As they rode back to the campsite, Cory put randy on one of the horses in front of him. They were using the other horse to carry some of the stuff they had bought. The wagon would go back the next day and pick up their remaining goods, and anyone else's.
"You made a good impression on Amanda, randy. That's important to me." Cory tightened his grip around randy. "And seeing you and Julie together just made me think, well...." He paused "You two could have beautiful children." randy laughed. "Sir, you studding me out?" Cory sighed. "Way of life around here. Could happen." randy paused, and thought for a minute. "Sir, tell me if I'm speaking out of turn but... Corey sighed. "I know what you're gonna ask me. It's ok, cowboy. Yup, Julie's my daughter. Me and Amanda. Not a long story, just what happens when, well, a cowboy has too much to drink, a woman much better than him is very lonely, and then, said cowboy's gotta get back on the road. " "Why do you say she's better than you, Sir?" "Well... look at my life... I can't read, can't write, can't cipher. " He laughed. "Well, Sir, look at me.. Can't ride worth shit, can't shoot worth crap. " Cory whispered in his ear. "Can't fuck either." "HEY SIR. Why's that? " "It's cause I won't let ya. Ya got a problem with that?" randy felt Cory's beard against his neck as they rode. "No sir. I have no problem at all." "Good. Cause traveling to town has made ole Cory as horny as a stallion in a field of mares." "Yes sir. You still want me tonight?" "Well, hell yeah. You got plans or something, randy boy?" "Uh, my plans were to do what you told me to do." "Those are GOOD plans boy. Keep them in mind over the winter. .
When they got back to the wagon, it was a completely different place than it was when they had left. Half of the gang had gone to town, while the others had stayed, They'd switch tomorrow, and randy would be at the wagon with Cory and some of the other guys. They'd be buying a second wagon in town: they always used two, because the group would break up in opposite directions. They'd stop along the way to drop off supplies for whomever had come to his winter quarters, and the last guy would keep the wagon until the next year. Tomorrow, Cory'd sell off the cattle they had, but while they were gone - he didn't want randy to see the butchering - they had selected several of the animals to provide meat for at least a little while. randy came back to the smell of smoking. It would fill his lungs, and to the end of his life, he could't handle smoked meat very well.
"Busy place, huh randyboy?" "YES SIR! I wish I had been here to help." "Oh, you'll get your turn tomorrow." He laughed. "Tomorrow's Cooky's turn to go to town. You're gonna be running the kitchen young man. Hope you learned something." "GULP" Cory laughed when he saw randy's face. "Let's go for a walk. I think we got time for a little relaxation before dinner. "
They had gone off about 1000 yards when Cory stopped. "One of the last patches of grass we're gonna see for a while. Right there. No, wait one minute." He took randy in his arms, and randy felt Cory's tongue find his willing mouth. "MMMMMM. MMMMMMMMMMPH..." randy moaned as Cory probed him. He wanted to push his crotch against Cory's knee, he was so hard, but Cory seemed to know that and was backing off. randy was breathing hard when Cory broke. He spun randy around and had him around the middle with one hand, and his other hand down randy's shirt. "You looking forward to four months with me, randy boy?" "YES SIR. YES SIR. Almost as much as.. OH GOD SIR." He felt Cory's hand at the back of his jeans, beginning to inch them down. "Let me open the buckle Sir. GOD I want you!" "Gonna take too long with those fancy fingers a yours, randy boy." It was true. Cory had his pants down around randy's ankles , when he ordered. "ON YOUR BACK ON THAT GRASS." "YES SIR. OH GOD YES SIR." Cory laughed as randy tried to navigate the small bit of space, with his jeans down around his boots, but he got there. Cory followed, grabbing him around the middle and gently easing him to the ground. "I have NEVER wanted a boy so much, so often, as I want you randy. " "Then take me Sir. PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE." when he begged, randy's voice took on the sound of a desperate child, and he was desperate now. His cock was hard, dripping, and he was trying not to take care of himself as Cory stripped down. "DAMN. I'm gonna take ya without grease, not even spit cause my mouth is dry. Let's see what kind of man you are." At first, randy thought "not much of one," because as Cory went in, he hurt. He had never hurt the way he did right now. He was, however, relentless. "Take it boy. If we run outta lube over the winter, you're gonna have to get used to this." When Cory got past his first ring, the pain stopped. Now, randy just wanted more, and he pushed forward. He continued to whine, as Cory stretched out and began running scruff on his neck. He wasn't gentle either, and randy loved it. "OH SHIT. MORE SIR. MORE. FUCK ME LIKE THE STALLION YOU ARE. PLEASE. PLEASE. REMIND ME WHAT I AM." "YEAH, I'LL DO THAT BOSTON BOI. YOU'RE A SPOILED SMART ALECK, BUT YOU SURE ARE CUTE, AND YOU SURE ARE A GOOD FUCK." Cory pushed further. As he was, he looked at randy. "Is that a moustache I see beginning to grow boy?" "Yes sir, I just thought." "You better think of shaving it tomorrow. First thing. Or I'll shave it for ya. In front of everybody, heh heh. " "Yes sir. Yes, I will. " randy had stopped shaving three days before, just to see how it looked. Now it was clear: his Man didn't WANT to see how it looked. His man wanted his boy to take his cock. ALL of it. Non stop. And randy wanted it. "Please Sir. PLEASE PLEASE..." randy was about to say something about Amanda but caught himself. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK ME YOU STUD..." he yelled as Cory started cumming. His yell must have been REALLY loud, or sound must have really been travelling because he could hear some of the guys yelling "YEEEEEEEEEEEEHA." Caleb's man told him the next day that the sounds got him so excited, he dragged caleb to the back of the wagon and fucked him right there. Now that he was done, Cory got to work on finishing up randy. "Better not take long boy, cause you already pissed me off about that moustache." "I'm sorry Sir. It goes tomorrow morning. Yes sir. YES SIR. NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGG" Cory covered randy's mouth with his had, so a lotof sound didn't get out. As they caught their breath, Cory looked down at randy, smiling. "First time I'm gonna be bunking with a boy during the winter. Lookin' forward to it. Hope you are." "I am Sir. For a lot of reasons. Where are we staying?" "There's a little town, about 40 miles due east. Get ya closer to Boston, ha ha." "Sir, I need to ask a favor. Please don't mention Boston again. That's not me anymore. Call me Boston randy if you want, but I don't want to go back. " "Why not boy?" "Cause I KNOW you're not coming, and I'm not going anywhere without you Sir." Cory didn't say anything. He just grabbed randy and teared up a little. "Ya know the story of Ruth, randy boy?" "I know it Sir. I haven't read it in a while." "Read it for us tonight. I'm in a somber mood. I wanna think about you and me, kid. I wanna think about a lotta things. Winter's gonna be a big test. A BIG one." He pulled randy up to his feet. "Sorry I got ya all mussed up. The river isn't too cold yet. We'll clean up tomorrow. Maybe play one last game of rope the boy, at least in the field."
The next morning, when they were all up and getting ready, randy took the broken piece of mirror he and Cory shared, so he could shave his moustache hair. When he did, he saw the big red mark Cory had left the night before. He took a bandana and tied it around his neck before he went out to start the coffee . Cooky was still there. His half would take off after breakfast. He began to laugh. "HELL randy! We all heard ya yesterday, you gotta rub it in our faces?" "Whaddya mean, Cooky?" "You wear that neckerchief, EVERYONE Is gonna look. Leave it off, you have a chance that the guys'll leave ya alone. Now get over here. I need some help with the biscuits. Bacon too. Everyone's gotta start fattening up for winter." randy looked at Cooky a little helplessly and Cooky laughed. "AW, randy, everyone knows what goes on between you two, and you're not Cory's first. C'mon. Wear it with pride. It's like a medal. Shows how much Cory likes ya . It'll make the winter better. " "You think so?" "YUP. Now slice that pork randy. You want him to start NOT liking you? Make breakfast late."
The half of the guys who hadn't been in town the day before went off, and then a small group, with Cory, started leading off the cattle they had left. Time to sell them, and disperse. randy was at the wagon with just a few of the other guys, including Jackson. He pulled out the Walt Whitman that Amanda had given him . He was transfixed. Whitman was beginning to be spoken of when he left Boston, but he didn't know this was in him. "Hey, what you reading, sweet randy?" Jackson came over, and sat next to him. "Haven't had a chance to talk to you in a while. Late in the season's always busy." "Hey Jackson. Yeah, everytime I have a few minutes, I feel Cory's finger in my jean loop, or I feel his hand around me and next minute..." Jackson began to laugh. "You don't have to tell me. I know." randy got still for a minute. "Jackson, I'm sorry if I pushed you out from Cory." Jackson laughed again. "NAH. That was already done. I'm serious. " He patted randy's thigh, in a friendly way. "He likes what he likes. He wants his man to be boyish. I had that look, and then I didn't. " He paused. "And also, honestly, I wanted to try the other position for a while." randy looked up. "You did? Did you like it?" Jackson laughed even harder. "HELL NO! Twasn't for me that was for sure. That was the only time I wanted to go back to Cory, but... well, my looks had changed and... and you better know this, kid, he doesn't want to pair up with someone who isn't pure - unless he picks the lady." randy was paying as close attention as he could. "So... this young woman.. The one in town." "Oh, his daughter. Yeah, that's the best secret that everybody knows. He's been trying to find a way to, I don't know, preserve his idea of a family, and.. " he paused again. "You know, it may not seem it, but Cory's getting a little old for this kind of rustling. He's good at it, but it wears ya out. You see these guys . "Yeah." "Most of them have been doing it for five years or less. Fifteen years is a LONG time, and that's about how long Cory's done it: since he was younger than you, and he... well, he'll tell you THAT story sometime. Let's just say there are reasons he and Will hate each other. " randy gulped for a minute. Now he thought he knew what the reason was. "So, what's our scholar reading?" Jackson looked down at the Whitman. "Never saw so many words on a page." randy laughed. "Yeah, he goes on. It takes a bit to find something good, at least for me. Amanda might be able to help." Jackson looked off into the difference. "You may find yourself spending a LOT more time with Amanda in the future." Then he stopped. "I said too much. Hey, I got something for you, but before I give it, read me some of that stuff. Start at the beginning . Not a lot." randy read him the beginning of the poem, for about 15 minutes. Jackson sort of bobbed up and down, like he was making music. "That's real good stuff. HE WROTE THAT? You didn't make it up." "Nope Jackson. All his." "It's really good. Maybe you should read us that instead of Scherezade when we begin again." "Do you like the nights, Jackson?" "I do. " He blushed. "Sometimes, the stories give me ideas, and Amos is right appreciative. OH. Before I forget. I wanna give you this." He handed randy a denim shirt. It was clean , and randy didn't remember Jackson wearing it. "Well, thank you, but....." "But nothing randy. . Lemme explain. When I was Cory's boy, this was his favorite shirt. If I wore this, I wasn't getting out of bed the whole day. " He grinned. "And you and I both know, however good he is at this rustling stuff, he's better in bed. " randy blushed deeply. "yeah, you're right." "So, look, I wanted to give this to you when you joined us, but honestly, it was too big. " He looked at randy. "You filled out this year. Built up muscle. You resist when Cory takes you?" "Uh, no, I let him do what he wants." "Fight back a little. You'll lose, but you'll both have more fun. " He smiled . "Ok, keep that shirt for when you two hunker down for the winter. Don't tell him I gave it to you. Now I gotta get back to packing up. Amos and I will be one of the first to leave. We'll be with your group though, so we'll have a little time. Maybe Cory'll let us ride together if we ask. "I'd like that Jackson. I'll miss you this winter." Jackson smiled, and ran his hand over randy's hair. "Got to get over missing people randy. They could be here today, and gone tomorrow. Nuthin you can do about it neither."
Mid afternoon, they heard the group that had been out selling the cattle coming back. They were whooping and hollering, because in addition to selling the cattle, they had found a cache of honey on a tree on the way back. Purvis had to go to Cooky to see about getting some bee stings tended to, but the other guys were in the process of sieving out the honey so they could share it.
"Nice payday too guys," Cory smiled. "We'll do the final division when we're all here tonight. Maybe after dinner. " He turned to randy. "You come on back with me. I wanna know how you spent your day." randy smiled. He knew that meant Cory was horny: Cory was ALWAYS horny. Cory sat randy down, some ways from the wagon, on a couple of rocks. He put his arm around his shoulder. "So, pretty boy, what you do? Tell me AFTER you do this." He put his lips to randy, and randy responded. Cory smiled. "You up for one more lasso game?" randy smiled. "Maybe Sir. Can I recite something for you first?" "Well, sure. It is out of that book Amanda gave you?" "Yes sir, it is. " "Well, let's hear it." "I thought of you and me when I read it Sir. That's why:
"And the next came with equal joy, and with the next at evening came
And that night while all was still I heard the waters roll slowly continually up the shores,
I heard the hissing rustle of the liquid and sands as directed to me whispering to congratulate me,
For the one I love most lay sleeping by me under the same cover in the cool night,
In the stillness in the autumn moonbeams his face was inclined toward me,
And his arm lay lightly around my breast -- and that night I was happy."
Cory was quiet for a good long time. Then he looked at randy. "You thought of us when you read that?" "Yes sir." "And you saved it for me? You didn't read it to any of the other guys?" "OH GOD NO SIR. I wouldn't do that." Cory smiled. "Don't. Only read it to me. Read it to me every night this winter. Right before we go to bed. Promise?" "Promise Sir." Cory smiled. "You're a keeper boston randy. I didn't expect it, but ya are. " He took a deep breath. "Now I'm gonna give you a five minute head start, then I'm comin after ya. YEEEEEEEEEHAW BOY ROPING."
Within ten minutes, randy felt the lasso loop around him and within 15, he was hogtied. He remembered what Jackson told him and he began to struggle. "LET ME GO. YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME." He saw the look of surprise, then delight on Cory's face. "Boy, I sure can, and I will. And I'm gonna do a WHOLE LOT more to you..." He squatted down and opened randy's jeans. He began to stroke him and randy felt the fight leaving him. It left completely when Cory opened his shirt and began running his beard over his nipples before he began chewing them. randy's protests turned to moans of pleasure. He began to think about how good Cory's dick felt in him. When he closed his eyes for a minute, he heard Cory's zipper open, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that Jackson was right had been right: he had never seen Cory's cock so stiff, and so long. "You're gonna take it boy. Two holes. Starting here." He shoved his cock at randy's mouth. He gave no quarter, ramming it all into randy's open mouth right at the same time. randy took it hungrily, trying to build up enough saliva to get some friction. Cory "helped" him by grabbing the back of randy's head, and pushing it forward before pulling it back. When randy's tongue found a spot that got Cory especially excited, he just held randy's head there, and smiled. "You're doing good boy. This is probably our last outdoor fuck. It's gonna be memorable." Cory pulled his wet cock out of randy's mouth, and then undid the hogtie, so he could pull down randy's jeans. He had randy as hard as randy had ever gotten too. "Someone needs relief and it ain't just me, boy." "Yes sir. I do. I thought of you all day. I thought about the winter. Sharing a bed with you...." "FUCK STOP TAKING BOI OR I'M GONNA SHOOT BEFORE I'M IN YA." "yes sir." randy spoke very softly and quietly. He wanted Cory in him so badly. Then it happened. Unlike the mouth fucking, now Cory was gentle. He moved in slowly, running his hands over randy's body, reacting to each moan by working that part of randy's body a little more. "We're gonna get to know each other real well over the winter, randy boy. I'm looking forward to it." "Me too Sir.. OH SHIT.." Cory smiled because he had just pushed harder than he had been, and randy reacted the way he expected he would. "OOOOOOOOOOH. OOOOOOOOOOOOOH Sir. I'm gonna shoot. I'm sorry. I can't hold it anymore. NNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGG" Just as he shot, he felt Cory filling him. Cory shot about fifteen shots into randy before he stopped. randy saw there were tears in the corner of his eyes. "DAMN if you ain't the first keeper I've ever had randy. DAMN I told myself I wasn't gonna get sweet on some boy. DAMN DAMN DAMN." randy didn't know what to say. Maybe he could talk to Jackson about this. Cory untied him. "We gotta go get cleaned up before the water gets too cold. Then back to camp. Since this is gonna be our last night, there's gonna be a little fandango." He smiled. "I MAY let you dance with someone else, but you don't dance with no one without my permission." "Yes sir. I understand." "Now let's go find that spring." As they walked off, randy felt Cory take his hand and squeeze it. He didn't let it go. He could swear he heard Cory mutter "this wasn't supposed to happen."