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There is Drifting - Simon - 11-25-2025
The wanderer chewed thoughtfully on a piece of jerky, squinting against the bright sun. He had been watching the homestead for a few hours and was surprised to see no man. He had seen a lanky boy of about 12, a girl of about 14, and a rather slim woman who was obviously her mother. The property looked well-kept, with a garden, a few chickens, and some cattle in the distance. There was a small sleeping house and several horses in the corral, and the horses appeared to be well cared for.
From his post on the hilltop, sitting beneath a small tree, he wondered if the people he had seen had built the house with their own hands, without a man present. The house was well-built, sturdy, and looked as if it would be warm in winter and cool in summer. The windows looked down upon the river. The man might have gone to town to get supplies, or he might have been out in the fields checking on the conditions or the livestock. The vagabond finally thought there was a way to find out, and climbed back over the hilltop to his horse, which was grazing peacefully. He tightened the girth, mounted, and began to descend the hill slowly. He approached the house from the windowless side and then paused to take in the scene once more. Satisfied, the vagabond rode slowly toward the house until he finally turned the corner near the front door.
The boy immediately recognized the girl, who was walking towards the henhouse with a basket, probably to collect eggs. He stepped through the door, gasped for breath, and then ran back shouting, "Mommy! There's a man out there!"
The vagrant stopped, and a woman approached the door and looked openly at him. "How can I help you, sir?" she asked him.
"My name is Miller. I just need a break for my horse and some water, ma'am. I
"Don't go to any trouble," he replied.
"I'm Ellie Robinson, these are my children, Margrit and Clayton. You are welcome to board your horse here, and there is always cold water from the well."
We're going to eat right away. I'll send Clayton over as soon as the food is ready.
Miller tapped his hat. "I'm committed."
Miller led his tired horse to the stable, where he took some time to remove the saddle and hang things up before carefully brushing the horse and finally feeding it a grain of cereal. He examined the workmanship of the stable and noted that it was solidly built. This was no shoddy establishment. Whoever had built this knew what they were doing. Miller wondered where the owner of the house was. Miller went to the well and drew a bucket of water. First, he drank directly from it, then he washed his face and poured water over his head. He emptied the bucket and filled it with fresh, clear water. He drew a ladleful, drank it slowly, shook off the excess water, and hung the ladle back up. Miller turned and surveyed the area from this vantage point, admiring the view of the valley below. The builder had clearly been a lover of beauty. Miller noticed that the kitchen window faced the valley and overlooked the bumpy path leading to the homestead. Well thought out, Miller thought.
Miller walked around the homestead and noticed a few things that needed minor repairs. He made himself useful by fixing a broken corral rail and building a simple locking mechanism for the gate.
When Miller finished scoring, Clayton approached him and told him that dinner was ready. Miller's gruff face lit up in a smile. "I guess your mother can cook a decent meal," he said to Clayton. Clayton was surprised by the smile and smiled back automatically. He replied, "She's a good cook." Miller patted Clayton on the shoulder, and together they walked to the house.
The two washed their hands in the sink by the front door, dried them on a rough cloth hanging on the vanity, and went inside. Miller took off his battered hat as he slipped through the door. His gaze swept around the room and caught the scent of freshly baked bread. He noticed the table, the chairs, and the stove. A nook in the back was separated by a curtain, probably for Ellie. There were two beds in a small loft. A loaf of bread lay on the table, and Margrit brought in a plate piled high with thick slices of beef. "Please, sit down, Mr. Miller. It's not much, but it'll fill you up," Ellie invited.
“Wealth for a hungry man, ma’am,” Miller replied.
"Ellie, please, Mr. Miller," said Ellie.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
A small smile appeared on Ellie's face as she sat down. The group was silent.
while they ate their fill, and Margrit cleared the table after everyone had finished.
Miller had noticed that there were exactly four chairs in the small house,
Just enough for the family and one more.
Miller hesitantly asked, "Not curious, Ma'am, but where is the master of the house?"
Ellie's face fell silent. "He rode off a few months ago to explore the mountains and never returned," Ellie replied. "We've searched the hills, but found no trace of him." The children looked serious as Ellie spoke.
Miller slowly shook his head. "There are thousands of square kilometers of land out there; he could be anywhere." "We hope and pray every day that he returns to us, Mr. Miller."
Miller pushed back his chair and stood up. "I think I can stay and help, Mrs. Robinson. I've only been around a bit since I arrived here, and I know what needs to be done on an estate like this."
“You are welcome to stay as long as you like, Mr. Miller, but I can’t afford to pay you anything. We get by on our small vegetable garden and the game Clayton brings home. We recently had to slaughter a cow, as the game seems to have disappeared from the area lately,” Ellie explained.
Miller nodded brusquely. "You don't need to pay me anything, ma'am. You treated me kindly when I arrived, and there's no reason why I shouldn't return that kindness. I can help this young man in some way; I'm sure he can teach me a lot about your business."
"Ellie, please," blushed Mrs. Robinson.
“Yes, Ma’am,” Miller replied with a slight wink.
Miller turned and walked out, gazing at the landscape as he left the door. He paused a few steps outside, waiting for Clayton to catch up. "Where are the waterholes, young man?" Miller asked. Clayton gave him directions to several nearby water sources, including a stream that flowed year-round less than a mile away.
"Do you know your territory?" Miller asked.
“Sure!” Clayton replied enthusiastically. “Pa and I often went riding together to check on the cattle and things like that.”
Miller inspected the horses in the corral and spotted several promising cow ponies. "Is one of these yours?" he asked Clayton. Clayton pointed to a sturdy brown horse that he said was his usual mount. Miller liked the horse and expected it to do well. Miller looked up into the sun. "I suppose we'll go for a ride tomorrow so I can get used to the area. It's a bit late for a ride now. You can show me anything you think is necessary." Clayton beamed with importance and walked with a bit more energy. "I'm going to settle into the dorm," Miller said. "I'm going to sleep the best I've had in weeks."
“Just come out and make sure I’m up in time for breakfast, then we can start the day.” Clayton agreed and returned to the house. Miller went to the dormitory, took his sleeping bag off the saddle, and carried it inside along with his saddlebags. Miller opened the door, stepped inside, and examined the interior of the small dormitory. Directly in front of him were two bunks, with two more hanging on the wall to his right. To his left was a wood-burning stove with a rustic shelf on which sat several plates, a coffee pot, and two cups. Miller kicked the door shut, then went to the bunks on the right and dropped his saddlebags at the head of the lower bunk.
Miller removed his gun belt and then his boots. He took out his revolver and checked it for dust before holstering it. He rolled it up so the grip was easily accessible if he needed it quickly, and then settled down. Miller was sleeping soundly, more soundly than he had in weeks, and when he awoke, it was a slow process. He stroked his penis and decided to massage his morning erection. He stroked it listlessly and felt his penis slowly swell to about half its size when he heard a soft gasp. He saw Clayton standing in the doorway, wide-eyed, staring at Miller's large penis. He seemed to be in a trance, watching Miller's hand stroke it back and forth.
Miller's heart skipped a beat, and within seconds his penis throbbed to full size. Miller continued stroking himself while Clayton watched. The thought of the boy watching him aroused him, making him tingle faster than usual. Suddenly, Miller's hips lifted, and his penis spurted a large gush of semen onto the floor beside him.
Clayton was stunned. He had never seen a cock as big as Miller's, and the amount of semen was enormous. Suddenly, he noticed his own cock throbbing stiffly, then Miller's eyes met. Clayton was embarrassed to be caught watching and didn't know what to do.
"Come here, boy," Miller commanded. "You can't start your day like this."
Clayton slowly walked over to Miller and stood in front of him. His hard cock strained against his pants, his gaze flickering between Miller's face and his cock, which was slowly shrinking and still leaking some semen.
"Get that thing out of here, kid. We need to take care of this."
Clayton unzipped his single galosh, and his trousers fell until they hung from his hard cock. He then lifted them, exposing his stiff young penis to Miller's view. Miller reached out and grasped Clayton's well-formed penis, causing Clayton to gasp. Miller wrapped his hand around it and stroked it several times before taking Clayton's penis into his mouth.
Clayton groaned and thrust into Miller's mouth. Clayton had never felt anything so wonderful. Miller began sucking on Clayton's young penis, caressing his young, almost hairless testicles, and slipping a finger between Clayton's legs to tease his tight little asshole. After a few minutes, Clayton thrust hard and groaned as his penis spurted a nice load of sweet, young semen into Miller's mouth. Miller continued sucking and drinking until Clayton came.
Miller released Clayton's still-hard penis and said, "The best way to start the day is by letting this out. It makes everything else better somehow. Of course," he continued with a wink, "there's nothing wrong with doing it more often during the day; it's simply the best way to begin."
Clayton's face was red. "Wow, I've never felt anything like that before. Can we do that again sometime?"
Miller grinned. "I guess we'll have plenty more opportunities for that, yes."
Miller climbed out of his Soogan while Clayton was busy putting his trousers back on. Once Miller was dressed, Clayton said, "Ma said I should pick you up for breakfast."
"Well," said Miller, "I've made a small foray, I think I'd best get the rest." He smiled, put his hand on Clayton's shoulder and led him to the door.
After breakfast, Miller and Clayton saddled some horses and began exploring the pasture. Clayton outlined the most prominent features that characterized the Robinson herds to Miller as Miller demonstrated a winding trail. Miller's gaze kept wandering, and the conversation consisted of Miller pointing out various things to Clayton. Clayton was amazed at Miller's eyesight—it seemed nothing escaped him, from the tracks of a whitetail deer to the slither of a rattlesnake. They saw several cattle bearing the Robinson brand, and Miller cataloged them by age and condition. Most were in very good condition; the pasture was well-maintained for the number of cattle grazing on it. Miller asked Clayton, "How many animals does your father keep?"
Clayton thought for a moment and then replied: "It seems to me he said there were about 400 animals."
Miller nodded thoughtfully. Robinson was wise and didn't overcrowd the pasture with too many cattle. He had noticed that some were ready for market, and he thought Robinson might have been taking a count for a trip to town when something happened and he hadn't returned. He couldn't imagine a man with a family simply setting off and leaving. Nothing about this situation suggested that Robinson was such a man.
The two took a break under a group of poplar trees, at a small watering hole, where they watered the horses after they had eaten their fill.
Miller used the time to explain to Clayton how important it was to constantly look out for signs of activity. It was always better to see something before it sees you. After a pause in the conversation, Clayton asked hesitantly, "Can we do that again? Where did you blow me?" Miller smiled briefly at him. "Sure, go ahead."
Clayton quickly dropped his pants and stepped over to Miller, whose young cock was already rock hard. Miller began to stroke it gently, enjoying the feel of the soft skin, caressing the small testicles, then grasping the shaft and beginning to lick around the glans. Clayton moaned and closed his eyes, savoring the wonderful sensations coursing through his body. Miller enveloped the penis with his tongue, then took it into his mouth and began to slowly move the head up and down the stiff shaft. He had always preferred to enjoy boys. He moved and sucked, then let the hard penis spring out between his lips to lick down to the testicles, sucking them into his mouth as well and rolling them around with his tongue.
A finger slid slowly between Clayton's legs, teasing the tight, young anus. Clayton gasped and spread his feet so Miller's calloused finger could more easily rub the sensitive asshole. Clayton had never imagined he would feel such sensations in that area, and he thoroughly enjoyed the discovery. Miller began to rock again and soon felt the throbbing and pulsing of the cock that heralded an impending eruption. Soon after, the young cock began to spurt, delivering another dose of delicious young semen into Miller's hungry mouth. Miller's tongue continued to glide over the sensitive underside of the hard penis until Clayton was finally exhausted. Miller let the still-hard cock slide out between his lips, and Clayton, suddenly dazed, staggered a step back. One of Miller's strong hands grabbed Clayton's buttocks to keep him from falling, then squeezed them firmly a few times. Clayton smiled appreciatively and then blurted out: "Wow! I would love to do that all the time!"
Miller chuckled and said, "Well, it'll be sensitive after that, and you'll need a break. You could probably use it on a woman right away. You're still hard. Boys are like that—they just stay hard for a while—but the head gets really sensitive when you suck it." He reached out and gently stroked the stiff penis, then tickled the testicles. "You've got an admirable cock, boy. The girls are going to love you."
Clayton smiled proudly, without knowing exactly what Miller meant, but he understood that he would do something with a woman.
Clayton pulled up his trousers and threw the galuse over his shoulder.
The two took the reins of the horses, remounted, and began riding again across the countryside. As they approached the crest of a ridge, Miller suddenly stopped and lowered his gaze. Clayton looked around, trying to figure out what had caused Miller to stop, when he spotted the tracks of some horses. Miller examined the tracks with a slight frown and thought for a moment, then raised his head and surveyed the landscape once more.
Clayton finally asked, "What is this?"
Miller hesitated before replying: “I recognize one of the clues, and I don’t have a good feeling about it. I don’t want to drag you into something that could hurt you, so I’m considering the possibilities.”
Miller reined in his horse so that it followed the ridge instead of climbing it, using it as cover from the riders who had jumped over. The two rode along a winding path, keeping in the brush and along the gullies to avoid being seen, until they emerged near a poplar-lined stream. Miller led him into a thicket and then dismounted. "Stay here," he said curtly to Clayton.
Miller continued on foot, stealthily like a panther. Clayton lost sight of him almost immediately. Clayton stopped and listened. After a few minutes, he heard the clatter of hooves and murmured conversation.
The conversation ended with the cocking of a rooster. "Stay put," he heard Miller's voice say. "Red, I told you I never wanted to see you in this country again. What are you doing here?"
"Miller! I... I had no idea you were here!" Clayton guessed that must be Red's voice.
“I told you to leave the country and go to Montana or Oregon or somewhere else,” Miller said. “Now I see you again. You obviously didn’t take me seriously.”
"No! I'm leaving, just give me one chance!"
"You had your chance. Now carefully reach down and pull out the weapon."
And now throw them away.”
Clayton heard a dull thud.
"Who is your partner? He's terribly nervous, as if he thinks he might pull out his gun before I shoot a hole in him."
A new voice. "My name is Burton. I'm from down here."
"Anton Burton? I've heard of you," Miller said in a contemptuous voice.
"You shot a few drunken townspeople and you think you're a pretty tough guy. You can unload your weapon. Throw it next to the other one."
Clayton heard another dull thud.
"Okay, both of you get off and hold your hands so I can see them!" said Miller. "Good, go over there to that poplar tree."
"Red? Who is this guy?" Burton asked.
"This is Len Miller. Don't do anything that could kill us!"
"Len Miller?" Burton repeated quietly. "I have nothing to do with you."
That was the first time Clayton had heard Miller's first name.
“Not now, but I would like you to experience a different climate as well,” Miller replied.
Clayton heard a shuddering groan. "No, not again," Red blurted out.
"You had your chance, Red. This time it will be worse," Miller threatened.
Clayton dismounted and shuffled slowly forward, curious to see what was happening. He came to a clearing in the bushes where he could observe the drama unfolding. Miller had two men at gunpoint, one with bright red hair and a younger, dandyish-looking man whom Clayton assumed must be Burton. Both had their hands above their heads.
Miller stepped forward on cat-like feet, suddenly swung the rifle, and struck Burton in the side of the head. Burton fell to the ground as if he had been felled with an axe. "All right, Red. You're not going to give me any trouble, are you?"
"No," Red replied sadly.
Miller put away his pistol and then pulled a piggyback cord from a trouser pocket. He quickly tied Miller's hands, then stepped over to him and did the same to Burton, who lay groaning on the floor.
Miller turned around and saw Clayton standing there. "Get my rope, kid."
Clayton turned around and ran back to the horses, wrapped the rope around Miller's saddle horn, and hurried back with it. Miller took it from him and said, "Stay back there and don't say anything."
Clayton turned around and walked back to the edge of the small clearing.
Miller threw the rope over a sturdy poplar branch and then tied a loop around his own bound hands. Miller lifted Burton to his feet and held him until he could stand unsteadily. He looped the rope around Burton's hands and began to pull. He tightened the rope until both men stood with their hands raised high above their heads, just loose enough for them to stand. Miller tied the rope to another tree.
Miller stepped back and surveyed his work. Seemingly satisfied, he approached the two men, removed their holsters, and tossed them into the ground beside the revolvers. Then Miller drew his knife and pointed it at Burton. He cut the suspenders holding Burton's trousers, causing them to fall immediately around his ankles. Miller repeated this for Red and sheathed the knife.
Clayton was confused. He had no idea what Miller was planning, concluding that hanging wasn't what he had in mind. When Miller removed his own holster and placed it on the ground, Clayton was even more confused.
Miller took off his suspenders and stepped behind Burton's bare buttocks. He dropped his trousers and grabbed his already erect penis. Clayton's eyes widened. He had forgotten how big Miller's cock was, and it grew even larger as he watched. Miller stepped forward and rubbed it several times against Burton's ass crack.
"What are you doing? Are you crazy?" Burton shouted. Red's eyes rolled back to Burton, revealing Miller's large penis pointing menacingly at Burton's backside. Red knew what was coming and felt a pang of sympathy for Burton.
Miller's strong hands spread Burton's buttocks, and the tip of his cock touched Burton's asshole. "Hey! What do you mean…" Burton's voice ended in a scream as Miller brutally shoved the tip of his cock into Burton's anus. Miller thrust and twisted and drove his hard cock deeper into Burton's twisted asshole as Burton screamed in pain. Miller slowly stretched Burton's asshole wide enough to fit, then began a slow fucking motion. After a few minutes, Burton stopped screaming and only sobbed.
Miller fucked him relentlessly, and Clayton noticed Burton's cock begin to grow. It wasn't nearly as big as Miller's, but it stood straight up and bobbed to the rhythm of Miller's fucking. Miller began fucking harder, his hard belly slapping against Burton's ass cheeks. Burton groaned, then suddenly tensed. Clayton gasped as Burton began to spray cum onto the grass. Clayton suddenly noticed that his own cock was almost painfully hard and moved it in his pants. Burton's twitching asshole was enough for Miller, and Miller began to come inside Burton's asshole. He thrust hard, then paused as his cock sprayed, then thrust again and paused again. A few more short thrusts, and he was finished. Miller slowly pulled his cock out of Burton's twitching asshole. A gush of cum followed his glans and ran down Burton's balls and legs.
Miller grabbed his knife and cut the cord that bound Burton's hands together. Burton fell sobbing and gasping to his hands and knees. Miller gripped Burton tightly by the neck and dragged him in front of Red. "Kneel down!" Miller demanded. Burton sank to his knees.
"Now suck his cock!" Burton looked wildly at Miller, who stood there staring at him, his big cock still hanging out.
Miller grabbed Burton by the neck again and forced him to take Red's penis. "Suck it, I said!" Burton sobbed again, taking Red's penis into his mouth.
Miller stepped behind Red and asked menacingly, "Ready, Red?" Red simply closed his eyes.
Miller stroked his cock a little and rubbed it against Red's asshole. Miller began to get hard again and was soon hard enough to slide it in. Red just groaned in pain, reliving a past humiliation. Miller started fucking Red while Burton sucked on Red's now stiff cock. Miller started hard and fast until Red came in Burton's mouth. Burton coughed, and semen dripped down his chin, then he sat back on his heels, his eyes glazed. Miller took advantage of his spasming anus again and shot a second, smaller load into Red's ass.
When Miller was finished, he withdrew, again followed by a drop of semen. He shook off his penis and pulled up his pants. He picked up the knife again and cut the cord that bound Red's hands. Red stepped aside, head bowed, defeated.
Miller strapped his gun belt around his waist, took their rifles from their saddlecloths, and then asked gently, "Do you both understand me? I want you to leave this country. Canada is beautiful this time of year; perhaps you should visit. If I see you both again, you'll experience the same thing. Now get out of here!"
Red slowly pulled up his trousers, then shuffled over to Burton to help him to his feet and lead him to his horse. The two mounted, and Red led them slowly north. Miller gathered their revolvers and stowed them in his saddlebags. The rifles were strapped behind his saddle.
As Clayton and Miller walked back to the ranch in a wide arc, Clayton kept glancing over at Miller. Miller seemed relaxed, unconcerned about what had happened. Clayton went over everything one last time and finally asked quietly, "Why did Burton ejaculate when you fucked him?"
“Cumming. We call it cumming, kid,” Miller replied. “I guess his body enjoyed it more than he thought it would. Rubbing a certain spot on his butt can feel good, so good that you come.”
Clayton thought about it for a while and then said, "When he did that, I got really hard."
Miller smiled at him understandingly. "Would you like me to show you this spot?"
Clayton looked at Miller hopefully. "Could you?"
“I think we could do that,” Miller replied with satisfaction.
As they crossed a small stream, Miller suggested they wash up before continuing to the ranch. They rode along the stream until they reached a small pond that offered them space to bathe. The two dismounted, undressed, and waded into the cool water. They were an unlikely pair: the tall, muscular man, tanned and sculpted by nature, and the young man, lean and still weathered by time. After they had rinsed and cleaned themselves, Miller had Clayton bend over, his hands on his knees. Miller spread Clayton's buttocks and admired the tight little asshole. He leaned forward and licked it with his tongue. Clayton let out a surprised "Oh!" and Miller licked it again. Miller began licking Clayton's tiny anus; Clayton's cock was hard and throbbing. Miller reached between Clayton's legs and gently stroked the stiff cock as he continued licking. When it felt like Clayton was about to come, Clayton stopped stroking but continued with his tongue.
It wasn't long before Miller slid his tongue into Clayton's anus. Clayton pushed against Miller's tongue. Then Miller began to insert a finger into the tight rectum. Clayton moaned softly and gasped as the finger finally made its way through the tight opening. Miller gently pushed and twisted his finger inside the boy, loosening the tight ring. Finally, Miller rubbed Clayton's prostate, pressing the hard tip of his finger against the surface of the inner glans. Clayton's moans grew a little louder, and Miller moved forward while continuing to finger his anus. Then Miller took Clayton's hard cock deep into his mouth and rubbed it vigorously while sucking until Clayton's cock exploded in Miller's mouth, spraying a gush of creamy semen. Miller sucked and rubbed, and Clayton's body twitched, thrusting his cock into Miller's face until he was exhausted. Clayton gasped as he finally slid out of Miller's mouth, stood knee-deep in the water, and regained his senses. He looked at Miller in awe. "Holy cow! Was that the spot you told me about?" he asked. Miller nodded, smiling. "Yes. Did you like it?"
"Yeah, sure! I'm wondering what it would feel like if you fucked me?" Clayton asked.
"Well, maybe we'll find out tonight," Miller said. "Can your mom let you sleep out in the dorm tonight, and maybe we can arrange something then."
Clayton's expression brightened. "Sure!"
As Miller stood up, Clayton saw Miller's huge, erect cock. He remembered that Miller hadn't come yet, and he felt sorry for him. An idea came to him. "Could I suck you the way you did me?" he asked Miller. Miller looked thoughtful. "I don't know if you can fit it in your mouth, but if you want to try, that would be fine." Clayton reached out, gently touched Miller's stiff penis, and then wrapped his fingers around it. Remembering Miller's approach, he licked the purple glans and then the sensitive skin on the underside. Miller, in turn, enjoyed the sensation of the small hand and soft tongue on his hard penis and did his best to maintain control and not come too quickly. Clayton licked a few more times, then opened his penis wide and put the tip of Miller's penis in his mouth. He tried to push deeper but could only get a little bit in, which disappointed him somewhat. On the other hand, he had never touched another man's penis before and enjoyed playing with it. Miller suggested Clayton stroke it and suck on the tip. Clayton began stroking it, then reached out his other hand and stroked Miller's large scrotum.
This went on for several more minutes, with Clayton never getting more than a few inches of Miller's cock into his mouth, no matter how wide he tried to open it. Finally, Miller told Clayton he was about to come, and Clayton stroked him with renewed enthusiasm, using both hands. Miller finally came, shooting a large stream of thick, creamy semen into Clayton's mouth. Clayton swallowed as fast as he could to keep up with the stream, and as Miller slowed down, Clayton let the semen slosh around in his mouth.
Clayton critically tasted the semen and finally decided he liked it. When Miller had finished, he gently withdrew from Clayton's mouth.
"How was I?" Clayton asked.
"Absolutely perfect," Miller replied. He helped Clayton to his feet, then the two of them went to the shore and dried themselves with their shirts. They got dressed, mounted their horses, and set off for home.