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Ropes, Gags, and Jockstraps

Volume Four

A Keegan Kennedy Anthology

By Keegan Kennedy

Published by Kennedy-Empire Media

Copyright 2012, 2013, 2018

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Table of Contents:

Playing With Fire

Five-Finger Discount

The Ballad of Luke James

Other Titles from Keegan Kennedy

About the Author

Playing With Fire

Original Publication Date:

September, 29, 2012

They say if you play with fire that you’ll surely get burned, and although I didn’t know yet, I was about to be scorched…

The name’s Steed McKinnon, and I was a sixth generation cowboy and damn proud of it.

The McKinnons had been in Wabaunsee County since the days of my great, great grandfather, Hiram McKinnon. Sitting on my granddaddy’s knee as a boy, I would listen as he told stories about old Hiram. He had fought in the Civil War as a Confederate soldier for Mississippi. After they’d lost, Hiram left the South and moved here to Wabaunsee County, Kansas. He had worked really hard, and about ten years after he came to these parts, the McKinnons owned half of the county.

Back in the day, my family had been big-time cattle ranchers. But great granddaddy Luther had blown it all on liquor and women, so my family had ended up flat broke. So, the McKinnons went back to working for other people and that was the life I’d always known.

My father and his father before him had worked for the Buchanans for the last seventy years. Since then, our two families seemed to be intertwined.

My dad died of a heart attack eight years ago. I’d been 24 at the time. Mr. Ben Buchanan had offered me my father’s job as the foreman on his ranch.

I loved this land. The green prairies. The wide open spaces. The animals. Even the rough winters weren’t that bad. Also, I liked and respected the Buchanan family. And I loved working with my hands, so I’d accepted the job.

Mr. Buchanan was good to me. He paid me fifty thousand a year and treated me like one of the family. The Buchanans owned about 1500 square miles and about 6000 head of cattle. Mr. Buchanan also had large corn and wheat operations on the western side of the place. My job as the ranch foreman was to oversee the cattle and manage the rowdy ranch hands.

So, for the last eight years, I had worked contently and lived a pretty decent life. But sometimes a man’s fortunes can change and mine sure as hell did.

It started off like any other Friday—busy as hell, but with pay in your pocket.

Around lunchtime, Pete Sheffield, one of the ranch’s hired hands that I oversaw, and I were riding our horses near the creek on the south part of the ranch, looking for a pregnant heifer. Often, cows liked to wander off before they spit out the calves from their nethers. Usually, they’d end up around the line of trees that flanked both sides of the creek with the calf’s head or legs hanging out their rear end. There was always a danger of the momma cow rolling over and killing the calf during delivery, so we usually tried rounding up the pregnant ones and closing them in a pen near the barn. Sometimes, like today, we’d have to find them, catch them, and often help them if the calves got stuck by pulling them out. It was a pretty dirty job, but I never did mind it too much.

Pete was a good ole boy and a career cowboy like myself. He was tall, but a few inches shorter than me. Around forty, he had a slender frame with an angular face and a mustache.

Just as we’d spotted the black heifer with the ear tag numbered 3256, my phone rang from my belt. I yanked the reins on my horse, Pearl, and we came to a stop.

Looking down at the display, I answered the call immediately.

“Howdy, Boss,” I greeted.

It was Mr. Buchanan. His calls were never to ring over to voicemail.

“Steed, I need ya to come up to the main house,” he replied swiftly. “I got ya an errand to run for me.”

“Yes, Sir, be up there in a few minutes.”

“Pete,” I called out, “the boss is bellering for me.”

“I got her,” he replied over his shoulder, talking about the pregnant heifer.

After parting ways with Pete, I galloped to the main barn and stabled old Pearl. Dressed in my button-down western shirt, faded jeans, boots, belt, and my cowboy hat, I hauled ass toward the main house.

At thirty-two, I was still in my prime. At 6’3, I had brown hair and blue eyes. I had a strong and brawny frame from my years of working on the ranch. I guessed you could say I had a gym body without the gym. I had wide shoulders, big arms, and a flat stomach with muscled pecs. The girls in town always told me that I was handsome. I’d never placed much store in looks, though. I was just me.

Entering through the kitchen door of the Buchanan ranch house, I spotted Rosarita, the sweet Mexican cook, working over the stove.

“Hey, Rosarita,” I muttered absently.

“Ah, Senor Steed!” she exclaimed in her thick accent. “We no see you much in kitchen!”

It was true. The other hands and I usually ate in the dining room in the bunkhouse, where they lived. Being the ranch foreman, I had my little cabin by the lake.

“Mr. Buchanan wanted to see me. Do ya know where he is?”

“He be in his study,” Rosarita said.

“Thanks,” I muttered as I strolled past her and out the swinging double doors leading from the kitchen. I entered the main downstairs hallway of the two-story mansion. The sound of my boots echoed in the long corridor.

I swear that Mr. Buchanan’s home was like walking into a western museum. There were all sorts of antiques on display sitting on pillars or in glass cases, while chandeliers hung from the ceiling. The walls were covered with incredible paintings of cowboys, horses, and western landscapes.

The bedrooms, which I had never really strayed into, were luxurious with very expensive furnishings and even more expensive doodads and paintings. The decorations had all been done by Mr. Buchanan’s second wife, Montana. They’d been divorced for the better part of fifteen years. Old Mr. Buchanan was sixty-years-old and had just divorced his fourth wife.

Approaching a closed door in the grand hallway, I came to a stop and tapped lightly.

“Come in!” I heard Mr. Buchanan call out from behind the closed door.

I opened the grandiose door of Mr. Buchanan’s study. This was not my first time in here, but the over-the-top decor always knocked my socks off. There were all sorts of guns like muskets, shotguns, and pistols on display—some even dating back to the Revolutionary War. Tons of mounted animal heads were arranged all over the walls. Three bucks with massive antlers. A buffalo. An elephant. A mountain lion. Two bears—one white and one brown. And an elk.

I hoped I never pissed off the old man or my head might be mounted up there next to the elephant.

Mr. Buchanan was sitting behind his massive desk, which I think was made out of mahogany. Looking up from his laptop while sitting in his leather chair, the old man greeted me with a smile.

“Steed!” he said pleasantly, standing up and extending his hand to me over his desk.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Buchanan.”

“Good afternoon to you too, son,” he replied. “How’s it lookin’ out yonder?”

“Going smooth, Sir. Sorry it took me a few minutes to get up here, but I was out on the south range with Pete hunting down a pregnant heifer.”

“Never mind that,” Mr. Buchanan scoffed as he took a sip of whiskey from his glass. “I need ya to run an errand for me.”

“Sure thing. Anything you need, Sir.”

“I knew I could count on ya!” he exclaimed with a wince as the large gulp of whiskey hit his stomach. “I need ya to drive down ta Kansas City and pick up Cullen at the airport.”

“Cullen is gonna be staying with us?” I asked curiously.

Cullen Buchanan was his only child. When Mr. Buchanan had divorced his second wife, Montana, she’d taken Cullen back to Dallas with her when he was like five or so. His last visit had been when he was twelve. With his blonde curls and his blue eyes, he had followed me around like I was his big brother. It had been real cute. Because of wife number two not getting along with wife number four, Cullen hadn’t visited the ranch in seven years. The last I heard tell Cullen was going to the University of Texas.

“Yep and his visit might be a long ‘un?”

“He must be out for the summer.”

“Maybe longer than just the summer,” Mr. Buchanan said flatly.

“Is anything wrong, Sir?”

The older man took another huge swig of whiskey. “That boy has driven me to distraction!” he griped. “After he started college down in Texas, Cullen joined up with one of them fraternities and has gone buck wild! The boy made all F’s!”

“Cullen?” I asked incredulously. “He was always such a smart boy.”

“Well, once he got shed of his momma’s apron strings and started living on my dime in Austin, it’s been nothing but a party! So, the boy has been recalled.”


“Yeah, Steed, I cut off the money, and he’s coming here, so I can set the boy straight! Life ain’t about drinking and goofing off!”

“So, you’ve pulled him outta school?”

“Hell, yeah! I won’t let my only son grow up to be some spoiled, rich brat! I’m gonna teach him the ranch and that’s where I’ll really need your help.”

“What can I do, Mr. Buchanan?” I asked genuinely.

“Spend some time with my boy. He’s always looked up to you. Hell, you’re only like thirteen years apart. You could easily be his older brother.” He paused. “Show him the ropes. Take him under your wing.”

“I’ll do what I can,” I swore.

Mr. Buchanan grinned. “I knew’d ya would.” He gave me a friendly slap on the shoulder. “Okay, Cullen’s flight comes in at five. You should have plenty of time to get to Kansas City and then some. He’s comin’ in on Delta Airlines Flight 1878,” he concluded, handing me a piece of paper with the information printed off. “Again, I appreciate all ya can do for the boy.”

I smiled at him. “I promise I won’t let ya down, Sir.”

After finishing up some loose ends, I hopped in my old truck about 2:30 and started for Kansas City.

From around Alma, it was a straight shot down Interstate 70 and only about a hundred miles.

I was looking forward to seeing Cullen. The last time I’d seen him, he’d been only twelve, so I hoped I’d recognize him.

Hearing Mr. Buchanan talk about his son reminded me of my son, Cody. He was gonna be five this year. About six years back, I had a brief marriage to Cody’s mom, Janine. Our marriage had only lasted about two years. Janine had wanted more out of life than what I could give her, so she’d taken off with some drunk from Topeka and took my little boy with her. Then and there, I’d sworn off marriage.

Several local girls in town had tried to change my mind about that, but this was one bull that wouldn’t be going back into the stable.

The last woman who tried to reel me in was this sweet little barmaid by the name of Michelle. We had dated and fucked for several weeks, but she figured out that I wasn’t the marrying kind, so she moved on down the line. That had been ended about three weeks ago. I couldn’t say that I missed her too much, but I sure did miss the fucking.

Anyway, I got to the Kansas City International Airport about 4:15 on that warm May afternoon. Since I had some time to kill before Cullen’s flight arrived, I stopped at one of the bars in the airport, killed three beers, and flirted with this bartender by the name of Tiffany.

Afterwards, I found an arrival board and waited by the terminal exit. Hundreds of busy and irritated-looking passengers, who had just gotten off flights, were hustling by like cattle on some mass migration. I stood there in the middle of them, waiting to catch sight of Cullen. I just hoped I’d recognize him.

Out of the crowd, I focused on a bright-eyed, blond boy approaching me. From the beaming smile on his face and the intense eye contact, I knew that this was little Cullen Buchanan all grown up.

He looked to be about 5’9 or so. He had thick blonde hair, just like the little twelve-year-old boy that I had known before. Clean-shaven, his face was now manly and squared, but not too jagged. Wearing a formfitting baby blue Polo shirt, the boy also wore khaki shorts and a pair of Nike trainers that were blue and with white swooshes. His skin was tanned and his legs were noticeably smooth. Under his tight shirt, I could tell that he had a muscular but lean body. His face was unbelievably handsome like one of those Abercrombie & Fitch models. He was a drop-dead gorgeous kid. I was sure that he had broken many hearts.

“Steed!” he happily exclaimed in a deep voice as he unexpectedly threw his arms around my neck. I had expected a handshake, but I found myself pleasantly surprised by his show of emotion.

I laughed. “Little Cullen!”

Both of us pulled back from the very affectionate hug. “Not so little anymore, big guy,” Cullen replied flippantly. “But ya still got half a foot on me.”

“A spin of the old family gene pool, I suppose,” I replied.

“You’re just as I remember,” he said with his eyes looking up and down my tall, muscular frame.

“Ya got bags?”

“Of course. Daddy told me that you were coming to get me. I sure was excited to know that.”

“It’s my pleasure, Cullen,” I said as he walked at my side. “I was happy to hear that you were coming to stay at the ranch for a while.”

He studied me for a second. “Have you got some beer?”

“Well, I had me a couple while I was waiting for ya,” I told him. “I’m okay to drive.”

“I wasn’t worried about you driving, cowboy! I could smell it on your breath.”

“Sorry ‘bout that,” I said with a shrug.

“I ain’t worried about that. I was hoping we could stop someplace and have some beers.”

I gave him a wary grin. “You’re only nineteen, right?”


“You and me can’t have no beers until about two more years have passed, young’un.” I smirked. “The last thing I wanna do is go off and get my boss’ underage son drunk.”

“Fine. Fine,” he said dismissively as we got on the escalator toward the baggage claim. “Can’t blame a boy for asking.”

After we had gathered up his five suitcases, I loaded them onto a cart and led Cullen back to my truck in the parking lot.

He talked his head off during the short walk. When we got to my old, gray Chevy, I put Cullen’s bags in the rear bed. He had grabbed a bag and attempted to help, but I waved him off. After all, it was my job to see after him and not the other way around.

So, with the late afternoon sun still in the sky, I drove us up I-70 toward the ranch. The three beers that I’d thrown back made for a pleasant driving experience.

“How is little Cody?” Cullen asked me after a short silence.

“Ain’t seen him in a couple of months,” I replied. “I sure do miss him, though.”

“I look forward to meeting him.” He looked over at me. “I sort of kept tabs on you through Daddy. He told me about your son and your divorce. Sorry to hear about all that.”

“That was nice of ya to ask about me, Cullen,” I said. “I wasn’t sure if ya remembered me after all these years.”

“You were one of the best things about coming up to this old ranch, so I always asked about you when I spoke to the old man.”

“I didn’t know that.”

I felt a little flattered that Cullen Buchanan had asked about me.

“Aw, man, I used to have a blast when I was a kid playing cowboy and following you around.”

“I’m glad you had a good time.”

I purposely had not brought up the issues that he was having in college or the beef with his father. After all, it was none of my business.

“From what Daddy said, your ex-wife, Janine, sounds like a bitch.”

I roared with laughter. “Damn straight!”

“So, I’m sure that a big, handsome cowboy like yourself has him plenty of girlfriends around town.”

I blushed momentarily from his compliment. Cullen Buchanan thought I was handsome?

“Not at the moment,” I replied. “All the women around Alma and the surrounding towns got their sights set on a husband, and after that divorce, I ain’t too keen about letting another ‘un get her claws into me.”

“I can’t say as I blame them,” Cullen replied suggestively. “I’m sure you have a lot to offer a woman.”

Gaping, I looked over at him for a moment, but I broke into a nervous chuckle. “I suppose so.” I felt myself blushing.

“You wanna know a secret, Steed?”


“When I was a kid, I had a huge crush on you.”

My mouth fell open as I stared over at the blond-haired boy with the piercing eyes. “Come again?”

“I said that I had a huge crush on ya back when I was a kid,” Cullen said boldly. “That summer when I was twelve, I followed ya around like a lovesick puppy.”

“Uh…uh,” I stammered. “Uh… I… I had no idea.”

Had my ears heard right? Had Cullen Buchanan told me that he used to have a crush on me? Seriously?

“Did something I say shock ya, Steed?” he asked pointedly.

“Uh, yeah.” I was dumbfounded. “Are ya gay?”

“I don’t care for labels,” Cullen answered coolly. “I like what I like, and I go after what I like. But I ain’t a little kid anymore. I’m over eighteen.”

My heart pounded in my chest. What the fuck was happening? Was this kid coming onto me? The boss’ son?

“What are you trying to tell me, Cullen?” I asked shakily.

His left hand moved to my denim-covered upper thigh, where he squeezed my leg. I could feel the heat of his hand through my jeans. Unexpectedly, my cock sprang to life in my tight Wranglers.

“I’m making a play for you, cowboy,” Cullen replied slyly.

I gulped. “Uh, I’m real flattered and all, but I ain’t gay.”

Cullen unbuckled his seatbelt and scooted closer to me in the cab. “That giant bulge in them jeans tells me otherwise, big guy.”

He was right. My cock was hard.

Cullen ran his hand over my noticeable bulge.

“You shouldn’t be doing this,” I said weakly as the boy licked his lips.

“I promise I won’t say anything, Steed,” Cullen whispered in his deep voice as his fingers found the zipper of my fly.

“Whoa!” I exclaimed. “What the hell are ya doing, Cullen?”

Despite my lame questions, the blond-haired teen reached into my jeans and put his hand around the thick shaft of my cock.

“I’m about to give you a blowjob, cowboy,” he replied breathily. “Don’t worry. I ain’t expecting one in return.”

My throat was dry and my heart continued to hammer in my chest. Like an expert, the kid had my nine-incher pulled out of my jeans. About six inches around, my cock was standing up proudly. Despite myself, I was rock hard.

He gasped. “You’re huge!”

“Just nine inches,” I choked out before I knew what I was saying.

“The biggest I ever seen,” Cullen said as he lowered his head and took the purple mushroom tip of my dick into his mouth.

I moaned loudly as his wet mouth circled the crown of my hog. I could feel his soft lips and his wet tongue swirling around the head. I couldn’t believe this was happening. It was like some crazy, vivid dream. One minute, we had been talking, and the next, Cullen had his lips around my pecker.

My shocked eyes continued to shift from the road to his head that was buried in my lap.

As his lips began down the shaft, I gritted my teeth. Cullen’s mouth felt so good, but I knew that I was playing with fire. Cullen was my boss’ son and he was sucking my cock!

“We should stop,” I muttered as he bobbed his head up and down on the first few inches of my meat.

Cullen lifted his head only for a moment. “Your mind says I should stop, but your body and your huge cock say I should continue.” His tongue flicked around the flared head of my prick. “You taste too good for me to stop, Steed. You just drive and enjoy the ride.”

And with that, Cullen’s lips engulfed the crown of my prick and began sliding down the shaft again.

He was right. I didn’t want him to stop. Apparently, Cullen Buchanan knew what the hell he was doing.

My hands were rigid on the steering wheel. Part of me wanted to lie back, close my eyes, and enjoy this expert blowjob. The other part of me wanted to pull Cullen off my jock and tell him to behave.

His hand reached into my jeans and then he cupped my hairy balls. The pressure he was applying to my rod felt fucking incredible.

“Damn, kid,” I muttered as he worked his head further down my shaft.

I could feel the tip hitting the back of his throat. He had taken about half into his mouth. I figured that Cullen would stop and focus on the top half of my cock, but I gasped when he took the mushroom head into his throat. The boy was going to swallow every inch.

“Oh, fuck!” My foot hit the gas pedal. “Deepthroat my cock!”

I looked down at the speedometer and saw I was going 95 in a 65, so I quickly slowed down.

With his head at an angle, Cullen’s wet and talented mouth managed to swallow me down to the root.

“Oh, yeah,” I moaned. “Suck it!”

I couldn’t believe I was saying these words to Mr. Buchanan’s son, but here we were…

Bobbing his head up and down, Cullen worked my prick with his mouth and throat—all the way up and then all the way down.

My right hand came off the steering wheel and I ran my fingers through his thick blond hair.

Dozens of chicks had sucked my cock, but this was the first guy to throw his hat into the ring. And surprisingly, Cullen was batting it out of the park because this was the fucking hottest blowjob I had ever gotten. From the way he was taking it down his throat, I could tell how badly he wanted it.

“Fuck!” I groaned out as my balls tightened in his hand.

My cock throbbed and then that old familiar tingle began. I was about to shoot my load.

“Gonna cum!” I growled as Cullen’s lips focused on just the ultrasensitive head. “Yeah! Fuck, yeah!”

My balls boiled and I started pumping my hot, thick load into Cullen’s mouth. Unlike all the chicks that had ever blown me, he didn’t stop sucking. Hungrily, he kept sucking as wad after wad shot into his mouth. I heard him make a satisfied moan like he was enjoying the taste of my seed. As he flicked his tongue around the tip, he gulped down my jizz. My body shook as the last drops oozed from the crown.

With a last swallow, Cullen lifted his head from my lap. With a huge grin, he stared at me with those baby blues and gave me a wink. “See, that wasn’t so bad.”

Sitting back up, he tucked my softening cock back into my wranglers.

“So,” he began nonchalantly like nothing had happened, “how ‘bout them KC Royals this year?”

I barely remembered the rest of the drive.

I was in shock. I’d just had my cock sucked by another dude and that dude was the teenage son of my boss. Not only had he blown me but he had swallowed every drop of my cum.

During the remainder of the drive, Cullen had kept the conversation going. I had obliged with some one-word answers here and there, a few grunts, and some baseball babble.

As we pulled up in front of the mansion, Cullen turned toward me. “Are you okay, Steed?”

I gaped at him for a moment. “Yeah, I’m fine,” I muttered, forcing a smile.

The boy gave me a sexy smirk. “I was hoping I didn’t freak ya out too bad.”

“No. No. I’m good.” I insisted as I stepped out of the truck. “You can go on up and see Mr. Buchanan. I’ll see these bags to your room, Cullen.”

Getting out of the truck on the other side, he smiled wolfishly. “Thanks, Steed.”

“Don’t mention it,” I replied curtly, trying not to make eye contact with him.

“I’ll be seeing you real, real soon,” Cullen concluded with one last intense glance at me.

After I had dropped Cullen’s luggage off in his room, I got the hell out of the Buchanan house as quickly as my boots could carry me.

It was seven and the sun was going down—the perfect time to drink some beer and try to sort out what the hell had happened on the way back from Kansas City between Cullen and me…

After exiting through the kitchen, I ran into Pete coming out the side door of the house.

“Steed,” he began nervously. “I thought you was still picking up the boss’ son.”

“I just got back,” I replied, looking him up and down. He was acting as guilty as a dog that had just taken a shit inside the house. “What brings ya to the main house?” I asked suspiciously.

“Uh... uh, the boss wanted an update about the heifer we was tracking down,” Pete stated.

“Mmmhhhmmmm,” I replied with wary eyes.

I didn’t believe him for a second, but I wasn’t worried too much about him. I couldn’t. I had just been blown by a guy and enjoyed the shit out of it.

Walking back to the bunkhouse together, Pete sought to change the subject. “You going into Alma tonight and raise a little hell?”

“No,” I replied flatly. “It’s been one helluva day, and there’s a twelve-pack of beer with my name on it waiting in the fridge.”

We parted ways and I started for my cabin. As soon as I made in the door, I popped open a beer and drank the motherfucker in about three gulps. After crushing the can in my fist, I stripped out of my size fourteen boots, my jeans, and my button down shirt to my white briefs and socks. Clicking on the TV and finding the Kansas City Royals playing, I grabbed another beer and plopped down on my recliner.

At first, I was worried.

What if Cullen told Mr. Buchanan that he had sucked my dick?

No. He wouldn’t do that. Would he?

If Mr. Buchanan found out, he would shoot my ass and mount my head up next to that elephant in his study for sure!

Getting past my worries about my boss, I wondered what the hell this afternoon had meant. Cullen Buchanan had sucked my hog and swallowed all every drop of my juice.

Was he gay?

Cullen had to be gay, I supposed, despite the fact that he said he didn’t like labels. After all, he had played the role of the woman during the blowjob. He had seemed to enjoy just taking care of my cock. Hell, he hadn’t even stroked himself off or anything. I found that pretty curious.

Cullen had also told me that he had a crush on me since he was a kid. That was pretty wild too.

So, when he had been following me around the ranch all them years ago during his last visit, he was following me around like a lovesick puppy and not some little brother looking up to a big brother.

This was all so crazy.

Would it happen again?

I wasn’t sure.

If I knew what was good for me, I shouldn’t play with fire.


It couldn’t happen again.

I had spent my entire life happily working on this ranch, so I didn’t want to fuck it all up over an expertly-given blowjob from the boss’ son.

After I had grabbed my third beer, I wondered something even more intense… Was I gay because I got hard and shot in his mouth?

Naw. Not me. I wasn’t a swishy girly-man.

After all, I had heard of gay guys sucking off straight guys before. It happened in prison all the time. That didn’t make the straight guy that got the blowjob any less straight, did it?

I wasn’t so sure.

So, was I a straight guy who got off on another guy blowing him?

I reckoned so.

Regardless, Cullen had given me the best head that I had ever had in my life.

I had always liked blondes, but blond boys?

I hated to admit it, but Cullen Buchanan was a hot kid. He had that smooth skin on his face, arms, and legs. He had those baby blue eyes that stared lusty daggers toward me. He had that killer body under his clothes. He had that soft, blond hair and a damn talented mouth…

I felt my cock getting hard, so I looked down at my crotch. My nine-incher had grown to where the purple head had found its way out from under the waistband of my briefs. Now, it was throbbing against my abs.


With a fresh beer buzz, I yanked my briefs down in my recliner and began to stroke. Closing my eyes, I didn’t think of a chick with big knockers. Instead, my mind went back to that very hot scene in the cab of my truck.

With my thumb and forefinger rubbing the flared crown as I stroked, I pictured Cullen’s beautiful face. I thought about his head down in my lap and his wet mouth and his skilled tongue. As my stroking quickened, I thought about how he’d taken every inch down his mouth and his throat.

Fuck, that had been hot!

Slamming my fist over my cock, I thought about how the hot blond boy had let me cum in his mouth. No chick had ever let me do that.

Cullen was different.

He had wanted my cock! He had wanted my seed!

I felt my heart slamming in my chest and then my hairy tanks drew up.

Again, I thought about how Cullen had swallowed every single drop of my cum. He wanted to taste me—he wanted to swallow all of it!


I gritted my teeth and squeezed the head of my cock.

“Oh, fuck, yeah!” I moaned as I blasted a load all over my abs and chest. As the last drops of my orgasm leaked out, I opened my eyes.

Holy shit! I had just jerked off thinking about Cullen Buchanan sucking my cock! There hadn’t been a single titty, pussy, or hot chick in my mind—only him.

Jesus, I had just masturbated thinking about a boy taking care of my needs.

This definitely called for another beer.

After having to jerk off a second time, I finished my seventh beer and passed out in my bed with Cullen on my mind…

I awoke to the sound of my phone ringing from my nightstand.

With a quick glance at the clock, I saw that it was 8:30 in the morning and I had a slight hangover. Seeing that it was Mr. Buchanan, I answered the phone pretty quick.

“Good morning, Sir,” I greeted with my throat dry while trying to sound fresh.

“Steed,” he began in his deep voice, “come up to the house. There’s something we need to discuss!”

“Uh, yes, Sir,” I muttered as he hung up.

Shit. He had sounded pissed off.

Did he somehow know what had happened yesterday on the way back from Kansas City? Had Cullen told him? Did he know that his only son had given me a hummer while I drove my truck?

With butterflies in my stomach, I quickly dressed in a fresh button-down blue denim shirt, my wranglers from yesterday, my boots, belt, and one of my white cowboy hats.

Briefly, I thought about Cullen. If this early morning chat wasn’t Mr. Buchanan coming down on me for letting Cullen suck my cock, I knew that I had to keep my distance from the boy. I couldn’t let him seduce me again like I did yesterday.

Walking toward the main house, I was literally shaking in my boots. I felt as nervous as a chaste girl visiting a bunker full of horny soldiers.

Going in through the kitchen, I made my way down the grand hallway to Mr. Buchanan’s office door and knocked.

“Come in!” he barked from the other side.

Taking a deep breath, I opened the door.

“You wanted to see me, Mr. Buchanan?”

“Ah, yeah, Steed, come on in,” he answered in a lighter tone than he just had on the phone. “Sit down.”

I sat down in the chair in front of his desk. I saw that he was already sipping on a glass of whiskey and it wasn’t even 9:00 am yet.

“Me and Cullen had us a long talk last night,” he began before pausing.

I could feel all the color drain from my face.

“Uh… how did that go, Sir?” I asked shakily as I eyed his collection of guns decorating the walls.

“Not too well,” he began again. “Cullen ain’t too thrilled with the idea of being yanked out of UT. Actually, we had us a long yelling match about it, but I stood my ground.” He sighed. “My son is gonna be living here with us from now on. If and only if he behaves, I’ll eventually let him commute to school to Topeka. But I gotta keep a close watch on the boy and that’s why I wanted to see you.”

I shot him a confused look.

“I want you to do more than take him under your wing and show him the ropes. I want ya to get close to him, guide him, befriend him… He won’t listen to me ‘cause I’m his daddy and an old man, but he looks up to you. He’ll listen to you.”

A part of me soared, but I’d sworn to myself to keep my distance from him. Now, his own father, my boss, was ordering me to get close to him.


“Yes, Sir,” I replied uneasily. “I’ll try.”

“I knew I could count on you, Steed!” Mr. Buchanan replied, standing up and taking my hand into his. I could smell the whiskey on his breath. “Take him riding this afternoon. I’ll send the boy down to your place about noon. Sound good?”

“Uh, yes, Sir,” I managed.

Now, I knew exactly how it felt to be dumped out of the frying pan and into the fire…

Strolling back toward the cabin, I noted how warm it already was for a late May morning.

It had to be around 90 degrees already and it was barely past nine.

As I walked, I pondered on the fact that Cullen was here to stay. He wouldn’t be going back to Texas. This would be his home now.

It wasn’t that I didn’t want him around. I liked him. Maybe I was starting to like him a little too much. After all, I had never jerked off thinking about a guy with my cock in his mouth, but I had twice last night.

What I was scared shitless about was that I would give in to temptation… Hell, I knew I probably would after that expert cocksucking! It was that I feared for my job and my life. I just knew that if Mr. Buchanan were to find out that I wouldn’t just be fired, I’d likely end up shot!

His collection of guns kept dancing through my head.

Back at my cabin, I hopped into the shower to start my day.

Mr. Buchanan’s words rang through my head….

Show Cullen the ropes… Take him under my wing… Be his friend…

The old man had no idea, but ordering me to get closer to Cullen was like giving a kid the cookie jar.

As the hot water splattered on my body, I wondered if the blowjob had been a one-time thing.


But probably not…

Cullen had said that he’d always had a crush on me. But when he offered me his services again, would I be able to say no?

Getting out of the shower, I dried off and then wrapped the towel around my waist. I walked out of the bathroom and what I say made me gasp.

Cullen Buchanan was standing in the middle of my bedroom. He was only a white jockstrap, a pair of cowboy boots, and one of my white cowboy hats.

“Cullen!” I exclaimed. “What are ya doing here?”

“Waiting for you, big guy,” Cullen replied with that sexy-ass smirk on his lips. “I wanna continue more of what we started yesterday…”

Words escaped me.

All I could do was gape at Cullen while leering at his beautiful body. His chest and stomach were smooth as were his legs. He had a slender waist with ripples of muscle decorating his abdomen. His upper frame was smaller than mine, but he had a great build. From his shapely shoulders to his curved pectorals with the quarter-sized nipples to his abs, I could easily spot that the boy worked out.

His cock, which was apparently much smaller than mine, was already hard in the pouch of his jockstrap.

I had to admit that, despite myself, I liked what I saw.

I liked it a helluva lot!

My cock sprang to attention underneath the towel. My fleshy rod was suddenly thumping against my left thigh.

“Cullen,” I began, my throat suddenly dry, “you can’t be here! We can’t do this!”

“Why not?” he pouted as he climbed onto my bed on all fours.

Standing on the other side of the bed, I watched with wide eyes as the boy crawled across the mattress toward me, removing my hat.

“Because your daddy would kill me if he knew you were here like this! Hell, he’d kill me if he knew what we’d already done!”

“Daddy wants me to spend time with you and I can’t think of a better way.” With his back arched and his neck craned, Cullen hit me with those powerful blue eyes. “Steed, you know ya want me as much as I want you. That huge cock of yours is giving you away.”

I felt the red creep up my neck. He was the most beautiful boy I’d ever seen and I did want him. Although still confused, I knew that I wanted him more than I’d wanted anyone in a long damn time.

“So, let me pleasure you, big guy.”

“I… uh…” With the boy staring up at me on all fours in only that jockstrap and his socks, I realized that aside from blowjobs that I wasn’t a hundred percent sure about the mechanics of all this. So, I said the first thing that came to mind. “I don’t wanna suck cock and I don’t want anything going in my ass.”

“Don’t worry about that,” he purred. “You’re all man, so I’m gonna treat like one. I’ll lick and suck you from head to toe.” Cullen’s face softened, the wanton boy fading for a moment. Admiration and longing came over his gaze. “Steed, I’d do anything and everything that you asked of me.”

Thunderstruck, I wasn’t sure what to say. No one had ever made me an offer like this before.

“And as far as asses go,” he continued, “mine would be the only one filled around here. I know you’re straight, so you can think of me as the chick,” Cullen paused, “with obvious differences.”

My gaze moved to his smooth ass in the outline of those straps. The sight made my cock throb under the towel. I could so see myself fucking the hell out of Cullen Buchanan.

“Okay,” my voice trembled, “I can figure out the basics, but I don’t know what all to do.”

A radiant smile came over his gorgeous face. “I’ll teach you.”

Sitting up on my bed, Cullen yanked the towel from my waist, freeing my prick. His boyish blue eyes took in all of my glory. I was sure that it looked bigger than it had in the truck when half of the root had been stuck down my wranglers.

Cullen looked hungry. “You’re the best-looking man I’ve ever laid my eyes on, Steed McKinnon.”

It nearly knocked me on my ass to hear the boy say that.

He continued. “I’ve wanted you for as long as I can remember. I’m gonna make you feel so damn good…”

Looking down at this beautiful boy on his knees on my bed, I was like a moth drawn to a flame. It was like I was hypnotized. Without even realizing, my hands moved into his thick hair.

He grasped my prick and ran his hand up and down my length, causing me to shudder. Opening his mouth, Cullen looked up at me with those devastating eyes and I nearly melted. Maintaining eye contact, he closed his lips around the head of my prick.

“Oh, yeah,” I moaned as his wet mouth swallowed the mushroom tip.

Cullen looked fucking gorgeous down on his knees with my cock disappearing in between his lips.

I could feel his eager tongue teasing the ultrasensitive head. Then he took several more inches into his mouth.

“You’re so good at sucking my cock,” I mumbled as he suckled on my rod.

With my cock still in his mouth, I sank onto the bed and Cullen shifted back onto his hands and knees.

He lifted his mouth from my dick.

“Touch my body, Steed,” he urged. “Don’t be scared to feel of me...”

As he swallowed my cock again, I slowly ran my hands down his smooth back. Cullen’s skin was so soft.

I felt my prick hit the back of his throat, but that didn’t stop the teen. He tilted his head and then my cock slipped down his throat. Within seconds, he had buried his nose in the brown nest of my pubes.

“Fuck!” I marveled. “It’s all the way down your throat.”

With his eyes still on mine, he winked.

My hands landed on the boy’s hot bubble butt. I’d always been a butt man, even on women, and Cullen had an amazing one. It was hairless and soft, yet for all its softness, rock hard muscle was just beneath his skin.

Slowly, I thrust my hips to meet the boy’s bobbing head. Within seconds, we found the same rhythm and I started fucking his beautiful face.

My hands moved back into his hair and my fingers tightened. He stopped moving his head and I took the lead, pushing my hog in and out of his mouth. Breathing through his nose, he almost coughed, but Cullen took my nine inches like a pro. As I quickened the oral drilling, his eyes were watered, the sight of his straining effort turning me on even more.

As I began to slam into his mouth harder, my balls tightened and my cock swelled.

But Cullen pulled back.

I released my grasp on his hair. “What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Nothing,” Cullen said, catching his breath. “I didn’t want you to cum yet.”

“Oh, yeah,” I replied huskily, my eyes feasting on the angelic blond boy on his hands and knees in front of me. “Did ya have something else in mind?”

“Yeah, Steed,” his were eyes on fire, “I want you to fuck me.”

With my cock only inches above his face, I almost shot my load from just the thought, but my insecurities filled me. These were unchartered waters after all.

“I’ve never done it before.”

“You’ll love it,” Cullen assured me. “I guarantee you that I’m tighter than any pussy you’ve ever fucked.”

“Well, fuck yeah, then.” My hands ran down to his ass and I squeezed his cheeks. “Damn, you’ve got a muscled butt, kid.”

Cullen closed his eyes, relishing my touch. “I love the way your rough hands feel on my ass.”

As I played with his ass, his lips wrapped around the head of my cock again.

“Yeah, boy,” I groaned as my fingers squeezed into his hot flesh.

Feeling bolder, I ran my right index finger down the crack of his hairless butt. As my finger explored in between his cheeks, the tip found his quivering ring. With the tip of my digit lingering around his hole, Cullen began furiously sucking my prick.

“There it is.” I knew I’d found his spot. “Is that the little pussy-hole ya want fucked?”

With his mouth full, he moaned loudly.

“I thought so.”

I couldn’t believe I was talking dirty, but it started flowing freely. I had always loved dirty talk, but most chicks hated it. But I could tell that Cullen loved it.

I pulled my cock from his mouth.

“Stay on your hands and knees,” I ordered, feeling my confidence rise.

From the way he obeyed me, I had a feeling that the boy probably got off on me calling the shots. I’d always been pretty dominant, so I decided to go for it.

I moved behind the boy and spread his legs. His cheeks separated, and for the first time, I spotted his smooth pink slit.

“Fuck!” I gasped. “Nice pink little pussy on a boy.”

“You like that?” he asked.

“Yeah!” I gazed in wonder at the small ring of his hole. “So, you’ve been wanting a big cowboy like me to fuck your little pussy?”

“Not like you,” Cullen said, looking over his shoulder at me. “I always wanted you to fuck me, Steed.”

“You ever had a man fuck you before?” I asked. “Be honest!”

“Twice,” he said swiftly. “Never one as big as you.”

“So,” I said unable to tear my eyes from his tiny entry, “how am I gonna get my big cock into your little pussy?”

“Lotion,” he said. “Or you could...” He trailed off.

“Or I could what?” I asked gruffly.

“Or you could eat my hole like you’d eat a pussy.”

I paused for a moment and stared closely at his quivering button. I had never tongued a woman’s ass much less a boy’s ass, but I was falling through the looking glass, so I decided to throw caution to the wind.

“What the hell?” I exclaimed, diving into his hole with my tongue.

As my tongue touched his ring, Cullen screamed out in rapturous pleasure.

“Oh, Steed! Oh, Steed! That feels so good!”

Licking up and down the small, pink slit, I was surprised at his taste. Cullen’s hole tasted clean and fresh—sweet and salty. It wasn’t musty like a few of the women I’d eaten. Nor was it moist and juicy like some of the other women. The boy’s asshole was delicious, his boyish, nubile scent filling my nostrils.

“Do ya like the way I taste?” he asked, moaning.

“Fuck, yeah!” I said, lapping at his hole.

Licking up and down his slit, I let the saliva flow from my mouth into his hole. I could hear him breathing heavily. In fact, he was breathing so hard that Cullen seemed close to panting. I could tell that he loved this.

As I began to slowly open his hole with my tongue, Cullen wiggled his ass to meet my invading tongue.

“Oh, Steed, you’re getting me so wet!”

As I tongued his hole deeper, I inserted my finger inside him. His body trembled.

“Jesus, you’ve got big fingers!” he groaned as I pressed into his hole past the first knuckle, and then the second.

“That’s nothing… Just wait until you feel my cock! ‘Cause I’m gonna rip you a new one!” I managed in between flicks of my tongue. “Fuck, you so tight!” I inserted my finger in and out of him. “Damn, I wanna fuck your pussy, Cullen!”

“Then please fuck me!”

Pulling his legs apart, I climbed in between them.

“Are ya sure that we shouldn’t use some lube?” he asked.

“Fuck that!” I spat. “You wanted this cock, so you’re gonna take it! I may be ignorant about a lot of things, but one thing I know how to do is fuck, so shut-up and give me your ass!”

“Yes, Sir!”

“You’ve been a little prick tease, boy! You’re gonna give me your hole or I’ll tie ya up and take it!”

“Yes!” the boy screamed out. “That’s what I’ve wanted all this time!”

I realized that I’d been right. Cullen wanted me to be rough and dominant with him. He wanted to submit to me. His putting the moves on me had been his way of trying to bring out the Alpha in me. Just because he was a boy, I would still be the man. I would do the poking and he’d take it like a bitch.

Hell, this gay sex thing was coming naturally to me. I realized, whether it was a submissive boy or a submissive chick, I was still in charge.

With precum leaking from the head of my cock, I aimed the tip at his hole. Grabbing my rod, I smeared some of my leaking natural lubrication on his pink slit.

In his jockstrap, Cullen’s smooth ass was on display like candy framed in a gift box. I was surprised as to how much I liked him in the jock.

Pressing the head of my knob against his pucker, I drove it into the lips of my ass.

As my head slowly opened his clenched hole, Cullen moaned loudly. “Fuck you’re so huge, Steed!”

“This is what you wanted, right?” I grunted as I felt his warm, tightness envelop my pole.

“Yes!” he declared. “God, I’ve wanted this for so long!”

I grabbed him by the straps of the jockstrap and continued forward into Cullen’s ass.

He’d been right. His ass was the tightest hole I had ever put my cock into.

“Damn, boy, your pussy is so tight! I’m gonna ride your ass until you are cross-eyed!”

Cullen whimpered as more of my inches slid into his slickening chute.

I leaned over him, one arm balancing on the bed and the other grabbing his taut waist. Thrusting forward, I planted all nine inches.

Cullen screamed like he’d been stabbed. Swiftly, one of my hands went over his mouth.

“Shut up, kid!” I hissed. “You wanna alert the whole damn ranch that I’m fucking your ass up in here?”

I could tell that my cock had been a definite jolt to his system, so I held steady and didn’t move.

His tightness was so intense. It was almost like my cock was in this fleshy vise, the warmth of his hole surrounding my shaft. I could actually feel his pulse thumping against my prick. In fact, he was so tight that I thought for a second that his hole would squeeze my cock off.

Slowly, I reversed my hips and then slid back into him. Cullen gradually relaxed and moaned underneath my hand.

“How does my big, fat cock feel in your little asshole?” I whispered into his ear.

He moaned loudly.

“That’s what I thought.”

I drove my prick in and out of my ass. Growing used to me, he loosened a bit more, but his little hole was still tight as fuck. His relaxing made for a better ride for me.

Fucking Cullen doggie style, I leaned down toward his ear again. “Are you through screaming? You gonna be good and be quiet so they won’t hear ya yelling all the way up to Nebraska?”

He moaned, nodding his head.

I released my hand from his mouth. With my hog still buried deep in his ass, I grabbed hold of the straps of his jock and rode his ass.

“Oh, yeah, Steed,” he said in a quieter tone. “You’re so fuckin’ huge.”

“So, this is what you’ve been wanting? You’ve been wanting my cowboy cock in your tight little pussy?”

“Yes!” he declared. “Just like this!”

I pummeled his ass with a quick, steady pace.

“Fuck, you feel so good, Cullen!” I grunted.

Balancing on his hands and knees, I could see his body bounce each time that I buried my rod to the hilt.

“I wanna get deeper!” I declared, pulling my cock out of his ass.

“Huh?” he questioned dreamily.

“Lay down on your back and spread those legs.”

Obeying my words, the hot teen plopped down on my bed. With Cullen looking up at me, I mounted him, moving my shoulders under his smooth legs.

He gasped as the head of my cock entered his stretched ring. I dove into him. I could feel my cock reaching deeper. With his eyes rolling back in his head, he bit his lower lip as I began to hammer him relentlessly.

With his legs over my shoulders, his soft hands began to play with my rock, hard pecs.

“Damn, kid,” I muttered as I leaned down over his face. “You were right about this. I could fuck your tight ass all day and night!”

“I love your cock deep inside of me,” he admitted.

The further I pressed my body down on his, the further my cock drove into him.

Sweat began to break out on my forehead and my balls slapped against his battered ass.

I looked down at this smooth boy underneath me. Taking my nine-inch cock up his ass, he was panting and moaning. At that moment, I realized that Cullen Buchanan was the most beautiful creature that I had ever beheld.

Jesus Christ! He was more gorgeous than any woman I’d ever laid eyes on! This submissive boy was perfect! Underneath me with his legs over my shoulders was where he’d always belonged.

Pulling my head toward him, Cullen looked up at me and planted a surprise kiss on my lips. At first, I was slightly taken aback. I’d never kissed a guy before, but my shock quickly waned, so I drove my tongue into his mouth.

I had been holding back, but his kiss acted on me like some sort of tonic. Kissing him back, I pounded him harder than I had ever pounded anyone before. He took all my aggression.

As our kiss continued, I felt my balls drawing up. I was close.

My girth expanded inside of him and his blue eyes widened.

“Gonna cum!” I grunted, still pummeling him.

“Shoot it in my ass, Steed! I want your cum inside of me!”

That was all I needed to hear. “Oh, fuck!”

I exploded, firing my load deep inside of Cullen.

“Holy shit!” I groaned as wad after wad of my spunk shot like a cannon from my prick.

I watched as Cullen yanked his hard cock from under the pouch of his jock. As I continued to fill his ass with my load, he jerked his dick, which looked to be about six inches or so. With the last of my seed spurting into him, I slammed my cock hard into his pussy.

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