"A True Frontier Town"
Part 6
That is just the way it was. Jeb, held Austin's face with his two hand, looking into his meadow green eyes, he licked his nose, his lips followed with an open mouth kiss. He clasped on to Austin's tongue dueling together as if they were modern day porn stars. Austin's hands were all over Jeb's body being a fireball filled with talent.
"Ouch," exclaimed Jeb, when Austin held him tight. His chest was hurting and his shoulder bruised where Hurricane threw him into the rail fence. "What's this," exclaimed Austin, looking at Jeb's battered body.
"Awe, it is nothing. I rode, breaking a wild horse, at the Clarkson Ranch and got thrown, but it's nothing." Austin touched lightly with his fingers while kissing Jeb's chest. He was in love with him, and there was no missing it.
He gently kissed his sore shoulder unbuckling his belt at the same time. The unbuttoning of Jeb's pants was nothing like Luke grabbing his pecker back at the Clarkson Ranch. Jeb didn't like that. However, this was Austin, and Jeb belonged to him. He hadn't told Austin about Luke wanting him for a bunkhouse whore, and planned not to do so.
Austin tugged at Jeb's pants letting them drop to his ankles. He was not wearing underwear. Austin chuckled at seeing commando, because Jeb learned it from him. It made crotch comfort easier not having one's balls choked with cotton underwear wrapped around a wrangler's pecker.
Austin was on his knees as Jeb's pecker disappeared down his throat. A working tongue went under Jeb's balls and on to the dough shaped fleshy buns, hiding a heated hole. He munched on whatever he found in Jeb's musty crotch. He tasted like a stale vanilla cookie, something that Austin found delicious.
Jeb had plenty of everything that Austin gobbled being happy to be nasty. Yup, it was queer behavior, giving the word "hot," a double meaning. Austin didn't care about being classy, he really didn't. Feeling weird, Jeb pulled Austin up, and away, from his crotch.
"I've been riding a horse for two days, and I smell like a horse," mumbled Jeb, kissing his precious cowpoke partner.
"I like horses," Austin replied dropping his pants. He was also commando, and already hard and leaking the sticky drops of pecker lube, that homos like tasting.
"Lick it off," he commanded Jeb. "I smell like a horse too; I work in a Livery Stable, you jackass. Then he kissed Jeb using his tongue and handsome face for a sloppy kiss. They wanted to consume each other in the worse way, and so they did.
A knock came to the door, and Lenny, the hotel custodian, yelled out, "Hot water is here."
They pulled their pants back up, quicker than going down. A shirt thrown back on so they didn't look like perverts, before opening the door.
Lenny had the deep voice of an older man. However, when Austin opened the door, a young strapping buck, tall, and dark, with a beard, coal-dark eyes, and a sexy body, was holding two pails of hot water. In the hall behind him sat more pail of hot water. A yummy voice and hot body, good gracious.
Lenny poured eight pails of water into the tub, with a chunk of soap floating on top. There you go men, peel down and jump in," Lenny chuckled funning with them. "That's a mighty big tub of water," he added.
"Shore is, bigger than expected, why all of us could fit in there. Might be crowded, but might be fetching," Austin commented.
"Yup - rub a dub-dub, three men in a tub. I remember my ma telling youngins that tale. Ha-ha, three in a tub, that's saying something," Lenny remarked, picking up the empty pails, went out the door, and was gone.
The clothes came off again and they sat together, in the bath water. They soaped each other going up and down, between legs, and wet fingers parting the crack of some very fine cowpoke holes.
Jeb had never done pecker grabbing while bathing, but caught on quickly sliding back and forth Austin's hefty pecker-rod under the water. There was no wild splashing like in the river. Instead, they were calm and never spilled any water maneuvering around in the tub.
Jeb, hotter than fuck, stood up with water running down his body, matting the bronze fur on his chest. The bath water continued to drip through his crotch and over the length of his sought after cock, landing on Austin's face.
"I ain't licking that water, it' soapy and dirty. Nope, I'm not opening my mouth for that. Get your ass on the bed, and I'll dry your crotch,' said Austin getting out of the water. "Let' do this up right!"
"I can do that," said Jeb.
"I know you can."
They dried sharing the same towel, and then sprawled naked, moist, but clean, on top of the bed. Austin patted Jeb's pecker dry by kissing it.
Jeb pulled Austin to him raising his body onto a pillow getting his face over his butt. He rubbed, licked, fingered Austin's hole, then licked some more.
"Is it good?" mumbled Austin watching Jeb playing with him. "Oh yeah, it's good," mumbled Jeb hardly able to speak.
Austin repositioned himself to where he was now facing Jeb's cheeky hole looking tighter than a season whore. He could take poundings of cowboy meat with an energetic smile. Twitching with anticipation, said, "Fuck me!"
Austin finger fucked Jeb, pushing in, pulling out, and then licking his finger. He loved that butt; it had everything a gay cowboy would want under him.
The licking didn't last all that long. Austin eased his cock inside Jeb, and rode that cowboy changing positions every few minutes. Austin moaned and tightened his body, he was about to come inside Jeb, but never told him, he just fucked, fucked and fucked, then shot a load inside him, holy shit.
When Austin relaxed his meat slipped out of Jeb. The surprise was not a surprise, at all. Jeb knew Austin bred him like a bull. He could feel pecker sauce slipping from his body. It was messy but it was sweet.
Austin pushed once more into Jeb collecting some spent cum on his cock. He said to Jeb, "Do you want it?" holding his dick.
"Dang, do you think I am some sort of a pig?"
"Yup," replied Austin.
"You're right," declared Jeb, licking Austin's pecker clean. They didn't set boundaries on sex. Being happy together, said it all. Besides, it was Austin's cum, a queer sort of nourishment.
They fell asleep, cuddled together without a care in the world. At daybreak, both awoke with Jeb working his pecker into Austin's bottom. He was horny in the morning, needing to fuck. Austin wiggled back giving him whatever he wanted. The connection between these two queer cowpokes was amazing.
Jeb's hefty balls released a welcoming surprise, and it was not morning dew, but a load of warm sticky cowboy cum. It torpedoed out of him into Austin's dark warm cavity, a place that meant the world to him.
The tub of water still sat in the room. Lenny hadn't come to empty it. The water was no longer warm, but good enough to wash ones pecker with a butt scrub, using a cloth rag. A quickie clean-up for both, and then dressed to tackle the outside. They had things to do.
Austin had to get moving. He was going to his job at the livery stable, where Gus, opened for business early. A cowpoke could pick-up his horse any time day or night, but they all came in the morning. First light was a busy time, and Austin was always there.
******* Jeb was alone in the room, when Lenny knocked on the door to take away the bathtub. He brought along pails for dipping out the water.
"Need any help there?" Jeb asked Lenny, filling pails with water.
"Naw, I do this all the time. Taint bad, I don't like the slop pots though, but it goes with the job. Where's your partner, Austin," Lenny asked working, and not looking directly at Jeb.
"He's working at the Livery table. I have to find a job myself today, got any ideas where to look?" asked Jeb.
"Yup, the stockyard by the train depot is putting on workers but it's only a couple days of work. I hear they pay well, that's what a wrangler told me. It's not bad for eating money."
"I'll give a look-see," Jeb replied, looking at the movement of a fleshy butt bending over, that Lenny carried well. He was thin with a hot looking ass tempting one's arms to go around his waist. However, Jeb was only thinking, and he was a genius at thinking.
Cowpokes, like any other man, will look; however, Lenny was not for him, only a distraction. Jeb, no longer had to think, he had what he needed, and worshipped Austin from head to toe.
Austin constantly jerked and played with Jeb's cock. It got sticky looking and tasted so good to him. They both mauled and groped like homo whores enjoying all that touching. And why not -- they were in love.
The sun had been up for about an hour when Jeb walked down the stairs, past the registration desk, and into the open air. He spotted the train station to the left of Front Street. His horse was still at the livery stable, so he walked in the direction of the stockyard.
Good-mornin ladies," said Jeb, tipping his hat to a pair of women he passed walking along on the wooden sidewalk. They smiled and kept on going.
Jeb could smell the aroma of fresh coffee coming from Delmonico's Restaurant. For a brief moment, he considered having breakfast before going to the stockyard. Common sense told him not to waste time. While other cowpokes were at the stockyard, looking for work, he should be there, too.
Once there, he put his hand on the corral gate to pull it open, while a husky cowboy leaving the corral pushed the gate towards him. Jeb recognized the cowboy right off. It was Luke Bartlett from the Clarkson Ranch.
"Hey partner, Jeb ole boy, you are just the person I'm looking for," said Luke, manly sounding, with no hints of flirting.
"Who me, you are looking for me?"
"Yup, you."