The next morning
Dwayne woke looking into the eyes of a giant, black man in love.
Lamar was laying on his side with his head resting on his hand propped
up on his elbow. He was looking at Dwayne with the greatest love
in his eyes. He saw Dwayne smile at him. He leaned over and
kissed him gently. That resulted in Dwayne’s arms finding their
way around his giant and pulling him closer for a good morning
kiss. Lamar enfolded his love in his arms and returned his kiss
with gentle passion.
“Good morning
and happy birthday, young man, ‘cause today you be a man, Son.”
“Thank you,
Sir. A good morning to you, too. It’s nice to wake up and
see my giant laying next to me. I hope tomorrow morning I can
wake up as his bonded mate.”
“I hope you
will, too, baby boy, but whatever we do, it’ll be jes’ fine with ole
Lamar. You don’t have to worry yourself none about it. You
be jes’ fine the way you is. I don’t want chu’ worrying all
day. I want you to have a wonderful birthday.”
“I plan to,
Corporal Bradley, but I also plan to make damn sure you do, too,
Sir.” He smiled wickedly at Lamar. Lamar looked a bit
worried. Dwayne didn’t push it.
“C’mon, Sir,
I’ve got to report for kitchen duty, and I’ll get chu’ a cup of coffee
while I help my brother.”
They used the
bathroom at their end of the hall reserved for them. They quickly
dressed and headed down the stairs. Dwayne could hear Casey
already in the kitchen. He’d been out to raid his girlfriends and
had a basket of fresh eggs he was breaking open into a large mixing
bowl.
“Morning,
cowboys,—” Casey turned halfway around to see them, then turned
back to his job, “I don’t have to ask if you rested well.”
Casey chuckled. Lamar walked up behind Casey slipped his arms
around in front of him, gently pulled him back into him and bussed a
kiss on his neck behind his ear.
“Morning, little
brother.” Lamar said quietly in a deep bass voice.
“Wow,— thanks
for that, big bro. That jes’ made my morning.” Casey
laughed and continued to break eggs into the bowl.
Dwayne fixed
Lamar a cup of coffee and began to clean and cut up potatoes.
Casey already had fresh ham cooked and was cooking up one whole package
of bacon. He figured rightly he was going to have five hungry
cowboys that morning. He also figured correctly Lamar could eat
enough for two. Vince and Casey came in, fixed themselves a cup
of coffee, and sat down to talk with Lamar. He was telling them
all about his job as an armed guard for the admiral. Dwayne was
standing next to Casey working at the counter as the men talked.
He talked in a low voice with his brother.
“That little
matter we talked about, Case,— ?”
“Yeah, I’m ready
anytime you need me, brother.”
“After
everyone’s left, I’m gonna’ tell him I have to go shower and clean
myself real good. I’ll leave him with your dad and mine, go up,
clean myself and come to your room.”
“Do you need any
help cleaning yourself?”
“You’d help me
with that?”
“Sure, what’s a
brother for if’n he can’t help his brother git ready for his big night
of bonding with his giant.” Casey giggled. “You flush out
most of the bad stuff on your own, gimme’ a whistle, and I’ll come help
you. That little exhaust fan in your bathroom works great.
Just keep it on full and spray around in there. You don’t wanna’
kill your brother, do ya’?” Casey laughed.
“No, I don’t
wanna’ lose my brother. It’ud be like losing my right arm. Well,
you think we can take care of it in the bathroom?”
“No, it’ll be
easier on you and me if’n we jes’ go to my bedroom. That’s where
we practiced most of the time anyway. You’ll be more comfortable
there.”
“Yeah, you’re
right. Good think’n, Case. I ain’t think’n straight
today. Of course,” he added laughing, “I ain’t been
think’n too straight for sometime now.” They both broke up.
“You’re always look’n out for me, bro, and I love you for it.”
“You nervous
about tonight?”
“A little,— not
much. After what you and little bit put me through? Holy
crap! I’m surprised I have an ass left. My giant will be a
ride in the park compared to what you bozos put me through.”
Dwayne laughed and winked at Casey.
“We’s jes’ try’n
to help you out, big brother.” Casey laughed.
“Yeah, I saw
that look in little bit’s eyes when he’d lean over your shoulder and
whisper, ‘Fuck ‘em! Fuck ‘em harder, Case! Go on,
brother! He can take it!’” They broke up laughing.
“That’s only
‘cause he loves his big brother, bubba.” Casey was breaking up.
“Yeah,
right!” Dwayne said sarcastically and laughed.
* * * * * * *
Everyone began
to arrive for Dwayne’s party. My brother had become one of the
most beloved young men in our community. Everyone knew what he
went through with the Colonel, but there was little conversation about
it anymore. They all admired the way he seemed to recover and go
on with his life, even without his mother around anymore. Most
knew and were happy for him his beloved dad was back in his life, and
they were beginning to form a new, solid relationship based on respect,
love and trust.
Furthermore,
they all knew he and his dad were fighting to make a go of the
ranch. It became common knowledge his mother let the Colonel run
the place into the ground, almost to the point of bankruptcy.
They knew the young man had big responsibilities on his shoulders, but
seemed to be meeting them with good natured hard work and
perseverance. They were also happy for him his giant, black
friend who saved his life came for Dwayne’s eighteenth birthday.
Beyond that, only a few trusted, loving men in the community knew the
other reason Lamar was there.
Rance took us to
the store, and bought enough food for an army. Sticker and big
Sidney contributed most of the meat for party from the Lazy 8.
However, they also brought along a large amount of weiners and
hamburger patties. Folks could have anything they wanted.
Dwayne and I cooked up a huge pot of cowboy beans the day before.
It must have been close to five gallons of red beans with onions and
ham hocks. People went nuts over them and while everyone got some
they were gone by mid-afternoon.
We had three big
picnic tables we put together with oil cloth covers loaded with all
kinds of goodies. We had been working on this day for damn near a
week. It was all done, and we hoped we could relax and enjoy the
company. It was a wonderful crowd of loving people. They
all wanted to meet the giant hero who saved Dwayne’s life. Lamar
seemed touched by the many genuine thank you’s he received from the
folks who expressed great love and admiration for his young man.
Dwayne was proud
of his friend. Lamar was pleasant and well met. The Marines
seemed to give Lamar an added maturity he didn’t seem to have a year
ago. He gave the impression of a man who was strong and knew what
he wanted out of life. Lamar did, indeed, know exactly what he
wanted out of life, and that was his baby boy,— the love of his
life. He towered over everyone and all were more than a little
impressed by his size. They were also wowed by his equally gentle
nature.
As the day
passed, Dwayne and Lamar socialized with the folks and got separated
from each other for periods of time, but once in a while, they would
look up and catch the other’s eyes. Even from a distance their
love would pass between them.
Lamar wanted to
see my yearling. Dad and I gelded the colt because they
always seem make smarter and better roping ponies that way. They
wouldn’t be distracted by sexual urges. We were walking down to
the corral next to the barn and Sheriff Bard decided to join us.
Lamar fell in love with the sheriff’s good natured charm and wit like
everyone else, but he had a special bond with Sheriff Bard because of
the trouble he went through to protect Lamar and keep him out of
prison. For that, Lamar would always be grateful to Leland
Bard. The sheriff had his arm around Lamar. You just never
knew what was going to come out of that man’s mouth.
“Tell me, Son,—
you a little worried about tonight?”
“A little,
Sir. I mean,— I don’t expect my sweet, baby boy to do some’um
what might hurt ‘em. You knows I ain’t brag’n, Sheriff, but you
seen how big I am.”
“Yes, Son, I
shore’ do remember. Ever’ now and then I get the DVD out and go
over it again just to see if’n there’s any evidence I missed. A
good lawman will do that, you know?” he said winking at
Lamar. They shared a laugh. Lamar was beginning to know
when the sheriff was bull-shitting him, “Truth is, big man, it’s to
prove to myself I weren’t jes’ dream’n about what I saw.” The
sheriff laughed. “However,— I really don’t think you’re gonna’
have no problems. That boy can take you. You’ll see.
Jes’ you take it easy with ‘em, and he’ll open right up for you,— nice
and wide.” The sheriff smiled at Lamar.
“I ain’t sure,
Sir,— but it don’t matter none to me. I love’s him,
Sheriff. I don’t have to have that with him. We kin do
other things. I jes’ wanna’ be with my boy, Sir. My love
for him don’t got nothing to do with sex, Sheriff.”
“That’s jes’
about the sweetest damn thing I ever heard a big man say, Lamar, and
you know what, Son? You deserve a fine person to love, and there
ain’t none finer than that boy. Lemme’ ask you a question,
Son. Do you trust this old man?”
“You know’s I
trust you, Sheriff Bard,— you went to the wall for me, Sir. I’d
trust you with anything I own. I’d trust you with my life, Sir,—
and I did. My life was in yore’ hands that night, Sir. You
could’ve jes’ as easily turned yore’ back and not been bothered with
me. My life would’ve gone to hell. I probably would be in
prison right now if’n it hadn’t of been for you. You gotta’ know
I trust you, Sheriff.”
“That’s
good! That’s fine! Then trust me about this. You take
that boy this evening in the same spirit of love I saw you pour out on
him in that bathroom video, and you won’t have yore’self no
problems. That boy’s ready to open up for you. He wants you
for his mate, Son. He don’t want no other, neither. You
take him with strength and love, and you’ll have yourself the best damn
fuck of yore’ young life,— I promise.”
“Thank you,
Sheriff. I’ll do as you say, but you gotta’ know I ain’t about to
hurt the boy. I loves ‘em too much.”
“We all know
that, Son. We see the way you look at each other. Even his
daddy knows, and Rance has no problem with you taking his boy.
Hell, Rance’s been fucking him ever’ damn chance he gits in the name of
git’n him over the Colonel. ‘Twene you and me, that boy’s been
over the Colonel for a good while now.” Sheriff Bard fell out
laughing.
I showed my new
pony to the men and several others gathered to see and pet him.
He was tame and social. He loved people, and he wasn’t afraid of
them. Some brought him carrot bits for a treat. I was
already working with him to teach him to be a good roping pony.
He was smart and learned quickly. We seemed to have a
communication between us that was special.
Rance was
sitting by himself on the bunkhouse porch. Dad and I didn’t have
any hands at the time. We pretty much ran the place
ourselves. He saw Lamar standing alone and motioned for him to
come over and sit with him. Lamar sat beside Rance, and they talked for
a while.
“Son,— I know
you hear this a lot,— but damn, you’re a big man. Is it my
imagination or are you bigger than you were the last time we saw you?”
Lamar laughed and lower his head.
“Dwayne wondered
if anyone else would notice. He noticed right away, and I think
he was happy and proud of me for it. I think it’s funny his dad
would be the only one to notice today,— like father like son, I
guess.” Rance laughed with him. “Yes, Sir, I’m quite a bit
bigger. I’ve put on fifty pounds of muscle weight since you last
saw me. I don’t never go out on the town when I gits
liberty. I head straight for the gym. I don’t wanna’ git
into no trouble, so I stay pretty close to the base and saves my
money. I go workout, think about the baby boy I loves and how
much bigger I wanna’ make myself for him. I done all this for my
boy, Sir.
“Damn,
Son! You really love my boy that much?”
“A powerful lot,
Sir. It ain’t only physical love, Mr. Rance, but I do think my
baby boy is the prettiest man I ever did lay eyes on. It ain’t
jes’ no crush, neither, Mr. Rance,— I loves Dwayne. He’s a good
boy, and he promised me, he would protect me. I know,— ”
the big man said shaking his head,— “I knows it sounds stupid
coming from a man my size and being six years older’n him; however,
Dwayne done told me that,— and I believes in him, Sir. He’s
already proved it to me. He done saved my ass jes’ by love’n me,
Mr. Rance. The minute he started love’n me, my life began to
change, and what might have become a terrible situation for me, that
boy’s love and the good folks who know and love him did some pretty
wonderful thing for us.”
“You know, Son,—
I never stopped to think about it that way, but you know what?
You’re right! I saw what happened on them videos. I saw the
love what passed between you two. I believe you, Son. I
believe my boy. I believe you were sent to save my boy, and I
believe he’ll save you.” “I hopes you
don’t mind me calling Dwayne ‘my boy,’ Sir. I don’t mean you no
disrespect, Mr. Rance, I knows he’s your boy, but I jes’ like to think
on him as my baby boy.”
“Lamar, lemme’
tell you some’um, if’n it weren’t for you, there’s a damn good chance I
wouldn’t have my son to call ‘my boy.’ S’far as I’m
concerned, you have as much right to call my son ‘your boy’ as I
do. In some cultures if a man saves another’s life, the man whose
life he saved becomes his servant. ‘Sides, Son,— after tonight,
he’s gonna’ be your boy for damn sure. You ain’t been around him
like we have. You’re all that boy can think about. He
worships you. You ain’t worried about tonight, are you.?”
“The sheriff
asked me that, too. It seems like a lot of folks wants to see us
happy in our bed tonight. I think that’s so kind and special of
you folks. It ain’t gonna’ upset you, is it, Mr. Rance?”
“No! No,
not at all, Lamar. Ever’ body’s jes’ s’damn glad for the two of
you, Son. They wanna’ see you two happy together. That
includes me, Lamar. All I want for my boy’n you is to be happy,—
and you are his happiness, Son. He wants to become yore’
boy. He wants to share his life with you. My boy’s dead
serious about it. He loves you. I won’t lie to you. If you
two decide to live together, you’re gonna’ hafta’ share him with his
old man once in a while, but that ain’t gonna’ be too often. I’ve
gotten awful spoiled by that tight little ass of his, and I don’t think
I kin jes’ give it up overnight. He thinks he’s got me believing
he still needs me fuck’n him to get ‘em over the Colonel. Hell,
he was over the Colonel the first night I fucked him.” Rance and
Lamar laughed.
“I don’t have no
problem with you make’n love to your boy, Mr. Rance. I might even
sneak a peek through the keyhole and watch, Sir.” They both
laughed again.
“Hell, Son, you
don’t hav’ta do that,— come in, pull up a chair and watch. I
ain’t shy. Don’t make me no never mind,— he’s still gonna’ git
fucked, and I’m sure he’d love it.” Rance laughed. “But,
jes’ once, Son,— jes’ once,— you gotta’ let me watch you fuck him with
that big dick of yours.” Rance almost fell off the porch
laughing, so did Lamar. He thought Rance Harding was one of the
finest men he ever met. He was right.
“I don’t knows
if he can take me anyways, Mr. Rance. I guess you saw on the
video how big I am. I don’t never wanna’ hurt my baby boy.
I loves him too much, Mr. Rance.”
“I know you do,
Son. I wouldn’t let you go with him if I thought you
didn’t. Trust me,— he’s ready for you. He’ll open right up
for you. He wants you for a mate, Son. Love can do some
pretty miraculous things to a body.”
“Sheriff Bard
told me the same thing, Sir. I guess I’ll try,— if’n he offers it
to me.”
“If he offers it
to you? Woah! Does a frog have a water tight asshole,
Son?” Rance asked laughing.
“Yes, Sir, Mr.
Rance,— I suppose'n it does.” Lamar said smiling.
“Trust me,—
he’ll offer it up to you. That’s all the hell he’s been think’n
about for the last year. He’s ready for you. He can’t wait
to git chu’ inside him.”
“Well, you knows
I won’t hurt ‘em, Sir.”
“I know you
won’t, Son, you jes’ ain’t that kind a’ man. Jes’ be gentle but
firm with him, and you’ll have yourself one hell of a fuck.” “Thank you, Mr.
Rance, Sir. I appreciate you tell’n me that.”
“What’s a dad
for, Son?” Rance smiled at Lamar and patted him on the
back. “I ain’t losing a son, Lamar,— hell,— I’s gaining me
another son,— the biggest damn son I could ever wish for.” * * * * * * *
The day came to
an end and people slowly left. It seemed like everyone was having
a great time and didn’t want it to end; however, it finally got down to
dad, Rance, Sticker, big Sidney and our little brother. Dwayne
excused himself and told Lamar he was going to clean up. He’d be
a while and his brothers would probably be with him. Lamar looked
at him, smiled and nodded his head, but he didn’t say anything.
Dwayne told him he’d be back down when he was through. The men
knew what we were up to. They kept Lamar busy in conversation and
listening to their wild stories.
We helped our
brother, but it didn’t take us as long as we thought it might. We
were finished in about forty-five minutes. We walked back
downstairs with him. He sat down next to Lamar, and we joined the
men to listen to their stories. After a bit, Sidney said they
should take off. They said their goodbyes and wished Lamar and
Dwayne well. It seemed like everyone knew this was their first
night together, and they wanted them to be happy. Lamar was
impressed by everyone’s love, concern, and sincerity.
The five of us
talked some more until dad started yawning. I was right behind
him, I was about to pass out. It was a long day. I’ve
worked on the ranch all day and never felt that tired before. I
guess giving a party and having folks over really takes it out of a
body. Dad and I excused ourselves and Rance did, too. We
went upstairs, I helped dad with his shower, and we went to bed.
We heard Rance use our bathroom and go to his room. Lamar and
Dwayne were still sitting on the couch talking quietly with Lamar’s big
arm around him holding him close.
“Did ju’ go up
there with your brother’s to clean yourself like we done that night.”
“Yes, Sir.
They helped me.”
“I thought
so. They’s good men to do that for you. They love’s you a
lot, Son.”
“I love them,
too, Sir.”
Lamar leaned
over, met Dwayne’s lips and gently kissed him. Dwayne kissed him
back equally gently.
“Is my baby boy
ready for his man to take him up to his bed?”
“I am so ready,
Sir. You are my man, Lamar. You always will be. I
love you so much.”
They kissed once
more. Lamar stood, reached down with his two big hands, put one
under Dwayne’s knees, the other around his back and lifted him like a
feather into his arms. Dwayne was stunned by the big man’s
strength. He didn’t feel the least bit afraid Lamar might drop
him. Lamar pulled him to him and kissed him again. He
turned and carried Dwayne up to the bedroom. He laid him gently
on the bed and kissed him again.
Lamar set on the
side of the bed, and Dwayne got up to help him with his boots. He
took them off of him and set them aside. He went to the door,
closed it, returned to find Lamar had his shirt off and was stepping
out of his Wranglers. He turned and looked at Dwayne, looked down
at his penis and smiled. He was about half hard already in
anticipation. He moved to the bed and indicated for Dwayne to
undress. Dwayne turned off the lights and quickly
undressed. There was enough ambient light in the room they could
easily see each other. It was a warm,
soft, mid-summer’s night and Dwayne had the windows open. He
finished undressing and move to the bed into his giant’s arms. Lamar
held him tight as they kissed a more passionate kiss than they had
since Lamar came home. They were kissing, Lamar was feeling
Dwayne’s body and he was feeling his giant’s. There was so much
of Lamar to feel. Lamar ran his giant hand over his young man’s
butt and was going to play with his hole when his hand hit something
hard. He felt around and knew immediately what it was. His
baby boy’s butt was plugged. Dwayne’s brothers worked with him
for months to get the biggest of the two plugs in his butt. It
was the plug the Colonel made Lamar wear.
“Is that the
plug the Colonel made me wear, boy?”
“Yes, Sir, my
brother’s helped me learn to take it so’s when you took me you didn’t
have to worry none about opening me up or hurt’n me. You jes’
pops it out when you’re ready to take me and replace it with your
beautiful, black dick.”
“You done that
for ole Lamar, baby boy?”
“Yes, Sir.
I love you, Sir, and I wanna’ be good for you. I want you to take
me, Lamar. I want to be the first to take all of you within me
and the first to take your come, Sir. You’re my hero, Lamar, you
deserve to empty your seed into someone who truly loves you. You
deserve to shoot your load into me, Sir. I need for you to,
Lamar. I need you to be my man. I want you to make me
yours, Sir.”
“Oh, sweet baby,
my boy child, I loves you so damn much. If you want ole Lamar to
be your man,— he’s gonna’ do his damnest to be what chu’ need.
You be our guide and protector, and I’ll be your husband, Son.
The men who loves you done told me you’s ready for me. Is that
true, baby boy? Is you ready to give yore’self up to your man,
boy?”
“I’m ready,
Sir. Please, Sir, take your baby boy. Make him yours,
Sir.”
They made more
love and Lamar played with the big plug in Dwayne’s ass fucking him
gently with it. He was driving Dwayne crazy as he pushed back to
take his man’s gentle fucking. Dwayne noticed his giant was
almost completely erect. Lamar was harder than Dwayne ever saw
him, and it was an awesome sight. Dwayne had just a moment’s
doubt when a wee small voice in his head told him,
‘Now cut that
out, bubba! We trained ju’ better’n ‘nat. You can take that
big man. You know you can. You’ll do jes’ fine. Casey
and I love you very much. Make your brother’s proud of you,— you
make that big, handsome. black man feel at home in your butt.’
‘I will, I know
I can take him, little bit. I appreciate what chu' and Case done
for me. I love you both, little bubba. There,— I done
told ju’ I love you,— now, get the fuck, outa' my head and lemme’ be
with my man.’
‘I love you,
too. I jes’ wanted to wish you well, bubba. Goodnight.’
‘Goodnight,
little brother.’ Logan was gone from his mind.
Dwayne knew
little bit was gone. He learned the feeling when little bit was
roaming and touching his mind. Little bit no longer could hide in
the recesses of Dwayne or Casey’s mind and observe. They quickly
learned how to detect him and how he felt the minute he touched their
minds. Much to little bit’s surprise and amazement, his big
brother learned how to lock him out, and Dwayne was teaching his
brother. Casey was learning fast. Dwayne felt little bit
knocking on his mind’s door and allowed him in for a minute. He
could have just as easily locked him out, but he didn’t.
Dwayne reached
over to a drawer in the night table next to the big bed and retrieved a
towel and some lubricant. He made a an effort to lube his giant’s
huge dick with as much sensuality as he could muster. His man was
responding in kind. His giant became like a stallion in rut ready
to take his mare in estrus. Dwayne handed his giant the
towel. Lamar reached down, surrounded the big plug with his thumb
and forefinger, squeezed them around the base of the plug and with one
swift, sure movement, popped it out into the awaiting towel.
Lamar was ready
with his big dick and placed it at Dwayne’s hole. He leaned over
and kissed his love gently as Dwayne felt his giant enter him for the
first time. There was no problem for the young man. The
giant took him with ease. There was no stretching or initial
pain, just the wonderful sensation of being filled by his man.
His giant felt ten times better than that damn rubber husband his
brothers worked him over with for months. This was the real
thing. This was what he dreamed about for over a year and a
half. This was his man inside his body filling Dwayne with his
love. This was his giant whom he pledged his life to protect. Dwayne
perversely wished he’d talked Lamar into making a video of him taking
Dwayne to send to the Colonel for a sadistic treat. What the
Colonel originally planned as a sadistic fuck for his step-son was now
becoming the most sensual and loving experience of his young
life. He could feel more and more of his giant entering
him. He wasn’t afraid. Dwayne knew beyond a shadow of a
doubt he could take all of his man. He could tell his giant was
taking him with all the love and compassion in his huge body. The
more of Lamar he felt enter him the more relaxed Dwayne became.
All the months of work and preparation were paying off and was more
than worth it for this moment.
He could feel
the ecstacy his giant was feeling to be entering another’s body without
them complaining or crying he was hurting them. It seemed like
there was no end in sight how much of himself Lamar could feed his
young man. Lamar was about three quarters of the way into Dwayne
and stopped.
“I should
probably stop there, child. That’s more’n anybody’s ever taken of
me before, baby boy, and you feel so damn good. Ole Lamar won’t
have no problem coming in yore’ tight little butt with that much in
you.” Lamar whispered to Dwayne.
“No,— don’t
stop, Sir,— I need all of you. If I’m gonna’ be yore’ bonded
mate, I must give all of myself to you, not just three quarters worth,
it must be all, and you must take all of me to claim me. Don’t
chu’ worry none, you ain’t a’ gonna’ hurt me. If it starts to
hurt, I’ll let chu’ know. I’m clean inside. I made sure,
there ain’t nothing else in there so’s I could make room for my giant
man, and I need all of him. I want to feel all of your love
inside me, Sir.”
Lamar wondered
to himself if the boy might, indeed, be able to take the rest of
him. He never found anyone who could take even as much of his
cock as he had inside his handsome, young cowboy right now. Of
course, they were all women who couldn’t even take half of him before
crying out. He never thought of trying to fuck a man. Lamar
remembered the sheriff’s words, to trust him,— the boy would open up
and take him. He remembered the words of Dwayne’s own
daddy. Rance told him his son would open right up for him.
Did these good men know something he didn’t about his baby boy?
He decided he had to find out. It was too much of a temptation
for him and Lamar trusted Dwayne to let him know if he was hurting him.
Slowly, but
surely, with a strong intent, Lamar sunk the rest of his enormous penis
into his young, handsome cowboy. He had tears come to his big
eyes and drop onto Dwayne’s face. It was the best feeling Lamar
ever felt in his entire life. His organ, his manhood, his penis,
his male pride was completely surrounded by another person’s
body. It was the first time it ever happened for him. It
was a wonderfully moving moment for the giant. He leaned over and
began to kiss his love. Dwayne felt his ass dilate for his man,
and he was comfortable. Dwayne had a smile on his face of a man
satisfied with himself.
“Now, don’t chu’
cheat me none, Sir. I need all of you in me.”
“I ain’t got no
more to give you, baby boy. It’s all inside yore’ fine, handsome,
cowboy butt. It’s the first time my big dick has ever been
completely within another’s body, and to think,— I’m completely inside
my beautiful baby boy. You can’t know what this mean to me,
Dwayne. I never counted on you take’n all of me. I would’ve
been satisfied with anything we done. I didn’t fall in love with
you jes’ to fuck you, child. I loves all of you, boy. How
does yore’ man feel in your little butt, Son.”
“Humm,— it feels
mighty fine, Sir. Feels like it belongs there. I think it’s
found itself a home, Sir. Make a little love to me, Sir, and fuck
me slowly.”
Lamar couldn’t
believe what just happened and his feelings were running wild
everywhere in and on his body. He remembered night after night
going to the gym in frustrations dreaming of this boy who lay beneath
him, just to hold him in his arms and make love to him would’ve been
enough; but this,— this was an unexpected, new and wonderful
world. He was beginning to think maybe Dwayne was sent to
him. There was no question in Lamar’s mind, he was going to make
the boy his mate. He was going to fuck him until he shot his load
as far up inside his cowboy as he could get it. He was going to
consummate this bonding by shooting his load into his love. He
had never ejaculated having sex with anyone before. If he shot
his load this time, he would surely make this young man his. He
began to slowly fuck Dwayne as he requested.
Dwayne began to
writhe under him feeding his ass up to the giant each time he shoved
his huge dick in again. Lamar never experienced anything so
wonderful and sensual in his life. This was beyond
wonderful. His baby boy’s cowboy ass was a glimpse of heaven; the
promise land for a physical giant. He was glad now he went to the
gym to work out for his baby boy. He felt like a bull in
rut. He felt bigger, more powerful and stronger than he ever felt
in his life as he hovered over his cowboy. He allowed himself to
feel like the man he was; strong, powerful, masculine, virile, and hot
as hell at the moment.
He knew he was
ready to claim this young man for his own. He felt like he could,
indeed, become this boy’s man,— his husband. Dwayne kept urging
him on, more and more with his ass to fuck him a little harder, a
little faster. Lamar complied and began to take some test strokes of
really long, deep fucking, and Dwayne responded with sounds of
pleasure. Was his big cock really bringing the boy
pleasure? It had never brought anyone anything but pain
before. He stopped for a minute with his penis all the way in
Dwayne and kissed him gently. He could feel his baby boy pushing his
ass up to get as much of his giant’s cock in him as he could.
Lamar would
respond by feeding him just a little more until there was nothing left
to feed him. Still Dwayne’s ass was trying to get more. As
he kissed his cowboy, Lamar gently withdrew a couple of inches and let
the weight of his heavy body slowly sink his blood engorged penis back
into Dwayne. Dwayne continued to kiss Lamar and moan deeply in
his throat. Lamar tried again, and Dwayne put his ass up even
higher to meet his giant’s thrust. Still he continued to kiss his
love and heard him moan more in pleasure. He broke off his kiss,
lay his forehead on the bed next to Dwayne’s and spoke softly to him.
“Baby boy,— I’m
hearing you moan and sigh. Are you enjoying yore’ man’s big,
black cock in your sweet little cowboy ass?”
“Oh, yes,
Sir. You feel even better than I dreamed you would. I’m
giving my all to you, Sir. Take me for your own. I want you
to fuck me ‘til you come inside me. I love you so damn much,
Lamar.”
“Oh, sweet, baby
boy, I loves you, too. You lay back and make yourself
comfortable, ole Lamar’s gonna’ see if he can do us some good. I
ain’t never done me much fuck’n before, so it might take old Lamar a
little while to find his sea legs. You be feed’n that tight,
pretty little ass of yours up to yore’ man begging him for more.
It’s time your husband takes over the fuck’n and make’s it wonderful
for his cowboy.
Yore’ daddy done
told me you’d open right up for me and you did. The Sheriff, he
done told me, too. He told me if I trusted him to tell the truth,
you’d be able to take all of me. I trust the sheriff, but I still
had my doubts. I should’ve never doubted ju’ baby boy. They
was right, Son. You feel so damn good to me. I’m shore’ as hell
gonna’ trust that sheriff from now on. Anything that man tells ole
Lamar,— he’s gonna’ believe as gospel.”
Lamar pulled out
almost to the head of his long, big dick and slowly sunk it back into
the depths of his cowboy’s butt. Once again he felt his love push
his ass up to meet his thrust. He knew Dwayne was not going to
just lay back and let him do all the work. His man was a
cowboy. His boy knew how to ride. He knew his cowboy planned to
work just as hard to get his giant’s come as Lamar would to give it to
him. Dwayne’s intensity only made the giant’s penis harder.
Lamar couldn’t remember a time his dick ever got as hard as it was at
that moment. He felt like he could fuck his baby boy for the rest
of the night,— no, for the rest of his life.
Fuck all those
crazy thoughts he had about training Dwayne to fuck him in the
butt. Lamar knew this was where he belonged. This was his
calling to be this boy’s man. This is where his baby boy
belonged,— underneath his big, loving, black, body getting the shit
fucked out of him. Lamar suddenly took on a new persona even
Dwayne noticed, and it thrilled him. Lamar was going to take care
of his boy child,— his cowboy. He would provide him with what he
needed, and he knew what Dwayne needed right then, more than anything
else in the world, was for his man to spill his seed deep within his
body. He wasn’t going to waste another minute consummating this
bond. Dwayne would be his. With one last long kiss, Lamar
conveyed to his cowboy to hang on tight, he was going to get the ride
of his life. Dwayne couldn’t have been more ready.
Lamar started to
fuck his boy with short strokes aimed at not taking his cock out too
far from the warmth and comfort it felt deep in Dwayne’s butt. He
fucked and fucked his boy, moving only a few inches out of his ass then
slamming back into him. Something clicked within the big man and
Dwayne felt it. All of a sudden it was like his giant pulled out
all the stops and was learning his best stride in his fucking. He
seemed to find a bigger, deeper stroke was doing the job better for
him. It certainly was doing it for his baby boy. Dwayne
could feel himself building toward climax and wondered if his giant was
anywhere close. Lamar bellowed out in his deep bass voice.
“I’m claim’n
yore’ sweet little ass for mine, boy. That’s my little ass I be
fuck'n with my big, black dick, boy. That ass belongs to
me! I’m fuck’n my handsome cowboy I’ve loved all year, and I’m
gonna’ make him mine tonight. I’m gonna’ shoot my hot, black man’s come
deep in your little ass, boy. I’s jes’ about there, Son.
‘At’s it! ‘At’s it! Feed me that pretty little ass!
Serve it up good'n hot to your man, boy! Give yore’self to him
like you promised! Give it up to me, baby boy! Yeah!
Damn! Yeah! Offer up yore' fine little butt to your
husband; give him all he wants and needs, Son. Kiss me baby boy
like we done in that bathroom over a year ago. Offer your man a
little more of your sweet cowboy soul, I’ll give you a little more of
my soul and the gift of my love so far up yore’ buckaroo butt, it ain't
never gonna' see the light of day. Kiss me, boy!”
Lamar covered
Dwayne’s mouth with his and started making furious love to him like he
did in the bathroom when he fucked Dwayne’s ass with the plug.
Dwayne could feel the big man’s rhythm building and building. He
knew his man was near. Dwayne felt he could hold his load for
only a moment longer. ‘No, damn it! Oh, God,— there I
go! I can’t hold it no more!’ thought Dwayne. He
began to explode his hot load all over himself and his giant.
Each time his man would pump another stroke into him, Dwayne would
erupt again until he had no more left in him. He was drained;
however, Dwayne didn’t miss a stroke and even though he already came he
still kept feeding his ass up to his man.
Lamar felt
Dwayne’s ass clamp down hard on his huge dick as it spasmed in
orgasm. Lamar’s entire body began to shudder as his come came
rushing up through the length of his big, black penis and began
erupting within his boy’s ass. He was filling his boy with
copious amounts of his black man’s come. He was making his boy
his. 'Oh, God! Oh, God! Thank you, God! My man,— my
husband is coming in my ass. He's taking me for his own. He
is my husband, and I will be his mate.' thought Dwayne.
Lamar shot yet
another volley and began to feel light headed it was so hard and sweet.
Still they kissed their passionate kiss and Lamar continued to fuck his
boy. He was claiming Dwayne’s ass for his own. The giant man
shuddered once more and shot his third and final volley into his boy.
He stopped, held
his massive shaft all the way within his cowboy, and allowed the
sweetness of his cock to pump the rest of his come into Dwayne’s
ass. Once again, at that moment, the two men exchanged a small
part of their souls; their essence; their being; their love. They
now belonged to each other.
Lamar collapsed
on top of Dwayne and pulled him to his side so he could keep his dick
in him but still make love to him. They lay there making love for
a good while. Once in a while Lamar would pull out a bit and
gently shove his big dick back into his baby boy. Dwayne would go
crazy and make more love to his giant.
“I done told
yore’ daddy, I was gonna’ claim you for my own and make you mine
tonight. That wonderful man,— he gimme’ his blessing. I
told him about how I rarely go out when I have liberty. If I do,
it’s only in the day time. I don’t wanna’ do nothing to get me
into trouble so’s I can’t come home to see my sweet cowboy. I go
directly to the gym and works out hard. Yore’ daddy was the only
man to say anything about me being bigger. I told him I added
almost fifty pounds of muscle weight for you, baby boy. I wanted
to look good for my baby boy when I come to him; to hold him in my arms
and make love to him. I agreed to share you with yore’ daddy,
boy. He’s a good man, and like I done told ju’ before, you will
always serve your little ass up to that good man anytime he wants it,—
understand, baby boy?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Yore’ daddy
done told me you wanted me to make you mine, and he told me to take you
for my own. Tonight you gave yourself to me so sweetly. You’re
mine now, boy. You belong to this giant man. I own yore’
ass, Son. I'm yore' big, black husband now. I don’t wanna’ live
without you, baby boy. I need ju,’ cowboy. I wanna' be your man.”
“You are my man,
Lamar. You know you’ve been my man since you first kissed me in
that bathroom over a year ago. I never wanted you to let me go
then. I wanted to run away with you, hide us from the world, and
have you fuck me sweetly like you jes’ done. My man fucked me so
damn good, tonight. There ain’t no man alive what could’ve taken
me better than you jes’ done. My husband is a big, handsome,
black stud. I’m wearing his seed way up inside me. How did
it feel coming inside me, Sir?” “It felt like I
wanted to run outside and shout the stars down from the sky, one by
one, baby boy. It felt like a wanted to sing praises to our Maker
and reach up and touch His face with my black hand. Best of all,
baby boy,— it made me feel like a man. It made me feel like I
finally have something to call my own what’s worth having. Fuck
all that nonsense about me get’n my ass fucked. I liked it when
it was being done to me, but that was another man I don’t know
today. I don’t never wanna’ do that no more. That man
weren’t the real Lamar, Son. You’s got the real Lamar up your
fine cowboy butt right now. This is what I was meant to be,
Dwayne. This is why God sent me to you, baby boy,— He done meant
for me to be your husband. Don’t mean you couldn’t throw a hot
cowboy fuck in my ass once in a while. I know’s I’d enjoy having
my cowboy fuck me good. I need you, Dwayne, and I know you need
me as much as I need you. You know you needs me to be your
husband, and God above knows, ole Lamar shore' nuff needs to be yore’
man.”
“I believe you,
Sir. I think we exchanged a little more of our souls with that
fuck. That was so much better than the bathroom; although, I’ll
remember that night all my life.”
“You’re right,
cowboy, it happened to us again. I guess that’s why I’m saying
all this shit. I get carried away when I thinks about you.
When I’m on guard duty I think about you. I think about yore’
pretty face. I think about your pretty little round butt. I
think about holding you in my arms like we’s doing now and making sweet
man love to you. I think about tell’n you the secrets of a giant
man’s heart. I dream of taking you like we jes’ done, but never
thought it might happen. Then I go to the gym and all I kin think
of is making myself bigger and better for you, my handsome
cowboy. Bottom line is, baby boy, this giant black man loves you,
Son.”
“Oh, God, Lamar,
you once told me never to doubt your love for me, and I never have,—
not once. During this last year your love has sustained me in my
darkest moments. You’re in my every waking thought. You’re
in my dreams. I lay awake at night dreaming of what we jes’ done,
holding you, and talking softly like we be doing right now, with you
still inside me keep’n you warm and safe from the world. My love
will protect you, my giant husband. I will always protect my
mate, Sir. You are my man, Lamar, you always will be. I
love you so much.”
They knew they
had become as one even before this night, in the upstairs bathroom of
the Harding ranch house. This night only consummated their
bond. This night put the final period at the end of their
sentence. Their love was contained within them. Lamar was
their strength and power, and Dwayne was their stability and
protection. Apart they were little more than two individuals
floundering in an insane world,— a world neither one fully understood;
however, together, they became an imposing force for the world to sit
up and take notice of;— for the universe to consider in its passing. They lay hooked
together enjoying the warmth of their passion, until the young cowboy’s
giant, black man began to grow strong within him once more and took him
again; this time, as a more skilled and learned lover. Lamar was
beginning to bloom into a man who knew what he wanted, and if offered
to him, he was going to take it and make it his. It was offered
to him, and the giant, black man made this precious boy child, this
handsome young cowboy, whom he was willing to lay down his life for,—
his bonded mate.
After their
third exhaustive fuck, there was no doubt in either of their minds,
neither could live without the other in their lives. They kissed
once more, but this kiss was one of bonding. It was one of gentle
understanding, of an all consuming passion for the love within them,— a
fusion of their souls. It was as it is,— it is as it was,— the
alpha and omega of the universe, the beginning and the end, the power
of all creation which reduced to its essence becomes less incalculable
than a single kiss.
* * * * * * *
The next
morning, Dwayne managed to suck his man off and took his strong morning
come. It was the sweetest stuff Dwayne ever had in his mouth, and
he savored its flavor as he slowly swallowed volley after volley.
He carried enough of his man’s seed within his body to become
him. The two men were at peace within their souls. They
were at peace with the world. The had become as one with the
universe.
They slowly
descended the stairs the next morning holding hands. They had to
be touching each other in some manner. They walked into the
kitchen to find my dad, Rance, also Sticker, Sidney and our little
brother who were invited for breakfast. They stood there, holding
hands, with contented smiles on their faces. Lamar looked at
Dwayne, Dwayne looked up at his giant, he started blushing and Lamar
started changing colors from dark navy-blue to black and back again.
“Lord a-mighty,—
would ju’ look at them two? Vince Longhorn spoke quietly in awe
to the assembled men.
“Incredible.”
said Sidney.
“Awesome, big
brother.” said Logan.
“Amazing.”
said Sticker.
“I told him
yesterday afternoon I weren’t losing my boy to him, I was gaining me
the biggest damn son a man could ever wish for. Welcome to the
family, Son.” Rance spoke to Lamar.
“Thank you, Mr.
Rance. Ya’ll make me feel like I’s a part of yore’ family.”
I brought them a
cup of coffee, and they sat down as close to each other as
possible. Our little brother was helping me with breakfast, and
dad was cooking up ham and bacon. Sticker was still amazed.
The two men positively glowed. There was an aura of love
surrounding them you could almost reach out and touch. It was
almost like you could take a basket and harvest it. You certainly
could feel its presence, its strength, its power, and surprisingly, its
gentleness. All the good and wonderful things that goes into the
making of the souls of any men of worth.
“Did the sheriff
or I lie to you, Son?” Rance asked Lamar wickedly.
“Naw, Sir, Mr.
Rance. I done told yore’ boy here, I’ll believe anything them two
men tells me from now on as gospel truth.”
We all laughed
with Rance and Lamar. It was a wonderful morning. Nothing
was rushed or hurried. We sat around for an hour or more after
breakfast talking about everything and nothing. No one wanted to
get up and leave the company of such a formidable presence as Lamar and
Dwayne. Little bit and I were more than a little proud of ourselves for
having some small part in helping to make our big brother’s bonding to
his giant a success. Little bit and I could only imagine what
took place in that bedroom and we bit our knuckles in mock jalousie.
And thus, the
giant, black man and his young, handsome cowboy, his baby boy, set out
on their journey through this world together. They were separated
many times over the first several years. Lamar found a home in
the Marines and reenlisted for another four year hitch. Of
course, he didn’t until there was much discussion with his mate about
their future. It wasn’t really such a bad decision on Lamar’s
part as it might sound at first. He was home in his cowboy’s arms
with every leave he had. Thanksgiving and Christmas he spent with
Dwayne and his extended family in our community. He became a
welcome face in many homes over the years. Lamar, the giant,
black man was recognized by everyone in our small community as a man of
worth,— a black pearl of great value.
End of Chapter
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