master. I'm yours and no others. I know you understand. Thank you, sir," I said with all the love in my heart.

Red pulled away and held me at arms length with water in his eyes. He again hugged me to him and spoke softly, "You're welcome, my handsome young slave. It's the right choice for us, Son," he replied. He kissed me on the cheek and let me go. I made the rounds of the other men and did my polite hugs and kisses under the approving eye of Uncle Bud, all the time thinking of the big ugly man who called me his slave. He knew exactly what I wanted and what I needed to hear from him. Uncle Bud was surprised I didn't return to his side. I went back and stood by Booger Red.

Uncle Bud came to join us with a raised eyebrow." Is Billy your slave, Bud?" one of the men asked candidly.

"We've talked about it. I allow him to call me 'master' but I can't bring myself to call Billy, my slave. I love him like he's my own son. He's more than that, he's my rodeo partner and a damn good one, too. He's my 'fucking' buddy so I told him he'll just have to settle for me calling him, my 'cowboy.'"

"To the Cowboy!" one of the bikers exclaimed as he held up his drink.

"To Bud's Cowboy!" they all toasted me and Uncle Bud.

"Walker tells us you're rated number two team ropers in the nation, is that right?" the biker named Sam asked.

"As of our last rodeo in Calgary about a week ago," replied Uncle Bud as he put his arm around me and kissed me on the cheek. I blushed, and all the bikers made an "Aaawww" sound and laughed with Uncle Bud at my shyness.

"Don't feel shy around these assholes, Son," Master Johnson said, "They's all either had your uncle's big cock shoved in one a' their holes or wished they had," he said and grinned wickedly. Every man's hand went up and several winked at me. It was Uncle Bud's turn to blush.

The men made me feel comfortable even as mean and ornery as they looked. They included me in everything like I was one of them. We had dinner with the bikers, Master Johnson, and Xander. Booger Red sat directly across from me. It was difficult for me not to look at him. It was bad enough my dick stayed hard the entire time I was trying to eat, but every time he joined the conversation, his deep gravelly voice would make my old prick drool more pre-come in my jeans.

I needed to go to the head. I was embarrassed because I knew they'd see the wet spot at my crotch. I tried to hold my napkin in front of me to cover. I saw Booger smile knowingly but didn't look directly at me to save me further embarrassment. For that, I was grateful. I was reading the man's mind, and he was reading mine. How was that possible? We hardly knew each other, and yet...

I took a hair dryer I found in the head and dried the spot. Then I made a pad out of toilet paper I wrapped around my hand and placed it in my Wranglers to absorb my drool. I returned to the table. Red looked at my crotch and then looked me in the eyes and winked. Several of the men saw our exchange, and I blushed like a school boy. Several went 'aaawww' and Booger leaned across the table and spoke softly, "Ignore them, Son," his said. I smiled at him and knew he was being comforting yet serious. His eyes told me he was the only one at the table I should be concerned with, and so he was. He was the only man who mattered.

A couple of the men were drop dead, good looking, masculine men. They were more than just a little attractive and were definitely interested in me. One of them in particular was named Harley Boone. He'd been a cowboy on the circuit. He did some roping and bulldogged steers. He wasn't as old as my uncle and Booger Red. I'd guess him to be in his middle to late twenties. He was a damn good looking man. Bet he made one Hell of a hot buckaroo. When he kissed me I felt his dick grow in his Wranglers, and it was impressive. He was a bigger man than my uncle but not near as big as Red.

Harley had the chiseled features of a comic book hero. I heard later he was mostly a straight man but would jump at the chance to have his dick sucked or sink it into a fine piece of boy butt. I didn't care, there was only one man in the room as far as I was concerned. None of them had the animal magnetism the big heavily tattooed biker held for me. None had the intoxicating smell of male pheromones Booger Red exuded. He was in a class by himself, and I was ready to attend school .

It was an enjoyable evening. After dinner Uncle Bud and I wanted to check on Dolly and Madison, so the men accompanied us to the barn. On the way, two horses started running up to us out of the dark pasture. It was Dolly and Madison. They put their heads over the fence for us to pet them and talk to them. They knew we'd come to check on them. They were having a ball. It was a warm summer night, and Uncle Bud decided to leave them out. They'd go into the stalls if they got chilled or tired of grazing.

While we were walking to the barn, I didn't stare, but I noticed several of the bikers were wearing leather pants with the strangest pouch protruding from the crotch. The big ugly man named Booger had one of the largest pouches. I didn't ask about them but they fascinated me, and I thought they were the biggest turn on since I jacked off over Guy Madison at the movies.

We returned to the big house, and the men headed for the big spa attached to Master Johnson's pool. They weren't bashful men and clothes were flying everywhere. There was a lot of good natured talk and razzing. The water smelled of rotten eggs. We were told it was from the natural sulfur water in the ground. It was suppose to be therapeutic and have healing properties. It made one want to gag at first but I quickly got used to it.

The bikers and Master Johnson were shucking off their clothes. Uncle Bud started taking his off and motioned for me to do the same. I was a little shy but thought, 'What the fuck, I'm with my master, the love of my life, I'll do as he tells me.' We walked to the spa side by side. The other men were already in the bubbling water.

"Stop right there!" Master Johnson commanded. Uncle Bud and I stopped.

"Look at that, will you, Guys. They look enough a like to be twins down to their cocks. I can't believe it. Now, get in you two. Billy you sit next to me so's I can make sure none of these horn dogs gets gropee-feelee with you and scares you to death. Bud, you're on your on," the big rancher laughed and put his arm around me. I felt a closeness to him. He was not only wealthy, Walker Johnson was a good hearted, gregarious, and generous man.

Everyone was drinking beer. I was trying to choke one down. I really hated the taste of beer. Uncle Bud's piss tasted better. I handed him my empty can when he was going to get more beer for several people. He came back, handed the other men their beers, got into the pool and gave me mine. It was warm. Thank ya' Jesus! He read my mind, went into the small pool restroom and filled my can. I didn't hesitate and took a big-old swig. It was good, warm, and tasted like him. It was much better than the shit they were drinking. The other men were none the wiser.

I leaned over to him and kissed him behind the ear. "You read your slave's mind, Master. Thank you, I appreciate it," I said so only he could hear.

He put his arm around me and brushed his bushy mustache behind my ear, kissed me, and spoke softly, "Thought you might enjoy it more than the beer, my good slave-boy. I felt sorry for you watching you gag that first one down." Uncle Bud chuckled. He whispered the strangest thing to me, "It's good practice for you. If you should become Booger's slave and you're out drinking with him, that's what you'll drink all evening. He'll buy two beers, one for you, one for him, but you won't be allowed to drink yours. When he gets through with his, he'll go to the head and come back with a full bottle and switch with you. Then you can drink all you want," he said. I didn't know if he was trying to scare me but it had the direct opposite effect. I got roaring hard just thinking about drinking the big ugly man's piss and it made my asshole forget its pucker.

I was beginning to feel good from the two beers I managed to choke down, so Uncle Bud's recycled beer was a welcome treat. Uncle Bud managed to trip my fantasy switch, and I kept glancing at the ugly biker wondering how his piss might taste. I told myself I bet it would be like him, strong, masculine, and flavorful. The difference between Coors and Budweiser. I tried to look at the other men but my eyes kept returning to the ugly bald-headed red-bearded man they called Booger like a carriage return on an old manual typewriter. I was beginning to feel bad because I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. He knew it, too, and would turn his head and smile.

Damn, he was ugly, but he was ugly like a big beast might be ferocious. The more he talked the more I wanted him and was drawn to him. I wanted to be held by him. I wanted to feel his big arms around me. I wanted to be petted by him. I wanted him to steal kisses from me and say the most dirty sexual things to me about what he might do to me. I wanted to hear him whisper to me I was his slave, he was my master, I was his his alone and no others. I don't know why? There was just some animal magnetism he had that flipped my fucking switch in a big way. I thought his tattoos were wonderful and added to his mystery. I sat thinking how great it would be to have a private viewing to lick the beginning and end of each one. To get to know them, personally, on a first name basis.

It wasn't only the tattoos. It wasn't just one thing. It was his complete package. Booger Red wasn't hideously ugly. He wasn't misshapen. After you were around him for a while, he didn't seem ugly at all. He got better looking as the evening wore on – not a Hell of a lot better, but more than just tolerable. Red looked like a man. He looked like a man who lived his life fast and hard and wore his ugliness with pride, almost, as a badge of honor. He joked about his looks, but I knew underneath, the man had no problem looking in the mirror every morning. He may have been uglier than two toads fucking, but he knew his worth. There was a certain strength in his personality that grabbed me by my gonads and wouldn't let go. If my dick wasn't under water it would've been dripping. Well – it was underwater – aaww, shit – you know what I mean.

Red was big and obviously kept his body in top physical condition; not a bit of fat on him; he had huge muscular development in his upper body and his legs. He was massively built. He had a huge chest development with pectoral muscles so big they were almost grotesque. I wondered what it would be like to suck on his big brown nipples and feel those big muscles with my hands? Did he remember our exchange earlier that evening?

I was young, idealized, and romantic. I wanted to believe what passed between us was real. Sure glad the pool was dark and there were lots of bubbles. Red didn't forget our exchange for a minute. He was watching me carefully, but he was much better at the game than I was. There was no doubt in his mind I was going to be his slave for the evening. There was none in Uncle Bud's mind either. He later told me it would've been like trying to contain a supernova.

Uncle Bud leaned over to brush his bushy mustache behind my ear like he did thousands of times in a gesture of affection. "Why don't you go over there and sit in his lap if you want to, Son? I'm sure that ugly old man would love to hold you for a while. Want me to ask him for you?" my master asked.

"You sure you wouldn't mind, Master?" I asked quietly.

"We talked about this before. Was I wrong to let you be with Jim Redfeather? Was I wrong about giving you to Bulldogger Dave? I know who your heart belongs to, Cowboy. Ain't no doubt in my mind," he said quietly. I kissed my master long and deep. The bikers again went "aaaww."

"Okay with you, Master Red, if'n my cowboy comes over there and sits in yore' lap for a spell?" Uncle Bud asked.

"Are you kidding? That piece of heaven in this old man's lap? It would be a pleasure; but don't come over here, Son, less'n I can play with you, pet you a little, and steal all yore' cowboy kisses," he growled at me, trying to sound non-threatening but stern. I laughed and moved over to his big lap. He spread his legs so I could sit on the bench between them. I felt his big cock sticking up and to the side of my back. He put his massive arms around me and pulled me tight to his chest and bussed a kiss behind my ear. I think it was the most comfortable I ever felt in a man's arms. I relaxed and melted into him. I was home. He knew, he understood, and smiled at me knowingly.

"Damn, you feel good, Cowboy. If you ever need a good master, you look up old Booger Red, and he'll be downright proud to call you his cowboy. I'd never call you my slave, neither, less'n y'ont me to. Your uncle's got it right. He's a lucky man, Son. So are you, Cowboy, to have a fine man like your Uncle Bud by your side. Any man in this spa would be honored and proud to have that man walk by his side."

"Hear! Hear!" they all agreed. Booger locked his massive legs in front of mine, and I was virtually locked in the grip of his arms and legs. I couldn't get away if I wanted to. I didn't want to. I felt as safe in his arms as I did my Uncle Bud's. I turned around, found his mouth, and kissed him gently. He returned my kiss with all the tenderness of a saint. The men went "aaaww" again.

"Eat your hearts out, you sum' bitches," he growled at the others in his deep gravelly voice, "he wanted to sit in old ugly's lap, and not yours," he said. Booger Red was rubbing it in with the other fine looking men.

"Why's that, Cowboy?" Master Sam asked me laughing.

"I don't know, Master Sam, he just feels right; like a comfortable pair of old boots; like his arms were made for me. I feel like I belong, here, in Master Red's arms," I said sincerely. They all roared with laughter at my answer. I felt Booger 'stach and beard as he kissed me behind my ear in agreement.

"That's the best answer you could have given me, Cowboy. That's what attraction between two men is like when it's honest. It just fucking feels right. You don't need no other explanation, right guys?" Master Sam asked the other men.

"He's right, Cowboy," they agreed with Master Sam.

"Bright young man," Master Sam allowed.

Booger grabbed hold of my cock and balls and held them in his big hands. He didn't squeeze them or massage them, he just held them like they were his, and he was protecting his property. It made my dick start to grow, he felt it, smiled at me, and once again he kissed me behind the ear. He sat his beer on the side off the pool and grabbed mine to shake it to see if I needed another. He felt it was warm, and I could tell by the look on his face he knew why. He didn't even register a surprised look so's not to give my secret away to the other men. "You ain't ready for another one yet. I ain't either. I'll wait for you," he said as if he hadn't noticed anything odd to save me embarrassment, but he knew what was in the can.

I leaned back to nuzzle his beard and whispered to him, "Thanks, Master Red, I owe you," I said so only he could hear.

"You don't owe me nothing, Son. It's the least I can do for my handsome young slave. Bud's?" He asked pointing to the beer can in my hand.

"Yes, sir," I replied.

"Share it with your master, Son?" Booger Red asked me quietly.

'Share it with my master?' I thought. My master told me never to question a master.

"Happy to, sir," I immediately replied. Master Red took my can from me. Uncle Bud was watching closely as Booger handed me his beer in exchange.

"Gentlemen – once again to Bud and his Cowboy," Booger said and raised his can. They raised their cans in toast. Red looked directly in Uncle Bud's eyes and downed about half a can of my uncle's piss. He looked over at Uncle Bud, winked, wiped his mouth across his big arm and let out a sigh of contentment. "Damn, I love that stuff. Some nights it just tastes better'n other nights," Booger said and smacked his lips.

Uncle Bud got a shit eating grin on his face and spoke quietly to Master Red. "I'll always love you, old man," he said quietly.

The other guys had no idea what was going on, and I finished Booger's beer. Booger got up to make a run and whispered, “Do you want a Lone Star, Pearl, Jax or an old home-brew called 'Booger Beer?'"

"I'll let my master decide for me, sir," I replied.

"You mean your uncle? he asked. I just shook my head 'no' and smiled at him. He understood immediately. His face lit up like an ambulance on call.

"Don't mind me, Son. Forgive me, it takes old Booger a minute to get up to speed. Aside from being one of the most handsome cowboys it's been my pleasure to hold, you also have discriminating taste, Youngster. Yore' master will be back in a minute," he said. I watched Red disappear into the pool head with a can. He brought back more beer for several of the guys. He set his and mine down on the cement. He got back into the pool and surrounded me again with his body and presence. He gently handed me my 'Booger Beer.' I couldn't wait to taste it. My cock was roaring hard. We clicked cans and he whispered, "Hope you enjoy it, Son. I brewed it specially for you," he said tenderly.

I turned my head, found his mouth, kissed him gently again, and whispered, "Thank you, Master. If it's from your body, I know I'll enjoy it." I took a big swig from the warm can. It was strong and flavorful, but it tasted like I expected the big man to taste. It was heavier and more robust than Uncle Bud's piss. One taste confirmed my earlier suspicion of how it might taste. It was exactly like the difference between a Coors and a Budweiser. I was pleased and satisfied. I even took two more big gulps.

"How is it, Sweet Slave-boy?" Booger asked softly nuzzling me behind my ear. He was holding my cock and balls again. My dick never relaxed the whole time I was in Red's lap. I got a roaring hard-on from his hands, his piss, and calling me his slave.

"Feel that thing in your hand, Master?" I asked.

"Yeah, Son, is that for the beer?" he asked in reply.

"And calling me your slave, sir," I added.

"I'm proud to call you my slave, Son," Master Red said and bussed another kiss behind my ear.

Uncle Bud was watching us and trying to hear what we were talking about. I smiled and saluted him with my beer. He leaned over as if to say something and put his beer on the deck beside us. He whispered in my ear, "Trade ya' beers, Cowboy," he said. I didn't question my master but placed my beer beside his on the cement then put both my hands up behind Booger's head and pulled him down and forward for a good kiss. All the guys were going, "aaaww" but we were blocking their view from what my Uncle Bud was doing.

When we stopped the can that was left was cold. Damn – that was almost a full can of Booger Beer, too. Red saw the whole thing, smiled, and leaned over to me. "You done the right thing, Billy. If yore' master asked you to do it, don't never question him. A good master will never ask you to do something what will place his treasure in harm's way," he said like a true master.

"Would you mind making me some more Booger Beer later on, Master?" I asked him.

"Be my pleasure, Son. All you think you can hold, Youngster. I'll give you the keys to the damn brewery. You don't know how proud you make me feel enjoying my beer."

I watched Uncle Bud drink Booger's piss like it was the best thing he ever tasted. Walker was no dummy and caught on quick to what was going on, smiled at Booger, winked at me, and shook his head. He made another toast. "To unions and reunions, old loves and new," he proclaimed. Everyone seemed to know what he was talking about but me. I didn't ask, I was too busy wallowing in the comfort and security of Booger's big, wonderful arms.

I watched Uncle Bud down his Booger Beer and hold the can up to get the last drop on his tongue. "You're right, Booger. It's damn good stuff. Ain't never tasted me none better," Uncle Bud got up to make another run for beer. I finished Uncle Bud's beer, and I swear Booger's Beer was better tasting. I wasn't getting to drink the good stuff and all the beer I was drinking was making me tipsy. Uncle Bud returned to the pool, passed out the beers and popped his open. He looked across at Booger and me and smiled.

"Ain't never stopped loving you, Cowboy," Red said quietly to Uncle Bud. I saw a tear run down Uncle Bud's cheek. What was going on here? I didn't care, I was in my magnificent beast's arms and had just enough to drink. I had a rosy glow about me and nothing bad could touch me at that moment.

I managed to choke the rest of Uncle Bud's real beer down and handed my can to Red. "Please, Master! No more cold beer. I'm afraid I'm a light-weight went it comes to alcohol. That other brand from your brewery tasted mighty fine, sir," I pleaded. Booger Red finished his and went for another run. Once again I saw him disappear into the pool head with an empty can and come out with a full one. He got back to the pool and handed me mine and set his on the cement.

Once again, I thanked God and Booger the can was warm. I took two big swigs of it right away. It was Booger's. Uncle Bud smiled knowingly at me, and I threw my head back and drank about half the can. My old dick was rock hard in Booger's hand. His was, too, underneath me. When Red got back into the pool, I stood so he could take his place behind me. When I sat down, Red was holding his cock straight out and flat on the bench. I sat on it and wedged it between my ass cheeks.

He was so big his cock stuck out several inches past my balls. I could reach down and play with the enormous head and foreskin of his dick. He tried not to show it, but it was driving him crazy. The pool was dark and deep enough you couldn't see much below the water line. Red's dick was so hard and inviting I couldn't resist. I cleaned myself earlier in the evening in case of an emergency. I managed to scoot a little forward and leaned over to whisper something to Uncle Bud. It was like Master Red could read my mind and positioned his rock hard manhood squarely at my back door. In one fluid movement I sat back and pushed myself to the base of Master Red's sizable cock. Once again he locked me into his arms and locked his big legs around my front. He bussed another kiss behind my ear.

"Damned if you ain't a cowboy, Son. Your uncle named you well. Only a real cowboy could mount a man like that. Ain't been mounted like that in many a year. You don't know how good you feel, Cowboy. You comfortable to let it soak in there for a while?" he asked quietly while stealing more kisses.

"Hell, yes, Master. I'd be proud to have it soak in there all evening. You feel so damn good. You filled me up, like a master should," I complimented him.

"How'd you like to drink some Booger Beer straight from the tap, Youngster?" he asked quietly. I knew what he meant and smiled at him.

"I'd be downright proud and honored, Master," I replied.

"Would you like old Booger Red to take you to his bed this evening, Cowboy? Us men could bunk it in together, with your master's permission, of course. Maybe we could do a little more than soak my old cayuse," the big man whispered in my ear.

"I've only been with two other men, sir, 'cep'n my Uncle Bud. I don't know if it'd be proper leaving my Uncle alone tonight. I'd be honored and proud to share your bunk, Master Red, if'n my uncle says it's all right. I'd do my damnedest to please you, sir. Why don't you ask him if you wish, can't do no harm to ask?" I asked him quietly, "I know I'd enjoy some more of yore' excellent quality beer," I said. He kissed me behind my ear again and laughed gently.

"I have no doubt you'd please me, Cowboy. I'd do my damnedest to please you, too."

Master Red reached over under the water to the good looking biker sitting next to us named Harley, took his hand and moved it between Red's crotch and my butt. The big man just kept drinking his beer like nothing was happening. I could feel his fingers exploring my ass and he felt me sitting on Master Red's cock all the way to the base. I pushed back as hard as I could and took the last inch and a half. It trapped Harley's hand between my ass and Master Red's lower abdomen. Harley turned to me and winked then leaned over to Red's ear. "Now that's fucking hot! Red, I always said you's the luckiest bastard to walk this Earth. Wish't ta' Hell that was my cock that good looking cowboy was perched on. How's it feel, Old Man?" he asked Red softly.

"Like I done parted the gates to the kingdom of heaven," Booger replied smiling sweetly.

"How's 'at big ugly man's dick feel in there, Cowboy?" Harley asked softly in my ear.

"Well, Master Harley, it don't feel ugly a' tall. In fact, it feels so good I wouldn't give a damn what it was attached to. I can tell you this much without looking, I'm sure it belongs to a magnificent beast," I winked at Harley. He and Red broke up laughing.

"You know what, Son? I ain't real sure about the beast part, but I assure you, the man attached to that big thing up yore' ass is truly a prince among men. He's bailed me out of any number of tight spots and never asked a damn thing of me but my respect, loyalty, and friendship. There ain't no other biker I'd rather have covering my back in a fight than that man. I'm proud to call him my friend. If any man deserves your love and attention it would be Booger Red. Give him your best, honor him, treat him with respect, and you'll have the best master you could ever hope for, Cowboy," Harley said. Uncle Bud heard the last of what Master Harley said and nodded his head in agreement.

Harley Boone reached over, grabbed my hand and placed it on his rock hard dick. He smiled at me and Red. "See what you done to me, Cowboy? Ain't you ashamed of yourself?" he asked, looked at me and Red, and winked. We laughed and the others were wondering what we found so funny. Time passed and some of the men paired off. I got the feeling Uncle Bud wanted to go with Master Johnson and Xander, but he didn't say anything. Finally the five of us were alone in the spa. I could tell Booger was getting close to his question. "Think you could you give up your handsome cowboy for one evening, Bud?" he asked.

"I could if he wanted to spend the night in your arms, Red. How 'bout it, Cowboy? Think you could please that big biker?" my master asked.

"I'd sure as Hell try, Master Bud, but I won't if you're gonna' be alone," I replied.

"He won't be alone, Son, I guarantee you that," Master Johnson said, "My slave's ass is just a' twitching to have that hot cowboy cock of your uncle's up his butt, and I never get tired of watching your master fuck my slave. So don't chu’ worry none about it, if you'd like to pleasure big Red. He may be as homely as homemade soap but he sure knows how to take care of a young cowboy right nice and give him what he needs. Go with our blessing, Son."

I turned and gently kissed Red again. He held me in his big arms, returned my kiss to let me know he was my master for the evening, and I was his slave. I clamped my ass down on his big dick as we kissed to let him know how good he felt. He managed to shove a little more into me in response. "Come then, Cowboy. Come with old Booger, and he'll be proud to give you what you need this evening," Master Red growled at me in his deep guttural voice. I moved forward and let him slip out of me. He stood up and grabbed my hand to help me from the pool. I got a good look at his manhood. Damn, he was bigger and fatter than my uncle and his penis had a big head on it. Master Red's cock was damn comfortable inside me, it felt like it belonged in my ass. I felt empty without him inside of me. Red was like me and Uncle Bud, he wasn't circumcised.

"Mind Master Red, Cowboy. Remember, you're his slave for tonight. Be as good to him as you've been to me all year and you'll do fine, Son. Make me proud of you. Oh, and by the way, Cowboy, of all the men here tonight, you couldn't have picked better. You not only chose well, Son, you got the best." Uncle Bud allowed.

"I'll obey Master Red, Uncle Bud, and I promise I'll make you proud of me," I said. He kissed me good night; so did Master Johnson and Xander. I had a big-old hard-on getting out of the spa thinking about going with the big strange man. Booger wasn't strange. He was like going with a wild animal, or a beast. He really turned me on. I grabbed a towel and toweled him dry. He seemed surprised at my attentiveness. He certainly wasn't shy with me and had no problem with me exploring his body as I toweled him. In fact his old cock started getting hard from my attention. He laughed as our eyes met, and I smiled at him getting erect.

"I'm not used to having a handsome young cowboy cater to me, Son, and I'm afraid my old dick has a mind of its own. It's trying to tell you what my heart might be shy about. It thinks you're the prettiest damn thing it's seen in a long time. It ain't felt that warm and comfortable in a slave's ass in a long time. My old cock felt at home up your fine cowboy butt," he allowed. He pulled me to his big nude body and kissed me gently. I was his. I would have done anything for that old man and would let him do anything to me.

Circus act? High wire? No? High trapeze then? Make it so, bring it on. The highest rigging you got. The great Buckaroo Billy will work without a net tonight. A truly great flyer don't need no lousy fuck'n net. One, two, three – hup! Meanwhile, me, here, on the ground – you in mid-air. I helped Red on with his leather pants and big, heavy biker boots. Damn, they were handsome and made him look all the more tasty.

Booger put his big arm around me and walked me to our truck so I could get my small bag to take to his room. I contained the things I needed to clean myself. We walked to the kitchen, he grabbed a six pack of beer and a bucket of ice. Master Johnson's slave left several out for anyone who wanted ice in his room. I didn't want any more beer, but he looked like a man who enjoyed his. I sure wouldn't mind some more, Booger Beer. We went to his room, and I excused myself to use his shower. I cleaned myself good and came back into the room with just a towel around me.

"Drop the towel, Cowboy. Lemme' me look at chu'," he demanded. I smiled and did as ordered. He still had his big boots on and leather pants with the pouch in the front. They were made especially to hold his cock and balls. I never saw a pair of pants like that before, but they fascinated me they were so sexy.

"Master can I please have another Booger Beer, sir," I asked politely.

"You want a can or straight from the tap, Son?" he asked.

"I'll let my master decide for me, sir. I trust him to make the best choice for his slave," I replied.

"He will, indeed, Son. I 've decided you should have another can, we'll talk for a while, get to know each other a little better, when I build up a big head, I'll give you the honor of taking your beer straight from the tap," he declared in his gravelly voice. He drank the rest of his beer, stood up, undid his cod piece and let his big cock fall out into his hand, he held the can directly under his piss slit and started filling the can. He looked at me and saw me watching intently. He also noticed my old cock was getting hard as a rock watching him fill the can.

He didn't stop until he filled it almost to overflowing. He returned his cock and balls to his cod piece and held my beer in his left hand. He motioned for me to come to him. I dropped the towel and walked slowly to him to be engulfed in his huge arms with his body pressed as tightly to mine as he could. I could feel his leather and his massive upper body pressing against me. He looked down, I raised my mouth to his, and he kissed me passionately yet tenderly without hurting me.

He handed me my beer. "Thank you for the beer, Master. You chose well for your slave," I complimented him.

"Damn, Son, did Bud teach you slave manners?" he asked.

"Some, Master Red, but my manners since I've met you have come from somewhere deep inside me. Something in you told me what you demand from a slave. You're only happy with a slave who’s mannerly and tries hard to please you," I replied.

"Of course, you're correct, but how can you read me like that? That's exactly what I require and demand of any slave; however, I ain't owned a slave for many years, more years than you've been on this Earth, Son. As young as you are, I wouldn't expect you to read me that well. Then again, it's what most masters demand from a slave. Nevertheless, it still kind a' blows me away," he said.

I got him another beer and opened it for him. He watched me closely as I drank my beer. I drank quite a lot the first couple of times. He watched me like a proud parent. He got a pleased smile on his face because I seemed to be enjoying his recycled beer.

"May I ask about you drinking Master Bud's beer and him drinking yours?" I asked.

"It's an old tradition of ours what dates back many years, Billy. I remember your uncle from years ago when we were in Korea together. Sometimes we didn't have potable water so we had to piss in our helmets and add two white tablets what were suppose to make it all right. I never liked to drink my own piss so Bud and I hit upon an idea. We would swap piss. Somehow in my mind I could drink his, and the same with him. His was almost palatable to me, and he must have loved mine. Most of the time he would ask for it straight out of the tap and I would oblige him. I got to where I could drink his from my helmet without the pills, but I couldn't take it from the tap. Damn, he was a fine looking man – still is – and I swear to you, God as my witness, you could be a double for the kid I loved-on all those years ago."

Master Red snapped his fingers and pointed to his big black biker boots. I fell to my knees as I did before my uncle's cowboy boots and started to clean them. I watched Red wearing them all evening before the spa, and they made my mouth water imagining what they might taste like. I wasn't disappointed. They tasted every bit as good as they looked. Booger Red gently encouraged me with his deep, growling, bass voice. His voice alone was enough to keep my dick hard. His boots tasted better than I imagined. Satisfied with my cleaning job, he put his hand down for me. Uncle Bud taught me the master/slave greeting ritual and made me practice several times with him. I took Master Red's hand, kissed the back and put it to my forehead to await his order.

"Get up here, Cowboy, and show your master your love," he growled at me trying to sound as sweet as possible. Shit! I was primed for the big ugly man's arms. I kissed him 'til I thought both our ears would pop. He pulled me up to him and laid us across the black leather hide used as a protection throw to cover the bed. It was a cool, sensual feeling, and smelled wonderful. His leathers against my naked body were keeping my cock hard. I could get used to leather, I told myself.

"Master Red, I see some snaps that looks like a patch covering your ass. May I ask why it's that way, sir?" I asked.

"You sure you wanna' know, Cowboy?" he asked, smiled at me, and raised an eyebrow.

"I'd like to learn as much as I can about man-sex, Master Red, but I ain't never seen anything like it before. Neither have I ever seen a pair of leather pants with a pouch in the front. Sometimes, sir, I need to ask questions when I don't know about something. If you think it's something I don't need to know right now, I'll understand," I said honestly.

"Well, Son, I can't fault your honesty. The pouch you refer to is called a 'cod piece.' It keeps my cock and balls at the ready for a good slave like yourself. I don't have to remove my leather pants for a slave to clean my balls or suck my dick. Do you like the looks of it? Does it turn you on?" he asked.

"Biggest turn on for me since my uncle fucked me the first time, Master Red. I tried not to be rude and stare, but I sneaked a glimpse of it from time to time. It made my old dick hard every time I looked at it," I told him. Red roared with laughter. He was enjoying himself. He felt comfortable with me, and I felt safe with him.

"Are you always so blatantly honest with folks, Cowboy?" he asked.

"I try to be, Master Red," I replied.

"That's good, Son. I'll never refuse to answer an honest question. Neither will I ever lie to you. I don't know how much your uncle taught you about masters and slaves but some masters train their slaves to make love to and clean out their assholes with their tongue. Sounds disgusting, don't it?" Red asked me. I didn't comment. I shrugged my shoulders noncommittally. “The piece of leather, covering my ass, snaps off to expose my hole for cleaning or feeding a slave my hole without having to remove my leather pants. It's similar to the cod piece in function. It makes those two parts of my body readily available, and I don't have to undress," Red carefully explained to me.

"Thanks for explaining, Master Red," I said.

"Are you interested in it, Son?" he asked.

"I've never been exposed to that sort of thing before. I never thought about it. My uncle mentioned it but didn't go into details; however, my master told me to make him proud of me. If that's what you require, I'll try my best to please you, sir," Red laughed at my naivete' and willingness to please him.

"Not this time, Youngster. It's an acquired taste. It's something you should think about before you try it, and you should only do it when your heart tells you it's something you must have for yourself as well as pleasing your master. You should also know the reasons why you're performing the act and why you want to do it. No master worth the name will require it of you unless you've been slowly and purposefully trained. Then one day, something may click inside. You'll find yourself wanting it and derive as much sexual pleasure from it as your master.

I've seen you looking at my cod piece. Take your hand, reach down and feel your master through the leather. Don't take it off, just feel me inside," he said. I did as ordered and felt his massive cock inside the big pouch that prominently protruded from his leather pants. His big boots came up to his knees and his pants were shoved down inside.

"You feel really good inside, Master Red, may I unsnap your cod piece, sir?" I asked.

"Well, you have to do a little work for it first, Cowboy. With most masters there's a price a slave has to pay for almost anything they want or need. So it is with life. There are no free lunches. Put another way, at best, life is a trade off. Either way, you end up paying for anything worthwhile. If you get it for free, you don't appreciate it as much. If it's something you really want for which you're willing to pay a price, you appreciate it more. Do you understand the concept, Son?" Red asked.

"Yes, sir, I think so," I replied.

"Again, I don't know how much your uncle taught you so I'll go slow and tell you what I require. You don't just get to chow down on a master's cock, Son, less'n you show him how much you really want it. You have to make a little love to his cod piece, lick it, clean it, kiss it, and beg him a little to convince him how much you want the honor of removing it. You must tell your master and convince him how much you need the treasure he has waiting for you underneath his leather pouch. You must convince him it's the most important thing in the world for you at the moment to pleasure him, satisfy him, and bring him comfort. When your master's satisfied you've done a good job cleaning his codpiece, you've convinced him you sincerely want and badly need what that piece of leather is covering, maybe even hurt’n a little for it, he might let you remove it.

"You have to make him believe you've really got the hungry’s for his cock, and nothing would please you more than to take his penis in your mouth. After you make a little more love to it, and he's satisfied you really do want and need his dick, he'll probably let you have it. Get your mouth down there and make some love to it, Cowboy. Kiss it, show your master how much you want what's underneath, lick it real good to get it clean, and when your master's satisfied you've done a good job, he'll let you unsnap it. But, you must never use your hands; only your mouth. You find a corner snap with your tongue, then take it in your teeth and pull it off, understand?" he asked.

"Yes, sir, may I, sir?" I asked politely.

"Get on it, Cowboy. Show me how much you want what's underneath that piece of leather," he said like a challenge.

Master Red smelled so good in his leathers, the fresh clean man smells I smelled earlier in the evening that so attracted me to him, but they were nothing compared to the sensual animal smells which emanated from his cod piece. He wore the smell of an animal ready for the rut. There was something about those combined odors that tripped a switch inside me even my Uncle Bud never did. The new experience of getting my face, nose, and mouth close to the big, ugly man's leathered crotch was too much to hesitate thinking about. I was on his crotch in an instant cleaning his cod piece and feeling his manhood underneath begin to grow from the sensual pleasure of my exploring tongue.

I licked his cod piece clean, kissed it, and felt his big snake squirm underneath like a worm in hot ashes. It kept growing until the big head was almost completely out of the top. I included it in my cleaning and love making. Sticking my tongue into his piss slit to lick out his tasty pre-come and kissing the big head only made him hotter. I began to tell him how hot it was to clean his cod piece and feel his cock getting hard underneath; that it would be a great honor and pleasure if he found my attentions to his cod piece worthy enough to allow me to remove it so I can see his handsome master cock.

"Okay, Cowboy, you're doing a fine job. You have my permission to remove it. Let's see if you can make love to my old cock as sweet as you did its covering," Booger Red growled at me with his sexy voice. His voice alone was enough to make me come. I found the snap with my tongue, grabbed it with my teeth and pulled it from his leather pants. His huge shaft flopped out onto his leather pants. I started to lick his huge man hood. It had an enormous knob on the end, bigger than I ever saw on any man. I remembered how good it felt sitting on it in the pool. I wondered how it would feel fucking me.

I kissed the huge knob at the top of his shaft and teased his piss slit to get more of his pre-come from his pisser. I licked and cleaned every inch of his handsome penis and started in on his low hanging balls. Below Booger's awesome male shaft hung a beautiful set of balls. They tasted of clean man sweat, leather, motorcycles, and male sexual pheromones. While I was licking, cleaning, and making love to his big balls, I was fascinated buy how close I was to the other leather patch covering his anus. I licked the patch covering his hole cleaning it real good. He moaned in ecstasy. Every now and then I could get a faint smell of what lay underneath the forbidden patch. It was intoxicating. I knew someday I would find out what it tasted like.

"Master Red, sir, I really would like to taste your penis. I can't think of anything better than to feel your big cock as far down my cowboy throat as I can get it. It smells so good, Master Red. I know it's gonna' taste wonderful. Your cowboy needs you, sir. I need to taste you bad, Master Red. When I first saw you in the house I thought, 'That may be the ugliest man I've ever seen in my life, but I'll bet his penis tastes as sweet as he tasted when he kissed me, and as wonderful as he smelled when he took me in his arms.' I didn't want you to let me go after you kissed me, sir, and you know what, Master Red?"

"What's that, Son?" he asked.

"It damn sure looks like it would be the best tasting thing I ever put into my mouth, sir. God put your beauty between your legs, Master Red. May I please taste your handsome cock, sir?" I pleaded.

Master Red was roaring with laughter. "Son of bitch, Cowboy, I swear you're a natural, Son! Ain't never had no slave ask to taste my cock as sweet as you just done. Go ahead. You can take me now, Cowboy, you've earned it. You damn sure convinced this old man you want it and need it." Booger Red ordered me still laughing.

I took as much as I could in my mouth, which wasn't a lot because he was so large. I did my best and he seemed pleased I was at least gagging down as much as I could. I worked and worked on him. I gagged but I didn't care. He didn't either. Master Red gently encouraged me with his gravelly bass voice.

"Take as much as you can, Son. Your throat'll open up in a little bit. It'll stretch. It's all right to gag. Let's me know you're trying to take more of me, working to please me. Ah, see, you’re taking me deeper down that pretty cowboy throat. That's feel'n mighty fine, Son. Got a good stroke goin' there. Little deeper. See, you're getting the hang of it," he encouraged me.

I was going to try to eat as much of the ugly biker's penis as I could get down my cowboy throat. He damn near went nuts when I started cleaning under his foreskin with my tongue to taste the best flavors of his manhood. They were strong and musky but tasted damn good. He put his hand on my shoulder and stopped me for a minute. "I have a problem a lot of men have, Cowboy, I come real quick the first time. If you wanna' taste old Booger Red's spunk all you gotta' do is skin the head of my dick all the way back, take a couple good hits on it with that hot mouth of yours and you'll have a mouthful. When I fuck you I can ride you all night until I reach down and pull the skin back, take a few hard strokes in your butt and fill your tank," he said.

"May I, sir?" I asked, anxious to take him.

"I was hoping you'd ask, Cowboy. Go ahead-on, Son, get yourself a big-old load of Booger Red's cream. Be careful, I ain't come in a while and there may be a lot. Might blow your head off," he growled and laughed.

I followed his instructions. With as much of his engorged penis I could get in my mouth, I gently pulled back his foreskin from the head, pumped it a couple of times with my throat and he erupted into my mouth. He was right. There was a lot of hot biker cream emptied into my waiting mouth. I rolled it around with my tongue to get the flavor as I swallowed. I no sooner got that down when he gave me a second and third volley. Man it was good stuff. It tasted like he looked, a strong, flavorful alpha-male taste. It was as hearty and stout as he was mean and ugly looking. He pulled me up to his huge hairy chest and gently kissed me.

"Like the taste of old Booger, Son?" he asked with a smile.

"Yes, sir, you taste different from my uncle but just as good. Your come has a heavier flavor. A good stout flavor. The flavor of a magnificent beast," I said almost as a prayer.

"It's probably all the beer I drink, Son. Perhaps, because I ain't had someone pretty as you to please me in a long time, you sucked the best out of me. Wait'll I get my big cock in that pretty little ass of yours. I'll make us both feel like a million bucks. I'll fuck you slow, sweet, and deep, Son, just the way a young cowboy needs to be rode," he promised in his deep growling voice.

"I got me a feeling I'm gonna' enjoy it, sir." I had my hand around the big knob of his cock head. I went down on him to run my tongue around the inside of his foreskin to get out any cream that was hiding there. He was still sensitive.

He squirmed and moaned under me. "Sheeeit, Cowboy! You know how to make this ugly old man feel like a king," he complimented me.

"Master Red, would you consider granting me a request?" I asked.

"Name it, Cowboy!" he exclaimed quietly.

"Please, sir, don't call yourself ugly. I don't see you as ugly. After you took me into your arms and kissed me the first time, when you let me go, I looked at you again and you weren't ugly anymore. Any man who gimme' a kiss like you did is a remarkable man. After that, you looked like a strongly, masculine man to me. Your features ain't pretty, they're a bit irregular, you're damn shore' mean looking enough but you certainly ain't ugly. There's beauty to be found in the most ferocious of beasts, Master Red. There was nothing ugly about the way your come tasted. It has the flavor of a strong vital man, and I loved the way it tasted."

Red held me close but didn't speak for several minutes. Then, he kissed me so gently and with such love it almost brought tears to my eyes. He was thanking me for seeing beyond his physical appearance and seeing the beauty that was the man. "Your request is granted, Son. Then I'll be your beast and fuck you with the soul of one."

"I could do worse, sir, than to be fucked to death by such a magnificent beast," I told him. The big man had tears in his eyes.

"You mean that, Cowboy?" he asked.

"A cowboy never lies, Master Red. I meant every damn word!" I replied firmly.

He smiled the sweetest smile and gently kissed me again. "Reach down there, Cowboy, and feel if your magnificent beast is hard enough for your satisfaction," he growled.

I did as I was told and was amazed at how much bigger and harder he was. I knew I didn't want to wait a moment longer to feel that big thing inside me. "Please, take me, sir. That one eyed monster between your legs feels like it's ready to crawl inside my cowboy ass," I begged him.

"It's ready, Cowboy, and I don't think it would serve any purpose for either of us to delay hooking our bodies together. You need me and I sure as Hell need you. Never fear, yore' beast won't fuck you to death, but he plans to fuck you 'til the fillings in your teeth rattle, Son," he growled again.

"Ain't cha' gonna' fuck me longer than that, Master Red?" I asked him looking disappointed. Red stopped for a minute figured out what I'd said and laughed.

"Fuck! Good one, Cowboy! Son," he said more seriously, "after the sweet things you said to me this evening, I'm gonna' let my old one-eyed monster tell you how my heart feels to have you here sharing my bed. I love to fuck boy butt and my old cock can talk to a young cowboy's ass like it’s an old pard. I'll fuck you so strong and deep with a steady rhythm, over and over again until you start to writhe and squirm. You'll try to get away from me 'cause it'll feel so good, you don't think you can take no more, but I'll hold you so's you can't get away. The only way I'll stop is if you shoot your load or if you holler 'calf rope.' Spread something on my prick, Cowboy, so's I don't hurt you none, Son," he growled at me. Damn, his voice turned me on.

"Yes, sir," I replied. I took a small tub of bag balm from my small bag and lubed him up good.

Red took the jar from me to lube up my ass. He was gentle but firm and worked on my ass with his big hand for sometime to loosen me up. He must have worked on lubing my ass for ten minutes. By the time he was finished my ass was fully dilated ready to receive his big cock. Red was considerably bigger than my uncle, but he wanted it to be a comfortable, enjoyable fuck for both of us. He positioned himself in front of me and I brought my legs to mounting position. Big Red positioned the bulbous head of his huge manhood at my rosebud. He pushed gently and worked the big head into my ass. It felt big but not altogether uncomfortable. He told me to take a deep breath. I did as he told me then he gently but firmly sunk his entire shaft into my butt.

He wasn't taking me to hurt me but took me quickly and forcefully as any good master should take his slave. He was supremely gentle and my ass was so ready for him, it had no complaints. He was not even uncomfortable. He stretched my ass muscle so well with his hand for ten minutes my cowboy butt didn't have a single argument for his large penis. In fact, it started to chow down on it. The big man knew what he was doing. He took me like a man who knew how to take a slave and have him relaxed enough he could start fucking him right away. He wanted to fuck my ass as soon as possible. I didn't want him wasting time either.

"Oh, God, Master Red, you fill me up so good, sir. Thank you, Master. You feel so damn good inside me. Feels like my ass was made for your cock, sir."

"Damn, Cowboy. That's the sweetest thing any slave's ever said to me," he said, leaned over, and gave me another kiss.

Master Red's dick was harder than it was when I grabbed hold of him. I knew I was being fucked by a beast. He growled instructions for me to keep my ass up for him at all times and he would give me the best possible fucking for him as well as for me. I worked hard to please him as he immediately began his ride. After he loosened me up a bit, he leaned into me and kissed me gently while still exploring my ass with his huge rod. I could only groan in ecstasy as he worked his big cock inside of me. He growled at me to ask if he was hurting me. I assured him he wasn't. I was moaning because of how good he was fucking me.

He positioned his bushy face next to my ear to assure me he was going to make me feel a lot better. I didn't know how, but by this time I trusted the magnificent beast on top of me. He tried his damnedest to see to my pleasure as well as his, and he succeeded beyond my wildest dreams. The more comfortable he got inside me the more I began to open to him, meeting his every stroke with my ass. He took note of each and every movement and used my ass to his fullest advantage. He fucked me good, strong, deep and steady for about and hour or more. Damn, he felt good and I was getting so relaxed I wanted more. "If I'm tiring you out, Cowboy, we can stop for a while."

"No, please, sir, I'm not tired. You're fucking me good. Please take all you want, Master. I need a good fucking as well as my beast. Part of my enjoyment is feeling your pleasure with each stroke, sir. I can feel how much you're enjoying fucking me. Take more, sir, – drink deeply, please."

"You're a fine slave, Cowboy. I would love to own you. Maybe someday you'll need what only a great ugly beast can give you. One like me who could take from you what you need to give and you could lose yourself in pleasing him. Until then I'll settle for some more good fucking in that comfortable cowboy butt," he growled. With that he began to fuck me with a great deal of care and love.

"Master Red? Am I pleasing you enough to ask a favor, sir?" I asked.

"Yes, Son, what is it?" He asked as he continued his good fucking.

"My uncle's afraid to fuck me too hard. I beg him to fuck me harder and he does a little bit, but I can't get him to fuck me really hard. I need a big man to ride me down rough and hard. Would you do that for me, sir?" I asked.

"I can understand why your uncle doesn't want to take you too hard, Son. He's afraid of hurting you, and he loves you like a father; however, I realize a young cowboy can be ridden down hard and deep without hurting him, especially if you loosen him up like I been doing with you for the last hour. I'd be pleased to grant your request, but when I start fucking you rough and hard, I won't stop until I feel you come, Cowboy. Then I'll reach down to your ass, pull the foreskin back from the head of my dick, and I'll fuck you hard again until I empty deep into your handsome butt.

“While I'm fucking you, if you need it harder just speak to your beast, Cowboy. Talk to your beast. He'll hear you. Tell him what you need if you need it harder. Let him know what you need and how bad you need it. It'll let me know how you're doing and how much more you need. Just remember, every time you ask for it harder, you're damn well gonna' get ridden down and fucked harder than you've ever been in your young life, understand?"

"Yes, sir, I understand and thank you, Master Red," I replied.

"Thank me afterward, Cowboy," he said with a grin and continued his deep gentle fucking. "I think you're ready for some good hard ridding right now, ain't cha', Son?" he asked.

"Please, sir, take it away from me, Master," I begged my beast.

Master Red kinda chuckled knowingly to himself as if he could feel my body respond to his words. Red started in to fuck me hard. He was good. He didn't exaggerate about his hard, rough fucking. He fucked me at one level as I felt myself open more to him, my legs relaxed and locked around his massive backside. I had my magnificent beast locked into my saddle and wasn't going to let him get away. "Harder, Master Red! Harder!" I cried.

Damn, I though he was gonna' rip my ass apart as he shifted gears and really started to pound my ass with his fucking. He was really getting into long, hard, deep-dicking fucking and knew he wasn't far from bringing me home.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Ooooh! So good! Yes, Master! So good! Master Red, you're fucking me so good. Like a dream come true. Take us up just a notch more, Good Master! And a little harder, sir! Oh God, that's sooo good, Master Red! Damn! Shit! Hell! Fuck!" I exclaimed. You're fucking this cowboy so good and hard, Sir. I don't think I can hold on much longer, Sir. He suddenly stopped. Completely. I felt him reach his hand down to my ass, pull the skin back from the huge bulbous head of his shaft and he started in again. It didn't take him long to get me built up to shooting my load knowing the beast who was fucking me was going to off load a big, well earned, hot load of master cream in my butt.

"Oh damn! Fuck your slave, Master! Harder! Oh God, that's so good, sir! You've got me there again, sir. I can't hold back, Master Red. Damn, ain't never been fucked so good, Master Red! Take it, Master Red! I'm your willing slave. Take it away from me! Use my cowboy ass to catch your hot biker come. It will be a great honor to catch your come for you, my wonderful beast!"

I felt his flow began in my ass as I shot over my head and hit the back of the bed. He continued filling my ass, still fucking me with wild abandon as I hit my second and third volley. Shit! I was drained. He took several more pumps into my ass to deposit his load and collapsed on top of me still way up inside of me.

The sheer weight of his big, hot, hairy body, and the way he grunted and growled after he came was enough to convince me I was fucked by a wild animal, a magnificent beast. Big Red made gentle love to me telling me what a good fuck I was. I thanked him and thanked him for taking me hard like I asked him. It really meant a lot to me. He started to withdraw from me and I spoke to him. "No, Master! Please don't leave me. Stay a while longer and let us share the moment. I'm not hurting. I'm comfortable with you filling me. It makes me feel like we have become as one. Let me hold your cock in my ass in my gut to enjoy the afterglow a bit more," I said. I reached down with my hands and grabbed his solid ass cheeks and pulled him back into me as deep as he could sink it. "Ah, that's sooo good, Master." I whispered.

We lay there together making love to each other. He raised up and gently kissed me and his tears dropped into my face. I smiled at him. "I hope and pray those are tears of ecstasy and you're not hurting Master," I whispered.

"Only my heart, Son. You're innocent willingness and precognitive understanding of the master/slave sex act has touched me deeply, and I can only hope I touched you just as deeply," my beast replied.

"There's is no question in my mind, sir. You have completed me this evening." I said.

After remaining conjoined for several minutes, my wonderful beast finally withdrew. I cleaned us both and complimented my master more on his wonderful fuck. Master Red started for the head. "Master Red, are you going to waste my beer, sir?" I asked almost in tears.

"Out of habit, Slave, not because I'd deny you the honor. After that fuck, Young Man, I'd give you any damn thing in this world you wanted," I quickly got on my knees and his semi-flaccid penis hung limp like a dead warrior hanging from the opening in his leather pants. Damn, I loved those pants. He was going to wipe his cock off.

"Please, sir. May I have it like it is?" I asked.

"Of course, Son. I forgot how much little things mean to a good slave," I kissed the head of his dick to make love to it.

"That's enough love, Slave. I need to piss really bad," he growled.

I didn't hesitate. I opened my mouth and took the big head all the way to my throat. I put my hand around the base of his cock to force it. I relaxed and miraculously my throat dilated as I slowly forced the big head down my throat. I signaled for him to wait one more minute. I grabbed his dick again relaxed my throat and gave one more firm shove and it lodged were I was sure it was beyond the swallow point. I looked and I had half of his enormous cock down my throat. I was proud of myself and signaled for him to start his flow.

He started immediately and didn't stop until my belly began to extend with his hot piss. Still he was pissing. He drank a lot of beer, and it ran through him. I took him until my belly looked like a balloon. I began to worry he wouldn't stop. He soon stopped, but didn't pull out. I waited and felt him piss again. He stopped again. I knew it was the last. I pulled him out and begged him to let me have the rest to drink. My master honored me with about four or five big mouthfuls I got to taste and slowly swallowed. He look pleased. "You're a Hell of a slave for such a young man, Cowboy. Did Bud teach you that?" he asked.

"Yes, sir. It took him several months of slow, patient training but now I can hook onto him in the truck and we don't have to stop for him to take a piss. I just lie there in his lap hooked onto him sometimes for an hour or two and feel him empty into me every now and then. I even fall asleep from the warmth in my belly and wake up still hooked to him," I replied.

"Well, I gotta' give it to old Bud. He trained you well. Few slaves can do what you just did and really enjoy a master's recycled beer," he complimented me.

I helped Master Red off with his big boots and leather pants. He had on a heavy leather vest over his back and chest. I helped him off with that too and took him to the shower where I gently bathed him and toweled him dry. He said he never had anyone do that for him. He was impressed and invited me to his bed. We crawled into bed. I quickly fell asleep in his big arms with him petting me. He was rubbing me all over and his big, rough, gnarled hands felt good on my skin. He ran his big hand over my piss-filled extended belly like it was his baby, and he was trying to feel it kick.

He brushed his big red beard and 'stach up close to my face every now and then to gently kiss me. I imagined a wild beast sniffing me to see if I smelled good enough to eat. I fell into a deep sleep in the big man's arms and awoke there as well with him looking at me with love in his eyes. He was stiff as a rod of iron between his legs. I went down on him immediately. I cleaned under his foreskin real good and then skinned it back. I took about four strokes on him down my throat and got my morning allotment of beast cream. He tasted just as good in the morning as his did the night before. We got up and showered. I bathed him and toweled him dry again. He had become a lot better looking to me than before. He had become my beast. A truly remarkable animal. I could have led him around like a bull with a ring through his nose. He and I bonded, but that was okay with me.

Everyone at breakfast were shooting all kinds of fun at us. Even Uncle Bud took a couple of shots at us. When one of the good looking men referred to him as 'ugly,’ I jumped his butt. "Master Red ain't ugly. He's my magnificent beast. He looks like a man should. He just ain't pretty. Then again, I don't cotton to pretty men much, 'cep'n my Uncle Bud. He's one of the finest looking men I ever know'd," I said.

"Hear! Hear! Young' un. Your uncle is a fine looking man and so are you. But, old Booger Red here...well, now, he ain't exactly what you'd call pretty. Listen, Son, we've see hop toads try to court him," one of them said.

"Meaning no disrespect, sir, but you know what? The further up my butt Master Red got that big cock of his the prettier he got until I could swear and be damned, he turned into a beautiful prince." Everyone roared with good natured laughter.

Big Red laughed the hardest and pulled me close to him. "Son, they's just jealous 'cause you picked me to bunk it in with you last night. Every damn one of 'em would have been honored and proud for you to share their bunks." Red said. Every man held up their hands and I smiled. "As it turns out, Gentlemen, the cowboy here, named me his 'magnificent beast' last night. That's a title I can live with and have engraved on my headstone: 'Here lies a magnificent beast. Cowboy told him so.'" Everyone fell out laughing at Big Red. I knew he meant it with love in his heart. He was thrilled I gave him that name. He knew it came from my heart. Uncle Bud was proud of me for standing up for Red. He winked at me and held me close.

Uncle Bud and I did quite a bit of roping for the men that day and a couple of Master Walker's horsemen were pretty good. The big, tall, mean looking cowboy named Leon was a good horseman and kept looking at me like he'd like to put a saddle on my back and park his boots under my bunk. The other man, Harley Boone, was no slouch as a roper, in fact, he was pretty damn good. He was from a small town in Texas called Rosebud. The all sat on the arena fence. I'd ride by and to the amusement of the men I'd rope old Booger sitting on the fence. They'd just razz Booger more.

"Hey, Booger! That's one buckaroo you won't ride away from. He'll lasso your heart as quick as he will you, old man," one would shout.

Another shouted, "Yeah, Booger. I'll bet that cowboy could bulldog and hog tie you quicker'n you could get your old cock out a' that cod piece." Red loved the attention. He laughed harder than anyone.

He never got angry. He gave as good as he got. "It just eats you assholes up. He took a shine to old Booger and not you pretty boys. I told him last night he has discriminating taste. Everyone of you's sittin' 'nair praying that kid will drop his lasso 'round your shoulders. As good looking as that young cowpoke is he's welcome to lasso more'n my heart anytime he wants. I'll be his long little dogie as long as he needs me. Hell, I'd ride by that kid's side anywhere he wants to go."

They'd all roared with laughter at Red. They were actually big hearted men, and they were happy for him. They were glad to see their ugly brother be the first one to get a piece of cake at the party, but they had randy spirits and were going to pick at him mercilessly. Didn't bother Red. He could take care of himself.

The gentle but firm way Red treated me and the love he showed me won my heart. Hell, I was only nineteen years old and impressionable. I'd been truthful with Master Sam in the spa when I told him Booger Red just felt right. He felt comfortable to me even though he was a man damn near twenty years my senior. I still was very much in love with my Uncle Bud, but I knew without asking there was room in his big cowboy heart to share. Besides, I knew when we got to Ft. Worth, our year as saddle buddies, master/cowboy, was over. He would go back to his life, and I must go on with mine. I was sad, but maybe it was meant for me to meet old Booger at that time to ease my heart. Uncle Bud told me he hoped I would pick one of the men that night to soften the pain of having to say goodbye. He was a wise and thoughtful man who loved me very much.

I never doubted Uncle Bud's love for me. He wasn't stunned or disappointed I picked Red. On the contrary, he wholeheartedly approved. He said he thought the world of Booger Red. I couldn't have picked a better man to possibly be my second master. I knew the end was coming for me and Uncle Bud. I would face it bravely for Uncle Bud's sake. I knew he was hurting, too. I could tell it wasn't going to be easy for him either. You can't have as close a relationship as we had for a year and not feel some pangs at parting. We were a team. We always would be. I held a year's worth of wonderful memories in my heart. No one could ever take that treasure away from me.

Booger knew something was bothering me. I told him the whole story. He understood. Red was kind and empathetic, but he also helped me see the brighter side of the past year. How many young men get to start their lives with one full year with the person they love most in their lives. Besides, it wasn't like it was over and done with. Uncle Bud and I had years of going rodeoing and fishing with each other, any excuse to get away and love each other. Hell, my Dad and Uncle Joe used it as an excuse to get drunk together for years. We could even sneak away to a motel in the next large town and rent a room for an afternoon. Still, I wouldn't be taking care of him like I loved doing for the last year. He was my man, my partner, my lover, and my master. God, I loved him.

Uncle Bud and I stayed at the Johnson Ranch for about a week before we had to be in Fort Worth and once again be immersed in our families. Uncle Bud encouraged me to see as much of Red as I wanted that week. He told me he wouldn't be sleeping alone. He'd invite one of the good looking bikers to his bed each night. Not one refused to share Uncle Bud's bed. They would have the silliest smile on their faces the next morning. I knew how they felt. Of course, that randy group of men would razz the man who went with my uncle. It was all in fun. They all would have gone with Uncle Bud. He was that good looking and known to be one Hell of a master. He also knew how to pleasure a man. I didn't see it as a dichotomy Uncle Bud was once a slave to Ben Stafford. I didn't see myself remaining a slave for the rest of my life unless I met someone who wanted a full life with me that way.

I stayed almost every night with big Red, and he treated me with the same kindness, gentleness, respect and love he did the first night; however, first and foremost, Red was a strong, controlling, disciplined master demanding only the very best from his slave. When we were together there was no doubt in my mind who was in control or who was in charge. That old man turned me every way but loose. I knew in my heart not one of those good looking men could have given me anything close to what I shared with Booger Red that week.

I became more and more interested in the small leather patch over his ass and would drive him up the wall licking and cleaning it. He told me to let him know when I thought I was ready to try cleaning him but reminded me the same ritual applied to the patch covering his asshole as did his codpiece. I had to convince him I could no longer go on without a taste of his butthole. I knew in my heart it wouldn't be long. I wanted to explore every inch of the big man's body and tried in that week. I got to lick every tattoo. He had tattoos all over his body and I loved everyone of them. They only added to his mystery and personal beauty. He made himself a work of art, and he wore it on a proud body.

I spent the last night with my beloved uncle making love almost all night. We knew our year had come to an end and neither of us wanted to let go. That night I knew I was going to do something special for my beloved uncle. His clean male scent around his balls really excited me, but I discovered a part of his special scent was coming from his ass. It seemed to get more and more inviting to me. With my experience with Red's patch and the mystery that lay underneath, Uncle Bud's ass became too tempting. As I was cleaning my Uncle Bud's balls I could once again smell the clean, male fragrance of his ass and didn't stop with his balls. I got my face in close and found myself licking and cleaning the outside of his hole. I think Uncle Bud was going to stop me.

"What are you – ? Oh, my God! Oh Sweet Baby – oh, damn, – that's so good, Son! If you gotta' do it, make sure you do a good job. 'At's it! Ahhhh, yes!" I knew instinctively cleaning the outside was fine but most master's want more. I don't know what came over me, but I was never one to do things half-assed. I wasn't going to start cleaning my uncle and only do half his ass. Suddenly, I found my tongue going as far up in him as I could get it and the more I cleaned him the more it turned me on. I was enjoying the flavors and the strong masculine scent of his wonderful body. At that moment, I wondered why I ever hesitated with Master Red. I knew I wouldn't the next time. I couldn't get enough of my uncle's ass. He loved it and jacked off with me eating him out. Of course, he let me catch for him. He held me close that night and told me I graduated as a slave, I would be fine.

I had a long conversation with Booger the last night I spent with him at the Johnson Ranch. We stayed up half the night talking, with me crying on his big shoulder about having to give up my uncle. He never chastised me but listened with understanding. We made love. I wasn't afraid of the patch anymore and surprised him by begging him to let me remove it. He told me honestly if I removed it I 'd have the responsibility to clean him and I'd have to clean him until he was satisfied. I agreed and he let me remove it. I'll never forget as long as I live my first look at Booger's hole. I thought it was the most beautiful thing I ever saw and what an honor to get to clean it for him.

I dived in to it like a salmon swimming upstream. I cleaned and sucked on his hole and loved it. The flavors of the big man's body and other smells that were unique to Booger Red became an enormous turn on for me. He reached back with both hands and spread his ass open for me to get way up in there, and I didn't hesitate. It was wonderful and I was hooked. I knew I would have to have more Booger ass. He told me I did well for my first time and he was proud of me. He felt with minimal training I could be taught to service his hole to his satisfaction. After strong sex we lay together talking about me separating from my uncle.

"Cowboy, could you love a beast? I know I ain't much to look at, I'm quite a bit older than you, but I'd be downright proud to have you by my side. I think you feel something for me. You never once made eyes at all them other fine looking men here. That mean looking, tall, lean, cowboy out there at the barn would hand you one of his nuts on a silver platter to part your little ass cheeks. Yet, you came to your old beast's arms night after night and made me feel like a damn king, Son. I ain't been shown that kind of unconditional love in a long time. Maybe you didn't mean for it to happen 'cause you're young and don't know no better, but I'm afraid old Booger Red has fallen in love with you, Cowboy."

"You don't even have to ask, Master Red. Don't you know how I feel about you? Can't you tell? Especially when you make love to me you turn me inside out. You're right, I do feel something for you. I love you, my magnificent beast, but I don't know right now were life is gonna' take me. So far I've managed to escape the draft, but I imagine when I get home I'll probably have my draft notice waiting. I can't make any plans. If I get drafted, I'll have to go."

"No, you don't, Son. Come ride with old Booger until it's over. They'll never find us. I'll protect you, and you won't have to go. We'll never stay in the same place twice. I'm afraid for you to go over there, Cowboy. They're killing young men your age right and left. Come with me, be my cowboy, let me love you and keep you safe from all that. I won't ask you to be my slave, but if'n you want to be my slave then that's all right, too. Like your uncle, if you want, you can just be my cowboy. Either way, I'd make a good master for you, Son. If you go over there and get killed, I don't know if my old heart could stand to hear the news. You're carrying a major part of my soul in your back pocket right now. It would perish with you." The big man shed tears while holding me in his arms. I petted him and tried to comfort him.

The big monster of a man made the sweetest love to his cowboy that evening as he knew it might be our last. He knew I would go if I was drafted. I was raised that way. I was an American and we didn't shirk our duties to our flag and country. I would go to Southeast Asia to stop the communist hoards. Like so many young Americans from small towns across our nation, I believed the shit our government was telling us.

The next evening before we left I laid in Uncle Bud's arms talking softly to him. I tried to be up in spirits because I knew he was hurting, too. It wasn't going to be easy for him to let go either, but he would go back to his life in our small town. He was the sheriff, and the folks needed him. They were good enough to give him a year off to go rodeoing with his nephew. It was all the more sweet for him we were going into the finals as number two team ropers in the nation. We stood a damn good chance of being number one. "Old Booger has fallen in love with you, Cowboy," he spoke softly with no judgment.

"He told you, Uncle Bud?" I asked.

"He didn't have to, Billy. We can tell. We've all known him for years. He ain't fallen in love with anyone in a very long time. He's pretty much a loner. I talked with him some. We have no secrets from each other. I fell in love with your beast a long time ago, and I still love him. By the way, Son, your name for Red, 'magnificent beast,' is dead on. If nothing else, he is a magnificent beast. Those other men are so jealous they'd cut Booger's throat and tell God he died if they thought they could woo you away from him. Actually, they're all very happy for old Booger. They may give him a lot of shit, but they love him same's I do. They don't make 'em no better'n Booger. He's family, Son," Uncle Bud said.

"I love him, too, Uncle Bud, but not like I love you," I replied.

"You never have to defend your love for me, Cowboy. You've proved it over and over to me. We'll always love each other. We'll carry our love in our hearts the rest of our lives. Big Red told me he asked you to be his cowboy and ride with him."

"Yes, sir, he did." I was surprised he would share that with my uncle. He knew we loved each other. Well, maybe I loved Uncle Bud more because I was young but that's to be expected.

"After Ft. Worth, go with him, Billy. You have more than enough rodeo winnings to buy yourself a nice, brand new bike. No, Hell, I'll buy you one and you live on your winnings. Booger will teach you to ride and he's right, they'd never catch up with you. You wouldn't have to go to Vietnam. Stay on the road until it's all over."

What was my uncle telling me? Shirk my duty to my country? Become a peacenik? I was stunned at my uncle, who above all people, was a patriot. A man who believed in being responsible to his country.

"Uncle Bud, I couldn't do that. If my country needs me, I have to go. Just 'cause I'm pretty good at rodeoing don't mean I'm any better'n any of the rest of those guys over there. What if I found out Jim Redfeather was killed, and I chickened out from going to save my skin. I couldn't live with myself. I wouldn't want to go on living."

"Do you love me, Cowboy?" he asked me.

"How can you ask, Master?" I asked in reply.

"I love you so much, Billy, I can't imagine losing you. I'd rather know you were safe on the road with Red than over there getting shot at. I don't give a shit about all that patriotic crap. I love you too fuck'n much to send you over there. We shouldn't be over there in the first place. We didn't do diddly shit to stop communism in Korea. We sure as Hell, ain't a' gonna' stop communism in Southeast Asia neither. I lost too many friends over there for nothing. I sure as Hell don't wanna' lose a kid I love as much as you," Uncle Bud said in anger.

"I can't do it, Uncle Bud. Don't ask me. As much as I love you and Booger, I just can't do it. Don't hate me, Master. I couldn't stand that. I couldn't go knowing the two of you were angry with me," I wailed.

"Oh, fuck, Billy, that's why we love you in the first place. You're a damn good kid. We knew you probably wouldn't go along with it, but we had to try. Hell it weren't Red's idea. He thought it was a great idea and would love nothing better than to own you as his slave or cowboy, but I put him up to it. I wouldn't think any less of you if you went with Booger. The joy and love we shared this year, what I've had with you, Son – don't you know? Don't you know what you mean to me? Billy, I'll always love you no matter what you choose to do. The terrible thought of losing you eats me up. I love you so fucking much, Billy, I'd go in your place if'n they'd let me," he said. I can't remember ever seeing my Uncle Bud shed a tear. He did that night. I held him and I comforted him best I could.

We loaded the horses in Uncle Bud's trailer and said our goodbyes to everyone at the Johnson's Ranch. Red promised he'd be in Ft. Worth to cheer us on. I had a feeling the rest of the Johnson Ranch crew would be there, too. They were all good, loving men. We got to Ft. Worth, checked in and Uncle Bud paid our entry fees. We got Dolly and Madison settled in and returned to the camper to get ourselves ready for the next day. It was Uncle Bud and my last night together.

He called home earlier and our families were leaving early the next morning to get to Ft. Worth by early afternoon. From our small town it was about three hundred miles. Three quarters of the town were coming. We wouldn't be alone after tonight. Uncle Bud would then stay with Aunt Laura. I was looking forward to seeing my folks, especially Aunt Ethel and my dad. Dad and I were never all that close, but I loved him. He was always fair with me and provided for me without question. If I ever wanted something, all I had to do was ask my dad and he'd get if for me for Christmas or my birthday. I never asked for much. I never wanted a lot of stuff. Being a cowboy was my life from early on. I was looking forward to seeing Uncle Joe, too. In a way, Uncle Joe was my champion when it came to my dad.

I spent, what I thought would be the last night in my cowboy uncle's two big loving arms. I was wrong. As it turned out, he felt it would be better for us to stay together until the rodeo was over. We were a team all year and this was not the time, he explained to me, to break up the team spirit. We needed to practice and that meant being around the arena. That was fine with me. It was like a reprieve from the governor. Everyone could visit us behind the arena around the camper.

Did we have family arrive? From all over the fucking country. Rodeo friends we made during the last year when we stopped at folk's homes along the way. They loaded up their RV's, campers, trucks, and trailers with food and goodies. Some of the families brought us scrapbooks of our winnings all year, carefully pasted together with loving care. When the folks from our town got there they were amazed at the number of folks who came to wish us well and cheer us on.

Uncle Bud's camper was parked right next to Dan Yates and his son Buck's motor home. We got to be pretty good friends. Buck and I had a lot in common. We were both cowboys and loved the life. We grew to feel comfortable around each other. We didn't talk a lot but sometimes when we were together there was an unspoken understanding between us that's hard to define. We just felt right with each other, and I was attracted to him like a nail to a magnet. To me, Buck was the ultimate cowboy.

I wasn't jealous of him, I just wanted to be with him as much as I could. I think he knew and felt the same. Nothing was said, but I just knew. Rodeo folks don't have real hard-ass competitive attitudes towards each other. They even help each other when they can, but when it comes your turn to compete, you do it with winning in mind. I didn't know about his dad, but I knew Buck was a fierce competitor. Buck was out to win. Come to find out his dad was almost as fierce. I shook Buck's hand and wished him and his dad well. He thanked me and wished us the same.

My dad and Uncle Joe got there our first evening, and it was great to see them again. Dad and Uncle Joe were all over Uncle Bud and me. They were congratulating, hugging, and encouraging us. I never saw my dad more interested in me. He was wowed by what we accomplished in the last year. He raised an eyebrow when Uncle Bud handed me a beer but didn't say a word.

The first day of the rodeo we won. The second day the Yates team won. Uncle Bud and I worked well under pressure and waxed their asses the third day. We won the championship. We were number one team ropers in the nation. Uncle Bud and I had more pictures taken of us that next twenty-four hours than we ever had in our lives. Buck and his dad, too. Just to be in the top three places brought a lot of prize money and endorsement offers.

We posed for a formal PRCA picture with our huge new belt buckles and our winning checks. We won a lot of money. I left all that in Uncle Bud's capable hands. I trusted him with my life. Then, boy howdy, did we party? The Johnson Ranch crew showed up. They all knew my dad and Uncle Joe which surprised me. Even Buck and his dad were good sports and partied with us. Hell, we were cowboys. Makes no never mind who won the rodeo, let's party. Buck seemed happier for Uncle Bud and I winning than his dad.

Old Booger grabbed me and kissed me right on the mouth in front of everybody. I saw Buck raise an eyebrow and smile knowingly. I didn't care, I loved the old man, my magnificent beast. I kissed him back to everyone's, "aaaawwhh" Then they all laughed. As things quieted down my dad and Uncle Joe sat with me, Booger, Uncle Bud and my Aunts. "Son, I hate to bring up something bad while we're celebrating, but I brought a letter for you from the government." I knew what it was before he handed it to me. "I went ahead and opened it, 'cause I didn't want to tell you about it before the rodeo. It says you're to report to the induction center in Dallas day after tomorrow."

'Day after tomorrow?' I thought, 'My God, I didn't have time to even say goodbye to everyone.' I almost broke down and my dad did something uncharacteristic for him. He grabbed me and started crying. He pulled me off to the side away from the others and held me in his big arms and cried again.

"Son, go with Booger. Be his cowboy. He's a fine man. I've known him for years and would trust him with my most precious possession. That'ud be you, Billy. I know I ain't never told you many times how much I love you, Boy, but I do and I always have. Don't go for induction. Don't let them send you over there. Your family has discussed it, and we all agree, Billy. We'd rather you go on the road with Red until this is over. Go to Canada. Just stay on the road." I broke down and cried in my dad's arms. Something I'd never done in all these years. His big arms offered a comfort they never had before.

"I can't, Dad, I have to go. We're here in Ft. Worth, and I'll stay another day with Booger. Uncle Bud and Aunt Laura need to get back. Uncle Bud needs to get Dolly and Madison home. I know you and Uncle Joe have to get back to open the garage. Don't worry about me, I'll be all right." Booger Red saw us together and walked up. He sensed what we were talking about.

"Red, could I stay with you 'til day after tomrow, and will you take me to the induction center?" I asked.

"Love to have you stay with me, Cowboy. I don't wanna' take you to the induction center, but you know I will, Son. These assholes will go with us, right guys?" Red gestured toward the Johnson crew. Everybody agreed including Master Johnson and Xander.

"I'll be all right, Dad. Y'all don't worry about me, none, I'll be back before you know it," I said.

I said goodbye to my family the next morning and all the wonderful folks who came from all over. I had a pocket full of addresses and phone numbers to write while I was in the service. Uncle Bud and I found some privacy to say goodbye. We cried in each other's arms. It was hard to let him go, I almost couldn't do it. I didn't think he was going to able to either. I had the horrible thought it might be the last time I would see this beautiful man I loved so much.

My family left to return to Mason and I returned with the Johnson crew to the Johnson's Ranch. I had one full day at the Johnson ranch before I had to report for induction the following morning. Every man there vowed they were going to ride in with Booger Red and me. I spent that night in Red's massive arms, feeling more alone than I ever felt in my life. It was like there was a big hole in my gut. It even hurt a little. Poor Red, I cared for him but my heart was back in my home town with my uncle. He understood and held me close. Red made his animal love to me that night, and he got me to stop thinking about my emptiness at least long enough to be ravaged by his beast. The next morning he allowed me to take his morning load. I thought it would be a wonderful slap in the face of convention to go to my army induction with old Booger's come on my breath.

Of course, I was the only one to arrive with a group of outlaw bikers. If they only knew. It made quite an impression anyway. I was processed and found my ass headed for basic training at Fort Ord. It was real hard to go from a rodeo champion to a dog-faced grunt almost over night. I didn't get to celebrate winning except for one night. I felt like I'd climbed to the top of the mountain only to find a note: 'Congratulations on making it to the top; by the way, your life is over.' I began to wonder whether I'd made the right decision when I could be free, riding the back roads of the country with Booger Red and his clan; however, the old saying proved to be true: when God closes one door he usually opens another.

End Chapter 2 ~ Booger Red & Cowboy
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