Young Cowboy Part 1 - Sex Stories

Young Cowboy Part 1

It all started back in 1864 or maybe it was 1863, didn't really have much use in dates and months back then, just when to plant and when to harvest, and other necessities of life like huntin and fishin, stuff like that My family were farmers up there in West Virginia and trying to make ends meet, put food on the table and so forth. Then that damn war started getting closer and closer. People were packing up and heading West to get away from all that bloodshed. I was the youngest of 4 boys, my pa and two of my brothers had already been killed by the Yankees and last I heard, my other brother was a prisoner somewhere up North. I was 15 years old and doing the work of 5 men and things I didn't know I just had to figure out on my own or ask a neighbor but they were getting pretty scarce these days. I packed a bag with what I might need if I had to make a run out the back door or something when the Yankees came to loot and burn everything like they were doing in other places. I kept my black powder rifle ready and loaded right next to my bag. It was more of a squirrel rifle than a man killer but, I was sure accurate with it and could put that round ball right where it needed to go to stop a full grown man I never figured I'd have to use it but, one afternoon I was out behind the barn taking a break from chopping wood when I heard a horse whiney a stones throw away. I turned to grab my rifle and everything went black. The next thing I knew I was waking up in the horse stall in ...

... my barn with my wrists tied to two posts and a rag tied around my neck and in my mouth so I couldn't yell for help, which wouldn't have done much good anyway since most of the neighbors had moved away. I turned my head and could see a Yankee soldier busying himself with packing his bag full of stuff he had already taken from my house. I was getting madder by the second and tried to pull my hands free from the leather straps he'd used when I felt a hard slap across my ass. It was then I realized he'd taken my pants off and had them in a pile next to his bag. He’d used a thick leather belt to slap my ass with and told me if I didn’t settle down, there’d be a lot more where that came from. I was madder than a hornets nest and started callin him every name I could think up from a damn Yankee to a pig fucker. That didn’t do much good as he commenced to doin what he said he was gonna do and started slappin my ass with that leather belt more now. My ass felt like it was on fire and I was squirmin against those straps. He said he’d help relieve some of that pain and reached over and unbuttoned the back of the flap on my long johns I was wearing. I felt the cool breeze and it did indeed help a bit, until I felt his right hand start probing my ass cheeks. That made me jump a bit and I tried to pull away but, he just put his left hand around my waist and help me still while he continued to feel my ass. Next thing I know he walked over to an old wagon wheel leaning up again the wall and ...