Logan O'Dell Rides
Copyright© 2026 by Writer Mick
Chapter 12
Western Sex Story: Chapter 12 - Logan O'Dell was cut loose at a young age in the late 1880's. This is a portion of his story
Caution: This Western Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Western Cream Pie First Oral Sex Tit-Fucking Prostitution
I was frozen in place as I looked at the glorious, rich, red and orange of the sunset before me. If you could see love, would it look like this?
Where did that come from?
When I walked past their cabin, I saw Clete and Silvy sitting on the rugged, wooden bench they’d built for their porch out of old fence railings. They were sitting close together with a thick indian blanket over their legs. I waved as I walked past and they waved back. The cabin was working well for Clete and now that he was healed and taking over his old duties, he seemed to be a happy man.
It occurred to me that a man might ride for the brand a lot more willingly if he could have a small place and a way to start a family while still riding for the brand. I knew of men who quit riding for a ranch because they found a girl and wanted a family. This might start a trend.
Only one of the hands had the gall to talk about the time he’d fucked Silvy, and before he could finish, two of the other hands beat him senseless, put him on his horse, and led him to the ranch gate. I know from other conversations that the two who did the beating had also been with Silvy, but they respected her and Clete, and never a time passed by that they didn’t address her as “ma’am” or Mrs. McCalister.
I wondered if that sort of respect would be extended to Melinda if we got together.
WHAT!?!?
Where the hell did that thought come from? Maybe Missus was right and I really needed to sleep on this stuff. Then I started to worry that I might have another dream and wake up screaming in the bunkhouse. The lights in the main house went out and I stood looking at the stars in the dark. One portion of the heavens looked just like that, heaven. It was white and almost billowy with just stars. Occasionally a shooting star would streak across the beautiful white background.
I wondered if Melinda was looking at the same stars.
WHAT!?!?
OK, this was getting to be too much. I was thinking of her too much. Why? I turned to walk back to the bunkhouse and as I walked I caught myself rubbing the front of my pants. I quickly put my hand at my side and looked around in the dark to see if anyone was watching.
I walked to the side of the bunkhouse and followed the dim lantern that was always hanging to the side of the door to the privy. Once inside I turned the wooden handle that locked the door. Turning toward one of the three holes inside I undid the buttons of my pants and pulled out my cock. It was thicker than normal, thanks to my thoughts of Melinda I guess, and I hefted it in my hand before I pissed in the hole.
When the flow stopped I shook myself free of any spare drops and hefted my cock again. It felt different than when Melinda just picked it up and seemed to measure its’ weight. Before Melinda all I new about cocks was that they pissed and when I was around Darlene it got longer and harder. I now knew that if it was rubbed enough it shot out stuff. I knew the stuff tasted a little salty. I mean I got it on my hands and it just seemed natural to taste it.
Melinda seemed to like it ... a lot. And I seemed to like her getting from me ... a lot. As I held my cock I gave it a squeeze and felt it begin to thicken. I imagined Melinda, stroking it and kissing it and sliding it into herself and ... Ooohhh. I shot my seed all over the wall of the privy and across the seats.
Awareness of feelings of shame started to come to me but I pushed them down. I shook more drops off and I tucked my cock back into my pants, pushing the length down my pants leg. I buttoned up and lifted the handle to unlock the door. Stepping out into the darkness I adjusted my cock to a more comfortable position and quickly walked back to the entrance to the bunkhouse.
The door opened quietly and I waved to the few men at the end of the long dark room. They sat around a table with a lantern, playing poker. I nodded to them and began to take off my clothes. Down to my longjohns, I crawled into my bunk and bunched up the pillow.
A feeling of deep relaxation came over me. It was like the feelings I had with Melinda after we’d fucked.
No, that’s not right. We didn’t fuck, we made love.
No! That’s not right either, we weren’t in love.
No! That’s not right.
Wait!
Stop!
My brain wouldn’t shut off. I tried to think of the pinto and all I saw was it taking me to Melinda. I thought about riding herd on the prairie and Melinda was next to me. Finally, I just took my pillow, my substitute for Melinda, in my arms and fell asleep with her.
I woke to the sounds of men moving around the bunkhouse. There was a line at the privy and a few of the men were around behind the privy pissing in the grass. I joined them and noticed that their cocks were much smaller than mine. I took out my cock to piss and one of the men said, “Holy shit O’Dell! No wonder that Pinto likes you so much. It thinks you’re a horse!”
“No, the pinto hangs out with him thinking he’ll draw more mares!”
“The damn horse is probably hoping for lessons on how to mount a filly.”
I finished and smiled before going back in the bunk house and putting on clean pants and a shirt. I also took up a clean set of long johns and stuffed them in my saddle bags. After pulling on my boots I took out for the barn. I was intending to get Whistle and take off for town but I saw Mister.
“MISTER!” I yelled and he waved me over.
“Good morning, Logan.”
“Good morning, boss.”
“What can I do for you?”
“I don’t know. I mean I know but I don’t know how to ask. Or maybe what to ask.”
He looked at me with an amused look on his face and clapped me on the back.
“Logan, you ... Need a woman.”
“What? No! Well Maybe.”
“Yeah, you need a woman. And I’d wager that you need a specific woman. One that looks like my wife’s sister.”
I shook my head and furrowed my brow.
“No ... Yeah ... Maybe so. Mister, what in the hell am I doing?”
The huge man laughed and clapped me on the back so hard that I thought my heart stopped.
“I remember when I felt the same way. I didn’t know if I was afoot or horseback half the time. When I was with Missus I couldn’t think. When I was away from her all I COULD do was think about her. I walked into walls and tripped over my own big feet. She just vexed me something fierce.”
“What’d you do?”
“I finally showed her my cock and after that she was acting the same way about me. So, what could I do? I married her. Looks to me like you need to get married. Soon!”
“Did Missus plan this when she had her sister over the other day?”
“Of course she did. She knows what her sister needs and she knows what you’ve got.”
“So I’m a just a big old cock and that’s all that matters.”
“You know what, Logan? I thought the same thing until Missus began to take care of me. She shot a rattler that was fixin’ to bite me. One night, she washed my back and I’d never felt anything like that. She didn’t play with my cock, she washed my back. It was glorious. Yeah, you need to get your back washed on a regular basis.”
I must have looked really confused, because Mister clapped me on the shoulder again and said, “Logan, go to town, talk to Melinda. After that figure out what to do.”
“Mister, I talked to her day before and that’s what started all of this off in my head.”
“That just means that you need to talk to her some more. You only got a part of the talking taken care of.”
“What if the talk ends up with me being the new Sheriff?”
“Then you’ll be the new Sheriff and you’ll have an amazing woman at your side AND one who’ll wash your back.”
I stood there with my mouth open and my eye blinking furiously, thinking I should ask something and not knowing what.
“Logan! Go!” Mister exclaimed with entirely too much joy.
That woke out of my stupor and I ran to the stable, whistling the pinto’s call the whole way. He came running like his tail was on fire. I opened the door from the corral to the stable and after he jumped the fence from the pasture to the corral he ran into the stable.
“Whistle you’re not going to like this but I think I’m going to be moving to town. That means no herd of mares for you for a while.”
He blew and shook his head back and forth.
“Well not forever. Once I get there and find a place I’ll buy your mares and move them to town. But first I have to get my back washed.”
The stallion turned his head and looked at me. If he could speak he’d have ask if I was crazy. I was, but I didn’t think it was so obvious that a dumb horse would notice. I brushed him down to remove the debris from his rolling around and put on his blanket and the saddle. I held out the hackamore and he slid his head into it. I reached into the sack on the peg next to the hackamore and gave him a couple of sugar cubes.
After checking to be sure everything fit as it should, I walked to the stable door. Turning to head towards the bunkhouse, Whistle followed along. First I walked to the cookhouse to get some grub for my trip to town. When I got to the door I turned and looked at the pinto and said, “I’ll be right back, I need some food for the trip.”
Whistle blew lifted his head in understanding. A few of the hands watched in amazement at the interaction between the stallion and me. I opened the door to the cookhouse and walked in.
“Don’t let that critter come in here!” Cookie hollered. “I ain’t got a bench for him to sit on. And I’m afraid you two with start showing off your cocks!”
“What?” I asked loudly.
He chuckled and said, “Some of the boys were telling me what happened by the privy this morning. Is it true that the horse looks up to you and when he grows up he wants to be hung like you?”
I dropped my head and just shook it back and forth slowly. As I did that Cookie let out a cackle that passes for his laugh. His shoulders were hefting up and down as he cackled and tried to breath.
“Morning, Cookie. I’m riding to town and I need some grub. What can you throw together quick?”
He took a breath and smiled at me before handing me a sack.
“What’s this?”
“Mister came by and told me you would be off to town before breakfast.”
“Oh he did, did he?”
“Yup. I got some biscuits, butter, and bacon for you and couple of apples for the stallion.”
“Perfect. Thanks Cookie.”
Cookie held onto the sack as I took hold of it. He looked at me and very seriously asked, “Logan? You coming back?”
“Cookie, I honestly just don’t know.”
“Well, if you don’t it’s been a pleasure. You’re a hell of a hand and a good friend.”
He held out his hand and I took it. He shook it enthusiastically and turned back for the kitchen. I hefted the bag of grub and smiled before walking out the door, tied the sack onto the saddle, and mounted up. I started moving slowly, looking around and taking in the sights of the ranch. This was as much a home as the Circle Q had been and the Quincannon’s were as much family as the Tuckers. As I passed the house, Missus came out and stopped me with a wave.
“Logan, you know that I hope you don’t come back, but if you do you’ll always have a home here.”
“Thanks, Missus. That means a lot to me. Got any messages for Melinda?”
“Yeah, tell her I said hold on tight.”
“To what?” I asked.
“She’ll know what and you’ll know when it happens.”
“Right. Thanks again.”
I turned Whistle towards the gate and trotted him out there. I dismounted, undid the latch. Whistle walked through and stopped to look back. I heard the mares call for him and I felt bad for the animal. But we’d either be back or we’d have a new home and I’d find a way to get the mares back with us.
I closed the gate, latched it, and mounted the pinto.
“Let’s go to town.”
And off we went.
My brain was running like a pack of wild Indians as we walked or trotted down the trail to town. It occurred to me that if I did get with Melinda that I’d be living off of her and her girls and even Darlene. Well that didn’t feel right. Even living with her in her room for a few days or weeks until I found a job and a place to live didn’t sit well.
But maybe I wasn’t going to be with Melinda.
And maybe when she saw me she’d put a rope around me and tie me to the bed in her room. Maybe she’d catch me at the privy and throw a loop around my cock and pull me in. Maybe ... Maybe I should stop thinking about her.
Maybe.
“Whistle, what the hell am I doing?”
He blew a little as if to say, “Hell if I know”.
“Do you have this sort of trouble with the mares and fillies?”
He actually shook his head, which just surprised the hell out of me. I laughed out loud and gave him a little kick in the slates to speed him up. I had started putting things in order. I had step one and two in place. Steps three, four, and five were in various orders depending on what I was thinking of at the time. If I was going to court Melinda, I needed to have a job in town and a place to stay.
That meant that I had to take the job of Sheriff. And that meant that I needed to talk to either the Mayor or the president of the bank. I had no idea of where the Mayor might be, but the president of the bank would be in the bank; I supposed.
“Yup, that’s what I’m gonna do. Whistle, I think I got a plan. I hope it works out.”
The town was awake and busy when we rode in. I caught a few people looking at me and the pinto. I didn’t know if that was good or bad. I rode straight to the bank and dismounted, tying up Whistle at the hitching post. It suddenly occurred to me that I’d never been in a bank before. Opening the door, the first thing I noticed was that it smelled different.
It was a mixture of clean and something else. Was that the smell of money? I looked around and saw one man in particular who was sitting behind what looked like a fence. He had a funny looking hat and a sign on the cage saying “Head Clerk”, so I approached him.
“Hello. My name is Logan O’Dell and I think I need to see Mr. Robert Brooks, the President of the bank.”
“Regarding what?” He said not even looking up from the book he was writing in.
“Regarding me being the new Sheriff.”