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  Bunkhouse Buddies

  By Peter Schutes.

  Smashwords Edition

  Copyright 2017 Peter Schutes

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  INTRODUCTION

  It’s no secret that many men became cowboys because they preferred the company and camaraderie of other rough and tumble men to the gentler life with women. These cowboys lived in groups of six to ten in bunkhouses - housing provided by the ranch owner at no cost or at the cost of lower wages. The function of a traditional bunkhouse was to give a young cowboy an opportunity to find his footing and save money before he settled down and married. Not every cowboy had those particular plans. Many just wanted to be around other cowboys like themselves, confirmed bachelors. Buried deep in the Big Hole River Valley of Montana, the Cock Crow Ranch bunkhouse was entirely made up of lifelong bachelors. When a new cowboy came along, it was never certain if he would “fit in” with the bachelor lifestyle or if he was going to have to find a new ranch with morals more in line with his own. A good fit was rare, but when that cowboy came along, he got to share in a brotherhood unlike any other. --Peter Schutes, 1961 Los Angeles, CA

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  CHAPTER ONE - BUCK

  The sun had nearly set when the Trailways Bus stopped to let off a single passenger in front of Cock Crow Ranch. Mike eyed the new arrival from the top of the trail. He remembered his first night at the ranch so long ago, and decided he would show the new kid some hospitality. He gently kicked Bandit in the side with his heels, and they cantered down the long trail to the highway.

  Buck stepped down from the bus and thought that the driver had made a mistake. The fence ran uninterrupted for as far as the eye could see. This couldn’t be the entrance to a ranch. He turned to question the driver, but only tasted dust as the bus pulled away from the shoulder. Buck was going to need to convert his duffel into a backpack for the endless walk to his new home.

  Cursing under his breath, he threw down the bag and sat on it. He put his head in his hands and waited for frustration to survive. Working when angry only leads to mistakes and regrets.

  Speaking of regrets, he wished he had worn a more recent pair of jeans. These Wranglers were two years old, and although soft and worn, they were too tight through the crotch, ass and thighs, all three of which had grown considerably since he had bought them. The new pair of Lee’s was stiff, but it was a more generous cut, and accommodated all of Buck's bulging parts. He almost missed the tiny speck on the horizon that grew as it approached. Soon he could make out a horse and rider. Buck breathed a sigh of relief and stood.

  The new kid was wrestling with his duffel bag when Mike rode up on Bandit.

  “You look like you could use a little help,” Mike offered.

  “Gosh, sir, that would be awfully nice.”

  “Name’s Mike, and you are…”

  “Buck.” He offered his hand and they shook. Mike noticed immediately how soft the skin was on Buck's palms. It clashed with Mike’s rough, calloused, rope-burned paws.

  “Buck, I'm guessing you answered that ad in the Anaconda Leader. Did Dick offer you a bunk?”

  “Yeah, Dick Burns wrote me back and said the bed was mine if I wanted it.”

  Mike had been busy focusing on strapping Buck's bag to his horse, so he was surprised when he looked up. Buck was just staring at Mike with big watery blue eyes. His head was framed by blond curly locks of hair. Mike made an involuntary groan. This kid was too pretty and soft to last long on the Cock Crow Ranch. He sized the boy up. Buck was built wide. It was impossible to tell if he was muscle or fat under his fleece denim jacket. That would make all the difference. Muscle, he stays, fat, he goes. Mike had nothing against fat boys; he was just acutely aware that they weren't cut out for the job Buck was taking.

  With luggage secured, Mike mounted Bandit and pointed to the stirrup. “Left boot in there.”

  Before Mike could so much as offer Buck a hand up, he was already up and seated behind him. Well, he certainly knew horses. That was a plus.

  “What did you do before this, Buck?”

  “I was in the Army for a little while but it didn't work out too well.”

  Mike could feel the awkward pause as Buck evaded further discussion of his military career. “How is it you know how to mount a horse”?

  “I lived on a farm in Tennessee. We had a few horses. Used to ride every day.”

  This kid was more interesting than he first appeared.

  “You ever lived in a bunkhouse before”?

  “Well, yeah, a barracks in the military. Not ever on a cattle ranch.”

  “I gotta warn you, the guys in there aren't all as nice as me.” Mike grinned.

  “Am I gonna have to beat the biggest one in a fight or something”? Buck didn't sound scared.

  “I doubt it. This ain't jail...feels like it sometimes.”

  Buck leaned in and asked, “They got any pretty girls around here”?

  Bandit came to an abrupt halt in front of the bunkhouse. It was an old, squat building perched on a makeshift porch of concrete and stone. The look with unpainted wood, ancient double-hung windows and a shingle roof was classic Great Plains. It had been a sod house in a former life. Now it was just slave’s quarters for the ranch hands.

  Buck dismounted gracefully and unconsciously offered a hand to Mike, who swatted it away. Buck blushed.

  “Sorry, it’s an old habit.”

  “It was sweet, kid. I get it.”

  Buck winked conspiratorially, “Now, about my earlier question...about girls.”

  Mike guffawed. “About 20 miles down the Big Hole River is the closest town. They got a few bars. The girls you meet ain't exactly the kind you wanna bring home.”

  Buck nudged Mike.

  “Are you saying you brung one home?”

  “Hell no!” Mike blushed and objected vehemently.

  The look that passed across Buck's face was one Mike new well. It was recognition, the bond of bachelorhood. Mike decided to go for it.

  “Handsome guy like you, ain't you got a girl already?”

  Now it was Buck's turn to blush.

  “Thought not.” Mike winked as he unhitched the duffel and handed it to the newbie.

  Buck smiled with mischief. “Thanks.”

  “Let me introduce you to the men.” Mike opened the weather-beaten door and gestured for Buck to enter.

  CHAPTER TWO - MIKE

  Inside the bunkhouse was mayhem. Four ranch hands in various states of undress were fighting for their place under one of the two shower heads. Towels snapped bare asses, red welts rising to howls of protest and pain. When Mike and Buck entered, the horseplay came to a gradual stop.

  An olive-skinned man with a handlebar mustache and a sunken chest gave a gleaming white grin.

  “This the new guy, Mike”? He stepped forward from the pack of buckaroos, revealing his naked body. Buck swallowed hard and tried not to blush.

  “I’m Sal. I cook your supper.” He extended his hand, which Buc
k took firmly and shook with masculine vigor. Buck tried to keep his eyes focused on Sal’s face but his eyes kept drifting downward. He had seen some big ones in the army, but Sal’s short stature and skinny legs made for a very impressive frame to a whopper cock.

  Of course, Sal was used to the attention he got from men. No man in his right mind could look away from such an impressive package.

  “I’m Italian. That’s where I get it from.”

  “Get what”? Buck tried to feign innocence. He was greeted by guffaws from the whole crew.

  Mike stepped in. “Easy guys. Don't scare away the new arrival.” He turned to Buck, “Sal is hung huge. We all check it out. That's what men do.”

  Buck regained his composure and blurted, “Huge. No shit. I pity the girl who marries you.”

  Sal didn't take offense. “I don't think I'm the marrying kind, Buck.” He finished it off with a wink.

  A stocky dark-haired cowboy wrapped in a towel stepped forward and offered his hand. “I’m D. I ride drag.”

  Buck took his firm hand and shook. “Drag, so you ride behind the herd, right?” Buck knew a little about cattle. Enough to sound like he knew more.

  “Yep, I come from behind and head up the rear.” D grinned lasciviously. “You're gonna be my replacement. Going to Louisiana to work on a rig. Leave next week.”

  “So you training me?”

  D nodded and took a pinch of Copenhagen from a tin before tucking it back at the waist of his towel.

  Buck heard a voice in his ear and whirled around.

  “Name’s Will Dewey.” An extremely attractive older gentleman with pale green eyes and a gray beard stepped forward and offered his hand. “I’m the flanker.”

  “Pleased to meet you, sir.” Buck liked the look and feel of older men. He felt protected with Will. Will was still dressed in his dirty jeans and a moth-eaten pearl snap shirt. Buck wondered what Will Dewey the flanker looked like when he was out of his clothes. He would find out soon enough.

  The last guy to come lumbering forward was a towering furry beast of a man. “Aloysius, but everyone calls me Bear.” Buck felt his hand disappear into his giant paw. “I ride swing.” Buck took in this man’s furry body. Hidden beneath the fur were giant muscles. Pectoral muscles the size of two dinner plates connected to cantaloupe-sized shoulders flanking a sinewy neck as thick as a small tree trunk. His waist was too wide to support a towel, so he was forced to hold it in place between his meaty fingers. Buck could just make out the outline of a semi-hard cock in the same league as Sal’s, although it appeared smaller against such a big frame.

  So these were the new bunk mates that Buck would be with nearly 24 hours a day. Sal the cook with the dick of death; D, the drag who comes from behind; Will Dewey, the handsome older flanker with a fatherly demeanor, and Bear the furry swing with swing to spare. Then there was Mike.

  “So, Mike, I guess you ride point,” Buck correctly surmised.

  “Yep, I'm always at the front. I get the first plate of Sal’s supper, and I take the first shower when the water’s still hot.”

  Buck smiled, “So you’re top dog.”

  “If I tell you to do something, you will damn well do it!” Mike’s tone took a sinister turn.

  “Y-yes sir,” Buck said.

  The darkness lifted and Mike gave a friendly smile. “Attaboy.” He then turned on the crew and snarled, “Which one of you cocksuckers took a shower before me?” Despite being outnumbered 4 to 1, Mike’s commanding tone turned the bunkmates into a subservient and apologetic pile of excuses.

  “We figgered you was out gettin’ the new guy, so the water would still be hot by the time you got back.”

  “You better fuckin’ hope you figgered right!” Mike kicked off his boots, pulled his shirt over his head, and undid his jeans. When he bent over to pull them off, Buck got a glorious view of the two white mounds that formed his thick ass. As Mike lifted each leg and stepped out, Buck even got a view of his puckered hole, and his big dangling balls between his meaty thighs. The tip of his soft dick winked in and out of view from behind the generous balls.

  Fully nude, Mike stormed into the bathroom and turned on the water. A cloud of steam formed, and the whole room let out a collective sigh of relief.

  “Buck!” Mike called angrily, as if Buck had broken a plate or pissed on the neighbor’s roses. “Get your ass in here!”

  Buck headed towards the bathroom, but Bear held out an arm to stop him. “Get naked.” he said softly.

  Buck yanked off his boots. He wasn't sure where to put them until Will pointed to the empty bunk.

  Mike was twice as cross when he yelled,”Buck, what the fuck is taking so long?”

  “Hang on, almost naked!” He shucked his clothes as quickly as he could. When he looked up, he saw all four men looking hungrily at him, as if he were a hearty beef stew. Buck was too stressed to care.

  He skidded into the shower, sliding on a bar of soap, nearly colliding with Mike.

  Mike pushed Buck against the shower wall and held him by his shoulders. The two men sized each other up. Mike had a light brown coating of chest hair that circled his silver dollar sized nipples. A treasure trail led to a well trimmed bush of pubic hair that perched atop his dick. Mike had an average sized uncut dick hanging soft, but as he took in Buck's beauty, it grew longer without stopping. By the time it stood straight out from his hips, it was thin but well above average length, his foreskin nearly invisible stretched along its length. His balls hung low, two plums in a tan leather bag.

  Buck had only blond peach fuzz in a few places. His chest was smooth and sculpted. He resembled a Greek statue because of his curly locks of hair and his elegant hips, buttocks and legs. A tangled bush of wiry blond pubic hair graced his plump manhood. Seeing Mike grow hard caused Buck to swell. His tiny balls only helped make his thick meat look even thicker.

  Mike leaned forward, his cock brushing Buck's belly, and whispered, “I need the soap. Can you reach it?”

  Buck nodded. He squatted down, slipping the soap out from under his foot. He was eye level with Mike’s long, narrow cock. Mike swung his hips and smacked Buck on the cheek. It was playful, but demanding. Buck looked up at Mike and handed him the soap. Mike laughed and dropped it again

  “Not so fast, buckaroo. You got work to do.”

  Mike poked Buck repeatedly on the lips until he opened his mouth to let his insistent member enter. Mike wasted no time. He held Buck by the ears and jammed his overlong narrow cock to the back of Buck's mouth. Buck gagged and tried to pull away, but Mike shook his head

  “No, boy. You know how to do this. You got them cocksucking lips. I bet they kept you real busy in the army.”

  Buck retched again, then focused on suppressing his gag reflex. Mike was right. Buck sucked so many cocks in the army he lost count. He was an expert, but even experts need a little time to prepare to accommodate a dick as long as Mike’s. A few more waves of nausea washed over him, each one less powerful than the previous. All the while, Mike insistently banged at his tonsils, only getting two-thirds of his length sucked.

  “What you waiting for, boy? Jerk the rest.” Mike had no idea what was about to happen.

  Buck smiled inwardly as he relaxed his throat muscles and let Mike’s long cock slide its full length down his throat. Mike gasped in astonishment as his balls smacked into Buck's chin. Buck knew right away that he was the first to give Mike the full treatment.

  Mike couldn't believe it. As far as he knew, he was too big. He didn't know there was anywhere else his cock could go. Buck blew his mind and body. The feeling of his cockhead being squeezed by the pharyngeal muscles and his frenulum being tickled by the epiglottis caused his knees to quiver. He momentarily lost balance, but Buck held his hips and pressed them against the shower wall to steady him.

  This sudden contact between the two men pushed Mike past the limit. He was going, to blow. Buck tasted pre-ejaculate and knew it was almost time. Mike grabbed his blond curly hair with force, ho
lding his face against his crotch, allowing him to thrust even deeper into the newly discovered paradise at the back of Buck's throat.

  Mike began emitting a soft moan. Buck knew that making a similar sound should increase Mike’s pleasure. He whimpered in anticipation. He looked up to catch Mike’s eye.

  Mike looked down at the cherub who so masterfully brought him to the verge of climax. Their eyes locked; it was too intense. Mike closed his eyes and softly whispered, “Oh fuck, Oh fuck. I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come.” He pounded furiously into Buck's throat, feeling a surge of energy forming deep in his ball sack. The energy became heat, and the heat began its journey up the length of Mike’s shaft. It gathered speed and melted into a flaming hot river of come, which erupted in bolt after ropy bolt down Buck's throat, then filled his mouth. A few last cobwebs of semen splattered on the boy’s face.

  Buck reached for the soap to hand it to Mike, as if nothing had happened. Mike soaped his cock and balls, then turned and soaped his asscrack. Buck tried to stand up but Mike pushed him down gently.

  “Oh no you don't. Now it's your turn.”

  Mike presented his ass to Buck and spread the cheeks, revealing his hole. Buck didn't ask questions; he buried his face in Mike’s crack and greedily licked his butthole.

  Mike moaned softly. “Deeper, man, go deep.”

  Buck obeyed, extending his tongue as far as it would go up Mike’s ass. Mike wiggled his hips in a rather feminine manner, which surprised Buck but didn't slow him down. Mike chattered away while Buck tongued him. “Ooh yeah. Oh, you like that pussy? You gonna make me a little girl? You wanna fuck my tight little pussy”?

  Buck rolled his eyes and thought to himself, “It takes all kinds.” He had to admit, the power reversal was making him horny. Big point man, top dog, asking the new guy to fuck him and make him a girl. Buck felt himself get harder. He had a few days worth of come built up, and he wanted to release it badly. He stood up and rubbed his hard cock up and down the crack of Mike’s ass.