Although he had dreamed about how the black cowboy would look naked, Kawa, standing at the window, himself naked, watched Isaac Washington sluicing himself off under the water pipe in the nude for the first time. The makeshift outdoor shower attached to the bunkhouse at the Santo Domingo Ranch on the Rio Grande southwest of Santa Fe in the New Mexico Territory brought water down from the cistern on the bunkhouse roof. Isaac knew that the young Apache, houseboy and bed partner for the ranch's owner, Enrique—Rico—Abarca, was watching him, and he posed for the young man.
When Kawa had first come to the window, the sun was just rising and Isaac was a mere silhouette against the bunkhouse wall, but as the sun rose and its rays picked out the slowly undulating body of the black cowboy under the trickle of water from the pipe, the hard-bodied man's physique was gloriously exposed. He was smoothed skinned, not more than a fuzz of kinky black hair rimming the crown of his head and the V of his pubes, and his smooth nudity exhibited a hard-worked body of steel, the chocolate-brown skin taut across hard-earned bulging muscles of perfect proportion. He was in his prime, his mid thirties. His cowboy duties worked every muscle of his body and they all were in gladiator condition. His torso and abs were as defined as a Roman soldier's armor. His cock, the meatiest that Kawa had ever seen, was jet black, and his balls were low hung and the size of lemons. He was all man.
When he turned, Kawa gasped, seeing the welts from the lashes on the man's back. They only accentuated Kawa's arousal. The young man had known a taste of the lash himself, delivered for sexual pleasure and domination purposes rather than what had probably raised those on Isaac's back. Like many other cowboys in the New Mexico Territory, many of whom were black and probably escaped slaves, Isaac had come West in 1870 to claim the full function of freedom. He was old enough to have been owned and mistreated to force, even after emancipation, more service in the fields from him somewhere in the South before coming to the Rio Grande valley.
The man had been used hard. Kawa—now that he'd seen the black cowboy in the altogether—ached to be used hard by him as well. The young Apache felt a kinship with the black man. Kawa would even be willing to take the lash of the man if it led to being breeded by him. Kawa felt a low rumbling in his gut as he looked at the engorging size of the man's cock as Isaac soaped and stroked his shaft. Could he take that? Fuck, he wanted to try to.
It was as if Kawa's gasp had signaled to Isaac that he'd been caught in his morning cleansing ritual, which he liked to do in the nude and thus came to the outside shower at the rise of the sun to be alone. He realized he wasn't alone—that he still was being observed—and, in looking around, he saw the young—no more than nineteen—Apache youth in the bedroom window of the main ranch house. Isaac knew Kawa was the toy of the ranch owner, kept to house duties and Abarca's bed. Every man in the bunkhouse—at a ranch where the owner, a man's man—gathered other men who preferred men around him—wanted to cover and ride the Apache youth.
Many were the nights that Isaac or another one of the men crept up to the curtainless bedroom window and watched the beefy Rico Abarca dominating his Apache youth—and they all, Isaac no less than the others, wanted to get their cocks in the young man as well.
Isaac was not different from the other men in this regard. Having discerned that Kawa was watching him and that the youth was as much in the nude as he was, Isaac remained under the trickle of the water, posing longer than he needed to, to cleanse himself.
He'd already soaped himself up and rinsed himself off, but now he took the soap up again, stretched himself off, and soaped up his cock and balls. As he did so, he stroked his shaft. He was fully aware that he possessed the longest, thickest, blackest cock of all the men on the ranch. And everyone on the Santo Domingo cattle ranch was male, and all on the Santo Domingo ranch either covered or were covered by other men. This was the West in 1870. There were few women in the region. Men made do with other men in many areas, including on this ranch.
He stretched and posed and his cock engorged as he stroked it. He laughed when he saw that the young Apache, Kawa, remained at the window and that he too was stroking his young cock. His eyes were captured by the beauty of the black cowboy's nude body, highlighted in the rising sun, and he was stroking himself off. The two were having sex at a distance, the glass of the window, the depth of the ranch house porch, and the length of the yard between them.
Isaac knew that he would be welcome to cover Kawa intimately—and marked in his mind to do so at a time and place where he could use the young Apache totally.
He came, arcing his prodigious cum out onto the scrub grass in the yard between bunkhouse and ranch house. Looking up, he saw that Kawa had withdrawn from the window. Had the youth seen him release his load and ached to have it released inside him? That was unclear. But what
was
clear, was that the Apache youth was aroused by him and that he would have his way with Kawa—in his own time and at a place where they would not be disturbed as Isaac fucked the young man hard and long.
Turning off the valve that brought the water cascading from the cistern on the roof of the bunkhouse, Isaac reached for the towel to dry himself off. He somewhat regretted that the young man withdrew before he could watch Isaac drying himself, but some day they would share in that. He laughed again at the thought of what he would do with the youth's body, threw the towel over his shoulder, and strutted into the rising sun.
* * * *
Enrique Abarca, who everyone called Rico, woke with a start to a room that was lightening up. He groaned and rolled over toward the window to embrace the young Apache houseboy, Kawa, and pull him back into his belly. But Kawa wasn't there. Abarca was this generation's owner of the Santo Domingo ranch, on the Rio Grande southwest of Santa Fe, which had been in his family since his Spanish ancestor had ridden into the area as one of Hernán Cortés's conquering Conquistadors. Solidly built, a hirsute Zeus of a man, pushing fifty, Abarca was a dominating force at the ranch and in the region. A man of rugged facile features and scared body from a hard life of hands-on ranching, Abarca had a full head of gray hair; a mustache and beard of dark hair, splattered with gray; and a darker matting of chest, belly, and pubic hair. Aging from the top down, he could still get it up and it was a shaft to be proud of.
He was lying on his back on the bed, in the nude, and he'd been dreaming of what he'd been doing on top and inside the Apache youth before he'd drifted off to sleep. He woke up with an erection in his fist. And he had reached out for Kawa, but the youth wasn't there.
When he turned toward the window, Abarca saw that Kawa was standing there, facing the window, his slim, youthful body framed in the rays of the sunrise coming through the window. The descendent of the Conquistadors paused, admiring the nude body of the young man he had lured down from the Apache lands in the mountains to the west and had brought into his bed. Abarca had never been as satiated and content as he was now.
