Cody Branson

By Lambodara

Published on Oct 12, 2022

Gay

Cody Branson Chapter 2

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Cody Branson

Chapter 2 – A Job Well Done

Rain. A full damned week of it at that. The weather slowed us down to a crawl, but to be honest, none of us was lookin' forward to drivin' them beasts acrost no river, swelled such as it was now. We took a snail's pace toward the Canadian River hopin' it'd come back down afore time to cross. After a week of hard work, sloggin' through mud that sucked at the horses fee, we only made it about 20 mile north of the fort. One thing `bout the rain, there weren't no need for bathin' we was `bout as clean as we got. When we stopped for the night, I found us a halfway dry spot by some pine trees and pitched a tarp to sleep under. Looked like everbody did the same but for Nat and Bose. They didn't have no tarp betwixt them, so they was under Cookie's wagon. Our spot was kinda outside the main camp on account of trying to find dry ground, so the campfire on the other side of the wagon gave us a good view of the goings on takin' place under it. Curt sat beside me as we watched Nat dig that big ole pole out'n Bose's drawers. With the fire behind `em they was just shadows, but we could still make out that horsecock when it rared up. Nat slobbered on it for a good while, nursin' on it like a babe on a tit. Then he crawled out from under the wagon and snuck up to where Cookie kept the bacon grease and got him a glop of it and went back and smeared it all over that big black telegraph pole of his friend's, then he laid down on his stomach. Ole Bose commenced to getting' on top of him and found the right spot. Before he put it in there, he reached around and clamped his hand over Nat's mouth. We could still hear the grunts all the way to where we was when he started breachin' Nat's shitter; he didn't stop till his hips was layin' on Nat's ass cheeks. I could feel shakin' goin' on next to me. When I looked over Curt was floggin' his log like crazy. He looked up at me and said "Cornhole me Cody, while we watch". Well, sir, me being the accomodatin' feller that I am, I was more `n happy to oblige him. I shimmied outta my trousers and crawled over behind him. Curt already had his drawers down around his knees, so I pulled his cheeks apart and spit but he said "I done got it ready, just fuck me". That bein' said, I put my head down into his dimpled spot and pushed on in; he was indeed ready, his hole swallered my peter like it warnt nothin'. My boy was on knees and hands and I was right behind him with a death grip on his hips. I set into a rhythm as we went back to watchin' Nat and Bose.

By this time I could tell that Bose had set a good slow pace; I reckon it took a mite longer to cycle somethin' big as that thing he was sportin'. That's when Nat started moving around till he was on his back and he pulled his legs up till they was touchin' his chest. Bose dove right back in there and Nat's legs wrapped around his waist pullin' him down tight. Well, that inspired Curt, I felt my dick get cold when he pulled off me and shucked his pant afore layin' on his back. He made sure to turn enough he could still see the show. He aped what Nat had done and pulled his long skinny legs up to his chest. I slammed my dick back into him and he made a kinda squeakin' sound, then he wrapped his legs around me and pulled every speck of my cock up into him. I reckon I hit his special spot when we got in this position cause after about ten strokes he commenced to slimin' his belly up. Soon as his shakes was done he pulled off'n me and took my peter in his hand and rubbed it right at his mouth until I fired my juice right onto his tongue. He swallered it all down and licked the dregs off my dick. We looked back over toward the wagon and seen that Bose had pulled out of Nat and they was both strokin'. A minute later Bose tensed up and you could tell he was throwin' juice all over Nat's stomach and they way Nat was raisin' his hips I reckon Nat was cummin' too. After that, everthing settled down fer the night.

We found a good shallow place to ford the river. It was still a little high, we ended up losin' half a dozen head of cattle to bein' swept down the river, but we was just happy to be on the other side. The rain pulled out and we made up for lost time. A few days later we crossed into Colorado. Curtis had done heaped his plate and went to set with the others while I was still gettin' my chow. Once't I sat down I caught the end of a whispery conversation twixt him and Nat.

"It goes back mostwise normal after a day or two" Nat was tellin' him.

"Mostwise?" Curt asked.

"It ain't ever gone back tight as new" Nat sighed.

"You better think long `n hard `bout yer next move, boy" I said to him. He nodded and went back to eatin'.

Everthing was smooth for a handful of days till we pushed acrost the Arkansas river. The crossin' went fine, we didn't lose no steers, but that big black cock was like a sireen to Curt. It played on his mind all the time, consumin' his thoughts. He held out two more nights afore he was sweet-talkin' Bose tryin' to get plowed. It didn't take much more'n askin' and Bose was game to give the boy a rootin'. I kep' my distance that night. Even acrost the woods you could still hear when that big ole cock breached his hole; sounded like a mountain lion screamin'. After that night, things wasn't the same `tween me and Curtis. He kept closer to Nat and Bose and spent way less time `round me. The blacksnake had rernt him for anybody else.

We was nearin' the end of the line when news came to us that the government was buyin' silver and Colorado was bustin' with it. Some of the men went on to Cheyenne to deliver the cattle, a few broke off and went to stake a claim. That's what I decided I was goin' to do, but bein' a man of my word, I finished up what I started. Once't we got the cattle to Cheyenne and got our pay, I headed back to Colorado. That was the last time I seen Curtis. Me, Nestor and Martin went back to stake a claim and Curtis said he was stayin' with them two. They was headin' to meet up with a group of other buffalo soldiers. I suspected Curt would be getting' passed around till he wouldn't have to push out to shit. Nothin' more needed sayin'. I'll admit that I was a little sad and some disappointed, but I figured they'd be other strays lookin' for affection out there and I'd ruther we part as friends so I said my goodbyes and me and Nestor and Martin went on our way.

Silverton, Colorado – Autumn 1878

Time we got to Silverton, most of the best claims had already been staked so we had to take what we could get. We worked the claim hard at first, but we found out pretty quick it was a bust. Nestor and Martin decided to take up a more lucrative profession, buildin' cabins and such carpenter work. I was game to help `though I didn't know much about such stuff. We was workin' on a cabin for a feller named Morrow who had him a decent claim and had a squaw and her boy livin' with him. He said the boy wasn't his, and from the look of `im I reckoned he was tellin' the truth. The third day we was over there, him and the woman got to fightin' and he put her down – one pistol shot right between the eyes. There wasn't much law around in them days so the best she got was a grave on the edge of town. The next day when we went over, I saw the boy was bruised all over. One of his eyes was swelled up completely closed. I asked Morrow about it and he clammed up and got an attitude. That evening, he hollered at the boy to go fetch us a pail of water. When the boy came stumblin' back he tripped and dropped the bucket. Old Morrow pulled a leather whip off'n his saddle and popped the boy with it. I felt a blindin' rage swell up in me. I hollered for him to stop and he yelled for me to mind my fuckin' business. The second pop with the whip was follered by the pop of a gunshot and Mr. Morrow went to rest by his squaw on the hillside. I took the boy with me and left Morrow's claim to Nestor and Martin.

It was too late in the year to try to make it to one of the bigger towns so me and the boy would have to hole up on the original claim till spring. I set about fixin' up the cabin and getting it tight `fore the snows started. Nestor insisted on sharing part of Morrows silver with us, so we'd be able to get by. I started tryin' to find some kind of work for extra income, or at least trade for rations. I started experimentin' with cookin'; I'd always pestered the chuckwagon fellers in the past so I picked up a few things here `n there. I got Nestor and Martin to try my cookin' and Nestor allowed as he thought lots of the fellers would be game to pay up for some decent food. I went to fixin' one big meal a day at first. It didn't take long to figure out I needed bigger cook pots. By the end of November Nestor and Martin was buildin' me a buildin' on the main strip, two doors down from one of the saloons.

The boy and me got acquainted. He said his name was Pansook, it was Ute for otter. Most a the time I just called him Pan. He turned out to be older than I thought at first. Just to look at him, you'd think he was nine or ten maybe, but he was a 14-year-old runt. I fount out somethin' was off the first night when we took to bed and after he shucked his skins, I saw he had a fair sized bush of black hairs around his peter. He also seemed to have a likin' for menfolk, or maybe just me since I saved him from that hateful bastard who killed his mother and was beatin' him. He tended to sleep tight up against me and more than once in the night I'd woke up pokin' `im in the back. It went on like that for a week or so, just innocent sleepin', till one of those times I woke up and he'd dragged my hand `round to where it was covering his little peg. Well, it wasn't boy size no more, it was the breadth of my hand and a little stuck out the other side when I made a fist around it. When I squeezed it, he reached back and settled my cock `tween his cheeks so's I was knockin' at his back door. He commenced to pushin' back.

"Ain't gonna go without some grease" I whispered.

He didn't say nothin' but he got up from the bed and went over to where we kept the renderins and I watched as the moonlight from the window lit him up. He got some grease on his fingers and pushed it up inta his ass, then came running back over and got back in position again. He put my hand back around his peter and then put little Cody back in the groove and pushed back on me. He sucked in a breath and I felt the smooth, fiery hot insides of him surround my cock; it'as like I died and gone to heaven. Pan didn't stop till his tailbone was hittin' me. He lifted his leg and put his foot on the other knee, openin' hisself for me. I obliged him and started sawin' to and fro; he was purrin' like a kitten. I reckoned this wasn't his first pokin'. I set my mind to take it slow and I was strokin' his peter in time to my strokes in his behind. He motioned for me to hold on, and pushed me over on my back. He got back on me ridin' me like I was a horse. He stretched up and kissed me; this was somethin' new but I liked it. He set back up straight and started humpin' on me and I grabbed his little link sausage and massaged on it while he was workin' mine. He begun to lean way back like he was linin' up my dick to rub his special place and he started makin' a moanin' noise; his little dick was hard as a rock. A few minutes later he sprung loose and shot one little line of watery cum on my stomach. I run my thumb through it and brought it to my mouth to give it a taste. Between tastin' his cum and his little ass squeezin' on my pole I went over the edge and filled him up. When he got up, my offerin' slipped outta his ass onto my belly by where he'd cum earlier. I cain't tell you how surprised I was when he leaned over and started cleanin' up all the juices. He licked on me till I was clean as could be, then moved up to my peter and cleaned it up too, even up under the skin. He almost made me shoot a second time, but stopped just short as the sun was comin' in the winder now.

Pan got out of bed and pulled on his clothes and put on a pot of coffee. I was burstin' for a piss, so I got dressed and went out back. Well, sir, this relationship had definitely changed. He come out and stood by me and took a piss with me. I looked around to make sure there weren't nobody close and leaned down and kissed him square on the mouth again, just like you would a woman. He smiled and gave my cock a squeeze `fore I put him up and we went back inside to start the day. Pan poured us up a mug of coffee and set to makin' us some bacon and eggs. Folks was pushin' hard on me to start openin' up for breakfast, I thought about it but hadn't yet. I knowd it'd bring in more money but I'd lose my quiet time in the mornin', and after the mornin' starter Pan just offered up that'd be quite somethin' to lose. On the other hand, it'd near double our take in a day. Hard choices.

Another thing that sprung up was fellers askin' us to bring their food out to the worksites. I wasn't sure how I could manage that, me and Pan was busy as beavers now just gettin' the cookin' done. That's when Chang came along. Chang was too little to work on the railroad so he came into town lookin' for some other work. I agreed to pay him a dollar and twenty-five cents a day to carry food out to the camps. Chang was smart as a whip, he knew ways to package the food to make carrying it easy. Soon as we got the food ready he'd load it up in the buckboard and head out. Business took off, in December we went ahead and added breakfast to the menu, though some days we couldn't do nothin' on account of the snow. I got Nestor to build a room on the back of the café so's Chang would have a place to stay. He'd get up early, while it was still dark and set the fires for us to be ready to cook when we got in. Business was goin' good; by February I'd set back a sizeable nest egg. Problem was, I was restless. I never was able to stay in one place too long. By April, I was downright miserable and when the thaw come I deeded the café to Chang and me any my boy took off again. I had over a $1000 in gold and Pan allowed as how he hankered to see the ocean he'd heard some of the fellers talk about. We decided to head out to San Francisco.

Pan's growth spurts had started and he shot up from about 4 and ½ feet to probably about 5 and ½ over the last six months. Carrying heavy pots and pans and firewood had his chest built up pretty nice for a boy of (now) 15 years. I kept waitin' for him to turn to the girls and leave me behind, but he didn't show no interest or even curiosity in the split tails. He said I was all he wanted and I damn sure was satisfied. His little four inches had stretched on out to somewhere over 5, maybe 5 ½ and thickened out too; it was getting more than a mouthful; the tip was poking my throat nowadays and he still had time to grow. Though he wasn't interested in the females, he had begun to show interest in a more mutual relationship with me. He'd made hints as how he might, maybe like to try cornholin' me like I did him. I won't lie, I'd gone that route, but it'd been years ago. I though about it a few days `fore I set my mind to let him try it.

I woke up in the middle of the night thinking about it and I was horny as old Billy Hell. I run my hand over and felt that Pan was hard as nails even in his sleep, so I got up and got some grease and fingered my hole a minute. I crawled back in the bed and he still hadn't woke up so I got over top of `im and started trying to force it up in me. It wasn't going anywhere. I figured out I was going to have to push out like I was takin' a shit, and once't I did that the head started workin' it's way in. That's about the time Pan woke up and went Oooohhh as he bucked up into me and sent a flash of searin' hot pain up my ass.

"Hold up, hold up there partner" I grimaced.

"Sorry, Cody, it just felt so good" he whispered.

"I know it does, but yer gonna have to give a minute" I says.

I squoze down on him damn near tight enough to pinch his dick off two or three times `fore my ass started to relax a bit. Once't he felt it get loose he set to rootin' me serious-like. I staying in a squat at first as he slapped his thighs against mine reamin' out my hole. My knees started to get tired so I sat down on `im and started sliding back and forth fillin' and emptyin' myself. He surprised me when he rolled us both over, never leavin' my ass. Now I was on my back and he was plowin' me like there was no tomorrow. For a first time he was doing a dang good job. He abused my hole for another five minutes or so before he went all stiff and let out a low howl. I could feel `im throbbin' in my ass. Once't he was done, he wasted no time getting down between my legs and sucking on me till I let loose the entire contents of my sack into his mouth. He swallered that, the commenced to eatin' his offerin' out of my back door. He licked and sucked till it was all gone. I was kinda not sure about him kissin' me at that point but he done me so good I went ahead. I could taste him and me and a little assy tang. His face smelled like my ball sweat and I could smell his manly scent comin' from under his arms. I realized I was in love with this young feller. I just hoped it turned out better than the last time.

Lambodara 10/11/21

lambodara@protonmail.com

One more installment in the story. Maybe more to come.

Next: Chapter 3


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