A little over fifteen years and the War Between The States has ended and cattle rustlers and roaming gangs were ripe throughout the country west of Mississippi River. Texan cattle ranchers hard pressed by the taxes imposed still by the government to pay for the war that took soo many fathers, brothers and sons still found themselves with massive herds of the hardy breed of Longhorn cattle that adapted well to the harsh western bad lands. Many great herd had already been driven north to where the railroads were for eastern markets as well as new ranches springing up all over.
Rick was the son of one of these Texan ranchers. After his father seriously wounded and most of his men had been killed by a gang of former soldiers during a cattle drive he chose to join the Texas Rangers once his father recovers and resumed the day to day operations. Rick himself had served with General Hood’s Texas Division during the War reaching the rank of Captain having enlisted in 1862 at the age of sixteen having lied about his age. His father had served with General Sam Houston during the Texas Revolution and again during the American-Mexican War before about the time he was born.
Now at the age of thirty he was once again the Captain of a Ranger Company. Rick had a dark complexion, green eyes, brown hair made light from the intense Texas sun standing a hulking six foot three inches he stood as a giant among his compatriots. His company comprised of some twenty men of different backgrounds and ages, of which half served with him during the war. An outlaw by the name of William Jones, aka Calico Bill had been terrorizing the cattle drives moving through the state heading for Kansas along the Chisholm Trail. Calico Bill was also notorious for stage holdups and an occasional bank job.
Rick’s company had been ordered to bring the outlaws to justice dead or alive after word arrived of another stage ambush. Days drug into weeks as they searched the region thought to hide the outlaw gang. Many times stumbling upon a hastily abandoned camp and even a straggler here and there that had been wounded during skirmishes with Ranger Scouts. The prisoners would often offer up information in lieu for leniency, at which time Rick would dispatch a Ranger(s) to escort the prisoner(s) to the nearest jail.
Eventually over several months of hard trailing Rick’s company had rounded up or killed all but Calico Bill himself. His company reduced significantly from shootouts with the outlaws and the occasional run in with hostile Injuns to just Rick and Sergeant Davis whom had been seriously wounded by a Comanche arrow and which Rick left with a farmer to tend as he continued one alone into the Indian Territory after his foe.
After two weeks Rick learned that Calico had back tracked and slipped into Louisiana and out of his jurisdiction. Not to be undone by this he set out in pursuit taking passage on a riverboat along the Red River following the trail of his nemesis into Louisiana. One day he was about to give in and chose to stay at a small hotel half way to New Orleans. After sending a telegraph to the Rangers’ HQ with and update of his pursuit the clerk advised that all the rooms were full, however if he didn’t mind sharing a room he did have one bunk left. Without hesitation Rick agreed and shown to his room and his horse taken to the livery stable across the street.
Rick decided since the bath house was still open that he’d get a hot bath, something he hadn’t had in a long time of trailing his quarry. Soaking in the hot tub of water Rick was left alone by the attendant and chose to stroke himself using the suds to glide up and down. About that time another dust ridden cowpoke wandered in and began to undress and occupy the adjacent tub. Rick didn’t recognize the stranger at first yet he seemed somewhat familiar. The stranger was of average height with dark hair and blue eyes starring out through the layer of trail grime. He was well toned with a light dusting of fur that was barely noticeable until it tapered down a narrow treasure trail to a mass of dark pubic hair that surrounded a massive eight inch cock and low hanging balls that needed draining.
The stranger smiled as he eased into his hot tub of soapy water and the attendant assisted him with the towels and soap just as he had for Rick and left the two alone. Rick introduced himself leaving off that he was a Texas Ranger. The stranger looked at him and grinned, “you don’t recognize me do ya Cap? It’s me Corporal William Jackson.” “You gotta be kidding me, last time I saw you was back in ‘64 when we got ambushed by that Yank patrol and you got knocked off your horse and vanished.” The two men continued catching up on events and discovered Jackson had been captured and held as POW up north for the duration.
“I noticed you were stroking when I came in Cap, don’t let that stop you on my account as I need to do the same. Besides I saw you checking me out as I undressed.,” Jackson chimed lowly. “I have to confess, I had always thought you were sexy as hell,” he continued grinning at Rick who was rock hard. Before they knew it the attendant returned and advised their time was up and they dried off admiring each other’s physique. As they walked out of the bath house they stepped over to the hotel, “this is where I’m staying tonite Rick chimed. “So am I,” came the reply as they started up the stairs to their rooms. Stopping at the front desk for their keys the clerk looked at Rick and said “Well Captain I see you met your roommate.” The pair looked at each other and smiled as they took the key telling the clerk they had served together in the war before going up stairs.
Upon reaching the door Rick looked at Jackson to see his eyes were focused down low. Opening the door he allowed Jackson in first and as soon as the door closed behind them found himself in Jackson’s embrace and his lips pressed tight against his own. Without delay the pair began undressing each other with a rabid passion, their lips not releasing unless necessary.
The room was dimly lit from the open window and the single lamp turned down low on the dressing table next to the wash basin. As Rick pulled Jackson’s shirt over his head he stopped and held it in place as he began nibbling his neck and slowly worked his way down to his nipples making Jackson moan loudly as he bit down on em one at a time. Keeping the shirt over Jackson’s head and blindfolded somewhat he continued down into his pubes and buried his face as he licked the length of his cock and balls. The moans grew louder as Rick moved to the v-line where his crotch met his inner thighs. Continuing to to tease Rick slowly worked his way up Jackson’s torso until he reached his lips once again planting them firmly.
Without a spoken word Jackson returned the favor as he eased Rick onto one of the worn out bed as the creaking springs gave under their weight. The thin walls it was hard to not hear every moan and every spring as they explored each other head to toe. Fortunately only the clerk downstairs knew they were in the same room and he had closed up for the night and departed. The other guests were either still out at the saloons or bordello down the street.
Jackson took Rick's throbbing cock into his hungry mouth as he looked up as if seeking approval from Rick only to find Rick’s eyes glazed over and rolled back into his head as he moaned louder with every inch being sucked down. Jackson worked the massive meat slowly at first like a kid with a new stick of rock candy. He engorged himself to the point of gagging but didn’t let that stop him from savoring every delicious inch as Rick’s pre-cum oozed by the bucket it seemed. At the same time Jackson was toying a nipple with one hand as the other cupped Rick’s balls and teased his prostrate making him buck and lift his hips forcing his cock deeper as Jackson gasped for air, pulling off as he felt Rick’s massive load draw closer and closer to exploding.
Once the sensation eased off Rick pulled Jackson up settling his ass over his face and began probing him with his tongue. As if a master artist creating a new work of art, Rick’s tongue dashed and dabbed and licked its way all over his right hole driving deeper and deeper as Jackson’s moans filled the room before plunging himself back down on Rick’s aching cock that was oozing like a volcano. As Rick continued to eat Jackson’s ass, he could feel Jackson’s own hog leg oozing onto his chest begging to be released. Without hesitation Rick pulled Jackson’s cock into his throat where he massaged the fine cut of beef with his throat muscles just as his tongue had done to his ass. All he could hear was “Mmmmfffff, Mmmmmmmmmmmmffffffffff!” With that he knew Jackson was gonna blow and as if a signal had been given drunken cowboys let loose a tirade of gunshots in the streets which sent both men blowing massive amounts of man seed down each other’s throats, the noise muffling their loud moans.
Not wanting to stop both kept sucking the cock in his mouth slightly before they collapsed in each other’s arms. Jackson whispered “I have wanted to do this since we first met when the war broke out.” Rick was flattered, “I wish I had known back then, things would be a lot different. I’d have searched heaven and earth to find you after that ambush.” “Well Cap, now that you’ve found me what do you want to do with me,” he grinned. “As soon as we regain our strength a bit I’m gonna plow that sweet ass till you wish you were breaking a wild mustang! After that you’re gonna do the same to me stud.” Within minutes Rick was making good on his promise.
Rick didn’t hesitate to push Jackson back onto the bed pulling his ankles up around his shoulders as he eased his cock slowly into Jackson’s eager hole. “Please don’t be gentle Cap”, Jackson said looking up into Rick’s eyes with a grin. With that said Rick plunged in balls deep and began plowing away making both men moan and groan with ease thrust in and out. Slowly picking up speed Rick pushed Jackson’s legs further and further to his chest drawing his impaled ass even higher where he could pound harder and deeper. By the point neither of them cared who could hear their moans as the rickety bed squeaked with every thrust.
As Rick felt himself getting close he slowed down and pulled back till just the Head was inside Jackson’s ass. Carefully he rolled Jackson onto his side lifting one leg over his shoulder as he fucked him with Jackson’s legs spread like a wishbone as he drove him wild. Once again just before he blew he carefully repositioned Jackson onto all fours, still keeping his cock impaled in his ass.
Jackson was seeing stars as the pounding seemed to never cease as he’d never felt such sensations before that night. Just when he thought Rick was done he found himself in an even more intense situation as Rick leaned in drawing a sheet rolled up into a makeshift bridle as he drove in even harder than before as if riding a bucking bronco. After what had to be a good hour or more Rick let out a war hoot blowing what felt like a gallon of warm jizz deep inside. Rick didn’t pull out but instead collapsed onto Jackson’s back whispering “Your turn to ride me cowboy”. Needless to say Jackson didn’t hesitate and quickly flipped places with Rick
The next morning came and the pair awoke to the sun peeking into their room. As they got dressed they tossed the unused bed to make it look slept in before finishing dressing. As Jackson was digging through his bedroll for a fresh outfit Rick noticed several Calico shirts. The exact same shirts Calico Bill was known to wear. However suspicious Rick was he himself often wore the same type of shirts as did just about half the male population. As Rick dressed his badge fell to the floor with a ding. Quickly snatching it up Rick thought he had concealed his being a ranger, however Jackson did see it and stayed silent.
The pair made their way downstairs hoping no one had taken note of the racket they had made all night. The clerk was the same old fella that had been there the night before. Giving them a sly crooked grin and a wink as the pair departed toward the diner across the street for breakfast. Obviously it wasn’t the first time for the old codger and knew how to keep a secret.
As they ate breakfast, Jackson slipped into the conversation “I know Rick that you’re a Ranger, I’ve known for a long time now, there’s no need to hide it from me.” Rick nearly choked on the steak he was eating. Jackson continued, “I even know you’ve been trailing Calico Bill for several weeks too and that all your men have turned back with members of his gang and you’re here in Louisiana on your own and have practically given up the search. How come?”
Rick was dead silent for a few moments as he gathered his bearings again. “Well Jackson, I know exactly who Calico Bill is and where he’s at. At first I didn’t until a few weeks ago I caught glimpse of him through the binoculars as he was looking back galloping away after the last encounter with his gang. At that moment I knew exactly who he was as I had served along side of him in the war and thought he was dead.” Jackson became very still and almost turned white as a sheet as Rick continued. “I know the things you’ve done as Calico Bill, and the only reason I followed you here was that here I have no jurisdiction and hoped I could find you and ask you to give up the bandit ways and join me on my ranch, since no one ‘alive still’ can possibly identify you as the bandit you’re welcome to be my equal on the ranch, heck we could both just up and start a new life farther away from Texas together if you choose”. Jackson could only grin a mile wide and whispered in Rick’s ear his response.
The last anyone saw of the two they were boarding a river boat headed to New Orleans
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