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The men never stayed in the same spot for more than a few days. Every day had its fresh set of new possibilities. The only thing consistent in their journey was Ethel's state: tired and sticky with cum.
Whenever Oscar would bring him along to catch dinner, he would always end up between the boy’s quivering thighs, eating his cunt out and getting his mustache wet with Ethel’s cunt juices. Although Ethel didn’t have a hand steady enough to shoot a hunting rifle, Oscar managed to find a use for the boy. What Ethel lacked in survival skills, he made up for with his holes.
”How’d I do, sir?"
"Ya’ did alright, son," Oscar would answer Ethel as they rode back to camp on horseback after their fruitful hunting trip, with the boy sitting prettily on Oscar’s lap, his cunt obscenely stretched, warming the hard cock fully inside him. The horse’s slow pace providing enough friction for Ethel to cum a couple of times before Oscar. Any bypasser close enough could see Ethel’s pants pulled slightly down and possibly the crude, wet view between his thighs. Ethel felt grateful for the hat on his head, shielding him from the curious gazes.
Ethel hadn’t pleasured himself in a long time, which is something he used to do often before going to bed. Ever since he met Joe and his friend, his holes have been met by things more impressive than his nimble fingers, which certainly never breached as deep as those cowboys did.
His days mostly consisted of taking care of the men’s needs. On most days, he would wake up under Oscar every morning, his cock still deep in one of his holes from the night before, if it hadn’t slipped out in their sleep.
Sometimes, he wouldn’t know which of the men was on top of him when he would wake up to a cock fucking into him; he would just know that it felt good. But soon after, his drowsiness would fade, followed by an overwhelming sensation coming from the slow thrusting on his sensitive walls. He would know who was fucking him, not by their voice or the way they moved their hips, but by which hole they were fucking. It seems as if it was a covert rule between Joe and Oscar, where one of them would always have his cunt and the other his ass. However, they don’t seem to mind sharing the boy’s mouth and the rest of his sensitive buttons.
Joe wasn’t tough to please. He was, however, an insatiable fuck machine.
He enjoyed having Ethel sit between his thighs, sucking on his morning wood, while he and Oscar had breakfast and coffee by the fire. This wouldn’t be his first or last time doing this morning chore, for it has been part of his daily routine for a while now. Joe would pet the boy’s soft hair while deep in his throat, throwing proud smiles from under his mustache at the boy, who looked like a helpless kitten trying to feed. Ethel wouldn’t waste a drop of cum; he’d gotten used to the interesting taste of it.
Ethel wasn’t an early bird, but that never kept him from warming Joe’s cock, sitting heavy in his mouth with his face so close to the cowboy’s untrimmed forest of a bush.
The man in Ethel’s mouth, as well as Oscar, had their faces sketched on every "WANTED" poster back in town, with a bounty on their heads so great that it kept every bounty hunter in the district on the lookout for them.
But the cowboys’ nefarious status didn’t deter Ethel from falling under the spell of Joe’s glorious muscles. The long trail of hair traveled up his groin to the defined muscles of his stomach, which were revealed under his lazily worn open shirt. His pecs were magnificent planes of muscle, covered in a dark thatch of hair. Unlike his tanned skin, Joe’s nipples stood pink and hard among the mess of hair from the cool morning breeze. Ethel’s mouth watered even more, which proved useful since he still had his warm cock in his mouth.
By now, Ethel knew what both men enjoyed, what position they liked fucking him in, and how Joe liked his cock slowly stroked with lovely pecks on his bulbous head, while Oscar preferred to fuck his face roughly. He knew when and how to present his cunt whenever he wanted a favor from either one of them. Playing the part of a stupid slut was easy for him.
The men took their time eating and planning their next move in this wild game of western chest, which gave Ethel more time to play with the cock in his hands, giving his head loving kisses while stroking him with both hands. And more often than not, Joe would give in to the boy’s sluttish wants and let himself cum down his throat, and Ethel delighted in seeing Joe’s tough exterior break as the man whimpered and shot Ethel’s face with thick robes of cum, painting his cheeks and lips and dripping down his chin. And he made sure to give a few final strokes to fully milk the cowboy.
Pride would wash over him whenever he was reminded of the fact that he had kept these two outlaws satisfied and happy, and they couldn’t go a day without using him.
So much for his childhood dream of becoming a sheriff.
”What do we say now, princess?” Joe uttered after gulping down the last of his coffee, looking down at the boy who was still busy cleaning the aftermath off his cock.
“mmmh~ th- thank you, sir,”
Joe took liberty in pulling the boy's pants down and humping his ass whenever he wanted—in the middle of camp, on a tree stump, or by the river where they washed. The man wasn’t to blame; Ethel’s body was truly captivating, and the way his ass moved when he walked was basically an invitation. Besides, his habit of walking naked around camp was enough to make any man go feral and tear the panties off the boy, which he had his fair share of back in town.
Aside from the daily fucking by both men, Ethel wasn't exactly obligated to do much of what he was doing. He didn't have to go with Oscar on his hunting trips; he didn't have to do his daily task of sucking Joe’s cock every morning; and he certainly didn’t have to walk around camp naked, wearing nothing but an open shirt and his old cum-stained panties. Although both men fucked aggressively and didn't care much about the boy finishing or not, he always managed to cum and squirt pathetically around one of their cocks.
On some unfortunate nights, he'd wake up with his cunt itchy and needy, and he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep until either Joe or Oscar would wake up from their sleep to the boy’s pathetic attempts and try to help him rub his clit until the itch went away.
Ethel knew he had it easy. Young men his age would be shuffling horse shit and cleaning rooftops for a few coins, and food was scarce back in town. Meanwhile, all he had to do to survive was attend to the men’s sexual needs and keep their cocks warm, however they liked. He had to remind himself of this whenever his holes stretched too painfully around one of their cocks or whenever his body ached after long hours of riding the men. He was more suited to being a whore than a stable boy, so he offered his holes and didn’t complain much.
Even though it took a lot of effort to tend to a couple of horny cowboys, they were at least hot, unlike the ugly men he had to fuck back in town, and they allowed Ethel to toy with their cocks whenever he asked politely. No more sleeping around town and offering himself to any stranger who could afford him for the night. Luck seemed to have finally landed on his side.
By nighttime, he felt full, and his body ached all over, so he didn’t bother to clean himself after every time he was used, especially now that he was exhausted after a long day of chores.
Scouting the area around their camp took most of Joe’s day. During his lookout, he noticed the dwindling number of lawmen; even the outskirts of town weren’t too busy with the sheriff’s boys. This wasn't surprising considering how long it’s been since the boy shot the old Mr. Charles. They’ve been on the run for months now, and Joe and Oscar have grown used to having an obedient personality like Ethel at their disposal. Joe hoped he had planted enough seeds to make the boy completely dependent on them; he wasn’t about to lose his favorite whore and instead have to pay for one back at the saloon.
Joe wasn’t quite ready to doze off just yet. He had just come back from scouting the area around their spot.
He was on top of Ethel, suckling on one of his abused nipples as if he were expecting his mouth to flood with the sweet milk of his bitch. His fingers assaulted the other nipple, forcing tired groans out of the boy. His overused cunt started leaking cum from when Oscar fucked him earlier. Joe reluctantly let go of Ethel’s poor nipples, but not before giving him a few affectionate licks and kisses—not affectionate enough to remedy the abuse on his now perky nipples, wet with saliva and begging to be sucked more. He hooked his hands under Ethel’s knees to spread his legs. He noticed the stream of white liquid running down his sloppy cunt to his back hole. He mused at the sight of his ruined pussy, which Ethel was too dazed to be embarrassed about.
"Well, well,"
"I reckon the old man really wanted to breed ya, huh?" Joe whispered, chuckling. His half-hard cock landed on the cunt beneath him. The boy kept squirting more liquid out whenever Joe rubbed the head of his cock on the sensitive clit. He placed the underside of his thick, veiny member on the white mess and lubricated his cock with Oscar’s spend.
"That man will fuck a baby into you if you keep letting him have your cunt, boy," Joe said in a serious tone.
"mmmh~ah" Ethel mumbled, barely awake, as the man slapped his cock on his sloppy cunt, creating wet sounds Ethel will surely recall in the morning. He loved hearing the boy’s hums and whimpers, so he continued slapping the heavy weight of his cock on the boy’s wet cunt lips until the blood fully rushed into his hard, throbbing member as it stood tall and stiff.
He leaned on the boy and folded him in half, his naked feet on Joe’s shoulders. His cock slotted itself into the familiar place between his cheeks. The head of his cock kissed the boy’s hole, still wet with Oscar’s spend oozing down from his cunt.
He hadn’t fucked the boy’s ass all day today, but maybe Ethel was playing with himself when he was alone at camp because Joe’s cock slid all the way to the hilt, the warmth of the boy’s hole almost overwhelming. He allowed himself to bathe in this euphoric moment, deep inside his bitch. His tongue explored the boy’s mouth, waking him up from his tired state to kiss back lazily. No one could ruin this moment for him. No one could take his bitch from him; he wouldn’t allow it.
"I thought you'd be tighter, did Oscar have your ass too?" Joe asked, kissing the boy messily and not allowing him to answer.
Ethel winced at the slow drag of the cock deep inside him. His hole stretched around the base, which slotted perfectly inside, like his hole was made for it. Joe’s broad form blanketed the boy as he squirmed under him, crying from the size of the man prodding deep inside him.
"Now, now, yer gonna be just fine," Joe reassured, kissing the boy’s jaw and caressing his flushed cheek gently.
"Uuugh!" slipped from Ethel's lips, escaping their intimate, open-mouthed kiss.
A wet pool on the thin mattress formed under Ethel’s ass from the movements of Joe’s hips as he started thrusting like a wild animal, and Ethel’s ass took him well. Dirty squelching sounds came from the frantic thrusts. He was panting with his face under Ethel’s jaw, completely entranced by how the boy’s hole wrapped around his cock, so inviting.
Ethel was no longer struggling to take Joe’s monster of a cock inside him. He just made little weak noises whenever Joe fucked into his core and rubbed that sweet spot on his walls.
"There ya go,"
"There ya go, buddy. yer taking me so well," Joe cooed at the boy between short breaths. His hips slowing down after releasing what felt like buckets of cum, at least that’s what Ethel feels; his stomach slightly bulging, and his body ready to finally shut down. Although his body demanded he join Ethel and rest with his cock snug inside, he didn’t want the boy to wake up like this, so he pushed himself off, kneeled back, and lifted one of the boy’s legs before slowly pulling his glistening cock free from the boy. The head of his cock slipped out with a wet pop. A gush of white liquid followed, which Joe rubbed off gently, leaving his hole completely red and gaping.
"Maybe I should take you to that damn town. Though I don’t know why you insist on goin’ there," Joe uttered as he cleaned himself.
"Yer gonna put yourself in needless trouble just to see some old friends o’ yours."
"Tomorrow?" Ethel mumbled, his eyes too heavy to open.
"Sleep,"
"Bu–"
"Sleep."
Loud bird chirps managed to wake Ethel from his slumber. Sweating under a blanket. Alone. The warm sunlight hitting the roof of the tent and softly illuminating the small space meant it could only be late afternoon. Looking underneath the blanket, Ethel didn’t remember putting on his panties yesterday, but he didn’t think much of it. He didn’t bother wearing his pants. Instead, he grabbed one of Joe’s white shirts, put on Oscar’s hat, and crawled out.
The sun wasn’t too hot under the shade of the oak tree, which was partly covering Joe’s tent. Ethel stepped out and started putting on his boots.
"I’ll fuckin’ get you one day," Ethel scolded, looking up at the nest of loud birds as he struggled to put on his boots. Joe and possibly Oscar seem to have both left earlier. He walked the short distance to Oscar’s tent and found an empty bedroll. Why do they always leave without asking me to come? Ethel thought.
It’s not like anyone is still looking for me; it’s been quite a while since that stupid accident.
The grass under the old oak tree seemed like a comfortable spot to sit and wait for the men to come back. He sat there, looking up at the green leaves of the tree and the patches of blue and white coming through.
He missed his friends back in town. He missed the saloon. With his charm, he did whatever he wanted back there, like how he pretended to fancy Mrs. Carter just so she would invite him in to eat. Or how he managed to convince the Frenchman passing by town that he was an innocent virgin, which did work, and the gullible man showered Ethel with all the colorful stones he desired, which helped him stay afloat for a while. Something in him craved that exhilarating life back.
"Howdy,"
Ethel jumped, his eyes snapping wide open from his little nap.
"Oh, hey Oscar," Ethel said, rubbing the sleep off his eyes. He must’ve dozed off thinking about his dull life.
Oscar was standing in front of him in his usual brown leather jacket over a half-buttoned white shirt and his denim jeans that looked a little too tight around his hips, leaning on one foot with one hand in his pocket.
"Where did you guys go?"
"And why didn’t you take me with you?"
"Do you know how boring it can be in here?" Ethel rambled while Oscar stared at him blankly.
"Scoot," Oscar ordered, taking a few steps forward to sit next to the boy on the soft patch of grass. Oscar leaned back on the tree, a deep sigh leaving him. Their shoulders were brushing. Oscar tugged his hat down to cover his face and crossed his arms over his chest.
"What do you think you’re doing?" Ethel asked, nudging the man with his shoulder.
"What does it look like I’m doing?" Oscar replied.
"Okay, wait, hear me out!" Ethel exclaimed, turning to face Oscar before sitting on his lap. Oscar didn’t react until the boy lifted the hat off his face and threw it to the side to meet him with an eager smile. Ethel pulled the jacket off his shoulders, with Oscar eyeing him inquisitively but complying. Oscar rolled his sleeves while the boy’s hands were all over him, one on the naked part of the man’s shoulder, the other brushing the scruff on his face.
"What do you say we take your horse and go somewhere?" Ethel whispered, their lips almost touching, and his body cradled perfectly into the other’s hold.
"Go where?" Oscar managed, trying not to squirm under the boy’s fingers rubbing and twisting at his exposed nipples.
"I’m not sure yet, but we’ll find something to do," Ethel continued, toying with the man’s exposed, hairy chest. Their lips close, breathing into each other's mouths teasingly. The bump he’s sitting on is turning into a sizable bulge. Possessive hands started kneading his ass and pulling the hem of his panties up, forcing the thin line of the fabric to rub at his swollen hole and making the outline of his cunt lips as apparent as the sun above them.
"Please..." Ethel made his point by dragging his cunt lips along the bulge underneath him.
"Get my cock wet, boy, and I’ll see about taking you out with me." He didn't have to be told twice.
"Yes, sir," Ethel quickly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. Oscar’s cock sprung out and flopped on his stomach, thick, and tanned like his skin. His hairy balls hanging heavy and full. This part of him matched his broad shoulders and strong torso.
Oscar lied down on the grass and had his hands crossed behind his head while the boy unbuttoned his shirt. Wet cunt lips glided along the underside of the stiff cock resting on Oscar’s stomach. His thick bush tickled Ethel’s sensitive parts. This wasn't about Ethel's pleasure; it was never a priority to pleasure himself when having sex with the two men, but he couldn't help himself from leaning down to bury his face in the cowboy’s hairy pit, his cunt still leaking slick on the cock beneath him.
"So where is it ya wanna go, boy?"
"Huh? Oh yeah…" Ethel rested his head on Oscar’s sturdy chest.
"So… I was thinking... maybe we should go by the town?" Ethel pitched his voice at the end to make it sound like a suggestion and not something he’d been pondering over, ready to hear Oscar’s rejection. But he heard no response, which was normal for Oscar; he’d always listen but rarely react.
"Boy,"
"I know, I know, but we don’t have to stay for long, just a few hours," Ethel finally begged as he sat up, his hands on the man’s chest, waiting for an answer.
"Oscar, please," Ethel begged while dragging his hips slowly back and forth. His swollen cunt lips spread more slick all over the stiffness of his hard cock.
"You’ll have me sitting on your cock the entire way there, and I won’t cry like last time. You can have my ass on the way back; I'm sure Joe wouldn't mind," Ethel continued begging, his fingers teasing both of Oscar’s hard nipples. Two hands settled on Ethel’s hips.
"Alright, listen," Oscar began.
"I’ll take ya there, but I don’ want ya leaving my sight and getting yourself noticed." Ethel’s face lit up, and he nodded in agreement. He was still worried Joe might come back any minute now and ruin his plans to see his hometown once again.
"We’ll head out once it’s dark," Oscar stated.
"In the meantime, why don’t you clean your mess off my cock? And don’t leave me with sticky balls, son."