"A True Frontier Town"
Part 18
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It should be somewhat of a surprise, how these two cowboys could be ranch hands, friends, and now, after travelling together, companion sluts. However, not much mattered, being absorbed in taking care of one another, doing what come naturally, between horny cowboys.
I hanker for a cowboy crotch, especially the flavor, and the taste." Burt calmly admitted.
"How hungry are you? I mean really, how hungry?" quizzed Austin.
"I'm game. What are you driving at? I suspect something dirty." mumbled Burt, sucking deeper and harder on Austin's rock hard cock."
"Naw, I'm just talking."
"You want my face on your ass. I know, how you think. A week ago, I wouldn't even talk to you, and now you want my tongue in there for a nasty lick. Okay, I'll do it, and I might even like it."
The watering hole, a popular spot, was where folks saw things, creating gossip in town. "If somebody comes, we have minutes to move, we can't have ordinary folks seeing two cowboys queer with each other; it's insane to them. We need to be naked and alone, in order to be nasty." Austin confessed, wanting to say more, but thought he had better stop talking.
"Sounds passable, this wagon is not the place to take on dirty deeds." Burt was a tough cowpoke, and no angel. He loved to fuck, but having tight lips around his meat was fireworks for his ego.
Men and women alike saw Austin as kind, gentle, and neighborly. If they witnessed his sneaky side, opinions would surely change. He believed naughty is the way sexual behavior works best for queer wranglers who tend herds, and ride through horse shit. They used no fancy-pants words. Cowboys deal with each other, using piggish behavior, for the most part.
It was not wise to remain in the wagon, half-naked for much longer. Austin balls were bubbling with a "chowder- like," load of warm guck. Not considered, "first class nourishment," by straight men, it was lunch, however, for queer cowboys, and Burt wanted it. Therefore, Austin sacrificed fucking, for a blowjob.
If he played his cards right, Burt would have that pecker aiming lunch right in the back of his throat. Austin did that before with Burt in Dodge, and he liked it. He liked it a lot.
Burt guarded that prize pecker with his lips holding firm, and his tongue giving it a sleigh ride from underneath. It was glorious, well, maybe not glorious, but slippery and hot.
I have to keep a watch out for strangers coming. I am going to lean beck a little so I can get my paws in your hair. I want to groan watching you slurp that pecker.
"How am I going to get my tongue in there with your boots and pants on I know you want that, and I'm game. I can get your legs up, but there are too many clothes, in the way," said Burt.
"You saying, you want my ass?" smiled Austin.
"That's what I thought you meant. Then I can get my cock in your sassy little hole, cause you ain't no virgin. You're fucking built Austin, and I want to get in there."
"You can fuck me some other time. Right now, suck me off."
Burt caressed his balls, pulling on them slightly. They were big and probably full. Burt wasn't sure if the white sauce was supposed to lie on his tongue or hit the back of his throat. However, he would figure it out.
A cowboy on horseback could show up in seconds, and that wasn't good. Neither of them wanted anything to end, however it was wise to get on with it, then get out of there.
Austin plunked Burt's hat back on his head and they stared at each other. Burt smile, and Austin smiled back. This was the only time they looked goofy.
Austin had his blowjob, and Burt got what he wanted. Just the same, Burt had not gotten off. He ran to the watering hole to rinse his mouth, before they took off for the ranch.
"Sorry `bout not tapping your pecker," said Austin knowing he had flooded Burt with cum. Suppose we take a few more minutes, and I'll take care of that. I feel guilty getting the best of the deal, confessed Austin.
"Since when did you ever feel guilty? I'm okay, let's get moving. You owe me," confessed Burt; and you owe me your ass, too. What do you say to that?"
"Darn tootin, I do."
"My thoughts exactly," agreed Burt.
They were set to go, and once more Austin drove with Burt beside him. As they rode along Burt kept rubbing his crotch. Burt could be aroused for no reason at all. However, being close to Austin, even after a blowjob, got him stirred up again. He opened his pants and pulled out his cock, sitting in the buckboard as it rolled long.
"What do yuh think of my pecker," asked Burt. It was an odd question, but, these were odd times, between two warped cowpokes. "None finer," mumbled Austin trying to drive and watching Burt. He was moist on the tip, with dewdrops of clear baby liquid leaking out as an indication of what Burt was able to do with his pecker.
"Do you want me to stop driving and take that load," Austin asked.
"Naw, we have to get to the ranch. Keep driving and I'll lie down in the buckboard and take care of business myself."
"Don't get cum on Gus's blankets. I have to return them, and the old buzzard doesn't miss anything. Drunk or sober, he sees everything.
"What will I do with it?"
"Don't know, never had this question before. I'm coming back there and we'll figure it out," explained Austin, pulling the buckboard to the side of the road.
Austin was beside Burt in seconds, as he frantically pumped his cock like priming a well. Sure enough, a whimpering that Austin heard before was telling him that Burt's load was on its way.
Without waiting, Austin put his mouth around Burt's warm pecker releasing several pumps of sticky sauce into Austin's mouth. He swallowed every bit of it, and was back in the driver seat minutes later. Lordy, that wrangler could move fast.
Burt was heading home to the ranch, feeling wonderful. Austin put a chaw of sweet chewing tobacco in his mouth and then spit it out a few minutes later. He smelled fine, with no hint of homo sex. They simply smelled like cowboys. Yikes, incredible pigs one second, and minutes later, wholesome wranglers from the Kansas Prairie.
All that mattered now was bringing the saddle to Sam. They tingled with relief, excited over the things they had discovered about each other.
Just ahead, past fields of horses grazing and longhorn cattle, they could see the Clarkson Ranch. – "There she be," stammered Austin, with a certain degree of excitement.
"It's not a land sighting in the middle of the ocean," barked Burt. It's a horse ranch.
"I'm only funning with you."
"I know that, but the opportunity was too good to pass up."
"You needn't worry about me, I like ranch work," Austin clamored.
"Me to, but tell me about Jeb," Burt asked.
"We are a team, and came to Clarkson together looking for work. Jeb has a hot personality, with sweet and spicy tattooed on his ass." smiled Austin. "Well played partner," I'd like to sample that?" whispered Burt.
"We are right close and I have been hankering to get back there myself. That's the straight-up truth of it."