This story was written for me by my boy, LEVI. It was inresponse to the story I wrote about him called PRIVATES, but it doesn't matter which one you read first.
Like most every morning, I was the first to stir in the cabin. Cowboy was still sleeping away, aware only in his dreams that I was doing what I always do, boiling the water and fixin' to make his morning brew. Best times are mornings; hearing Cowboy wake real slow, stretch, smell the coffee his boy's got ready, smile that smile that's usually big as his morning bone.
I fetched that first special cup over to Cowboy while he stretched hard, "morning, boy."
"Morning, SIR!"
Saturday, always a good day for me and Cowboy, time to get some _s_h_i_t_ done around the place, plenty of time to be together and know why we're together. And today was extra special. April and Linda were comin' by for the day, a picnic on the hill, lot's of laughter and sharin' and love among friends. April is Cowboy's oldest and dearest friend. She and Linda had got together only a few months before me and Cowboy, so we was all sort of newlyweds, had that common bond to share. And April had taken me under her wing, really helped me adjust to country life. She was about the only friend who knew just how close Cowboy and I really were. And, _d_a_m_n_, she never let me forget how lucky I was to be with Cowboy. Guess we have that in common, too. We share a love for everything Cowboy is..well, no question I share a few more things with Cowboy! Ha! And that sure includes a few things April ain't that interested in getting the details about! But she's not stupid. Me and Cowboy both figure she's got it down that this Yankee boy Levi don't just love Cowboy, but pretty much BELONGS to Cowboy. And she's right on that! It's the way me and Cowboy see it and like it.
Cowboy sipped his coffee real slow like he mostly does. savors it. Pretty much the same way he's always savoring my ass. "Sir, what time April and Linda comin by?"
Cowboy wasn't sure, but figured it might be earlier than later. I suggested that maybe I oughta get my butt going and get my morning chores done. so's we'd all have more time together. Cowboy thought that might be a good idea. "Yes, SIR!" and I gulped down the rest of my coffee and scampered to dig out my work clothes. I put on my T shirt and old tattered Levi's, laced up my work boots and headed out the door to get the birds all fed.
"Boy, get your ass back here!" Cowboy hollered after me. Just hearin His voice and that tone and you can guess what the front of my Levi's looked like! I was back in a flash. Cowboy calls and boy comes. Just one of the lessons I'd learned, and learned real good.
Standing by the bed, almost at attention, Cowboys hand cupped my right bun cheek..squeezed and rubbed, near'bout made me cum. He said, "Boy..it's a special day, we got company comin."
"Yes, SIR!" I said, smilin' at 'im.
"You go on and put on them NEW Levi's, boy." he commanded, grinnin' at me
"YES, SIR!" I said, excited and happy. Cowboy had taken me down to Macon a couple weeks ago and got me a brand new pair. He knew I liked em, and we had been workin on em off and on. Cowboy knew how to break in a pair of Levi's, and my new one's were just about ready. I was hard, knowin' it was gonna be a great day if Cowboy was gonna let me wear em.
I got my workboots off faster than they went on, stood there and popped my fly buttons. The boy bone was full hard and Cowboy squeezed it hard and laughed, "Go on, boy, peel em off your ass." I shucked those Levi's and was over at the chest by the window, hard and horny as a boy can get, reachin' in for the new pair. I got 'em buttoned with a little difficulty over my bone..turning a little red while "dressing" for Cowboy. No question they was snug on my butt. "Turn around boy." I turned real fast and displayed my Levi clad ass for Cowboy. "Mighty fine, boy. Mighty fine. I got me a fine boy butt-knew it'd fit in those real good. Now GIT boy, 'fore I have to _f_u_c_k_ ya.."
My boots were back on and I was out the door into the sunshine. Feeling good, feeling great. _d_a_m_n_, even I didn't think I'd ever feel so good! Spreadin' feed, changin water, bringin' some more wood up to the porch, I was racin' through my chores, being careful not to get my Levi's too dirty. Cowboy was stirring in the cabin and I knew he was now up and at em. I heard the honk of a car horn, and Cowboy yelled out, "boy, get down there and open the gate."
"Yes, SIR!" I yelled back as I ran down the path, waving and hollering to April and Linda. I Opened the gate, and then closed it after. April hung just up the path waiting for me and I ran to plop onto the tail gate of her truck for the ride up to the cabin
Cowboy was out on the porch, and and there was much huggin and kissin and carryin on. I unloaded the boxes of food April had brought and carried them into the kitchen. Cowboy hollered that I should fetch em all some coffee and I hollered back, "Yes, SIR." And out I came with nice hot cups for all.
I Felt funny, at first, addressing Cowboy as "SIR" in front of April and Linda..but I finally realized that they understood. They was "M'am," and Cowboy was "Sir," and that's the way it was. Everybody understood that. Cowboy understood 'cause that's the way it was. Period. They understood 'cause they loved me and Cowboy. I UNDERSTOOD cause months ago my boots were wearing a path to the woodshed. Cowboy whooped and welted my ass till I did understand, clearly. Cowboy was very good at makin a boy understand. Those Levi's I put on first thing this morning..the old pair? The frayed, worn ass was proof of more than a few lessons taught. They's just about plumb wore out. and not from driving the tractor.
But, not today, thank you very much! Got on my brand new Levi's and feeling good. Have to wonder some times if Cowboy every thought in his wildest dreams that I'd turn out to be such a good boy. His boy, Levi.
We all sat up on the porch for some time. enjoying the beautiful day as much as each others company. I mostly stayed in my favorite position. on the porch floor, laying back into Cowboy's lap. He'd grab my head and give it a little peck while we all laughed at how things was going turning this Yankee boy into a Georgia farmboy. April and Linda caught us up on their goings on. In between, I made sure the coffee was hot and plentiful. Cowboy inquired as to the condition of everybodies stomach and we all groaned. That might just mean he was gonna feed us.
Cowboy's biscuits and eggs were, shall we say, legendary. I felt his boots go under my ass and then the tip of his _s_h_i_t_kickers was at my hole. With a shove and a jab.."run on down and fetch us some eggs!"
"Yes, SIR" ..and I was off the porch with the egg basket in hand. I got back and got 'em all cleaned and Cowboy was throwing pots and pans around and makin' us a country breakfast. So nice, we ate out on the porch. Cowboy may have noticed, but I only ate one biscuit and a little bit of eggs. He gave me a smile and wink. These new Levi's on my ass were not what you'd call loose! What I didn't work off, Cowboy had practically whipped off. It had taken months to squeeze into this pair of 501's and I wasn't gonna take no vacation from the process today! I was just about getting to where I could present Cowboy with the tight round ass he liked for _f_u_c_k_in' and whippin', and, good as the eggs and biscuits was, no way was Levi gonna gorge and give up the chance to have an ass that made Cowboy proud and hard!
More coffee all the way around and I excused myself to clean up the kitchen. That all done, I returned to the porch and joined in the converstaion. Everyone decided we'd take a hike up the creek later, find a nice spot to relax and enjoy the afternoon. I asked Cowboy to be excused again, sayin' maybe I better go down an water the melons before we took off.
"Good idea, boy. You best get down there and get on it, 'cause we're gonna be wantin' to leave pretty soon."
"Yes, SIR" and I was up and moving. Cowboy yelled back that he was gonna show April and Linda what we'd been doin' in the cabin till I got the watering done. "Yes, SIR!" I hollered back. the ring of those two words causing a stir in my crotch. Cowboy and me had been working on the cabin most everyday..always something new, our paradise built with sweat and a few bucks.
Going down the path to the water melon patch I was thinking about the window seat chests we'd just finished. He'd sure show em those. Turned out real nice. One of em had just held the Levi's I was now struttin' down the path in.
I was halfway down the path, not turning back, squeezing my butt in my new Levi's and secretly hopin Cowboy could see it. Ha! Like it wasn't what he looked at and tended to most all the time. As I approached the patch, my mind turned to the job at hand. And a flood of memories filled me and my boy_c_o_c_k_ about just how much work our patch had been.
"Watermelons? boy, ya don't know _s_h_i_t_ about growing watermelons!" was Cowboy's first words on the subject. Think I drove him crazy sometimes with my ideas and notions. I'd noticed the farmer's market in Macon one Saturday and that planted the seed. Hey, I wasn't that different than most boys. Always wantin something for me or Cowboy..big ideas, ways for us to make some spending money.
Sometimes I was a determined cuss about it and sometimes I wasn't. More than once I got my boybrain straightened out with a dose of Cowboy's belt. But once in a while, in a great while, I got an idea in my head that Cowboy decided to let me go ahead with, and the watermelon patch was one of em. Truth be known, we grew about the best watermelons in the county. These new 501's, that boot toe of Cowboy's that prodded my butt earlier, both bought and paid for with our watermelon money! You think I wasn't proud as a pea_c_o_c_k_ when Cowboy got those new boots? Sweated and worked my ass for us to get em, and I prove it everytime I lick em clean while Cowboy plays the Bongos with my ass! Yes, SIR!
Anyway, we was gonna grow watermelons. Hardest part was gonna be the watering. We planted as close as we could to the creek, but it still meant haulin up water, definitely Levi's chore and one of the reasons my ass is in such good shape. Cowboy got the seed, showed me how to till and plant. He rigged up a 50 gallon drum on legs to hold enough water. Showed me how to use it-moving the hose around slow, taking advantage of the water as best as possible. Mostly, using it meant me hauling buckets of water and fillin the drum, daily. Cowboy was pretty clever when it came to creating equipment, and he rigged me up a kind of yoke apparatus. Went on my shoulders and I could haul up two old plaster compound buckets, balanced with my hands and hanging on the cross beam on my shoulders. Worked real good and made it easier. Without it, I'd probably have to make twice as many trips, not counting spills. They each held a little more than a gallon. and I could fill the tank with about 20 trips during the day. The first few weeks were a bitch. Cowboy knew how tired and sore I was at night..but after a while, I could really haul some ass up from the creek. Took barely an hour to fill the drum. And the watermelons, they sure did grow!
I got the hose all uncoiled and laid out to water the first row. And then I started thinking back to when we first got the patch started. "There's only really two things a boy's gotta know about growin watermelons, real common sense things, boy"
"Yes, SIR."
Cowboy was the king of common sense when it came to all things. be they raisin watermelons or raising a boy. "Weedin and watering, the two "W's, boy. You keep control of them boy and you ain't gonna have to worry about the third "W" boy!" Yes, SIR. If I didn't know nothin else, I knew about the third "W." Call it what ya want-----whoopin, weltin, whippin. "If you're gonna grow watermelons, you're gonna learn to do it right, boy." he'd said. And I did.
I was down there in the patch, most all the time. Weeding, hauling water, sweatin over my first crop. No doubt about it now, but in the beginning, Cowboy and Levi had different ideas of what constitued a "weed." He come down to check on the patch a couple of weeks into it. the first plants had just started to come up. I thought it looked pretty good. Wrong.
"Boy, you see anything wrong with this patch?"
"No, SIR."
"Well, seeings how your eyes ain't that bad, think maybe it's time for me to teach ya about weeds, boy." And, though it seems funny now, I wasn't exactly sure what Cowboy meant. "Go fetch them water buckets, both of em, and a weedin blade, and get back here quick, boy." 'Yes, SIR." I ran and fetched the buckets and knife and returned to find Cowboy sitting on the edge of the water drum stand, smokin a cigarette.
"Get down on your knees, boy, starting at the first row here.
" Yes, SIR. and I was on my knees."
"Boy, a weed is ANYTHING in this patch that ain't a watermelon plant." I was suddenly realizing that there was a lot of green in our patch that wasn't watermelon plants. "Those weeds, boy, they suck up the water and deprive our watermelons, and we can't have that happening, boy."
"Now, boy, we got two kinds of weeds in here. Them little bitty ones, the one's you can hardly see?? _s_h_i_t_, boy, they coulda sprung up while You was fetchin the buckets. They gotta get dug out or pulled out, and that's what ya do, boy, get em everyday. Got that boy?"
"Yes, SIR."
"But we got other weeds, bad weeds, boy. They's bigger. see em boy? Over an inch tall. They're the one's you missed cause you werent' paying attention, aren't they boy?"
"Yes, SIR".
"Here's what you're gonna do, boy. You're gonna crawl up and down each and every row and you're gonna dig and pull each and every weed till I can't see no weeds, ain't that right, boy?"
"Yes, SIR!"
"The little baby weeds, the one ya need to catch everyday..they go in the bucket on your right, boy. The big ones, the one's you missed, they go in the bucket to your left. Got that boy?"
"Yes, SIR!"
"Go, boy, git to it!"
"Yes, SIR." And with that Cowboy lit up another cigarette and I crawled practically on my belly fetchin up every weed in the patch. The end of the rows were hard packed soil. makin the pulling a little harder to get the weed, root and all.
Cowboy caught that and the next thing ya know he was standing over me.."Here boy, let me help loosen that up." Yes, SIR! Cowboy popped his fly and told me to hold his balls like I always do when he takes a piss. He drenched the dirt right in front of me. "There ya go, boy." Yes, SIR. He buttoned back up and left me to crawl and weed in the piss mud he had made.
Cowboy came and went most all that afternoon.. .adding piss where he figured I needed it. I was wallowing like a pig, weedin and weedin and startin to wonder how great an idea this watermelon patch was! It was getting late in the afternoon when I finally finished. Cowboy agreed and told me to put the buckets in barn.
Yes, SIR. Back at the porch, I was a sight. A muddy mess..head to toe. Levi's caked with "weedin dirt." Cowboy had fixed us a little supper. "We're gonna eat out here on the porch boy. You're too _f_u_c_k_in dirty for inside the cabin and I want ya to feel that mess for a while." Yes, SIR. We ate supper pretty silent. I didn't feel like talkin. and I was not so stupid that I figured today's lesson was over. It wasn't. After supper, Cowboy told me to leave the dishes..I could clean em up later. For now it was time to deal with all them weeds in the barn. "Get down there, boy, and wait for me."
I hauled my butt down to the barn and waited for Cowboy. He wasn't all that long in coming. just long enough for my ass to start sweating. First thing he did was drag out the bench he'd made for me..it had only one purpose. It ain't like I didn't know I was gonna get a thrashing, but seeing Cowboy pull the whippin bench into the middle of the barn just started my brain screamin. oh _s_h_i_t_, oh _s_h_i_t_, oh _s_h_i_t_. Cowboy just pointed at it and I knew what that finger meant. mount the bench boy. YES, SIR. Neither of us said a word and I did what I was "told."
The bench was made for me to lay on over. Legs down, butt up, arms and head adjustable. Cowboy quietly fastened the straps around my boots, which spread my legs wide and kept my feet locked down. They also seemed to make my butt raise up even higher. The big leather belt attached to the bench went over my waist and Cowboy pulled and sinched it tight. Now my butt was sticking up high. I was thinkin how I wished I had had a chance to get my bone situated better..no chance of that now and I wouldn't dare ask. The wrist straps were on me. but Cowboy left me a little room to move my arms a bit. Wondered about that??? I was fixed. secured to the bench with my butt so vulnerable I almost started crying and not enough freedom of movement to do _s_h_i_t_ about whatever Cowboy decided to do with my ass.
Cowboy came round and plopped one of the buckets in front of my face. "What we got here, boy"
"Weeds, SIR!"
"Boy, what kind of weeds?"
"Little weeds, SIR."
"Good boy. These are little baby weeds, the kind a boy pulls everyday. just like you did today, boy. I'm proud you got all these baby's pulled, and ya did a real good job, boy"
"Yes, SIR."
The bucket was removed and the other plopped in front of me. 'What we got here, boy?"
"Weeds, SIR, bad weeds, SIR"
"Good boy, you're suddenly able to tell the difference, aint ya, boy?"
"Yes, SIR!"
"But ya couldn't tell the difference this morning, could ya, boy?"
"No, SIR."
"Now, boy, I'm gonna give you a lesson so's you'll never again have to wonder what's a good weed and a bad weed, got that boy?"
"Yes, SIR!" I didn't think it was possible for my ass to move, but it twitched a little. I knew it was gonna burn, and burn bad for a while to come.
I heard Cowboy step away and grab a strap off the barn wall. He came up behind me and put a hand on my ass cheeks. rubbin em through my muddy Levi's while he talked.."here's what you're gonna do boy. You're gonna clean out that bucket of weeds. You're gonna reach in that bucket and pick one up and tell me what it is. And every time I hear the words "bad weed," I'm gonna give you a little something to let that fact sink into your ass and your brain. You got that, son?"
"Yes, SIR!"
"You're gonna sing loud and clear, boy, got that?"
"Yes, SIR." Daddy laughed..loud and clear and I knew he meant every word of it. I heard him run the strap through his hands. "By the time time you get your ass to bed tonight, boy, (more laughter) you're not only gonna know what a "bad weed" is, but we're gonna have all that mud dusted off the ass of those Levi's, ain't we, boy?"
"YES, SIR."
"Let's get goin, boy. Sooner we start, sooner you're gonna learn."
"Yes, SIR." And I picked up the first weed, hollered "Bad weed, SIR" and Daddy's strap whistled through the air and bit my butt right through my Levi's. I gave a little yelp and before the blaze started to rise, grabbed up the next. I knew better than to stall Daddy with the strap in his hand. "Bad weed, SIR" Kwaaack!! The second as hard as the first. "Bad weed, SIR" Thwaack."Bad weed, SIR" Whaaaack. It went on for the better part of thirty minutes. Cowboy never let up. I was screaming and gurgling the "Bad weed, SIRs" and they were met with relentless strapping and Cowboy occassionaly piping in with "you're learning, boy,"
"Yes, SIR!" When it was over, when there was no weeds left in the bucket, I wasn't sure I had an ass. I wasn't even sure there was a thread of Levi's left on it..much less the mud Cowboy was gonna dust off em. It was only when Cowboy hung up the strap and came over and place his hand on my buns that I knew they were still there. A combination of being numb, hurtin like a sonofabitch and incredible fire.
Cowboy felt the heat rising outta my jeans.."You're smokin, boy" he laughed. "Think ya learned anything, boy?"
"YES, SIR," I yelled through my tears.
"That's all I ask, boy, is that ya take your medicine and learn your lessons."
"Yes SIR." As Cowboy soothed my butt, I wondered if I was gonna be able to make it back to the cabin. Sure as _s_h_i_t_, I knew this little lesson would stay on my ass for longer than I wanted it to. Cowboy began to release my bonds, helped me get up on my feet. I jumped when he touched my blazing ass. He put his arms around me and helped my back to the cabin.
"Got anything to say, boy?"
"Yes, SIR. I'm sorry, SIR. I've learned my lesson SIR. No more bad weeds, ever, SIR. Thank You for teachin me, SIR"
We got to the porch, and Cowboy grabbed my buns, the pain shot through em and I jumped and yelped. With a squeeze, "Who owns that ass, boy."
"YOU DO, SIR, COWBOY owns my ass, SIR!"
"Good boy" and Cowboy carefully popped my fly and peeled the warm Levi's off my ass. I stepped out of em, and marched my bare welted butt into the cabin and into our bed. Slept on my belly all night. Cowboy felt and tended my cheeks and I fell asleep like a baby.
Standing there, in my brand new hard earned Levi's, it was kinda strange to remember back to that whipping. It gave a nice rise to my Levi's now, as I watered row by row. It hadn't been the first sound whipping Cowboy had administered, and surely wouldn't be the last. Guess I think of it now, standing here looking at our patch, cause it was the first lesson I got in growing watermelons.
I moved the hose to the next row, and stepped over to take a peek into the drum to see how much water was in it. _s_h_i_t_! It was getting a little low-trying to think whether I should take the time to fill it now or wait till we got back from the picnic. Cowboy and April and Linda would all be ready soon. how much should a boy gamble? I went to the barn to fetch my yoke and buckets. Yeah, it mattered. Headin down to the creek, mind flashed back to a more memorable day of hauling water..
It was on another typically beautiful day. Hot, kind of the way we like me. I was up back of the cabin splitting wood for the fire. And I hadn't been down to the patch since the day before. I heard Cowboy head down the path and didn't think nothin of it. just kept on splitting. Till I heard him holler. "boy, get Your ass down here!"
"Yes SIR!" and I came running. I was stripped to the waist in my old Levi's and workboots..the breeze felt kinda good on my body as I ran down to see what the trouble was. _s_h_i_t_, Cowboy already knew what the trouble was. and I was gonna find out soon enough.
He had the hose in his hand and held it up. "boy, what DON'T you see."
"SIR, I don't know, SIR."
Cowboy grabbed me and hoisted me up to the water drum by the waist of my Levi's. _s_h_i_t_, I thought they were gonna split right off my ass. he held me by the middle of the waist and the ass seam ran right up my buttcrack. squirm any more and I'd have the whole seat of em shoved up my boyhole. "What do ya see now, boy?"
"Nothing, SIR! And I did see nothing. _f_u_c_k_, the drum was empty!
Cowboy set me down with a plop. "You remember the other "W" boy?"
"Yes, SIR. Water, SIR." If I hadn't taken a big dump this morning, I think I would have _s_h_i_t_ted my pants right there. Cowboy was pissed. I had gotten to where my bone sometimes got hard and stiff when I figured he was gonna tan my hide, but not this time!
"Boy, get your worthless ass into that barn-fetch your work chaps, the buckets, and the yoke."
"Yes, SIR!" And I ran like hell for the barn. Cowboy was waitin when I returned. He told me to get my ass in the chaps and I slid into them and buckled the legs. Cowboy grabbed the buckle in the back and sinched it up extra tight. Made my butt poke out of em more, that last thing I wanted right now.
"Get your water yoke on, boy."
"Yes, SIR." I slipped the contraption onto my shoulders and hitched the buckets to each side. "Head for the creek boy."
"Yes, SIR." Cowboy follwed only as far as the barn, told me to continue. Yes, SIR. On my way back up with the first two buckets, I stumbled and took a deep breath. Standing by the water drum was Cowboy. He had fetched the long lunge whip from the barn. Now, gotta say, I've lost count of the whippins he's given me over time. but he hadn't ever used the lunge whip seriously. just a little play on my cheeks in the field. Neither his face, not the whip in his hand looked like play. I got closer, a little scared for a change. "Boy, if I'm gonna have to come down here and supervise the fillin of this drum, _s_h_i_t_, I might as well buy me a mule as have a lazy son!"
"Yes, SIR."
"You gonna make me come down here, and I'm gonna teach ya what it's like to be a mule."
"Yes, SIR!"
"You're gonna climb up and down that hill luggin them buckets and get that drum filled boy. And I'm gonna whip and drive your ass hide until it's overflowin! "Best try not to spill, boy. Only gonna mean more trips! Now GIT!"
"Yes, SIR!" And with that Cowboy snapped that _f_u_c_k_er from 10 feet and laid the first stripe across my butt. Thank God for the chaps was all I could think. I moved my hide like a good little mule, got another stripe after I dumped the first two buckets."That's a welt to get your ass back down there fast, son!" Yes, SIR and I ran for the creek.. Back up the hill, the welts were still smarting. Only to run by Cowboy and get another lick of the whip, spilling some precious water when flinching and hauling my butt up high to dump what was left into the drum. Headed back down, not fast enough, and whoosh..snap! On my butt, direct hit and I yelped loud. _s_h_i_t_, my boybrain was tryin to figure just how long it would take to fill that _f_u_c_k_er up. With luck, if I could hold on and not spill too much of the water, 25 trips. 50 lashes. Dad was gonna give his boy a good 50 lashes! I raced by, but knew better than to try and turn my butt sideways to avoid the lash. CRAAAACK! And my butt took it head on._s_h_i_t_ that one stung both buns. My body was sweatin. couldn't have been as hot as my butt was gettin. Took me 45 minutes to fill that drum. And I lost count of the lashes across my ass. Cowboy didn't.
"60 boy! That's 60 welts you ain't gonna forget tomorrow, are ya, boy?"
"NO, SIR." I was spent. Exhausted.
"When's this water drum get filled, boy?"
"EVERYDAY, SIR!"
"Remember that boy! Next time I ain't just gonna whip your ass on the up and the down. but I'm gonna whip our hide ALL the way up and down. Think you can remember that, boy?"
"YES, SIR!!!!"
Cowboy set the whip down, came over and took the yoke of my shoulders. "Easy boy, easy."
"Yes SIR," I whimpered and cried. He unsinched my chaps, unsnapped the buckles and slid them off my Levi's. My Levi's were soaked. The ass of them must have been striped with whip marks, cause they felt like they were "attached" to my buns. Dad had ripped my ass up, not just strapped it like he usually does.
"Come here boy," Yes, SIR. Cowboy stood by the waterdrum stand. "Bend over boy." Yes, Sir..and I bent as much as I could. "Yep, that hides been whipped good boy! You think you learned anything?"
"YES, SIR!" I mumbled.
Cowboy pulled his pocket knife outta his belt, flipped it open. "Gonna have to open these Levi's boy. examine that boybutt." Yes, SIR. He tugged at em a little bit, making me holler and wince in pain. The knife cut a hole and I could hear him ripping the denim. The cold air rushed on my ass and he peeled the denim and left me hanging there bent over the stand, burned and welted boybutt hangin outta what was left of my Levi's. I heard his fly buttons popping and suddenly Cowboys hard dick was pokin at my hole. "grab on boy, this here's the rest of this lesson." Yes, SIR! And with that Cowboy rammed his full, hard _c_o_c_k_ up my whipped ass. "You're gonna learn boy, and learn real good who owns your sorry ass!" Yes, SIR. And Cowboy started riding my welts and I was screaming and hollering as he pumped away. I could feel the buttons of his Levi's rubbing into my welts everytime he pumped deep. "Boy, you're gonna learn and learn good. Gonna whip and _f_u_c_k_ the _s_h_i_t_ outta your ass till ya do, understand, boy?" Yes, SIR! Cowboy rode me for what seemed like hours, probably one a few minutes. When he finally shot, he shot big up my ass. He pulled out hard, making me suck air. "Stay down here boy. Stay down here and let the air work on those welts while my cum drips outta that ass. Just keep that ass up high and think on this lesson. When you think you've absorbed the lesson, git on back up to the cabin." Yes, SIR. With that, Cowboy buttoned up his Levi's, took the whip, my chaps, and the yoke back to the barn and went up to the cabin. I probably stayed there for another half hour. Stood up and almost screamed with the movement of my buttflesh. This whipping was not gonna go away in a day or two. I limped carefully up to the cabin..
I just about had the drum filled. Now ya know why I decided to get it done NOW! _s_h_i_t_, I've gotten the horsewhip a few times since that day..but it's one of the whippins Cowboy's laid on me that I never have forgot. And it's one of the few that I don't get a bone thinkin about. One more trip and the drum would be full. On the way back with the last few buckets, I heard them all coming down the path.
"_d_a_m_n_, Cowboy" April said, "I heard you was growin the finest watermelons in the county..this patch is gorgeous, look at them melons!"
I was feeling kinda good hearin that. and Cowboy chimed in."well, this here Yankee boy Levi's done a fine job. Took him a while to figure it, but he's made one fine patch!"
And April and Linda and Cowboy and Levi were walking the rows, admiring the melons. Cowboy was standing still at the end of one row, and I happened to look down at his boot toe. _f_u_c_k_.I was a queer for our cowboy boots as I was for our Levi's. My eyes, however, suddenly lost those shiny boot toes and focused directly at what was in front of it. A weed. A bad weed. For maybe a second, I figured Cowboy didn't know it. But when his boot toe dug in at the weed, I knew the jig was up. He reached down, ever so smooth, and snatched up the weed. I was standing right beside him. Without a flinch, I felt him slide that weed down into the back pocket of my new Levi's. Almost whispering, speaking to me only, "Here boy, let's put this weed in those Levi's. We'll clean it out later." I gulped. Yes, SIR.
And we climbed up the path to the cabin, fetched our picnic gear and headed up the creek. the four musketeers. That lone weed burned a _f_u_c_k_in hole in my Levi's all day. Didn't ruin the picnic for me at all. This boy has learned one thing for sure. A boy's gotta learn lessons...don't even matter sometimes what they are. just so long as he's got a Daddy to teach em to him. I loved April and Linda. Hated to see em go. But when I closed and locked the gate, my bone sprang up and I ran up the hill to the cabin. Boy was runnin to see Cowboy. Gonna be His boy again tonight...Yes, SIR!