"Oscar Parker's Texas Adventure"
Chapter 12
Nevada experienced a lot of drama and heartache in his young life. However, the teen-age heartaches were behind him. He now, was facing a different kind of drama, and looking forward to handling it. For sure, this was big boy stuff.
The sun was peeking over the trees, and the only person awake was Wally, making coffee. Nevada opened his eyes and looked around the room. He had been dreaming about sucking dick. While dreaming, he thought he was eating Wayne' ass. He stretched out in bed, still in a sleepy daze. Of course, Nevada's pecker was hard!
Nevada put his arms behind his head, leaned back on the pillow, and looked at Wayne sleeping in the bunk next to him. His firm legs rested comfortably, stretched out under the sheet. His chest partially exposed, with the pillow supporting his bearded face and wavy black hair.
Wayne was a sexy man, no getting around that. Nevada knew how fantastic he was with his private parts, too delicious to remain private. Sex is like vitamins you have to swallow to feel good. Nevada was surely doing his part.
Wayne rolled to his side facing Nevada and opened his eyes. They were the only two ranch hands, except Wally, who were awake. In another hour, the boys would be waking up.
Wayne smiled at Nevada and lifted the cotton sheet off his legs. He was showing his swollen cock to Nevada, without saying a word. He slid his hand back and forth, along what looked like, a sticky breakfast roll, letting Nevada see him doing it.
Nevada smiled, licking his lips, believing he was playing a game with him. He rolled his eyes approvingly believing, that was that.
It was not a game to Wayne. He looked at the clock on the wall of the bunkhouse, and held up five fingers. He then pointed to the washroom and waited to see a response from Nevada.
Nevada shook his head NO, and Wayne responded with YES, shaking his head.
Wayne got out of his bed and went into the washroom closing the door. Nevada waited five minutes and, sure enough, he got up and followed.
Inside the washroom, Wayne was leaning against a stall door jerking off at a serious pace. His balls were bubbling hot and he needed to dump a morning load.
Nevada walked quickly towards him staying quiet. He was afraid talking would wake some of the men. Wayne whispered to Nevada. "I'm ready – get on it!"
Nevada barely had time to bend over and get his mouth around Wayne's cock. However, he did it, in time. His lips closed around the big gooey cock head, just as a stream of soft warm custard shot from Wayne's piss slit, feeding Nevada.
Feeding, it was too. Nevada stayed long enough to eat what cum kept squirting, and then he stood up. He swallowed a couple of times wiping his mouth with his hand. Good gracious, he really wanted that stuff.
Wayne immediately disappeared into a toilet stall, leaving Nevada standing alone by the sink. The door to the washroom sprung open and in trotted Adam, to take his morning piss.
G-de morning, Nevada," said Adam holding his pecker, (no small feat) pouring out a stream of warm golden piss, while chatting about how good the coffee smelled. He did a couple of shakes, while flopping his balls.
Nevada replied, "shore `nuff" and began brushing his teeth. He didn't want Oscar smelling cum on his breath.
The washroom scene was spot-on, with nobody being the wiser. It was close however; Nevada would not chance that way again. He did think about it however, living close to the edge, had a certain thrill about it.
Minutes later, the cowboys were getting dressed and Wally was tossing plates on the table along with coffee cups. Breakfast was just a step away.
There was plenty of work to do today and Oscar sitting next to Wayne was talking. The men knew they were discussing who would work where and why. They knew the various jobs, but wasn't sure where everybody would be. Oscar made suggestions; however, Wayne decided, since he came through with a job well done every time.
Oscar had an appointment this day in Austin with a conservation inspector interested in seeing the irrigation plans for tapping into the Sagano Creek running through the Parker land. He was bringing Wayne along with him since Wayne knew more about the plans than did Oscar. The rest of the men, including the cook Wally, were to move rocks away from the Creek bed in a designated area staked off for construction.
There was an exception to moving rocks. One man had to remain on the ranch and sweep / shovel, out the horse stalls. No one volunteered to do that, so Wayne decided to draw straws. The man holding the short straw would shovel the stables.
"I don't care for drawing straws," barked Nevada. "I always get the short straw, and end up getting fucked, shoveling shit." "Speaking of getting fucked..." began Brad.
"Never mind, I know where you are going - that trip is past," mumbled Nevada quietly, so nobody could hear. "Beside, we're needed at the creek, and not in the hay loft. We have rocks to move."
"Yuh nice, either shovel shit or carry rocks, some choice," said Brad.
"That' what the boss said. What would you rather do, round up cows?"
"Nope, I would rather slide my pecker into that hot baby butt, you're sporting there champ," Brad answered admitting he wanted to fuck, saying it with humor.
Nevada shook his head indicating, nope, not going to happen. He and Brad were good friends riding, and working together, however there would be no more fucking.
The men pulled straws and it was Eddie, who stayed behind to clean horse stalls. Wally tried to trade places with him, but Eddie liked barn work better than "dumb old conservation work," as he so eloquently put it. Actually, he said – "picking up fuckin rocks."
Brad, Sergio, Adam, Wally, and Nevada, all rode by horseback to the area known as Sanctuary Meadow, the unproductive pasture, needing irrigation water. This seemed the best flowing section with the most water.
They brought along a few tools, however, it was mainly physical labor, something they enjoyed doing. They cleaned an area piling the rocks and debris from the creek bed, for the tractor to scoop up and carry away.
"Are we moving all this stone today with the plow and tractor," asked Adam, working with his shirt off and sweating. The drop of preparation ran down the fur on his chest, dripping under his belt, and disappearing into his crotch. Nevada remembered watching Adam cradling his generous cock, taking a morning piss. "It's all about timing," thought Nevada.
Seeing how delicious Adam looked, sweaty, muscular, with tussled hair and a boxy crotch; Nevada turned and winked at Brad next to him, sitting on a horse.
Brad had no idea what Nevada was thinking about Adam. Brad was straight, Adam was straight, and neither noticed anything about each other, however Nevada did. Lord yes, he noticed everything that moved.
Brad smiled back, catching Nevada looking between his legs at the meat packed in his pants. Nevada saw him as a Texas longhorn and available. Adam, however, was not available.
Nevada was working beside Brad, when he bent over, Brad quickly patted Nevada's ass however, and no one saw him do it.
"See something you like," Nevada whispered.
"You know I do."
"Why the change of heart?" whispered Brad. "You said, no playing around."
"Quiet!"
"Okay,"
Sergio and Wally were close enough to hear their conversation, so they separated and stopped talking.
Wally had packed a cooler with food for the men. He never stopped being a housemother to them. He wasn't gay, just a caring man who was older and a little slower, but still a cowboy.
The men were used to Wally looking out for them. It may not be the norm on other cattle ranches, but on the Parker Ranch, it worked.
At lunch, Nevada sat next to Adam, who was still half-naked and sweaty.
Nevada rolled up a tee shirt and wiped off his back.
"Thank yuh partner," mumbled Adam, biting into a cold fried chicken leg.
"Stretch back," said Nevada, "I'll do your front." Adam leaned back and Nevada wiped dry his neck and chest, being careful not to touch his crotch. He mentally drooled at the bulge, but stayed away from the forbidden zone.
Lunch had no time limit. The cowboys ate what they had to eat, and then began working again. Time meant nothing, it was merely time. Only the work mattered.
Brad was sitting on a rock checking his phone, so Nevada sent him a text.
"Suck my dick, and you can fuck me. Also delete this message,"
"Are you fuckin nuts, I ain't no homo," Brad replied immediately.
"Just think about it, you don't have to be a homo, there is nothing to it. All you do is put it in your mouth, keep your teeth out of the way, and lick like a lollypop, (something like that)" wrote Nevada.
A few minute later, Brad sent a reply. "I suppose I can think about it, but don't get your hopes up."
"Just recall the memories, - "good stuff." He replied, and then tapped the delete button on his phone.
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