"A True Frontier Town"
Part 9
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Part 9
The last half hour was Luke's, "Let me Entertain you," moment for having Jeb naked and under his control. Ah, but Luke had more planned, for the perky little butt on this cowboy. However, nothing was going to work; Jeb regained the determination to stop right there.
"Riders' coming, pants, shirt, and boots on pronto Jeb," exclaimed Austin finally moving away from the window.
It didn't take long getting dressed, and by the time the door opened, Jeb being an actor responded as if a director yelled, – "ACTION!" There was nothing to say, in five words or less, He and Austin, only had to be Kansas cowboys, to be time-honored as the Clarkson Ranch-hands wranglers.
"That was close," Austin whispered to Jeb.
"Tell me about it. My cup runneth over."
"A-huh, runneth hell, it poured right out," grinned Austin, and then he stopped talking.
The long hitching post in front of the bunkhouse, soon occupied four horses, as wranglers came inside, being surprisingly quiet. Usually there was a fair amount of whooping and hollering, when happy or excited over something. However, that wasn't the case here, and who cared anyway.
The cowboy that Jeb recognized was Burt Anderson, for a couple of reasons. First, he was a bully spewing comments and wise cracks, never keeping his mouth shut.
Second, Burt was solid eye candy. Jeb figured because so handsome, he considered himself better at poking whores than anybody else. Burt ran his mouth feeding his stupid ego, getting in a wise-ass crack every now and then. Yep, smart was not one of his virtues.
Burt came across, dumb as a rock, but delicious as fried chicken. Go figure! Austin liked the dumb ones. Just complement the hell out of them, and they'll pull down their pants.
One by one, Luke introduced Jeb and Austin. In a matter of minutes, everybody settled in like pals. If you're a wrangler with a hat, and smell like your horse, you're a pal.
Currently eight cowpokes, had beds in the bunkhouse. In addition to Marty, the cook, there was Luke, Burt, Ike, Dave, Lou, Chris, and Jack.
Counting Jeb and Austin, that made ten hot sticky cowpokes sporting long peckers and bodies packed with energy. Yep, ten "chuck-a-crotch" fine looking butt holes, including hairy smooth balls, crammed with baby cum nicely heated from sitting on saddled horses, all sleeping in the same room.
Jeb and Austin had not located where to sleep. Three bunks were empty, but no two bunks were side by side. It didn't matter, they took what was available. The place was a banquet of cowboy flesh in waiting. However, neither Jeb nor Austin dared to talk that way.
Jeb considered fucking whoever aroused him. Austin's mind was homo, and he was as horny as the next person. Gay cowboy sex was rare, and no homo walked away from a good poke in a hot hole. There were no saints, among homo studs. That's true right enough.
"Jeb, I never got the chance to say how wild it was watching you ride Hurricane and not getting tossed. He bucked when dismounting him, but you rode him, shore enough, you surely did," said Burt, friendly without a single wise remark. "I wondered what had happened; you didn't take the job Sam offered." He continued.
"Nothing happened I had to meet my partner in Dodge City. This is Austin," said Jeb.
"Howdy," remarked Burt, shaking hands with Austin.
"Howdy."
"Do you break horses too," asked Burt.
"Yup, but Jeb is better at it than me. I handle animal behavior and doctor sick horses. Is there a blacksmith shop here on the ranch?" asked Austin.
"Sure is, and Ike, over there, is the blacksmith when needed. He hates it though, and be glad to see you. He's not that great making shoes, and complains, but not so that Sam hears about it."
Ike looked strong with a husky arm and hard biceps. He hadn't shaved in a few days but not growing a beard. Just lazy, I guess. Ike talked about the Blacksmith shop and couldn't wait to show it to Austin. Ike hated the place.
Marty placed supper on a long wooden table large enough for six people on each side. Folks grabbed any place where they wanted to sit.
There were heaps of fried chicken, mashed potatoes with sparkly gravy, and mounds of homemade bread. He also brought out corn on the cob. Say what you will, the ranch hands ate well. It wasn't fancy, but filling.
Austin sat next to Ike on his left and a smaller cowpoke named Jack, to his right. In no time, they were all talking together as friends.
Jack was not as husky as others were, but he kept up nicely rounding up cattle and horses. He was a farm boy from Topeka, working on the Clarkson ranch just for the summer. He had great hair and wore a hat well. His long legs stretch out under the table caught Austin's eye when sneaking a look at his crotch.
Jeb set elsewhere at the table with none other than Luke, beside him. It looked perfectly okay, however Austin felt he was looking at a sidewinder, when it came to Luke. Just the same, he was the ranch foreman and a might better than working for his Uncle Gus at the Livery Stable.
The following day, everybody was back at work doing what had to be done. Luke was easy going and not bossy being a supervisor. He was a friendly cowboy first, and a boss second. Nonetheless, the ranch ran like clockwork stallions including horses and men.
There were wild horses that needed to be broken into saddle horses for an army contract. Each day they handled more, and the corral filled with excellent horseflesh stock, all being tamed by Jeb, Austin, Dave, Lou, and Chris.
Several young mustangs, milling around the corral was roped by Chris and the debate started as who would ride next. Dave and Lou were good staying on longer than anybody except Jeb. No doubt, about it, Jeb was the best rider. Everybody gathered around him believing he was something special. He was special, but only to Austin and in a much different way. The horse breaking session stopped for the day and the wranglers rode off to do other jobs.
Jeb stayed to work some more with Hurricane. Austin also stayed behind to work on a broken barn door. He has straightened hinges in the blacksmith shop and had to put them back on the door.
"Looks like nobody is around," said Austin.
"Marty is in the kitchen. Are you thinking, what I'm thinking? Asked Jeb.
"You know it. I am so freakin hot, let's go for it."
"Meet me in the barn. The hayloft is always a good place where you can't be seen," whispered Jeb, looking at Austin's pecker puffing up in his pants.
When they got there, the barn was hot, no surprise there, it was summertime. The hayloft seemed even hotter than outdoors, but this was the best they could do for now. Jeb ran his fingers through Austin's wavy brown hair, giving it little tugs and kissing him at the same time. It took very little to turn both of them on.
Austin pulled his pants down. He leaned back against a hay bale offering his naked body.
Jeb yanked off his boots, and dropped his pants. He wasn't wearing any underwear either, so this was going to be fast and easy. Behind huge bales of hay, they both stood naked kissing and touching each other's hard bodies.
Jeb rubbed his face over Austin's chest. He loved being that close to him. He inhaled, telling him he was delicious. Slippery sweat dripped down, as they soaked in the summer barn heat.
Jeb wanted to taste his boyfriend. Nobody tasted as good as Austin did.
His ass, his cock and balls, surely all made for munching. Jeb took long deep swallows on Austin's pecker for what he could get.
Sucking off Luke was a "piss-poor" hook up, compared to sucking off Austin. So, he asked Austin, why he wanted him to do Luke, while he stood guard at the window. It was a simple enough question. Austin wondered if the reply would be equally simple.
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