"A True Frontier Town"
Part 16
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Burt's rough comments and rude statements disappeared, however, what mattered, as far as Austin's concern, was his body. Oh yeah, that was "hot."
"Anything you can do, partner - I can do better," bragged Burt.
"You, think so, - huh?"
"Yup, I'm younger," crowed Burt.
"Yeah, by two years, mouse brain!"
The room became their isolated sex den. They clicked without trying. The usual pulling out and back in again fuck thrusting, kept Burt's happy hole rocking.
Burt's ass was sweet and spicy, without a single tattoo, only luscious dark brown hair. Austin liked every bit of being on top with his crotch hair pressing against Burt's ass cheeks. It was none other than cave exploring, for a penis at work.
Burt could feel movement jetting inside him, so he stiffened his rectal muscles in order to create a terrific squeeze doing his part in the forbidden zone. Austin's power-cock, was already aiming inside Burt, with no target, other than a place to dump, his warm cum. Austin's cock was that good, and Burt's ass was that hot.
Austin muttered something, or other, however, Burt, beat him to the punch, and came first. He arched his body just as a stream of white thick cum overflowed his cock landing on himself. Cum rested on his stomach like Jell-O.
Austin was next, and still inside his hole, fucking like a bull. Handled as first-rate, Austin kept fucking even when he stopped leaking. He seldom kept perfect rhythm, never discussing who won a gold star. Warm flesh met hot flesh, and that was good enough.
The beast in these two cowboys rang true, with time for relaxing after shooting out of control peckers. Austin softened while inside Burt's ass greased with honeymoon cream. He was sweating like a whore in church.
Austin scooped a little of Burt's cum from his chest and brought it to Burt' mouth.
"Open," demanded Austin.
"Shit, dude, you gonna make me eat my own stuff"
"You said you wanted cum – try it!"
Burt surprised him when he licked his fingers clean, not objecting in the least. "Next time, you come in my mouth," declared Burt.
"Next time," how do you know, there will be, a next time?"
"For the last three days, you've had my hand or my face between your legs I'm not stupid, –I know plenty."
"I'm joshing you." If you know plenty, then we will do plenty, "You like sucking me off, don't you?"
"Yep, but not now, got to get this tacky shit off my chest and my ass. I'm leaking, so you got to help me," recited Burt almost like poetry. They liked each other, and it showed day-by-day.
They jabbered while cleaning up the mess from Burt's frisky butt hole. They were careful not to stain the sheets with anything sticky. Ma Slattery would discover the mess. There was no reason to leave behind a story, that Ma could tell her friends at coffee time. There was not much happening in the boarding house, other than, a rancher cheating on his wife, with a saloon whore, and then singing. "Amazing Grace," Sunday in church.
They talked about different things, and Burt said, "Fascinating."
"How's that? – What's fascinating?"
"Last week, we didn't like each other, and now we are fucking."
"Yeah, stuff like that happens. You are spot-on with humdinger of a body," replied Austin, not saying more than that.
I'm not truly comfortable being a bisexual, I cannot always concentrate on what I'm doing," Burt admitted."
"What is there to concentrate on? Besides, you are not a bisexual, you're a freaking homo," Austin smiled, they understood each other.
"Naw, I am really a bisexual because I like more than just men."
"How so?" inquired Austin.
"I like boys, too," snorted Burt – "Hallelujah, I'm joking..."
"Jackass," mumbled Austin.
******* After a morning wet-down in a tub - They took turn using the same bath water. That is how bathing happened in order to save water. Ma Slattery had breakfast for her overnight guest serving flapjacks dripping with butter and honey, bacon, and plenty of hot coffee. The boys wolfed down a stack, well coated with butter, chewing on bacon at the same time.
The boarding house was a stone's throw from the train depot, walking there in ten minutes. At 9:35, and comfortably seated in coach, they were on their way to Lola, KS in Allen County. The Pacific southeast railroad line was not as fancy as the Santa Fe, but who cared about that!
"I will be glad to get this over," said Burt, never happy about traveling. "I still think, wasting our time, is whacko – purely a nutty idea. I hate it, - just hate it."
"I know, you keep saying that, but we are doing it, and we are almost there. Do me a favor and stop. Just think, being together we have come closer. Of course, you are young, with bouncing hormones."
"Be serious," Burt demanded, folding his arms, looking out the window of the train. "And, I'm not that young, I'm twenty-four. Geese, "what is bouncing hormones?" I don't even know what that means!"
"Yeah, I'm funning with you, but being naked, is a good thought, a little wild for Sam's thinking, however, it sounds good to me," added Austin.
"Me too!"
The train slowed after the conductor shouted, going from car to car, announcing - "NEXT STATION STOP – LOLA KANSAS."
Three people departed the train, with Austin `n Burt making five. Lola, at the time, was a small farm settlement with a few hundred people, much quieter than Dodge. "So much for a crowded whistle stop," said Burt.
"Now what?" he asked Austin.
"We have to find the "Lola Custom Leather" shop. Sam said it was on the edge of town near the depot. The shop is in a barn next to a blacksmith."
********* "Howdy," said Austin, to a cowpoke sitting on a bench in front of the train station. He was sitting and sipping from a bottle, happy in his private lackluster world of hooch and sunshine.
"Howdy, what yuh say there?" he clambered.
"Where is the Lola Leather shop?" shouted Burt.
"I ain't deef, stop yur shouting. What yuh going there fer? "He asked a bit tipsy. " It taint much of a place, but they sell a heap of leather.
"I want to buy something," said Austin.
"Naw, too expensive, they'll rob yuh. Now, if you go to the"... Austin stopped him immediately. "Just the leather shop!"
"It's over in that gray barn," he finally answered taking another swig from his bottle. "Be on with yuh, dang fools."
"Much obliged," said Austin.
In the leather shop - "There she be!" said a leather-craft gent, named Amos. He had fashioned the saddle and without a doubt, a hum-dinger.
The saddle was purely cosmetic, and eye catching to see. However, nothing more than a saddle. Cowboys rode animals, bouncing up and down seated on a horse, and farting to the wind.
However, this saddle was not typical like ranch hands, and cowpokes used. It was polished leather to a mirror finish, garish with brass buttons down the sides, with the stirrups dipped in silver. The saddle horn painted black and trimmed in gold, was one of a kind.
"Well, fuck me!" blurted out Austin without thinking. "It's a beauty."
"Eh!" said Amos, slanting his head to hear better.
"Nothing – forget it,"
"Eh?"
It `peers to me that the folks in Lola are hard of hearing," whispered Burt.
"Be quiet!"
"How much do we owe you? I have cash here to pay, and a train to catch," yelled Austin, clearly annoyed."
Austin paid Amos, and that part of the journey was complete. Now they just had to get back to Dodge City with no more interruptions.
Burt hosted the saddle onto Austin's shoulder and out they went through the door. Austin was good and strong. In fact, good at most things.
They headed straight for the depot. There had been too much fretting over a saddle, and Sam's errand boys wanted to get back to Dodge City, where they belonged. For these cowpokes, there was no plan to hang around Lola.
One thing was certain. It would be outstanding on Hurricane, the black stallion belonging to Sam. This was Sam's fantasy and although terribly expensive, he could afford it. It was strictly for riding in special events, or for showing off magnificent horseflesh. The rest of the time, Sam used any ole saddle riding Hurricane. It seemed crazy, but that was Sam.
The gist now, was to get back to the ranch. Under the circumstances, Austin and Burt could not afford to be particular. They sat on a bench outside the depot waiting for the train. Austin holding the saddle across his legs, even though he was told to check it in the baggage car, he would not let it out of his sight.
"Are you going to hold that all the way to Dodge City," asked Burt.
"Nope, only part way. You are holding it the rest of the way."
"I fingered you'd be saying that. Why not put it in the baggage car?" asked Burt.
"And chance it disappearing; there are thieves everywhere. Nope, I'm not taking any chances. If you rode into Dodge for a beer, tied your horse in front of the Long Branch saloon, the saddle would be stolen. Yup, some dumb-ass cowboy would steal it `cause it looks like gold, and leave the horse.
"I fingered you'd be saying that too."
"Then why ask me."
"I'm just listening," clarified Burt. "I like the sound of your voice."
"You're so full of it. It's not any dang voice that' spiking your interest. I ain't dumb either"
Austin attached plenty of attention to what he was doing. When the conductor told Austin, again, that large items needed to go in the baggage car, since they took up seating space, Austin was ready to argue. All the bickering finally ended, when Doge City was only minutes away.
For hours, Austin and Burt had been shifting Sam's folly from one lap to another. Finally, the conductor announced, "NEXT STOP DODGE CITY."
"I think my pecker has been pressed into a pine cone," mumbled Burt, holding the saddle for the last time. He looked at Austin for a reaction.
"That needs attention," remarked Austin. " All I'm saying is, I will check it for you, when we get to Dodge. I can make it all better."
"How you figure on doing that?"
"We'll leave the saddle in my Uncle Gus's tack room at the livery table. I used to sleep in there, and there is a lock on the door. There will be time to get your britches off, so I can massage your pecker,"
"Don't fret, I have everything figured out, trust me," whispered Austin.