The long path down to the creek sorta took on a life of it's own, with the mornin' sun filterin' down through the nearly nekkid trees before it flickered to rest like a billion tiny pools on the leaves that lay packed on the rich ground. I was caught up in the peaceful solitude of that fall mornin' sittin' on the porch, sippin' my coffee and smellin' the freshness of a promisin' new day.
I could hear that old black hen justa cacklin' in the pen out back. Somebody was on her nest and they needed to move 'cause it was HER nest, and HER turn. I smiled as her cackle turned to a quick, shrill yell, and then silence. She'd won again, and soon there'd be another one of them double yolk eggs my boy seemed to favor for breakfast. I reckon since he decided he was gonna lose some weight by eatin' less, he figured he could eat one of them instead of two of the others, and if that made him happy, then that made me happy too. That thought, and hearin' him just singin' out whatever he was singin' down there in that watermelon patch of his, and sippin' that coffee he made all seemed perfect to me; made me wanna yell out loud thankin' God for his miracle.
Yep, That boy was the light of my world, and he knew it too. Hell, he ought to; I told him often enough, but he didn't never get swelled up about it or nothin'. He'd just grin that grin of his and give me a hug, and then go to talkin' about somethin' that I hardly ever heard. Yep, I reckon I'm the luckiest old cowboy there is.
Levi had answered an ad I'd placed for a Farmboy to come and live with me and learn to do things my way, and he was the perfect boy, and hell, I was what he had a hankerin' for so we hit it off from the git-go, me and him. He was my boy, and I was his cowboy, and that's that. He'd learned my rules pretty quick, and accepted the fact that I do more talkin with my belt than my tongue, but I think he really likes it when I use both at the same time. When he'd screw up and I'd get to lecturin' im bout how he's supposed to behave, and how I reckon I was gonna hafta get through to his ass what his head didn't seem to be able to learn, he'd have trouble gettin them levis over that boybone that had risen in the fly, but I'd just keep on lecturin' while whippin' his ass, and sometimes he'd shoot his boyjuice long before the whippin' was over. Yep, we had what I'd call a perfect life.
I'd been so caught up in my thoughts, I didn't notice when he quit his singin'. I just all of a sudden noticed it wsn't there no more. I reckoned he's through pullin' the weeds. I figured he'd take an extra long time today, seein' as how he'd missed some yesterday, and I had to teach him a lesson on bad weeds last night in the woodshed. Well, I kinda wore his ass out extra hard, so I thought l'd go on down there and give him some help finishin' up. I sat my coffee down, pulled on my old muck boots and headed off down the path.
As I jumped from the porch and cleared the four steps to the ground I felt the cool breeze on my chest. The cabin had shielded that breeze from my mornin' perch, and sittin' there in nothin' but my hat was so routine that It hadn't occured to me to grab my jeans, but I was tough, and wouldn't be down long, so I continued on. I did feel a little guilty about Levi though. I had told him to put on those old levis that I'd torn the ass out of awhile back. Hell, I knew his butt was still sore from that asswhippin' he got last night, and I thought he'd probably be more comfortable crawlin' around in them than the newer ones he had. He left without a shirt, but I figured he'd get hot enough doin' his chores, But this cool breeze made my skin tingle as I quickened my pace to a kinda lope down the hill.
The ground was soft and silent under my boots from the rain we'd had durin' the night and as I reached the bottom of the hill I slipped and landed flat on my ass in the mud. I stood up with mud smeared all over my ass and on both palms, so I headed straight across the pasture to the creek to rinse off.
Now I was gettin' a little chilly with that wet mud on my ass and hands, and I knew that creek was gonna be a cold bath, but hell, that's what life here is all about, so I cautiously approached the bank to the creek so as not to fall again. Just as I stepped onto the first rock step, somethin' caught my eye. At first I couldn't make out what was movin' and then I saw a kinda tan somethin' movin' against the other side of a big old hickory tree. I froze, and decided it must be a buck rubbin' his horns against that trunk.
As I stood there starin' at that trunk, I saw the tan again, and then it hit me. It was an arm....Levis arm, bent at the elbow, but movin' kinda jerky like so as I could only catch a glimpse every so often. I started to panic and was about to scream his name when I heard a sound that I knew real well. It was that little breathy grunt that comes outa that boys throat when he's gettin' his ass whipped, and his boybone squeezed. I eased up behind the tree, and sure enough, there he stood, leanin' against that tree, rubbin' one asscheek against the rough bark, with a hand on the other and his other hand, the one on the end of the elbow I saw, was workin' on relievin' that boybone pressure.
I reacted immediately, and leaped on that tree trunk, wrapping my arms and legs around it as far as I could reeach. I grabbed each of that boys arms, pullin' em hard to the sides of that trunk, and I locked my feet inside his knees and pulled his legs as far apart as I could with 'em still on the ground. He yelped like a scaired pup, but only once. He knew he'd been caught.
"Don't you move one _f_u_c_k_in' muscle, son! You HEAR ME BOY?! I yelled.
I could barely hear his weak "Yessir!" cause the blood rushin' through my head was louder than him. I released his legs, and my body slid down that rough bark rubbing my nuts until I swung my feet out and released my handhold to land three feet behind the tree, almost in the exact spot where I had left the ground. With slow, methodic steps, I walked around the tree and stopped about three feet directly in front of my boy. He was glued to the position I'd put him in, but he was shivering, his head hung low, his chin on his chest.
"Look at ME, boy!" I demanded in a soft, deep tone. He raised his head and centered his eyes somewhere below my nose."I said LOOK AT ME, BOY !!!" I yelled as I raised my hand and pointed at my left eye. He shivered a violent tremor as he raised his eyes to mine.
He was a sight to see, and thinkin' back on it brings a big smile to my face, and a ragin' hardon to my dick. His boy_c_o_c_k_ had dwindled to a limp apology, hangin' out of his fly with one button still done at the top. His feet were so far around the trunk of that tree that he had to grip it with his hands to keep from falling forward. Starin' straight into his right eye, I walked up to him until my nose touched his. I raised my arms, reached around him and grabbed the trunk. I then slowly eased my entire body against his, first chest to chest, then stomach to stomach, then crotch to crotch.
"Put your arms around my neck boy," I said in a real soothin' tone and he threw his arms around me and squeezed me so hard I nearly lost my grip on that tree trunk. He began to pant and snivel as he laid his head on my shoulder to cry. I nearly melted with him, cause this only happened AFTER he'd had his ass whipped, never BEFORE. And I knew why this time was different.
This was the first time my boy had ever INTENTIONALLY broken a non-negotiable rule. There weren't many of 'em, and he'd learned some HARD lesson's about forgettin' to say SIR, and now that came even when I called him from his sleep. But forgettin's one thing, and this is another one. One I hadn't thought about havin' to deal with, so I just let him hug while I gathered my wits. This was one of them times I knew would come with this boy, and that's pretty much why I loved his so much. He was all boy, and as all boys will on occasion, he had some ideas of his own. I encoraged that, but we were supposed to discuss 'em, and if they DID ever involve a non-negotiable, then the discussion was mainly me tellin' him WHY it was gonna be that way, and he didn't have to agree, but he did have to abide by my decisions.
"Look at me, son." I said as I rared my head back. He raised his eyes to mine. "Put your feet in front of you, boy, so you can stand", and as he did I lifted my legs and again I hugged that tree trunk with my arms and legs, and started grindin' my hips against him. "You stand there boy" I said as I kicked off first one boot, then the other, Now I could grip that tree better, and grip it I did.
I started hunchin' real slow and forceful, like I was _f_u_c_k_in 'im, and I saw his face tighten into a frown as my pressure forced those sore ass cheeks against that tree. And then I started Lecturin' my boy in rhythym with hunchin 'im.
"I thought that was an old ruttin' buck rubbin' his horns against this here tree when I first come along, boy. I see I was right. You a ruttin buck, boy? ANSWER ME BOY!"
"Yes sir," he whimpered.
"Well I'm gonna help you rub them horns, son. Now you RIDE WITH ME BOY! WE'RE GONNA SCRATCH THEM HORNS SLAP OFF THAT RUTTIN' LITTLE BUCK, SON, YOU HEAR ME, BOY?" I growled, and as he screamed out "YES SIR!" I put all I had into it and I rode that boy up and down against that tree, my rock hard _c_o_c_k_ pressed against his belly. He closed his eyes and scrunched his face up so hard the veins in his neck stuck out. I knew that bark was doin' a number on his ass, but he had a lesson to learn and I had a load to shoot.
So me and my boy, we rode, and we rode, and we rode, up, and down, and up, and down, and when my nuts pulled up into a tight sack and I felt my asshole twitch, I gave one last hard shove against my boys stomach and as he cried out in pain, I cried out in ecstacy.
Our screams sounded as one, still reverberatin' off the distant trees across the pasture when I released my leghold and slid my feet to the ground beneath me. I slowly peeled my body from his and he winced in pain as his ass pulled away from the tree. He leaned to me as I cautiously removed his arms from my shoulders and led him by the hands one baby step forward. His eyes were closed, but the tears still ran down his face.
I turned him around slowly to face that dessimated tree as I faced his dessimated ass. I was pleased. His ass looked raw, but there was no blood; only bits of bark and pieces of faded denim hangin' from his steamin' butt. I smiled with satisfaction, knowin' that my lesson had been well taught. Only the future would prove it well learned.
"Stay put, son" I said, and heard "YESSIR" as I headed for the creek. I slowly lowered my body, stomach first, down into the water. I inhaled sharply as the cold engulfed me and rushed over me as the tide covers a crab. I rolled over onto my back and laid my head on the sandy bottom as my hat floated off my head and drited down to my feet. I lifted it on one foot, retrievd it in both hands, and kneeled as I flipped it over and filled it with the cold water.
I returned to Levi and slowly poured the water over his shoulderblades. He lurched forward against the tree as the cold ran down to pool at the waistband of his jeans before proceeding down to center between those battered buns. I threw the remaining water against that assflesh, and he yelped like a pup, took a deep breath and sighed a raspy, hoarse, "Thank you, sir."
I turned him again to face me, and was bewildered to find a rock-hard boybone standing at atention in the fly of those frayed levis. I reached out and squeezed it with one hand, and his balls with the other. "What's this, son?" I asked.
His slight hesitation ended with a tighter grip on his nuts, and he answered "My boybone, sir."
I released his nuts long enough to move to his side, and reach between his legs and grab them again from the back. I then squeezed both his _c_o_c_k_ and his nuts and lifted enough to raise him onto his toes. Then I asked in a low, deep tone, "WHOSE BOYBONE, SON?"
"YOURS SIR, COWBOYS BOYBONE SIR." I released his balls and my hand barely touched his ass. "COWBOY'S ASS, SIR" he practically yelled. He learned fast.
"That's right, son. They aint PRIVATES like you used to think boy; they're MINE, ain't they son?"
"Yes sir, they're yours sir, all yours sir."
"That's right, son, and I'll tell you somethin else, boy. I LIKE 'em, son. No, boy, I LOVE 'em, and I love YOU, boy."
"Me too, sir. I mean....." and I put my hand over his mouth, 'cause he didn't have to say nothin' else.