"A True Frontier Town"
Part 13
"Well, a bargain is passable, I could help you fellers out if I had a mind to. Got any money for bail?" the deputy asked.
"How much? interjected Burt, thinking a fraud for money, a crooked deputy pulled for cash on strangers. They had the money, but it belonged to Sam. "$25.00 bucks – each" said the deputy, whose name was Carl.
Carl was on the grubby side with stringy hair poking out from under a dirty looking hat riddled with sweat and dirt. He could have been in his forties or fifties, hard to tell. He no doubt slept in his clothes, and they looked it. His gut hung slightly over his belt, husky and hard looking chunk of a man.
Carl stood outside the jai bars talking. Nobody else was around, and the jail room was quiet. Carl leaned into the metal door, pushing his crotch between the bars. His crotch looked like a picnic basket.
"Now if lover boy over there, (pointing to Burt) would get on his knees and lick my pecker, I'll let you boys out now. That is not a bad deal; otherwise you miss your train, and you get out tomorrow. It's up to you."
Carl was aroused and rubbing his crotch quickly filling with meat.
"I ain't no homo, like hell, I'm not doing that," screamed Burt.
"You drovers are lovers not fighters, (your words) that is close enough for me. Get the fuck over here, and work this pecker, if you want to bargain." "If you get your pecker sucked, you will honestly, let us go?" asked Austin.
"Yep, I'll shake on it," agreed Carl.
"Okay, then I'll do it. I'll suck the dang thing, leave Burt alone."
"Naw, no you won't. I want the pretty boy with the sweet lips. Let me show you what wrangler Burt has to work with." Carl mumbled, opening his pants.
Carl flipped out his cock along with his balls between the jail bars. He had big balls and plenty of meat.
"C'mon, let' get this over with," he demanded. Burt got on his knees, held his cock in his hands, and hesitated. "Can you wash it?" he asked.
"Nope, that is what your nasty tongue is for, get on it," Carl demanded. His pecker smelled like piss, dry cum and sticky cum, salty with crotch sweat. Burt snuggled under his belly and gingerly licked his cock, and then put it in his mouth.
"That's it homo boy, a couple of more licks, and it will taste good. Oddly enough, Carl was correct, after a few sucks, it was okay.
Burt went after his pecker holding his balls, massaging cum from a willing sack. Burt liked it - Carl really liked it.
Austin stood by watching and becoming aroused, seeing a side of Burt he enjoyed seeing. Carl grunted like a bull. Austin saw Carl was about to unload in Burt's mouth. Would the pecker sauce taste like cream, or be garbage. Either way Burt had to do it.
Austin held the back of Burt head, so he had to take whatever Carl was feeding him. This was Burt's payback time, for getting them into trouble, and Austin liked seeing it.
Carl grunted like a bull pumping a load into Burt's mouth, cursing and talking to him like a whore-pig. Austin expected Burt to spit onto the cell floor, but only a little cum ran from his lips. Burt swallowed, dang, it must have tasted okay, maybe even good.
"Good job, sweet lips," quoted Carl, shoving his meat back into his pants. "I'll be right back," he stated.
"Burt sat on the edge of the bunk for a minute wiping his mouth with his shirt. Austin ran his fingers through Burt's hair getting it back in place. He plunked his hat back on Burt' head wanting to say something but didn't.
Carl returned with a big iron key and unlocked the cell door. "Okay, boys you're free to go. Get out of Dodge, and be on that train. I don't want to see your raggedy butts around here after that. "However, sweet lips," he said to Burt, "You can come back anytime, if yuh got a mind to.
They walked down Front Street in the sunshine. "Whew, what the hell was all that about? Austin asked Burt, finally deciding to talk.
"C'mon don't try being nice, you know we were wrangled by a deputy. It was not bad for you, but I paid a price," Burt declared, still spitting on the ground as they walked.
"Yup, you did, but jail was your fault."
"I know – I know, I should not have mouthed off and apologized. Can we not talk about it?" asked Burt.
"Sound like a plan. How are you feeling? "Nothing wrong with me, I only sucked a pecker, that's all, I didn't get shot." Burt admitted staying calm.
"I think I would rather get shot."
"That's a yarn, you offered to suck his pecker saving me from doing it. There you go again making up a story.
"I offered for you, but he wanted, "sweet lips," ha-ha, giggled Austin.
"Much appreciated, yuh jackass - never mind! We have two hours before the train. How about coffee, I want to drown out the taste in my mouth.
"How was it?" asked Austin, even though they were not taking about it, any longer.
"Not that bad."
"Carl is still at the jail house, if you want to go back for seconds. I bet he wouldn't mind," teased Austin.
"You are a genuine twit," Burt whispered as they went through the door, to Front Street Café for coffee. "Shut the fuck up."
"Coffee, Gladys," said Austin to a women writing down orders for customers. Her name was on a hat she wore.
"How about you, good looking, she said to Burt. "Is that two coffees? "Yes ma'am, two coffees – black," Burt replied as polite as can be.
"Apple pie is warm right from the oven," added Gladys.
"Sound good, yep, bring the pie too."
There was a single stall washroom for hand washing, so Burt ducked in there quickly to wash his cum stained fingers and splash water on his face. The coffee was on the table when he returned.
They sat drinking coffee and jabbering away, not mentioning jail or Carl any longer. However, it was only a matter of time before it came up again. It was too wild a topic to ignore for long.
"Well," said Burt.
"Well – what?"
"I suppose the fellers on the ranch are going to hear how I sucked off the deputy sheriff of Dodge city."
"Not from me. You are the one with the smart mouth. Let's bury the hatchet and forget about this." Austin replied, hoping Burt's embarrassment had changed him.
Although Burt was not embarrassed, he didn't want Sam or Marion Clarkson knowing cowboy business. Queer ranch workers were off-limits, around farm hands. Good golly, the ranch was a closet of queers.
Time was drawing near. They had a train to catch. Out from the café, they walked together as mates. Some good comes from the worse of everything. Burt was now a sensible cowpoke, and Austin liked what he saw. He was good looking, however "looks," meant little to Austin, he was a handsome cowboy himself.
Even though they both had a certain degree of charm, friendship wasn't about good looks, it was about friendship. Austin knew however, nobody could match Jeb. With Jeb, they were solid cowboys in love, and Austin intended keeping it that way. However, he did like Burt.
"Well, a bargain is passable; I could help you fellers out if I had a mind to. Got any money for bail?" the deputy asked.
"How much? Interjected Burt, thinking a fraud for money, a crooked deputy pulled for cash on strangers. They had the money, but it belonged to Sam. "$25.00 bucks – each" said the deputy, whose name was Carl.
Carl was on the grubby side with stringy hair poking out from under a dirty looking hat riddled with sweat and dirt. He could have been in his forties or fifties, hard to tell. He no doubt slept in his clothes, and they looked it. His gut hung slightly over his belt, husky and hard looking chunk of a man.
Carl stood outside the jail bars talking. Nobody else was around, and the jail room was quiet. Carl leaned into the metal door, pushing his crotch between the bars. His crotch looked like a picnic basket.
"Now if lover boy over there, (pointing to Burt) would get on his knees and lick my pecker, I'll let you boys out now. That is not a bad deal; otherwise, you miss your train, and you get out tomorrow. It's up to you."
Carl was aroused and rubbing his crotch quickly filling with meat.
"I ain't no homo, like hell, I'm not doing that," screamed Burt.
"You drovers are lovers not fighters, (your words) that is close enough for me. Get the fuck over here, and work this pecker, if you want to bargain."
"If you get your pecker sucked, you will honestly, let us go?" asked Austin.
"Yep, I'll shake on it," agreed Carl.
"Okay, then I'll do it. I'll suck the dang thing, leave Burt alone."
"Naw, no you won't. I want the pretty boy with the sweet lips. Let me show you what wrangler Burt has to work with." Carl mumbled, opening his pants.
Carl flipped out his cock along with his balls between the jail bars. He had big balls and plenty of meat.
"C'mon, let' get this over with," he demanded.
Burt got on his knees, held his cock in his hands, and hesitated. "Can you wash it?" he asked.
"Nope, that is what your nasty tongue is for, get on it," Carl demanded. His pecker smelled like piss, dry cum and sticky cum, salty with crotch sweat. Burt snuggled under his belly and gingerly licked his cock, and then put it in his mouth.
"That's it homo boy, a couple of more licks, and it will taste good. Oddly enough, Carl was correct, after a few sucks, it was okay. Burt went after his pecker holding his balls, massaging cum from a willing sack. Burt liked it - Carl really liked it.
Austin stood by watching and becoming aroused, seeing a side of Burt he enjoyed seeing. Carl grunted like a bull. Austin saw Carl was about to unload in Burt's mouth. Would the pecker sauce taste like cream, or be garbage. Either way Burt had to do it.
Austin held the back of Burt head, so he had to take whatever Carl was feeding him. This was Burt's payback time, for getting them into trouble, and Austin liked seeing it.
Carl grunted like a bull pumping a load into Burt's mouth, cursing and talking to him like a whore-pig. Austin expected Burt to spit onto the cell floor, but only a little cum ran from his lips. Burt swallowed, dang, it must have tasted okay, maybe even good.
"Good job, sweet lips," quoted Carl, shoving his meat back into his pants. "I'll be right back," he stated.
"Burt sat on the edge of the bunk for a minute wiping his mouth with his shirt. Austin ran his fingers through Burt's hair getting it back in place. He plunked his hat back on Burt' head wanting to say something but did not.
Carl returned with a big iron key and unlocked the cell door. "Okay, boys you're free to go. Get out of Dodge, and be on that train. I don't want to see your raggedy butts around here after that. "However, sweet lips," he said to Burt, "You can come back anytime, if yuh got a mind to.
They walked down Front Street in the sunshine. "Whew, what the hell was all that about? Austin asked Burt, finally deciding to talk.
"C'mon don't try being nice, you know we were wrangled by a deputy. It was not bad for you, but I paid a price," Burt declared, still spitting on the ground as they walked.
"Yup, you did, but jail was your fault."
"I know – I know, I should not have mouthed off and apologized. Can we not talk about it?" asked Burt.
"Sound like a plan. How are you feeling?
"Nothing wrong with me, I only sucked a pecker, that's all, I didn't get shot." Burt admitted staying calm.
"I think I would rather get shot."
"That's a yarn; you offered to suck his pecker saving me from doing it. There you go again making up a story.
"I offered for you, but he wanted, "sweet lips," ha-ha, giggled Austin.
"Much appreciated, yuh jackass - never mind! We have two hours before the train. How about coffee, I want to drown out the taste in my mouth.
"How was it?" asked Austin, even though they were not taking about it, any longer.
"Not that bad."
"Carl is still at the jail house, if you want to go back for seconds. I bet he wouldn't mind," teased Austin.
"You are a genuine twit," Burt whispered as they went through the door, to Front Street Café for coffee. "Shut the fuck up."
"Coffee, Gladys," said Austin to a women writing down orders for customers. Her name was on a hat she wore.
"How about you, good looking, she said to Burt. " Is that two coffees?
"Yes ma'am, two coffees – black," Burt replied as polite as can be.
"Apple pie is warm right from the oven," added Gladys.
"Sound good, yep, bring the pie too."
There was a single stall washroom for hand washing, so Burt ducked in there quickly to wash his cum stained fingers and splash water on his face. The coffee was on the table when he returned.
They sat drinking coffee and jabbering away, not mentioning jail or Carl any longer. However, it was only a matter of time before it came up again. It was too wild a topic to ignore for long.
"Well," said Burt.
"Well – what?"
"I suppose the fellers on the ranch are going to hear how I sucked off the deputy sheriff of Dodge City."
"Not from me. You are the one with the smart mouth. Let's bury the hatchet and forget about this." Austin replied, hoping Burt's embarrassment had changed him.
Although Burt was not embarrassed, he didn't want Sam or Marion Clarkson knowing cowboy business. Queer ranch workers were off-limits, around farm hands. Good golly, the ranch was a closet of queers.
Time was drawing near. They had a train to catch. Out from the café, they walked together as mates. Some good comes from the worse of everything.
Burt was now a sensible cowpoke, and Austin liked what he saw. He was good looking, however "looks," meant little to Austin, he was a handsome cowboy himself.
Even though they both had a certain degree of charm, friendship wasn't about good looks, it was about friendship. Austin knew however, nobody could match Jeb. With Jeb, they were solid cowboys in love, and Austin intended keeping it that way. However, he did like Burt.
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