Saddle Sore

Written By: D’be-D’be


Luke Morgan’s eyes made a 360-degree turn while making sure everything was as it should be. It was a habit of his before he bed down for the night, to take one last look at the herd. You see, Luke Morgan was the Trail Boss for the Sadalia Trail Cattle Drive. He was in charge of twenty-five drovers and three thousand head of cattle and was solely responsible for getting it all safely through the whole 1000 miles from San Antonio, Texas to Sadalia, Moussori. The journey, if they could make ten miles a day, would take at least four months, but they had to travel through some rough country. Between the heavy rains, hot smothering heat, rustlers and Indians, it will be a real miracle if all arrive safe and in tact. It wasn’t unusual to loose a few head along with a few men on a drive such as this one, but Morgan was good at his job and his record was better than most. The men who worked for him were some of the best in the business and they gave their Trail Boss the loyalty and respect he deserved. In turn he was fair and easy going with his men just as long as the job got done.

He let his eyes roam towards the camp where the cook, and his long time friend, was getting the camp ready for the night. The cook was born with the name Ben, but everyone on the drive called him ‘Flapjack’. He had been given the name a few years back by a drover because every morning Ben would send them out with a belly full of flapjacks. Everyone laughed the first time the cook was called that but it stuck, so Ben was known as Flapjack ever since.

Morgan let his eyes fall on the newest member of the drive; a young man by the name of Colt Sanders. Colt had come to Morgan the morning Morgan was putting the drive together. The young man assured the Trail Boss he had experience with cattle drives. Although Morgan had his doubts, something in the young man got to the Trail Boss, so despite his doubts, he signed him up.

It didn’t take long for Morgan to realize this kid didn’t have a clue what he was doing. This morning Morgan told him to take the flank, which is the back of the herd, and make sure the cattle didn’t fall back. Well, the first thing he knew, the herd was had begun to thin out. When Morgan rode out to find what the problem was, there was the young man riding backward on his horse. There were about twenty head of cattle spread all over the place.

“What in the hell are you doing, boy?” Morgan had asked him.

“I was tired of getting dust in my face, so I decided to turn around for awhile,” was the kid’s explanation to his Trail Boss.

Morgan shook his head and took a couple of deep breaths to keep his patience in check as he replied. “Well, son, while you were riding backwards so the dust wouldn’t get all over that pretty face of yours, the cattle decided to go for a little trip!”

Colt began to look around and when he noticed the cattle weren’t in line, he dropped his eyes down in shame and mumbled out in a low voice that he was sorry.

“Put the scarf over your face and get those cows back in line. When your shift is done, report to me. Is that clear?” Morgan barked out.

Colt felt a lump form in his throat but managed to swallow it down as he mumbled out, “Yes, Sir!” As he watched the older man ride away, he remembered how he felt the first time he lay eyes on his new boss. The first things that struck him were those chocolate brown eyes. Then when Morgan looked up from his seat and smiled at him, Colt felt his stomach flutter and knew he wanted to spend more time with this man. He had never worked a cattle drive before but Colt put on the performance of a lifetime and managed to convince the man sitting behind the desk to hire him on. It wasn’t until Morgan stood up to shake his hand that Colt realized how tall and well built the man was. Colt estimated he was at least six-foot-three if not four and the black shirt he wore did little to hide the muscular chest and shoulders beneath it. Standing next to Morgan, Colt felt small. Usually his five-feet-eleven inch frame put him at an even keel with his peers, but that wasn’t the case when he was around Morgan.

Colt shook his head to bring himself out of his daydream and managed to get the cattle back where they belonged. He wasn’t looking forward to the end of the shift. Morgan was mad at him and Colt had set himself up for a good sound lecture. Well he wasn’t going to let Morgan intimidate him. ‘After all,’ Colt told himself, ‘I’m a full-grown man of nineteen and I just made a little mistake.’ He would stand up to the Trail Boss and let him know he couldn’t be pushed around.

The sun was starting to set when Colt heard the familiar voice of Morgan telling the men to bed the cattle down for the night and come into camp. As Colt approached the camp the smell of hot coffee and beef stew filled the air. His mouth began to water making him realize how hungry he was. He tied his horse up with the rest of the armada then made his way to the chow line.

“Sanders!” Colt heard Morgan yell out. “Get out of the line and come with me. You and I have some talking to do.”

“But I’m hungry, Boss. I’ll eat first then I’ll meet with you.”

“Boy, you will meet with me now! Is that clear?”

Everyone in the camp heard the warning tone in their boss’ voice, but none more than Colt. He felt his bravery fading as he looked over at Morgan. The chocolate brown eyes had a coldness to them that told Colt to drop his plate and do what he was told. The rest of the drovers kept their eyes down. They had all been in the same position as Colt was in now and they didn’t want him to read the gratification in their eyes that he, and not one of them, was about to feel the wrath of the boss.

Flapjack began to dish out the stew while his helper poured the coffee. He turned to Vince Perry, the scout for the drive, and suggested he may want to play a tune on his harmonica to kill the silence in the air. Perry knew exactly what the cook was trying to do. He knew what lay in store for young Sanders behind the supply wagon, because the Trail Boss had disciplined a young drover in the past, when the young man just wouldn’t listen to orders. The problems finally ended when Morgan changed the young man’s responsibilities from being a drover to being the cook’s assistant, and the young man had finally found his place in the drive. Perry also knew there was no need for everyone to hear the sounds of discipline about to take place, so he picked up the mouthpiece and began to play a half-decent rendition of Dixie.

When Colt stood in front of Luke, Morgan grabbed the young man by the arm and hauled him behind the supply wagon. “All right, boy, this is the way it is,” Morgan began. “This is the third time you let the cattle stray in the last four days. The first time it happened I gave you some slack because you were new to the job. You did it again when you dozed off in the saddle and they began to get away from you. I let you off with a warning and you promised me it would never happen again. Now this morning I put you on flank, thinking you couldn’t do anything wrong there and what do I find? You riding backwards to avoid the dust. Well the warnings are up, Colt! It’s time for you to find out what happens when one of you youngsters continue to disobey my direct orders of keeping the cattle in line.”

“What do you have in mind, Mr. Morgan?” Colt stammered out.

“This, boy!” Morgan replied as he sat down on the edge of the wagon and pulled the young man over his lap.

Before Colt knew what was happening, he felt five hard swats rain down on his butt. He began to struggle but as he suspected, Morgan was mighty strong. He held him good and tight on his lap with his left hand as the right hand continued to smack his now sore bottom.

“Owww….Owwww….STOP….OWWWW….Please….STOP!” Despite himself, Colt began to cry as the fifteenth slap hit his left buttock.

Hearing the tears, Morgan eased off and lifted the boy to his feet. He waited a few seconds then reached out to take the crying boy into his arms. Luke didn’t know if Colt would pull away from the comforting gesture but was very pleased when he felt two arms wrap around his neck in a strong embrace and a sandy-haired head fall on his shoulder. Luke began to rub Colt’s back as he whispered comforting words into his ear. “Ssshh, it’s all right. It’s all over, Colt.”

“Oh, Mr. Morgan, I-I didn’t expect that to happen.”

“I warned you, boy, that you would be disciplined if you let those cattle get away from you again.”

“Yeah, but I thought you meant an extra shift or having to work the cook wagon or something. I never thought you’d spank me.”

“Well now you know what I mean by discipline. Is it a problem for you?”

Colt pulled away to look into Luke’s eyes but he didn’t fully let go of the embrace. He realized how good it felt to be in this man’s arms and he also realized something else. The spanking had actually made him feel better. It took away the nervous feeling that had been knotting his stomach all day. He knew doing what he did today would get him in trouble, but he did it anyway and he didn’t know why until this very moment. He needed the discipline Morgan had just given him and he also needed the comforting that followed. He also needed something else. Oh how he wanted to give Luke a kiss on those sensuous lips of his. How he wanted this man to make love to him. Colt had always known of his attraction to other men, but he’d kept in to himself. He had never been with a man before, not all the way, but how he wanted this man. He didn’t know if Luke felt the same way so he weighed on the side of caution and fought for control.

He pulled back into Luke’s arms as he answered the question. “No sir, Mr. Morgan. I have no problems with it.”

Luke pulled away and stood up. He reached into the wagon and pulled out a rag and handed to the young man. “Here! Wipe your face, then go and get yourself some supper.”

Wanting more contact but not wanting to push his luck, Colt just wiped his face in silence then walked away. Luke smiled as he noticed the young man wasn’t walking with as much conviction as he had earlier. He sat alone and lit a cigarette. He could still smell the sent of the young man on his clothes and he felt those familiar urgings come over him. He closed his eyes and placed his hand on the front of his pants and began to rub himself. He allowed himself the pleasure of thinking it was Colt’s hand stroking him and before he knew it, Luke felt the sweet feelings of pleasure come over him.

“Damn,” he said to himself as he cleaned up. “I’ve got to find a way to see if this boy has the same feeling for me as I do for him.”

Colt sheepishly returned to the camp and took a seat by a distant tree. He was too embarrassed to face the men right now, for he had a feeling they knew what had taken place. He kept his eyes to the ground, trying to get up the courage to go for some food when he saw a shadow land at his feet. He looked up to see the cook’s assistant, Jacob, holding out a plate of beef stew. The look in his eyes let Colt know the young man understood exactly what he was going through.

Jacob broke the silence with a short laugh and a quick comment. “The boss can sure dish out a hard wallop, can’t he, Colt?”

Wiggling around to find a place on the ground that didn’t press too hard on his sore rump, Colt nodded in agreement. He looked up at Jacob and asked, “I take it, you’ve been in the same position I was just in?”

“You could say that. I just couldn’t get it through my head how to herd cattle and I caused a stampede or two. Mr. Morgan was more than patient with me for the first few days but he finally had to teach me a lesson. The men know about it and they accept it as part of the job of the Trail Boss. You know, to put us young-uns in our place. So don’t be embarrassed by it. A lot of these men have been on cattle drives most of their lives and your spanking isn’t a new thing for them. I bet if you asked them, they might admit they spent time over a Trail Boss’ lap at one point in their career.”

“Yeah, I guess your right. I’m not going to let it bother me. As Mr. Morgan said, it’s forgotten and time to move on.”

“There you go, Colt. Now come join us around the camp fire and hold your head up high, okay?”

“Thanks, Jake.”

Before they made their way back, Colt took a hold of Jacob’s arm so he could ask one final question. “Uh, Jake, ummm….when the boss finished…..I mean when the spanking was over….did he….well, did he…..?”

“Are you trying to ask if he comforted me?”

“Yeah, I guess I am.”

“He sure did, and between you and me, it made the spanking worth while. It sure felt good in his arms. I never felt so safe and protected in my whole life. Is that how you felt?”

Not wanting to admit he felt a lot more than that, Colt just nodded and once again looked down at the ground to cover his feelings.

Jacob just slapped his friend on the back and led him back to camp. Colt realized Jacob was right. No one made a big deal about what happened, as a matter of fact they were carrying on like it never happened. That made Colt feel a whole lot better. A little time later, he left the rest of the men and made his way to his bedroll. Soon he was fast asleep and dreaming all night of being in Luke Morgan’s arms. It was a wonderful sleep.

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The next few weeks passed without incident. Colt was finally getting the hang of things and he was only scolded once by Morgan when he was a little late replacing another drover for the night shift.

Although Colt was catching on to being a drover, he was having a hard time dealing with his feeling about the Trail Boss. Every night, he moved his bedroll as close to Morgan as he could without being too obvious and every night he would have wonderful dreams of being with Morgan in ways he never knew possible. He’d wake up with a contented smile on his face and some mornings he’d even wake up with a wet, sticky bedroll. Although the dreams were wonderful, they were leaving Colt with a frustrated feeling that started to show in his work.

His frustration came to a head one afternoon when he started picking a fight with one of the drovers over nothing at all. It ended with the two men off their horses and going at each other. Fists were flying and curses could be heard all over the prairie. They were making so much of a ruckus, they were causing the cattle to get skittish and before they knew it, the animals were off and running. It took the other drovers thirty minutes to round them up and settle them down. By that time, all the fight was out of the quarreling men. They had been ordered to get the camp set up and to await the return of the Trail Boss. Both men stood in nervous silence, shuffling the dirt around their feet and walking around in small circles.

Morgan finally rode in with the look of fury showing all over his face. He handed the reins of his horse to Colt and ordered him to take care of it. He then took the other drover aside and asked for his side of the story.

“I don’t know what happened, Mr. Morgan,” the man stated. “I was just going along minding my own business when Colt reined in next to me and started jawing at me. He began criticizing every little thing I did and then he began to run down my hometown. Well, it was like he was just looking for a fight and when he insulted my home, I gave him what he was looking for. I never meant for the herd to take off.”

“Fine, Joe. I understand, but for the next few days you’ll be driving flank. Is that understood?”

“Yeah, Boss, I understand, loud and clear. But, Mr. Morgan, may I say one more thing?”

“What is it?”

“You gotta doing something about that kid. I’m not the only one he’s tried to pick a fight with. And he’s been rude to Flapjack and….well, I don’t want to get him into any more trouble than he’s already in, but the men sure wish you’d put him in his place.”
“Don’t worry, Joe. I know just how to take care of young Mr. Sanders. Keep the men out on the range for an hour or so, okay?”

“Yes Sir, Boss!”

Colt knew he was in deep trouble when he saw Joe leave and he heard the strong voice of Morgan calling him. He stood in front of his Trail Boss awaiting the lecture he knew was coming. He also had a strong suspicion he was going to end up over Morgan’s lap again and began forming a story in his head that would keep that from happening, but the look in Morgan’s eyes made Colt think twice about speaking at all.

“Drop them!”

“What?” Colt asked in shocked surprise. Surely Morgan wasn’t going to spank him on his bare butt.

“You heard me, boy. Drop those britches and under shorts. This time my hand is going to feel bare skin. Do it now!”

“No! No way! You can’t do that, it will hurt to much, I won’t let you!”

“Oh, you won’t let me. Well, boy, I’m afraid you have no say in the matter.” Before Colt could get out of the way, Morgan reached out and pulled the boy towards him. With one hand holding the struggling Colt, he undid the belt and in one swift movement pulled down Colt’s clothing with a strong tug. Colt felt the cool air tickle across his bare skin as Morgan placed him over his lap. Then the tickle was replaced by a deep burning as the first hard slap came down on his left butt cheek.

Colt thought the first spanking hurt, but nothing could have prepared him for this. He begged and pleaded for mercy and forgiveness, but it just fell on deaf ears. Finally after fifty hard slaps, Morgan stopped and lifted the boy off his lap and placed him on his feet. Colt bent down to pull his pants and shorts back up, but he was crying so hard the tears were blinding him and he couldn’t quite manage to do the job. Morgan bent down and pulled the clothing back up, then pulled the young man unto his lap. That’s what Colt was waiting for. He clung to the older man for all he was worth and cried out the pain and frustration. Finally when Colt’s sobs began to ease off, Morgan began to speak.

“Okay, Colt, tell me why this spanking was necessary.”

“Oh, Boss, I’m so sorry. I guess I was acting like a real ass for the last few days. I-I just felt so frustrated.”

“Why do you feel so frustrated, Colt?”

Colt finally got the opening he was looking for. He didn’t know how Morgan would react but if he didn’t take the chance right now, he would never do it, so after taking a deep breath he answered. “Because I can’t get you out of my mind. I have such powerful feelings about you….uh…..oh, Luke..” Then Colt leaned down and gave Luke a short, hard kiss on the lips.

Luke was so stunned by the young man’s confession, he didn’t react to the kiss at first, which sent the wrong message to Colt, who just cursed out “Damn” as he jumped off Morgan’s lap and tried to run away.

It took only three quick steps for Morgan to catch up to Colt and spun him around. Without saying a word, he bent down and returned the kiss. Their lips pressed together for several minutes before Luke pulled away to look into the green eyes staring up at him. “Oh, Colt. You don’t know how long I’ve yearned for the taste of your lips on mine. But I didn’t know if you felt the same way and I didn’t want to scare you off.”

“Oh, Luke. I guess we’ve both been guilty of the same thing.” He kissed Luke once more before continuing. “I want you so bad. Please, take me.”

“Have you ever been with a man before, Colt?”

“No. I never; I guess I’m a virgin.”

“Well, Colt, your first time should be special. I tell you what. We’ll be in Willow Creek in two days and I have to go into town to send a telegram to the owners. I’ll take you with me on the premise of needing help with the supplies. We’ll get a hotel room there and I’ll make you mine in a way you deserve. Does that sit good with you?”

“Oh, Luke, that sounds wonderful, I don’t know though if I can wait two days. I want you so bad!”

“Well, you better keep yourself in check, boy. Because that’s the way it has to be. It won’t be easy for me either but I can wait. Waiting will only make it sweeter. You’ll see!”

“Can’t we just, you know, fool around a bit?”

“No, it’s too risky! The men will be back real soon and the last thing I want them to see is us all over each other. Some things are very private, Colt. You’ve got to understand that if we become lovers, we have to keep it to ourselves. I know that is going to be tough but that’s the way it has to be. If you want to be with me, we have to be very discreet. It’s up to you. Are you willing to play by my rules?”

Colt told Luke he’d agree with that and to seal the deal they kissed once more. They reluctantly broke the contact when they heard the sound of wagon wheels squeaking in the distance and realized Flapjack was coming to prepare night camp.

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“Okay, Vince, keep the herd here for two days and let them graze and rest. Sanders and I should be back from town by then. If we’re not, start moving the herd and we’ll catch up okay?”

The scout looked up at the Trail Boss and wondered why it would take him and Sanders two days to pick up supplies, but he wasn’t in a habit to question Luke Morgan’s orders so he let the question go unasked. It was the Trail Boss’ prerogative to take as much time in town as he saw fit so Vince Perry just nodded in the affirmative and walked away.

Colt Sanders was already on his horse anxiously waiting for Morgan to mount up. What was taking him so long, Sanders squirmed impatiently in his saddle. He was about to dismount and go looking for Morgan when he spotted the Trail Boss coming around the corner.

“Finally!” Sanders whispered to himself. The young man just couldn’t wait to get into Willow Creek. It wasn’t the town he was impatient to see, but it was what was about to happen in that town he was excited about. For tonight he would become Luke Morgan’s lover. It was hard for the young man to keep his feelings for Morgan from showing since they’d kissed a few nights ago, but he knew Morgan was right; they couldn’t afford to be seen as anything but friends in front of the men. So he had kept his distance to avoid temptation. He was sure no one suspected. No one however, but the cook, Flapjack. For some reason Sanders had the feeling that Flapjack knew something more than buying supplies was on the agenda in Willow Creek. It was nothing the cook said, it was just the way he gave Sanders little smirks and winks when Willow Creek was mentioned. Colt made a note to himself to ask Luke about his suspicions.

Sanders began to hand the reins of Morgan’s horse to him as he passed but, to Sanders disappointment and annoyance, Morgan walked right on and went over the chuck wagon to talk to the cook. After a few whispered words were exchanged between the two men, the cook handed the Trail Boss a slip of paper and a paper bag. Sanders figured the slip of paper was the supply list but he couldn’t figure out what was in the paper bag.

Morgan finally came around and slipped into the saddle. After a round of good byes and see you soon, the two men were off.

In town, Luke Morgan sent Colt to the hotel to book a room while he went and made arrangements for the supplies. When all the business was done he made his way to the hotel. He wondered if Colt was as nervous as him. It wasn’t as if Luke had never been with anyone before. But those other times were just for physical satisfaction. Tonight he knew it would be different. Tonight emotions would be in play. He also knew the young man waiting upstairs had never been with a man before, so Luke prayed for strength to be gentle and patient with the young man and not let his desire for him take over.

Over the last few nights he had laid out a plan on how he would conduct himself. He would start with foreplay and give the young man some oral pleasure. Then, and only then, would he take it to the final stage. Tonight was all about Colt’s pleasure. Morgan smiled with great satisfaction as he approached the door to their room.

Inside Sanders was pacing around nervously. He had taken a quick bath to wash off the trail dust then slipped into a new pair of jeans and a shirt. The bed looked huge and overwhelming. He couldn’t look at it because it just made him more nervous. He sat down in the overstuffed chair in the corner, then stood back up and paced some more. He was about to brush his teeth for the third time when he heard the rattle of the doorknob. He was sure his heart stopped when Morgan opened the door and stood in the entrance.

‘God, he’s handsome!’ Sanders thought. ‘And in a short time, he would be all mine.’ Sanders prayed that he would not disappoint Luke with his inexperience.

“Hey, kid!” Morgan smiled at the young man.

“Hey, yourself!” Sanders managed to reply with a nervous tremble to his voice.

“I’m going to wash up and I’ll be right back. Here, why don’t you open this up and pour us each a glass.” Morgan threw a bottle of whiskey on the bed before turning to make his way down the hall to the bath.

With shaky hands, Colt twisted the cover off and poured himself and Luke a single shot into the two glasses that were lying on the wash stand. Although he was not much of a drinker, Colt raised the bottle and took a stiff pull before replacing the cover. A shot of confidence he told himself.

Morgan returned about ten minutes later. He had put a clean pair of denims on but he was shirtless. The sight of Morgan’s rippling muscles made Colt’s mouth water. Colt handed the glass over to Luke who drank it down in one gulp before pulling the young man towards him.

“Oh, baby. It’s been a long few days, but now we’re here together and you’re in for a night of unbridled pleasure. Why don’t we start with a little foreplay?” Luke didn’t wait for Colt’s answer as he ran his hand gently down Colt’s soft cheek. He leaned towards Colt, pressing their lips together.

Colt responded eagerly. When he felt Luke’s tongue rub against his lips, Colt realized what Luke was trying to do and he opened his mouth. As Luke’s whiskey flavored tongue explored his mouth, Colt couldn’t suppress a moan. The older man knew exactly how to do this. Colt was panting when Luke finally broke the kiss. “Oh, Luke. That felt great!”

Luke just nodded, feeling no need for words. He wrapped his arms around Colt’s back and pulled him into another kiss. As he continued to kiss his young lover, Luke began to push him towards the chair, which hit Colt in the back of his legs, forcing the young man to sit.

Colt’s eyes popped open when he saw Luke drop to his knees. ‘Oh my God!’ Colt thought. ‘Is Luke going to do what I’ve only fantasized about him doing?’ He closed his eyes in lustful anticipation as he felt Luke’s hands on the front of his pants and heard the zipper of his jeans being pulled down. He let out a gasp as he felt his penis being pulled out of his jeans and then the warmth of Luke’s mouth on the tip as Luke kissed it. Those lips that had just given him such a loving kiss were now on his sensitive flesh and made Colt moan again.

Luke kissed the penis carefully, working from the tip downward. Colt lifted his hips as a wave of desire hit, giving Luke the opportunity to pull Colt’s pants and shorts down. Luke then kissed the penis head again, this time stroking Colt’s balls with two fingers before moving the kisses down there.

Colt sighed as he felt the tip of Luke’s warm, wet tongue carefully touch his balls before they were gently taken into Luke’s hot mouth and very tenderly stroked by Luke’s tongue. Colt reached out to stroke Luke’s back.

Luke let Colt’s wet balls fall from his mouth and he started licking his way slowly up the shaft. It seemed to Colt that he was only moving a fraction of an inch at a time, pausing to taste and suck every few seconds and hardly moving. It was driving Colt crazy but he loved it as well.

Luke opened his mouth wider and began to lightly stroke Colt with his teeth. That caused Colt to groan loudly, which pleased Luke to no end. He looked up at the young man and smiled. He nibbled slightly at the sensitive spot just below the head, then flicked his tongue lightly on the head. Luke wrapped his lips around the head of Colt’s penis but he didn’t suck yet. He just stayed there, waiting until Colt grew accustomed to the heat of his mouth.

Colt began to feel the most wonderful sensation he had ever felt; a gentle suction on his penis. Then there was Luke’s tongue once more flicking the very tip sending jolts of electricity through his body. Luke’s lips were so tight around the head of his penis as his tongue began to slide down the shaft again, agonizingly slow with the suction building and building. Colt moaned and felt his body shudder involuntarily. He felt his penis reach the back of Luke’s throat. He could feel Luke’s throat muscles flexing as he took the penis deeper and deeper down his gullet. Breathing hard, Colt rubbed Luke’s shoulders. He was unable to speak or think as the suction increased and never gave up. When Colt thought he would be driven crazy with pleasure, Luke would slide his penis out of his mouth only to plunge it back in and start all over again.

Colt’s pleasure was lifting him off the chair and he grasped Luke’s head in his hands as Luke’s mouth began to bob up and down. The only sounds in the room were Luke’s breathing and Colt’s moaning. Finally, Colt felt his penis throbbing madly with the need for release. His body tensed and his back arched tautly as he felt the sweet release he had longed for. Luke began to swallow it all.

As the feeling of complete joy filled his body, Colt was aware of Luke lying with his head in his lap. He could feel Luke’s hot breath on his wet, softening penis. He lay back, totally spend until he felt Luke get up of his knees.

Luke pulled Colt off the chair only to take his place before drawing the young man unto his lap to give him a deep passionate kiss.

“Did you enjoy that, baby?”

“You know I did, Luke. I never…I never had an orgasm like that before.”

“I’m glad I was able to please you.” Luke gave him another kiss.

“Luke…?” Colt hesitated.

“Yeah, baby?”

“I want you….no, I need you inside me!”

“Oh you do, do you” Luke teased. “And how would you like that to happen?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well do you want to be standing up or do you want to be on the bed?”

Colt blushed deeply as he pondered the question, then in a low voice he answered. “Well the other night I dreamt you took me against the side of the chuck wagon, so I was wondering if we could do it standing up against a wall?”

Luke chuckled as he kissed Colt once again. “I suppose we could do that. Which one will it be?”

“I don’t care!” Colt stated as he turned around on Luke’s lap. He wrapped his legs around Luke’s waist and his arms around Luke’s neck. “You’re the one who always makes the decisions, so you pick.”

Luke wrapped his arms around Colt’s waist, picked him up and carried him to the nearest wall. Colt grunted as his back hit the flat surface. Luke set the younger man down on the floor and gave him a reassuring smile. Colt reached out to touch the front of Luke’s pants, but Luke brushed the fingers away.

“Since you’ve never done this before, Cowboy, just relax and let me lead the way. Okay?” Luke asked.

Colt just nodded with anticipating desire. He watched Luke make his way to the washstand and grab the paper bag Flapjack had given him. He remained silent as he saw Luke’s strong fingers reach in to pull out a jar of grease. Colt’s suspicions were answered. Flapjack knew.

Luke quickly undressed then made his way back to Colt. “Okay, cowboy, here we go. I want you to promise me you will let me know if it’s too much for you. I don’t want to hurt you! Do you promise to tell me to stop if you can’t take it?”

Looking at the huge, hard member sticking out between Luke’s legs, Colt had a feeling of doubt. He may not be able to take it, but there was no way he was going to let Luke know that. He wanted that man inside him even if it killed him. But he gave his promise because he knew it was the only way Luke would continue.

Luke unscrewed the cap on the jar and scooped up some cream with his fingers. Colt watched as Luke run his slippery fingers up his own shaft, thoroughly coating it. When Luke was satisfied he was fully covered; he put a little more on his fingers and tossed the jar on the bed before moving towards Colt

“This might hurt a little, Cowboy,” he whispered, placing his clean hand on Colt’s hips. “You are such a turn on!” Luke continued as he put his non-greased hand on Colt’s flat stomach, then slid his fingers slowly lower. Looking deep into Colt’s eyes, Luke ran his hand into the crevice between Colt’s thighs, brushing a finger over his opening then pushing the finger inside.

Colt cried out, squeezing his eyes shut. “I…I’m all right,” he whispered. He was afraid Luke would stop if he thought he was hurting him. “Don’t stop!” He had to grit his teeth as another finger slid into him. He felt Luke’s large fingers moving around, stretching him and couldn’t even describe how he felt.

Luke hesitated for a moment then placed a third greased finger in. It was a tight fit, but Colt had to be well prepared if he was going to be able to take Luke’s penetration. Luke began thrusting in his fingers, aiming for the spot that would make Colt forget about the discomfort. He could tell when he hit it, because Colt would gasp out Luke’s name in pleasure.

“You ready, cowboy?” Luke asked.

Colt nodded. “Yes! Oh Yes!”

Gently Luke removed his fingers. In a swift movement, he lifted Colt up so that Colt’s legs were wrapped around his waist and began to inch himself into his lover.

Colt had to bite his lip to not cry out from the pain. He could feel himself stretching further as Luke entered him. He wrapped his arms tightly around Luke’s neck, knowing the pain would soon be over.

Luke paused when he was fully inserted. He could feel Colt squirming and adjusting to his size.

“Oh my God!“ Colt panted. “Oh Luke, you’re so big and you fill me just the way I dreamt you would…” He was cut off in mid-sentence as Luke withdrew then trust in again.

“Oh Colt, you’re so tight!” Luke also panted as he gripped the smaller man’s hips tightly. They were both gasping and moaning by this time.

Colt began to arch against Luke, meeting Luke’s every thrust. He braced his back against the wall so he could drive himself forward harder, each time calling out Luke’s name as heavenly waves of pleasure ran through his body. Luke had found the magic spot once again and did his best to hit it with every thrust.

“OH LUKE!” Colt screamed. “OHHHHHHH!” Their bodies were working in perfect rhythm, Luke trying to thrust as far in as he could while Colt worked with him to drive him deeper. The friction of their bodies caused Colt to achieve another erection and then finally, another heart-pounding climax. He was about to pass out from the force of it as he felt Luke’s seed shoot into him as he too reached his climax.

They didn’t move for what seemed like forever, their arms wrapped tightly around each other, both trying to catch their breaths. Luke was still buried inside of Colt.

“Holy shit! That was fucking unbelievable!” Colt finally managed to get out. “Thank you so very much.”

“Thank you too, Cowboy,” Luke replied as he kissed Colt on the tip of his nose then gently pulled his now soft penis out of his lover.

“Luke, carry me to bed and hold me. Please.”

“Oh, Cowboy. There’s no need to ask because that’s what I was planning to do.” Luke carried the young man to the bed and gently laid him down. Then he slipped in next to him and drew Colt into his arms, pulling the bed cover up over them at the same time.

Colt clung tightly to Luke, snuggling his head against Luke’s strong chest. “I love you, Luke!” he whispered.

“Not half as much as I love you, Cowboy,” Luke replied, adding a kiss for insurance.

“Can we do it again later?”

“Get some sleep and I’ll see how sore you are in the morning.”

“But…”

“Colt!” Luke voice took on a stern sound. “Don’t spoil the moment by arguing. I know it hurt you, so we’re going to take it nice and slow. After all, we have the rest of our lives to make love, isn’t that right?”

“Yeah, boss, I guess you’re right.” Colt teasingly used Luke’s title of authority to let him know he understood who was in charge.

Colt snuggled closer to Luke as he began to drift off to sleep. Before Luke let sleep over take him, he laid out his plan for the discussion he was to have with Colt in the morning on just how their relationship would work. Luke knew Colt needed the structure of discipline if things were going to work out for them. He planned to discuss this with the young man to be sure he was willing to give total control over to him, and how they would work the rules out during the drive and at home. He gave Colt one final kiss before he allowed sleep to overcome him.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Making their way back to the herd, Colt realized how grateful he was that Luke had insisted on no more penetration until Colt was fully healed. For every step the horse took it had Colt bouncing in the saddle, causing him a lot of discomfort. The morning after the night before, Luke examined Colt to find some small tearing and a little blood. The decision was made then and there that more intercourse would have to wait. Colt did his best to change Luke’s mind, but when Luke made his mind up there was no changing it. To satisfy their yearnings they used their hands and mouths until both were spent and very satisfied.

As the cattle came in sight, Luke came up along side his young lover and gave him a very sensuous smile. “Are you sore, Cowboy?” he asked with a touch of concern in his voice

“A little. Luke will it always hurt like this afterwards?”

“No, Cowboy. It won’t. The first time is always the worst. When we get into camp, report to Flapjack with the supplies and tell him you need a little doctoring. He’ll understand and take care of you real good.”

Tears filled Colt’s eyes as he looked deeply into Logan’s. “I’m sorry I’m such a big baby, Luke.”

“Hey, you’re not a big baby! But you’re my baby and I love you!”

“Oh Luke, I love you too!”

“Good! Now that that’s settled, do as you’re told and I’ll catch up to you later. And remember, Cowboy, act like nothing happened or your butt will be sore in a different way, clear?”

“Perfectly, Boss!” Colt gave Luke’s hand a tender squeeze as he grabbed the reins of the supply horse and made his way to the chuck wagon.

Colt found Flapjack setting up camp for the noon meal. Jacob was no where to be seen. He was probably gathering more firewood for Flapjack, Colt figured as he dismounted gingerly. His careful movements weren’t lost on the cook. Flapjack was grateful he had taken the time to pick some special flowers and herbs to make a batch of his soothing, healing salve.

“Hey, youngun, how was Willow Creek?” the elder man asked.

“It was the most glorious spot on earth, Flapjack! It was the most climatic part of the drive so far.”

Flapjack began to laugh, as he knew exactly what the young man was trying to tell him. “I’m happy to hear it. Just put the supplies by the wagon and I’ll have Jacob put them away after the noon meal.”

“Flapjack….” Colt hesitated.

“Yeah, boy, what is it? Spit it out, I don’t have all day.”

“I was wondering….well Luke….I mean the boss told me you had a remedy for a saddle sore.”

“He did, did he? Well that just goes to show how smart our Trail Boss is. He knows how necessary I am to this drive. Yes sir-ri-bub!” Flapjack walked off to make his way to the back of the supply wagon. He pulled out the wash tub that the drovers used to clean up before they went into town. He dragged it to a clearing in the woods away from the camp. When Jacob came back with the wood, Flapjack ordered Colt to go fill the tub with the pot of water he had boiling over the flame, then get undressed and slip in. Next, Flapjack ordered his helper to put the pot of stew over the fire and to feed the men when they arrived. Since it wasn’t unusual for a man to take a bath after a dusty trip like the one Colt had, Jacob didn’t question the fact the Colt was going to take a bath.

Flapjack gave Colt a few minutes to fill the tub and undress. He made his way to the clearing and watched the young man grimace as he sat down in the hot water. He grabbed his jar of salve and made his way to the hurting young man.

“I know you’re sore, boy. Just try to relax and let the water sooth some of the pain away. To help things along, I’m putting in a soothing blend of flowers and in no time at all, you’ll feel a difference. After, I’ll administer some healing salve which will finish the job.”

“Thanks, Flapjack! Uhh, how long should I soak in here?”

“Oh, not to long… about ten minutes” Flapjack sat down on a tree stump and began making conversation with the boy to take his mind off his discomfort. He had a feeling the young man had something on his mind he wanted to discuss, so the older man tried to make the mood as light as possible.

Finally Colt asked a question. “Flapjack, do you know the kind of relationship the boss and I have?”

“I sure do, boy! You don’t only have a loving relationship going, you also have a relationship made up of rules and discipline, is that right?”

“That’s right. Luke and I had a long discussion about my need for disciplinary action from time to time. He allowed me to work with him to come up with a set of rules we both could live with. And you know, Flapjack, when I finally said yes to Luke, it was like a huge bolder was lifted off my shoulders. I came to realize I didn’t only gain a lover, I gained a person who would take care of me and make sure I stayed on the right path. How better could Luke prove his love for me than that? Oh, Flapjack, I’ve never felt so complete and so loved in my entire life.”

The elderly cook had to swallow the lump in his throat before he could speak again. “Colt, I am so very happy for you both. Now let’s get you out of that tub and finish the doctoring.”

Colt stepped out of the wooden structure, then allowed Flapjack to lead him back to the tree stump. He didn’t protest when Flapjack placed him over his lap and spread his butt cheeks apart. He tried to hold back the grimace that escaped his throat when Flapjack gently placed a salve-covered finger into his rectum, but the feeling of discomfort betrayed him.

“Ssssh, Easy, boy. It will be over real soon.” Flapjack gently spoke as he did what had to be done. When it was over, he helped Colt up. “Feel better?” he asked.

“Yeah, I do. Thanks, Flapjack….for everything.”

“Forget about it. Now get back to camp and have some stew before you get back to work.”

“Yes sir, Mr. Flapjack. What ever you say,” Colt bantered gleefully back to the cook and made his way to camp.

He had just taken a plate of stew when the other drovers, followed by the Trail Boss, made their way into the noon camp. They all welcomed Colt back, asking a hundred questions about the town as they took their plates from Jacob.

Colt, not letting on he’d seen none of the town, made up answers to their questions. He knew one town was very much the same as another; a general store, blacksmith shop, stables, barbershop, hotel and of course, the main attraction to any drover, the saloon and dancing girls. Luke smiled to himself as he heard Colt dazzle the men with exaggerated tales on how cold the beer was and how hot the women were. If the men only knew what really went on, they’d never believe it.

Luke caught Colt’s eyes and the two men shared a special look that only they understood. Colt smiled at the Trail Boss as Luke passed him on his way to the chuck wagon. He laughed again when he heard Vince Perry say he was glad Colt was giving them the scoop about Willow Creek because the Trail Boss had been really tight-lipped about it.

Making his way to the cook, Luke asked him if everything was taken care of. Flapjack reassured Luke all was well. He also stated how happy he was for the two men, offering his ear whenever Luke felt he needed it. Luke thanked his old friend and went back to the men. Putting a stern tone to his voice, he growled, “Okay, everyone! Meal’s over. Now butt those saddles; we have a herd to move.”

In unison everyone chipped in a “Yes Sir, Mr. Morgan!” and they were off.

Luke allowed himself one final loving glance at Colt, praying for the next opportunity to be with this young man he loved, to come quickly. As he saddled up, he looked back at Flapjack, gave him a wink and said, “Only ten days to the next town. Get that supply list and that special brown paper bag ready for me, Flapjack.”

Laughing, Flapjack just gave the Trail Boss a wave as he began getting the wagon ready to move ahead of the drive and the night camp.

The End