"Oscar Parker's Texas Adventure" By Justin Chapter 1
Oscar Parker grew up on a cattle farm in Oklahoma, and moved to Texas in order to run his grandmother's ranch just outside of Austin. Although, no longer a teen ager, but, in his late twenties, (okay thirty-one) – Oscar is not complicated, however, he is a cowboy. He is tall, lean, average looking, and pleasant, seldom excited over trivial things.
It was a beautiful day in Austin bustling with activity, and Oscar looked at the hour on his phone. He had plenty of time available for a taxi to arrive, so waiting was pleasurable. This is where the story begins.
The Parker farm is an older ranch going back to Oscar Parker's grandfather, who inherited the land, and the original house, from his father, somewhere' around 1898.
The date is not importin, however the land and the cattle have provided farming chores, for Parker, and the cowboys working the ranch. Ranching provided them with acres of memories. Some they never mentioned, and some they bragged about. If only the hayloft could talk.
Oscar was not akin to liking his given name, Oscar.' It was a bit proper for a cowboy in his opinion, so he chose to call himself, PARKER.'
Grandmother Lillian Parker, known as Lil, came up the ranks as BIG LIL, who could shoot the kernels off a corncob, at twenty feet. She was an edgy old broad, who knew how to use a gun not, that she ever used it. Her heroes were calamity Jane and Ma Barker, good grief.
Parker's cousin Jenny, a real farmwoman, also lived on the ranch. Her lesbian friend, Mary Louise, would come to the ranch to ride horses. In particular, a gentle mare called Geraldine. Jenny and Mary Louise, known as "Lizzy," would ride off together into the canyon on horseback and be gone for hours.
Lil Parker never paid any heed and seldom asked a question. However when it came to Oscar, and the ranch hands, she had to know what the men were doing and with whom.
Gram Lil, drank orange juice, spiked it with vodka, followed by a snooze in the recliner, on days when she was bored. No one questioned a thing, knowing she might turn on you like a gladiator. Parker knew his place around grandmother Lillian, and naturally Jenny also; make no mistake about it either, so the story goes.
Jenny was not what one would call attractive, unless you thought Humphry Bogart was pretty. She could cook and clean and Parker often remarked that she needed a giant dido with a pulse, to settle things that annoyed her. She was only twenty-six going on forty-six. Never saw a woman, that young, so set in her ways.
Jenny liked climbing trees. She said the climbing was for exercise – yeah right! She was the only woman rancher wearing short-shorts made to look like a loincloth with matching bra. Perhaps, she was Jane, or was it Tarzan?
Parker would often joke telling her to stay away from the cowboy's saloons. They use woman varmints for pussy targets, liquored up and feeling feisty. Of course, he was only joking, and Lil would laugh. "Ha, a varmint, that's a good one," she would say.
From time to time, the family was a little crazy, yet glorious to watch. Parker, fooled around using his right hand playing, `dial a dick', shooting cum over his stomach. Jenny played Tarzan, like a bull dyke on a rope, and Lil, had a holster with a six-shooter under her apron, oh yeah, just glorious. They behaved perfectly, outside of the house, yet fucked up behind closed door.
Despite it all, they ran a successful cattle ranch with hundreds of acres grazing, longhorn cattle, horses, farm animals, and field crops. They had a few quirks, but understood ranching with a strong family name, admired in the county.
In Texas, a ranch that size is not considered large. Three thousand plus acreage is large not a skimpy little ole six hundred. Yup, it' true, everything is bigger in Texas.
There was a time when cowboys rode a horse to town, and some folks, still do that, but not Parker. He only rode his horse, called Paley, around the ranch, going for miles mostly checking on the farm hands. However, that was about to change.
Today, he was getting an all-wheel drive pick-up truck equipped for rough terrains. Parker bought the truck to ride in comfort. With grandmother, Lillian's blessing and with a loan of some money, Parker purchased a spankings new vehicle, paying cash.
It was one of those summer Texas days - It surly was. Parker sat on the steps of the family ranch house. This was his day for going to town, having business in Austin.
"I'm leaving now grandma. The ranch hands are herding the north meadow, so don't be worrying `bout anything. Oscar Parker cried out to his grandmother. "Rudy is taking me in his taxi."
"I know they are son, now don't you be fretting about me," she bellowed out like a tough old cattle rancher.
************ "Where you be heading, Mr. Parker?" asked Rudy, a charismatic black cab driver. Rudy was a staple around Austin, owning the cab company with several vehicles; all called RUDY's TAXI SERVICE. He enjoyed driving, and talking to people.
"Rudy, you old son of a gun, it is good to see you. When are you going to retire, you must own half of Austin by now," chuckled Parker getting into Rudy's cab.
"Mr. Parker, as soon as I find me a good man, I will quit driving. You do know I am a gay old fool, don't you." replied Rudy barely turning around in his seat.
"When are you getting hitched Parker? I'm surprised some dude hasn't grabbed your butt by now; you must be one of them fussy wranglers." Rudy commented.
"I'm waiting for you," laughed Parker.
"Yeah, sure – can you see my black ass on a horse? Not, in this lifetime I like to ride, but sitting down in my cab," ha ha-ha, he continued, - you crazy!"
"I hear you never change; I knew exactly what you were going to say." Parker added.
Rudy and Parker were friends, with not a big difference in their age; Rudy was slightly older and hotter looking than pale face Parker. He was a stud black man with loads of everyday experience, smart as a whip, from working with the public. Rudy could read one's character within five minutes of meeting them.
They talked freely to one another, but never hooked up. He thought Rudy was hot, and so good-looking. Many times Parker was tempted to ask, but feared their friendship may turn to dust, since Rudy joked about everything.
People recognize their own value. Parker knew when to talk, and when to keep still, whereas Rudy talked about everything, he was so different from Parker. He would discuss the weather one minute, and crotch grabbing the next, - very interesting!
"So where do you want to go," asked Rudy.
"The Chevy dealer on Center Street, - Deonta Chevrolet," said Parker. "I ordered a new truck, the paperwork's done, and I pick it up today. It's a beauty, large white pickup truck for use on the ranch."
"I get you gonna be riding in style, and I won't see you anymore having your own motor," mumbled Rudy, keeping the conversation still on the light side. "That's nonsense, I'll give you a ride for a change," replied Parker.
"All I do is ride, I don't want to go riding around Austin," replied Rudy.
"Me neither, I thought we could see how the truck handles the road in the canyon. It's a deserted place – real quiet, with nasty stuff going on, chuckled Parker, winking and grinning.
"You lying, but by chance you be telling the truth of it – I'll go," replied Rudy. "You probably want to taste this chocolate dick. I know how some gay men want sweet blackberry juice," He laughed. "Hell yes, I'll go for a ride with you in the new truck."
"I am going to remind you, and then you will say; I can't go, I have to work" I know how you are."
"We'll see," replied Rudy, twisting a little in the driver's seat. He was aroused over something that Parker suggested doing the canyon. Hum, imagine that."
"I know Deonta Chevrolet it's in the three hundred block of Center Street," said Rudy.
"I knew you would."
Rudy has driven from one end of the city, to the other including the suburb, earning a treasure chest of stories. Some stories are fit to tell and other slimy to repeat. However, he loved talking, and Parker was about to hear one of them.
For instance, there was Molly, the drunken wife of a city council member, whom he drove home from a party after a session of drinking cocktails with her girlfriends. She insisted on riding in the front with Rudy. He didn't care for that, but she was difficult to handle, so in she went. That was a major mistake for Rudy. She groped him while he was driving, begging to lick his cock...
She tried unzipping his pants and he kept pushing her away. By the time he stopped in front of her house, she curled under his arm with her hand in his crotch, and the zipper partially down. She was dead drunk and impossible to move. It was beyond embarrassing and scary, the way she laid on his chest.
Her husband, John, came out of the house, seeing Molly was drunk as a skunk. He lifted her out of the taxicab and apologized to Rudy.
Evidently, John had seen this obsession before. Molly, an alcoholic, after a bout of drinking, the closest man was often a target for groping. In the morning, she didn't believe anything John said she did. He was always lying in order to embarrass her. Molly did not remember much of anything, and if she did remember, nothing was admitted. Talk about hiding behind a bottle, and groping a stud's cock, and nobody seemed to care. "You can get all the pussy you want." Parker commented to Rudy. "Don't figure you want some woman drunk grabbing your balls."
"I hear yuh man – I hear you, what do you think I would do with some bitch pussy?" Rudy replied shaking his head and giggling. "Now, if you wanna grab a feel, I`m equal to that." concluded Rudy, we're friends.
"I will study on it," Parker replied. Realism came to Parker about Rudy's true sexual preference. Rudy was hot for sure, but not what Parker was looking for.
He figured when he saw the right person, he would know it. Of course, that guarantee nothing, but that kind of thinking, was the best he could muster up making sense of what he believed.
Parker, average and lanky, didn't think he was sexy enough for Rudy. This had to be an excuse, because Parker was sexy as sin with black hair, fuzz on his chest, plus hairy legs – and there was more.
He remembered strutting around sporting a mysterious bulge in senior high school. He was gay but never lonely, that' for sure. Now, however, barely thirty, and a sweetheart of a catch, time is on his side.
Austin Texas is a vibrant cultural scene humming with activity. The city has natural beauty with stunning landscapes and people so friendly; one would think strangers around Austin are neighbors.
"It helps to keep your mind on things that are important to you," Parker thought, waiting for the representative, who sold him his truck. However, an erotic event happened to Parker, with a red headed cowboy; that he met at Deonta Chevrolet.
The waiting lounge was rather fancy with large screen television, a table of individually wrapped pastry snacks, and a fresh coffee complimentary for the taking.
People came and went quickly, leaving only one cowboy sitting across from Parker. They looked at each other and locked glances. He turned away, but kept looking back at him. He was mesmerizing, however, not like the other cowboys, that he knew.
He wasn't star power by Hollywood's standards. However, he looked Texas hot, husky, and rugged with sandy-reddish whiskers needing a shave. There was a week's growth and enough stubble screaming sexy, when looking at him. His hair was copper color matching his face fuzz.
Parker couldn't see his eyes, but thought they must be green, or maybe blue. He was dressed in black with a green and gray check shirt. A black and white kerchief tied, was around his neck. His hat pushed forward with a downward tilt, portraying a cowboy look. Lordy, just the type Parker longed to have in his arms. However, he knew that was never going to happen. Still, he could be aroused at the sight of him. Parked wished he would stand, so he could see him upright and moving.
In Parker's `mind's eye,' he had him naked in two seconds. Oscar Parker was far from a dirty young man, he simply knew how a grade A cowboy should look, at least in his opinion.
The next time they locked glances, the cowboy smiled wide and broad. There is no faking delicious. It was fantasy of course, but the few moments of staring, was heavenly without thinking seriously, Parker loved what he was looking at.
Then it happened. The mysterious cowpoke stood up, and came over to Parker.
"I'm Nevada, he said, moving next to Parker. We've been locking eyeballs, so I figured a `howdy,' was in order." He commented. He was chewing a hard roll and bubbling with charisma.
"Want a bite," he exclaimed showing the roll to Parker. "No, not a bite, let me get you one of your own, how does that sound?"
"I'll pass on that. I'm Parker, glad to meet up with yuh," he replied. "That is an interesting name, `Nevada,' did your mama give it to you, or did you chose it?"
"My name is Ned Wilson, but never cared for that. In school, the kids called me Nevada Wilson, and it stuck. So here I am, a thirty old cowboy named after a desert state, ha ha-ha," he chuckled.
I'm Oscar Parker, and didn't like that name Oscar, so I just use Parker.
"No kidding! Oscar is a good name, but, to each his own I suppose."
"I work on the `B & B Dawson' Ranch, ramrodding cattle; it's not far from the Parker place in Gypsum Canyon – any relation to the Parkers?" Nevada asked.
"Yep, that' me, my grandmother owns the ranch, I'm the ranch foreman."
"How `bout that, the main man, - I thought you looked familiar, I saw you at the cattle show a while back and wondered who you were," declared Nevada, grabbing another hard roll from the table and chomping down on it.
"Want a bite," he said again, holding the roll toward Parker. "Pay me no heed, I'm a hungry dude, and I love to eat," he concluded.
"Maybe we should talk about what you like to eat," said Parker.
I plan on doing that, I surely do," mumbled Nevada.
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