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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.
“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.
~~~~~ ∞ж∞ ~~~~~
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.
~~~~~ ∞ж∞ ~~~~~
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!”
“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.
~~~~~ ∞ж∞ ~~~~~
Sunday, October 22, 2023
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