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  Dick could not believe this young man. He was better than any woman or man he had ever fucked. He was so filled with lust that it made his cock even bigger. And it usually takes him hours to climax, but the blue eyed man was so good, Dick was close. He started to grunt, locking eyes with Buck. His pounding slowed, as Buck pounded his own meat faster.

  Dick felt a warm flood of ecstasy build in his balls. It bubbled over and shot down his cock into Buck. He thoroughly basted Buck's insides with his white hot butter. He moaned and said, “Oh, yes son.”

  Buck felt Dick climax. When he heard him call him son, it put him over the edge. He shot high in the air. A single massive glob of sperm flew past Dick, narrowly missing the brim of his cowboy hat, and came to land on a blade of the ceiling fan. Buck breathed a sigh of relief as he felt Dick slide out, leaving his stretched and battered hole to recover from its multiple cock onslaught.

  CHAPTER EIGHT - WILL DEWEY

  The bunkhouse door flew open and Will Dewey strode in. Out of the corner of his eye, he detected motion in the bunks, so he went to investigate. Will saw Dick Burns putting his infamous log back into his jeans, while Buck lay naked and exhausted on his bunk, too tired to care who saw him. Will cleared his throat.

  “Hey Dick! What brings you out to the bunkhouse?”

  Dick looked up and smiled. “Will Dewey. Great to see you.” Dick extended a hand stained with juices and O B Lube. He withdrew his hand with a sheepish grin. “Just a routine inspection.”

  “Did you find everything in order”?

  “We definitely need to add safety tape on the shower floor. This poor kid, uh…”

  “Buck”?

  Dick snapped his fingers. “Buck, right. Buck took a nasty spill.”

  Will betrayed no emotion, but inside, he felt suspicious of the man. Buck propped himself up on his elbows to address Will.

  “I helped Bear birth a calf. I got covered in O B Lube. I didn't realize how it would spread when I tried to rinse out. I fell and whacked my head.”

  Will nodded. Mike was top dog, but Will was the spiritual leader in the bunkhouse. He wasn't religious. He just had a way of talking to a man’s soul and heart.

  Dick added, “I brung the kid back to his bunk. His lights were out.”

  Will didn't care what happened between the two men, as long as it was something they both wanted. Judging by the grin on Buck's face, and Dick’s satisfied smile, it was.

  Dick hid his resentment from Will. He felt like the man was always judging him and finding him wanting. Dick was a good boss, a good rancher, and a damn good fuck. He had nothing to hide, and felt no shame. Besides, he was Will’s boss, so if he didn't like something, Will could just take a walk.

  Will wondered why Buck let this man rip him a new one the day after his encounter with Sal. He didn't even know yet about Bear and his colon-twisting invasion. It seemed like maybe the boy had a problem; the same problem that changed girls into fallen women. Will didn't have a name for it, but it was real enough. It was something broken inside.

  Buck saw trouble pass across Will’s face. Will was disappointed in him. Buck wasn't sure why, so he didn't know how to fix it.

  Dick excused himself and headed out to the barn. After the screen door banged shut, Will looked at Buck, his face betraying no emotion.

  “Will, what's wrong”? Buck asked.

  “I was hoping maybe you could tell me, son.”

  Buck shrugged. I'm happier than a hog in shit, Will. I had so much sex today and the sun hasn't set! D and me blew each other. I fucked one ass and got ass-fucked twice today.

  “Dick fucked you twice?”

  “No, Bear fucked me once, then Dick.”

  Will whistled. “Can you walk”?

  Buck laughed. “Sure!”

  “Why don't you get dressed and we’ll go for a walk before dinner.”

  Buck winced as he got to his feet. He couldn't see it, but a slimy dribble of blood, lube and semen was steadily leaking from his hole. Will got a washcloth and cleaned the boy gently. His legs were trembling. Will could see the boy was in pain.

  The stream of sex juices slowed and came to a stop. Will ran the washcloth softly on Buck's balls and cock, then gave his ass a final wipe.

  “Okay, get dressed.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Will frowned. It must be the military that causes him to respond like that.

  Buck had to bend at the waist to pull on his jeans, putting pressure on his innards. He cried out despite himself.

  “Son, you are sweatin’ like a whore in church. You want aspirin?”

  Buck nodded and breathed a sigh of relief as he got his jeans past his knees and could straighten up. Will returned with two aspirin and a can of beer to wash it down.

  “Whiskey would be best, but we don't have any right now.” Will apologized.

  Buck gratefully accepted the makeshift balm. He tore the top off the beer and chugged it, washing the aspirin down. He tossed the empty can into a nearby wastebasket. The alcohol did very little to numb the pain, but it put Buck in good spirits, which helped.

  They headed to the back door. Behind them, they heard Bear enter and turn on the ceiling fan.

  “What the fuck!” Bear bellowed, face full of a splattering of Buck’s warm come from the ceiling fan.

  Will and Buck walked out the back of the bunkhouse onto a trail that followed the slope of the valley, then ran alongside the river. Buck limped a little, but was able to keep up with Will’s slow, easy pace.

  Will passed Buck a Marlboro; they puffed as they walked together in silence.

  “Will, are you mad at me”?

  “Not mad, son, just worried.”

  “Worried”? Buck was puzzled.

  “You overdid things these past couple of days. You’re in pain.”

  Buck bristled. “I’m a man fucker. I can take a man, suck a man, fuck a man...it's my purpose here on Earth. I'm proud of what I do!”

  Will nodded. He understood where the boy was coming from. Buck had just found himself sexually. Men were the lucky recipients of his talents, which he gave freely. Perhaps a little too freely, but that was not for Will to decide.

  “You know, now beer can Dick Burns is gonna find an excuse to come around here every day and fuck you.” Will figured it was best to be blunt.

  “Really”? Will expected fear in the boy’s voice, but it was greedy, eager anticipation instead.

  “Are you going to be ready for him tomorrow”?

  Buck shrugged. “I was in a barracks with a hundred men. That got difficult, but only because everyone was fighting over me. Just six men and one boss feels like a vacation.”

  Will felt pangs of sadness for Buck. He wondered how far back his story went. Buck was happy to volunteer.

  “We had a good life. I loved my Ma and my Pa. We was in Kentucky in a coal mining town. There were jobs a plenty for men of all ages. My Pa would come home each night with a big smile and a hug for me. Then one day, he didn't come home. Ma thought maybe he had an accident, but he didn't. He fell in love with a girl and left us.”

  Will listened closely.

  “And Ma, she didn't get no benefits, and jobs for women went to the wives whose husbands got kilt in an accident. Weren’t no work for victims of adultery.”

  Will knew where this was going.

  “So she did what women do, sometimes. She was pretty and clean, so she was real popular with all manner of men. And she was willing to do all the stuff they asked for.

  “Money was good, but one day the welfare folks just showed up and took me to a farm. I never seen my Ma again. I was a prisoner at an orphan farm, with both my parents still alive! I wasn't always on my best behavior so they sent me to reform school in tenth grade. The minute I turned 18 I left and joined the Army.”

  Will asked, “Is that where you picked up your...skills”?

  “The Army, yeah. Not reform school. Bunch of ugly shitheads.”

  “I interrupted, go on.”
/>   “I got put in a unit that didn't have no religious people. That’s really all it takes. If nobody is judging, you'll do what pleases you. And since I spied so much on my Ma when she was with her men, I knew all the facts of life, and some facts that hardly nobody in that unit knew.”

  Will cursed himself for becoming aroused at this story. Hopefully Buck wouldn't notice.

  “So one night this one big guy came right up to me and told me what he was gonna do to me. So I called his bluff; I took him into the bushes bent right over and let him slip his little dick in. A group of guys caught us, but they just wanted their turn. Most of the guys were just regular size. But one soldier they called Billy -- short for Billy club; he was big as a horse.”

  Will adjusted his hard cock in his pants. He thought he saw Buck catch a sideways glance, but he couldn't be sure.

  “When I finally learned how to get Billy all the way down my throat, they cheered. But then he wanted to fuck me. I hadn't been with anyone near that big before.”

  Will asked, “Was he bigger than Sal or Bear”?

  Buck thought for a moment. “Different type, but close. Anyways, so it turns out Billy is an expert on his ‘condition’ and knows how to break in a new soldier. He had pomade to slick up his shaft, and he went really, really slow. That’s how he taught me about the second room, you know, for the big boys.”

  Will was absentmindedly playing pocket pool, aroused by this boy’s unusual past.

  “Second room?”

  “Well that’s what he called it. That place where the extra long ones go.”

  “Never been there.”

  “Me neither, but I’ve let more than a few guys like Billy into mine.”

  “Right, Billy, keep going.”

  “He fucked me non stop for an hour while the guys cheered him on. After that, so long as I let soldiers fuck me every night, it never really hurt. One time I was sick in the infirmary and didn’t get with nobody for a week. I near screamed like a virgin when I started up again. It takes constant practice.”

  Will was astonished by this boy’s knowledge.

  “Anyways, our little group was growing. I was one of just a few men strong enough to take a hard cock in me, and I was the only one that liked it. Everyone else in the group had to wait their turn to stick it in. Some nights I think I must have had thirty cocks in me. They was lined up in the dark by my bunk.”

  Will was ashamed that this story turned him on.

  “Then the fights started over who was first. It didn't take long for the CO to figure out what them fights was about. The CO was a pain in every way. His dick was big; he had all kinds of perversions. He made me his slave and wouldn't let no one touch me. I missed all my friends. I made them all so happy, and the CO took me away all to hisself. He was brutal. I can take all kinds, but if they punch you and spit on you and poke you up inside with things it ain’t right.

  “So I got word to Billy that if he ratted out the CO, I would deny ever having been with any of ‘em. My buddies knew I was a man of my word, so they sent the Major into the CO’s office while he had me tied up and gagged, naked. And I did as I promised. Nobody got in trouble. Not even the CO. He said I tried to rape him and he had just got me subdued, it just wasn’t what it looked like, and they let him stay.

  “And that’s how I left the Army.”

  Buck turned to Will, put one hand on his crotch, and kissed him right on the mouth. Will wanted to protest, but weeks of pent up frustration were too strong to fight. He was the oldest cowboy in the bunkhouse. He didn't get much action. Sometimes D would toss him a pity fuck, or Mike would give him a handjob. He knew that Buck was willing...no...wanted to give Will more.

  Buck sat on a granite table rock that formed a bench. Buck undid Will’s belt and unbuttoned his jeans. His mature cock sprang to attention. It was on the large side of average, and perfectly proportioned. His foreskin was a little tight, but Buck slid it back behind the head.

  Will did not intend things to go this way. He fought with himself, all the while letting Buck engulf his cock completely with his mouth. Will felt a beautiful sensation as his cockhead slipped past the epiglottis. This was too good. He gave up the fight.

  Buck felt safe and relaxed with Will. He had an easy penis, the kind he loved. It was not gonna be cruel or brutal, and it would take no time to accommodate like the gut bruisers back at the bunkhouse. It would never need to visit the second room. Buck worked his perfect meat lovingly, with joy and relief. This man was the age his father must be. Maybe that was why he saved him for last.

  Will was careful not to choke the boy, encouraging him to take breaths as he needed to, which, it just so happened, was not often. He felt Buck caress his butt cheeks, and he came to a decision. This boy deserved to fuck Will. The thought of it turned him on. The son fucks his father. It aroused him; it gave him courage to thrust a little harder, knowing that he could pay the boy back for any pain or suffering.

  Buck tasted salt. It was the first sign that come was about to blow. He pulled back, jacking Will’s shaft but licking and sucking on the head. Will made grunting noises. He ran his fingers through Buck's hair and said, “Yes, son. Yes, son. I'm gonna come. I'm gonna- oh! I'm coming”!

  Buck tasted the first spray of come across his tongue. He pulled out Will’s cock to watch it shoot. It covered his face with weeks of stored sperm. Will cried out with joy. He shot on the young cowboy’s chest and arms, painting him with his pearly man juice. Will pointed his cock downwards into his cupped palm and filled it. He held it where Buck could see it. Buck leaned forward to lap it up, but Will shook his head and held it out of reach. Buck's look of consternation turned to one of joy when he saw what Will was using it for. Will carefully applied his own semen to his asshole, working some in with one finger.

  Buck stood. Will took the remainder of the come and rubbed it up and down the young man’s cock. He grew startled when he felt the wide spot, but it was too late to go back. He feared he was in for a real ass stretching tonight.

  Will bent across the table rock so his ass was level with Buck's odd-shaped meat. Buck spit a few times, mixing his saliva liberally with Will’s come. It wasn't O B Lube, but it was very effective.

  Buck entered the first three inches doggy style, knowing right when to stop. Will wiggled his hips in anticipation. “Fuck me, son.”

  Those words had a dizzying effect on Buck, who wanted so badly to be a good boy for his father once more. If this is what Pa wants, then this is what Buck would give him.

  Buck slapped Will on the left buttock sharply. It startled Will, which caused his sphincter to relax for an instant. Buck seized the window of opportunity to make another half inch of progress. He couldn't be greedy, or there would be blood.

  Will buried his face in his jacket sleeve and bit down hard. He had been with Sal and Bear but never got this far. They left him alone because of it. Will didn't know that a segment of Buck's cock was wider than Sal, wider than Bear. He hadn't measured. So he wasn't as afraid as he should be. But Buck knew his own body well, and knew how to break in a new stallion.

  Using gravity to assist him, Buck leaned gently into Will. In fractions of an inch, he was making progress. He paused, even backed up an inch before returning to the depth that Will could tolerate.

  Will felt no pleasure. Buck gave him white hot searing pain that blinded him. He cried softly as more and more of Buck's flesh football went inside him. He pounded the rock with his fist, then reassured Buck with lies, “Son, keep going! It feels so fucking good!”

  With these words, Buck forced himself past the wide point, so that Will’s hole inhaled the rest and clamped down on the narrow base of his cock. With those words, the lies became truth. Will felt relief and a rush of narcotic pleasure following the deep, ripping pain moments earlier.

  Buck knew this was the hard part. He had to pull out again and re-enter fully as a way to accustom Will to the wide spot. If he put it off, it would be more painful, so in a single pendulum mot
ion, he swung his hips away until his head nearly popped out, and then plunged immediately back in.

  Will felt himself being shot in the ass twice in rapid succession. It was the worst pain but it led to the greatest pleasure, and now it was happening again. Buck fired up the locomotive and just kept assaulting Will’s ass with his cruel instrument of pleasure.

  It was perhaps another two minutes, and Buck had thrust at least 25 times, before Will realized he was no longer in any pain. His body’s natural painkillers had assisted, but so had Buck with his persistent in and out assault.

  Will unclenched his hands and released his teeth from his jacket. Buck continued to slide in and out of Will, but easily, with no resistance. Will was lifted to new heights of euphoria. He had never had a son, but if he had, it would have been Buck. To give this gift to a son was something every father should do for his adult son. It teaches the son how to experience pleasure in a way that gives pleasure to another. It is one of nature’s few acts that benefits both parties. And it even teaches the son how to be a better lover to women, if the son lets the father have his turn.

  “That’s right, son! Fuck your daddy!”

  Buck heard this and it sent him dangerously close to the precipice. He slowed and breathed. Will wiggled his hips, begging for more.

  Buck wiped the sweat from his brow and continued his excavation of Will’s insides. The man lying before him on the rock made Buck miss his Pa. He lost all contact, and he has been searching for him in every man since. Will was the closest to a father he had met since joining the Army. His CO was an asshole. The true father figures, Majors, Colonels...they were beyond his reach. But here at the bunkhouse, he found Will, who cared for him like a son, but fucked like a lover.

  Buck began to take his whole cock completely out of Will, stroke it a few times, then plunge it back in to the hilt. This gave him a view up inside Will, as the gaping hole closed slowly. Buck would wait until it had almost snapped shut before entering again.