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I started at the sound of Miss Ellie shouting my name from the other room.
"Coming, ma'am!" I called back.
I laid the small paring knife and the potato that I was peeling on the counter and
wiped my hands on the apron around my waist and hurried towards the front of the
house towards Miss Ellie's voice.
Miss Ellie was an elderly spinster. She was mean as Sandra Model Bbs
a snake, but she ran a good
house. Miss Ellie's Boarding House was known throughout the county, maybe even the
whole state of Arkansas, as a clean place to get a decent night's stay and a good,
hot meal. Despite the fact that she was a crabby old thing and didn't seem to like
me much, I was really lucky that she let me work for her. I knew I wasn't much good
for anything else. Everyone had said so.
"Help Mr. Wexler with his things."
I hurried out the front door and down the porch and skidded to a stop in front of
the biggest man I had ever seen. I didn't even Sandra Model Bbs
come up to the giant's shoulders.
The cowboy was wearing his Sunday best black Stetson hat on his head, pulled low
over his brow. He was tall and broad-shouldered. Not much of a neck. His brown beard
had grown wild from lack of shave while on his travels. He wore a black vest over
his once white shirt. His tan canvas trousers were in good condition, but dusty
and he carried a six-shot revolver on his gun belt. His dusty and worn boots had
to be twice the size of my boots. My eyes lingered perhaps a little too long between
his legs. When I realized that I could see what appeared to be the bulge of his
ample manhood, my Sandra Model Bbs
cheeks burned red and I quickly looked away.
Mr. Wexler flicked the brim of his hat up with a finger and looked me up and down.
A slow smile spread across his mouth. The big cowboy had friendly hazel eyes, which
reflected the smile on his lips. He nodded his chin at me. "You're a tiny little
thing," he said in a slow Texan drawl, his voice deep and rumbling. "You strong
enough to get this stuff up to my room, boy?"
He had two horses, one large chestnut stallion for riding and a small mule for hauling.
He stroked his hand up and down the neck of his stallion as he watched me.
"Yes, sir, Mr. Wexler," I said firmly with my chin held high, while trying not to
show that I was offended by his words.
I had a lean build, but I had good, strong arms from working. I know I'm short,
a half a foot under six. With my red hair and fair skin, I would get burnt Sandra Model Bbs
if I was out in the sun too long. I got that from my mama, rest her soul. I hated
that people thought me a weakling simply 'cause of my size.
Wexler chuckled and shot me a wink to know that he was just playing with me and
I relaxed a bit. His hazel eyes twinkled as he watched me with a knowing eye that
gazed up and down my body. I had seen that look from other men before, only this
time I wasn't upset by it. And maybe I welcomed it, just a little. Remembering Miss
Ellie's words and the sting of her strap, the warm feeling was replaced by a creeping
guilt. I gave him a quick smile back and looked away from him, not wanting to encourage
him. That kind of attention could get a man hanged.
I bent down and picked up the two large satchels. They were much heavier than I
thought they'd be, but hopefully I picked them up without looking like I was struggling.
I didn't want Mr. Wexler to think me a runt.
Miss Ellie called out "Room Three!" as I climbed the stairs with the bags.
I pushed open the door to Room Three and set the satchels down, nearly dropping
them. As I rubbed my hands together, soothing my palms and stiff knuckles, I took
a look around the room.
This room was one of the bigger rooms, located at the back of the house. It had
a nice sized bed, which a man Mr. Wexler's size would surely need. Like the other
rooms, it had its own wash tub in the corner. I looked around and made sure that
everything was in order. I made sure the sideboard's cupboard had a bar of soap,
washing flannels and drying towels. I crawled under the bed and pulled out the long,
flat storage box. I opened it and removed the extra blanket. I patted it off and
laid it on the foot of the bed, then pushed the storage box back into place. I smoothed
down the covers and fluffed up the pillows. I double checked the lamp on the night
table, making sure it was full of kerosene. I opened the curtains and pulled up
the window a crack to let the cool breeze get rid of some of the staleness in the
air. I wanted everything perfect for the big cowboy.
Once I was satisfied with the room, I went back downstairs and outside to the front
porch. Wexler handed me a leather bag. "I'm going to take my horse and mule down
to the boarding stable. I'll be back in a few minutes."
"Tell them you're staying at Miss Ellie's. You'll get a better price."
Wexler nodded and tipped his hat at me and set off down the street. As he walked
away, I watched his wide, broad back, then let my eyes drift to his muscular behind.
Feeling a blush creeping up my neck and a tingling in my britches, I hurried upstairs
with his bag. I set the bag on the bed and ran my fingers over it. The leather was
soft and worn and clearly he'd had it a long time.
Not able to delay any further, I went back to the kitchen and returned to my duties
helping Miss Ellie prepare supper.
Miss Ellie came in through the back door with two fresh chickens. "You get Mr. Wexler
"Yes, ma'am," I said.
I cringed as she prepared the chickens. As much as I liked eating and cooking chickens,
I sure didn't like Sandra Model Bbs
killing or plucking them.
Once dinner was finished cooking, I first served Miss Ellie and our guests in the
dining room. I made myself a plate and then quietly ate my supper at the tiny table
in the kitchen reserved for the help, which was only me at this time.
Miss Ellie always ate in the dining room with her guests. We only had two at this
time, Mr. Barnes and Mr. Wexler.
Mr. Barnes was going to be with us another few days. I wondered how long Mr. Wexler
would be staying. My mind couldn't help but wander. I wondered what he looked like
in the nude. He was so big and tall, with large feet. And he had such a generous
bulge in his trousers... I wondered how big he got when he was--
I let out a squeak and my fork clattered to the floor as Miss Ellie walked in.
Her mouth narrowed into a frown as she watched me. I felt my face burning and I
had to look away. It was as if she could read my unpure thoughts.
After a long moment, she looked at me with a cool eye and said, "Mr. Wexler wants
a hot bath before he turns in. Bring up the water for him in one hour."
"Yes, ma'am." I got up and made sure the large pot was filled with water and I stoked
Once the dishes were cleaned, dried and put away, I grabbed two buckets and filled
them with water from the pump. I went upstairs and tapped on Mr. Wexler's door with
my elbow. "Mr. Wexler? It's Rusty, sir."
The older man opened the door and let me in. I dumped the buckets into his wash
basin and then went downstairs for more. I made another trip with the well water,
then went back for the hot water.
When I stepped into the room, Mr. Wexler was dressed only in his union suit. He
had taken his hat off and he had a red ring across his forehead left over from the
brim. Those huge boots of his laid in the middle of the floor next to a pile of
clothes. I looked down at my boots and compared them to his. Lord, he had big feet.
The long one-piece underwear he wore was unbuttoned midway, stretched a little tight
around his slightly rounded belly. It needed a washing something fierce. It was
dingy and there was some yellow stains in his crotch. My eyes swept down his body,
pausing to stare at the pelt of hair visible on his chest. I just couldn't help
but look between his legs. His member created a sizable bulge that hung down the
leg. I blushed and looked away in shame, folding my hands over my own crotch, where
my pecker was straining against my trouser buttons. I glanced back to make Sandra Model Bbs
he didn't notice me staring. I found him looking right at me.
I swallowed nervously and I poured the hot water into the basin. I dipped my hand
in the water, satisfied that it was sufficiently warm for his bath. I got out the
soap, a flannel and a towel and set them on the side table next to the basin. "You're
all set, Mr. Wexler."
"How much for you to help me out?"
My eyes widened as all kinds of dirty thoughts ran through my head. Surely he didn't
mean... "Beg pardon?"
"I need my hair and beard trimmed. And I wouldn't turn down a back scrubbing."
"I... Uh... You'd be better off with the barber in the morning."
"I'm itchin' now, boy," he said as he scratched at his long, thick, unruly beard.
He pulled a small leather pouch out of out of his pants and held out a shiny silver
coin. "What do you say?"
That was a good bit of money. I'd be a big dummy to turn my back on that. "I reckon
I could do that. I'll go and get my scissors."
Mr. Wexler slipped the coin into my palm, his fingers lingering before slowly pulling
away. I went downstairs and fetched my scissors, a straight razor, foam and brush.
When I returned, the door was shut. I knocked quietly.
I opened the door and stepped inside and froze in my boots.
Oh my Lord.
Mr. Wexler was standing nude by the wash basin. His broad chest, stomach and trunk-like
legs were covered in a pelt of curly brown hair. His member hung long, thick and
heavy between his legs, resting over a low-hanging sack filled with two large nuts.
Its hood completely covered the bulbous head.
"Shut the door, boy," he said with a frown.
"Oh!" I shut the door behind me and walked over to the basin.
He climbed into the bath and let out a satisfied sigh. "Oh, this is might nice."
I wet the cloth and rubbed the soap into it. I lifted his hair and scrubbed hard
across the back of his neck, then down his back. He even had a soft dusting of brown
fur on his shoulders.
"Is this too hard, Mr. Wexler?"
"Scrub hard as you can. And reckon you call me Hoss, seein's how you Sandra Model Bbs
got your hands
on my nekkid body and all." His shoulders shrugged as he laughed to himself.
"Hoss," I whispered as I continued rubbing. A manly name for a manly man.
He let out a quiet breath and closed his eyes. I noticed he had a few scars and
scratches on his arms and on his hands. Probably from working. Hoss was an honest-to-goodness
cowboy. A real man. He was used to hard work.
Hoss lifted his arm and the ripe smell assaulted my nose. For some reason, it wasn't
unpleasant to me, not like it would have been on any other man. My prick took notice
and it got even harder in my britches. I squirmed a bit to get comfortable, glad
that Hoss couldn't see me. I scrubbed his arm and inside his furry armpit, moving
my head a little closer to get a quick whiff before I scrubbed the intoxicating
smell away. He didn't even flinch when I touched him there. I guess he wasn't ticklish
like I was. I repeated the same with the other arm.
I moved around to the side of the basin and dipped the cloth in the water to re-wet
it. I soaped it up and set to rubbing what little neck he had bared and then his
chest. His chest was broad and muscular. The feel of the thick, coarse hair made
my prick throb.
"You do this for a lot of men, Rusty?" Hoss asked. His voice was quiet, and had
a deep and husky quality to it, different than his normal speaking voice. It made
my whole body tighten up.
"No, sir," I responded just as quiet. "Well, once. A salesman from back east. New
York City. He asked for my help scrubbing his back."
Hoss let out a puff of air. Sandra Model Bbs
"I bet." His tone told me he didn't much care for salesmen.
Or maybe it was people from New York City.
I don't know what on earth possessed me to tell Hoss about him, but I wished I could
take it back. Oh lord, what Hoss must think of me now. I hoped he didn't think I
did more than wash the other man's back.
Unable to help myself, I blushed furiously at the memory. That slick-talking salesman
seduced me, not that I wasn't willing, I suppose. When Miss Ellie caught us, me
on my knees with my head in his lap, she tanned my hide so bad I couldn't sit for
days. She said I should be grateful she didn't turn me in to the law. And I was.
I could feel Hoss's eyes on me and I willed myself not to look back at him. While
I washed Hoss, I tried making small talk to distract myself from his body. "Where
are you from, Hoss?" I asked.
"How long you staying in town?"
"Three, maybe four days. I'm headed up to Dakota Territory. My uncle's getting on
in years and I'm taking over his ranch."
"That's super. You're gonna be the big boss. You must know a lot about ranching
Hoss chuckled. "Mm-hmm. Been doing it all my life."
"What kind of ranch is it?"
"Horses. Cattle. Mmmm..."
Hoss let out a low groan and I realized that I was slowly rubbing the cloth on his
chest and belly, no longer scrubbing, but softly caressing. I looked down into the
water and I gasped. His pecker was standing hard and upright. The head reached all
the way to his belly button and was poking out of the water. I froze, unable to
Hoss snickered and took the cloth from me. He rubbed more soap into it and pushed
it between his legs. I was thankful that he washed his own privates. He tugged back
on his foreskin to wash around the head and I had the decency to look away.
He took the soap and scrubbed it into his tangled hair. He scrubbed his face and
then rinsed off. He leaned back and closed his eyes.
"Now be careful, boy."
I looked back down into his lap. His prick was still standing at attention. He opened
his eyes and looked at me expectantly. I realized that he was ready and waiting
for me to give him a trim. "Oh. Yes, sir. Do you want it clean-shaven, or trimmed
"Just trim it down, boy."
After a thorough combing, I got the scissors and trimmed Hoss's hair down to a respectable
"Your hair is real thick," I said quietly as I carefully cut down Sandra Model Bbs
"I wish I could grow a beard."
Hoss let out a quiet laugh. "You're still nothing but a boy."
"I'm not a boy," I said indignantly. "I'm nearly twenty years."
"Mm-hmm. When you get on the other side of thirty, come talk to me again."
"You're thirty?" I asked with surprise. He didn't seem that old, especially now
with his hair and beard trimmed back.
"Not yet. Close. Miss Ellie your grandmama?"
"No. Sandra Model Bbs
My mama used to work for her. Mama taught me how to cook and clean and work
around the house, and so Miss Ellie kept me 'round after my mama died of the fever."
"You got no papa? You didn't work with the men?"
"No, sir. He left 'fore I was born. The men... none of them wanted me around. I
Lord, I missed my mama. My eyes stung a little and I blinked a few times, not wanting
to shame myself by weeping in front of the cowboy. Hoss didn't say anything, just
watched me as I trimmed the edges of his bushy mustache. My fingers brushed against
his now visible lips. They were full and pink and surprisingly soft.
I brushed the shaving soap onto Hoss's neck and on his cheeks. I carefully used
the straight razor to clean the edges back until he was perfect. Almost as good
as the barber, if I done say so myself.
Hoss leaned forward and splashed his face with water and I went and got the handheld
mirror from the sideboard and gave it to him.
"That's right nice, Rusty," he said as he ran his fingers over his head and his
beard while taking a look in the mirror. "Reckon it was worth every penny."
I smiled, glad that he was happy. He looked much better now. He was nice and clean.
His hair and beard were trimmed and brought out his mouth and especially his eyes.
Hoss was a very handsome man, very manly. I'm sure the ladies swooned when they
saw the big man coming their way. As I stepped back away from him, my knees buckled
a little. I guess he made me swoon, too.
He stood up and I held a towel for him. He took it from me and began drying off
while I packed up my things and cleaned up the hair clippings. I cast my eyes to
the side, not wanting to be caught staring at him in the nude again. "You're all
settled, Hoss. Let me or Miss Ellie know if you have any other needs."
"I got one more need here," he said huskily.
I looked up at him and he lowered his eyes down for a moment and looked back up
at me. I lowered my gaze down between his legs. His great big prick stood hard,
pointing towards his belly. It was red and swollen with the need he spoke of.
My mouth went dry. "There's a saloon down the way... They have, um, ladies..."
"Thought you might could help me out."
I swallowed nervously and shook my head. "I, uh..."
"I won't tell no one. I seen the way you look at me. You like my body, don't you,
boy? You prefer men... big men like me, don't you, boy?"
Unable to look him in the eye or even speak, I just nodded. For some reason, I just
couldn't lie to him and I just knew that he felt the same way I did. I somehow knew
I was safe with him, but my nerves still had me trembling.
He moved closer to me and took my hand. He walked over to the bed and sat down on
the edge. His hands moved to my shoulders and he gave me a gentle push down and
I knelt in front of him.
I reached my shaking hand towards the beckoning column of flesh. I looked up at
Hoss. He was staring back down at me with dark and lusty eyes. He nodded at me to
continue. "Go ahead, boy," he whispered.
I wrapped my right hand around him while my left cupped his heavy sack. He felt
hot to the touch. The skin was velvety soft, covering that hard as steel shaft underneath.
His foreskin was loose and very veiny. A clean, soapy scent masked his musky male
scent. I slid my hand down and revealed his bulbous cock head. It looked like a
ripe plum, wet with moisture. A drop of clear liquid leaked out and I began to move
I reckon I was good at this, having practiced on myself in secret plenty of times
over the last few years. By the way Hoss was breathing and the quiet grunts he was
making, I knew that he thought I was good at it too.
I kept stroking him with a steady rhythm, using a firm grip. I gently rolled his
large eggs in my left hand - he seemed to like that. Hoss bucked his hips up and
he struggled to keep quiet. His hand moved to the back of my neck and he urged me
"Take it in your mouth," he whispered.
I looked up at him and shook my head. "Only whores do that," I whispered, repeating
the words Miss Ellie beat into me.
Hoss frowned. "Well, I don't know who told you that... but if you don't want to,
I won't make you."
Oh, Lord, how I wanted to take back my words and do that with Hoss; more than anything
in the world I wanted to feel the head of his warm prick in my mouth. More than
I ever wanted to with that salesman. But after my dumb words, I didn't know how
to take it back. If Sandra Model Bbs
I did it now, he would definitely think me a whore. I didn't
want him to think of me like that. More than anything, it mattered what Hoss thought
I kept stroking him, slow and steady Sandra Model Bbs
at first, then a little faster. His nuts lifted
and pulled closer to his body. His prick swelled in my hand, growing even harder.
Hoss bucked his hips up and his breathing hitched. His entire body shook as his
legs straightened and his toes curled. "Oh fuck, it's gonna shoot."
The wide head of his cock flared and it burped out a thick wad of spunk all over
my hand. I slowed my hand as the hot slime drooled down his shaft and over my hand.
"Keep going," Hoss hissed as he pushed his hips up. "Don't stop."
I renewed my hand movements and Hoss let out a groan as he thrust up into my hand.
His helmet flared and I watched as the slit opened. A thick, white rope of spunk
blasted out of his cock and splattered hot and wet across my face. I gasped and
my groin contracted and I let out a whimper as I soiled myself. Hoss bucked and
thrust up into my hand. He shot over and over, his powerful jets covering my shirt
and my arm and my hand with his cream.
Hoss's chest heaved as he breathed hard, trying to pull in lungfuls of air. He finally
looked down at me through half-closed eyelids and gave me a big happy grin. He reached
up and swiped his hand across my face, wiping some of his seed from me. His thumb
brushed across my lips and I felt him leave behind a blob of his slimy fluid.
I reached up and wiped my lip with the back of my hand. Before I could stop myself,
my tongue ran along my bottom lip and licked away the rest. Mmm.
"That was mighty fine, Rusty. Thank you."
I slowly stood up, struggling against my weakened knees. I gave him a nervous smile
and let out a deep breath. He laid back on the bed and linked his fingers behind
his head and watched me. I followed his gaze to between my legs at the growing wet
spot there. When I looked back up at Hoss, he seemed right pleased with himself.
I took the flannel I used to bathe him and wiped off my hands and my face. There
wasn't much I could do about my trousers. I just had to hope that no one saw me
when I made my way downstairs. I dried off my hands with his damp towel. When I
glanced back his way, I saw that he was still watching me with heavy eyes. His prick
was laying heavy and limp and wet across his thigh. As I looked at it, it twitched
I had to get out of there before I got caught.
"G'night," I muttered to him as I grabbed my things and quickly left the room.
I hurried down the stairs and quietly sneaked into the kitchen. I grabbed a pitcher
of the water that was still warming over the fire. I took it into my little room
off the kitchen and poured the water into my wash bowl. I used a cloth to clean
myself, my hands and my face. I pulled down my britches and wiped the cloth along
my soft member, cleaning away the sticky spunk. I tugged at the red hairs down there
with the cloth, trying to get them clean.
My cheeks felt warm as I remembered the Sandra Model Bbs
feeling Sandra Model Bbs
of shooting in my britches. Doing
it while touching Hoss was much better than when I abused myself in bed in the middle
of the night when no one would know.
When I crawled into bed, I fell asleep quickly. I don't quite remember what I dreamed,
but all I know is that they were the nicest dreams I had in a real long time.
* Sandra Model Bbs
I set down the breakfast plates in front of Hoss and Mr. Barnes: fried eggs, grits,
bacon and biscuits. Hoss gave me a quick wink when no one was looking and I gave
him a little smile back. I returned to the kitchen and ate my meal real quick, then
started the rest of my morning chores.
I was busy all day with various chores and Hoss was out running his errands, I suppose.
I looked for him every chance I got. I realized he was likely avoiding me, not wanting
to see me after what I had did to him. I reckon I couldn't blame him for that.
I didn't see him again until supper time, but I thought about him all day.
As I cleared away the supper dishes, Hoss spoke to Miss Ellie. "I think I might
like another hot bath tonight, ma'am."
She nodded as he slipped a silver coin into her hand. She Sandra Model Bbs
smiled and tucked it into
her pocket. "Just let Rusty know and he'll bring the water up."
I was nervous Sandra Model Bbs
when I knocked on Hoss's door. When he let me in, he was dressed in
only a suit of dirty long-johns. After I poured the hot water into the wash tub,
he stripped down and climbed into it with a satisfied groan. He dipped the flannel
in the water and wrung it out and held it out to me. I was glad that he didn't offer
to pay me to wash him. I wanted to do it for him out of my free will, not because
he paid me. I took the cloth with a smile and knelt down and soaped it up and started
scrubbing. He was still plenty clean from last night's bath, so it didn't take much
I glanced at the growing pile of dirty clothes on the floor. "I could do your laundry
for you if you want."
"How much for that?"
"No charge. I'll just do it with mine."
"That's might nice of you, Rusty."
I shrugged, then realized he couldn't see me. "I don't mind," I added quietly.
"You're gonna spoil an old cowboy like me," he said quietly.
"You're not old," I said with a frown, ignoring the rest of his comment.
I moved around to the side and washed Hoss's furry chest and belly. He shifted his
legs, spreading them apart in invitation. His staff bounced up, clearly needing
tending to. This time I let my hand slide down into the water. I let go of the washcloth
and let it float away. I wrapped my hand around his fat prick and began a slow stroking.
"Oh, yes," he moaned. "I could get used to bein' spoiled like this... mighty easy,
One of Hoss's big hands snaked behind my neck. He pulled me close as he moved his
face towards mine. I closed my eyes as his lips pressed against mine. I let out
a little moan and kissed him back. He opened his mouth and his tongue slid back
and forth between my lips, wanting Sandra Model Bbs
entry into my mouth. My whole body ached and
I felt like I might just spill into my pants right then and there. I slowly parted
my lips and his tongue slid in and slid against my own tongue. A shudder ran through
my body as Hoss deepened our kiss and let his tongue explore every inch of my mouth.
I had never been kissed before, certainly never like this, so I had nothing to compare
it to, but it felt like heaven to me.
His hips bucked upwards and I realized I had stopped stroking him. I resumed my
hand motions while we kissed.
Hoss finally parted from my mouth and I panted against him, trying to catch my breath.
"Hoss..." My voice came out in a trembled whisper.
"You got a mouth made for sin, boy."
Hoss braced his hands on the sides of the tub and stood up. I pushed up off my knees
and picked up a towel from the sideboard and helped him dry off.
When he took my hand and led me over to his bed, I didn't resist. I was getting
ready to kneel down when he surprised me by pulling the covers back and laying on
the bed, close to the wall. I stood there, unsure of what to do.
"What you waitin' for?" he asked, patting the empty space next him. "Get in." I
climbed Sandra Model Bbs
onto the bed with him and he chuckled. "You got too much clothes on, boy."
His hand unbuttoned my britches and I pushed my suspenders off my shoulders, then
raised my butt Sandra Model Bbs
up as he slid the trousers down my legs. I lifted my legs up one
at a time and pulled my boots off and let them fall to the floor. Hoss pulled my
shirt over my head without unbuttoning it and dropped it on the floor. He pulled
me to his body and started kissing me again.
His big hands were rough and calloused from years of hard work. My body was on fire
as those hands slid and caressed all over me, touching every inch of my exposed
skin. I reached up and put my hands on his chest. I flexed my fingers, raking them
through the thick brown hair that covered his hard chest muscles.
Hoss rolled onto his back, pulling me with him. I slid off onto my side and glided
my hand through the hair on his chest over his soft belly. I scratched my nails
through the thick bush of fur at the base of his prick.
"Feels good," he whispered. "Keep touching me."
"Yep," I agreed. "It's nice."
His thick cock jerked, belching its slippery nectar onto the hairs on his stomach.
I wrapped my fingers around the hot shaft and began a slow stroking motion. I watched
his foreskin slide back and forth and the purple head glistened as it oozed and
dripped more of that sweet liquid.
Hoss nuzzled his nose in my hair. I felt him kissing my head. It was tender and
unexpected and so welcome. I felt safe and loved in his arms, snuggled against his
heated body. I closed my eyes and let the warm feelings wash over me.
His voice was so quiet when he whispered, "I won't think you a whore."
I lifted my head and looked up at him. Sandra Model Bbs
He reached over and cupped my cheek in his
hand. I searched his eyes, and found that he looked so genuine. As he stroked my
face with his thumb, he pressed his lips to mine. When he pulled back and laid flat
on his back, I nodded and whispered, "All right."
I took liberty and pressed my lips to his in a quick kiss, then on his bearded chin.
I slowly kissed my way down his neck and chest to his groin, liking the feeling
of the Sandra Model Bbs
tickle of his body hairs on my lips. I held his large prick firmly by the
base, fully examining my prize. I gave the wide helmet a tentative lick.
Oh, Lord, it tasted good and I couldn't help but moan. I licked again and again
until he was clean. I traced my tongue along the thick veins on the underside to
catch the drippings, all the way down, then back up. I closed my lips around the
head and began sliding my hand up and down, working him the way the salesman taught
me. I kept the head in my mouth and swirled my tongue around it, while jacking him
with my hand.
Hoss's hand moved to my head and intertwined his fingers in my hair. As he pushed
down, he thrust his hips up, sending his thick length deeper into my mouth. His
strong hands gently guided my head up and down.
"That's it, darlin'," he whispered. "Up and down... A little deeper... Suck a little
harder... Ooh, just like that..."
I bobbed my head up and down while sucking as I finally understood what I was supposed
to do, what he wanted me to do. My hand moved in rhythm with my mouth, like it was
the most natural thing in the world. This was much better than it was with the salesman.
The feelings were so intense. My own prick was flush against my belly, rock hard
and throbbing. It was ready to explode with just a touch.
Hoss's breathing quickened and I could feel his body tensing and relaxing, his belly
going taut and then softening. His body trembled as his legs straightened and his
toes curled. I could tell it felt real good to him what I was doing and that made
me feel ten feet tall. I had found something I was good at. I knew I was 'being
the girl' right about now, but the control I had over Hoss made me feel like a man.
It made me feel powerful. I had reduced this huge mountain of a man into a quivering
teddy bear. I increased my movements, going a little faster and a little harder.
"Oh, darlin', you're gonna make me spill," he whispered. "Keep going, don't stop...
I wanna spunk in your mouth..."
I hesitated for a split second and Hoss tightened his grip on my head, keeping me
from pulling away. I quickly decided that I wanted Hoss to spill, and I wanted to
make him do it. And the thought of him doing it in my mouth made me moan in delirium.
Hoss's prick swelled in my mouth and he let out a stifled groan Sandra Model Bbs
and his belly contracted.
He gasped, then held his breath and I felt a flood of warm liquid fill my mouth.
Mmm, it tasted good and salty. Knowing that he wasn't finished, I kept working him
and I was rewarded with a blast that jetted out with full force and smacked against
the roof of my mouth.
"Swallow it," he hissed. "Don't stop. Keep going."
To keep myself from choking, I swallowed Hoss's thick spunk as my mouth filled again
When he finished his climax, I Sandra Model Bbs
let his softened and satisfied member fall from my
mouth. It laid in that bushy nest of hair, thick and heavy against his thigh. I
slid up next to Hoss and he put his arms around me. I laid my head on his big, hard
arm as he pressed his hand on my chest and had me to lie flat on my back. His then
reached down and took hold of my pecker. My mouth fell open in a gasp as another
man touched me for the first time. My prick all but Sandra Model Bbs
disappeared in his meaty paw
and he slid it up and down once, then twice, and that was all it took. I bit my
lip to keep from crying out as I shot all over my stomach. I buried my face in his
neck as I tried to calm my breathing.
Hoss held me in his Sandra Model Bbs
arms, his hand slowly stroking my softening prick, rubbing my
skin back and forth across the slimy head. When my breathing finally slowed to normal,
he wiped us down with the towel and tossed it onto the floor.
I nuzzled my face into Hoss's neck, rubbing my nose in his beard. "That felt so
good," I whispered.
"You felt good. I ain't never had my cock sucked so good. You could give
whores lessons, darlin'."
"Hoss," I said as my face burned red. As much as his words embarrassed me,
I found I very much liked when he called me "darlin'." It made me feel special.
And I really liked that he enjoyed what I done for him.
Hoss snickered, then quieted down. "This is nice. Having a warm body to hold. It
gets lonely on the trail."
I twirled my fingers through the thick hair in the middle of his chest. "Yes, sir.
It's real nice."
"You been with lots o' men?"
"No, sir. Um... There was just one."
"The smooth-talkin' salesman?"
"Yeah. Other men, they wanted Sandra Model Bbs
"Mm," he grunted in distaste. "Don't wanna talk about them no more." Hoss rubbed
his nose in my hair. "Your hair is so soft, darlin'. I always loved me a red-head."
He then rubbed his nose across mine and planted a tiny kiss on the tip. "You got
such cute little freckles. You are so damn pretty, if you don't mind me sayin' so."
I probably would have been offended if anyone else had called me pretty. But that
it was Hoss brought a smile to my face and I put my arm around his husky body and
hugged him tight. I laid there quietly with Sandra Model Bbs
my cheek on his fur-covered chest as
he lightly stroked my hair. When I felt my eyes start to droop, I moved to sit up
and I covered my mouth and stifled a yawn.
"I should go. I don't wanna get caught. Miss Sandra Model Bbs
Ellie Sandra Model Bbs
will tan my hide."
"Stay a little longer," he said as he pulled me back down. "I wanna fall asleep
with you next to me, in my arms. Indulge an old cowboy. Just a little longer, darlin'..."
How could I refuse such a request? I relaxed into Hoss's warm embrace. He kissed
the top of my head one last time. I listened to his slow and steady breathing, feeling
his chest rise and fall under my head. I wanted so badly to sleep next to his big,
warm body, but I knew that would bring nothing but trouble.
When Hoss started to snore, I laid there for a few minutes longer, then slowly and
quietly got up out of bed. I pulled the covers up so that it was covering him up
to mid-chest. I laid my hand on his chest, pushing my fingers into the Sandra Model Bbs
I held it there for a moment feeling his heart thumping as his chest rose and fell.
He must have been rightly tuckered out, the way he snored to wake the dead. I reluctantly
pulled away and got dressed and gathered up all of his dirty clothes.
I gave him one last look before I opened the door. The big man looked so peaceful,
so handsome. I so longed to lay with him through the night and into morning. I felt
my chest constrict at the thought of him leaving. I thought it best not to get too
attached to him, but my heart seemed to already ache from loss. I looked to the
burning kerosene lamp on his side table. I walked over and put it out and I let
out a quiet sigh and silently left the room.
I shut the door behind me and creeped down the stairs to the kitchen. The house
was quiet and dark, everyone already in bed asleep. Though it was getting late,
I used the remaining warm water and soap to wash Hoss's clothes, then I hung them
on the line. I wanted them to be dry by the time he was ready to start his day.
* * *
I woke with a start when Miss Ellie banged on my door and pushed it open. "Get up,
boy! You're late again."
I scrambled out of bed and got dressed. I was in the kitchen in no time and grabbed
my basket, avoiding Miss Ellie's stink eye best I could.
"Honestly," she started, but I scurried out the back door before she could get in
I went out to the coop and quickly gathered all the eggs. After I that, I milked
Bossie. As soon as the first stream of milk hit the bucket, it reminded me that
I hadn't had my morning piss yet. The whole time I was sitting on the stool, I was
crossing my legs. I almost didn't make it to the outhouse in time. I rinsed off
my hands at the pump, then hurried inside.
Once back inside, I set about starting breakfast.
I was cutting the biscuits when the door opened behind me. I put my head down to
my work, not wanting to get Miss Ellie's mood worse than it was. A big warm body
slid up behind me and I drew in a sharp breath. That wasn't Miss Ellie.
"I see those pretty little hands are good for things other than... mmm... bathing,"
Hoss said with a chuckle. His voice was quiet, deep and gravelly. It sent a shudder
down my spine. I wiped my hands on my apron and turned around. He leaned forward,
trapping me against the counter.
"Hello," I breathed.
He narrowed his eyes and said gruffly, "Someone stole all my under-britches last
A big grin appeared on his face and I smiled back at him. "They're hanging outside.
They should be dry. I will bring them up to you after breakfast."
"Good. I don't think I can go 'round town like this," he said, then motioned downwards
with his eyes.
I looked down and I could see the perfect outline of his member and sack hanging
down the leg of his tight tan trousers. My face felt warm as my cheeks turned pink
and my jaw dropped. My lord, he was big all over.
Hoss laughed. "Ain't you just the sweetest little thing, going all red like that?"
He leaned his head down to kiss me and I pushed up on my tip-toes. My forehead hit
the brim Sandra Model Bbs
of his hat and I jerked my head back. He grabbed my head and tilted it
and held it still, then planted a deep kiss on my mouth. I was quivering when he
finally pulled away.
He stepped back just as Miss Ellie pushed open the door and walked into the kitchen.
"You ain't got those biscuits to baking yet?" she said with a frown.
"I'm just fixing to."
Miss Ellie looked at Hoss with a suspect eye. "Something I can do for you, Mr. Wexler?"
"No, ma'am. Just checking on my laundry. And breakfast."
"All right then. Breakfast will be ready soon. Now git."
Miss Ellie shooed Hoss out of the kitchen. As he left, he gave me a discreet wink
and a smile. I had a grin on my face a mile wide as I finished up breakfast.
I set a plate of biscuits and a bowl of strawberry preserves on the table for the
men to start on. Hoss and Mr. Barnes helped themselves. I watched Hoss split one
of the steaming hot, flaky biscuits and smear the preserves on each half.
"Mm," Hoss moaned. "These are some good preserves."
"My mama taught me how to make them."
Hoss looked up at me in surprise. A happy grin spread across his face as he finished
chewing his biscuit.
"Delicious, Rusty. I might like another," he said as he grabbed another biscuit.
This time he spread a very generous amount of preserves on it. The fact that he
was enjoying my cooking so much made me feel warm and tingly inside.
I looked up as Miss Ellie walked into the dining room with another man. She introduced
the tall and lanky cowboy as Mr. Griffith.
"Nice to meet you, sir," I said.
The Sandra Model Bbs
dark-headed, droopy-mustached man looked down at me and dipped his chin, but
Miss Ellie motioned for Mr. Griffith to sit down at the table before she turned
back to me. "Rusty, when you finish serving, bring Mr. Griffith's things up to Room
Four. He'll be staying the weekend."
I went to the kitchen and fixed another plate of flapjacks, grits and sausage. I
juggled all of the plates on my arms and served the three men and Miss Ellie. I
dashed back into the kitchen and grabbed the coffee pot. I poured coffee for everyone,
starting with Miss Ellie.
Once everyone had what they needed, I hurried to the front stairs and grabbed Mr.
Griffith's satchel Sandra Model Bbs
and brought it up to his room. I made sure everything in his
room was in Sandra Model Bbs
order and then went back downstairs to the kitchen. I quickly ate my
grits with the leftover sausage crumbles on top, then did the breakfast dishes and
cleaned the kitchen.
I went out back to the clothes line and pulled down Hoss's clothes. I folded them
nice and neat and then brought them upstairs in a basket. I knocked on his door
and he opened it and let me in.
"Here are your--"
Hoss grabbed the basket and tossed it on the bed. He pulled me in and kissed me.
His tongue slid into my mouth and explored every inch until my knees turned to jelly.
"I best go," I said.
"Don't want you to go," he growled low in my ear.
He brought his hand to my face. His thumb slid Sandra Model Bbs
across my bottom lip. "Damn, I want
that mouth on my prick."
I balled my fists in his shirt to keep myself from sliding to the floor on my knees
and putting my mouth right where he wanted it. "I want to, but I really have to
go. Miss Ellie will be looking for me."
"I'll have another bath tonight," he said as he stroked his hand down the back of
my head. He twirled his fingers through the red curls at the nape of my neck.
"Miss Ellie is gonna get suspicious. No cowboy takes as many baths as you."
Hoss laughed. "Maybe so. But I like to be clean 'fore I get dirty."
He squeezed my butt cheek and I laughed and swatted his hand away. Before he could
make another grab, I ran for the door. I flashed him a quick smile as I left his
"There you are," Miss Ellie said with a frown as I stepped off the last stair. "Mr.
Griffith has some needs. Take this list to the General Store. "
She held out the list and pointed at each item and sounded out the words all slow
and loud. Like I was deaf as well as dumb. I wasn't the best at reading, but I could
have figured these ones out. Well, except maybe that last one.
I frowned and took the list with a sigh. Miss Ellie smacked the back of my head.
"You best wipe that smart look off your face, and don't be giving me no lip."
I ducked my head in apology. "Yes, ma'am."
She walked off with a loud sigh, shaking her head. "Lazy as well as dim. And hurry
I went to the sideboard and fished around until I found a canvas bag. I looked up
and saw Hoss standing on the stairway, just leaning against the wall, looking down.
I instantly ducked my head, wanting to die. If he had heard Miss Ellie having to
read to me... He must think I'm a big dummy.
I hurried out the door rubbing the back of my head, while blinking away the dust
that seemed to have gathered in my eyes. I didn't want to stick around under Hoss's
judging eyes, but I wasn't in any rush to go to the General Store neither.
I hated going to the store. The Sandra Model Bbs
owner was an ugly, old letch of a man who was always
pawing at Sandra Model Bbs
me when no one was looking. Once when I was just barely fifteen, I tried
to tell Miss Ellie that he touched me and squeezed my bottom, but she didn't believe
me. Mr. Arsdale was a god-fearing, church-going man. He would never do anything
so vile. I got my mouth washed out with soap for my lies and trouble.
The bells on the door jingled as I stepped inside the general store. I looked down
at the list and no sooner had I stepped down the aisle, than Mr. Arsdale had slid
up behind me. I tried to side-step him, but he only moved closer, bumping into my
"Well, howdy, pretty," he said in my ear, his bristled mustache scratching me. I
liked the way Hoss's whiskers felt on my skin, but Sandra Model Bbs
his whiskers just got under my
skin. His breath was hot and smelled like coffee and egg yolk. It made me shudder
and made my stomach roll.
I jerked my head away, trying to get away from that foul mouth of his. "Hello, Mr.
Arsdale," I muttered through my Sandra Model Bbs
teeth. "I'm in a hurry, see."
I scurried away from him, but he followed me through the store as I picked up the
items on the list. I knew he was gawking at my bottom and it made me feel dirty.
I had put on my good trousers and suspenders, wanting to look nice for Hoss. I knew
now that was a mistake. The trousers were snug on my backside and I sure didn't
intend to gave Mr. Arsdale a free show.
As I picked up the shaving soap, Mr. Arsdale closed the distance and slid his arms
around me. He pulled me back to his pot belly. One hand grabbed at my privates while
the other took my hand and pushed it onto his member. I felt the heat of his hard
and stubby prick and I yanked my hand away and tried to squirm out of his arms.
"Stop it! I'll tell if you don't quit."
"No one's gonna believe you, you little tease," he grunted in my ear. "Parading
around like a whore. You think I don't see the way you look at the other men? I
know you bend over for them every chance you get. Well, you done teased me long
enough. It's time you settled your tab."
He started towards the back room, dragging me with him, but the door jingled and
Mr. Arsdale quickly stepped away from me and tried to compose himself. I gasped
in surprise as Hoss turned the corner. He looked between the two of us. He saw me
trembling and his eyes narrowed and his face turned an angry shade of crimson.
"Rusty? You okay, boy?"
"Yes, sir, Mr. Wexler."
I tightened my arms around the bag I was carrying and hurried over to Hoss's side.
Hoss stepped in front of me, blocking my view of Mr. Arsdale and his view of me.
Mr. Arsdale took one look at the expression on Hoss's face and squeaked and hurried
back behind the counter.
Hoss stood and watched while I double-checked that I got everything on the list.
I was embarrassed as I ran my finger across the words on the list, then touched
the item, making sure it was right. When I looked back at Hoss, he was just watching
me with a smile on his face.
I brought my bag up to the counter with Hoss as my escort. Mr. Arsdale put my items
on Miss Ellie's tab and then put them back in the bag. Hoss leaned over the counter,
his hand resting on the butt of his revolver. He tipped his hat back so that Mr.
Arsdale could see his eyes.
Hoss lowered his voice to a growl. "You keep your beady eyes and your greasy hands
to yourself. You Sandra Model Bbs
touch my boy again and I'll see to it that it's the last thing
you lay hands on."
The menace in Hoss's normally gentle voice surprised me, and it apparently scared
the Sandra Model Bbs
bejesus out of Mr. Arsdale. His eyes were as wide as saucers. He nodded his
head frantically and then ran into the back room.
I looked up at Hoss and two words played over and over in my head: 'my boy'.
He said that I was 'his boy'. He said that I was 'his'. No one since
my mama had stood up for me like that.
"Thank you," I said quietly to Hoss. He picked up my bag, put Sandra Model Bbs
his hand on the small
of my back and walked me out of the store.
I walked next to him in silence as we headed back to Miss Ellie's. Once we got to
the porch, he handed me the bag and said quietly, "Think you can stay outta trouble,
"Good. I'll see you later then."
His hand slid down my back as I went through the door and I looked back at Sandra Model Bbs
Later that afternoon I was feeding the chickens when I heard his deep voice behind
I turned and gave him a happy grin. "Howdy, cowboy."
His finger flicked the brim of his hat so that I could see his sparkling eyes. He
leaned up against a wooden post and watched me while chewing on a piece of straw.
"You know your way 'round chickens, too, huh? As well as the kitchen?"
"Yes, sir. Our eggs and milk are always fresh. I can milk a cow, too."
The corner of Hoss's mouth turned up. "Ah. I don't much doubt that, the way those
fingers milked me the other night..."
"Hoss!" My face turned bright red with blush and I turned my back to him
and returned to spreading my feed.
Hoss chuckled a throaty laugh. "So easy to get a reaction outta ya. Mighty cute,
I glanced back at him and smiled happily as I continue to spread my feed. Though
no grown man wanted to be 'cute', I very much liked that he thought I was.
The laughter in Hoss's voice died when he Sandra Model Bbs
asked, "That man at the general store
been troubling you?"
"Yeah. Few years, I guess. He only does it when no one else is 'round. He knows
folks think I'm dimwitted and won't believe me."
Hoss let out a growl. "He outta be strung up by the nuts. And you ain't dimwitted."
"Well, I think you might have scared him off me for good. Least, I hope so."
"And you ain't dumb. I don't wanna hear that from you again. You hear me?"
I filled a pail of water and topped off the chickens' water trough. I turned back
to Hoss, still leaning on the post watching me, his eyes glued to my backside. His
tongue swiped across his lips and he looked up into my eyes. "That ass you got is
damn fine, darlin'. Damn fine..."
I couldn't help the nervous giggle that escaped.
A door slamming against the house had me jumping out of my skin. Miss Ellie stomped
out of the back door and put her hands on her hips. "What in heaven's name are you
still doing out here, boy? Get a move on. We got dinner to start." She turned to
Hoss and gave him a disapproving frown. "And you. You git now. Stop harassing my
I scurried inside after Miss Ellie, giving Hoss a last look over my shoulder. He
nodded his head and tipped his hat at me and I grinned back at him.
Miss Ellie held the door open for me, then came in behind me, grumbling at me. "I
swear you get lazier every day. Just like a man. I don't know why I bother with
* * *
After dinner was cleaned up, I went out back to catch some air. It was quiet, except
for the sounds of Sandra Model Bbs
crickets and the occasional chicken clucking. I looked up at the
night sky and wondered what it would be like to sleep under the stars like Hoss
did while traveling.
I went into the outhouse and relieved myself. I shook off and buttoned up my britches,
then pushed at the door with my shoulder. When I opened the door, a dark shadow
moved in front of me and I about jumped out of my skin.
"Didn't mean to scare ya."
Hoss's voice was deep and husky, sending a shiver down my spine. I moved around
him to give him access to the outhouse.
He turned his head to the side and spit into the grass. He started to unbutton his
trousers. "Wait for me, darlin'?"
I nodded and he went inside and did his business. I could hear his stream pouring
loudly into the hole and I stepped away to give him more privacy.
I waited until he slid up next to me. He looked up at the sky with me.
"Beautiful, ain't it?" he asked.
"Yeah. I like looking up at the stars after a long day. It's so peaceful."
He nodded. "Yes. Ain't nothing like it. See those up there?" He pointed in the sky.
"That's the big dipper. And that there is the little dipper."
"You know lots of stars?"
"Sure do. See those there? That 'W' shape? That's Cassiopeia."
"Wow. You're so smart."
"Nah. Just paid attention to my uncle when he taught me."
We stood there quietly for what seemed like the longest time. We were very close
and our hands and arms would occasionally bump. Just having him near, it made my
prick ache inside my trousers.
His fingers ghosted over mine, sending a jolt through me. "Walk with me?" he asked.
We walked back along the fence towards the barn. Once we got behind the barn out
of sight of the house, Hoss grabbed me. He leaned with his back Sandra Model Bbs
against the barn
and pulled me to his big, warm body. He cupped my face in his hands and rubbed his
thumb along my bottom lip. The pad of his thumb was dry, rough and calloused, but
his touch was gentle. He pushed his head down and kissed me.
When I started to feel lightheaded, I broke our kiss so that I could take in a deep
breath. My heart raced as I looked into his eyes. I began to feel overwhelmed with
emotions, so I ducked my head. I planted a kiss in the open neck of his shirt, letting
the ample pelt of hair tickle my sensitive and kiss-swollen lips.
I slid my fingers between our bodies and grabbed Hoss between the legs, making him
grunt. He was so big and hard. Hard for me. I tugged at the buttons of his trousers
and Hoss's hand gave me a little push on my shoulders. I dropped down to my knees
and looked up at him. The moon lit up his rugged, bearded face as he looked down
Hoss gripped my head, raking his fingers into my hair. "Oh, darlin'... Yes... Suck
I slid my tongue along the underside of his large endowment and he hissed as he
breathed in. I grabbed him by the base and pulled it down. I closed my lips around
the head and laved my tongue all over the sensitive helmet. Hoss's hands tightened
their grip. I held myself steady on his thighs. I gently increased pressure on his
legs, pulling them forward, willing him to move and thrust.
My actions caused a groan deep in Hoss's chest. He pushed and pulled my head, sliding
my mouth up and down his cock. I looked up at him and stared into his eyes while
he used my mouth as if it were a woman's private place. He never let his eyes stray
"Don't stop. Swallow my spunk, darlin'," he said through gritted teeth.
His rhythm faltered and his knees buckled. His eyes fluttered closed and he let
loose in my mouth. Gushers of Sandra Model Bbs
his salty cream filled me and I swallowed over and
over to keep it from overflowing.
"God damn," Hoss muttered as he braced himself against the barn. I swirled my tongue
along the underside of his prick. I gave it a firm squeeze, sliding my hand up the
length. A pearly drop oozed out of the tip and I flicked my tongue across it and
swallowed it down.
Hoss let out a deep breath, then tucked himself back into his pants and he helped
me up to my feet. He kissed me deeply, Sandra Model Bbs
sliding his tongue deep into my mouth. I
know he must have tasted himself on me and the thought made me almost spill right
then and there. I wanted him to touch me again. I couldn't be satisfied with my
own hand now that I knew what his felt like.
"Hoss, please," I whispered as I pressed my hard pecker into his leg. "I... need..."
Hoss's hands swiftly unbuttoned my britches as he kissed my neck. "I got you, darlin'."
He dropped down to his knees in front of me. My body quivered in anticipation of
the pleasure I knew he was going to bring me. After a sharp tug at my pants, I hissed
as the cool night air washed over my drooling pecker. His meaty fist engulfed my
stiffness and he slicked back my skin and rubbed the head all over his beard.
"Hoss," I moaned as I gripped his shoulders to hold myself steady. "Please."
He slid his warm wet tongue up and down my shaft and the pleasure was just too much.
My whole Sandra Model Bbs
body convulsed as my groin contracted. My knees buckled and before I could
warn him, I shot my spunk. Hoss lapped it up as it spurted all over his beard and
I started to sway, struggling to not just fall down to the ground in a satisfied
Hoss held me steady as he raised himself up. His chin was covered in my spunk and
it was the most scandalous thing I ever seen. He lowered his mouth to mine to kiss
me, but I went for his chin and licked and sucked every drop of my spunk from his
"God damn, darlin'," he groaned as I cleaned him. "You sure do like come, don't
"Yours is 'specially tasty," I admitted in a whisper.
"You keep talkin' like that and I can't be held accountable for my actions," he
said with a snicker.
We shared one last sloppy kiss and I finally had to leave him. "I better go," I
whispered against his lips. "I have some chores to finish up."
Hoss curled his fingers in the hair on the nape of my neck. He looked at me as if
he wanted to speak, but he closed his mouth and ducked his head.
"I do have to go," I whispered. "But can I see you later?"
He nodded and leaned back against the barn. He tapped the brim of his hat down lower
on his brow, shielding his eyes from me. Before I turned out of sight, I adjusted
my clothes and swiped my hand across my mouth. I looked back at him one last time
and he nodded once more and I hurried into the house.
* * *
Later that night, I snuck out the front door and hurried down the street. Hoss had
whispered for me to meet him by the saloon after Miss Ellie had went to bed. Even
knowing I was taking a pretty big risk, I didn't hesitate to promise him that I
would be there. In just a short time, I had become addicted to the big cowboy. He
only need ask, and I would do it. I reckon that made me a dimwit like everyone said.
He would be leaving shortly and I would be stuck here by my lonesome.
Before I left, I put on my cleanest white shirt, my suspenders and the pants that
Hoss liked on me. I even dusted off my boots. I took one last look in the mirror
before I left. I licked my fingers and tried to tame an unruly cowlick, but it wasn't
The saloon was on the other side of the street, down at the other end of town. I
walked as fast as I could to my destination, trying to avoid being seen by the men
and women walking the street. I managed to jump out of the way of a pair of scuffling
men as they fell out of the saloon, punching and hitting at each other.
I saw a big shadow leaning up against the side of the saloon. The orange glow of
a cigar's end lit up his bearded lips and I knew that it was him. When he saw me,
he stepped out into the lamplight. He tipped back the cowboy hat on his head so
that I could see his face.
He chomped on the stubby cigar and let out a puff of smoke as the corner of his
mouth turned up into a smirk. He was so manly and so handsome in the flickering
light of the kerosene street lamps it nearly took my breath away.
He nodded with his head and I followed him down the street. He stopped at the livery
stable, and pulled me down between the buildings. The light from the street lamps
was very dim and I could barely see in front of me. I clung to Hoss's back, not
wanting to trip or fall until my eyes could adjust to the low light.
Once we were out of sight of Sandra Model Bbs
the street, he dropped the cigar and crushed it under
his boot. He took me in his arms and yanked me close. I liked the way he manhandled
me. He smelled like an intoxicating mixture of whiskey, cigars and dust and it sent
a thrill through my body.
As he bent down and kissed me, his tongue shoved roughly into my mouth. I could
taste the whiskey and smoke on his breath. His drink must have made him bold, for
him to take me right here out on the street. The thought of it sent a thrill straight
through me and I knew I would do just about anything he asked of me.
My hands moved up his back, one holding Sandra Model Bbs
myself tight against him, the other climbing
up into his hair, keeping his mouth on me. He slid his mouth to my neck and I laid
my head back against the livery wall, allowing him complete access to kiss and suck
as he wanted. His coarse beard whiskers rubbed and burned against my skin, sending
shivers down my spine.
Hoss pulled back slightly and pushed my suspenders over my shoulders, letting them
fall slack against my thighs. His big hands quickly unbuttoned my trousers and set
my prick free. I reached down and unbuttoned him. Once I had his big prick out in
the open, he pushed back against me. He kissed me deep, his tongue exploring every
inch of my mouth as he roughly ground his big member against me. My own prick jumped
and throbbed with each push of his body.
He pushed aside the collar of my shirt and clamped his bearded lips on my collar
bone. He sucked hard, pulling with his mouth, nipping with his teeth. He was leaving
his mark on me. While he did this, his hands traveled down to my ass. He cupped
my cheeks in his big bear paw hands, squeezing and caressing.
"Want you, Rusty," he whispered. His voice was throaty and raw.
"Yes, Hoss. Want you, too," I whispered back.
Hoss squatted down and pushed his prick between my legs. The flared head slid under
my balls and he began rubbing and pushing his cock against the crack of my ass.
He held me tight, pinned against the livery wall. I had never felt anything Sandra Model Bbs
this in my life. The only thing I could think of was having Sandra Model Bbs
him inside my ass. I
had heard cowboys talking about butt fucking before. Until now, I thought I would
never ever want to do that. Now the thought thrilled me, yet scared me at the same
time. My hole clenched, overriding any protests I might have.
He suddenly pulled back and turned me around. "Brace yourself against the wall,"
he husked into Sandra Model Bbs
I put my hands on the wall and Hoss moved close behind me. He looked down over my
shoulder, down my body. He pushed out his tongue and swiped his fingers down it.
I watched as his hand moved between my legs, where he spread the saliva under my
balls and between my thighs.
"Hold your legs tight together, darlin'."
Hoss slid his hot prick between my legs as I pushed my thighs together, trapping
him between my legs. He stood behind me, feet shoulder width apart. With his left
hand on my hip and the other against the wall next to my head, he started to move.
I dipped my head down and in the dim light, I could see the head of his prick pushing
back and forth under my balls. My own prick bobbed up and down as Hoss rutted against
me. I squeezed my thighs tighter, causing Hoss to grunt and groan his approval.
He was breathing hard against my ear, his breath hot and thick with whiskey. My
own breathing was coming faster and faster.
Hoss's hand left my hip and wrapped around my prick. He tugged and pulled, sending
me into a free-fall. I gripped his hand on the wall tight with my own and I threw
my head back against him. He licked and sucked at the base of my neck while his
body slapped against my ass. He knew exactly how to play my body to give the both
of us pleasure. I was a goner.
"Hoss," I grunted through my teeth.
I pressed my lips together to stop the whimpers. I looked down to see my prick jerk
in his hand and my spunk shot out and covered his hand.
I clenched my thighs together as he held me tight while he pounded against me. He
grunted into my ear, muttering a non-stop stream of obscenities. He let out a deep
groan, and I felt him throb and expand and his hot jism soaked my thighs as he spurted
all over me.
He rested against me for a moment until he got his senses under control. He stepped
back and pulled a handkerchief out of his trouser pocket. He wiped his hand off,
then wiped his prick. He cleaned between my legs and around the base of my prick
before stuffing the hanky back into his pants. Once we had our pants pulled up and
made ourselves presentable, we stepped back onto the street. I nervously glanced
around, but the street was crowded enough that no one was paying us any attention.
We walked quietly back to Miss Ellie's. I felt him looking down at me and I looked
up at him. He was staring at me with lusty eyes and I gave him a quick smile and
looked back down at my feet.
"You look like sin, darlin'," he said quietly. "With your cheeks all flushed, your
lips all swole, and your Sandra Model Bbs
hair all mussed... Mmm..."
I laughed nervously and kept walking. I reached up and tried to smooth down my hair.
Once we made it to the front porch, he stepped behind me and leaned down into my
ear, "Very soon, darlin'... Very soon I'm gonna have this ass."
His hand brushed against my bottom in a light caress, making my breathing hitch.
As I hurried back inside to retire for the night, I knew that very soon I would
give it to him.
* * *
I somehow managed to get myself out of bed on time that next morning. I got dressed
and hurried out to the outhouse. My prick was stiff against my belly. I needed to
piss something fierce, but I had dreamed about butt fucking with Hoss all night.
I wrapped my hand around the shaft and started to pull. I remembered all of the
things we did, then thought about being on my hands and knees. He mounted me like
a bull and I cried out and shot my spunk all over the outhouse wall. My body was
trembling as I scurried to clean up the evidence. After I finally relieved myself,
I stepped out of the outhouse and ran into Mr. Griffith.
He nodded at me and looked me up and down, then went inside the outhouse. My face
was burning as I hurried to start my chores. I decided to pretend that Mr. Griffith
couldn't have possibly known what I was doing in there.
Once I finished up my morning and afternoon chores I went to find Miss Ellie. She
was sitting in the parlor with Mr. Griffith. Hearing their hushed conversation,
I waited beyond the door, not wanting to intrude.
"Is Rusty your boy?"
"Oh, heavens, no. His mama used to work for me. After she passed from the fever,
Lord rest her soul, I kept him on. You can't help but feel sorry for the boy. He's
a little slow in the head, but he manages."
"Seems to work hard, for woman's work that is."
"Hmph. He don't remember things too well. You gotta keep on him about everything,
keep him from getting too lazy."
"That's too bad."
I leaned against the wall and sighed.
All my life people have told me I was a runt, that I was slow and dimwitted. Though,
some people used the term 'special'. I wasn't any of those things. I wanted to be
a cowboy like all the other men. They just never gave me a chance. I pushed my hands
in my pockets and headed out the back door.
I leaned against the house and closed my eyes. Not for the first time in my life,
I wondered what was out there, beyond my existence at the boarding house. If I Sandra Model Bbs
just be more like Hoss. I'd hit the trail and travel the frontier. I'd sleep under
the stars. Maybe even have a big strapping cowboy to keep me warm at night. Someone
For the first time in my life I wanted more, and I knew I would have to leave to
I let out a deep breath and hurried inside to see what Miss Ellie needed.
* * *
I gripped the handles of the buckets of hot water tight and started up the stairs.
It had been a long day and Miss Ellie had kept me busier than normal. The disapproving
side glances she threw my way made me wonder if she suspected something. If she
did, she didn't say a thing.
I looked down at Miss Ellie standing at the bottom of the stairway. She already
had her nightgown on with her housecoat covering it, clutching it closed at her
neck. Her gray hair was down and braided, hanging over her shoulder.
"After you fill Mr. Wexler's bath, fill Mr. Griffith's next."
"Then off to bed. I don't want to catch you late again in the morning."
As I approached Hoss's door, he opened it for Sandra Model Bbs
me and let me in. He was dressed only
in his union suit, which was now nice and clean.
I poured the last of the water into the wash tub and he moved up behind me and wrapped
his arms around me and kissed my neck. I closed my eyes and sighed as his rough
beard whiskers rubbed against my sensitive skin.
"I have to go," I whispered. "Mr. Griffiths wants a bath, too."
Hoss's body stiffened. "All right then," he said shortly.
He let go of me and pulled away. I looked back at him and he had folded his arms
across his chest and was looking down at the tub. He looked like he was angry. His
cheeks were flushed a bright red and his brow was all scrunched up.
I hung my head down, wondering what I did to upset him. "I better go."
I got to the door, but before I could open it, Hoss was there. He pulled me back
to his chest and surrounded me with his arms and held me tight against his body.
His voice was quiet when he finally said, "You won't... bathe him?"
I shook my head. "No."
"He looks at you and I don't like it. Don't want you touching another man, and don't
want anyone else touching you. Can't stand the thought, darlin'."
His words were shocking to me, but I was thrilled beyond. "I won't, cowboy. I promise."
"Good," he said as I felt him relaxing. "Can you come back later?"
"Promise?" he asked as he rubbed his bearded lips along my jugular.
"Yes," I breathed out, pressing my neck against his mouth.
He kissed the back of my neck and his hands slipped from me. I hurried out without
looking back, but I couldn't help the little smile on my face. Hoss was jealous.
I made three trips to fill Mr. Griffith's bath. As I brought in the last hot bucket,
he started to strip down. I turned my back to him when he slid his red union suit
down and his dangly member flopped into view. I normally would have peeked if he
was willing to show it off, but somehow it felt wrong. Like I was betraying Hoss.
Like I was running around behind his back. If I was Hoss's and he was mine, I wouldn't
never do that to him.
Mr. Griffith stood there in all his glory as if he was waiting for me to look. I
will not look. I cleared my throat. "Will that be all, Mr. Griffith?"
"Yuh-huh. Oh. Here."
I turned back towards him. One hand cupped his prick suggestively as he held out
a coin for me. I took it and pocketed it. "Thank you," I said with a nod as I looked
at him in the face.
His voice was husky when he said, "There's more if you can tend to this."
I could tell from my side vision that he was tugging at his rising pecker and I
shook my head. "I can't do Sandra Model Bbs
that, sir. I'm sorry."
I hurried for the door, not looking back. I brought the empty buckets back down
to the kitchen, then slumped down in one of the little table chairs. I sat for a
moment wondering how long I should wait before I should go back up to see Hoss.
I wondered if I should tell him of Mr. Griffith's 'offer'. Best to leave that one
be. I reckon it would only make him angry at Mr. Griffith.
I sat for as long as I could, then quietly made my way upstairs and softly knocked
on Hoss's door. He opened the door and let me in. I was surprised to see that he
was naked. He quickly shut the door and took me into his arms. He hugged me tight
and lifted me up off my feet. I laughed softly as he walked us to the side of his
bed. He tossed me onto the mattress and jumped on top of me.
"I missed you, darlin'," he drawled.
His confession surprised me, but in a very pleasant way. "I missed you, too, cowboy,"
I told him truthfully.
I grinned like the cat that caught the canary. Hoss pulled my clothes off and tossed
them onto the floor. Hoss laid down on me, straddled my leg and held me tight. I
rubbed my hands up and down his smooth back to the furry patch above his butt. I
toyed my fingers over that patch of fur, scratching and tickling at it with my fingers.
Hoss kissed me slowly and deeply. He ground his hips back and forth, rubbing his
big cock against my body. He licked Sandra Model Bbs
back and forth across my neck. He licked and
kissed my collar bone, then down to my nipple. He sucked hard on it and I arched
up into him. His hairy chest and belly rubbed against my smooth skin with every
movement and sent a shudder through my body.
I about leapt off the bed when he pushed his hands between our bodies and grabbed
"You got a cute little pecker, darlin'."
"I'm glad you like it. I like yours, too. Yours ain't so little, though."
Hoss laughed into my neck. "I got a big ol' pecker. You like big cocks?"
"I like yours."
His groan told me that he liked my answer. His other hand slid between my legs and
he rubbed his finger along my crack. When the rough pad of his middle finger slid
across my hole, I shuddered and let out a soft moan. My legs spread further, allowing
him to rub up and down. He continued to stroke my dick nice and slow as he rubbed
"Hoss," I whispered. "Please," I begged, unsure of what I was begging for. All I
know is that I didn't want him to stop what he was doing.
Hoss reached over to his night table. He opened a small jar of oil and dipped his
fingers into it. When he returned his finger to my crack, it was wet and slippery.
He slid across and then circled around my butt hole. I gasped and clawed at his
back, trying to pull him closer. I wanted him to touch me there. I wanted him inside
me like I was his whore. My face burned bright red with shame and I buried it into
his shoulder and let out a soft whimper.
Hoss kissed my neck, up to my ear. "I'd be so gentle with you, darlin'. I would
never hurt you. I don't ever want you to be afraid of me. What we do together ain't
hurtin' nobody and it ain't nobody's business but our own. Don't ever be 'shamed
to lay under me."
I pulled back and looked up into his hazel eyes. I could see that he was being honest
with me. And he was right. What we did in private was nobody's business. I took
a deep breath and whispered to him, "Make a man out of me, Hoss." I suppose it might
be more accurate to say that he was going make a woman out of me. Either way, I
wanted his prick inside me.
He kissed me, pushing his tongue in and out of my mouth. His finger circled Sandra Model Bbs
my rim, then slid inside me. I thought it might hurt, but it didn't. It actually
felt kinda good. Of course, his finger was a far cry from what he had between his
legs. I softly moaned into his mouth and I gripped the hair on the back of his head,
holding him close, letting him know that I liked what he was doing.
His hand continued to rub and stroke my shaft while his finger slid in and out of
my hole. I broke the kiss and moaned, looking up at him desperately. He pulled his
hands away from me and I whimpered and thrust my hips up, wanting his hands on me
again. "Please," I whispered against his lips.
"Not yet, darlin'," he said.
He dipped his fingers into the oil again. I felt stretched and full as two of his
thick fingers slid into me. As he moved his hand, he turned and twisted. He spread
his fingers, stretching me.
Another dip into the oil and Hoss spread it around his shaft. He got on his knees
between my legs. He lifted my right leg up and hooked it over his shoulder.
"It's gonna hurt for just a minute your first time, but I promise you it'll feel
real good after. I promise I'll make it good for you. Breathe and relax."
I reached up and rubbed my hands on his hairy body. I looked up into his eyes and
I relaxed into the bed. I felt surprisingly calm for what was about to happen. I
looked down between my legs as Hoss held his staff and pushed it forward. The hot,
wet head bumped against me. A momentary pause and then a push forward. The large
head breached my tight ring. I drew in a sharp breath and grabbed the sheets as
a searing pain burned through me. My gut clenched and I looked up at Hoss, pleading.
"It's too big!" I hissed between clenched teeth.
I drew in a breath and let it out slowly. It didn't help. I squeezed my eyes Sandra Model Bbs
and tried to push him out. Hoss groaned as my body pulled him in further. I kept
breathing like he said and the sharp pain slowly turned into a dull throb.
"There you go," he whispered. "Relax, boy. Just relax... Open up for me..."
He held still for a minute and then leaned in and kissed me and pushed further into
me. I moaned and whimpered and gripped his shoulders tightly. He slowly thrust in
and out deeper and deeper until he was buried to the hilt.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him tight, trying to get through the
pain. Hoss planted small kisses on my face and Sandra Model Bbs
neck, whispering, "You're doing so
good, darlin'. Oh lord, you're tight..."
I kept breathing like he said and we just stayed like that for the longest time.
I relaxed into the bed, just holding onto him around his neck. He pulled out nearly
all the way and then thrust hard into me. I quietly cried out as his dick Sandra Model Bbs
head Sandra Model Bbs
against something inside me. Waves of pleasure arced through my body and I gasped
and stared up at him in wonder. He grinned and let go of my leg. He pulled them
up at the knees and I locked my legs around his waist and he began fucking me nice
and slow at Sandra Model Bbs
first, then harder and faster. We kissed and necked as he pounded my
hole. My dick was rock hard and throbbing against his hairy belly. He kept hitting
that magic spot inside me, sending bursts of ecstasy throughout my entire body.
I could feel the pressure building up in my groin as I pushed back against him.
"It feels good," I whimpered. "Hoss, it feels good."
"Yeah, you got a nice, hot, tight ass, boy. I'm gonna fuck the shit outta ya."
"Nng," I grunted, having to bite my lip to keep from moaning out loud. I
dug my fingers into his shoulders and arched my back up, pushing the back of my
head into the pillow. "Please."
Hoss pumped harder into me. "Take my cock," he hissed.
He was moving hard and fast now. My drooling pecker was trapped between my flat
belly and his hairy belly. The pressure was just too great and I thrust up as I
finally released. "Oh, Hoss, I'm coming, I'm coming..."
My dick let loose and Sandra Model Bbs
spurted between our bodies. It sprayed up onto his chest Sandra Model Bbs
cascaded down over my body.
The contractions of my ass were too much and pushed him over the edge. He shook
his head back and forth and gritted his teeth. "Oh lord, your ass is milking me.
Oh fuck, here it comes, darlin'. Fuck yeah, I'm coming."
The bed thumped against the wall with each thrust. Hoss shoved hard into me and
his body froze as he let out a deep groan. His entire body jerked and shuddered
and I felt his thick staff throbbing and pulsing, warming me from the inside.
Oh my Lord, he's spilling inside me.
Hoss finally collapsed on top of me, knocking the wind out of me. He struggled to
push up onto his elbows to look down at me. "You alright, darlin'?" he panted.
I could only nod, unable to speak.
He pushed my hair back off my forehead and stared into my eyes. Something intense
passed between us. I couldn't describe the emotion, but I had never felt it with
anyone ever. I felt warm and safe and protected in a way I hadn't felt since I was
younger and being held in my mama's arms. Sandra Model Bbs
I knew that feeling was love. Could it
be that I loved Hoss?
I reached up and placed my hand on his bearded cheek and lightly stroked the coarse
whiskers with my thumb. He leaned down and kissed me so tenderly. He deepened the
kiss and started moving his hips again. His pecker, still deep inside me, stiffened
to full size once again.
"Need you again, darlin'. You're just too damned good."
With a groan he slid out of me and turned onto his back. He grabbed my arm and pulled
me up and over so that I was straddling his lap, my knees on either side of his
body. I felt his hot juices drip down the inside of my leg as Hoss settled me in
"Hoss," I whispered as my own prick started to plump back up.
"Sit down on it. Ride me."
I reached between my legs and gripped his cock and pulled it upright. I moved into
position and sat back onto it. The head popped into me and I gasped as a jolt of
pain mixed with pleasure coursed through my body. His hands moved to my waist and
gripped me tight.
I groaned and lifted up and then pushed myself back down. I moaned and my body shuddered.
My prick lurched and a string of sticky juice leaked out and formed a little pool
in the hairs on Hoss's belly.
"Yeah, darlin'," he grunted. "Go for it."
I let out a whimper as Hoss used his hands on my hips to pull me up and then pull
me back down as he thrust his hips up. I braced myself on his body with my hands
and used the muscles in my legs to move on him. I rode my big cowboy hard and fast,
up and down. His prick stabbed at that pleasure spot inside me with each thrust,
driving me insane with lust.
"Oh lord," I moaned. "Oh yes..."
"Ride me, baby. Ride me like a bull. You little stud pony. Fuck yourself on my big
His dirty words only made me more excited. My pecker was so close to Sandra Model Bbs
just needed a little attention, but I couldn't grab it and keep up my movements
at the same time. "Hoss. Please... Touch me, Hoss... Make me shoot."
Hoss spit into his hand and grabbed my dick and started jerking it Sandra Model Bbs
in time with
my rhythm. We were grunting and groaning, struggling to stay quiet as we pleasured
each other. I bucked my hips up into his hand, then slammed back down onto his shaft.
I did this over and over until I couldn't take it anymore.
"It's shooting, Hoss!" I cried though gritted teeth.
My prick swelled in his hand and jets of white hot spunk sprayed all over Hoss's
stomach. Hoss grabbed my hips and frantically thrust up into me.
"Fuck!" he grunted. "I'm coming inside you, darlin'!"
I felt his cock throbbing inside me. As he unleashed a second torrent of his cowboy
come into my convulsing ass, my head rolled back and my body trembled.
I let out a deep breath and I looked down at Hoss. His eyes were closed and he had
a smug, satisfied grin on his face.
He had pools of white liquid all over his belly. I watched as it collected underneath
the hair, starting to thin out. I don't think I had ever shot so much spunk in my
Hoss's body convulsed one more time and he finally softened and slipped out of me.
I felt a rush of his seed drip out of me. I clamped my hole shut to keep as much
of him inside me as I could. When I felt I could no longer hold myself up, I slumped
onto the blanket and laid down next to him.
He grabbed me and pulled me to his body. I laid my head on the carpet of hairs of
his sweat-damp chest and clung tightly to him. Those rough fingers of his gently
ran up and down my back. I know lots of folks thought that what we done was wrong,
but everything about it felt so right.
Hoss planted a kiss on top of my head, then whispered, "I'll be leaving in the morning."
I felt a tightening in my chest and I burrowed deeper against his body. The loss
I felt was near as bad as when my mama died. My body shook and I squeezed my eyes
"I want you to come with me to my ranch."
I opened my stinging eyes and lifted my head and looked up at him in shock. "You
"If things were different, if we weren't two men, I'd be taking you to a judge and
marrying you, darlin'. But all I can offer you is a job on my ranch."
I stared at him and blinked, unable to fully process what he was telling me. "A
Hoss kissed my forehead. "Cooking... Taking care of the home... Taking care of the
hands. Taking care of me."
I stiffened in his arms and shook my head. "I don't want to take care of the hands
the way I take care of you."
"No, darlin', Sandra Model Bbs
I didn't mean that. I wouldn't never let no other man touch you. You'd
be sharing my bed, and my bed alone."
I didn't answer him right away. I laid there thinking of what life would be like
on a frontier ranch. With Hoss. The only life I ever knew was here at the boarding
Hoss kissed my forehead. "Why don't you sleep on it, hmm?"
I nodded and laid my head back on Sandra Model Bbs
his chest. Hoss reached over me and snuffed out
the lantern. He settled into the bed and within seconds, he was snoring.
I didn't need to sleep on it. This was my chance. This was what I had been waiting
for. I closed my eyes and fell asleep with a happy smile on my face.
* * *
I woke with a start. Sandra Model Bbs
I could see the sun was about to come up. I was late again!
I focused my eyes on the room. This wasn't my room. I was in Hoss's room, but Hoss
was nowhere to be seen. I felt the space where he laid and found it was still a
little warm. I slid over and buried my face in the pillow, inhaling his wonderful
manly scent. I thought about how wonderful it would be to sleep in Hoss's arms every
night, and to wake up every morning in Hoss's bed.
I scrambled out of the bed, noticing that his things were gone.
Oh no! I had to find him before he left!
I quickly got dressed and bolted down the stairs, trying to ignore the glorious
pain in my backside. I looked in the parlor, the dining room Sandra Model Bbs
and then the kitchen.
I ran out the back door and looked out towards the outhouse. I raced to it and knocked
on the door.
No one answered, so I opened the door. It was empty, so I stepped inside and took
care of my business, then I ran back inside. I went to the front porch and looked
out, looking up and down the deserted street.
He had already left.
I felt a stab in my chest and I went back inside. I slumped down onto the bottom
step of the staircase. I choked Sandra Model Bbs
back a sob and wiped my eyes with my hands.
I jumped with a start when Miss Ellie walked into the room. She put her hands on
hips and glared down at me. "Rusty? What in heaven's name has got into you? Get
in the kitchen."
I grabbed the banister and got up to my feet. Miss Ellie pushed at my back, pushing
me towards the kitchen.
"Honestly," she said with a disgusted sigh. "I don't know how I put up with you
men. Thank the lord that awful Mr. Wexler is leaving this morning. The racket that
came out of his room last night. Why I could hear it through the ceiling! Woke me
up from a dead sleep. I told that man 'no whores' in my house. Why, it's just disgusting,
is what it is!"
"He's not awful. He's wonderful," I whispered. I wasn't sure why I said that out
loud. I certainly didn't mean for her to hear me.
I glanced back at Miss Ellie, who was looking at me in shock. She gasped and grabbed
at my shirt and pulled the collar down and looked at me like I was the devil. "You!
You been whorin' in my house again?"
I covered my neck with my hand. Her face turned red as she stomped into my bedroom.
"Get in here, boy."
I reluctantly followed her into my room, knowing what was coming.
"You ain't even slept in this bed last night," she said as she looked at me like
I was disgusting. She pulled the leather strap off the hook on the back of the door.
"I done told you about whorin' with men in my house. After we're done here, we're
going to see the reverend. If I can't beat the devil outta ya, he sure can."
"Please," I whispered as I shook my head. I pressed up against the wall and backed
away from her.
The sound of boot heels on wood had me turning towards the door. Hoss's big body
was standing in the doorframe. He flicked his finger under the brim of his Sandra Model Bbs
cowboy hat and looked me in the eyes. He had a very calm expression on his face.
"Rusty. I got the horses saddled and ready. It's time to go. Get your things and
be quick about it."
I blinked back the tears as my heart soared. He hadn't left me behind. "Yes, sir."
I grabbed a sack and scrambled to pack my clothes into it.
Miss Ellie blocked my path. "Where do you think you're going?"
"I'm going with Hoss-- Mr. Wexler. He offered me a job on his ranch."
She shuddered and looked at me with disgust. "I don't even want to imagine the things
he'll be paying you for."
"I'm not a whore," I said as I held my chin up. "I'm going to be cooking and running
his home and taking care of his hands."
She clutched her chest. "Taking care of his hands? Your mama is rolling in her grave."
I shook my head. "My mama loved me. She would be happy for me."
"Rusty," Hoss interrupted. "Hurry up, boy."
"You're just like your Sandra Model Bbs
mama," Miss Ellie said as she shook her head. "She laid under
some cowboy passing through town. Nine months later, there you were. Though I suppose
she had the good sense not to run off with him."
Her words hurt more than that strap ever would. I tried to ignore her as I finished
packing, but a tear still fell from my eye and dripped onto my hand. I swiped it
away quickly and took a breath, trying to be a man.
Hoss grabbed my sack. "C'mon, boy."
I turned Sandra Model Bbs
and looked at Miss Ellie. Despite the way she treated me, I was grateful
to her for giving me work and a place to live. "I'm sorry, Miss Ellie. Thank you
"I'll pray for you Sandra Model Bbs
and your sins." She gave Hoss a look like he was the Devil himself.
"You're not welcome here."
He didn't even react, just turned on his heel and walked out.
I gave Miss Ellie one last look, wishing that she would understand.
She swung the strap in my direction and pointed towards the door. "Go. Before I
summon the sheriff."
I followed Hoss through the house and out the front door. His stallion and mule
were hitched in front, packed and ready to go. While Hoss worked to secure my bag
on the mule, I moved to the front of his big stallion.
"I thought you left," I whispered as I ran my hand along his horse's chestnut brown
mane, not looking back to meet his eyes.
Hoss came up behind me and put his hands on my waist. I closed my eyes and enjoyed
the feel of his warm body so close to mine. He leaned down into my ear. "Not without
"I love you, too," I whispered back.
He kissed the top of my head and then helped me onto his horse. I held onto the
horse's mane as Hoss slid into the saddle behind me.
He leaned into my ear. "Ready to go home, darlin'?"
He pressed his lips to my shoulder, and gave the horse a light kick. With one hand
on the reins and another around my waist, Hoss started north.
I knew that there was more to life outside the boarding house, out on the frontier.
I was finally going to find it. I couldn't wait to begin my new life and start a
new adventure with my cowboy.
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