Texas Rangers

It was Spring of 1877 East of Waco, Texas.  My name is Bill Garret and I am a Texas Ranger.  My partner, Roger, and I were chasing down 4 cattle rustlers who had recently stole 50 head of cattle from the J-B ranch.  Roger and I had rode for 2 days tracking down the cattle and rustlers.  It was dusk when my partner and I came close to the rustler’s camp.  We split up and rode around the camp to surprise and surround the rustlers.

All was going according to plan when I heard Roger’s horse stumble on the rocky slope, which alerted the rustlers.  The rustlers immediately sprang into action and started firing on Roger.  Roger started returning fire and I started firing my pistol and rifle.  I shot dead 2 of the rustlers almost immediately.

One of the rustlers started firing at me while the other kept shooting at Roger.  I finally picked off the rustler firing at me and also managed to shoot the fourth rustler.  Roger had stopped firing.

I quickly ran through the rustlers camp to ensure that all four were dead.  I then run up the opposite hill to where Roger had been firing.  I came upon the sight I had not wanted to imagine.  Roger lay dead from two gunshots.

Bitter tears welled up in my eyes as I picked up my friend and held him tight one last time.  I’d never had a better partner than Roger.  We’d been partners for almost 3 years in the Texas Rangers.  Roger was more than a partner and a friend.

I laid Roger on his horse and began the long trek back into town.  I then took Roger’s body to Waco to be buried.

~~~~~  ∞ж∞  ~~~~~

I spent the better part of the next month at the Texas Rangers headquarters in Waco.  I didn’t know if I wanted to continue with the Rangers or leave.  My supervisors gave me wide steer to grieve over Roger’s death.

During the second month after Roger’s death, my boss came up to me one day with a young, hot stud following close behind.

“Bill, I know that you are still grieving for the loss of your partner.  I think it’s about time you start taking on field work again.  You can have your pick from the graduating class of Ranger trainees, but I’d like to introduce you to the graduate who is the best shot in his class, Jake Darrell.”

Jake put out his hand to shake and I just stared at him.  He was a young kid who probably never seen any action.  Jake slowly lowered his hand and the grin on his face vanished.

“How old are you boy?”

“20 sir”, Jake replied.

“You ever shot anyone or been shot at?”

“No sir, I haven’t.  But I am very good with both a rifle and pistol.  I’m looking forward to a career with the Rangers.”

“Well, I’ll have to see how well you are with a gun before I make up my mind.  I don’t want to be out the field gittin’ shot at with some young kid shittin’ in his pants first sign of gunfire.  When I’m out their takin’ lead, I want to be sure I know who’s got my back.”

For the next couple of days, Jake and I went target shooting and I put Jake through my tests.  I had to admit, Jake was damn fine with a gun; better than I was in fact.  And Jake was a fine sight on the eyes as well.  Maybe I could get used to having this new young stud as a partner.  There were a lot worse options.

Jake and I went out on our first assignment; tracking some thieves that were robbing some homesteaders places. 

As we were leaving Waco, Jake said, “Bill, I just want to say that I know I can’t replace Roger.”

“No, you never will kid”, I replied.  With that we didn’t talk again the first day.

Over the next couple of days, I started to warm up to Jake.  Jake was an eager student and I found that I enjoyed teaching him the ropes.  Jake was also helping me hone my gun skills.

Because of his age, I had taken to calling him “The Kid”.

Every night, after we made camp and ate supper, I went out to the bushes to take a crap.  I also jerked off my dick.  Spaying my cum relaxed me after a hard day’s work.  I usually thought of my dead partner, Roger while jacking off.  The many nights we had together and the fucks that I was missing so much.  Why did Roger have to get himself shot?  Lately, as time wore on, I started jacking off thinking of Jake.  Damn, he was such a stud to look at.

It wasn’t long before we caught our first two thieves and turned them over to the local sheriff.  We got a telegraph to ride up north to round up some bank robbers.  The Kid and I rode hard a couple of days.  Within the next week, we rounded up the bank robbers.  Damn, this Kid was like a lucky rabbits foot.

It was time to head back to Waco to restock our supplies and check in with headquarters.  After a week of riding, we were back in Waco.  We had talked about getting some women for the night, but neither of us had any money to spare.  We booked a single hotel room and planned to share the bed.  In those days, that was pretty much the norm for broke Rangers like us.

We went to the bath house and cleaned up.  Had our clothes laundered and a steak dinner.  We ended up at the saloon.  My grief over Roger came back and I drown my grief in whiskey.  Before the night was over, I passed out at the saloon.

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I awoke in the morning in a bed not realizing where I was.  The sun was shining on my face.  It didn’t take long to realize I was in the hotel bed and Jake was asleep beside me.  My hand was in The Kid’s crotch holding his dick.  I quickly tried to take my hand away.  Jake stirred by my sudden action.

“Damn” I thought.

“Don’t worry”, Jake said trying to gently grab my hand with his and tried to pull it back on his dick.  I held my hand firm.  “I liked what you did last night” he said softly.

“I don’t know what you mean, Jake.  If anything happened, must have been the whiskey.”

“No, I mean I really liked you working my cock last night with your hand.  It felt so good.”

I just stared at him.

Jake stared at me with those big brown cow eyes of his.  “I’ve heard that Rangers out in the field sometimes hook up with their partner.  I was wondering if you might be interested.  Would you jack me off again?”

“You mean here and now” I asked?

“Yeah.  If you want, I’d jack you.”

I pondered Jake’s request.  I wondered if this was a test or something.  I looked into Jake’s eyes to see if I could trust this kid.  His eye’s were warm and loving.  After all those nights jacking off thinking of Jake, I figured this was my chance.  I had to give into him.  I reached under the covers and started playing with his rod.  Damn he was huge.  His cock quickly stiffened and his mushroom engorged as Jake closed his eyes and seemed to enjoy me man-handling his rod.  It didn’t take long for Jake’s hot cum to squirt onto the sheets and over my hand.

“Thanks, Bill”, Jake said.  “Do you want me to jack you off?  Of if you want, you can fuck my ass?”

“Damn”, I thought.  “Is this some fucking dream?  Jake’s offering me to ride his butt?  That’s what I’ve been thinking of the past month”.

“You shitting me kid” I asked?   “You asking me to fuck your butt?”

“Hell, only if you want to”.  Jake now seemed a bit hesitant.

“Fuck yeah, Kid.  I’ll gladly ride that pretty ass of yours.  If that’s what you want.”

The Kid climbed out of bed and stripped off his union suit.  He crawled back into bed and rolled onto his stomach and presented his smooth, boyish ass to me.  Damn, I was so hard and filled with anticipation.  I quickly stripped down and lubed the boy’s ass and my dick.  I straddled myself between the boy’s smooth legs and slowly started inserting my cock up his ass.  Damn the boy’s fuck hole was so smooth.

Didn’t take me long to get inside of that boy.  I lay down on top of The Kid and started humping the boy’s ass.

“Yea Haw!  This cowboy’s ready to ride your ass, boy!  Damn, it’s been a long time since I’ve ridden any ass boy.  I’m hungry to ride you.”

I was riding the boy’s ass hard.  The bed was rocking and the springs squeaking madly as we bounce up and down on that bed.  The Kid was one of the best fucks ever as I shot my rope of cum up his willing ass.

We laid down together in silence for a while.

“You want to ride my ass, Jake?”

“Sometime, but not right now, I’m all plumb tuckered out with you man-handling my dick all night.”

We both laughed.  We rested some more and then had to ride out to check into some Indian activity south of Dallas.

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We had ridden for 3 days.  We had set-up camp, eaten, and washed dishes.  I had already turned into bed and The Kid went our into the bushes to take a crap.  I had just about fallen asleep when I awoke to find The Kid standing over me naked except he was wearing his hat, boots, and spurs.

“I’m ready to ride your ass, Boss”, Jake said.

“Fucking fine time you pick for that request, Kid.  Okay, I guess I owe you this one anyway.”

“I was wondering, Boss.  If you might let me fuck you riding your custom leather saddle.  From the first time I saw you riding that custom saddle, I wanted to fuck you in the saddle.”

“What kind of fucking request is that”, I asked.  I saw that Jake was taken back by my harsh response.  “Sorry Kid.  Just that Roger and I were sort of into plain vanilla sex, you know.  But hell yeah, I’ll let you be a cowboy and fuck me in my saddle.  Guess that’s why you’re wearing your boots and hat.”

“Damn right boss.  This cowboy is ready to fuck your sorry ass in the saddle.”

Jake put my saddle on my bedroll while I stripped down.  I knelt down and straddled the saddle.  Damn, feeling the leather between my legs was a turn on.  Maybe The Kid was onto something.  The saddle naturally split my legs.  I leaned over the saddle horn and grasped it as The Kid slid into the saddle behind me.  His warmth quickly took away the chill of the night air.

The Kid slid his huge cock up my ass.  I thought it might hurt, but The Kid lubed my fuck hole pretty good.  The Kid started riding my ass hard in the saddle.  The saddle leather creaked and groaned as we rode that for our all might.  Damn, I loved having Jake fuck me.

The Kid groaned in ecstasy.  He was humping me hard in the saddle.  Finally he let out a loud groan of ecstasy as he filled my asshole with his cum.

“Damn, Boss.  That was an awesome fuck”.

“Hell Jake, You’re a fucking great partner!” I replied and smiled.

We both slept well that night.

~~~~~  ∞ж∞  ~~~~~

We got to Dallas and spent a week trying to track the Indians without any luck.  We made camp and ate a dinner of beans and biscuits.  Afterwards, we cleaned-up and were sitting around the campfire.  We hadn’t talked much about sex since Jake rode my ass in the saddle.  I was wondering how he felt about our deepening relationship.

“Jake, you interested in my riding your ass tonight?  That first time in Waco was so fuckin’ great.  I’d love to feel your ass again on my dick.”

“Damn yeah, boss.  I was wondering if you were gonna ask me again.  Partner, my ass is yours to ride anytime you want.  Just ask.”

“Shit Kid, I’ve been dreamin’ of riding your ass again.  I can’t wait until we turn in.”

“Boss, you know I like to make our sex fun.”

“Shit yeah, Kid.”

“Well, I was wondering if you could treat me like a prisoner tonight.”

I just stared at the Kid trying to understand his request.

“Damn Boss, I get a hard on every time you pull your gun on an unsuspecting criminal.  You force  him to stick up his hands.  You handcuff him.  Damn, I want you to do the same to me.  After you have me handcuffed, then you can fuck my ass.  Will you do that for me, Boss?”

“Damn Kid, you ask for the damnedest things.  Hell yeah.  I’ll be the Texas Ranger tonight.  I’m just not gonna tell you when it starts.”

We sat around the campfire for another hour shooting the shit.  I had to take a piss and went off into the brush, leaving Jake at the fire.  After pissing, I snuck through the brush and approached Jake from the other side.

From the shadows I pulled my pistol and cocked the lever.  Jake heard the pistol cock and I screamed out, “Hold it right there Kid.  I’ve got ya covered.  Don’t make a move or I’ll start filling you full of lead.”

Jake hesitated for a moment until he realized it was me.  He slowly raised his hands in the air.  I stepped out from the shadows, gun still leveled at Jake.

“That thing loaded, Boss?  I’d hate for it to accidently go off.”

“Shut up, Kid.  I’ve been tracking ya for days.  Now the Texas Rangers have their most wanted man in our custody.  Your ass is now mine.  Take your shirt off.  Slowly!”

Jake unbuttoned his shirt revealing his muscle-toned chest and arms.  I took my handcuffs and pulled The Kid’s hands behind his back.  I cuffed him.  I undid his gun belt.  Then I undid his pants and dropped them to the ground.

“What the hell you doing that for, Ranger?”, the Kid asked.

“Hell, I don’t want you trying to run away.  Keeping you naked should make any thoughts of gittin’ away that much harder.  I may have to teach you a lesson, Kid.  Yeah, I love being a Texas Ranger.  But tonight, I love the fact that your ass is mine to do as I please.  You’d better behave.  On second thought, I hope you don’t, Kid.  I’d love to kick your ass into submission.”

I grabbed my lasso and proceed to hog-tie the Kid.  Damn, I loved tying up my prisoner, I thought.  This night was going to be somewhat a new experience for me and I was definitely getting a hard-on thinking about how this evening was going to turn out.

Jake’s dick was rock hard as well.

I sat down around the campfire and stared at Jake.

“Well, what the hell are you doing?”, Jake finally asked.

“Shut up, Kid.  I’m just waitin’.  Anticipation is part of the game.”

After a half hour, the fire started to die down.  I got up and walked over to the Kid.  I straddled his tied-up body and started to rub his sides with my boots.

“Feel good, Kid?”, I asked.

When I didn’t get a response, I started to jab his sides with my spurs.

“Shit, that hurts!”, Jake screamed.

“Damn Kid, you’d better get used to some pain tonight.  This Texas Ranger is horny and gonna ride your ass.”  I spurred Jake’s sides again.  “And this is how this cowboy is gonna ride his stud pony.  You’d better get your ass ready.  I’m gonna spur and ride my stud pony hard.  Yee Haw!”

An idea popped into my head and I walked over and put my boots in Jake’s face.

“Lick some leather, boy!”

“Go to hell, Ranger”, Jake replied.

I enjoyed the game.  I kicked Jake in the side and spurred him hard.

“Fuck, that hurts!”

“Well, Kid, you’d better learn that this damn Ranger fuckin’ owns you.  You’d better obey if you know what’s good for ya.  I’ve handled many an outlaw.  It isn’t pretty if you don’t do what I say.”

I put my boots in Jake’s face again.

“Like I said before, boy.  Lick some leather.”

Jake tentatively started licking my boots.  Damn, my mushroom exploded as I watch Jake lick my dusty boots.  This was the hottest thing I’d ever done before.  I couldn’t wait any longer to get inside the boy’s ass. 

I grabbed some grease to lube his fuck hole with my finger.  Then I untied his feet leaving him handcuffed.  I unzipped my jeans and lubed my rock-hard cock.  I knelt down behind the Kid.

“I hope you are ready Kid.  This Ranger is ready to ride his prized stud pony.  You’d better be a damn fuckin’ good ride.  I’m horny as hell.”

I was inside the boy in no time.  Damn, his ass felt great.  I’d never fucked a guy before wearing all my gear; gun belt included.  Having the extra weight of my gun and wearing my chaps was a damn fun new experience.  The Kid seemed to enjoy the experience as well.

I started riding his ass hard.  I was groaning in ecstasy and breathing hard as I settled into to my rhythmic thrusts.  I could feel Jake struggling underneath me against the handcuffs.  With each thrust there was a soft metallic clink as the handcuffs rubbed the buckle on my gun belt.  My cock penetrated deep inside Jake’s well lubed fuck hole as I humped him.  Jake writhed in pleasure as he struggled.

“Ahhh… Kid.  Damn you feel good to this cowboy.  Fuck yeah….  Damn this Ranger loves to ride ass…  Yeah, Kid….  You’re one helluva of a ride for this Ranger….  Ohhh…  fuck….  Damn fine….  Shit yeah…. Ahhh….”

The Kid responded in pleasure as I started to fill his ass my jism.

“Damn, Ranger.  That was one hell of a ride!”, Jake quietly said as we just laid on each other.

“Next time Kid, this cowboy’s gonna ride his buckin’ bronc bareback!  I’m gonna spur you hard and see if you can buck this cowboy off.”

“I can’t wait for next time”, Jake replied.

~~~~~  ∞ж∞  ~~~~~

After that night, Jake and I were inseparable as partners for the Texas Rangers.  Jake and I started having sex much more often.  Usually two to three times per week.  We particularly enjoyed long assignments in the remote parts of Texas were we could have our fun with sex.

We started to include bondage and leather more in our sex routines.  We got to the point where we barely made camp before one or the other would jump the unsuspecting partner and tie him up for sex later that night.  Jake was constantly coming up with new ideas and we were fucking each other in the saddle, wearing chaps, and tying each other up with leather reins, our lassos, and even gun belts.

On more than one occasion, we had to pretend that the tied-up partner was actually one of the criminals when an unsuspecting cow hand or rider came into our camp.

But hell, Jake and I didn’t care.  We just looked forward to our next sex adventure.  Luckily, Jake and I were particularly lucky in our jobs as well.  We generally managed to find and round-up our assigned criminals fairly fast.  If we caught the criminal alive, then we quickly dropped them off to the nearest Sheriff for processing.  That gave Jake and I more time to ride and have sex.  If we had to shoot them, then we still had time to fuck each other before we made it back into town.

After Jake and I had been together as partners for two years, Christmas rolled around.  I’d saved up enough money to buy Jake his own custom saddle.  Jake was so pleased with his new custom leather saddle.  Of course, he couldn’t wait to break in the saddle while fucking my ass.  He got the opportunity a few days after Christmas in an awesome fuck session.

Spring the following year, we got a telegraph that there had been an Indian attack on some settlers outside of Abilene.  Jake and I were assigned.  We put our horses on the train and rode the train to Abilene.  After a couple of days ride, we were at the site of the Indian massacre.  Wasn’t a pretty sight.  Jake and I started tracking down the Indian war party.  From the tracks, it looked like 5 – 6 horses.

After a slow week of tracking, Jake and I were getting pretty close.  We had to put aside our usual fucking games as the territory we were in was pretty hostile.  Jake could sense we were in a tense situation.  I had to admire how much he has matured in the past two years.

Early one morning, Jake and I broke camp early and within a couple of hours came upon the Indian camp.  There were 6 young warriors in the group.  Jake and I rehearsed our plan once more before we broke up to surround the group.

About two hours later, we were both in place.  I gave Jake the signal and we started firing on the camp.  The Indians returned fire with a couple of rifles.  Four of the warriors jumped on horses and started riding.  Jake shot one rider before he barely left the camp.  I lost sight of where the riders were going as I was focused on the two remaining warriors in the camp who were firing rifles on Jake.  Jake got one of the shooters and I finally managed to pick off the last shooter.

Now I was scanning the horizon looking for those riders.  Before I knew it, I heard the whistle of an Indian arrow.  The arrow found its mark in my side.  Before I knew it, another arrow hit me.  I was down in pain.

I could hear Jake firing madly at the warriors.  I saw one warrior go down.  I took cover.

After another 15 minutes of gun fire, it went quiet.  It wasn’t long after, Jake came alongside of me.

“Bill!”, Jake shouted.  “Are you okay?  Damn, Bill, you look bad.  Don’t die on me.”

I could barely respond having lost so much blood.  My words were labored and barely audible.  “Hey, Kid.  Thanks for watching my back.”

I could see tears well up in Jake’s eyes.  “Bill, you’ve gotta make it.  Let me get you to town.”

“Kid, there’s nothing you can do.  I’m gonna see Roger in just a little while.”

“Bill, I can’t go on without you.  I’ve never loved anyone as much as you.”

“Yes you can, Kid.  And you will.  Just remember all the good times.  When it’s your time, just remember Roger and I will be waiting for ya.”

With those words, I breathed my last breath and died.

Jake held me and cried bitter tears.  Feeling much like I did when I lost Roger.  Jake gathered me up, laid me on my horse, and started the long ride back to town, alone.

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