Home on the Range

Southeastern Colorado. 1887.

My balls tensed, my shaft swelled. A load formed inside me and surged up and out of my cock. Clara’s head never stopped moving, and her lips never lost suction, immediately sucking down my cum as it spewed into her mouth. I was sitting in a large comfy chair in the corner of the room, my nails were digging into the padded arms as my orgasm overcame me. My eyes were squeezed shut and mouth hung open as I savored the feeling. I made no noise, I always tried to be quite, modesty I suppose, embarrassed perhaps.

I could hear sounds from the room next door. A rhythm alternating between muffled groans and squeaking bed springs. Someone was having fun with Tabatha, the fat redheaded whore. She was actually my first, and occasionally I’d buy a screw from her, mostly because she’d let you stick it in her ass for no extra charge. But Clara was definitely my favorite.

My sperm had stopped flowing, and I felt her release me. I opened up my eyes as she was standing up. She was beautiful, and only a couple months older than I was. She was mulatto, her mother had been a slave in Mississippi, her father was a white man. She had gorgeous black features, with fairer skin. A relatively thin frame, but a prefect hourglass shape, that was accentuated by her corset. She caught me staring at her and smiled.

“Well Bradshaw, will that be it for today?” She asked.

I snapped out of it, and realized I was still sitting with my pants down to my knees and my pecker sticking up in front of me. I jumped up and hurriedly got presentable.

“Yes, ma’am, that was great.” I finally replied.

“Well then, you be sure to come see me again soon.” She said flirtatiously. And led me out of the room.

The Diamond Girl Saloon wasn’t large, it only had three bedrooms upstairs, then again, there were only three whores. But the accoutrements were nice, and you got a free drink when you paid for the company of one of the ladies. Besides, this was a very small town, so I was grateful that this place was even here.

I received a small allowance each week for my help on our ranch, it wasn’t much, but it afforded me an afternoon at the saloon once or twice a month.. Perhaps three times if I ***********ed to only receive head, as I had just done. This wasn’t a big let down for me, as I was quite fond of it. Sex was great and all, but there was something to be said about the soothing effects of letting a woman service you with her mouth, especially when it costs almost half as much. We reached the bottom of the staircase and Clara kissed me on the cheek and turned away. I stared at her thin cotton dress clinging to her round ass, as she walked away.

I put on my hat and pulled the brim down low, trying to cover my face as I walked outside. I had been warned by my strict mother to stay away from here. I’d been caught before, and while I knew she wasn’t in town right now, I also knew that if the wrong person saw me, it would make it back to her. I looked around for any potential witnesses then made my way over to the general store to pick up an order for my mother. This was the ‘real’ reason for my trip into town.

The ride back home was nearly an hour, and by the time I got there the sun was setting and it was just about supper. The land was almost comically flat, with low grasses and trees only scattered about. It was impossible to sneak home. If the dust from the wagon didn’t give you away then the dogs surely would, and in this instance it was both. My mother was standing on the front porch, wiping her hands on her apron, food must be ready.

“Your father is already at the table.” She stated, but what she really meant was ‘you took longer than expected’.

Our ranch was only 4 years old, it started with cattle, but really found its knack with sheep, so that’s what we have now. Luckily for us we had just started doing well. We moved here from Ohio, my father opened the general store in town, but the region was popular for sheep ranches, and the appeal of ranching got the better of him, and he sold the business and bought the land.

“That was an awfully long time just to pick something up in town.” She said sternly. She was a lovely woman, but her expression was less than welcoming.

“Yes ma’am, I’m sorry, I got distracted talking with Jeremiah (the store owners son, and my friend)” I said, still sitting in the wagon.

“You didn’t go into that saloon again did you?” She questioned. My younger sister Abigail was standing in the doorway behind her.

“No ma’am!” I tried to sound sincere.

“So when Mrs. Dawson came by to tell me that that’s exactly where she saw you strolling into, she was lying?” Her voice raised, my sister smirked.

Mrs. Dawson and her husband lived just a mile away, there’s was the closest home to ours. And unfortunately for me, she was incredibly pious and rather nosey. There was no point in lying to my mother, or trying to defend my actions, the best thing I could do now was fess up and take my punishment.

“No ma’am.” My head hung low.

My mother scolded me for what seemed like half an hour, about how wrong it was to lay with women before marriage, and spend my money on booze and whores when there’s so many other things that could be of use. She told me to put the horses away and bring in the goods from the store, then I was to clean up after dinner. Abby and I get along alright, but she gets jealous that I have more freedom than she does, and that I earn an allowance for my work, so to see me screw up with that freedom and money is probably poetic justice in her eyes.

She told my father that I’d gone into the saloon again, he really didn’t care, but he felt obligated to punish me for my mother’s sake, which unfortunately for me consisted of taking me out to the barn and whooping me with a leather strap. I’d been caught at the saloon before and been whooped, and I’d been caught masturbating and then whooped, and each time I feel bad and am deterred from doing it again.. for a week or two, but eventually I always find that I have the need for a release, and I look for a way to take care of it.

It was difficult out here, our home was quaint, one story, with one bedroom for my parents, leaving my sister and I in the main living area. We begged for two beds, but my father got a good deal on one larger bed for the two of us to share, so that’s what we had. It fit both of us (barely) but resulted in uncomfortable and argumentative nights, as we made efforts to keep space between us while fighting to stretch our blankets to their limits.

We had a large property, it was originally for cattle, but when we changed to sheep we kept all the land. We were a relatively large sheep outfit, and since we had the room we tried to move our herd around to best maintain the pasture land. This meant that we would let them graze an area for a certain part of the year before moving them to another. The furthest part of or ranch was about 5 miles from the house, when we were using that land some one would have have to camp out with the herd over night for approximately four months to keep an eye out for predators, mainly coyotes. The dogs did a great job, but we still needed to be present. They’d ride back home every couple of days for supplies, or someone would ride out and bring meals, but they didn’t sleep in the house. My father and I took turns every couple weeks. But it was during these months where I was afforded the time to please myself in private. When I was out to pasture (so to speak) I had all the privacy I could ask for, save for the thousands of sheep eyes staring at me awkwardly. Then during the days that my father was with the flock and I was at the house, I could manage time out with chores in the barns or elsewhere that gave me the moments I needed to stroke my cock without being surprised by my mother or sister.

It was the beginning of May, we had just finished shearing the flock and selling off the older ones for meat. This was the time of year where we were at our lowest numbers which mostly consisted of mothers and their lambs. We were currently using the furthest pastures. We did this during the warmer months so that neither my father nor I had to sleep outside in the cold.

Tonight was my turn to head back out to the field for a couple weeks. After dinner my mother and sister loaded a wagon with food and things while I got a whoopin and stern talking to by my father. The ride out was long, bumpy and completely dark, no moon tonight. It made the trip seem to take longer as I had no way of seeing if I was getting close or not. The camp in our far pasture was marked by a single oak tree, large, leafy, and with no others for miles around. I found the camp and the flock sitting peacefully in the darkness. I unrolled my bed mat in the back of the wagon and fell asleep.

I discovered self – gratification late in life, compared to most guys my age. I’d simply never thought to try something like that, but once I heard about it from classmates it changed my world. I would’ve been content with masturbation for the rest of my life, but as my peers shared their sexual discoveries with me, curiosity and a desire for new forms of pleasure drove me to try things that I’d never imagined I would. One of the first such experimentations was to go from doing it myself, to having a partner, so to speak. While I was still masturbating they had all moved on to something new.. Livestock, in particular, sheep.

When I first heard it I was beyond shocked, and quite frankly, disgusted. I was convinced they were playing a prank on me to see if I’d do it. So I demanded proof that they’d all done it to. To my surprise they weren’t that bothered to demonstrate. This was a couple Octobers ago now, but I still remember it as one of the more bizarre moments of my life. I was at my friend Jeremiah’s home when this conversation took place. He, our friend Michael and I were out in one of his family’s barns having this discussion, when I stated that I wanted to see one of them fuck a sheep before I’d believe it. Jeremiah had almost no hesitations.

He led us out back and we all hopped the fence in to a pen. He walked up behind the nearest ewe and pulled down his pants. Now there was minimal modesty among friends, we had all gone swimming together in the nude, so seeing him expose himself wasn’t some unspeakable act, but what happened next was. He spit into his hand and began stroking himself, it took seconds and he was rock hard. He grabbed a handful of wool and lifted up the tail with the other.