"A True Frontier Town"
Part 14
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They stopped at the livery stable to retrieve their overnight bags containing a change of clothes. They never saw Gus.
Travelling by train was something new for both of them, but they were not dumb. They heard about coach, dining car, and smoking car. There was another called Pullman sleeping car but they didn't study on that.
Austin pulled from his pocket, the train tickets that Sam gave him. He knew, but forgot to tell Burt, they were not going to Wyoming, but instead going to Lola Kansas. Sam found the perfect saddle in Lola, and it was much closer than Wyoming, a bonus for travel.
"What are you saying – we're not going to Wyoming. I don't give a fuck where we go, but out with it."
"With my ram-shackled brain thinking about horses, I forgot about the tickets, with everything happening the last several hours," admitted Austin. "Yeah, we are staying in Kansas, not Wyoming, but still, we have to go."
"Awe nice, I have to suck off a deputy, to get out of jail for a train ride to Wyoming, and we are not leaving Kansas." Burt complained.
"Wyoming is a few hundred miles from Dodge City, and Lola is 114 miles once we get to Kansas City – much better, for us."
"We'll have to sleep on the train," Burt reminded Austin.
"Don't worry, I'll be there to protect you."
"And who's going to protect you?" snickered Burt, not worried at all.
"A stud known as "Sweet lips,"
"Jackass," mumbled Burt, curling his lip with a sexy smile.
The tickets to Lola, read COACH. They were not sure about coach, but followed the small crowd up the steps, past the conductor, into the train.
It was a "Fancy - Dancy" train car, compared to a carriage, or stagecoach. There was seating for people side by side. The cushions were red fabric, similar to soft velvet, with gold tassels. There were even shades with fringe, at each window. The rows were evenly spaced for stretching out; plus pillows for resting one's head. Yup, it was fancy, alright.
They took the first two seats they found. They were by the door, and all they had to do is sit back and relax. In five hours, they would be in Kansas City. The trip to Lola, would take more time depending on stopping and starting.
Heck, there was no lollygagging here. This iron horse was fast, the dang train must go at least twenty miles per hour, maybe more.
About half hour into the trip, the conductor announced the dining car was open. On the Santa Fe Railways, the food was a la carte. Passengers would share tables with strangers, when necessary.
"Are you hungry," Burt asked.
"I can always handle some vittles. A steak sounds mighty good. Yuh, suppose we can get that on the train?"
"Probably, this is cattle country so why not." Burt replied, starting to rise from his seat let's go and see," he clamored.
Leaving the coach, they held open the heavy train door, for a couple of elderly women, gussied up with heavy makeup, going to the dining car.
"Thank you young man," she commented. "Are you married?"
"Yup, three times, in two years," Burt replied.
"Oh my," come along Harriet," she said to her lady friend.
"There you go again with your asinine comments," whispered Austin.
"Awe, it was only in fun. Do you want to get stuck with two old ladies looking for young meat?" giggled Burt.
Standing beside Austin were two cowboys nicely dressed, looking for a place to sit. "Mind if we join you, this dang place is filling up."
The older mature cowpoke had a mustache and trimmed beard, with a touch of gray in his whiskers. He spoke well and was friendly." I'm Hank."
The other cowpoke was younger but not by much. He was clean-shaven and cute as a button. His ears stuck out and tempting as all get out. "I'm Toby."
"Austin here, and this is Burt."
"Are you dudes brothers? You look like you might be related," asked Hank.
"Nope, we're just drovers for Sam Clarkson. We are from the Clarkson ranch in Dodge City."
"Nice, I heard that Clarkson deals mainly in horses," continued Hank.
The four of them shared the table ordering the same thing, steak with a couple of eggs on top, and potatoes. Cowpokes would add eggs to almost anything at meal time.
"You boys hitched," asked Hank. "Got any young'uns?" He asked directly.
"Nope, only to my horse, I don't have the time to settle down. " Me, married? Nope, there's not a woman in sight," admitted Austin.
"How's that?" Hank asked.
"I'm a homo." Austin replied, taking a sip of coffee and looking at Burt.
"Is that so?" Hank replied. Now that is purely interesting – "A homo."
Burt gulped almost chocking hearing Austin chatting that way. It was completely unlike him. Homo usually meant people would avoid you. Not that Burt cared. He just didn't like drawing attention.
"How `bout your partner, over here; is Burt a homo, too." Hank asked.
"I can't be sure, he is in training, and doesn't talk much." Austin grinned.
"I don't know what homos looks like, but I hear yuh can't tell unless they say so. I was getting all twat-twitchy, admitted Toby, joining the conversation.
A clever thing for Toby to say, he was fuckable looking, for sure.
"Hush up," Hank ordered Toby. Gay talking stopped, like turning off a faucet.
After having the steak, the server brought them sliced apples with cheese. They munched apples while drinking a glass of wine, jabbering away on a different topic.
"Where you boys headed?" asked Hank.
"Kansas City and then on to Lola."
"We live in Kansas City," interrupted Toby. "Why not bunk at our place, on the farm, then go on to Lola, in the morning."
"Appreciate the invite. However, you see the sooner we get to Lola, the sooner we are back on the ranch. I hate all this travel business – just hate it," Austin admitted, with Burt shaking his head in agreement.
After having supper, Hank and Toby went off to the smoking car in order to share a cigar. Austin and Burt returned to their seats in the coach car.
"I like these seats, don't you," said Burt.
"Yeah, I do, nobody can see us back here, and it's getting dark already."
They leaned back using the comfortable pillows, and putting a blanket over their laps. Burt held Austin's hand under the blanket; then he moved Austin's hand to his own crotch. His pants were unbuttoned and fingers went around it.
Burt's cock was warm, and hard. Austin played with it under the blanket before stroking in order to jerk him off. It was dark and nobody could see them, so He lowered the blanket, putting Burt's leaking gizmo into his mouth, being sneaky as possible. That did not work very well, so they stroked each other under the blanket, with nobody getting off.
"I'm finding Hank about bunking with them tonight on the farm after all," said Austin.
"Don't bother; I already took care of that," whispered Burt, squeezing Austin's hand under the blanket. "I'm just throwing it out there `cause I know what you want."
"You're joshing?"
"Nope, I surely did," Burt, replied.
"So, you know what I want, huh? – I'm glad you're a fast learner."