Rounding up Strays

You are a cowboy and recently started working on the Lazy BJ ranch. You had encountered a bounty hunter who recommended that you look for work there. The range boss hired you on. “You’re a good-lookin’ fella. The old hunter was right, we could use another good pair of strong hands around here. Show me what ya’ got.”

You demonstrated your skill with a lariat, roping a calf, and then he had you drive another cow into a pen using your horse and voice. Once the gate was closed, the boss said, “Yeah, you know what you’re doin’. You’re hired”.

You were shown the bunk house. “The’re a few rules you need to follo’, First: I’m the Boss. If I tell ya’ to do somethin’, ya’ do it. Second: Ya’ don’t mess none of the womenfolk in the house. Third: We all help each other out. Do ya’ got it?” ‘Yes sir. I do.’

That was your introduction to life on the Lazy BJ. You share the bunkhouse with Mack, Joe, Tony, Bret, and “Swede”. Mack and Joe are freedmen from somewhere back east, Tony is a vaquero from down south, and Bret and “Swede” are both immigrants. All of you are just doing a job.

Around the ranch you take care of all of the chores. That includes moving cattle from one pasture to the next, caring for your horses, and even splitting wood for the household.

It’s easy to keep the rules. When the Boss orders you to do something, you do it. The guys are all easy to work with and friendly. As for not “messin’ with the womenfolk”, that’s easy. You always preferred the company of men and apparently all of these guys do too.

It’s nothing that is too obvious, but when Joe is working with the farrier, he comes back to the bunk house with his shirt still off. His dark skin, all sweaty and manly. And Bret always asks for help splitting wood. Swinging that axe, moving his hips as he splits logs with single strokes. His back and legs look so good as he works up a sweat.

This goes on for weeks. From time to time, you wonder if it is all just your imagination that the guys are getting with each other where others can’t see.

One day, Boss orders Mack and you to round up some of the strays in the “far 40”. You pack bed rolls and some food. It will be an overnight on the far end of the property.

After riding for a while, you strike up a conversation. Mack tells you that he has been working for the Lazy BJ when it was still two separate ranches. He had been a wrangler for the Bakers and the Rocking B. He and Boss were two of the guys who were hired on when the Rocking B linked with the Traveling J, because of the joining of the Bakers and the Joneses.

Later on, he asks “So how long ya’ been sweet on fellas?”

“The last ranch I worked at I realized I liked men better.” You reply

“So, ya’ done thin’s with others? Any in the bunk house?” he asks with a smile.

You shake your head. “Not yet. Though I like how Joe and Bret look after they been working.”

He laughs a bit. “If you like that, you should see them with each other. Bret’s got a big ol’ hawg, and Joe enjoys suckin’ on it.”

‘You saw them together?’ you ask a little surprised.

“Hell, saw ’em, they asked if I wanted to join ’em. I jus’ jerked my pecker instead.”

“Why? If it looked that good, wouldn’t it have felt better?” you ask genuinely curious.

“I like one at a time. Like when we’s on the trail, an’ we got’s to keep warm. I likes watching them go at it, but I can wait ‘till I’m alone with ‘nother.” He says happily.

You think about it for a moment, “I think I would have joined in. I like the idea of taking both at the same time.” You say with a smile.

“You like gettin’ buggered?” He asks with a sly grin.

“If I like the look and feel of it, then I like to ride it.”

He pushes back the brim of his hat, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Before I forget, where are we going? I don’t see any cattle, so where will we find the strays?” You ask looking around at the horizon.

He smiles at you. “There’s a deep gully down yonder. Many a times I seen strays get down there and just stay. There’s water and sweetgrass. Once they get there, they don’t wanna leave. It runs for a good ways so we’ll go from one end to the other to get ‘em all, and any who hadn’t got there yet.”

You nod and keep riding. The slow rhythm of your horse between your legs feels good. You sort of wish Mack hadn’t mentioned seeing Bret and Joe going at it. You imagine feeling Joe’s dark skin against yours as you ride him. Going up and down, back and forth. You get hard just thinking about it. You shake your head and look at the terrain ahead. It all looks so flat. Lots of prairie grass and sage.

You grab your canteen and take a sip. The cool water feels good going down your throat. “How long will it take for us to get there?” You ask.

“Oh, we’ll get there before the sun gets too low, but we’ll overnight in the gully. Does that bother ya’?”

“Not at all.” You tell him. You look at the sweat slowly rolling down his face. The wetness beading up on his skin. You hadn’t been with a black man before. You have heard stories, but you live with these guys so you figure that what you heard was just more tall tales.

Looking down you notice a cowpie and some hoof prints. Both are somewhat old, but you look around for the animal that made them. You don’t see anything, just what looks like flat plains.

“We are jus’ ‘bout there.” Mack says as he wipes his face with his wild rag. You sniff the air and smell water. Mack points to a low trail in the grass. “Somethin’ moved that way. Follow and I bet ya’ we’ll find our first one.”

He rides up ahead and you see him seem to drop down. As you get closer you see a wide ravine cut into the land by a slow-moving river. Along the bank, eating grass, you see a steer. You whistle to get its attention. At first it ignores you, but then Mack moves closer to it and it starts to move down the riverbank. Looking ahead you see a couple more just lazily eating and moving. “I told ya’ they’d be here. Let’s get ’em movin’.”

You keep riding and gathering up a small herd as the sun sets low on the horizon.

“You ready to make camp for the night?” Mack asks.

There is a wide flat place, with a circle of rocks left over from previous riders. “So, this is where you overnight?”

“Yep. In the mornin’ we’ll hit a spot that leads out of this gully and drive the herd back home. There is grass and water here, so they won’t go far in the night. Why don’t ya’ go up that trail a piece and get us some dry wood. Ya’ll see a clump o’ cottonwoods. We don’ need much. Jus’ enough to build a camp fire.”

After a bit, you walk your horse back with a bundle of sticks strapped across the saddle. “That should be enough for tonight and some for tomorrow so we can have coffee.”

“Good thinkin’.” Mack quickly makes a campfire as you tether and unsaddle the horses, both yours and his. For a quick supper, we made a stew with water, jerked beef, and beans. You both have some cornbread that the cook gave you before you left in the morning.

After eating supper and cleaning up, Mack leans back on his saddle and packs a corncob pipe, and lights it with a twig. “Do you wan’ a smoke?” He asks, blowing a cloud of fragrant smoke into the night air.

You shake your head. “No thank you. I never got the habit. Though that smells good.”

Grabbing your bedroll, you lay it out near him, and lie down. “Are ya’ goin’ to sleep?” he asks. ‘No. Just getting comfortable.’ You say as you look up at the stars and breathe in the mixed smells of the campfire and pipe smoke.

It is so quiet and peaceful. You listen to the sound of the water flowing, the cattle slowly moving back and forth, and occasional crackles from fire.

You watch Mack’s mouth drawing on the pipe stem, and you wish it was you in his mouth instead. “Mack, when you were talking earlier, you said you like things one at a time. It is just you and me. Would you like me to get closer to you? Or are you holding out for someone else?” You ask in a low tone.

“I been thinkin’ on that too. Ya’ said ya’ like gettin’ buggered. I can help ya’ with that.”

You move closer and undo the belt to his chaps, then the belt on his pants. He raises up his hips a bit to unbutton and pull down his pants.

His cock lays on his thigh crowned by a bush of black curly hair. You gently grab it. “Let me get you hard. This looks so good.”

He continues lying back against his saddle as you slowly stroke it up and down, working the foreskin back and exposing his tip. You feel it stiffen in your hand and you lick around the head. It is firm yet spongy against your tongue. Gripping the base, you take it into your mouth. It feels thick as it presses down your tongue and you take it deeper.

“Ya’ good wit tat mout’ o’ yours.” He says reaching down and grabbing your head. His hand feels rough as he grabs a hand full of your hair.

His strength turns you on and you get hard too. You stroke him faster. “Do you want to suck me?” you ask.

“Ya’ bet I do. Suck ya’ then put mine in ya’.” He says breathing harder.

You stand up and drop your pants. You are so hard and you move towards his face. He leans forward, grabs it firmly, and sucks the tip. “Ya got a nice lil’ piece.” Then he sucks you deeper. His hands feel so rough and strong as he works his mouth on you. He is better than you expected and you feel your pleasure building.

“Yeah, give it.” He says as you pulse and shoot in his mouth. He sucks it fully. “That’s good. Get down on ya’ saddle. I gonna fill ya’ now.” He lets go of you and you get on your knees and bend over your saddle. You feel him behind you. He spreads your ass cheeks and spits on your hole. Feeling his thick fingers rub his spit into you, you relax and open yourself.

His fingers slide in and out, stretching your hole wider. It feels so good, you get hard again. You feel him press his tip and then thrust into you. It fills you so well, feeling thicker than you imagined. He grips your hips and works it in and out. The head and then the thicker part of his shaft, opening you up even more.

“Dam’ ya’ tighte’ than ya’ mouth.” He says as he leans over you and you feel his sweat drip on you. Every thrust goes in deeper and deeper. You feel so hard again, and it presses against the warm leather of your saddle. He presses on your lower back as he goes all the way in.

You both are breathing harder. His balls slap against yours and then he grips you tightly and holds it. You feel him pulsing inside of you. Another wave of pleasure goes through you as you shoot all over your saddle.

He is sweating hard as he slowly pulls from you. You feel him drip from your open ass. You take the kerchief from around your neck and wipe yourself clean.

“We should get some sleep. We gots to get ’em back to the ranch ‘morrow” he says as he takes a cake of soap from his saddle bag and goes down to the river. You strip off your clothes, grab your soap too, a wash rag from your saddle bags, and you follow him. “I like to clean up when I done.” He says as you watch the foamy lather on his dark skin. You stand in the cold water and wash up too. It feels really cold but good.

He walks back to the camp fire, his long thing swinging back and forth in the firelight. You quickly follow, and dry off. You lay out your wet rags on the warm rocks of the fire ring. He dresses and then crawls into his bedroll. You do the same.

The next morning, you smell the coffee brewing. “Did ya’ sleep good?”

You roll out of your blankets, “Yes, I slept well. Too bad we have to return to the bunkhouse. I enjoy being out.” You gather things up and pull your tin cup from your bags.

“Well, when we has t’ drive the herd in the fall, ya’ll get lots of that. Maybe ya’ get ya’ wish ‘bout more’n one at a time.” He says with a big smile.

After breakfast, both of you drive the herd back to the ranch. As you move back and forth in your saddle, you feel how Mack filled you last night.

“Keep ya’ head” Mack yells at you. “One’s strayin’!” You angle your horse to move the stray back into the herd. Both of you ride on the flanks of the herd to keep them together.

Near the end of the day, you are back to the ranch. In the bunkhouse you hear Bret ask “So how did he do out there?” Mack smiles and winks at you, “He’s one o’ us. Good on the trail and in camp.”

“Hopefully we all get to work with him” Bret comments.

“Hopefully.” You say as you put away your gear.

(This was the second of my western themed “gay cowboy” stories. If you want more, including a “Trail Drive” story, tell me in the comments. If you enjoyed it, give me a like. If you enjoy my writings, follow and subscribe. See you later.)