The Watermelon Thief 05


by Culloden Cowboy <Cullodencowboy@starband.net>

This is the fifth installment of 26.

As I climbed out of the creek and up the opposite bank, I said, "You grab our clothes and follow me, son."

I headed up the opposite bank and was nearly halfway to the barn as he came up the bank breathin' hard and chantin' 'yesir, yesir, yesir, yesir, yesir." He chanted and marched all the way to the barn, fallin' in step right on my heels.

"Hang all that stuff on that fence in the sun, and I'll be right out," I said as I entered the barn.

Just as I stepped in the door the phone rang. I listened as the answer machine gave my message to the caller. Then the voice on the other end said," Cowboy, this is Jack. Karen took the girls to town and I was wonderin' if I could come over and float around in the pool for a bit. I guess I'll catch you later."

I quickly picked up the phone and said, "Jack, hell yeah, man. Come on over. We're just takin' a break from the heat. I'll open the gate for you."

"That's O K. You don't need to. I thought I'd ride the bike over. I can just squeeze through the fence, if that's cool," he said.

"No problem, see you in a few," I agreed and hung up. I went to my chest and pulled out two pairs of BoxerBriefs, and headed to the pool. I handed the white ones to Jeffery and said, "here. Put these on."

"I was hopin' we'd take a swim," he said as he stepped into the tight underpants and pulled them up snugly. He then reached down and cupped his balls as he spread his legs and squatted slightly. "There a little tight, but not too bad," he said as he twisted around to look at himself from several angles.

"We ARE gonna swim. Jack's on his way over to join us for awhile. You can swim nekkid if you want to, it's up to you."

"Can I put on some jeans then?" he asked, grinnin'.

I climbed the ladder and shouted, "LAST ONE IN GETS HIS ASS BLISTERED IN ONE HOUR!" and then I jumped into the pool.

"NO FAIR!" shouted Jeffery as he scurried over the ladder and into the pool, splashing me with a torrent of water.

"All's fair in love and spankin', son," I said as I climbed onto my float and stretched out on my back.

Jeffery jumped up across the other float, hanging onto the side with his arms, his butt just below the surface of the water, and started kicking his feet to guide his float in my direction. When he got beside me, he crawled up onto the float and stretched out on his back. He put his hands over his head and arched his back, forcing his red hair down into the water. This also forced his bulging crotch high into the air. I noticed that the white cotton of the briefs was very transparent when wet, and the outline of his dick and balls were very obvious, as was the darker color of his dickhead.

I also noticed the absence of his pubic bush. Perhaps Jack wouldn't notice this little detail. I should have given him the green underwear, and was about to suggest we swap when a voice called out,"Howdy, men. How's the water?"

"Great. Come on in," I answered.

"You got company comin', Cowboy? I mean, like FEMALE company?" Jack asked as he propped his bike and laid his towel over a chair.

"No, why?" I asked.

"I just thought you'd be skinny dippin'. I know you like to go nekkid, and I didn't bring my suit."

"You can if you want to, or I have an extra pair of drawers if you'd like to wear 'em. I just got in to cool off, and we're gonna get back to work soon anyway," I said as casually as possible.

"Naa, this is fine," said Jack as he stepped out of his shorts and started up the ladder.

"Yeah it is!" I almost blurted out as he stepped onto the top wrung of the ladder and his tight, white boxers gaped open at the fly, giving me a glimpse of dark brown pubic hair.

As he lowered himself into the pool, his boxers became as transparent as Jefferies. He sank to his pecs, then shrieked, "_d_a_m_n_, THAT'S COLD!" as he pulled himself back up the ladder, to stand on the second bar, knee deep.

Needless to say, I was grateful for the sunglasses that hid my stare, as his white boxers clung to his body like a skin, outlinin' a very large _c_o_c_k_ with a dark, bulbous head, laying like a log across the crease between his left thigh and his hip. His thick, brown bush stood out like a dark mound of grass above his dick, in sharp contrast to the stark white of his midsection. I kicked an inner tube over to him, and he stepped off the ladder and leapt onto it, balancing his crotch in the center hole, his ass high in the air. He quickly flipped over and his butt sank into the center of the tube. He shook his head and began to paddle backwards toward my float.

"You want a beer, Jack?" I asked.

"Sure, if you've got one to spare, That'd be great," he said with enthusiasm.

"Jeffery, go in and get Jack a beer, buddy," I said, as I turned in his direction.

Jeffery was laid back on his float, legs hanging over the sides, arms floatin' freely in the water at his sides. "Yessir, can I have one?" he asked, smiling. I looked at Jack, smiled and shook my head.

"He can share mine, if you don't mind, Cowboy?" said Jack, with a grin.

"Bring TWO, son," I said over my shoulder as Jeffery climbed from the pool.

"Yessir, coming right up. You want a cigarette, too, sir?" he asked.

"That'd be great. Thanks, son," I said.

"You're welcome, sir," he answered as he ran to the barn.

"Cowboy, he sure is bein' polite to you. How'd you manage to get him to do that, with the 'Yessir' and all that?" Jack asked as he rolled off the tube and headed for Jefferies float.

"He knows the rules," I stated simply.

"I think he likes you callin' him 'SON'. His eyes sorta light up when you do that. I guess it sorta makes him feel comfortable, like when Dad used to do that. He did that to both of us. I miss it, and I'm sure Jeff misses it, too. He and Dad were pretty close. They had a special relationship. I never was real clear about that, but they seemed to sorta have a 'SILENT' code, like 'INSIDE' jokes and all. One of 'em could say just a word, and they'd both bust out laughin' and nobody else knew what was so funny." Jacks voice trailed off and slowed as he said all this so that by the time he got the last few words out, he was nearly whisperin', like talkin' to himself.

"I miss my daddy, Cowboy. I miss havin' somebody to say yessir to, and knowin, that if I did somethin' I wasn't sposed to, I'd get my ass blistered. _d_a_m_n_!", he said loudly, slapping the water with his hand so that it splashed up into my face.

"Oh _s_h_i_t_, I'm sorry, Cowboy. I just get so frustrated sometimes, and sorta melancholy, and mad that he went away like that. I didn't get to tell him goodbye. I'm sorry I splashed you. I'm sorry to lay this on you..."

"You hush, boy!" I yelled, maybe a little too forcefully. He jumped and looked at me. "You NEVER apologize to me son, unless I tell you to, and you NEVER feel bad about gettin' emotional. You can tell me anything, anytime, son. I don't have any problem with a boy bein' a boy, and if that's what you feel like bein', then you need to be that, son, and don't worry about who thinks what. How you feel is nobodies business but yours, and whoever you decide to share it with. I feel honored that you feel like you can open up to me, son. Thanks." I said as I rolled off my float and walked across the pool to stand next to him.

"Cowboy, you're a real gentleman. Thanks. I see why Jeff likes you so much. You have a real unusual attitude. It's nice. I feel real comfortable talkin' to you. HEY, BUDDY, glad you made it back," he yelled over my shoulder as Jeffery appeared at the ladder.

"Thanks, son," I said as I turned and headed to meet him. I reached out and took my cigarettes and lighter from him as he climbed onto the ladder.

I turned away and was lighting a cigarette as he said,"You're welcome, sir. You want this too?" and he held out a beer, touching the cold can to my back between my shoulderblades. I jumped and dropped the cigarette and lighter into the pool. Jeffery began to laugh, and I reached out and grabbed his leg and dragged him into the pool.

He began to struggle to get away and Jack hollered, "Whip his ass, Cowboy. Whip his ass good!"

I dived under water, and swam between his legs, grabbing them onto my shoulders as I stood up. He held my head with one hand, and the can of beer with the other, balancing on my shoulders. I walked over to Jack and he reached up for the beer. As Jeffery leaned over to hand it to him, I leaned too, and threw Jeffery onto his brothers float, sending them both under water. Jeffery quickly climbed onto the float and laid on his stomach. gripping it tightly with his arms and legs wrapped around it. I reached out to steady the float as Jack emerged with the can of beer. He popped the top and turned it up and took a drink.

Then he put his arm over Jefferies waist as he asked, "So little brother, you been behavin' yourself, and followin' Cowboys rules?" He then gave his brothers butt a slap with his hand.

"YESSIR!" Jeffery yelled loudly as he nearly jumped off the float. "_d_a_m_n_, I didn't hit you that hard," Jack commented as he glansed at me, then back at his brothers butt, showing slightly pink through the white fabric of his drawers. "Is that why your butts so red and sore? cause you been behavin?"

"NO, asshole, that's why I've been behavin!" Jeffery shot a look at me. "That slipped out, Cowboy, I didn't mean it."

"You will apologize to your brother, boy. I will forgive you with my belt."

"I'm sorry. Jack. I didn't want you to know that Cowboy had spanked me. I didn't mean to call you that."

"I forgive you, buddy. I know you, and I figured you'd get that ass blistered soon. Why did he have to tan you?" asked Jack.

Jeffery was ready to confess when I interupted with, "He knows my rules, and he knows now what happens when he breaks 'em."

I noticed Jack's hand restin' on Jefferies butt begin to move, massaging and caressing his butt cheeks, first one, then slowly move onto the other as he spoke. "So what rules does Cowboy have? I probably need to know 'em, too, huh?"

I started to speak up and inform Jack that I didn't expect him to obey them, but Jeffery quickly started talking. "Yes, he's got only three, and they aren't hard to know, just sometimes they're easy to forget."

"So maybe you'd better tell me what they are so I don't end up with MY end up, like yours," Jack smirked, and popped Jefferies butt lightly again.

Jeffery immediately said,"Rule number 1; Always say Yessir and Nosir to Cowboy if he asks a question, and when he tells you to do something, you answer "YESSIR," and then you do what he says. You'd better not forget to answer "YESSIR" before you do it."

Jack looked at me and then asked," What will he do if I forget?" I couldn't resist answering, so I quickly said" I will blister your ass, son, without hesitation. Right Jeffery?"

"YESSIR, Cowboy sir," he said, and then, over his shoulder to his brother he repeated,"He will."

Jack again began to rub his brothers ass, this time letting his fingers slide down into his buttcrack, and actually probe there enough to cause the float to sink slightly in the middle, as Jeffery continued with his dissertation of my rules.

"Rule number two: You have two freedoms. You can breathe, and you can blink. You have to ask permission to do everything else. If you wanna fart, You'd better ask Cowboy if you can. If you need to piss or _s_h_i_t_ or anything, you hafta ask him first," Jeffery was really getting into this, and I could see his brother intently listening as he continued to massage Jefferies ass.

"And rule number three?" Jack asked, never taking his eyes off his brothers butt.

"Rule number three: NO jewelry is allowed on the farm, unless Cowboy says so. It's too dangerous to wear if your working with barbed wire, and all that, so it's a safety thing, sorta," he finished. I was impressed. He was actually analyzing my rules, and finding justification in them. "Plus, Cowboy don't like jewelry, do you, sir?" he finished.

"Not particularly, but sometimes I WILL make exceptions, won't I Jeffery?"

"Yessir, sometimes," he repeated, and unconsciously he reached and felt his friendship bracelet.

"Hey, I'm gettin' sorta hungry. You guys wanna eat something?" I asked.

Jeffery immediately raised up and stated, "I would LOVE some hot dogs. Do you have any, Cowboy?"

"No, son. I don't. We could have tomato sandwhiches," I reasoned. "I have lots of tomatoes"

"Jack HATES tomatoes, don't you Jack?" Jeffery volunteered almost too cheerfully.

"You don't like tomatoes, Jack?" I asked, innocently.

"Not really. I never cared too much for them as just tomatoes, but I like pizza and spaghetti and that kinda stuff made with tomato sauce though," he answered.

"HA! YOU broke rule number one Jack!" Jeffery jumped with glee, his dimples deepening in his cheeks. "Cowboy's gonna fry your butt, now, aren't you, Cowboy?"

"I don't think..." I started, but was quickly interupted by Jack.

"I see what you mean, little brother, by sometimes they're easy to forget. I gues maybe I need some HELP to remember 'em," he said, as he looked over at me, almost pleading.

"Could be 'cause we're all hungry. Let's get somethin' to eat. How about it?" I changed the subject.

"We could go to our house and eat Hotdogs." Jeffery said.

"I have a better idea," stated Jack. "Jeff, Why don't you go over to the house and fix us some hotdogs, and bring 'em back over here. We can have a picnic. Will that be O K Cowboy?" he asked, again nearly pleading with me.

I decided to take total control here. "Jeffery, you get my truck and go over to your house and fix the three of us a nice picnic lunch, whatever you choose, and also get some of those boxer shorts you seem to be so fond of wearin, son."

"Jeffery looked at Jack as if to ask his permission, and Jack spoke. "You do what Cowboy says, buddy. He's the boss." and for the first time in twenty minutes, Jack took his hand off his brothers butt.

Jeffery immediately rolled off the float and headed for the ladder. As he reached the top step I halted him with,"Jeffery, you put your brothers bike in the truck and take it home with you and leave it there. He can ride your gator back when he leaves." Jack looked at me sorta puzzled, and I said, "Unless you feel like pushin it home, son, cause your butts not gonna feel too good with that seat rammed up between your cheeks." He grinned and those dimples, like Jefferies, Popped into his cheeks. I looked up at Jeffery, and noticed that his shorts were stretched taught over a very hard dick. I added, "and put your brothers shorts on, son. I'd hate for somebody to see you like that."

He looked down, and then his face turned very red as he realized what I meant. May I pee, sir," he asked.

"If you think you CAN, go for it, son," I answered with a smile.

"It's hard, but I think I can handle it, sir," he retorted, grinning.

"Holler if you need any help, brother," Jack added, then looked down, embarassed. "Beer tends to get me a little loose, sir," he stated.

"And bring you brother another beer when you come back!" I yelled as Jeffery headed across the creek, pushing Jacks bicycle as he went.

"Yessir" he called, and disappeared into the creekbed.

"Speakin' of which, I need to pee, too. May I, Cowboy, sir?" Jack asked.

"Yep, just step over there and let it fly, son," I responded. Jack immediately climbed the ladder, and turned around as he began to back down the outside steps. I noticed that he, too, was tenting his shorts. I opened the other beer left on the side of the pool, and took a few swallows. Jack returned to the pool, and I handed him the beer. He turned it up, took three gulps, and handed it back to me. I pulled the inner tube over and said to him," You climb up on this tube, lie across it so your crotch is over the hole in the middle and your butt is bent over the outside. Hold onto the side of the pool. I'm gonna refresh your memory, son. My first rule is to say Yessir and Nosir to me, always, Is that clear?"

"YESSIR." he said, and hopped into place across the tube. I immediately reached under the tube, into the center and fished my hand into the fly of his shorts. I wrapped my hand around his dick, and balls, gripping them tightly like a _c_o_c_k_ring, and his _c_o_c_k_ immediately began to pulse against my hand.

"You say 'YESSIR' every time I swat that ass, son. You understand me boy?" I ordered.

"Yessir, Cowboy sir, I understand, sir." he answered, almost fretfully. And squeezing his manhood, I began his punishment.

"WHAM" my hand slapped loudly against his wet ass cheek, the thin fabric of his shorts giving no protection at all.

"YESSIR" he yelled loudly, tensing every muscle in his body.

"RULE NUMBER ONE!

"WHAM"

"YESSIR"

"IS TO SAY YESSIR"

"WHAM"

"YESSIR"

"AND NOSIR"

"WHAM"

"YESSIR"

"TO ME

"WHAM"

"YESSIR"

"ALWAYS!"

'WHAM"

"YESSIR"

And as I heated his ass with one hand, his _c_o_c_k_ continued to throb in the other. I continued the assault on his butt, and it began to turn very pink, shining through the white cotton fabric. I could feel the heat radiating from his ass, and as I intensified the spanking, he began to hunch his hips, rising up to meet my hand as it blistered his seering cheeks, then driving that hard _c_o_c_k_ down into the viselike grip of my hand.

My dick was also hard, and I knew this boy needed this attention badly. He was responding just as I knew he would, and by the fifteenth slap, his breathing began to become very rapid, small inhales and exhales, as his voice pitched higher with each "YESSIR" he yelled, until I felt his body spasm, and he clenched his asscheeks tight.

I let my hand rest, cupping his buns with my fingers probing into his crack. I applied pressure with my finger against his butthole as I squeezed and pumped against his groin. He grunted twice and the at the top of his lungs yelled, "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSS SSSSIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRR" as his throbbing hard _c_o_c_k_ pumped his juice through the tight grip of my fist and into the water, spraying against my leg.

"Oh' _d_a_m_n_, Cowboy, sir. That was GREAT! Thank you, sir. I needed that. I've needed that for a long time, sir," he panted.

"We've just begun, son. Your ass hasn't started to feel MY heat yet, boy. That I can PROMISE you!"

"You climb up there on that ladder, son. Hold onto those two side rails, and put your feet on this step right up here," I said as I patted the first step of the pool ladder. He did as I ordered, and as his butt hung out just in the water, I mounted the ladder right behind him.

I reached around him and placed both hands into the fly of his shorts, and pulled each side with a jerk. The fly tore right down the seam, between his legs, and halfway up the rear.

I pulled ou my hard _c_o_c_k_, aimed it at his butthole, and rammed all the way in until my pubic hairs were plastered against his hot, blistered cheeks.

He gasped, and then dropped his chin down against his chest as I grabbed onto the ladder rails on either side of him, and pushed my _c_o_c_k_ into him as hard as I could. My arms were over his, my legs around his, so he was held in place, with the only movement that ass of his bouncing up and down as I drilled my _c_o_c_k_ up into it and then dropped down enough to pull it nearly all the way out, only to inpale him with a hard, upward thrust again. I rode him against that ladder for a good 10 minutes, easing off some when I felt like I was gonna explode, only to reinvest in the hard, piledriving _f_u_c_k_thrust I knew he would never forget.

He was nearly limp. his ass bouncing on my hard-thrusting _c_o_c_k_, until I snatched it out of his hot hole, climbed up another step, grabbed my dick and aimed it as I shot my load through the air onto his back. I leaned against him, grinding my hard _c_o_c_k_ into his back, smearing my hot juice into the skin between his shoulderblades.

I slipped back down into the pool, pulling him in with me. He laid his head back against my shoulder, and his eyes were closed as he regained his breath. He started to say something, but I covered his mouth with my hand, and said softly in his ear. "You will talk when I say you can. Is that clear, son?"

He licked his lips, and meekly whispered into the air, eyes still closed, "Yessir."

"When your little brother gets back, he's gonna see a whole different brother, and he's gonna know why. Got that, son?"

"Yessir, Cowboy. Yessir."

I smiled as I thought to myself, "_d_a_m_n_, I DO love boys!"


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