"Oscar Parker's Texas Adventure
Chapter 10
"You better stop," mumbled Wayne to Brad. You are talking too much. "He was still looking at the ceiling. " We don't talk about that." he commented.
"Talk about what?" Nevada asked.
"Oh, it's good, but we are not saying anything," replied Wayne, looking at Nevada, not grizzly and mean, although strange.
"Okay men, what's going on?" Nevada asked.
"A few days ago, Brad and I were riding through the canyon on the old road. You know where the miner' shack is surrounded by trees?" began Wayne with a confession he had rehearsed in his mind.
"There was Oscar's truck parked there and your horse Thunder, tied to a tree. I figured you must be in the cabin." He continued.
"Yeh, I know the place," Nevada admitted.
"Then you know that mangy dirty window across from the bunk? " We peeked through that window, seeing you naked getting poked, in the butt," confessed Wayne.
"It got Brad's pecker hard with envy. He jerked himself off on my boots, funny as hell," stated Wayne, telling his story. "Yup, just outside the window, Brad was so aroused, that he jerked me off too."
"You have never seen a cowboy getting fucked before, is that it?" admitted Nevada.
"Yup, that's it," Wayne confessed. "I have never seen that, however, I liked seeing it."
Wayne removed his clothes and rested on his bunk wearing only underwear. You could see his pecker rolling around under the fabric, and Nevada was fixated on looking at it. The jig was up. They understood each other now.
With the bunkhouse deserted, for the next few hours, it gave them the freedom to talk. Seeing Brad and Wayne in nothing but underwear, Nevada took off his pants too. Now, all three cowboys looked the same.
Wayne's pecker rolled out of his underwear and it was slippery on the tip. So what does one do In that case?
Wayne wiped the sticky goo from his cock and held his finger in the air. "Want it?" he asked. "Anybody here wants it," he repeated.
"Get that shit away from me," barked Brad, not happy at all. "Sure." Nevada replied, "I'm game, I'll give it a go."
"I don't get what some cowboys like about eating nutty goo, but fuck, if you want it, I have balls working overtime and you can have It," remarked Wayne, sounding business-like, and promoting himself as a horny cowboy. I go to Austin to find women, often settling for a street whore. I gotta say Nevada, you have a sweet butt. I could use a decent hole wrapped around my pecker, however, I'm big, and it wouldn't fit unless that low spot opens up. If you can take Oscar up your ass, you're gonna love me." Wayne no longer cared how he talked around Nevada.
"A butt hole is adjustable. It helps to spit in the hole, finger fuck a little and best to lick it with your tongue getting it wet," declared Nevada waiting for a shocking reply from Wayne.
"Nah, nah, hah, that's what queers do. I just want to fuck. I don't lick pussy, and sure as hell, not sticking my tongue in a dude ass. - What' your point, Wayne demanded, talking more about sex than ever before.
They didn't have all day for conversation, so Wayne leveled with Nevada.
Nevada fondled their balls, putting a cock in each of his hands. When you love cock like Nevada, the effort is nothing but hunger, when holding prime meat on a straight cowboy. Here, Nevada had two straight cowboys wanting to fuck him.
"Okay men, go ahead and fuck me, I can handle It." confessed Nevada. He slapped some lube in his hole and was ready. There was no time for spitting and foreplay.
Wayne eased his big cock into Nevada's' butt. The room was quiet except for a mummer from Nevada, "oh – It's good."
Wayne's cock was thicker around than Oscar's cock. It stretched Nevada's hole like a rubber band keeping a firm grip around it. There was no rivaling a cowboy, to the open wet gash on a whore, with pussy lips down to her knees. Nevada was awesome and Wayne never fucked anybody so wonderfully tight.
Nevada was different, he was slippery, but not sloppy wet. I'm sure the lube had something to do with it. Tight is the feeling that men (straight or gay) look for – TIGHT, and Nevada had it.
Brad kept checking the window in case anybody, especially Oscar came near the bunkhouse. Nobody did, it was a day when the ranch hands, were away. They knew they were safe, still Brad kept looking out the window even with the door locked.
Brad waited eagerly to be next, his pecker leaking without touching it. He saved as much juice as he could for fucking. Shore `nuff, he loved a hairy butt, and a fuzzy red hairy butt was wild as fuck.
"Is it good?" Brad asked Wayne as he fucked Nevada taking his time getting as much pleasure from Nevada's gripping hole, as possible. "Yaaah, it's good," mumbled Wayne, not interested in Brad's talking anymore. - "It is so good," he kept mumbling.
Wayne could see Brad, waiting his turn, to fuck. Nevada's workingman's ass would soon be ready to accept Brad's meat. Wayne flipped Nevada around, in different positions. He loved doing this, and once again, a saloon whore couldn't compete with somebody like Nevada. Just couldn't.
Nevada was remarkable and Wayne realized why Oscar wanted to keep this secret to himself. However, he said nothing; he continued fucking until he no longer could hold back. This moment was everything to him; his cannon cock was about to fire bullets of thick cum going in one after another. Wayne was getting off by pulling back a little, then pushing in to unload a second blast The scene was classic fucking.
Wayne reluctantly pulled out with cum leaking from Nevada's hole; however, he kept pushing it back in with his cock. He emptied baby cream into his ass, and wanted him to keep it there for Brad to push farther inside with his long pecker. Brad was next, eager to fuck the sloppy mess inside Nevada's hole.
Wayne got off Nevada, and Brad took his place.
"He's all your," Wayne mumbled, finding it difficult getting the words out, so he mumbled once again, "He's all yours."
Anxiously, Brad crawled onto Nevada's ass, packed with Wayne's cum. He slid in effortlessly, even wet. Nevada was tighter than whores Brad was used to poking.
Brad fucked away pushing his cock though the juice in Nevada's ass. Some leaked out as Brad fucked him, but it didn't matter. Nevada was still hot making Brad groan and purr both at the same time.
Nevada watched in the mirror at Brad moving up and down, doing push-ups with his pecker inside him. Only Brad's balls were showing. The black hair on his crotch was pressed against the red hair on Nevada's ass. Brad looked stimulating pumping away pushing his soaring cock deep inside a hungry hole.
Brad finally flooded gummy juice with full nasty force. It felt like raping a whore going mad dumping a stored up load of cock juice.
"Damn," mumbled Brad, I never thought I would like a meaty ass, but changed my mind about that. You're beautiful Nevada, I never thought I would say that to a man.
A girly whore is not so great, but it's a hole. You're a cowboy, a rodeo dude, a buckaroo to fuck. You are not a whore Nevada. You're what dudes call, GREAT," added Wayne.
Nevada's butt, well used, but not the least bit sore, in fact, he felt wonderful. Cum dripped out of him like tapping a maple tree, only it was wrangler syrup. Wayne was the biggest contributor, he was certain of that. However, Brad emptied cum into Nevada as well.
Talk about feeling used, Nevada pushed all that sticky syrup out of him into the toilet. He needed to shower in order to feel like a man once more. He stood under the forceful spray of warm water soaping his body to wash away the scent of cowboys mauling him.
Let's face it. - Nevada, a tight-fisted bottom, could also suck the chrome off a trailer hitch, but getting his butt plowed sent him routinely to cloud nine. One thing he never played was hard to get.
They thought it would be simple keeping their behavior away from Oscar. "Believe me; we are safer saying nothing and just beoys working together." Nevada told Brad and Wayne.
"Absolutely," said Wayne, no touching or any of that shit. People aren't stupid."
Nevada sealed the agreement with a handshake. "Let' just be cowboys, talking about cattle, horses, saloon whores, and poking pussy.
"I'm not a homo," added Wayne, "just remember that," he said to Nevada.
"I know that, Brad is not a homo either," said Nevada. It just happens that the two of you are keen on fucking me. I get it," he stated. Nope, nothing gay there," he commented.
Nevada was greedy sniffing like a dog for wrangler sex. It was nuts, for sure, but the winning part was delightful. He didn't want to lose Oscar, but he wanted the whore stuff also.
Nevada earnestly tried not to be this way. He never touched a wrangler, until Wayne and Brad, asked for sex. Nobody suspected or knew a thing. For sure, what they had was a golden moment in time.
Wayne and Brad agreed that poking cowboys was a game they played in secret. Not a speck of affection, only a game, allowed them to keep their manhood. That was fine with Nevada; he had Oscar, where he was gobbled up with kisses and blowjobs. Frankly, Oscar was a whole lot better anyway.
After the three of them cleaned their sinful crotches and showered, they put on clean clothes and went outside to look busy. Although it was Sunday, and not expected to work, they wanted to appear occupied. The folks would be back at any minute.
Nevada had no idea what Wayne and Brad were thinking, and didn't care to know about it. It was over, as far as, he was concerned.
The folks were late getting back from church service. Grandmother Lil treated everybody to lunch after church. She brought Mexican takeout for Wayne, Brad, and Nevada. Lil never forgot anybody.
One would think Lil was the sweetest God-fearing woman, for miles around; and she was, to a point. However, the point was rather short, considering her idea on preaching.
Quick and to the point, should cover it. She once told the Reverend James, to speed it up, with the preaching, and then sit down.
The reverend was hardly one of her favorite people He would read passages from the Bible, and put his own spin on the word of Jesus. Lil knew the bible well questioning him; probably not the best Idea, but Lil was a resilient old broad, and Texan's liked her exactly that way.
She once got a laugh (and a few uppity glares) from the congregation when she asked the preacher, "Say Jim, how are you, at turning water into beer, I'm throwing a shindig come Saturday?"
"Jenny told her grandmother. " You realize gram, you can be embarrassing."
"Behavior is my way, and you can interpret it anyway you want," was her reply. If you didn't like that, she said two more words, "Move on," subject closed.
Wayne and Brad gave her a "thank you" hug for bringing them lunch, as did Nevada.
When she hugged Nevada, she gave him a little peck on the cheek. Nobody noticed except Jenny and Oscar. Grandma Lil liked Nevada, easily her favorite cowboy.
She had her own way, for concentrating on value, and the best part, was making sure everybody remained friends.
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