"A True Frontier Town" By Mark Sherwood *********
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Disclaimer
The names, places, and events in the story, "A True Frontier Town," are fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental.
There is only one Dodge City, Kansas, and it has its hands full, creating nostalgia. I hate to settle for good enough; believing discomfort is the curse of old gay Cowboys from the past, so I will not. What I will do, is tell you about it.
There are stories that keep jumping up and hitting you in the face. Frankly, when said and done, it is the clandestine things making this true western town, and its people, worth talking about. Here, is one, such gay story.
In the latter years of the 1800s, when cowboys rode east to west along the Santa Fe Trail, there are moments, worth remembering. Dodge City has a vivid past. Buffalo hunters, cattle drives, cowboys, saloon fights, and gunslingers became common. The term "Red Light District" began in Dodge City. Wranglers used red train lanterns to see their way along Front Street to the brothels. Oh, what a little moonlight could do?
Gay cowboys, (called Homo's) and ranch hands (Homo's) turn out to be numerous, but not talked about. It was totally predictable.
"The Story"
Jeb Benson's buckskin horse named "Charlie." stopped at a trail sign, indicating Elkader straight ahead, and Dodge, off to the right. Jeb leaned forward pushing his crotch into the saddle horn leaning up higher to read the sign. "Dang blasted, almost crushed the nutts," he muttered aloud, talking to Charlie, his horse. He made no effort to move, he quietly sat high in the saddle, looking at the sign.
Jeb heard the slow gallop of an oncoming horse and rider behind him. He moved slightly, but stayed deciding which way to go on the split roadway.
"Howdy partner, you look lost; heading to Elkader?" He asked.
"Nope – Dodge, but this sign doesn't look right to me, something is wrong."
"Yup, it is wrong. Somebody turned it around, indicating that Dodge was to the right, and it is straight ahead, about forty miles or so. Although you won't make it today, it is getting late. There is a town called "Garden" halfway; you could bunk there."
Yup, I know "Garden," ain't much there. I will camp overnight near the river and go on in the morning. My name is Jeb Benson."
"Howdy Jeb. They call me Austin. Of course, Austin is my name, so why not? It's Austin Blake." He spoke with charisma almost to the point of smart aleck. However, young and sexy, isn't so bad.
I am going to Dodge also. Mind if I ride along? We can partner up for the ride, and it will be safer," Austin informed him.
"Safer! Are there problems on the Santa Fe Trail? The Osage Indians are on the reservation now, so except for robbers, it should be okay."
"A lone rider can be jumped and robbed. Two riders as partners are safer," continued Austin.
Austin seemed likable sitting on his horse. Jeb, being a thirty-year-old homo cowboy, noticed everything that interested him. One stare and there was much to look at. It wasn't anything he hadn't seen before, but Austin had it in a larger size.
Jeb wasn't knockout gorgeous; however, he had a solid, handsome face, lean built with curly reddish-blond hair. There is something mysterious about a cowboy hat.
It makes a plain wrangler sexy. Just the same, these cowboys didn't need a hat to look hot.
They rode off together along the Santa Fe Trail straight ahead in the right direction.
"So where yuh from?" asked Austin.
"Here – there - everywhere," Jeb replied. "How `bout you?"
"Topeka, I'm a Kansas boy spreading my wings to see what I can see in Kansas. My uncle owns the livery stable in Dodge, and I have a job waiting when I get there. It includes bunk and board, so why not give it a try. I already made one friend, YOU, and we aren't even there yet," smiled Austin.
Gosh, that smile was nerve racking. He was full of surprises, and Jeb noticed every one of them.
"Did you ever hear of the "Clarkson Horse Ranch?" asked Jeb?
"Who hasn't, Sam Clarkson owns the biggest spread in this part of Kansas. He supplies horseflesh for the Army at Fort Topeka. He' a big time rancher, oh yuh, big time."
"That is where I'm heading when I get to Dodge. I break horses and hate to say how many times I've been thrown on my rear. It does a job on my pecker too depending how you land."
"Your wife will have to kiss it and make it all better," chuckled Austin trying to be a comic.
"I don't have a wife?
"Then your girlfriend."
"No girlfriend."
"How about a boyfriend?"
"We are only talking here, so don't get piss ass mean about anything." Said Austin, thinking he may have gone too far.
"Nope, no boyfriend; at least not yet,"
"Do tell!" Austin replied flashing a compelling smile. Whoo!
That topic soon ended and not much was said for the next fifteen miles.
It was getting late in the day and the horses needed resting. Jeb never liked pushing Charlie, his horse to the point of exhaustion. Austin felt the same way. They went off the trail to the nearby Saddle Creek River, to find water.
"Let' camp here, I don't feel like riding anymore today," declared Austin.
"I thought you liked riding," exclaimed Jeb, teasing him, but only slightly.
"This is closing time at the watering hole." Austin mumbled sitting back on a large boulder watching Jeb dismount from his horse.
There was mutual admiration here when it comes to looks, and sex appeal. You have to get up early to milk a cow, but it took Austin only a gander's glance at Jeb's ass, to become unhinged. Still with all the dirty thinking, nobody spoke their thoughts aloud.
They gathered bacon, beans, and coffee from their saddlebags. It wasn't much of a meal, but it was food, and that was good enough. Austin had a couple of sugar buns wrapped in paper that he shared with Jeb.
They sat next to one another with only the light from the fire in front of them. It was early summer, warm during the day, but cold at night. They each had blankets and used their saddles as a pillow trying to get comfortable.
"Jeb, are you sleeping?"
"No."
"Are there any rattlesnake around here?"
"Not at night. The snakes are sleeping like you should be," mumbled Jeb.
"I'm cold," whined Austin.
Jeb got up and crawled next to Austin pushing their bodies together to keep warm. He used both blankets, and Austin was finally quiet nestled in Jeb's arms.
As the morning light started breaking over the mountain, Jeb woke up finding his hand on Austin's crotch. Austin's pants were unbuttoned and his cock was bulging.
He wasn't wearing typical long-john cowboy underwear. In fact, he had nothing under his jeans except warm swelling cock. Dang, if it didn't come supersized.
Austin appeared to be sleeping and perhaps he was, however it was a little too organized to be an error. Not feeling like game playing, Jeb put his hand on Austin's warm meat pulling it free from his jeans. He wanted to hold it.
Austin didn't move and said nothing. Hard to imagine he was still sleeping, however, that made little difference now. His pecker was in Jeb's hand and he began sliding it back and forth rubbing his finger around its sticky head. The aroma of luscious cock drew Jeb's face energized to Austin's crotch.
Austin turned over on his back. He stayed lying flat, unbuckling his jeans, pulling them down, and exposing his crotch with hefty compact hairy balls. Now Jeb could get closer.
The morning was becoming brighter. Jeb wrapped his lips around Austin's pecker taking in as much meat as possible. He choked a little getting it all covered with his mouth, but deemed it necessary for a beautiful creature who willingly wanted to feed him.
Austin's hand gently touched Jeb's head running his fingers through his hair. No wondering about sleepy time, any longer, Austin, fully awake, knew what he was doing.
"Don't stop!" whispered Austin. His hand continued fondling the soft blond locks of hair, on Jeb's head.
Several deeper throat dives with Jeb's lips locked tightly around Austin's pecker, was all she wrote. He erupted a cowboy's load of milk sauce into Jeb's mouth. It disappeared down his throat as quickly as it sprung from the slippery pink head of his friends cock.
Austin mumbled, "Whoo, - Thanks' partner" and got up to made coffee.
Superior moves were on its way, and Austin couldn't wait to reciprocate.
Part 2 "The Ride."