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  He wasn't fooling anyone. When the guys got back from the barn, they repressed chuckles as they watched him hobble from one side of the room to the other.

  Mike stepped up to address the obvious. “From what I can see, you probably lasted longer than any of us with Sal.”

  Buck saw the futility in protesting or denying the obvious, so he just nodded in agreement.

  Sal piped up, “He’s got stamina and talent. He runs circles around you amateurs. He let me go so long, I came inside him.”

  The various looks that Buck got were a menagerie of emotions. Amazement, jealousy, self-doubt…

  Mike was jealous. He pouted. He thought about his long thin dick and how easy it would be to fuck Buck if Sal could do it. He was angry with Sal for taking Buck without his permission. Mike didn't own Buck, but he was top dog in the bunkhouse, and he had certain rights.

  D was dumbfounded. His captor this morning was so dominant, how could he flip so easily? And how could he take such a gargantuan piece of meat for more than a minute. D could never get started with Sal, he was just too ridiculously big. Bear was even longer than Sal, but pretty narrow at the tip. D had learned to take him briefly, and if he had enough beer, he could go a little deeper. That was it. Buck was Superman.

  Will Dewey stroked his chin and thought how nice it would be to hold Buck. He wondered if the boy had ever been with an older man.

  Bear was eager to get his paws on the boy and deep dick him. He rarely met a man who could handle more than the first couple of inches. They ended up giving him a fake blowjob, with two hands and a very full mouth. Judging by the way the boy was limping, Bear knew in his heart that he would have to give it a few days. But he didn’t want to wait, and he had a plan.

  It was shower time. Mike went first. Buck was last, and with all the hot water gone, he shivered under the cold spray, letting it run down the crack of his ass in a cooling stream.

  Sal had prepared an Italian minestrone with garlic bread. He served Buck last to maintain the pecking order. He slipped Buck an extra wedge of Garlic bread under the table, but said nothing. Buck was grateful for the kindness. Sal was grateful for Buck’s sexual expertise that finally allowed him to feel like a normal man and not a circus freak.

  D offered to help Sal wash up, so Buck was free to join the guys for a smoke. The summer air was humid and balmy. Buck couldn't imagine what winter would be like in a drafty old bunkhouse. He had a pretty good idea how the men stayed warm.

  They broke out a couple of six packs of Lucky Lager, and Mike fired up a joint. Buck eagerly took the beer, but looked askance at the weed when it came around. Will nudged him. “Go on. It helps with aches and pains.”

  Buck caught Will’s meaning and drew in a heavy breath of smoke. Immediately he began coughing. He chewed and smoked tobacco, but weed was new for him.

  Mike winked conspiratorially and said, “Buck, you blew it all away. Try again, gently. And hold it in.”

  Buck took another toke, held it in, then slowly released a trail of pot smoke. To show off, he blew a couple of smoke rings.”

  “I don't feel anything different,” he said.

  Mike had a sadistic sense of humor. “You probably didn't get enough, try again.”

  Will started to protest, but Mike stared him into silence. He watched as Buck sucked in another intoxicating blast, chased it with a swig of beer, and blew out the smoke, gently coughing.

  Buck looked around at Mike, Bear and Will. He felt like he had sprouted hummingbird wings and was hovering about 3 inches above the ground. He could hear the wings fluttering. Mike was snickering quietly.

  “He’s as stoned as Saint Stephen.”

  “Get him a chair.”

  “Here boy, sit down.” Will was the kindly man who brought him a humble footstool.

  Buck plopped down hard in the chair and let out a yelp of pain.

  Bear and Mike laughed uproariously, but Will remained serious. He squatted down so he could talk to Buck at eye level.

  Buck gazed into Will’s eyes. They were two emerald pools surrounded by snowy mountains.

  “Hey, Buck, this is your first time getting stoned, isn't it?”

  Buck nodded and reached towards Will’s face. He rubbed his hands across Will’s snowy eyebrows and said, “Gray makes better hay.”

  Will let Buck explore his face. He recalled his youth, when he first smoked a marijuana cigarette with his brother’s friends. His brother wasn't there to protect him from what came next.

  But tonight, Will remained with Buck. He knew how important a trustworthy friend can be. Not that Mike and Bear were untrustworthy, they just weren't very kind. Buck needed kindness.

  Like a mind reader, Buck poked Will in the shoulder and said, “You, sir, are a very kind man. Hey where’s my beer?” Buck searched in vain. He had finished it already, and no more was coming. He reached for Will’s hand and squeezed it, held it close to his heart.

  “I like you, Will. I do. We only just met, but I can tell you're good people.”

  Mike and Bear wandered back inside, leaving the two men alone under the stars.

  Will didn’t talk, he just listened to the boy ramble, nodding in agreement with whatever he said. In a few minutes, Buck was sound asleep. Will summoned Bear, who carried the sleeping lad to his bed.

  Together they removed his boots and coat, and covered him. Buck curled up in a fetal position and put his thumb in his mouth. Will and Bear exchanged a glance, a mutual agreement to leave Buck and his thumb-sucking out of any future conversations.

  CHAPTER SIX - BEAR

  The next morning, Will awoke sore, groggy and disoriented. He had no memory of going to bed. He always slept in the nude, but he was fully dressed. He saw his boots standing beside a stool that held his neatly folded coat.

  The events of the previous night came to him in bits and pieces. He remembered drinking under the stars, smoking weed, and talking to Will. He remembered Mike gave him the weed and laughed at him when he fell into a chair. After that, it went dark.

  No matter. It’s before dawn on a new day, and there was work to do. After breakfast, D and Buck gingerly mounted their horses, each man wincing in pain from the ass fucking they took the day before. They rode drag together. This time Buck was lead so D could observe his technique. He did well, and D let him know it. Under the scrub oak, D sucked off the new recruit for a job well done. Buck was grateful for the reward, and returned the favor, despite his sore, scratchy throat, still in recovery from Mike and Sal.

  Riding drag meant breathing a lot of dust. Buck didn't mind. We all start somewhere.

  The supper bell rang out as the team brought the cattle back to the corral. The hard-working cowboys all hungrily downed their beef stew, but Buck sipped and swallowed slowly. Mike noticed and felt compelled to comment.

  “Was I too much for you”?

  Buck shook his head and pointed to Sal. “He was.”

  The whole crew broke out laughing except Mike. Steam came out his ears. He reached across the table and smacked Buck so hard, his lip began bleeding.

  “Mike, leave the boy alone!” His whole crew was glaring at him. He felt his top dog status threatened by the new arrival. He knew his cock was no destroyer like Sal’s, but Buck really drove the point home.

  He knew what he needed to do. “Sorry, kid, I was out of line. I know you meant me no lack of respect.”

  “Oh, gosh no, Mike. You was right. I spoke out of turn.”

  “You spoke the truth, and there’s no crime in that. Here, let me get tht.” Mike dabbed at the boy’s split lip.

  After Mike was done wiping the blood from his lip, Buck broke out with a charming smile. He knew the power structure and where he belonged. Mike ruled the bunkhouse, and he needed to command respect. They all had their place in the pack.

  After lunch, Bear asked to borrow Buck in the barn. A cow was calving but she needed some help. Buck had never attended a birth. He wasn't sure he could stomach it. But it was all in the jo
b.

  In the barn, Bear pointed out the tools they might need to use. He picked up a plastic bottle filled with a clear liquid.

  “This is O B Lube. It’s our magic bullet.”

  “What’s it do?”

  “You’ll see soon enough because I need your skinny little arms for this job.”

  Bear held up his giant hands, and rolled down his sleeves to reveal massive forearms.

  “I can't go in there with these mitts, I would tear a hole in her lady parts.”

  As if the cow spoke English, she mooed in agreement.

  “I cain’t tell what we're doing, I'm sorry, sir.”

  Bear sighed. “I thought you were a farmer. Ain't you never birthed a calf?”

  Buck admitted his ignorance.

  “Well here’s the deal: the calf is stuck, and you are going to put your pretty little arms up there and pull that calf out.”

  Buck suppressed a gag, and coolly said, “Sounds easy enough.”

  Bear continued. “This lube is so slick, it would let you drive a tank up a gnat’s ass. So you should take off your shirt. O B gets everywhere if you’re not careful.”

  Buck stripped to the waist. Bear eyed the young man’s proportions with lust and envy. He poured a small puddle of O B lube into Buck's cupped palms. “Okay, now spread it up and down your arms. “

  Buck did as he was told. The liquid was the slickest substance he had ever felt. If he needed to pick something up now, he wouldn’t be able to.

  “Hey Bear, how am I gonna hold onto the calf?”

  “O B Lube lets you reach around the calf and pull it from behind. Use your fingers like hooks. Got it? Good. Now go gently, go deep. That’s my motto.”

  Buck heard the double entendre, but he was concentrating on the job. Against loud vocal protests from the mother, he entered the cow and found the calf wedged inside. Just as promised, he easily slid his hands along the uterine wall around the calf. Curling his fingers into hooks, he locked onto the calf and pulled. There was no movement. He pulled again, and the cow let out a scream.

  “Wait!” Bear grabbed a spray bottle containing a clear oily liquid and sprayed it liberally inside the cow. “Mineral oil. She must have dried out. Try again.”

  Buck pulled, and felt movement. It reminded him of that magic moment when he knows his cock is going to get past the hump and all the way in.

  Blood and mucus coated his chest and stained his jeans. The calf’s exit accelerated. Buck lost his footing and fell back, clutching the calf to his chest. He felt his ribs nearly crack from the weight as the wind was taken from him. He fainted. When he came to, Bear was washing the newborn in a sink. The cow stood over Buck, licking his face.

  Outside, the two men shared a menthol cigarette. Buck hated menthol, but he needed a smoke after that ordeal. Plus menthol was good for you.

  “Did I do okay”? He was worried he had messed up.

  “Kid, the cow is alive, the calf is alive, and nobody is bleeding to death. You did good.”

  Buck beamed at the praise.

  “It’s a job I just can’t do. Here, let me see your hand.” Buck held up his hand and Bear pressed their palms together. The giant man’s hand was a major league catcher’s mitt and Buck’s was the hand of a little league player.

  “Now let me see your arm.”

  Bear took Buck's arm by the wrist and held it against his in comparison. This was how he planned to make his move.

  “Your arm is three times as thick as mine.”

  “Yeah, like I said, I could never do what you just did. Being big is a blessing and a curse.”

  Buck nodded, thinking of Sal.

  “Let me see your leg,” Bear asked. They compared legs with similar results. Buck was shorter and less muscular than Bear. It was confirmed. Not really front page news.

  Out of the corner of his eye, he caught some movement. Bear was rubbing his massive hand up and down his left pant leg. In perfect relief, Buck could see the giant cock straining against the fabric. In an instant, Buck had an erection of his own. He wasn't sure where this was going, but he liked it so far.

  “Buck, I bet I am bigger than you in every way.”

  “Yeah?” Buck had a card up his sleeve he hadn't revealed. “In every way, you say? What do you wager?”

  “Loser gets fucked.”

  Buck still felt bruised and used. He was sure his cock was thicker, but he wasn't sure he could stand to be wrong. Still, he heard himself say, “I’ll take that bet.”

  Bear chuckled. It wasn't a fair deal, but the boy took it.

  They headed back to the barn where Bear produced a cloth tape measure.

  Buck watched greedily as Bear kept lowering his jeans, revealing more and impossibly more of his long, thick cock. It wasn't quite as thick as Sal’s but it was clearly much longer. The effect was intoxicating. Given all the cocks in the bunkhouse, Sal’s looked biggest due to optical illusion, but Bear had the greatest volume by far. It was a flesh baseball bat.

  “Buck, you think you got more than this?” Bear wasn't even fully hard yet.

  “Get it good and hard, cause I think I got you beat.”

  Bear pulled his flesh fuck stick out of his jeans and jerked it a few times. His cock grew longer and longer still, but not any thicker. He placed the end of the tape measure at the base of his cock and rolled it out triumphantly to a place over which only a handful of men in the world had bragging rights. Over 10 inches. People bragged about ten inch dicks, but nobody really had one. Except Bear.

  Buck was astonished. It was now officially the biggest dick he had ever seen. But not the thickest.

  “Okay, now go around the widest part. let’s see how big around you are.”

  Bear obliged. 6 and 3/16, pretty goddamn big. He grinned and said, “There is no way you are even close to ten inches.”

  Buck feigned defeat, then said, “Let me see that tape measure.”

  He pulled out his six-and-a-half inch cock and Bear laughed. He wasn't humiliating Buck, but he was definitely giving him shit.

  Bear handed over the measure, and Buck found the part of his cock that scared off so many men. He carefully circled his cock at the widest point. Seven-and-a-half. Buck grinned. “I beat you.”

  “The fuck you did! I’m nearly four inches longer than you.”

  “Your bet was that you could beat me in every way. I’m way thicker than you.”

  “You ain't fucking me,”

  “Then you ain't fucking me. I won the wager you made fair and square.”

  Bear grinned, “I’ll tell you what, Buck. I will fuck you on length; you can fuck me on width.”

  Buck paled, thinking of the horrific beating his insides took yesterday from Sal.

  “Does it have to be today?”

  Bear thought about it, but then he said, “Yep.”

  “I am one big bruise up in there. You’ll kill me.”

  “If you fall off one horse, pick yourself up and get back on...this horse.” Bear pointed to his swollen member, which throbbed and pulsated with anticipation.

  Buck admitted to himself that this would be a good time to train for what he knew was going to be a nonstop barrage of huge hungry cocks all year long. He could get his sea legs, so to speak, by taking on Bear today.

  With a shrug, Buck knelt down and put the head of the immense cock in his mouth.

  “Hey, hey. Nobody can suck me off. It's not poss--”

  Bear gasped in amazement as Buck unhinged his jaw and let him into his mouth. He figured that was going to be it, a hand job disguised as a blow job in lieu of a painful, glorious assfucking. Buck had two hands on Bear’s exposed shaft, pretending once more he was like the girl who didn't know how to properly suck dick. He smiled inwardly, planning for the surprise. The truth is, once you figure out how to let a giant cock pass your tonsils and enter the esophagus, it really makes no difference how long or thick it is. They all fit eventually.

  Bear grumbled, “I don't like getting head. The teeth
, and it’s--”

  Buck knew this was the right moment. He let his epiglottis relax, then inhaled the enormous meat in one go. Buck looked up to see Bear moan with the sublime joy of getting deep throated for the first time in his life.

  Buck found he could avoid an ass fucking if he kept this up for much longer, but he knew it wasn't fair. A deal’s a deal, and he needed to jump on that horse dick to fulfill his part of the bargain.

  He reared back, letting the entire length of Bear’s cock exit his throat and flop out of his mouth. It was covered in spit, but Buck didn't think he could manage it, now that it was laid out before him.

  But then Bear reached up to the shelf and brought down the bottle of O B Lube. He grinned at Buck and said, “This O B lube has many uses.” He put a small amount of the incredibly slippery substance on his cock and gestured for Buck to lay face down across a saddle on a nearby saw horse. Bear was still recovering from the shock of going down Buck's throat. He was thrilled to see Buck so compliant as he bent over the saddle, exposing a perfect pink butthole surrounded by two white mounds of flesh and peach fuzz. If it was possible, Bear got even harder.

  Buck bared his ass to this hairy beast and feared the worst. He wished he could take a painkiller or a diet pill before letting the monster invade his inner sanctum.

  But then, to Buck's surprise, Bear slipped into him with barely a pinch of pain. The O B Lube created a frictionless barrier that slipped past his suffering sphincter and filled his rectum with throbbing meat. Bear was an expert at ass fucking. He reached the end of the rectum, and deftly slipped his entire length into Buck, invading several inches of his colon. He waited there, allowing Buck to adjust.

  “You okay, boy”?

  Buck nodded in surprise. Despite the brutal fuck he took yesterday from Sal, taking Bear was easier, and even more pleasurable. Bear retreated a few inches, then buried himself deep inside the boy again