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Clarence (Bubba) Joad, thirty-eight years old, was now in his second year as foreman of the Carson Cattle Ranch, just outside the small town of Waterhole, Texas. He'd quit school in the sixth grade at the age of twelve and went to work on the ranch as a horse barn attendant. With his strong, muscular body, he took on every crappy job the ranch foreman assigned to him. And he did them well. He wore his brown hair long, usually in a pony tail, and let his beard grow to about a half-inch long. Since becoming the foreman, though, he trimmed it so it looked a little more "civilized," as he called it. His voice was deep and growly from the two packs a day he smoked since he was six years old. And his speech was punctuated in almost every sentence with obscenities.

When Bubba Joad became old enough, he spent a number of years out on the range herding cattle and living the not-so-easy life of a cowboy. When the weekends came, though, he took his once-a-week bath and went into Waterhole to get drunk and just fuck around, as he put it.

Waterhole was just a small town, serving the needs of the surrounding cattle ranches. Aside from a number of feed and ranch machinery stores, there were three taverns on the main street. But Bubba always headed for the Sorry Ass Tavern down at the far south end of the street. The Sorry Ass was contained in a rather falling down old wooden building, and the inside looked just as decrepit as the outside. There was one long bar on one side of the room, a couple of pool tables and dart boards on the other, with a number of mis-matched wooden tables and chairs between them.

As usual, Bubba arrived about 8:00 p.m. and took his seat in the middle of the bar. There were only a handful of customers sitting around, all ranch bums like himself.

"The usual, Bubba?"

"Yeah, gimme two beers to start. I gotta clear some of this fuckin' dust outta my throat."

"Whatcha been up to?"

"Aw, shit. I had to fire two ranch hands today. Don't ever hire no fuckin' cocksuckers from the city. That's my motto. Them fuckin' city-bred idiots ain't worth two dips in a bucket a shit."

As Bubba was ordering his third beer, a young man walked in. He was wearing the requisite cowboy hat, jeans and boots caked with mud. He looked tired as he stood and glanced around the place. Finally strolling over to the bar, he took a seat next to Bubba, now the only vacant one. As he climbed onto the stool, his boot grazed Bubba's leg.

"Hey, man. I'm sorry. Didn't mean to do that."

"Don't think nothin' of it," said Bubba. "I ain't seen you before. Are ya new in this area?"

"Well, I work at the Griffin Ranch about forty miles east of here. I'm jist on my way home to Mudhole fer the weekend. I hitched a fuckin' ride this far, but this is as far as he was goin'. I saw this place and figured I could use a beer before I git out on that fuckin' highway agin to hitch a ride for the ten miles to Mudhole. Don't know if there'll be any cars this time of night who wanna pick up a fuckin' hitchhiker."

"Well, ya look awful fuckin' tired," said Bubba. "Let me buy that beer fer ya. Hey, my name's Bubba. I work at a ranch right ouside of town. I'm the fuckin' foreman there. What's yer name?"

"They call me Chuck. Nice to meet ya," he said as they shook hands.

"Are ya goin' home to yer parents or are ya married? And how old are ya?"

"I'm nineteen, but I'll be twenty next month. And ya, I'm married and got a three year old son."

"You work fast, man."

"Well, I knocked up my old lady when I was sixteen and she was fifteen."

Bubba said, "You work about fifty miles from home. How often do ya git home?"

"Shit, not as often as I want. I git tired of jerkin' off all the time. I need a good pussy to fuck. I git so horny sometimes thinkin' about that nice wet pussy of her's clampin' down on my old cock. Man! Can she fuck! She never gits enough. That's the way I like it. Don't know if I'm gonna make it tonight, though."

"Well, if ya can't git a fuckin' ride, I can put ya up fer the night."

"That's nice of ya, man. But I'll git back to Mudhole tonight if I have to walk. You married or somethin'? Have any kids?"

"I used to be married, but she got tired of me bein' out on the range for weeks at a time and got tangled up with some other fucker. She jist took our kid and left. He's eighteen now. He comes around and visits me sometimes and we have a good time. He's a handsome fuckin' kid now."

"So you had that fuckin' problem of bein' away from yer wife a long time, too."

"Yeah, but jist like you, I was jerkin' the old dick to keep the fuckin' balls from explodin'. And then sometimes . . . ."

"Yeah? What?"

"Oh, nothin. But I sure did miss slippin' into the old lady's cunt whenever I felt like it, or into her fuckin' asshole."

"You fucked her in the asshole?"

"Sure, she loved it. And I loved it, too. There jist ain't no better fuckin' feelin' than to have yer cock squeezed all around by the tight fuckin' rim of an asshole. Ya ain't ever tried it?"

"No, I ain't. But I might suggest it."

Soon, Chuck said, "Where's the fuckin' can? I gotta git rid of this beer, and I think I gotta take a shit, too."

"Sure, go ahead Chuck. It's right through that fuckin' door on yer left."

While Chuck was gone, Bubba ordered a couple of more beers for both of them. Tony, the bartender came over and winked at him.

"Nice guy, eh? I haven't seen him around here. Where's he headed?"

"He's on his way to Mudhole. Don't know if he's gonna make it tonight."

The bartender leaned over on the bar and smiled. "At least, you hope."

Bubba looked around at the other customers who were staring at him. He gave them all a menacing look and turned back. Just then, one of the regulars, a scruffy cowboy from another ranch, stepped up to Bubba.

"Who's the stranger, Bubba. Ya gonna introduce him to yer buddies?"

Bubba swirled around on his stool. "Listen, shit-head. Jist you and yer cocksuckin' friends stay away from him. Ya hear? He's mine."

"Oh, so the big mean Bubba is gonna be selfish tonight, is that it? Ya know, some of the guys don't like to be left out of the fun, especially when they like what they see."

"Ya can like what ya see all ya fuckin' want. I'll deck any mother-fuckin' cocksucker that comes near him. And ya know I can do it."

Bubba had been in fights before in the Sorry Ass Tavern, some really violent fights, but he always came out the victor. And everyone knew it. What Bubba wanted, Bubba always got. The other cowboys were all fairly tough. There were no sissies in the bunch, but they were also smart enough to know Bubba had an edge on them, and starting something with him was not a very wise thing to do.

The bartender said, "I see all those other fuckers have had their eyes on him. He's a big fellow, that Chuck, and looks pretty tough for a guy as young as he is. He looks almost as tough as you, Bubba."

"Don't be a smart-ass, Tony. But I agree. He's got a great muscle structure. Did ya see his fuckin' ass as he walked back to the head. That, Tony, is a major fuckin' ass. One to be worshipped. Ya git down on yer fuckin' knees and worship an ass like that."

"But I heard him tell ya he was married and couldn't wait to git home to fuck his wife."

Bubba laughed. "What the fuck difference does that make? Every-fuckin'-body needs to learn new things. New pleasure in life."

Chuck returned and sat down. "Thanks for ordering another beer. Sorry I was so fuckin' long, but I had to take a shit. I've been havin' to shit all day. I let out a turd a foot long, and it almost didn't flush down."

Bubba said, "Them's the best kind of turds, I think. I always thought it felt so fuckin' good as it slides outta my asshole."

"Yeah, it does kinda feel good," said Chuck as he tipped his bottle up to his mouth. "In fact, mine was about as big around as the base of this bottleneck."

"The bigger the fuckin' better, I say. My old lady always felt the same way. She loved to have my big fuckin' cock up her ass. And she always said she wanted it up as far as it would go. Into her stomach, if I could do it. But I couldn't git that far up, even though I gotta a pretty good long fuckin' cock, over nine inches."

Chuck said, "Wow. To put nine inches up someone's ass is really somethin'."

"It ain't so bad. I had a dildo that was longer than that. I used to fuck her in the cunt and fuck her in the ass with the dildo at the same time. And she screamed her fuckin' head off for more. Then one night, when I was fuckin' the shit out of her, she reached around and pushed that fuckin' dildo up my ass. It went right into my asshole and up into my fuckin' rectum."

"That must have really given ya a fuckin' pain."

"No way. I loved it. That dildo was eleven inches long and she shoved the fuckin' thing all the way in. And when I shot my ball juice into her, it was the greatest fuckin' orgasm I ever had in my fuckin' life. She fucked me with that fuckin' tool more times than I can count after that. I still have that old dildo and I fuck myself with it when I'm jerkin' off."

Chuck was staring at Bubba with his mouth open and his eyes like saucers.

Bubba slipped off his stool and said, "I gotta go take a big fuckin' leak now. Be right back."

As he walked toward the restroom, Bubba stared daggers at the others sitting at the tables. After getting into the restroom, he stood at the urinal and loosened his pants. His penis was hard as steel, and it felt good to let it spring out of it's bent confinement. His jockey shorts were soaked with pre-cum. It was hard for him to pee with his penis so hard. But he stood there until a stream began.

At the bar, Tony walked over and spoke to Chuck. "It's gittin' pretty late. I don't know if it's safe to be out on the highway this time of night."

Chuck looked at his watch. "My God, it's much later than I thought. Maybe I'll go on out and take a chance."

"I wouldn't do that, if I were you," said Tony. "Ya better talk to Bubba first. I overheard him tell ya that maybe he could put you up fer the night."

Just then, the same scruffy cowboy came up to the bar and stood next to Chuck. "Hi. My name's Jack. You been deserted?"

"No, Bubba's gone to the fuckin' can."

Jack smiled and said, "He's probably in there jackin' off his dick. Would ya care to come over to the table and join us? We're a friendly bunch of fuckers."

"No thank you. I gotta git goin. I'm on my way to Mudhole."

"Oh, that ain't far," Jack said. "We can drive ya there. Shall we go right now?"

"That would be great. But I want to wait and say goodbye to Bubba. He's paid fer all my fuckin' beers, and I wanna thank him."

Just then, Bubba came back to the bar. He took hold of Jack's shirt and practically lifted him off the floor.

"You fuckin' little cocksucker!" growled Bubba. "I told ya to stay away. Now git back to yer fuckin' table or I'll twist those baby balls right off yer fuckin' body. Now git!"

Bubba shoved Jack as hard as he could, sending the cowboy sprawling across the floor.

Chuck said, "Ya didn't have to do that. He weren't hurtin' nothin. He offered to take me to Mudhole."

Bubba sat down and reached over to Chuck and put his hands on his shoulders. "You know, Chuck, I come in here a lot, but I don't git too much a fuckin' chance to talk with someone and have as good a fuckin' conversation as I've been havin' with you. I've enjoyed talkin' to you, and I hope you did, too."

"Sure I did," said Chuck. "I've had a great fuckin' time tonight talkin' to you. And I don't know how to repay you for all the drinks ya bought me."

"Forget it, Chuck. I think we've become pretty good friends. Pretty fuckin' good drinkin' buddies. I'd like to see that yer taken care of tonight. I'll drive ya to Mudhole, or you can stay with me at the ranch, and I'll drive you to Mudhole first thing in the morning."

"I appreciate that, Bubba. I didn't really intend to run off with that other guy. I ain't that rude. As I said, I appreciate your friendship tonight, and offering to put me up at yer place. I really do."

Bubba lowered his arms and took both of Chuck's hands in his. "Okay, what'll it be? Would ya like me to drive ya home now, or stay with me for the night. It's pretty late."

Chuck looked at his watch again, and said, "Aw, shit. I shouldn't be walkin' in on my wife at this hour. Maybe I should stay at yer place. I don't know how to thank ya."

"Okay, Chuck, let's have one more for the road."

"Yeah, I'm fer that," said Chuck. "God-damn it, though. I been thinkin'. I been fuckin' pussies all my life, but I ain't never heard of fuckin' them cunts up the asshole. Is that really good?"

"Sure is. Gittin' yer prick up an asshole is the best. One time, my old lady wanted me to buy her a big old fuckin' strap-on cock so she could fuck me so I could see what is was like to be fucked fer real. Man, that blew my fuckin' mind."

"Wow," said Chuck. "That blows my fuckin' mind, too."

"Well, Chuck, we better git started."

As they both drove in Bubba's pick-em-up truck, as he called it, Bubba said, "I saw when we walked out, you got a big fuckin' boner in yer pants."

"My fuckin' dick's always hard, Bubba. That's what my old lady liked. Any time she wanted my dick up her cunt, I was ready."

Pulling up to a small house at Bubba's ranch, he said, "Well, this is where I live. As Foreman, they gives me a little house of my own so I don't have to stay in the bunkhouse with all them other pricks."

Bubba's house was just a small two-room structure with a shower and a wash basin. "I only got one bed. Hope ya don't mind sleepin' in the same bed with me. Now git outta them fuckin' clothes and we'll see if we can git to sleep."

As they stripped down, Bubba said, "Hey, man. You only nineteen? Where in the fuck you git all them muscles? You work out or somethin'? I could use some more pumped up guys like you on my crew."

"Jist a lotta hard work."

"And ya got a set of balls like a bull there, man."

"You ain't so bad, neither, Bubba. You got muscles where I ain't thought there was any. And I can't understand why yer old lady left you with that nine-incher you got."

They climbed into bed, and Bubba turned off the light. The yard lights cast a faint glow through the window.

Bubba reached over and pulled out his dildo from the drawer in the table next to the bed. "Hey, ya wanna see that fuckin' dildo I told ya about? This is it."

"God damn, Bubba. How could any fuckin' woman take that thing up her ass? And you said you put it up yer own ass, too."

"Sure do. Here let me show ya."

Bubba got some lubricant out of the drawer and raised his legs up high. While Chuck stared unbelieving at Bubba's asshole, all filled with a snarl of black hair, Bubba slipped the dildo in and buried all eleven inches into his rectum. He then began fucking himself with it. Chuck stared at it and was almost speechless.

"Does that really feel good?"

"It's the best. Here do ya wanna try it?"

Chuck shook his head. "No way. I could never get a fuckin' rod like that up my ass."

"Sure ya can. Ya let a fuckin' foot-long turd go through that asshole of yer's a little while ago. Remember how good that felt? This ain't no different. It's better."

"I don't know," said Chuck, still shaking his head.

"Here, man, pull yer fuckin' legs up. I'll show ya. I won't hurt ya. I'll go slow."

Chuck raised his legs, and Bubba peered into his ass, also filled with hair. Bubba stared at it and thought, what a sweet lookin' little pucker he had. He placed the tip of the dildo against Chuck's asshole and began to push. Chuck closed his eyes and grimaced, waiting for the pain to begin. Bubba pushed the dildo in very slowly.

"Ya all right?"

"Yeah."

"Can ya take some more?"

"Yeah."

Bubba pushed all eleven inches in. "How does it feel, Chuck?"

Chuck smiled. "It feels good. Have ya got it all the way in?"

"Yup. All fuckin' eleven inches of it. I'm gonna fuck ya gently with it so ya can see how that feels."

Bubba began fucking Chuck with the dildo, drawing it in and out the full length, faster and faster. Chuck began to moan as though he were going into a trance.

"Bubba," Chuck said breathlessly. "I think I'm gonna shoot my fuckin' load. But don't stop. It's drivin' me crazy outta my fuckin' mind. Ohhhhhh."

Bubba pulled the dildo out. He didn't want Chuck to cum . . . not yet.

"God-damn," Chuck said. "I never felt nothin' like that before. It's so fuckin' hot."

Bubba lay down next to Chuck. They didn't speak for several minutes while Chuck got his breath back.

"Ya know, Chuck, I was tellin' ya that I had to spend a lotta time out on the fuckin' range away from my old lady. At night, we always jerked off while we told each other wild fuckin' stories about fuckin' pussies. None of 'em were true, but they were great to git off on. But one other thing I gotta tell ya. We missed fuckin' our old ladies. So we got to fuckin' each other."

Chuck shook his head. "Ya mean ya fucked each other's asshole? With yer dildo's?"

"Well, no. Not exactly. We fucked with our cocks."

Chuck remained silent for many minutes. "With yer cocks? Ya mean ya stuck yer cocks up each other's assholes?"

"That's right. Ya gotta remember, we was a horny bunch of cowboys. And our own assholes was as good as any fuckin' woman's asshole. You know now yerself how fuckin' good it feels."

"Yeah, but that was a dildo I had up my ass. Not another guy's fuckin' cock."

"A cock's the real fuckin' thing, Chuck. If yer gonna git fucked, it might as well be the real fuckin' thing."

"Did ya shoot yer fuckin' ball juice into each other?" Chuck asked incredulously.

"Sure. That's some of the best part. To feel that hot cream flowing into yer rectum. Ya know then jist how a fuckin' woman feels. Chuck. Come on. Give it a try."

"I ain't never fucked nobody in the ass. Not a fuckin' woman. And sure not a man."

Bubba pulled his legs up and handed Chuck the tube of grease. "Now grease up that cock of yer's, and push it in. Come on. It's ain't gonna hurt ya."

Chuck reluctantly got into position and began to mount Bubba. "Okay, Chuck, jist push that fuckin' cock of yer's on in there and start fuckin'.

Chuck felt his cock slide in smoothly the full length. But as he started fucking, he could feel Bubba's ass rim clamping down on his penis over and over.

"How do ya like it," said Bubba.

"It feels real fuckin' good," Chuck said. Ain't never felt like this before. I think I'm gonna shoot."

"Go ahead. Shoot that fuckin' hot cream into me."

Chuck's orgasm began to take over his body, and the feel of his throbbing penis against the tight clenching rim of Bubba's asshole was like nothing he'd ever experienced. He threw his head back and roared as his juice surged out and into Bubba's rectum.

"God-damn, I ain't never felt nothin' like that before," Chuck said as he slowly pulled out and collapsed on his back next to Bubba.

"You fucked me like a pro," Bubba said. "Now pull yer legs up. I'm gonna show ya what a real fuck with a real cock feels like."

Chuck surprised himself as he eagerly pulled up his legs. If a real cock felt as good as the dildo did, he was ready to go.

Bubba mounted Chuck and pushed his nine inches all the way in to the hilt. Chuck began to moan with the pleasure of it. Chuck also surprised himself when he said, "Fuck me, Bubba. Fuck me hard."

Bubba pounded his hips against Chuck's ass like he was driving a stake into the ground. Chuck swung his head from side to side, moaning loudly.

As Bubba pounded, he said, "I haven't had a chance to fuck a sweet nineteen year old ass like this in years."

As he continued, he leaned over and flicked his tongue over and around Chuck's nipples. It sent Chuck into waves of erotic frenzy. Chuck reached up and pinched Bubba's hard nipples through the thick hair that covered his chest. Then he reached around and took hold of Bubba's ass cheeks and pulled him hard against himself as he felt Bubba's hard rod throbbing and shooting hot sperm into his gut.

Bubba collapsed onto Chuck's muscular body, and they both lay there panting ferociously. Bubba's head lay next to Chuck's with their furry cheeks pressed together. Bubba ran his tongue over Chuck's ear, as Chuck began to moan again. Chuck once again took hold of Bubba's ass cheeks and then ran his fingers down through the hairy crack. He felt his own cum oozing out of Bubba's ass. It felt good on his fingers.

Chuck finally said, "You got a great fuckin' ass, Bubba. Them ass cheeks are as firm as the muscles on yer arms."

Bubba slipped down, running his tongue over and through Chuck's chest hair, and then down over his stomach and into his enormous bush of pubic hair. Suddenly, Chuck felt his wilting penis being sucked into Bubba's mouth and Bubba's hand squeezing his balls. Chuck lay there with his eyes closed. He had never felt anything like this with anyone else before. How could a sexual experience be so fucking over the top, he thought. He felt Bubba raising his legs and burying his face in his ass crack, sucking his sperm out of his asshole. The feel of Bubba's tongue licking around and pushing into his asshole drove him wild. He reached down and ran his fingers through Bubba's long hair, now hanging loosely over his balls and penis.

Bubba looked up and smiled at Chuck. "You got the sweetest tastin' fuckin' asshole I ever tasted. And I could lick my tongue all over these smooth hard little round buns of yers all fuckin' night."

Bubba then pulled up again and lay on top of Chuck. They looked into each other's faces. Bubba moved closer and ran the tip of his tongue over Chuck's lips. "Ya got a hot mouth," he said. "I'd like to fuck that mouth of yer's sometime."

Chuck parted his lips slightly, once again surprising himself that he wanted to take Bubba's tongue into his mouth. Soon their mouths were clamped together and they explored each other's mouth with their tongues with violent slashing. They were both exhausted and were soon asleep.

When morning came, Bubba awoke and, propping himself up on his elbow, looked down on Chuck's gorgeous body. As he ran his tongue over Chuck's nipples, and his hand over the soft dusting of hair on his thighs, Chuck woke up.

"Good morning," said Bubba. "Are ya okay with last night?"

Chuck smiled and said, "I never dreamed I could be more okay. What a fuckin' experience." Chuck pulled Bubba's head down to his and kissed him on the lips.

Bubba said, "Okay, I gotta git you home. Yer old lady will be wonderin' where the fuck you are."

Bubba dropped Chuck off at his house in Mudhole and went back to his ranch. He worked hard all day, but Chuck was never out of his mind. That night, he went back to the Sorry Ass Tavern. Jack was there with his other cowboy friends. He siddled up to Bubba.

"Well, well. Yer back fer more, I see. I suppose ya fucked the shit out of that young beauty last night. Or did he tell ya to go fuck yerself. I could see he was married."

"Fuck off, queen. It's none of yer mother-fuckin' business who I fuck."

"Well, there was a time you couldn't git enough of my fuckin' ass. Remember?"

"I said fuck off, ya prick."

Just then, Chuck walked in the door.

Bubba could hardly believe it. "Hey, man what you doin' here. I thought you'd be home in Mudhole fer a few days gittin' it on with yer old lady."

"Hi, Bubba. It turned out she's on the rag and ain't interested in fuckin'. She told me to keep my hands off her. I told her, what the fuck, I'm goin' back to work, and left."

"Well, I see ya never got back to the ranch."

"No. Shit, Bubba. I thought I'd stick around here in Waterhole and maybe catch you in here tonight. I gotta thank ya fer everything."

"Aw, fuck, Chuck. You don't need to thank me fer a fuckin' thing. It was all my pleasure, believe me."

Chuck sat down next to Bubba and put his hand on Bubba's knee. "I was wonderin' somethin'. Are you lookin' to hire anybody for yer crew? I don't git along too good with them cocksuckers I work for. I've been lookin' fer a change."

"Well, Chuck, I could always make room fer a good lookin' cowboy like you. Are ya gonna stick around. Maybe we can go back to my fuckin' house tonight and talk about it."

Chuck said, "I was hopin' you'd say that. I been doin a lot a thinkin' today. I ain't so sure no more what I want. What you showed me was the best fuckin' time I ever had. That's the fuckin' truth. Do you know what I did this mornin'? After the old lady told me to fuck off, I went in the bathroom and took the handle of hand mirror and stuck it up my ass, just to feel again what it was like to git fucked. I think that's what I want now. I didn't know how sick of everythin' I was gittin. That woman with all her fussin' and complainin' and bitchin' about everythin'. Nothin' was ever right. She was always bitchin about my cummin' too soon or I didn't do this right or that right. One night she wanted me to eat our her fuckin' pussy, and the next night she didn't want me near it. She never liked the positions I liked. Everything had to be done her fuckin' way. And if it didn't go her way, she got all pissy-mouthed about it."

"I'm sorry to hear that. Fuckin' oughta be fun fer everybody."

"What we did last night is what I want. I hope I'm not bein' too shit-assed about it, but I want yer cock up my ass and I want my cock up yer ass. And I'll say one more fuckin' thing. You got a great body. I really admire it. All that strength and the control you had over me."

Bubba sat and listened, his cock hard as a rock and straining to get loose from its confines. He wanted Chuck so badly. Without thinking, he grabbed for Chuck and pulled him into a tight hug and kissed him hard on the lips with their tongues slashing at each other. A wave of laughter came from the cowboys who were watching from the tables.

Jack yelled across the room, "Let's see ya fuck him right there, big Bubba Joad."

Bubba made a move to get up, but Chuck said, "No, stay there. I'll take care of that mother-fucker."

Chuck walked over to the table and pulled Jack to his feet and swung at him, hitting him hard along the side of the head. Jack collapsed on the floor, completely unconscious. The others at the table got up and backed away toward the door and left quickly.

Tony rushed over and looked down at Jack, who was beginning to come around. He said, "I told ya before, ya bubble brained shit-head, to keep yer fuckin' mouth closed when yer in here. Now git up and git out. I don't ever want to see yer shit-face agin."

Bubba said, "Yer a fuckin' caution, Chuck. I like you more and more all the time. Let's git in there and piss some of the fuckin' beer out of us and git back to the house where we can talk business."

They both stood at the toilet with solid hard-ons, trying to pee.

Bubba got down in front of Chuck and said, "Here I'll take care of that and git that cock soft so you can pee."

Bubba knelt down and took the full length of Chuck's hard penis in his mouth and sucked it like a madman. Chuck moaned and said, "My old lady could never suck it like that. She could only git the fuckin' mushroom head in her mouth."

When Chuck shot his load into Bubba's mouth, Bubba swallowed it. "Mmmm," he said. "That is the sweetest fuckin' honey I ever tasted. Now you gotta do something with this hard rod of mine."

"Here, I'll let you fuck me," said Chuck as he began to loosen his pants.

"No, I wanna fuck yer face, like ya did to me. I want ya to suck that fucking cream outta my cock like I did."

Chuck hesitated. "You mean, put your fuckin' cock into my mouth?"

"Sure. Ya don't have to if ya don't wanna. But it's a great feelin' to have a big fuckin' cock throbbin' away in yer mouth. And that good hot cream is so tasty."

Chuck realized that everything he had done with Bubba so far was the most exciting and erotic thing he'd ever done. He knelt down and took hold of Bubba's cock. It felt hot in his hand as he guided it into his mouth. He felt on his tongue the gorged ridges that encircled Bubba's penis. He could hardly believe the wonderful feeling it was to have that part of Bubba's body inside of his mouth. He sucked rapidly and very quickly felt Bubba's penis throbbing against his tongue and slapping against the roof of his mouth. Then came the powerful spurts of hot sperm that filled his mouth. He let it dribble slowly down his throat, enraptured by the sweet/sour taste of it.

They both peed powerful streams into the toilet, holding their arms around each other. They kissed deeply, tasting each other's cum on their lips.

As they drove back to Bubba's place, Chuck said, "I'm gonna leave my old lady, Bubba. I've made that fuckin' decision. And I hope you can find a place for me on your crew. I'm a hard worker, and I won't disappoint you."

Bubba said, "I've made a decision, too. I'm hirin' ya. And we're gonna build a great fuckin' life together."

"Yeah, I'm ready," said Chuck as he leaned over and ran his tongue over Bubba's ear. "Tell me, did ya ever fuck any of those other guys we saw back there at the Sorry Ass? Did ya ever fuck Tony, the bartender. He's got a real ass on him. And I could tell he had a fuckin' hard-on the whole time we were there."

Bubba just smiled and said, "Mmmmm. We got a lot of stuff to talk about."

Part 2
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The next morning, Bubba drove Chuck to Mudhole, where he would confront his wife, Clair, about his decision to leave. Bubba went over to the town's only tavern for a few beers and waited for Chuck to call him on his cell phone.

Chuck found Clair out in the yard playing with their three-year old son, Chip, on the swing set. He loved his son and suddenly felt a terrible guilt that he would be abandoning the boy. Having been abandoned by his own father when Chuck was only seven, he had been determined to be the father to Chip that his own father never was.

When Clair saw Chuck, she said, "Come over to porch where I can keep an eye on Chip. I have to talk with ya. I'll jist come to the point. I'm leaving ya, Chuck. These endless separations are just two hard. Chip and I are taking the bus up to Waco later this afternoon to stay with my ma and pa. I left you a long note because I didn't know when you'd decide to come home."

"I can't believe this," said Chuck. "I have to work, you know. The Griffin Ranch was the only fuckin' place I could find work."

"It ain't just that, Chuck. The money ya bring home ain't hardly enough to feed us. And on top of that, we ain't been doin' too well in our sex life. Ya always seem so damned distracted these days.

Chuck's feelings for Clair had waned over the past year, but he didn't know if he could face the reality of losing his son.

"I don't know what's the matter with ya," Clair continued. "More than once I heard ya in the bathroom moanin' away pleasurin' yerself, while I'm layin' in bed waitin' fer you to come and give me some pleasure."

Chuck sat with his head buried in his hands.

"I gotta go, Chuck. It's the only way. And you can come and see Chip anytime ya want. He's yer son, too. I only regret ya ain't been around here enough to be a papa to him. I'm taking only the things we need. You can do what ya wish with the other stuff in the house. It's all yers. It might be a good idea if ya stopped rentin' this place and just moved over there closer to the Griffin Ranch."

It had been over three hours before Bubba received a call from Chuck to be picked up. During the drive back to the Carson Ranch, Chuck broke down. When he had decided to leave Clair, he hadn't realized for some reason how hard it would be to leave his son, Chip. They spoke very little on the drive back. Bubba tried to convince himself he wasn't at fault, but he had the strangest feeling of guilt.

"When we git back to the fuckin' ranch," said Bubba finally, "let's jist git a couple of horses saddled up and ride out somewhere where we can talk. Don't mind tellin' ya I feel like shit over this. Do ya think maybe ya should go back and try to talk her out of it? Maybe ya need to find some fuckin' work closer to Mudhole where ya can be closer to them and be a father to the little one. Jesus Christ. I jist feel so fuckin' bad."

Chuck smiled and wiped his eyes. As he punched Bubba lightly on the shoulder, he said, "It ain't yer fault, Bubba. All ya did was to make me realize somethin' really fuckin' important about my life. I guess it had to happen. Clair'll be better off without me now. And so will Chip, really. I learned something fuckin' basic about me, and I know the marriage would fall apart eventually anyway because of it."

Chuck McGuffey resigned his job with the Griffen Ranch and moved in with Bubba at his two-room house. It was not customary that the foreman would have a roommate in his small quarters, especially since it was furnished with only one bed. But Henry Carson, owner of the Carson Ranch, permitted it without question. Bubba and Henry had an understanding. Shortly before Bubba became Foreman, he had walked into one of the barns and found Henry fucking his own fifteen year old daughter, Meg. They were both naked. It was a thoroughly consensual relationship they had, and it had apparently occurred many times before.

Not long before that occurrence, Henry had found Bubba alone in the gang showers with one of the other ranch hands. Bubba had the man leaning against the wall and was fucking him. Bubba was not happy about the other hands finding out about that. But now, they both had a secret that created a comforting equilibrium between them. Henry knew about Bubba's interest in other men and, to protect his own secret affair with his daughter, he permitted Bubba to have Chuck as a roommate without discussion.

While Bubba had hoped that not much notice would be taken of the relationship between him and this new employee, rumors began to fly. There were still ranch hands there who had been out on those long sojourns on the range with Bubba years before. They remembered how he always enjoyed masturbating at night with the others, and would even grab their dicks and masturbate for them. And then there were those times when he and several others fucked each other on those long lonely nights. It was always Bubba who instigated it. There came to be no doubt in the minds of everyone that Bubba and Chuck were lovers and were having great sex with each other. But they all respected Bubba's authority and the hard work he was willing to do along side them. There would be no point in making an issue of the man's sex life.

After several weeks on the job, Chuck had won the approval and respect of the other hands. He was strong and solid and could do the hard work that some of the others could not do. He usually worked without a shirt, and Bubba would watch sometimes as the sweat rolled off Chuck's darkly tanned skin, and as his muscles would ripple and strain with every move of his body. Bubba had never in his life really loved another man. A good hot fuck and a good hard dick to suck on was all he craved. But he felt different about this man, Chuck. He'd kissed Chuck the night he'd met him---something he'd never done before---and the feel of Chuck's soft, warm lips excited him. They had explored each other's mouth with their tongues. And he'd ravenously sucked his own cum out of Chuck's asshole. He had run his tongue over the smooth skin of Chuck's stomach, sucked on the hair around his balls, and bathed his sensuous legs with his tongue.

Everything was different now. When he'd first met Chuck, all he was interested in was getting his cock up that cute little round ass of his. 'Now I want all of Chuck,' he thought, 'his whole fuckin' body. I'll never share him;  he's mine. I own him now.' It was unmistakable. He loved Chuck deeply. But he wouldn't tell him. He knew about those things. It would probably drive him away.

One evening, Bubba decided to join the rest of the men in the gang showers. Chuck had decided to use the gang showers rather than use Bubba's private shower so that he wouldn't inconvenience Bubba. Standing under a showerhead near Chuck, Bubba could tell the other men were looking at Chuck's body. He was convinced that they were looking at it with desire. It terrified him that he may have competition. He wanted Chuck to himself, and he swore no one else would ever touch him. After all, everyone knew that what Bubba wanted, Bubba got. And anything he wanted to keep, he kept.

That night in bed, Bubba pushed his body up close to Chuck's naked body and ran his tongue over the light hair on Chuck's forearm.

"Ya know, Chuck, ya can use my fuckin' shower. It's fer both of us. Ya don't have to walk over there to them fuckin' gang showers."

"Aw, shit, Bubba. I don't mind. I'll jist leave it to you. The last time we wanted a shower, you had to wait fer me to git out. No fuckin' problem to me to go over with the other guys."

Bubba slid down and ran his tongue over the muscles on Chuck's thigh and then over his balls. He raised his head and looked at Chuck.

"Ya think them mother-fuckers in the showers look good to ya?"

"Yeah. There's some hot lookin' fuckers here on this ranch. Over at the Griffin ranch, they was all a bunch of fucked out dogs."

Bubba closed his eyes. He could hardly stand the idea that Chuck would want to fuck around with any of the other hands. He looked up and said, "Ya might as well fergit about it. None of them fuckers are interested in playin' around anyway."

"I wasn't thinkin' about it, Bubba. I ain't interested in them. I like it jist like this. You playin' with my balls and ticklin' my skin with yer fuckin' tongue and all. Hey, have you ever fucked around with them guys?"

"Well, I think I told ya we used to fuck each other when we were out on the range. Back then we weren't nothin' but a bunch of horny assholes. We had two things, cocks and assholes. That's all the fuckin' shit we had. What else could we do with 'em but fuck?"

Chuck lifted his legs so Bubba could get his tongue down inside his crack. "I asked ya once if ya ever fucked Tony, the bartender over at the Sorry Ass Tavern. Did ya?"

"Sure."

"Ya know, the second night we was there, I could see he had a big fuckin' hard-on the whole time. It stuck out like a fuckin' yard-arm. And he kept runnin' his hands over his little round butt. And he kept smilin' at me. I probably could of taken him in the back room and fucked that cute ass of his. Is he a good fuck, Bubba?"

"Shit no. He weren't nothin."

"Why? What was wrong with him?"

"He jist weren't no fuckin' good, that's all," said Bubba with irritation in his voice.

Chuck sat up and pressed Bubba's head again his stomach. "What's the matter, Bubba? Did I say somethin' wrong?"

"Aw, shit, Chuck," said Bubba quietly. "Why do we have to talk about him, or them other cocksuckers. It's jist you and me tonight. Them other fuckers don't have nothin' to do with us. We don't need them assholes."

Chuck ran his fingers over and through Bubba's thick beard. "I'm sorry, Bubba."

"Naw, it's me that's sorry. I ain't a very nice person sometimes."

"Yes, ya are. I wouldn't love ya if ya weren't, Bubba."

Bubba could feel something that felt like a pile of rocks bouncing around in his chest. "I love you, too. More than any other fucker on earth. I guess I jist ain't right with the idea that ya might want some other asshole to fuck."

Chuck pushed him off and said, "Jist shut yer yap, and fuck me, will ya?"

As Chuck raised his legs high, Bubba buried his face in his crack and slashed his tongue through the thicket of hair to get to Chuck's pucker. He flooded his asshole with saliva and then mounted him.

Would ya do somethin' fer me?" asked Chuck. Just when yer about to cum, pull out and shoot it on me. I want to watch it spurtin' outta yer fuckin' penis all over me. I ain't never seen no hot cream spurtin' outta a man's cock, other than my own."

Bubba plunged his hard rod into Chuck's rectum and began to pump slowly as they looked into each other's eyes. After several minutes, Bubba's handsome face became wet and shiny with sweat. Beads of sweat began to drop from his forehead onto Chuck's stomach. Chuck rubbed his hands over it and sucked his fingers. He loved it when Bubba would come in after working in the sun without a shirt. He would take Bubba in his arms and kiss and lick his warm, slick, and sweaty skin, and suck on his wet chest hair.

Bubba could see the love in Chuck's eyes as they looked at each other, and he hoped that Chuck could see the same love in his own eyes. This is how he wanted it. This is how it had to be. Their two bodies totally locked together like this for all time. No one could come between them. He would see to that.

Suddenly, Bubba could feel the beginnings of his orgasm sweeping through his gut. He pulled out and, as his gorged penis throbbed violently in his hand, rope after rope of hot white cream spewed out onto his lover's chest and chin and mouth. And just as the final surge sent forth another stream, Chuck stiffened up and shot his own sperm to be mixed with Bubba's.

The next day, Bubba and Chuck were sitting in the horse barn having a smoke. Bubba said, "I got somethin' I gotta tell ya. Ya know I told ya about my eighteen-year-old son. He comes down here to see his old man pretty often. We git along real well. I got word a few days ago, he's comin' to see me this afternoon and he's gonna stay fer the fuckin' weekend."

"That's great, Bubba. Maybe some day when my little Chip gits old enough, I can git him down here fer a visit. What's yer son's name. Is he as good lookin' as his papa?"

"His name's Corey, and he's better lookin' than me. He's kinda smooth. He don't look like a dried up fuckin' old lizard like me."

"Hey, yer only thirty-eight. And ya look twenty-five. Ya ain't dried up."

Bubba liked the compliment and smoothed out his beard with his hand. "Corey's a mama's boy. His ma finally married a rich old fucker who's sendin' the boy to college next year. But Corey loves it down here on the ranch. When he was jist a little shit I flung his ass up on a horse and taught him how to ride. He loves it and he's good. As good as me. Last summer, he come down here fer about a month and worked his fuckin' ass off. Jist as good as any of them cocksuckers I got workin' fer me. I sometimes wish he'd come down permanent to work. But I guess I'm glad he's gittin' an education like I never had."

"I'm anxious to meet him, Bubba."

"Thar's jist one little problem. When he's here, he always stays with me. I gotta figure somethin' out."

Chuck punched Bubba on the shoulder in his usual playful way. "Aw shit, Bubba, that ain't no problem. There's plenty of fuckin' room in the bunk house. I'll find me a bed there while Corey's here."

Bubba was not happy with the idea that Chuck would be spending the nights with the other hands in the bunk house. He wanted to trust Chuck, but at nineteen, he was still young and horny and anything could happen. Besides, who wouldn't want to get a good fuck out of Chuck's cute little ass?"

"No, I don't want ya to be sleepin' over there with them mother-fuckers. I jist gotta think about it."

Chuck had already come to the conclusion that Bubba was a jealous man. Chuck loved Bubba, but he had been attracted to some of the other great looking cowboys on the ranch. With Clair, he had come to feel trapped in a way. He didn't want to feel that way anymore. He wasn't sure he liked the way Bubba was protecting him from other adventures.

By late afternoon, Corey had arrived in his two-seater MG. As Chuck stood off to the side, Bubba grabbed Corey and gave him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Shit, Corey. I'm glad to see ya. How's yer Ma?

As Corey glanced over at Chuck, he said, "She's the same as ever. All wrapped up in her social life. She isn't even aware of what I do anymore. I don't even think she remembers I'm going off to college next fall. I just don't get involved much with her, and she seems to be happy about that."

"And how's yer step-daddy?"

"He doesn't pay any attention to me, either, as long as I don't do anything to embarrass him with his big money friends. That's all he cares about. He'll be glad to get me out of there and away to college. He and Mom don't seem to do much together. He's always out somewhere with one of his little bimbos."

"Well, I'm jist glad yer down here with me fer a few fuckin' days. Hey, shit. Where's my manners? This here is Chuck. He's a new ranch hand. And he's the best fuckin' worker I got."

Corey stepped over and shook hands with Chuck, "Glad to meet you."

Bubba said, "I gotta tell ya;  Chuck here is stayin' with me in my place. Just temporary, you know, until I can free up another fuckin' bunk fer him."

Bubba had thought all day about what he was going to do. He didn't want either one of them to be staying out of sight and bunking with any of the others.

"If ya don't mind, Corey, I guess the three of us can stay in my place fer the few fuckin' days you'll be here. Me and Chuck's pretty big, but yer a little thinner than us, and I think my fucking double bed oughta be good enough."

Corey and Chuck smiled at each other in agreement. "Dad, I understand. Whatever arrangement you make is fine."

Bubba said, "Chuck, you wanna take Corey's suitcase on in the house. I gotta check on them cocksuckers over there and make sure they load up them fuckin' fence posts properly."

Chuck and Corey went in and sat down. Chuck said, "Yer pa tells me ya do a lotta good work down here when ya come."

"Yes, I love it down here. I love the outdoors. I don't get much chance to get any exercise back home in the city. I love being down here with my dad. He taught me how to ride when I was just a little kid. He's the greatest."

"Ya love yer dad a lot, don't ya."

"Yes, he's my ideal. I wish I could stay down here with him permanently."

"I can see yer pretty muscular, even though yer slender."

Corey bared one of his arms and held it up. "That's right. I got myself built up by all the work I've done down here."

Corey stared at Chuck for a few minutes and then said calmly, "Do you fuck my dad?"

Chuck was speechless for a moment. That was the last question he expected to hear. "Why do you ask that?"

Corey smiled. "Don't worry. Just tell me. Do you fuck my dad?"

"Well, yes. Shit, Corey. I'm sorry."

Corey laughed. "Don't be sorry. Dad loves to get fucked. And he loves to fuck young guys like you."

The obvious question came to Chuck's mind. "I guess he does. Does he . . . I mean . . . do you . . . .?

Corey reached over and slapped Chuck on the knee. "Sure we do. Dad and I love each other. And we fuck each other every chance we get."

Chuck sat with his mouth hanging open as he looked at this handsome young man who just admitted he fucked his dad.

"Well, Corey, I offered to sleep over in the bunk house. I can still . . . ."

"No, no. The three of us can do just fine in Dad's bed. Dad's very possessive, and I could tell he was a little worried to have us all in his bed. I think we can just let him call the shots. He might be hesitant at first. But he gets pretty horny, as I'm sure you know, and I have no doubt all three of us will have a pretty good time."

Supper in the chow hall was the usual Friday night fare. Baked beans and cornbread and a bowl of Mexican chili peppers to chew on. After supper, Corey suggested they walk up to the knoll about a hundred yards from the complex and watch the sunset.

Corey said, "Whenever I come down here, I like to go off with Dad and have him tell me stories about when he was growing up on his pop's ranch. They're great stories."

They brought a couple of bottles of beer each and sat facing the West. "Okay, Dad, tell some more about when you were a kid."

"Did I ever tell ya 'bout the time Pop fucked an old goat? Pop was always lookin' fer adventures. He grabbed that fuckin' goat by the hind legs so it wouldn't kick him in the balls, and pulled the goat's ass up to his hips. He pounded his cock up that little fucker's ass like a fuckin' jack hammer. He told me he never fucked an ass that tight. Then he tried to fuck an old settin' hen. That was a fuckin' sight. That chicken was a squakin' and fighten'. And there were fuckin' feathers flyin' all over the place. But he couldn't git his cock in it. We ate that fuckin' chicken the next night."

Corey said, "Tell Chuck about the first time you ever got fucked. I love that story."

"Well, shit. That was the big fuckin' turnin' point in my life. One night when I was 'bout fifteen er sixteen, I walked in on my Maw and Pop while they was fuckin'. I could see 'em from the rear and got a good fuckin' view of Pop's fat cock sloshin' in and out of Maw's wet pussy. I left pretty quick 'cuz I didn't know if they'd appreciate me bein' there. Then a couple of fuckin' nights later, I peeked in on them again and Pop was fuckin' her in the asshole. Shit. That brought my dick into full mast. Then I kinda made a mistake. I went out and told some of the ranch hands that I saw Pop fuckin' my Maw in the asshole. The story got around, and when it got back to my Pop, he beat the shit outta me. Then he told me if I got so mother-fuckin' excited about asshole fuckin', he would arrange a little present for me. Later that afternoon, five ranch hands grabbed me and threw my ass into a truck and drove out to the edge of the ranch. They stripped me down and ever one of them mother-fuckers fucked my ass hard. And before they was done, they all fucked me again. It was like my asshole was on fire for a week after that. But ya know what? Pop was tryin' to punish me, but I loved it. After that, I was beggin' them mother-fuckers fer more."

By this time, both Chuck and Corey had released their flaming hot cocks and were stroking them as Bubba talked.

"Then when Pop walked in on one 'em fuckin' me in the barn, he got all hot and threw the guy aside and plunged his own fuckin' cock into me. That was the best of all. Ya know, ever since then I got gang-banged regular. Fuck! Them were the days."

Corey said, "I get horny as a toad whenever you tell that story."

"Ya ever git gang-banged, son?"

"Nope."

"Well, it's time to go back to the house. Looks like it's gonna be a long night ahead of us mother-fuckers."

As Corey had predicted, getting his dad to tell some of those stories had worked Bubba into a sexual lather, ready for anything. In bed, Bubba lay in the middle, with Chuck and Corey on either side. They each played with and sucked on Bubba's nipples, as Bubba's cock stood up rock hard and throbbing. The veins that encircled it were bulging and red. He closed his eyes, as Chuck and Corey ran their tongues over his smooth, deeply tanned skin, sucking on his leg hair as they bathed his beautifully shaped and muscular legs with their tongues."

Bubba enjoyed the attention he was getting from these two hot young men. He wanted them to continue going over his body like that, but did not want them to turn their attention to each other.

"Okay," said Bubba as he sat up. "Which one of ya mother-fuckers wants me to fuck 'em first?"

Chuck and Corey looked at each other.

"I'll take you first, Corey, since I ain't fucked ya in so fuckin' long"

Corey lay on his back and pulled his thighs up against his chest. Bubba buried his face in Corey's ass crack and filled it with saliva. Mounting Corey, he plunged his blazing hot penis into his son. Chuck could hardly stand watching this and lowered his head onto Corey's chest where he sucked and nibbled on his nipples. Bubba was clearly not happy with this as he pounded Corey's ass harder and harder. Letting out a lion's roar, Bubba's cock erupted inside of his son's ass and filled the boy's rectum with his hot cream.

Corey leaped up and said, "It's my turn now, Dad. It's been a long time for me, too, since I've fucked that tight asshole of yours."

As Bubba pulled up his legs, Corey peered into his wide-open ass crack filled with a snarl of black hair. He loved the hair in his dad's ass and ran his tongue through it until he reached his asshole. He could feel Bubba's asshole extending outward as though it were beckoning the entrance of his son's penis. Bubba lay with his head rolling from side to side, eyes closed, and moaning softly.

As Corey humped away, Chuck moved in between Corey's legs. He took each slender leg in his hands and kissed and licked every inch of them. They were soft, luscious legs, covered with a soft layer of light brown hair. His calves were so beautifully shaped that Chuck wished he could eat them. The feel of Chuck's tongue and lips on them sent Corey almost into a euphoric trance and triggered his orgasm quickly. Bubba could feel Corey's hard penis throbbing violently in his rectum and the warm flow of his son's thick sperm flow into him."

As he rolled off, Corey said, "Poor Chuck hasn't had anything yet."

Bubba quickly said, "Okay Chuck, pull yer legs up. It's time fer you to git a good fuck."

Corey said, "Dad, your boner's gone down. You're not ready to fuck anyone yet. I think Chuck should have a chance now."

"Okay," said Bubba as he began raising his legs.

Chuck crawled over him and said, "Bubba, me and you fuck all the time. This may be the only fuckin' time I'll git to git a little of Corey's sweet little ass."

As Corey lifted his legs invitingly, Chuck ran his tongue over his hard little buns and into the crack where, like Bubba and Corey did, filled it with his saliva. Bubba was decidedly put out over this. He had thought that he could keep these two young Turks away from each other, even while in the same bed. He watched as Chuck pushed his cock into Corey's ass hole and then humped slowly. Bubba could hardly stand it when he watched Chuck lean down and kiss Corey on the lips. Corey held Chuck's head down in order to prolong the kiss, which became deep and passionate.

Bubba turned his head away. Nobody had ever invaded his territory. Nobody had ever dared to do that. Chuck was his territory. And Corey was also his. What a mistake of judgment it was to have them both in bed with him at the same time. He should have known these two would be hot after each other. It was a long fuck. Chuck continued at a slow humping pace. 'Why,' thought Bubba, 'doesn't he just cum and get it over with?' He turned back and watched Chuck's little round hard buns rising and falling. They were hard, but the skin that covered them was soft as velvet.

Finally, it was apparent that Chuck was close to orgasm. They kissed some more while Corey ran his hands over the dusting of hair that covered Chuck's muscular forearms. Chuck suddenly threw his head back and, with his face distorted in exquisite agony, he pounded his hips against Corey's ass hard with every surge of sperm that shot into Corey's asshole.

Chuck collapsed onto Corey, their sweaty stomachs and chests pressed together. Bubba said nothing. They soon separated and lay next to each other panting to catch their breaths.

Bubba finally said, I gotta go in and take a crap. Them fuckin' beans and hot chili peppers for supper are about to explode."

Bubba sat on the toilet. He had mixed feelings about what had just happened. He had lost control of the situation. He didn't blame them. It was his own fault. Very quickly, his mind was on the good feeling he was about to have as his shit came out. As he had once told Chuck, the feeling of nice big turd sliding out of his asshole was akin to a real sexual experience. But the beans and chili peppers had turned his shit into a soupy mess. It blasted out of his ass with loud explosive force, splashing back up all over his ass. It just kept coming along with almost endless noisy and juicy farts. It wasn't a solid turd, but it still felt rather good as the brown smelly glop shot out of his ass.

Eventually, he had emptied his bowels completely. He cleaned up his ass and, as he was preparing to leave the bathroom, he could hear Corey and Chuck talking.

Corey said, "Sometime when I have a real good hard one, I wanna fuck you. I'm glad Dad took awhile in the bathroom so I could give you a good tongue fuck, at least."

"I loved it, Corey," said Chuck. "I can't wait to git that fuckin' cock of yers up my ass."

"I know what, Chuck. Tomorrow's Sunday, and no one'll be working. Why don't you and I saddle up some horses and ride out to a little stream I know of and just be alone together for the afternoon?"

"Hey, man, I'd like that. I want to git into that fuckin' cute little ass of yers one more time before ya leave. As well as gittin' a good fuckin' from this pretty cock of yers."

Corey said, "The only thing is that Dad might not be too happy 'bout just you and me going off together. I've seen in the past how possessive and jealous he can get."

"Aw, Corey. I love yer Paw, but he don't own me. Nobody owns me. I can do what I want."

Bubba stood quietly behind the bathroom door. He tried hard to fight back his anger and his hurt. 'What does he mean, nobody owns him? I own him,' he thought. 'Shit!'

Bubba emerged and threw himself on the bed between the two boys. "Now go to sleep, both of ya. And don't touch me. Jist keep yer fuckin' hands to yerself."

Both Corey and Chuck lay quietly, knowing that Bubba was upset about Corey having fucked Chuck. Corey also suspected that his dad had overheard them talking.

The next morning, Chuck wasn't sure about going off with Corey and leaving Bubba alone. But Corey had no fear and told Bubba that he and Chuck were going off alone for the afternoon.

"Do what ya fuckin' please," growled Bubba, as he turned and walked away.

Corey and Chuck saddled up their horses and rode out to the stream about three miles from the ranch complex of buildings.

As they tied up their horses to a tree, Corey said, "I've been coming out here since I was a little kid. That stream's nice and high today. Do you want to swim a little?"

"Aw, shit, I don't know how to swim."

"It's real shallow. You can just stand up in it."

They both stripped off their clothes and waded in. As they stood in the middle with the water rushing by them, Corey suddenly took Chuck in his arms, and they kissed deeply.

Corey said, "I could fall in love with you, Chuck. That's for sure. There's something about you. Your big smile, your beautiful eyes. Your whole body excites me so much."

"Aw, I ain't nothin. I'm jist an old ranch jockey and don't have much smarts."

"First of all, you aren't old. You're only a year older than me. Besides, I love ranch jockeys. I wish I lived down here instead of going to college."

"Don't say that, Corey. I wish I'd had the fuckin' smarts and the money to go to college. My maw and pa were good people, but they ain't never had no money. You'll be up there with all them hot college guys. I'll bet you'll have more to fuck around with than you can handle. You got a cute little ass and I'll bet they'll be waitin' in line fer ya."

"Maybe. And maybe not. This is where I want to be. Down here with all you guys who work hard and don't have any pretenses. What we see is what you are, as they say. No games, like all those little snot-nosed snobby guys play up there."

They got out of the water and lay on a blanket looking up at the passing clouds.

"You guys are passionate and you don't hide it. You work hard, you fuck hard, and you don't play games. I want to be one of you. I want an open life where I don't have to hide behind some nicey nice façade."

Chuck rolled over and took Corey into his strong arms and rolled him up on top of himself. Their penises grew hard and pressed against each other. They kissed deeply and passionately as they ran their hands over each other's body.

Corey began to slide down, swirling his lips and tongue around Chuck's massive pecs and sucking on the soft hair that covered them. Now, down the stomach and into the navel.

Corey bent his head upward and looked into Chuck's eyes. "I love every inch of your body, Chuck. The taste and smell of your skin sends me into a frenzy. If I had nothing else, I would be satisfied with just the taste and feel of your skin on my lips and tongue."

Soon Corey was sucking on the soft skin of chuck's ball sack, and bringing his tongue down over the perineum and deep into his ass crack. Slowly pushing Chuck's strong legs into the air, he buried his whole face into the soft hair that filled the crack. Chuck could feel Corey's tongue sweeping madly over his asshole, and then he could feel it pushing in."

"Aw, shit, Corey. Stick that mother-fuckin' cock up in me. I gotta have it."

Corey plunged the full length of his rod into Chuck's asshole as Chuck took hold of Corey's ass cheeks. A cool wind blew over them giving them both goose pimples.

"Yer ass feels like one of them prickly pears," said Chuck.

"Yeah, and you've got them too. Every single beautiful hair on your arms is standing straight up. Lift one of them up so I can run my lips over that soft hair."

As Corey sucked on Chuck's arm, it excited him so much that he could feel the tightness take hold of his gut. He didn't want to cum yet. The feel of his penis clamped tightly in chuck's asshole was almost beyond description. He could feel on the end of his penis the soft warm inner flesh of Chuck's rectum. But it was now beyond his control. The muscle at the base of his penis cramped like it was in a vice and then the surges began. His orgasm took hold of his body so violently that he thought he was going to faint. Even his arms that held him up began to buckle and, before even the last spurt of his cream came out, he collapsed on Chuck's body. He lay there gasping for air as Chuck kissed and ran his tongue all over his sweaty face and letting his lips be tickled by Corey's long curly black eyelashes.

They lay there in each other's arms for a long time, never wanting to let go. But eventually, Corey rolled off. Chuck's raging hard cock stood straight up and bobbed around involuntarily. Corey kissed it and licked up and down and around the shaft, now encircled with bulging purple veins. Soon, Chuck could feel the head of his penis sliding back and forth over the roof of Corey's mouth. Corey held his lips around it, making it feel like a really tight asshole. Corey's long curly hair flopped down over his eyes and tickled Chuck's stomach as he sucked. Chuck ran his fingers through it, as Corey pushed two fingers up Chuck's ass. Pulling them out, and continuing to suck, he offered them to Chuck. Chuck pushed Corey's fingers in his mouth and sucked off the smelly cum that Corey had deposited there. As he did so, his orgasm took hold of him like a lightning bolt, almost without warning. Corey kept Chuck's cum in his mouth and, when he pulled out, he slid forward and kissed Chuck, letting his cum flow between their mouths.

As Corey moved his head up, he saw something in the distance. It was a horse standing next to a tree. It must have been close to a hundred yards away. A man was sitting on the horse. Corey could barely make it out, but he knew it was Bubba sitting there watching them.

"Chuck, I'm afraid we've got an audience. Turn your head and look over there. It's Dad."

"Aw, shit," growled Chuck. Why would he do that?"

"I'll tell you why. He can't stand anyone, not even me, doing anything with you. I told you he was possessive. We've got to get going and face the music. I've also got to start back home this evening. I'm starting a summer job in the morning."

After mounting their horses, they stopped at the stream and let the horses drink. Looking back, they saw Bubba turning and riding away.

When they returned to building complex, Bubba was sitting on the step of his little house smoking. As one of the ranch hands led the horses back to the horse barn, they stood in front of Bubba.

"We saw you out there, Dad," said Corey. "You could have come closer and joined us after riding that far."

Bubba looked past them and didn't say a word.

"Dad, I've got to get my stuff together now and get on back home." Corey sat on the step next to Bubba as Chuck stood awkwardly in front of them.

Corey put his arm around Bubba's shoulder and kissed him on the cheek. "I love you, Dad. I'll see you again one of these weekends."

Bubba brought Corey's head close to his and kissed him on the lips. "I love ya, too, more than you'll probably ever know." Releasing Corey's head, he said gruffly, "Now git the fuck on outta here."

Bubba went on in the house, while Chuck stayed outside to wave goodbye as Corey sped off. He hesitated to go in and face Bubba, but there was no helping it. He went inside and saw Bubba stretched out on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

Without looking at Chuck, he said, "What I let ya do last night wasn't good enough fer ya, was it."

"What are ya talkin' about."

"Can't ya understand plain fuckin' English? I said it wasn't good enough fer ya. Fuckin' Corey right here in this bed next to me."

"Shit, Bubba, ya invited us both to sleep with ya. What'd ya expect. I liked him. Ya tryin' to tell me I couldn't be with him agin?"

Bubba leaped from the bed and swung his fist at Chuck, hitting him on the side of the head and knocking him to floor. Chuck grabbed Bubba's legs and pulled him down. They fought like animals, swinging their fists at each other's heads and stomachs. Blood began to run from Chuck's nose. After a long struggle, Chuck gathered all his strength and punched Bubba in the face, flattening him on the floor. A huge cut opened up on Bubba's cheek and blood ran down into his ear.

Bubba was dazed and felt he couldn't move. His eyes fluttered and opened slightly. Everything was a blur. After many minutes, Chuck's face came into focus. Chuck was on the floor leaning against the wall, panting heavily.

Bubba looked at him and said, "You son-of-a-bitch. You're mine. You've been mine from the beginning."

Chuck struggled to get up. "What do you mean I'm yers? I don't belong to you. I don't belong to no fuckin' body."

Bubba was still unable to move. His words were slurred. "I gave you this fuckin' job. I'm the one who taught ya how real men fuck each other. You belong to me."

Chuck forced a laugh. "I never signed no fuckin' marriage contract. I'm only nineteen. Yer the only one I've ever been with. Fer years you been out fuckin' every mother-fuckin' asshole you can find. Sure, you gave me a taste of what it was like to fuck a man's asshole. And now you wanna tie me down. I'm goin' out and find me all the fuckin' assholes I can git into. And you can go fuck yerself.

Chuck gathered up his things and stuffed them into his canvas bag. Looking down at Bubba, still prostrate on the floor, he said, "Jist remember, you asshole. I'm free. And I'll always be free.

Chuck left and slammed the door behind him. Setting out in the dark toward the main road, his eyes began to burn, and tears rolled down his cheeks. "Oh, God-damn you, Bubba," he said aloud. "Damn you."

Part 3
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Chuck walked the mile and a half down the gravel road to the main highway. He could see the lights of Waterhole in the distance. No cars were in sight, but he would keep walking and try to catch a ride with the next car or truck that came along. That is, if one ever did come along. It was still early. He could easily walk the mile or so that would take him into Waterhole, but he would need a ride in order to go as far as his house in Mudhole.

Chuck stood at the end of the gravel road and, before stepping out onto the highway, looked back at the well-lit cattle pens and buildings on the Carson Ranch. His eyes were still blurred and he couldn't stop tearing up over what had happened. The last several weeks were the happiest and most satisfying of any time in his life. Why did Bubba get so angry, he thought. Chuck had never had a friend as kind and gentle as Bubba. Bubba had changed his life. He had come to love Bubba, the only person he had ever really loved. He had loved Clair. She was a good fuck when she wasn't whining about something. She was a good mother to Chip. And she was a good wife to Chuck. At least she did the best she could with very little.

But Chuck's love for Bubba was different. It was deeper, somehow, and more passionate. Bubba's strength and masculinity and his commanding power sent Chuck's body and mind into a sexual frenzy.

Bubba had now shown Chuck a whole new world. And it was to his liking. That new world was wide open to him now. He would never let anyone, not even Bubba, incarcerate him or imprison him from tasting the fruits of this new and exciting world.

Soon, Chuck found himself on the deserted main street of Waterhole. Still no cars or trucks came along. Looking across the street and down to the end of the block, he saw the flashing green neon sign in the window of the Sorry Ass Tavern. He smiled to himself. That's where it all started, he thought. He hadn't been back since that fateful night. He stood and stared back down the deserted road for a few minutes to see if any cars might be headed his way. There was nothing.

As he crossed the street to the Sorry Ass Tavern, he thought, "I might as well go on in and have one fer the fuckin' road. Standin' out here with my fuckin' thumb up my ass, lookin' like a mother-fuckin' asshole ain't doin' me no fuckin' good."

As Chuck walked in, he saw only three other customers, some rough looking cowboys huddled around a table in a dark corner. Sitting at the deserted bar, Chuck pushed his hat farther back on his head and wiped his forehead with the kerchief he'd removed from around his neck.

When Tony, the bartender, saw him, he said, "Jist lookee here. I ain't seen you since ya left here with old Bubba. I'm glad to see ya. Where the fuck's Bubba, anyways? Did he unhook yer chain?"

"What d'ya mean by that?" said Chuck. "I ain't on no fuckin' chain."

"Well, it jist seems kinda strange to see someone Bubba takes up with out on the loose without Bubba hangin' on to 'em. It either means ya escaped, or he kicked yer ass out."

Chuck took a long swig of his beer and said nothing.

Tony leaned over the bar close to Chuck. "Which is it? Huh? He kicked ya out, didn't he?"

"Naw. He didn't kick me out. We jist sorta had a misunderstandin'."

"I git it," said Tony. "Yer jist a young fella who jist smelled the joys of a good fuck in the ass. Right? And old Bubba don't want that big old cock of yers up anyone's asshole but his. Right?"

"Somethin' like that."

"I figured as much," Tony said. "Ya know, I'm not one who believes in marriage. I tried it a couple of times. And I say, fuck that shit. I made up my mind a long time ago that I'm gonna be free to sample every fuckin' thing the world has to offer."

Chuck smiled and ordered a third bottle of beer. "You got the right idea, Tony. I ain't lettin' no fuckin' little ass pass me by. Nope. No way. And I don't think I made no secret when I was here before that I wanted to git up yer sweet little ass."

Tony's lips curled into a half smile. "I'm sure we can arrange that. Jist as long as Bubba don't find out."

"I don't give a shit if he finds out or not."

"Now you don't mean that. Bubba's given ya a good fuckin' job, and he's a hot mother-fucker. A guy can't git a better fuck from nobody like ya can git from him."

"I 'spose. Hey, Tony, yer a big guy. Why ain't you out workin' on some ranch with all them muscles?"

Tony shook his head. "Well, I used to work right there on the Carson Ranch with Bubba. But I had a fuckin' accident when a horse bucked and fell on my fuckin' leg. I got a gimpy leg and ain't worth much at doin' nothin' now 'cept tendin' bar. Ain't ya seen me limpin'?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry," said Chuck. "Gimme another beer. That guy over there at the table. Ain't he the fucker I beat the shit outta that night"

"Yup. That's Jack. He promised to behave hisself. So I let him back."

As Chuck stood up to go to the restroom, he was beginning to feel the alcohol. "Shit, man, I gotta go take a crap. I ain't taken a crap for three days. But I can feel a big old mother-fuckin' turd pushin' to come out. I love to feel a big turd slide outta my fuckin' asshole. Don't you?"

"Sure. It's second best to a good hard cock."

"I'll be right back." Chuck could feel himself staggering a bit as he walked. He got his pants down and sat on the toilet just in time. There was no door on the stall. He could feel the turd pushing to get out, but it didn't seem to move. Shit, he thought. That turd must be as big as a watermelon. As he strained, Jack walked in and stood in front of him.

Jack put his hands on his hips and said, "Well, if it ain't Bubba's new fuck buddy. I see ya strainin'. Got somethin' up yer ass that won't come out?"

"Shut up," said Chuck as he continued to strain.

"Aw, Chucky boy, what ya gonna do about it? Ya gonna git up and try to beat me up again? Ya know what? I'm gonna fergive ya fer what ya did. I'm gonna help ya git that turd out. Yer really hurtin', aren't ya? When that happens to me, I git my finger up there and loosen up that old shit so it can come out."

"Ohhh, God," moaned Chuck as he wiggled and squirmed on the toilet. "What d'ya mean? I can't git nothin' up there."

Jack took hold of Chuck's arms and said, "Stand up. I'll show ya."

Chuck was ready to try anything and stood up. Jack got on his knees behind Chuck. He said, "Ah, look at this pretty little ass. I'll stir up that old shit in there and it'll come slippin' right out."

Jack pushed three fingers up into Chuck's asshole. "Man, that's a fuckin' big hard turd. I'll jist mash it up good with my fingers, and it oughta pop right out."

As Jack moved his fingers rapidly inside Chuck's rectum, Chuck could feel his turd begin to move and slowly slide out. Jack pulled his fingers out as the turd slid out into his hands. Jack held it up and smelled it and touched his tongue to it.

"Mmmmm. Good and hot and nasty," purred Jack. "Want a taste?"

Chuck grabbed some toilet paper and wiped himself. "Shit, no."

Chuck pulled up his pants and washed his hands as Jack remained on his knees looking lovingly at the foot-long shit in his hands. Chuck was feeling really drunk and staggered back to his bar stool.

"Tony, that Jack is weird. He helped me git the fuckin' shit outta my ass and . . ."

"Don't tell me, Chuck. He ate yer shit."

"I think so."

"Jack loves to watch shit come out of a guy and then he eats it."

"Has he eaten yers?

"Yeah, a lotta times."

"Well, I guess I have to be grateful to him. I was really consterpated, and he pulled that shit right outta me. I spose I should thank him fer that."

Tony shook his head. "Whenever Jack sees someone go into the can, he follows 'em. Then after the guy takes a shit, Jack tells 'em that the toilet is clogged and not to flush it. When the guy leaves, he digs down in that toilet and takes that old shit chews on it."

As the evening wore on, more customers came in, and Chuck was getting drunker and drunker. Soon, a person joined Tony behind the bar. He couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman.

Tony said, "I want ya to meet the HD. She comes in to help me when the customers start pouring in."

"HD? What's that."

"The Head Dyke. Come over here, Marni. I want ya to meet someone. This is Marni. She's our resident diesel dyke."

"Glad to meet ya, Chuck. Tony's told me about ya. Yer jist as gorgeous as he said. And yer real young, too. Tony, I'll take over here if the two of ya wanna get more acquainted, if ya know what I mean."

Tony walked out from around the bar and took hold of Chuck's arm. "Come on, Chuck, I'll join ya with another beer back in my room."

Chuck stood up and everything was whirling around. His knees felt as though they were about to buckle. Tony put his arm around Chuck's waist and held him up as they walked back into Tony's room. The bed was all unmade and rumpled.

"Well, Chuck, this is where I sleep. Home sweet home."

Chuck collapsed like a bag full of tire irons onto the bed. He felt as though he was flying in circles. Everything in the room was spinning around him. Tony removed Chuck's boots and socks, and slowly undid Chuck's pants and pulled them off. As soon as Chuck was completely naked, Tony removed his own clothes and lay down beside him. Chuck's penis stood up as hard as a steel rod. Tony leaned over and ran his tongue over the head of it.

"Mmmmm. Tastes good. I think ya got a little piss runnin' out of it."

Chuck could feel himself losing consciousness and was only slightly aware of his legs being lifted and something tickling his asshole.

Tony pushed his face into Chuck's hairy crack. "Mmmmm. I love a good mother-fuckin' asshole. Yer's tastes so hot and sweaty and dirty. Ya love a good fuckin' asshole, Chuck?"

Chuck was so drunk he heard someone talking, but he couldn't understand the words.

Tony said, "Here, lemme sit on yer face. You can git a good taste of my raunchy asshole."

As Tony lowered his ass onto Chuck's face, Chuck felt as though he was getting smothered, but loved the taste of the wet and salty hair in Tony's ass. Once again, he felt himself drifting away. He was soon vaguely aware that his legs were being lifted up again and Tony's hard penis pushing its way into his hole. As it entered, Chuck let out a long juicy fart. Then all went dark.

When Chuck finally awoke, sunlight was pouring in on him from the window. He felt almost paralyzed. He didn't know where he was. His asshole was burning and his mouth was dry as sand. He tried to raise his head, but it felt as though rocks were bouncing around inside of it. He felt his face, and flakes of dried cum came off on his fingers. He had no memory of what happened or how he got into this strange room. The bed was soaked and all he could smell was piss. Had he emptied his bladder while he was asleep? He soon lost consciousness again.

Chuck awoke again in mid-afternoon to find Tony lying next to him running his tongue over the hair on Chuck's legs.

"What happened? Where am I?"

"Don't you remember?" said Tony. "You were our fuck pig last night? You are the hottest nineteen-year-old I ever fucked."

"What do ya mean I was 'our' fuck pig?"

"Well, ya didn't seem to mind. Me and some of the guys gave ya a good fuck last night."

"Some of the guys? Who?"

"Jist some of the guys."

"Ohhh. My fuckin' head is killin' me. And my asshole feels like it's full of hot fuckin' coals."

Tony ran his tongue up over the soft hair on Chuck's inner thighs. "You taste so fuckin' good. I never knew any mother-fucker could have as beautiful a body as yers. All these gorgeous muscles and all."

"Aw, shit," said Chuck. "I'm afraid I peed all over the bed when I conked out."

Tony laughed. "No ya didn't. A couple of guys got their kicks and peed on ya last night."

"I feel terrible. I got to git goin'."

"No, ya don't, Chuck. What you need is another beer. That'll fix ya up."

Tony helped Chuck get back into his clothes and led him out into the bar where Chuck collapsed at a table. "Now you sit here and I'll git ya somethin' cold to drink."

Tony brought over two bottles of beer and several packages of cheese crackers. Chuck drank without stopping until he'd drained half a bottle.

"Shit, that tastes good," said Chuck. I feel like my mouth is full of shit."

It was now late afternoon and Chuck had finished off three bottles of beer. He began to feel much better. Soon, Jack and two of his friends came in and sat down with him.

"Well, lookee here," said Jack. If it ain't our cute little fuck pig. All recovered."

"What're ya talkin' about."

Jack reached over and took Chuck's hand and laid it on his own bulge. "Ya feel that? That rod was up yer ass last night. Twice. And so were my friends here."

Although Chuck felt confused, he rather enjoyed feeling the hard cock pressing against Jack's jeans. "Twice?" he said. "And you other guys, too?"

"Yeah. And ya licked up some of our ball juice when we shot it in yer fuckin' face. Remember?"

"No."

"And we flushed ya down with our piss. There's nothing too good fer a friend of Bubba's."

Bubba? Chuck had forgotten about Bubba. "Is Bubba here?"

"Shit no. He's probably back at his place fuckin' some other poor pathetic sucker like you."

Chuck thought Jack was probably right. He finished off another beer and started rubbing Jack's bulge a little harder. Jack was wearing only a strap undershirt and Chuck could hardly take his eyes off of his greatly developed pecs and hard nipples showing through.

"Ya like this?" said Jack as he pulled off his undershirt and unzipped his pants, allowing his hard cock to spring free. Come on, fuck pig, take a little of these nine inches in yer fuckin' mouth."

Without hesitation, Chuck leaned over and took most of Jack's gorged penis into his mouth. "Ya like it, fuck pig? Suck it harder. Take it all."

Chuck began to gag and pulled off suddenly. He sat up as they all grinned at him. He finished off another beer and he was once again feeling really good---and really horny. After another couple of hours, he could feel himself being lifted from the chair and, with Jack's arm around him, being guided outside. He was lifted into the bed of an oversized pick-up truck and lay there, still feeling good, as the three men ripped off his clothes. He was drunk again, but could see through blurry eyes that they had all stripped down themselves. He could feel his legs being lifted and a hard cock plunging into his asshole with no lubricant. He grimaced as the burning was now worse than ever. Before he could hardly catch his breath, another hard penis was forced into his mouth, gagging him. He wanted to fight back, but he had no strength. His muscles felt as though they were paralyzed and totally unresponsive. There was gravel on the truck bed and it was digging painfully into his back. He tried to push Jack off of him, but his arms were like jelly. The pain in his rectum was so severe that it sapped all his strength.

As Chuck felt a flood of bitter sperm pouring into his mouth, he began to choke and cough. He felt as though he was going to vomit. As soon as Jack shot his load into Chuck's rectum, another hard cock plunged into it. The pain had become almost unbearable. He was drunk and felt sick and began to lose consciousness.

He didn't know how long he'd been out, but when he awoke, Jack was fucking him again. And then the other two fucked him. When they were through, he lay there unable to see. He though he was blind. Then suddenly, he felt a terrible wallop across the face, then another, and another. The three men then stood over him and pissed out their bladders over his face and body.

Again, he passed out, but awoke lying alone in the gravel of the parking lot. The truck was gone, together with his clothes and his watch. He struggled to sit up and suddenly felt terribly sick. He began to vomit all over his chest and legs. He lay back down, hardly able to move. Turning his head, he could see the back door of the Sorry Ass Tavern. Crawling toward it, he hardly felt his knees and hands turning bloody in the gravel.

Just inside the door was the restroom. He crawled in and collapsed on the piss covered floor. As he rolled over, he saw that he had been bleeding. Blood had been running down the backs of his legs. He began to sob uncontrollably. He still felt sick and suddenly began the dry heaves.

Out in the bar, Bubba had come in for a beer. As he sat talking to Tony, neither one mentioned Chuck's name. Bubba wondered why Tony hadn't asked about Chuck. About where he was. Tony had always been insatiably curious about everything, and Bubba thought it strange that Tony wasn't curious about Chuck.

"Tony, I spose yer wonderin' where the fuck Chuck is. I might as well tell ya, he decided to leave. I don't know where the fuck he is."

Tony hesitated and then said, "Well, Bubba, he came in here last night and had a few beers."

"He did? Where was he headin'?"

"Don't know. But as long as you two ain't with each other anymore, I might as well tell ya that he stayed with me last night."

"He did? Where the fuck is he now?"

"Don't know, Bubba. He was in here tonight, too. But he left with some other mother-fuckers."

"Which mother-fuckers is that?"

"Well, it was Jack and . . . ."

"Jack? That son-of-a-bitch. He's the one that Chuck flattened that night. What the fuck did he go off with him fer?"

Tony thought he'd better not mention that Jack and his buddies, along with himself, had all fucked Chuck last night.

Just then, one of the patrons came hurrying out of the restroom and said to Tony, "Hey Tony, there's some fucker lyin' on the floor in the can. He's completely naked and I think he's sick and hurt real bad."

Bubba said, "You stay here, Tony. Let me go in and see what I can do."

When Bubba walked in, he didn't recognize Chuck at first. There was a gash on the side of his face and both eyes were practically swollen shut. There was blood smeared on the floor around him. His body was wet and covered with sand and dirt and vomit. Bubba knelt down and, when he realized it was Chuck, he shouted, "Chuck, oh Chuck! Jesus Christ! Can ya hear me?"

Chuck said nothing. He showed no recognition of Bubba. Bubba lifted Chuck's head slightly, but it was like a dead weight. He jumped up and went to the door and called to Tony to a get him a blanket or a sheet. In a few moments, Tony brought in a blanket.

"Now git hold of his fuckin' feet," said Bubba, "And I'll git his shoulders, and let's lift him onto the blanket."

Tony stared in shock at Chuck. He knew what had happened. If he hadn't invited Jack and his friends to fuck the boy in the first place, this never would have happened.

"Okay, Tony, go back to yer fuckin' customers. I'll take it from here."

Bubba wrapped the blanket around Chuck. With some wet paper towels, he gently wiped the dirt off his face. Chuck began to move his lips and head. Bubba leaned over and kissed him on the forehead.

Bubba suddenly choked up and tears ran down his cheeks. "Oh, Chuck, my dear sweet boy. I didn't mean fer ya to leave. I didn't mean to hurt ya. Yer only nineteen. I don't know what the fuck happened. But I shoulda been here to protect ya. Chuck? Chuck? Can ya hear me. Can ya say somethin'?"

Bubba brought Chuck up to a sitting position and pressed the boy's head against his chest. Chuck said nothing and sat limply in Bubba's arms.

"Oh, Chuck. I'm gonna take care of ya. We're gonna go home now and yer gonna be alright." As the tears continued to roll down Bubba's face, he whispered, "I love ya, boy. I didn't mean what I said to ya. I didn't mean fer ya to leave. Come on. Let's go home."

Bubba picked Chuck up in his arms and walked out the back door to his truck. He put him in the passenger seat. When Bubba got in, he could see Chuck looking at him through swollen eyes. There was no expression there. It was as though Chuck was unaware of anything. It was almost as though he were dead.

Bubba carried Chuck into the house and laid him on the bed. He carefully sponge-bathed his body. He cleaned and bandaged the cut on Chuck's face, as well as his bloodied knees and hands and back. Chuck's asshole looked raw and swollen, but was no longer bleeding. Bubba packed a clean soft towel in Chuck's crack. Chuck continued to be unresponsive and had obviously fallen asleep. Bubba turned off the light, leaving only a faint glow from the yard lights outside. He covered Chuck with a sheet and a blanket, and pulled a chair up close to the bed and sat down, still fully dressed. This is where he would remain for the night. He sat for a long time there, looking into Chuck's sad and tortured face and gently brushing back Chuck's hair from his forehead.

After a long time, Bubba could feel sleep overtaking him. He stood up and kissed Chuck once more on the forehead. "My sweet boy. I didn't have no right to do what I did. I love ya. Will ya forgive me?

The End.