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Booger Red & Cowboy
Waddie Greywolf

Chapter 18

The rodeo came to an end and the neighbors went home. We were planning on leaving the next morning. Mr. Stafford got me aside that afternoon to talk privately with me. I saw Ben Jr. watching us walk away from the corral. Mr. Stafford had his arm around me pulling me close to him. I could feel the pain and hurt coming from Ben Jr. because his dad felt that much for me to display some intimacy. I didn't have to look, I could feel his hurt. I knew how he felt.

We went walking in one of Mr. Stafford's pastures. He asked me what I left out when I told him, Mrs. Stafford and Ben Jr. my story of what I went through since I last saw them. "I got the idea there's more to the story than just you losing your buddies. I got the feeling you and the Yates boy bonded and were a pair. The other two were partners, too, weren't they, Son?" Mr. Stafford asked.

"Yes, sir, Mr. Stafford. I loved them so much, but I'm learning to let go. I'm getting better. Buck comes to me in my dreams once in a while and tells me what God wants me to do," I said.

"This man you're with, Booger Red. You say Bud introduced you two at Walker's ranch in Glen Rose, Texas?" he asked.

"Yes, sir. You know Master Walker, Mr. Stafford?" I asked.

"Oh, Hell yes, Son. Walker rode the circuit with Bud and me for about five or six years. He was our running buddy. Buck tell you God wanted you to be with this man, Booger?" he asked.

"Yes, sir. I fell in love with Master Red before I went to Nam. I was young and naive. As you know Uncle Bud taught me to become a slave to a man that year, but only because I begged him to. When we got to the finals in Ft. Worth and were staying with Master Johnson, Master Red was there with a handful of good looking bikers. Uncle Bud hoped I would pic one to ease our separation after being together for a year. I was so drawn to Booger Red, I bonded with him and promised him I would become his slave after I returned from Nam.

“One should never make promises to anyone when they don't know what the future will bring. Us being cowboys you know a cowboy always keeps his promise. After what I went through over there, I couldn't see Red after I got back because of having lost Buck and my buddies. It hurt him a lot. I was so confused and disoriented I was struggling to keep my sanity together much less worry about a promise I made to a man after only knowing him for one week. Buck came to me and told me I would never get over his death until I gave myself to Master Red."

"It's understandable you couldn't see him right away. You needed time to heal before you could think about giving yourself to a master, but it sounds like Buck made sense, too," Ben wisely commented.

"Buck said I had to be with him, but he couldn't tell me why except I made verbal contract with Bogger before I left for Nam, and God expected me to live up to my promise to him. A lot's happened since then, but I only learned a while ago why God wanted me to ride with Master Red and be his slave," I said.

"Why's that, Son?" Ben asked.

"My Master's dying, Mr. Stafford, from an inoperable brain tumor and only has about six to eight months to live," I said with remorse.

"Oh, my God, you poor kid. After what you been through, losing your loved ones and Bud within one night of each other, seems like God's asking an awful lot of you, Billy."

"Well, Mr. Stafford, I ain't told you everything. I didn't know how it might affect Mrs. Stafford or Ben Jr. and didn't know if I could have explained it without, well, you know – without saying something they might not understand," I said.

"I appreciate that, Son. You're as considerate as Bud was, but what else do you have to tell me?" Ben asked.

"The night before I left home for Nam, my army buddies, my dad, Uncle Bud, and Lester, an old black man whose been a part of my family since before I was born, were gathered in dad's kitchen. We were just shoot'n the shit and having a good time. Anyway, my dad had a few beers, got real serious, and said he had something to tell me before I went to Nam. Seems my dad couldn't have no kids due to having mumps when he was a young man. He and my Uncle Joe got my Uncle Bud drunk one night after he come home from Korea. Uncle Bud passed out in the bed of dad's truck, dad put a rubber on him, and Uncle Joe sucked him off," I said.

"Oh, my God, Billy, don't tell me. You mean to tell me...?" Mr. Stafford asked in awe.

"Yes, Mr. Stafford, Uncle Bud was my biological father," I replied.

"Holy shit! Bud had a son and he didn't even know. All along you were his kid and neither of you knew? That's incredible. No, that's fucking wonderful. God, Billy, – remember, son – just when you think you've seen and heard it all and nothing can surprise you anymore, life bends you over and fucks you 'til you're not quite so smug; but, occasionally, just occasionally, before it throws a fuck into you, it kisses you first. Then you think, 'Hey! That just made up for all them times it fucked me and then kicked me in the butt.' This is one of those times, Billy, that makes it worth the living." The big man hugged me close to him, "You don't know what that news means to me and how happy I am for you and him. I can only imagine how Bud must have felt when your dad told you." Mr. Stafford stood there in the middle of the field and held me for several minutes without speaking.

"So, that's why you and Bud looked so damn much alike." Mr. Stafford laughed, "You're almost a duplicate of him, Son. Ever' time I look at you, I see Bud and my old cock gets hard. Listening to you tell rodeo stories last night, well Son, you caught me wiping a tear away. You tell a story the same way Bud did and sound just like him. Don't know if'n you're trying to imitate him or what, but youngster, it sent chills up my back," he said. We laughed, "Well, son of a bitch, Bud had a boy, and Billy, he couldn't a' had no finer son."

"Thanks, Mr. Stafford, coming from you, sir, it means a lot. I told Ben Jr. yesterday you're one of a handful of men I love and consider a role model," I said.

Mr. Stafford looked me in the eyes and held me tighter.

"That's the sweetest damn thing any young man's ever said to me, Cowboy. I love you for that, Son," Ben said.

The big man walked along beside me, quiet for a while, shaking his head from time to time, muttering under his breath, "Well, I'll be damned, you did it, Bud. Damn! Good for you, Cowboy." Then he wiped away a tear. "When he was here he couldn't talk about nothing else but you, Billy. He was so fucking proud of you. I don't know how many times he told me he wish't you was his kid. He kept saying it wasn't fair Gunn should have the son he always wanted. Even though you look just like him, Bud didn't have a clue. When you guys won every day at the stampede, I don't think his boots touched the ground the rest of the time you were here. I was happy for him and you. I can't ever remember seeing Bud as happy and at peace as he was with you, Billy. He confided to me even though you weren't his kid he made you his son. He told me Gunn didn't seem to pay you much attention so he figured if your dad wouldn't, he would. Said your dad didn't seem to mind or feel threatened 'cause you two grew close. He said Gunn encouraged the two of you," Ben said.

"My dad's a pretty remarkable man, Mr. Stafford. You would love him. He's my dad, and I've come to love him like no other. Uncle Bud will always be my uncle even though we were both thrilled to know I came from his body; however, the old man who raised me knew exactly what he was doing. He loved me and his cousin, Bud, enough to let us form a relationship that was tighter than most fathers and sons ever experience. My dad wanted a son so bad to carry his name he went to almost criminal lengths to have me. I'm proud to carry his name.

“My dad is a good man, Mr. Stafford. He's my best friend, my fiercest rodeo competitor, and my rock I can run to when the world is too much for me. He's also one of the finest fucks I've ever had in my young life. I begged him for it one night about two years ago, and he gave his kid what he needed. We ain't stopped since. My master gives me up to him for a night or two ever' time we go home. He goes next door and fucks my dad's slave, my Uncle Joe. He’s my mom's brother."

"Your old man fucks you?" he asked surprised.

"It was either that or make'n a fool of ma'self humping his boots, Mr. Stafford," I said using my best cowboy drawl. He looked at me then roared with laughter.

"Damn, that's great, Son! Wish't ta' Hell I could have something like that with my boy," the big cowboy lamented.

"I think you could if you were honest with him," I said, shrugged my shoulder and continued, "Uncle Bud talked to me for hours about how much he loved you, Master Ben," I said softly.

"I ain't been called master since Bud and you visited last. I'd get off alone with Bud, he'd call me master and it would 'bout rip my damn guts out, Billy. I loved your uncle, Billy. Still do. Guess I always will. I thank God, the two of you had that year together, and even more happy you won the finals. What that man must have felt for you, Son, I can only imagine."

"I brought a letter with me I'd like you to read, Mr. Stafford. It's a letter Uncle Bud wrote me shortly before he died. He left it with my Aunt Laura to give to me when I returned from Nam. I ain’t shared this letter with another person, including my master. I plan to share it with my master soon, but I ain't for a reason. It was important for me to share it with you first because of the closeness we both shared with Uncle Bud," I explained. I pulled Uncle Bud's letter out of my back pocket and handed it to Mr. Stafford, "It's pretty self-explanatory, but I think you'll find it remarkable. I keep it in my saddlebags and carry it with me everywhere," I told him.

Mr. Stafford unfolded the letter, got about a third of the way through and fell to his knees in the pasture, then sat on the ground sobbing. He recovered and ask me to read the rest to him, he didn't think he could. The big man sat and cried like his heart would break as I slowly read the rest of Uncle Bud's letter to him. When I finished, he sat for a while, collected himself, then stared off into the distance. He finally spoke. "What a beautiful letter, Billy. What better advice could any man give his son. He's right, you know? The only thing we can take back to our Creator is the joy, happiness, and love we've gathered here. It's so simple most folks run around looking for something more complicated. They run around pointing fingers at each other yelling, 'I'm gonna' get there and you ain't 'cause I know something you don't.'

"Them folks are too damn busy judging other folks and how much more God's gonna' reward them than the other person when they should be spending their time being good to their brothers and gathering all the love they can. I think it's a remarkable letter, and it speaks to me across the years because I knew Bud had a deep abiding faith. I never understood it. I guess I never really tried. I was a cowboy, and that was enough for me. It's different now, Son. I'm facing my own mortality square in the face. There's two places a man should try to have his faith intact, in a foxhole on a battlefield and when he realizes he ain't gonna' live forever. Bud knew that. I hope you're proud Bud was your biological father, Billy. Oh, Hell, I know you are. I also hope you appreciate what a special man Bud was. His love of life and people made an impact on everyone who knew him. He was a man among men, Billy," Big Ben Stafford said.

"Thanks, Mr. Stafford, since I'm a little older I've grown to appreciate him more. Folks all over come to me, pull me aside to talk quietly about something Uncle Bud did to help them or maybe nothing more than give them his time to listen. They tell me in reverent tones how much he meant to them. I never knew these things about my uncle. He never talked much about helping anyone, he just did it.

"Well, Son, tell me about this Booger Red fellow, your master. Is he a good man; do you love him? I met him several times on the circuit many years ago. We had many friends in common, but I never got to know him."

"I accepted him as my master before I went to Nam, Mr. Stafford. I fell in love with Master Red and fell in love with him again after I healed enough to be with him. He's so damn good to me, I couldn't ask God for a better master, and I try to be a good slave for him. I just wish I could do more. He keeps assuring me I'm doing enough."

We were far from the house behind a large water storage tank. The old man grabbed me to him, held me without saying a word and gently, then more passionately kissed me. I didn't hold back because I'd wanted to kiss the old cowboy ever since I got there. It was terribly exciting for me. I could feel him growing in his Wranglers while he was kissing me. "Why, Mr. Stafford...?" I said laughing.

"Oh, shit! I know, Billy, I apologize. I just wanted to hold a little piece of Bud for a minute, and that part of me down there remembered how special he used to make me feel," he said.

"Mr. Stafford, if we could go into that pump room over there I'd be downright proud and honored if you'd allow this slave to take you, sir," I said.

Mr. Stafford looked down at me, looked me in the eyes, and spoke gently. "What about your master, Son? He trusts you, and he's a guest in my home."

"He gave his unqualified approval several nights before we reached your ranch. I've reminded him of his approval and asked again if he approved. After the fourth time, he ordered me not to ask again. Each time he'd tell me he thought it was a good idea. The last time I asked he told me to tell you, offering his slave is his gift to say thanks for your hospitality."

"That's very nice of him, but are you sure you'd like to take this old man, Son?" he asked.

"Nothing would bring me greater pleasure right now than to be your slave for a few minutes so one day when I join my uncle I can tell him, "Hey, Uncle Bud, for a few minutes, I was that big cowboy's slave, too. He gave me the honor of taking him," I said. The tears gathered in Ben Stafford's deep set, dark blue eyes.

"I'd be fucking proud for you to tell him that, Son. Come on, let's make sure you can," he said. Ben Stafford led me by the hand to the pump room. After we got there I looked him up and down as he slowly undid his big rodeo belt buckle, unbuttoned the top button, unzipped his Wranglers, reached into his pants and pulled out his big uncircumcised cock and beautiful set of low hanging balls. I marveled at what a fine, well kept, older man he was. Ben Stafford was all man, a cowboy, from his head to those big fucking boots he wore that made my mouth water. I laughed to myself about Uncle Bud and I talking about Mr. Stafford's cowboy boots. Hell, Uncle Bud was right, there oughta' be a law.

I fell to my knees and started cleaning them big boots of his and heard a deep, sigh from Mr. Stafford like he was about to partake of a favorite dessert he hadn't had in a long time. I got one boot pretty clean and started on the other. It was a little dirtier, but I worked on it until it was as clean as the other. I found his waiting hand, I gently kissed the back and placed it against my forehead. I heard his deep, booming, bass voice order me: "Rise, good slave, and show your master your love." His big arms were waiting, and I didn't hesitate. I rarely have been kissed as special as Ben Stafford kissed me. I fell to my knees. He was hard as a rock when he kissed me. I licked and cleaned his balls and heard him order me to start making love to his cock. I started in cleaning, licking, and making proper love to the big man's fuck stick. Then I heard him honor me, "You may take me, Slave."

Mr. Stafford had a longer foreskin than I experienced on any other man and it invited me to get my tongue in there and taste the big man's flavors. I wasn't disappointed. He tasted like a big man should. I didn't pull his foreskin back because I wanted to enjoy taking that big thing down my throat and making him feel good. I had a feeling I could suck on him all day, and while it would make him feel wonderful, it wouldn't be until I pealed his foreskin back over the head, took two or three good hits, then he would honor me with his hot cowboy cream. I sucked on the big cowboy for fifteen or twenty minutes until he ordered me to take him. He reached down and pealed it back. I gently moved his hand away, replaced it with mine and held his lose skin back as I began to fuck him deep in my throat. Mr. Stafford began to move his hips in a motion to fuck my mouth and throat. He placed his big hand behind my head to hold it steady as he took over. I relaxed my throat and took his big cock further and further as he unleashed his animal lust to savagely face fuck his slave.

He was relentless in his thrust. With each stroke he'd get a little more down my throat until he had almost all of it down me. Then he left it there to deep fuck my throat. He would pull out about three to four inches and slam it back down my throat 'til finally my lips were slamming against his lower stomach where his big cock was attached. He worked to get it all down my throat and now he was enjoying his prize. He felt so damn good using me like my mouth was a pussy only for his satisfaction.

"Sorry, Slave, you're not gonna' get to taste this old master's come, 'cause I'm about to shoot it deep down your throat. Feel that, Son. Feel my cowboy cock gettin' bigger in that tight little throat. Yeah. Here it comes, Cowboy." I could feel his come traveling down his big cock to shoot deep in my throat. He held my head locked tight against his belly, his entire manhood slammed into my throat and emptied volley after volley of his good, hot, cowboy cream into my stomach. The old man almost blew my head off he shot such a huge load of come down my throat. I got to taste a little of him as I dutifully cleaned him. He tasted like an old cowboy should; of leather, horses, hay, fresh moan grass, meadow muffins and his own wonderful male scent. I swallowed the last of the big cowboy as he reached down and pulled me up to his chest and kissed me hard.

"Best I ever had, Slave. You're a credit to your uncle and that big mean looking master you're riding with," he complimented me.

"Thank you, Master Ben, for letting me catch you and honoring me with your come, sir. Thank you for using me like a slave should be used by a master, sir. It was indeed an honor a privilege for this slave to take you, and I love you for allowing me to please you, sir," I said. He grabbed me and hugged me again.

"You can't know what it meant to me, Son. For one brief moment to own a slave again. I love you for giving me that, Billy, and your generous master for his gift,"he said and gently kissed me again.

We strolled out further into the pasture then started back as the sun was beginning to start its descent into evening. Mr. Stafford was full of questions. Sometimes pretty personal questions. A master has that right.

"That cod piece on your Master's leather pants is hot, but is that a patch covering his ass on his leather pants?" he asked.

"Yes, sir, Master Ben, it has four snaps so his slave can remove it to service him without having to take off his leather pants. That patch has fascinated and turned me on from the first night he invited me to share his bed. It still fascinates me," I said.

"Does he require you to clean him, Son?" he asked.

"Yes, sir, he does, but I begged him to train me, Mr. Stafford. My master was patient with me and once I let go, I was hooked. Now, I can't get enough. I probably drive my master crazy. I'm all the time sniffing around his rear. I follow him to the head." Mr. Stafford laughed.

"Yeah, your uncle insisted on doing that for me. I didn't ask him to, it was something he needed and had to have. He was like you, he couldn't get enough of my old, cowboy hole. I loved him so much I wouldn't have denied him anything. Damn, he felt good when he got way up in there with his tongue and cleaned me good. I have to admit, Son, I got to where I loved it. I still get hard thinking about it." I was silent for a long moment and spoke softly to him.

"If circumstances were different, Master Ben, it would be a great honor for me to clean your hole for you. I never met another man I could say that about other than my master. I know you'd taste wonderful," I said. Big Ben Stafford laughed and put his arm around me and pulled me close. We walked back toward the barn with his big arm around me, and I never felt closer to a man in my life than I did big Ben Stafford at that moment.

"Tell me about your cousins. They're both Billy Gunns, too?" he asked.

"Yes, sir. I prayed for more family, 'cause I lost most of mine, and by chance, my master and I stopped in this bar in Bakersfield and there they were," I explained.

"Are they together, Son?" Mr. Stafford asked not wanting to intrude or have me break a confidence. I told him the truth about Boots being straight and raising his boy who my master says is a natural slave. He's so much in love with his dad and begs him to make him his slave. Boots can't make up his mind; however, Master Red and I are working on him. I'm the only other man Boots has been with and I told Mr. Stafford, Boots definitely had talent, a lot of talent. I took one finger of each hand and held them apart to show him just how much talent Boots had. The old man roared with laughter.

"The first time Sonny saw you on horseback he had to run to the loft and jack-off he thought you were so hot. I had to agree with him, Mr. Stafford," I said. The big cowboy laughed even harder.

"I wish't Ben Jr. and I could be closer. You don't know how I long to hold him sometimes, Cowboy. I've stiff armed him all these years, 'cause I was afraid he'd see my other side and hate me."

"Mr. Stafford, would it be too bold of me to tell you Sonny and I are almost certain Ben Jr. wants the same thing. Uncle Bud was sure when we were here before and Ben Jr. has opened up a little to me. He worships you Mr. Stafford. I told him on the way out of the rodeo yesterday that his feelings for you weren't wrong. He's so envious of Sonny and Boots' relationship he's ask all sorts of questions. If we find out for sure and he opens to Sonny or me do you want to know about it? I'm not trying to play matchmaker here, Mr. Stafford, these situations are best left to the individuals, but it's a shame two men who love each other like you and Ben Jr. do, ain't closer. Have you ever stopped to consider he might need you to love him that way?"

"You make a lot of sense, Youngster. Let me think about it. I'd like to talk with your master and get his take on the situation. I'm impressed Booger Red is a sensible man," he said.

"He is that, Mr. Stafford, and a Hell of a lot more. It's good you want to talk with my master about it. He won't bullshit ya' none. He'll tell ya’ what he really feels. He's thrilled with Boots and Sonny. He accepts them as his family, too."

We got back to the barn and Ben Jr. had a couple of roping ponies saddled up. He wanted to do a little roping before dinner. I excused myself and Mr. Stafford went to the barn where he saw my master tinkering with our bikes. He talked to Master Red for a few minutes, Red wiped his hands and followed Mr. Stafford. They walked out into the pasture together.

"You're a lucky man, Red, to have that kid for your slave," Ben said to my master. It was the first time Ben opened up to Red. Red was pleased the big man thought enough of him to share a few things with him in confidence.

"You don't know how many times a day I thank God for Cowboy, Ben. The better part of what I am today as a man or master is because of that kid. Aside from being some of the hottest sex I ever experienced, he's just a damn good kid, and he chose an ugly old man like me to love and be his master," Booger said.

"Well, I can tell you this, Red, he worships you. He thinks you're the greatest thing since sliced bread."

"Tell me, Ben, did my slave please you?" Booger asked.

"God yes, Red, he was wonderful. How did you know?" Ben asked.

"The kid’s boot crazy. All I had to do was look chore' boots. First time I seen 'em clean since we got here," Booger said with a grin. The two men shared a laugh.

"He was so good, I can't thank you enough for your generosity. It was a nice thing to do, Booger, and I'll treasure the memory for a long time. He took me in the pump room over there and made me feel like a master again. He's a credit to you as a master, Red. He worked his ass off to please me, to make you proud of him, and to insure your gift was the finest his master had to offer. Your gift was not only fine, it was a treasure, and this old man's grateful; you can't know what it meant to me. Cowboy and I struck up an unspoken mutual admiration when he and Bud stopped by when they were roping at the Stampede. Holding that kid transported me thirty years back in time to when I held Bud close and he was my slave," Mr. Stafford shared with Booger.

"You know Cowboy's dad told him Bud was his real father?"

"Yeah, he just told me a while ago, and I ain't recovered yet. I'm happy for them."

"Yeah, Gunn told him and Bud the night before Cowboy went back to boot camp."

"I damn near shit my pants when they came by here, and I saw Billy for the first time. The kid got out of that truck and I stopped dead in my tracks. Son of a bitch! I could a' sworn it was the same kid I loved-on all those years ago, then I saw Bud. The cowboy always could stop my heart and only looked better as he was getting older. Damn, what a man. Shit, I knew something was wrong. Two people can't look that much alike and not have closer blood than second cousins, Red. Just don't happen. Oh, Hell, I don't know that for sure, but I'd guess it's damn rare," Ben added.

"You're probably right, Ben. I knew about it before Cowboy and Bud. J'ever meet Sam Jenkins who was in our division; big, tall cowboy from Wyoming, rode bulls and saddle broncs on the circuit for several years."

"Yeah, I remember him well. Good looking kid. His first year on the circuit was the last year Bud and I rode together."

"Big Gunn, Billy's dad, was wounded pretty bad in Korea. He came back before Bud and later used Bud's sperm to impregnate his wife. He developed some major problems and had to be hospitalized for a while. Gunn was afraid he was gonna' die so he called Sam Jenkins to come to him. Sam rushed to his bedside and Gunn confided in Sam what he done. Gunn’s wife was already dead at the time. He told Sam if he died he wanted Sam to tell Billy and Bud together and have Bud take care of him. Well, Gunn didn't die and Sam forgot about it.

“He didn't remember until he saw Billy when we met him and his uncle at Walker Johnson’s ranch in Glen Rose. Everyone was going on about how he didn't look like Gunn, but he looked just like Bud. It jogged Sam's memory and he told me after the second night I slept with Cowboy. I was stunned as everybody else, but it made sense. I was so proud for Bud. He always wanted a boy but his wife couldn't have no kids, and you know Bud, how fiercely loyal he could be. His kid's the same damn way. That boy decided I was it for him, and he ain't never looked at another man.

"Walker told us exactly why Bud was bringing his nephew to the ranch. He brought Cowboy by Walker's to have the kid bond with another man to cushion the blow of them separating after their year of rodeoing together. Hopefully, one of the good looking scoot bums he invited was going to get to spend a couple of nights in heaven with Bud's nephew, maybe even become a new slave for one of them. They were all good looking men.

“Walker invited about eight of our clan, the best looking ones, who were available masters, and me. Bud asked Walker to invite me. He asked him to tell me he'd like to see me and maybe get together at Walker's. I was thrilled Bud wanted to see me again. I carried a torch for Bud for years. I wouldn't have missed it for the world.

"All those good looking son's of bitches were laughing at me, old ugly, for being there. I wasn't there to compete with them, I was there to see Bud and because Walker invited me. None of us had any idea what the kid looked like. I'm not particularly turned on by young kids, but I have to tell you, Ben, when that kid walked into the room along side his uncle, it got so quiet you could a' heard a mouse fart.

“Billy was the most handsome man any of us bums ever saw in a long time; all decked out in his cowboy duds; took this old man's breath away. He looked just like Bud when we were on the circuit. None of us could believe Billy wasn't Bud's kid, but they assured us Big Gunn was his dad. I was like you, I was so taken by how much he looked like a young Bud, it was hard to take my eyes off him. I wanted to touch him. Deep in my gut I wanted to hold him. To be honest, I was a little ashamed of myself.

"It never entered my mind, with all those good looking men, the kid would even look twice at somebody ugly as me. Well, Ben, old ugly had the last laugh on eight good looking men. The kid chose a beast over beauty. I guarantee you some tears were shed that night, 'cause that beautiful kid didn't pick them. He took one look at me, I took one look at him and I knew he would be going with me.

“Billy walked over to me and gave me a kiss that damn near made me piss my pants, pulled back, looked me in the eyes and said, "Thank you, Master," I've been in love with the kid ever since. Sam Jenkins asked Cowboy why he picked me. He told him, 'cause he feels right.' He blew those guys away. What better, simpler way to express how two men come together and bond. Say's it all – it just fucking feels right," said Booger Red.

"The kid's pretty remarkable. The blow job he gimme' this afternoon got me hungry for more," Ben said.

"He was hoping you'd let him pleasure you. He cleared it with me days before we got here. I got to know you and was hoping you'd let him. It meant so much to him. My slave trainee, Sonny, confided to his master he would die a happy slave if he had your dick stuck in either of his holes," Booger said.

"He's a fine looking kid, too, Booger. Looks just like his old man. They make a handsome pair. Cowboy said you were kind and generous and that's why he loves you. He's right, Red. I'm glad the kid has you for a master and even happier you have such a good slave. I think Bud broke him in well. Bud loved that kid, and to think, he turned out to be his father after all. Amazing! Cowboy told me he and his dad, Gunn, bunk it in every now and then," Mr. Stafford said.

"Oh, yeah! They's tight. I turn him over to Gunn the first night we get there and the night before we leave. It's almost a tradition. I go next door and get me a piece of Gunn's slave. Joe Potter's a fine fuck, a good slave and knows how to treat a master. I enjoy fucking him," Booger said.

"Wish Ben Jr. and I could have something like Billy and his dad. Shit, it just seems so right," Ben said to Booger.

"Tell you what, Ben. I never thought much about men bunking it in with their dads, but all of a sudden I find myself surrounded by the idea. Bud and Cowboy, Gunn and Cowboy, Boots and Sonny, now you and Ben Jr. After being around it for sometime now, I envy the father and son who can put aside their roles and come together to love one another. More men have issues over never feeling loved by their dads and spend the rest of their lives regretting it.

“You should hear Boots go on about his dad being a cold, distant, son of a bitch. He swore he wasn't gonna' be that way with his kid. Boots love'n Sonny didn't make Sonny the way he is. God did. Same's he made you and me. If he made Ben Jr. to have a hanker'n for men, why would you deny yourself or him that joy. You're his dad, Ben. The kid is practically laying it in your lap. It's there if you're not afraid to reach out and take it. I'm convinced it would be the best thing in the world for that boy, I'll tell you that. He needs you, Ben. He needs you to hold him and tell him you love him. He needs you to make a little love to him. He needs to hear how important he is to you."

"Thanks for your honesty, Red. Meeting Boots and Sonny has opened my eyes to some things. Then that remarkable young man you have for a slave hit me pretty hard with some things. Its made me hurt in my gut to see the communication between Boots and Sonny and how happy they seem to be with each other. I want that for Ben Jr. and myself," Ben said. He shook Red's hand then pulled him into hug him. I watched Red and Ben walk back to the house laughing and having a good time with each other. Mr. Stafford called to Ben Jr. and me. He told us to put the ponies away and get cleaned up for supper.

Ben Jr., Sonny, and I were sharing some intimate things and Ben Jr. The big cowboy asked me a couple of pointed questions about Booger and me. Why I was riding with an older man, and why did I seemed so attentive to him? He allowed Booger was one of the meanest, ugly looking older men he ever met. Sonny laughed and I agreed with him.

"If you only knew, Ben..." Sonny smiled at him, "Other'n my dad, Bogger Red's probably the finest man I ever met in my life. He gives me what I need, and I'm honored and proud to serve him any chance I get," he said.

"Yeah? Really? I think I understand. I'm fascinated by those leather pants he wears, and when I'm around him, he..." Ben Jr. stopped and trailed off. We were walking the horses back to the barn.

"At's all right, Ben," Sonny came to the rescue, "he makes my dick drip in my pants when I'm around him. I almost dropped my load a few times when he took me into his arms just to hug me. He has a raw animal attraction about him that pops my cork. Some are turned on by that, others ain't," he said and smiled knowingly at Ben Jr. who nodded and smiled back.

"Yeah, well, I'm definitely one who’s turned on by him," Ben Jr. allowed quietly.

"Ben, you been asking us a lot of personal questions. We don't mind, but are you trying to ask us something? We can't help wonder is maybe you want us to share something with you?" I asked. Ben Jr. was quiet for a while thinking how he wanted to answer. I could see the wheels turning in his brain.

"Yeah, Billy, I am, but I neither know what to ask nor how to ask it," Ben Jr. said quietly

"Would it be easier if we told you our relationships with the men we ride with? Do you think you can handle it even if it's something some other folks might consider unusual?" I asked.

"I don't think I'd have a problem," he replied.

"Okay, Booger Red is my master, Ben. I'm his slave. He owns me. I was given to him to be his slave by my dad in a ceremony in front of our biker family of about three hundred people. I acknowledged Master Red's right to own me and for him to become my master by signing my name to a contract. My only purpose, as his slave, is to take care of him and to pleasure him whenever he wants, to provide him with the comfort of my body at the snap of his finger. Whichever hole my master chooses to use, I make ready for him immediately. No questions asked. I would never consider withholding sex from my master anytime he wants it. He makes all the decisions for our lives. Sometimes he asks my input, other times he don't. No matter, I would never question any decision he made. I'm working hard to become an extension of him and his life. My Uncle Bud trained me to be a slave because I asked him to," I explained. I paused waiting for a response. Ben Jr. was silent taking it all in.

Sonny spoke up,"My dad's basically straight, Ben, but he allows me to have what I need from him. He's allowed me to suck him off since I was twelve years old. He also fucks me regularly; however, he made me wait until I was eighteen before he’d let me try it with him. I act as a sub for him, but he ain't officially taken me for his slave. I want him to. Nothing would make me happier than to have my old man for my master. There ain't no finer man than my dad. He raised me from a baby by himself. We ain't never had too much, but dad always saw to it we had enough to get by and be comfortable. We had us some tight times, but we got through them because we had each other. None of that mattered, Ben. I had more of one thing a lot of kids never get and that was his love. That was worth more to me than all the toys I didn't get or great clothes to wear. His love was always there. He's never failed to tell me every day of my life he loves me, and he's proud of me. He still does. It's the last thing he tells me before we go to sleep at night just in case he forgot during the day.

"I grew up with a dad who was a close friend, a buddy I could come to with anything, and he never turned away. My dad is a man who cares enough about me to go against his sexual nature to let me have what I need so's I won't try to ask some biker trash who might hurt me. I make him sound like superman. He ain't. Well, that ain't true neither. He's every muther-fucking hero you can think of rolled into one; he's ma' dad. Then again, he's human like the rest of us, but when it comes to me, he always puts me first before his needs. If you stop and think about it, my dad’s essentially been a slave to me all these years, a slave to raising a kid. Don't he deserve to have his son as his slave putting him first before his needs?" Sonny asked.

"I can understand that, Sonny," Ben Jr. said with a tear in his eye. I have to admit to hear Sonny talk about Boots that way made my eyes water a little.

"Cowboy's been generous enough to share his master with me, and I can tell you, Ben, as mean and ugly as Master Red might look, once you've been his slave for a night, he suddenly ain't so ugly no more. In fact, I find him one of the most attractive men I ever met. In the words of ma' brother, Cowboy, he becomes a magnificent beast when he takes me," Sonny sincerely told Ben Jr.

We reached the stables and started brushing down the horses. Ben Jr. threw me a brush. "I don't understand everything you've told me. I have a thousand questions, but since you trusted me enough to lay your cards on the table, I will, too. I'm turned on by all four of you and my dad, too. I'm especially turned on by your master, Cowboy. Your dad, too, Sonny," he said quietly.

"What's wrong with you being turned on by us, Ben?" Sonny asked quietly.

"Well... that would make me a queer, wouldn't it?" Ben Jr. said with disgust.

"Only if you chose to think on yore'self as a queer," I shot back to Ben Jr., "Worse yet, gay. God, I hate that term. You can be what you choose to be. Don't accept thinking of yourself either way. I certainly don't," I said with conviction. It took him a minute to digest what I'd told him. He looked at me and smiled.

"You's about the same age as me, maybe a little older, ain't chu', Ben?" I asked. Ben nodded. "You ever been with a man?" I asked him.

"No, I ain't never. If I went with anyone it would be someone I know and trust like you guys or an older man like your dad or your master, Cowboy. There ain't none around these parts I know of, and I don't want to go to a city to find one. That's why I'm still here on the ranch. I guess I love my dad too much. I've been in love with my old man ever since I can remember. Is it wrong, Billy, for me to dream about having sex with my dad?" Ben Jr. asked.

"Well, I don't know if it's wrong or not, Ben. I never let it bother me when my old man wants to crawl into my ass and tear himself off a big-old piece of buckaroo butt. It might be wrong in some folks eyes, but it shore' 'nuff feels mighty damn good to this cowboy when my old man's way up inside me root'n around to get his'self the best parts of my buckaroo butt what make him feel the best. Ask Sonny," I told him laughing. Sonny had his arm up across his mouth, laughing his ass off at me talking about my dad.

"Me, neither," said Sonny, "No guilt. My old man's fucked me so many times I done lost count. Well, Hell, if'n you consider he's been fucking me an average of three to five times a week since my eighteenth birthday, I'm twenty-one now, you do the math. Just when I think he can't get no better, the son of a bitch throws a fuck in my ass what makes me walk like a ninety year old man with the rickets. I keep a damn hard-on all the next day and ever' time I have a twinge in my butt it reminds me of him way up there inside me gettin' himself some good stuff. Then I compliment him and tell him it had to be the best damn fuck'n he ever threw in my ass. He always laughs at me and reminds me I said that about the last time he fucked me.

"My old man's so used to fucking me it's like riding his bike or driving a big rig truck. He knows how to steer, how to keep it nice and steady on the open road for the good kind a' long ride he likes to take. He gets the feel of the road and knows when to give it more gas, when to shift into low and grind the heavy gears to start his rig moving up the hill. He starts slowly and I know he's gonna' get us to the top. He always does. I can feel his motor running hot. Those fuck'n big hot boots of his double clutching, jam'n them fucking gears deep in my ass as we near the crest. I can almost smell the diesel fumes from his body as the beast within both driver and my big rig ass feels the relief of reaching the summit about to crest. His expert driving has brought his rig to the apex. My old man slams it into overdrive to make damn sure he gets himself and his rig over the top.

"His hot, sweaty body, starts vibrating to the same frequency as his rig; he feels it shudder underneath him as all Hell breaks loose in him and me. He stomps my come trigger with his big heavy black biker boot and makes me feel like gears and guts, bells, and banjos, cabbage graters and trombones, are being ripped out of my body through my cock. I can feel him filling my ass up with his seed, his hot dad cream, his biker baby batter what made me. He pumps it into me as his gift for me to make mine; to absorb him within my gut; to become even more a part of him; to become an extension of him; his son, his slave. Then he takes me in his arms, makes sweet love to me, tells me how much he loves me and how proud of me he is for staying with him over the long haul. My old man and me, well, we've hauled some ass in our time together. If you want the short version, my dad knows how to play my body like a country fiddle at a barn burning," Sonny giggled and smiled at Ben Jr.

"Wait a minute, Sonny!" I interjected, "I thought you told me he made you whistle like a pig," I winked at Sonny.

"Yeah, that too, but that's only to get him in the mood," Sonny laughed. So did Ben Jr. who had a wet spot in his Levis the size of a silver dollar from Sonny's hot analogy of his old man as a long haul truck driver. Did it for me, I had a bigger wet spot than Ben Jr. I looked down at it, looked up to see Ben Jr. smiling at me and winked at him.

"You had sex with your dad, Cowboy? Which one, your Uncle Bud or the dad who raised you?" Ben Jr. asked.

"Both. Uncle Bud was training me to be his slave the last time we were here," I replied.

"Damn!" Ben Jr. said quietly.

"So, obviously I don't think it's wrong, but I guess a lot depends on the father and son. I would never break a confidence, like what you shared with us, but let me ask you this, what makes you think your old man wouldn't understand?" I asked.

"Oh, God, Cowboy. You know him, he's all man, a man of the West, the last cowboy. He just wouldn't understand. If I told my dad I even thought I might be gay, he'd call me a queer and a cocksucker. He'd personally pack my shit, throw me out the font gate, lock it, and throw away the damn key. I'd never see my dad again. I love my old man too much to chance it, and when I tell you I love him, I mean it," Ben Jr. declared.

"That's funny, I can't understand why you'd think that about your dad. He didn't call me no queer or faggot this afternoon when I sucked him off in the pump room," I said, “As a matter of fact, he pulled me up to him, kissed me hard, thanked me, and told me it was the best damn blow-job he's had in many a year,” I finished. Ben Jr. looked at me in disbelief, his jaw dropped, and he turned stark white. Sonny wasn't expecting me to be so shockingly open with Ben Jr. He sucked in air as he raised his close fist to his mouth. Then Sonny broke up laughing and feigned indignation.

"Why, you no good, rotten, low-life, son of a bitch!" Sonny went after me laughing, "you mean to tell me you had that hot, good looking, aged, piece of prime, grade-A, cowboy beef down your throat this afternoon; Ben's dad?" Sonny asked. Sonny couldn't stop laughing. "Only you, Cowboy, only you," he grinned from ear to ear.

Thank God for Sonny. He was making light of something that might otherwise have been devastating to Ben Jr. and at the same time showed him how much each of us thought of his dad. Sonny wanted Ben Jr. to know Mr. Stafford cranked his motor, too.

"Shore' as Hell did," I barked forcefully back at Sonny, "and I gotta' tell ya', Ben, your old man honored me with some of the best tasting cowboy cream I ever done sucked out of a man. Damn good stuff! Beefy! Stout and hearty, just like him. He didn't call me no cocksucker, neither. He gave me a big-old hug and a kiss, told me I was a good slave, a credit to my master and for me to thank my master for his gift. I even got to pay homage to them big dirty boots of his, licked them big suckers clean for him, I did." I looked at Ben as I was talking and winked at him. "My master knows I love your old man, Ben. He knows I think the world of him, and gave me to him for his use to say thanks for his hospitality."

"Can I tell you something?" Ben Jr. asked.

"Lemme' guess," Sonny answered without breathing, "You take your old man's boots out of his closet when he ain’t around and jack off while sniff'n and licking 'em clean," Sonny finished smiling and knowingly raised an eyebrow at Ben Jr. Ben Jr. didn't answer, he didn't have to, he was turning beet red.

"Ben, – BEN! Cowboy and I been there. We've done the same damn thing. Why do you think my old man's boots are so clean and polished? You think he does it his'self? How do you think he got the name, 'Boots'? Since I was six or seven years old I made up my mind I was gonna' make damn sure my daddy had the cleanest, best looking pair of boots of any biker riding in our group. Why do you think Master Red's boots are clean every day? That's a slave's job to take care of his old man's boots. It also happens to be one Hell of a turn on. After all these years of cleaning and polishing my dad's boots, I still get a hard-on every time I do it. I jack off just sniffing 'em. His smell mixed with the leather. Woah! Now, don't stand there and tell me you ain't never done it," Sonny challenged and laughed.

Again, Ben Jr. didn't answer but his smile and the blood flow to his face told Sonny and I all we needed to know.

"Tell us Ben?" I asked him laughing,"How many times you done it?"

"I lost count, Cowboy; hundreds of times, I guess," he said honestly shaking his head in shame. Sonny and I laughed and patted him on the back.

"See, Kid, you ain't alone. Y'ain't the only one what's done them things. Every man out there who has a need to become a slave to another man will tell you the same damn thing. I probably shouldn't have opened up to you as blatantly as I done, Ben, 'cause it ain't my place to play matchmaker between you and yore' dad, but you wanted to know about me'n Sonny and we been honest with you. You have been with us. Now, we can pretend this conversation never happened, or if we play our cards right you could be sucking your old man's cock by tonight, and lemme' tell you h'it's a mighty fine cock to suck – mighty fine; big and juicy with lots of skin to bury your tongue with. Lemme' talk with him, Ben.

"Don't repeat this but my Uncle Bud was your dad's slave for six years on the circuit until Mr. Stafford decided he wanted to get married and have his-self a family. He loves you, Ben. He told Uncle Bud, he's told me, and he's told my master how much he loves you. You're the apple of his eye. He can't show you much love, 'cause he's like my old man was for years. He's afraid if'n you know his other side you might turn away from him. His love for you is like no other, Ben. It would kill him if'n you turned away from him. He didn't let you go to college, not because he couldn't afford it or he needed you here, he admitted to Uncle Bud and me, that was all fabricated bullshit. Truth was, he called himself 'the most selfish man on Earth' 'cause he didn't want you to be away from him that long. He told us he thought he'd go crazy without you.

"He's in love with you, too, Ben. When are the two of you gonna' wake up and stop wasting the precious time you have with your dad. You ain't gonna' have him forever, Ben. Look how young my Uncle Bud was when he dropped dead. He was younger than your dad. I never got to tell the man I loved most in my life, my beloved uncle, my biological father, my master, goodbye and tell him how much I loved him. You just never know.

“You could become a slave to that good looking cowboy; satisfy yore' need to serve your dad like you really want to and the way he'd love to have you serve him. He knows about me and Uncle Bud. I don't know how many times he's said to me he wish't he could have something with you like I had with Uncle Bud. He knows Master Red's my owner. Your dad owned my uncle many years ago. My Uncle Bud still loved your dad as much as ever 'til the day he died. Trust me, Ben. Let me talk to him."

"No, I don't think so, I'd be too embarrassed," he said.

"Okay, we won't say a word, but you have to give me your oath as a cowboy anything we've shared with you this evening is not to be repeated."

"I promise, as a cowboy, this conversation never happened," Ben Jr. said.

"And while you're lying there jacking off alone in your bed tonight thinking about how good them big hot boots he wears would taste with his feet in them, dreaming how his big cock would feel down your throat and how far you could take him to pleasure him the most, wondering how his cream might taste, or how it would feel if he was using your ass like a stallion fucks a mare, getting himself some good stuff way up there inside you, the feeling you might experience, knowing you're giving it up to him; knowing you're being what he needs; knowing you're pleasuring your master; he's giving you what you need by taking from you what he needs; you shoot, and you're still lying there alone wondering if it might have been different, if you'd only,— " I made Ben Jr. start crying. Sonny grabbed him and pulled Ben to him. I went to him and put my arms around the two of them.

"I'm sorry, Ben, that was cruel of me. We know how afraid you are, but if you'd only trust us, it would turn out all right, I promise. Why do you think I told you these things about your dad. In a way, I'm betraying a man who loves me and thinks the world of me. I could lose one of the finest men in my life. If you come together, you must not tell him we shared these things with you. He would never trust me again. I'm willing to gamble the loss of a friend, a man I consider next to God, my master and my dad in importance to me. That man is your dad, Ben. Your dad is a loving and understanding man who wants nothing more than to hold you in his arms and make a little love to his boy." About that time my master walked up to gather us for dinner.

"Is this only for younger men or can a butt ugly old master get a hug here?" my Master asked joking. Sonny and I parted and made way for him. Red surprised the shit out of Sonny and me. He took Ben Jr. in his arms, looked him in the eyes, and spoke softly but forcefully to Ben Jr. "Kiss this master like you want to be his good slave and please him, Son. Show this master your love," Booger growled at Ben Jr. in his deep gravelly voice. Sonny and I almost pissed our pants it was so hot. We watched as Booger moved his mouth slowly toward Ben Jr.'s.

Something clicked in Ben Jr. and he met Red's kiss. Booger gently kissed him on the mouth waiting for him to give himself to a master. Ben Jr. opened the flood gates. He started kissing Red gently but felt years of pint up longing boiling up inside him. He began to kiss my master with considerable passion. It was a powerfully emotional moment for Ben Jr. Tears were running down his face. They broke off their kiss and Red held him tightly like he'd held me so many times, winked over his shoulder at me and Sonny as we watched Ben Jr.'s body jerk and spasm in my master's arms as he came in his Wranglers.

Ben Jr. was embarrassed to the max. He knew we knew what happened. Booger only held him tighter refusing to let him go. Then Ben really started sobbing. Red wasn't about to let the young man go. He needed to feel the strength only my master could give him. We put our arms around him too and helped my master calm him. I told him not to be ashamed, I'd done the same damn thing when my master kissed me. 'Course I didn't tell him about my Mick Jagger lips.

"He ain't the only one, Ben," spoke Sonny, "first night I met Master Red, he gave me a kiss, and I dumped my load just like you done. I was embarrassed, too. He just laughed with me. He understood. He's a fine master, Ben. One of the best."

"Shuuu, – there, there, Son. Nothing to fret about. It's a compliment to a master he's turned you on enough to drop your load in his arms. Put aside your embarrassment and think about what it means to me. Can you imagine how you made this old man feel? An ugly old man at that and a young handsome cowboy found me exciting enough to drop his load while holding him in my arms. Compliments don't get much better'n 'nat, Son. You just made this ugly old man feel like a king. Felt good having a man hold you while you came, didn't it?" Booger Red said firmly.

"Yes, sir, Master Red. It – it was wonderful. It's something I dreamed about. I came so hard I thought I was gonna' pass out," Ben Jr. said.

"It happens, but I had a' holt' a' you. I wouldn't let you go," Booger reassured him.

"Thank you, Master Red," Ben Jr. said softly to my master. Red let him go, I hugged Ben and kissed him behind his ear. Sonny was next to hug him and buss a kiss on his cheek.

"Welcome to the family, Brother," Sonny said seriously.

"Now you men get chore'selves cleaned up for supper. Mrs. Stafford is about ready," Booger ordered.

"Yes, Master Red," Sonny and I said in unison. Ben Jr. grinned.

We followed my master toward the house. Ben Jr. lagged behind with Sonny and me.

"Okay, Cowboy. I'll trust you. After that, what Master Red done for me, I can't go on with things like they are. I'd rather take the chance of dad kicking me out."

"He ain't a' gonna' kick you out! Don't chu' worry none, you won't be sorry, Ben. I promise," I said as Sonny comforted him.

I motioned for Red to go on and he smiled. He knew Sonny and I were up to something. I motioned them both into a stall.

"Watch what I do and remember it, Ben. It's important. Sonny you're the master. Got that Ben? Sonny's playing the part of my master."

"Uh-huh" replied Ben. I fell to my knees in front of Sonny.

"Master, may I have the honor of paying homage to your boots, sir?" I asked.

"Permission granted, Slave," Sonny replied with his voice lowered an octave. I tried not to giggle as I kissed each of his boots and found his hand waiting. I took it, kissed the back, and put it to my forehead. Sonny responded.

"Rise Slave, and show your master your love," he said. Sonny was surprised when I jumped up and kissed him. He giggled.

"Can you remember that, Ben? It's simple enough. Need to see it again?" I asked.

"No, no, I can remember. Is that how you greet your master?" he asked.

"Any master, Ben, almost ever' time. Reminds us who we are in relation to who our master is and what's expected of us."

"Damn, that's wonderful," he said with his voice trailing off in thought.

* * * * * * *
We had another wonderful meal Mrs. Stafford made. I thought a lot of Mrs. Stafford. She was very much in love with her big cowboy husband. I never doubted Mr. Stafford was in love with her, too. He was gentle with her and constantly showing her affection. Ben Jr. didn't say much through supper. He seemed at ease and would smile at Sonny and me. He asked where we were going next. Booger told him we weren't sure. He told him I had a cowboy buddy in Ten Sleep, Wyoming I wanted to look up. Big Ben noticed his son was not as quiet and seemed to have a glow about him. He never saw his son look more handsome. "You feeling all right, Son? You look a little flushed," Big Ben asked.

"No, I'm okay, Dad. I'm a bit tired but not exhausted; kind of a good tired you might say. I took care of that stuff you wanted me to do in the barn today. Sonny and Cowboy gimme' a hand. We got it done in no time; then, Cowboy and I rodeoed pretty hard this afternoon. I know tonight's their last night. I guess I'm kind of sad to see 'em go. They been good company. I've enjoyed them being here," Ben Jr. said.

"Your mother and I have, too, Son," Big Ben said as he pushed back his chair from the table and stood up, "Come here, Son," Big Ben said motioning to his son.

Ben Jr. looked puzzled as the big man threw his arms around his oldest son, the only child he had left living at home, and hugged him. "I love you, Boy. Yore' momma tells me I don't tell you enough. I thought about it today and had to admit, she's right. Your mother usually is," Ben Stafford said to his handsome son.

"I love you, too, Dad, and thanks, I appreciate you telling me. Means a lot, Dad," Ben Jr. excused himself to go to the restroom.

"That was sweet of you, Ben," said Mrs. Stafford, "You don't show that boy enough affection. He needs to know you love him and appreciate him. He works his butt off around here to please you. He thinks you take him for granted and don't appreciate him very much."

"Well, I guess you're right, Sweetheart, but he always seemed to be the strongest and never seemed to like me hugging or kissing him. I'll admit I don't show him much affection. I just stopped. I didn't think he wanted me to. He's pretty damn independent. As far as loving him, that boy carries my name, Sally, and you know I'm proud of him. As parents, we're not supposed to love one kid more'n another, but I never could help it. I've always loved him more than the others. You know that. I've been afraid to show too much love to him, 'cause I's afraid he'd misinterpret it and hate me. Then I felt guilty about the other kids and overcompensated. I showered them with love and never thought it might upset Ben Jr. Shit, as I think about it, I guess I failed him as a father," Mr. Stafford said quietly shaking his head.

"No, you ain't, he worships you, Ben. That's why he's never left home or never got married. Can't you see that?" Mrs. Stafford surprised me. She was a sharp woman. She impressed the four of us, but no one said a word. Big Ben shot a glance at me to see my reaction. I just kept eating my dessert. Ben Jr. returned to the table and joined us for coffee and dessert. Sonny and I began to talk with Ben Jr. about what rodeos he and his dad attended. He was more at ease than either of us saw him since we arrived. Even Red and Boots commented on it later. The evening came to an end. We thanked Mrs. Stafford for another wonderful meal and thanked Ben for everything.

"You guys gonna' be up for a while? It's your last night here, and I'd like to hear some of your yarns. I like to hear Cowboy sound exactly like his uncle. How, 'bout it, son? You too tired to join us in the barn?" Ben asked his boy.

"Naw, sir, Dad. Their last night here, I'd love that," he replied.

"Yeah, Ben. We never go to sleep right away. You and Ben Jr. join us. Cowboy tells me you can tell a few, too. We ain't never got to hear you tell one," Booger said. Ben laughed and told us they would join us in a little while. The four of us walked out toward the barn. It was a beautiful summer night with a full moon. You could see every star in the heavens. Red had his arm around my shoulder and was silent. Boots put his arm around his handsome son and pulled Sonny close to him.

"Now, which one of you's gonna' tell me what you two rapscallions been up to?" Boots demanded. Boots was every bit as sharp as my old man. He knew something was going on.

"Nothing much, Dad. Master Red figured out what Ben Jr., Cowboy, and me were talking about, 'cause he caught us in a group hug. He hugged and kissed Ben Jr. Ben Jr. got so turned on by Master Red he shot his wad in his Wranglers," Sonny drawled. Boots started laughing and couldn't stop. He got us laughing.

"Is that true, Red?" Boots asked.

"Your kid don't lie, Boots. I've learned that about him. I'd trust anything what comes out of that boy's mouth. You can trust my cowboy, too. He ain't never lied to me," Booger assured him.

"Well, we've been right all along. Where's it going from here?" Boots asked.

Booger responed, "Well, I've learned something else, – let my slave take the lead. He's got some folks looking over his shoulder we can't see, and they tell him what to do. Let's us be well met and tell stories. I wouldn't be afraid to hold Sonny close if'n I was you, Boots. I plan to hold my cowboy while he talks like his uncle. Except I'm beginning to think he ain't talking like his uncle so much as that's the way the cowboy's natural story telling voice is gonna' sound like. It ain't his uncle, it's him."

We got comfortable and heard Mr. Stafford and Ben Jr. yell up to us. "You guys up there?"

"Yeah, you men come on up, and sit a spell," hollered my Master. The two handsome men joined us and unrolled their sleeping bags. Big Ben kind of looked at me funny, 'cause I was lying with my head up against my master's chest. Boots was propped up against a bale of hay. Sonny was lying on his back with his head in his dad's lap. Boots was mindlessly playing with Sonny's hair.

"Had this for a while," Big Ben held up a bottle of Southern Comfort, "thought I'd bring it out and we can pass it around. It might oil up the story telling machine," he said and handed the bottle to Booger.

"How'd you know it's my favorite, Ben?' he asked.

"It was Bud's favorite," Mr. Stafford said quietly with respect for the two men's love for my uncle. I looked over at Ben Jr. to see if he picked up on that. He did, and I winked at him. He smiled.

"Good point, Ben. Good call. Thanks," Booger took a pull on the bottle and passed it to Boots. Masters drink first. Boots took a pull, remembered his training and passed it to Big Ben. He took a swig and passed it to me. It finally came to Ben Jr., and he didn't know whether to or not.

"It's okay, Son, go ahead-on. You're with me. Your old man will take care of you," Mr. Stafford said. I was pleased by Mr. Stafford's understanding, protective statement to Ben Jr. My master jabbed me in the back, like, 'Did ju' hear that?' Mr. Stafford was sitting with his back to a bale of hay and Ben Jr. was sitting next to him but not touching.

"Let me say, we've really enjoyed having you men stay with us. Boots, Red, Sonny, I've had a good time getting to know you. I can see the family resemblance between Bud, Cowboy, you and Sonny. Not looks wise but attitudes and personality. Wouldn't you say, Booger?" Mr. Stafford asked.

"Definitely. Just think, you got three Billy Gunns sitting here. Two of 'em are thirds. That don't happen too often," Booger replied.

"Sonny," Big Ben continued, “you're a fine young man, and your dad should be proud of you. You've pitched in to help around here and have fine manners. You're respectful and courteous. Couldn't ask for much more in a kid, Boots," Mr. Stafford said.

"I'm kind a' proud of the little shit, Mr. Stafford," Boots said and grinned.

"Awwww..." went Sonny as his dad pinched him. "Ouch! Thanks, Dad! I needed that." Boots howled with laughter.

"Cowboy? Tell us a story. There's something about your story telling what calms the nerves," Mr. Stafford said.

I told a story about Uncle Bud and me when we went fishing one time on the lake. I'd caught a wide mouth bass, a big one, and Uncle Bud was trying to get a net under it. He lost his balance and we both went over, boat, and all. We almost drowned, not because we couldn't swim, but because we were laughing so hard we kept swallowing water.

My master told a story that was a good spooker; about a phantom he saw on a road in the back roads of Southern California. Boots told a story about him and Sonny having to get out of a town real quick, 'cause the sheriff's daughter came up pregnant. She took a shine to Sonny who was never with her, but she told her dad Sonny was the father. Boots, Red, and I laughed. So did Sonny.
Mr. Stafford knew the joke and laughed but didn't comment. I saw him watching Ben Jr. closely.

By that time, Sonny was lying against his dad's chest and Boots had his arms around him holding him. Booger had his arms around me holding me. It was like it was the most natural thing for them to do. Ben passed the Comfort around again, and everyone drank a pull. I could see a longing in Mr. Stafford's eyes and the hunger in Ben Jr.'s eyes. So close but so far apart.

"Will you tell us about you and your buddies in Nam, Cowboy?" Mr. Stafford asked quietly. My Master poked me in the back again in approval.

"May I tell the full story, Mr. Stafford?" I asked respectfully.

"It's time, Son," he looked me in the eyes as he spoke, and I knew what he meant, "that's why I asked you to tell your story. That is, if'n it won't cause you a lot of pain."

"It will always cause me pain, Mr. Stafford, but what my master has taught me is to learn to not let the pain get the best of me. It can be managed like anything else in life."

"You have a fine master, Cowboy. I'm glad you brought him to meet us."

"Thanks, Mr. Stafford, I think he's pretty special," I said. I turned to Booger and spoke, "Will it bother you to hear this story again, Master Red?" I asked concerned for him.

"No, not at all. I know and you know who owns you, that's all that matters," Booger replied. I watched as Ben Jr. wiped away a tear so his dad wouldn't see. The old man was sharper than that and watched his son closely out of the corner of his eye.

I began and left nothing out. Boots and Sonny were in tears, so was Mr. Stafford and Ben Jr. Even Booger was choking back tears. I wasn't crying. I was fine. I was detached like I was the narrator of a story on television. I finally got to the part about Dan Yates, Buck's dad, being at my home when I got back from Nam. I told of his pain for never having bridged the gap in loving his son, how Buck longed to hold his dad and express his love. The fears that both expressed to me and their last night together in Tucson when Buck told his dad, "Fuck it, Dad! Kiss me and don't be afraid."

That did it. Big Ben Stafford looked at his son, held out his arms to him and Ben Jr. was in them in a flash. They cried together. Mr. Stafford put his hand under Ben Jr.'s chin, raise his face to look at him, and kissed him gently on the mouth. Ben Jr. didn't pull away and returned his dad's kiss with passion and desire. Big Ben responded in kind. We sat for several minutes not saying a word as Ben Jr. sobbed his heart out in his old man's arms. Mr. Stafford was soothing him and shedding a tear himself from time to time. Finally he spoke to his son. "Think Cowboy's trying to tell us something with his story, Son?" he asked tenderly.

"Yes, sir. I don't want that to happen to us, Dad. I love you too damn much," Ben Jr. said.

"I'm so sorry, Son, I ain't shown you the love you needed all these years. H'it weren't chore' fault. I's a goddamn coward. I was so afraid you'd turn away from me. It's the real reason I didn't send you off to college. I couldn't have lived that long without you by my side. I would've gone crazy without you. You're the light of my days and the stars by night, Son. I was a stupid old man. I thought you knew how much I love you. Your mother, God love her, is sharper than I am. We got Cowboy, Master Red, Boots, and Sonny to thank for getting us to drop our shields. Bottom line Son, I need you and I need your love," he said.

"I love you so much, Dad, I hurt for you sometime, for the touch of your hand or a pat on my back, or your smile when I've pleased you," Ben Jr. said.

This was making a big impact on Boots and Sonny. They were emotionally moved by what they were witnessing. Boots was clinging to Sonny like he was a life raft.

"I know how your dad feels, Ben," Boots spoke to Ben Jr. "I don't know if I could go on if some scooter bum took my boy away from me. I been used to loving him for so long I wouldn't want to try to find somebody else to love. I ain't been able to give him what he needs. I ain't made him my slave for that reason. With Cowboy's and Master Red's help, I think I'm coming around to see the light. Seeing you two come together tonight makes me think – " Boots didn't finish, he shook his head.

Ben passed the Comfort around again, and I was beginning to feel it. He stood to take the bottle from Boots to take a swig. He sat on the bale of hay they'd been leaning against and sat there for a minute before passing the bottle to me. The big rancher was looking down at his son. Ben Jr. was looking me straight in the eyes. I snapped my fingers at him and pointed to his dad's boots. He was on his knees in an instant looking only at his dad's big cowboy boots.

"Sir, may I have the honor to pay homage to your boots, Master," Ben Jr. said perfectly. The big cowboy choked up but smiled at me knowingly.

"Permission granted, Slave," Mr. Stafford replied. Ben Jr. lovingly kissed and licked his dad's boots. He found his dad's hand waiting for him. He kissed the back and placed it to his forehead.

"Rise my handsome slave and show your master your love," Mr. Stafford ordered his handsome son. That kid kissed the old cowboy, his dad, like you wouldn't believe. Booger started clapping, then Boots; Sonny and I joined them.

"Well done, Young Man!" My master complimented Ben Jr.

"Thank you, Master Red. If it hadn't been for you, Cowboy, Sonny, and his dad I would’ve never been honest with my dad. I love you all for helping me."

"That goes double for me, Gentlemen," said Mr. Stafford, "You're welcome here anytime."

Red ordered me off with my clothes and Boots did the same with Sonny. I noticed Boots didn't start taking his clothes off right away anymore. He waited until Sonny finished, knelt at his dad's boots and ask if he might help him undress. Boots, in a controlled voice would tell him, "Permission granted, Slave." The way he said it made me think, "My master's good. He's making Boots into a fine master.

I was through undressing and saw Ben Jr. whisper something to his dad. Big Ben smiled real big.

"Well, Son, can't do no harm to ask. Just remember, he's a master, don't forget your manners," Mr. Stafford told his boy.

Ben Jr. walked over to my master and knelt in front of him. "Master Red, to show you my appreciation, sir, may I have the honor of paying homage to your boots?" he asked.

"Well done, Young Man! You ask any master, including your dad, that politely and I promise you'll generally get what you request. You have my permission, Son," Booger replied.

Ben Jr. was on his knees before Red's big biker boots and didn't just kiss them, he started in cleaning them. My master knew he needed what he was doing and why. He finished cleaning both of my master's boots. Booger told him he was satisfied with his cleaning and put his hand down for Ben Jr. He took it and kissed the back and placed it to his forehead. My master spoke softly to him. "Come to my arms, good Slave and show me your love," Red was sitting on a bale of hay and Ben Jr. rose up still on his knees to my master's arms. My master was welcoming a new slave into the world of man-sex. After their kiss, Ben Jr. thanked my master and me for everything.

"Come, Son, get chore’ clothes off. Then you can help your master remove his clothes," Mr. Stafford spoke to his handsome son, "We're gonna' put our sleeping bags together. Your old man's gonna' hold you close and make a little love to you. We got us a powerful lot a' lovin' to do to make up for lost time." His new master led him gently to their bed, lay down with his son and began to make love to him.

That night Ben Jr. got to taste his dad's penis for the first time and if the sounds were any indication of success, Ben Jr. did a good job of pleasuring and bring comfort to his old man. He also got to taste his dad's cowboy cream. He took to cock sucking like a native. He had his dad off in no time and was begging for more. Later he told me it was exactly as I said, wonderful.

I quietly requested permission from my master to undress him. He gave me permission and watched me until I got down to his leather pants and boots. I knew he wanted to keep them on. He was going to use me.

"You are one Hell of a man, Cowboy," my master said softly as he held me in those big tattooed arms of his. "You may be my slave, and a damn good one, too, but my handsome Slave, you're every inch a man. I'm proud to have you ride by my side, Son. You've made this life worth while for me. No matter how much time we have left together, it don't get much better'n 'nis, Cowboy." My master kissed me so tenderly and with such strength, I though I was gonna' lose it. Suddenly, I became aware my asshole was spasming in anticipation of penetration by Master Red's sizable shaft. It began doing something it never did before. It started dripping fluid. I move my hand around to feel. Sure enough it was my asses own lubricating fluids. I laughed a little.

"What's funny, Son." I took his big hand and placed it on my butt.

"Feel my hole with you fingers, Master," I said. I felt him gently feel around my anus, and the next thing I knew, his finger slipped in. I grabbed him and held him tight.

"What's causing that? Did you already lube yore' ass?" he asked.

"You know better’n 'nat, Master. I wouldn't do that. What if you wanted to dry fuck me like you've done many times? I got to thinking about you penetrating me, my ass went crazy in anticipation and it started dripping," I said then added, "It damn well may be the first case of Pavlovian ass."

"I'll be damned! Well, Slave, what are we going to do about it?" Booger asked.

"Booger" I didn't use 'Master' for emphasis, "never doubt I love you with all my heart and respect you as my master but please consider, your slave needs something from his master right this minute what only you can take from me. I'm humbly asking you to consider, sir, it can't wait."

He didn't even ask what it was. Red looked deep into my eyes and felt my need. My master snapped his fingers and I was on a bale of hay in the position as fast as I could. Master Red didn't even check to see if I was lubed properly. I didn't want him to. I wanted him to take me, use me, make me come with him, my master, my beast, my love. Red took me so hard it knocked the breath out of me. I said in a normal voice. "Don't wait for the argument to stop, Master. Tonight, it's yore' ass and it will not argue with the man what owns it. Master, please, sir! Take it away from me. It's there for your use, your pleasure, your comfort, all you want, sir, take it away from me! I love you so damn much my wonderful magnificent beast, make your slave remember how good and hard you took it away from him. When your slave hits a bump in the road tomorrow, he'll look at his master and smile. The pain shooting through this slave's ass will remind him who owns him and why. Please, sir, fuck me hard, now!" I exclaimed.

Booger took only a second to position the big bulbous head of his cock at my backdoor and drove himself into me as deep and hard as he could. I let out a small cry. He didn't wait for my ass to stop arguing with his cock. He started fucking me with hard deep strokes. It hurt like a motherfucker. He knew it, too, but he also knew his slave wouldn't have asked him for it if he couldn't handle it. He was damn sure going to see to it his slave got what he needed. It was exactly what I needed and what I wanted to feel. I needed him to release his beast on me. I needed my master to take me viciously and savagely. At one point the fog of pain lifted, and I was working my butt hard to meet each of his ass ripping, animal thrust. I began babbling not caring who might hear us.

"Oh, thank you, Master! Oh, God, Master Red, you are the best of master's to give your slave what he needs," I complimented my rutting beast.

Red knew exactly what his slave needed, and he was working my ass hard. He knew he'd get his pound of flesh after he once opened me up. The first few minutes he was going to make it as rough, hard, and painful as he knew his slave requested. He knew his slave only too well. His slave needed this occasionally from his beast of a master. He hadn't fucked me so hard and viciously since our sexual war games. Something in me missed that and needed to feel it at that moment. Once again my magnificent beast of a master was taking it away from me, taking it away as only he could, his own unique way of satisfying his primal urge, and I couldn't have loved him more. Booger never miss a stroke. He was fucking me so hard I had to hold on to the end of the bale of hay to keep from being fucked off our platform.

I was transported to a place where I wasn't conscious of anything around. All I could concentrate on was making sure my beloved master had the best entry possible to my slave ass for his pleasure. He was my master, my owner, my love. He had the right to take it away from me, and he was using his property to its fullest. I wasn't aware the others gathered around to watch. I would’ve been even more turned on if I knew. Ben Stafford sat on a bale of hay not far from us and motioned for Ben Jr. to sit in his lap. He wrapped his big hand around Ben Jr's. already hard cock and started to slowly jack him off.

Ben Jr. was fascinated by Red fucking me so viciously and me begging him for more. This was like a new world for him, and he couldn't soak it up fast enough. His dad felt so good slowly jacking Ben Jr’s. dick. He leaned back into his dad and let out a relaxed sigh, turned his head up to Big Ben and kissed him.

My master braced himself with both hands on either side of the hay bale. I threw my arms around his neck, and I began to pull myself to him as tightly as I could. We'd done this rough and rugged ballet so many time he instinctively knew what I was doing. We did this pas de deux many times before. Red locked his arms in place so I was completely off the bale of hay. My feet and legs were locked around his waist, I was clinging tightly to his chest, and I was riding his big horse cock like it was a piston on a Harley.

It was just the right position for him to fuck me the hardest he possibly could. He and I knew, when I took that position there was no turning back. He warned me again and again. Never take that position unless you know you can ride me to the end. He was not kidding with his warning. We both knew I was ready. In one fast movement he moved his hands from the hay bale to lock them around my back so he could lift my angle of entry to a forty-five degree angle. He had me literally bouncing off the base of his cock with each stroke he took. I felt like a rubber ball attached to a long rubber string on a 'bolo bat.'

I could hear a couple of unbelieving exclamations from our audience but didn't break my concentration to ride my beast. I could see out of the corner of my eye Ben Jr. was mesmerized that Booger was fucking me so hard and what was even more astonishing to him, I was loving every minute of it. Finally, my master growled at me he was near. He was going to take it away from me. Big Ben was working his son's cock pretty hard when my master signaled he couldn't hold it no more and for me to shoot after him. I felt my Master start emptying into me, but he didn't stop his savage onslaught into my ass. My ass was trying to bite his raging cock off as I shot six feet over my head to the 'oohs' and 'aahs' from Ben Jr. and Senior.

Sonny's mouth was open and Boots couldn't believe what he just witnessed. Ben Jr. leaned back harder against his old man and shot so hard some landed on me and Master Red. Boots followed Big Ben's lead and was jacking Sonny's cock. He shot right after Ben Jr. and some of his come landed on us. Booger was still hooked up to me, lying on top, panting, and listening to me babble on and on about how my master gave his slave what he needed.

"Thank you, Master Red, for being such a good and understanding master and allowing me to come."

Red did something he usually didn't do. He raised up, found my mouth and kissed me so gently and passionately tears came to my eyes. He was rooting around in me at the same time enjoying a little more of his slave's ass. Ben Jr. and Sonny were speechless. Sonny never witnessed man-sex that rough but he knew, somehow, he had to have that from his dad. His cock wouldn't go down even after shooting a heavy load.

"Get over there and clean them up, Son," Big Ben snapped his fingers and pointed to us, "Use your tongue. That's a good boy."

"You get over there and help him, Slave," Boots barked at Sonny. "Some of that spunk's yours," Boots ordered his boy. They were both on us licking and cleaning. Ben Jr. was licking my Master's leathers and Sonny was licking me.

My master was still rooting around in my ass, fucking me, and I was in a state of post-fuck bliss. I couldn't have been more drained, felt more used, more needed, more wanted, more loved than I was at that moment. I couldn't feel a greater love for my beast and brothers than at that moment. I suddenly realized what Beauty knew all along. Magnificent Beasties give the very best fucks.

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I was sorry to leave the Stafford's. I wondered if I would see them again. I had a warm feeling in my heart because everything worked out between Big Ben and Ben Jr. They spent the night in the barn. Big Ben didn't let his son go all night. Ben Jr. thought he'd died and went to heaven. Ben Jr. became his dad's boot and sex slave. Mrs. Stafford couldn't believe the difference in the love Ben showed for Ben Jr. and how polite and thoughtful Ben Jr. became, not only to Ben but to her as well. His mother only had to mention some chore and Ben Jr. was doing it for her.

Ben Jr. seemed to be much more comfortable around his dad and happy with his dad's efforts to show him more love. His dad would come to the barn to help his son with his chores. There were no barriers between them anymore. He'd stop, grab his son, pull him to his big chest, look him in the eyes and say to him, "I love you so much, Son, but I need you as much as I love you. Show your master your love, Son." And then big Ben would kiss Ben Jr. and hold him tight. Many times Ben Jr. would do as he had with Master Red. He'd drop his load while being surrounded by his dad's big strong cowboy-master arms. It only made his dad love him more.

Mrs. Stafford never knew what was going on between them, but she was happy for the new affection they found for each other. She came to love Ben Jr. all the more. I sometimes wondered about how much Mrs. Stafford knew. That lady was no dummy. She was a devoted wife, mother, and grandmother. She knew her kids. She knew her husband. Ben Jr. showed only respect and love for his dad and worked even harder to please him. Until he became his slave big Ben sort of took his son for granted because Ben Jr. did so much for his dad without complaint. Big Ben discovered and realize the treasure he had in his own boy. Then Ben Jr. reaped the rewards of being a faithful son. His dad became his loving master. Ben Jr. no longer had to love alone.

Mrs. Stafford died about three years after Ben Jr. and his dad became master and slave. Big Ben grieved for his wife for almost a year, and then one evening, over dinner, he ordered his slave to move his shit into his room. His slave would share his bed from then on. They're still together today. Of course, Ben's gotten a little older but is still an active man. Active enough to keep his slave fucked regularly, have his slave suck him off once or twice a day, take his piss, and keep his hole clean.

Then, too, I can't remember seeing so much as a speck of dust or dirt on the big man's boots. Ben Jr. obeys his master without question. The kid loves his master. He shared with me he didn't think too much about big Ben being his dad anymore. His dad whom he knew before, sort of died that evening he knelt in front of his master and paid homage to his boots. He accepts big Ben as his owner and master and that's how he thinks of him today. His slave couldn't be more loved or happier. Today when big Ben calls Ben Jr. 'Son,' his kid knows his master damn well means it.

End Chapter 18 ~ Booger Red & Cowboy
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