"A True Frontier Town"
Part 17
Austin carried Sam's saddle resting on his shoulders, as he and Burt walked through the open doors of the Livery Stable. They were looking for Austin's uncle Gus.
Gus was not there, but his helper Elwood, was cleaning horse stables. Elwood, (who folks called "Elmer,") was the town drunk, and Austin knew him. A harmless old coot, he picked up a few coins here and there, for food money. The cash Elmer earned by sweeping, mopping, cleaning spittoons and horse stables went mostly toward booze, and not food.
"Well, I'll be! - look what the tired cat dragged in, Mr. Austin, how da heck you been? Elmer mumbled, looking up from his shoveling.
"What yuh caring there? Golly bill, that's a good looking saddle, Yep, shore is fetching - strike it rich, did yuh?" he rambled, uttering one useless thing after another.
"We just got off the train from Kansas City and going to the Clarkson Ranch. This here is Burt, we ramrod together, Is Gus around?" asked Austin.
"Nope, he'll be back later. I help out here for whisky money and a place to sleep. I bunk in the hayloft. I don't hanker being closed inside that blasted tack room. Saddles, horse-bridles, and reins, kept in there, belonging to cowboys coming and going.
Austin changed his mind about using the tack room. This was no time, to leave an expensive saddle in plain view. The tack room was out of Austin's plans, concerning the Livery Stable.
These two horses, right here, belong to Burt and me. We left them here three days ago," said Austin, looking them over, and they looked okay. Gus had kept them fed and watered, but Austin doubted they got much exercise. Elmer wasn't one to ride the prairie giving a horse, a daily workout.
"I'll get your mounts ready for you," said Elmer, thinking they were there to pick up their horses.
"Not now - instead hitch up the buckboard, and we'll take that. Then I'll bring the buckboard back and get the horses. By then, Gus will be here and I'll pay what I owe him," said Austin.
"You betcha, I can do that, slurred Elmer making no effort to move. "Are you drunk?" Austin asked Elmer.
"Oh, no – no, I'm on the wagon. I haven't had a drink all day; it's been seven hours now. Sober as a judge," he replied. "What do you want me to do?" mumbled Elmer with a slight slur to his words.
"Hitch up the buckboard," repeated Austin, for the second time. "And throw in a couple of blankets, I'll bring them back."
"Okay, why didn't you say you wanted the buckboard before, I can do that," replied Elmer, only this time doing it.
"He' an idiot," whispered Burt. You have to tell him everything twice!"
"Elmer's a good soul, just a little off balance from whisky."
"That's why I said, an IDIOT, A whisky drunk-up fool."
Probably – Uncle Gus a drunk too. He doesn't take care of things as he once did. My ma says – "It's the drink," Gus is her brother.
"There yuh be, that's it," said Elmer walking the horse and buckboard to the front entrance. "You're good to go." Burt took the saddle from Austin and laid it in the buckboard on top of a blanket. Austin drove and they headed out of Dodge along a well-known Kansas route, back to familiar territory.
They had gone about a mile, when Burt began rubbing Austin's leg with his right hand. He was squeezing and stroking looking for something.
"You're getting mighty frisky there, feller. You wanna do me before we get to the ranch?" asked Austin. "I spect you want my pecker."
"Shore `nuff, been thinking about that all day but, we kept getting stomped on. " I could use that pecker," Burt replied.
"The Pine Patch watering hole round the next bend, had trees for cover. If anybody shows up, we are simply watering the horse.
"Dang straight, let's do it, and I want the load." Burt had changed over the last four days. He never talked that way until now. He was a stud himself, although constantly sniffing after Austin. Burt thought Austin was perfect.
Austin wanted Burt as a bunkhouse slut, however, saying nothing to no one. Austin had the better overall everything, but Burt, had sweet lips, and beyond. He was slightly younger, and very tender, almost boyish, dumb enough to be sideswiped into anything.
They past a farmer and wife, as they drove in, leaving the watering spot. The farmer said, "Howdy," and the woman smiled at both of them. Austin and Burt tipped their hats, which was customary, and went on their way. Lordy they seemed very much like brothers, as straight as they come.
The buckboard rolled off the main road and Austin took the trail leading to the watering hole with flowing water. It was an oasis with shade and vegetation in the mist of the Kansas prairie. The trees were nearly removed at one time, but saved by the Indians, as stated in the treaty.
"Cowpokes, who know water is there, will stop to water their mounts, and rest from the hot sun." Fortunately, today, the place was deserted. Going towards the water, Burt was unbuttoning Austin's pants and groping him. He had become a ferocious cocksucker wanting wrangler's stiff peckers.
Intrigued, with sex, Austin was taking full advantage of having Burt as a whore, even though it was temporary. Austin was good popping out extensive loads of warm milk. Burt would lap it up imitating a newborn calf. Austin called him, CUM PIG, (joking, of course) and Burt agreed.
Everything they did in and out of bed they did quickly, and with fucked-up behavior. They constantly opened a new window. Austin craved fucking the best, but if Burt wanted to feed on his crotch, that turned Austin on too, but in a different way.
Burt swallowing cock allowed Austin an entire script for saying dirty innuendos, leading to a wild time. Austin considered sex hot, and he liked being a master, adjusting to any role-playing, being remarkably good at it.
There was no need for stage lights; he needed only a naked cowboy, wanting his cock with plenty of cum to swallow. "Welcome Burt."
Burt's homo experience was limited, however he learned a batch of tricks using every one of them, to gain a wrangler's, full-flavor body for himself.
The buckboard stopped slightly off the path near a cluster of overgrown bushes. From there, they could see the road before anybody even saw a wagon parked there. Mother Nature could not be kinder, providing comfort and security. It was crude but passable.
Burt jumped over the driver's seat into the bed of the buckboard, landing on the two blankets. Pushing the saddle out of the way, he said to Austin. "Well, c'mon, we haven't got all day."
Austin was right behind him getting his pants down having Burt's hands in the way trying to help him. He seemed loco wanting what he wanted, immediately. Down came his pants, and Burt dug in his face between his legs, sniffing and licking. He chewed on Austin's pubic hair, slurping his cock and licking his balls the best he could from that position.
"How come you're so wild? - You have sucked my pecker before – why so hungry?" Asked Austin wishing they were any place but here in a buckboard. Burt was in an animal mood and Austin would have taken full advantage of that for sure. Austin, intrigued with sex, was taking full advantage of having Burt as a whore, even though it was temporary. Austin was good popping out extensive loads of warm milk. Burt would lap it up imitating a newborn calf. Austin called him, CUM PIG, (joking, of course) and Burt agreed.
Damnit, however, this was not the time or place. Austin wanted to fill him with cock, and Burt wanted his mouth coated with man sauce.
However, sex takes time, and time was not in their favor. Shucks, a little detail like time was not as important as consistent.
I have a fiery cowpoke here," Burt stated, rubbing his hands over Austin's trim body. He had to do a quick blowjob, or nothing, and that's a daunting decision, with Austin, being anything but ordinary. Burt's face lowered to a lick a smacking piece of meat, smooth like velvet and warm like sausage.
Slurping sounds were quiet as Burt sucked cock like a baby. He found a pecker of warm milk, between a ripped cowboy's legs.
"Taste good?" Austin asked.
"Oh yeah! – it smells good too.
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