"A True Frontier Town"
Part 15
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The train depot in at the time was on the edge of town, a section yet populated with town folks and merchants. It was Kansas City all right, but it still looked like the country with a railroad track heading west.
Only a handful of people exited the coach besides Austin and Burt. Their newly acquired friends, Hank and Toby, were already outside standing on the platform. They were smiling and waiting – waiting and smiling, strangely...
"This is mighty accommodating to share a place to bunk. I didn't realize how tired, I really felt. Any spot to hunker down will feel powerful good." Added Austin, realizing he hadn't buttoned his pant before he got off the train.
Burt noticed right off, since he was the varmint who did the unbuckling. He didn't say anything to Austin only cast his eyes downward and Austin caught on immediately. He did nothing about it; instead, he left his pants that way allowing his pecker to move mysteriously to the left and right. There was nothing showing, but a secret treasure behind door number one, was bound to draw attention.
"Let's go," suggested Hank, watching Austin's ass move as he walked. "Yeah, this a-way folks, let's start moving," added Toby, creating a silly, but down to earth statement.
"Moving, where?" asked Burt. They were at the edge of Kanas City.
"Why, to the farm. It taint far, just over there," he muttered pointing to a wooden cabin down the road from the train depot. For a farm, there was no barn or auxiliary buildings, only a chicken coop and a shed used for storage.
"Do you men walk every place, do you?" asked Austin, thinking how strange for cowboys. Strange as all get-up.
"Mostly, but we got a horse, in the field, and a buckboard behind the shed."
"Golly, a buckboard, that's living high on the hog," added Burt to the conversation.
"Austin did a three second panic. Again, mouthy Burt with his snarky comments was back in action. He didn't care for where they were going any more than Burt did. Nevertheless, asking for lodging, and being obliged, was the way for them to be. It was the code of the cowboy.
They walked to the building Hank called the farm. They had one structure, and sure enough, it was for chickens with a fenced yard for protection from wolves and coyotes. They were not real farmers; they were squatters. It didn't matter much, it was only until first light, and then, they would be on their way.
They had planned sleeping in the barn; however, there was no barn, only a chicken coop, and bunking in there, was out of the question. Austin and Burt were outdoor bred cowboys used to horseshit and manure. They had bunked in the worse of places, and never complained except for rattlesnakes. Other than that, they could put up with almost anything, but not a chicken coop.
The money they were carrying belonged to Sam Clarkson. They dare not get robbed or lose it. For that reason, sleeping alone in a barn was okay, now they had doubts about the invitation by Hank and his partner, the delicate Toby. Just the same, they all went into the cabin together.
The inside was surprisingly large. It was only one room, but large. There was a cook stove, few pieces of scattered furniture, and a heavy homemade table in the center of the room. The right side of the room had a blanket attached to the ceiling blocking off the sleeping area from the rest of the room. It wasn't the "Place de Paris," and no one expected it would be.
"It taint a fancy place, but it works for us," said Hank, placing a whisky bottle on the table with four glasses. "Let's have drink boys, we need to get better acquainted, He continued."
"What sort of a farm are you running her," asked Burt, "A chicken farm?"
"That's about it, yuh don't see any cows do yuh?" answered Hank, a husky sidewinder ready to fuck anything that moved.
"If you boys want to poke an upright hole tonight, Tobe over here is a hot fuck. I ride that boy's crack all the time. I'm willing to share my catch, and Tobe's obliged to spread Kansas "howdy" to you two fellers.
Drink up men, we are getting drunk tonight," continued Hank, the "dip-stick" pimp in the room.
Austin thought about the cash in his money belt, and the cash in the lining of Burt's boots. They were not going to fuck Hank's willing cowboy Toby. It felt too rehearsed for comfort. Burt's thinking went along the same brain wave, as did Austin realizing coming here was not the best idea. There was no way they would let any cash disappear from their money belt.
A cowboy had to depend on his senses, and not just schooling to survive the Injuns, takers, and thieves. That also included creepy homos. Neither of them were stupid, but loaded with common sense. Above it all - seeing is believing!
"C'mon, boys. Drink up!" repeated Hank.
"We are gonna pass," said Austin." "Where the fuck yuh going?" Hank asked, pouring himself another drink.
"Burt wants to take a look at Kansas City and we have only `now,' to do it, so we will be headed out."
They walked out the door and it felt good. Hank was a pimp, using his cutie boyfriend for a whore, while he no doubt emptied the sucker's pants pockets of their money. No wonder they wore expensive clothes. It wasn't from selling eggs or chickens. It didn't take a banker to recognize that.
"What now?" said Austin? "Do you have any more brilliant ideas?"
"You thought it was a good idea bunking with them, as much as me. Geese's homo, give me a break," Burt demanded.
"Sorry"
"Yeah, me too. I have an idea," Burt mumbled, defending himself.
"I'm sure - Now, how do I have to save your ass? Your last two ideas were humdingers. Don't give me a reason to hate you," said Austin.
"How `bout a reason to like me?"
"I'll buy that."
"Okay, let' get a room with a bath. We can't afford to be particular this late in the game. How about this place? The sign read, Ma Sparker's - "ROOM FOR RENT - WITH BATH."
"As long as it's not a chicken coop, I am not complaining. We are going to sleep – right? I mean, no messing around because we are tired."
"Well okay, I was planning on getting you to like me, but yeah, no fooling around," agreed Burt.
"Uhhhh, I'm not that tired, snickered Austin, let's get the room. The dang train for Lola doesn't leave tomorrow, until noon."
The room was just what they needed at this point, and they settled in comfortably. The bed was clean and a water pitcher set on the nightstand for washing up.
They removed their clothes and stretched out together on the bed. They looked like brothers, with Austin eagerly taking to him. He wanted to show Burt how blustery he was in the sack. Even though Burt lacked what Jeb had, he was still a dang good catch. No fooling around, was just words meaning nothing. They had waited all day for cock.
After teasing crotches under the blanket on the train, they were ready to give those peckers some real attention. Austin, however, never thought about going over the edge on anything, and right now, any way to yak out a stick load, was fair game.
He had Burt's ass naked, sprawled out in bed about to tear it up, with a stallion fuck. The opening treated with black hair, framed hanging down balls, and a pecker sticky and luscious smelling, between his legs. Golly, this was breakfast.
Burt was indeed a willing partner, and nothing mattered to him. He was determined to be terrific accepting Austin's soaring meat.
Finally, they were having genuine homo sex, and it was good. However, Austin had thoughts of being homo dirty, working Burt as his bitch.
"Take me." Burt said causing Austin to feel secure fucking this sneering wannabe cowboy. Austin put his hand over Burt's mouth, like a prisoner, being raped. He liked the idea of raping him, except Burt was too willing to cooperate, takin away Austin's alpha male fun and fantasy.
Austin longed to dominate Burt, and no longer cared to hear anything he wanted to say. His jerky comments and rude statements disappeared and what mattered was his hot body where Austin was putting his hard cowboy cock. He only hankered to control him, using obscene sex carelessly planned, inside his head.
"Anything you can do, fucker - I can do better," bragged Burt.
"Yup, I'm younger," crowed Burt.
"Yeah, only by two years, you jackass."
The room became their isolated sex den. They clicked without trying. The usual pulling out and back in again thrusting, kept Burt's happy hole rocking between pokes, keeping up with Austin who fucked with real meaning.
Austin's pubic hair rested on Burt's ass cheeks, kept him cushioned between pokes. Austin was that good, and Burt was that hot.
Dang, I can barely wait until that cavern is flushed with good ole cowboy cock cream," mumbled Austin feeling like Sam's champion bull, back on the farm.
"I kinda hanker for it myself," Burt managed to say unafraid and loving it.