"A True Frontier Town"
Part 8
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Breakfast was over and Luke paid for everything. Their horses were waiting and ready to ride. Austin went to the Dodge House to check out and bring their gear from the room. The hotel sleeping space had ended.
The distance from Dodge to the Clarkson Ranch was five miles. The road out of Dodge connected to the Cumberland Trail, but if they cut cross-country, it was four miles that way. Of course, a small part of the land they rode was private property. However, nobody knew it, and nobody cared. Nothing was fenced off, and no herds were grazing, so they thought of it as open land.
Luke knew the land, so he led the way. Most of the time, they rode side by side. Occasionally however, single file was necessary around boulders and trees. Jeb followed the leader Luke, and then Austin, who followed last.
Austin liked single file, he could watch Jeb bounce up and down on the saddle. His cheeky butt flesh moved in harmony with the horse walking or running. Austin had a fixation on Jeb's body to the point of being obscene.
Luke had a similar desire lusting after Jeb, but kept it to himself. Jeb recognized that Luke was a murky wrangler trolling for homo cowboys to suck off and screw, looking for a quick thrill. Nothing surprised him. Luke, for sure, was no Austin, however, Jeb found him interesting, and interesting meant, "Available," for exploratory fooling around. However, he wasn't about to admit that.
No one in this triad of Kansas cowboys were angels. With Austin, sex was about being wanted and he had Jeb for sex, who was not about to step on a tender moment to go exploring the unknown with Luke.
What Jeb wanted was to save his wages and buy land of his own. It would not take him long to prove he was the best worker on the Clarkson Ranch. He knew how much he was capable of doing. Jeb was a master of flexibility around horses and wranglers, and knew how to deal with them.
******* As they rode, Luke pointed out a large white country house in the distance. It was the Clarkson House, stark white with pillars around an open veranda covered with Virginia creeper vines. It looked more like Shiloh, than a Kansas ranch house.
Luke went around to the side of the house avoiding the front entrance. Ranch hands usually, but not always, would use a side porch. Here they would tap and walk in. The Clarkson's were `family-like' minded treating the wranglers as kinfolk.
"Howdy folks," began Luke. "This here is Jeb Benson and partner Austin Blake they are joining the ranch crew. Sam had been hoping that Luke would find Jeb in town and hire him. Sam wanted Jeb to be a trainer for his special stallion Hurricane. It seems that Jeb was the best man to handle him, and Sam always hired the best of everything.
He was equally lucky having Austin's background with horses. His knowledge of working as a Blacksmith and Veterinary medicine was huge plus. Austin could also break wild horses. If he was half as good as Jeb, Sam had struck gold.
"Howdy Sam," Luke spoke out seeing Sam in a comfortable chair holding a puppy. The puppy, the latest addition to Sam's brood of animals, was named "Cocoa," a brown and black German Shepard canine, and cute as can be.
"Come in boys – come in," said Marion Clarkson, Sam's wife the mystery muscle, behind the business operations.
She took the puppy from Sam and put him in another room.
"There, that's better, now you menfolk can talk. How about some coffee boys," she said to Luke.
Before Luke could answer, she put coffee mugs on the table and started to pour.
"I guess we are having coffee," said Luke to Jeb and Austin, as everybody gathered around the table including Sam. Marion had just baked poppy seed and lemon cupcakes, which she placed in the center of the table. "Eat up boys," she announced.
First impressions are usually the lasting ones. That being the case, Sam and Marion Clarkson, took to Jeb and Austin, as ducks take to water. It was surprisingly painless for them to welcome new friends. Everything changes, for sure, when new ranch hands arrive on the scene.
After leaving the Clarkson house, as customary with new ranch hands, Jeb and Austin were about to get the grand tour of the property.
The first thing was the bunkhouse to settle in and get sleeping bunks of their choosing. Normally, a new hand took what was available, but Luke let them choose. The choosing was Marion Clarkson's instruction. She approved of the boys from Dodge, and no doubt, bound to spoil them.
"Whoo," said Austin. "Are you saying this big place is the bunkhouse? Holy moly, you can house an army of soldiers in here."
"Pretty much," replied Luke. "It is not fancy however it has a kitchen and a cook. Here, the ranch hands eat meals, as well as, a comfortable place to sleep."
"I have been in here before," Jeb added remembering lying on Luke's bunk being massaged, after Sam's horse Hurricane, threw him into a fence.
"Oh, is this where Luke wanted you naked?" asked Austin.
"Yep, this is the place, and that bunk by the window is the spot, but I didn't do it."
"I think you should do it now," said Austin surprising Jeb hearing Austin talking that way.
"No way, I ain't doing it."
"You did offer to get naked for Luke, at breakfast this morning back in Dodge." Austin reminded him with a sly look. Jeb thought he was up to something.
"I don't remember."
"Never mind," added Luke, adding to the conversation. Skip it – just skip it, your word is useless, so be it."
"Austin go and stand by that window and keep watch. Remember, this was your idea," said Jeb.
Jeb took off his hat, then his boots, his shirt, and finally dropped his pants to his ankles. He took them off and threw them on a bunk.
His chest bristled with golden fuzz of kinky fur disappearing under the white underwear yet to be lowered and removed. His arms, as were his legs, drawn tight over muscular body flesh.
"The underwear – the underwear," growled Luke sounding like a hungry wolf. No hiding how excited Jeb was making Luke simply by being naked.
Austin guarding at the window, smiled from time to time. He liked watching his boyfriend undress for the ranch foreman. Jeb was confused as to why Austin wanted him to do this. He planned to find out later, that was for sure.
Jeb took off the last remain piece of clothing – his underwear. A pecker hung downward surrounded by a sandy blond scarf of fur matching his chest hair and legs. His cock sprung free, fueled by hefty balls full of cowboy juice.
"Yure, good stuff," mumbled Luke. "Fuckin hot," he continued. "Can I hold it?
Jeb looked at Austin, who shook his head up and down indicating, "Yes, let him do it.
"Yeah sure, why stop now. " Do what you want," agreed Jeb, standing naked, legs spread, looking more like a Tribune of Rome, than a Kanas cowboy.
Luke's knees hit the floor and his face went directly between Jeb's legs. He inhaled a sweaty crotch, along with the stale tang of pre-cum smearing the head of his dick. Luke wiped it away, using his tongue. It tasted good.
Tugging at the hair on Jeb; legs with his lips, Luke watched it spring back into tight blond curls. He sniffed Jeb's crotch like a bloodhound at work. Dang, he was hungry for this. Luke listened to Jeb's breathing deepen, and felt his cock throbbing inside his mouth.
Jeb gasped, making faint syrupy noises. He held Luke's head with both hands guiding him the best way that made his pecker wet and warm sliding over an eager tongue. He fucked his mouth making this burly cowboy whine like a little girl. "You want it? It's yours dude, suck it out cowboy."
"You're a good cocksucker, really good," breathed Jeb, barely able to get the words out. He came quickly watching Luke gobble cum. It all seemed so ordinary.