"Oscar Parker's Texas Adventure"
Chapter 13
The work on the ranch returned to everyday duties of range riding, animal, barn, and farm, chores, branding, mending fences, and on and on.
Nevada was checking the canyon for strays after finding a broken fence line. Brad was with him searching in one direction while Nevada went the other way. They had no idea, how many calves, were missing, they simply had to look.
Riding side by side and talking, Brad brought up a subject plugging his mind.
"How long would I have to do it," he asked Nevada.
"What are you talking about – do what?"
"You know...?"
"If you tell me, what you are talking about, then, I'll know,"
"Lick your pecker, wet your dick – you know!"
"Oh, you're back to that again. I didn't say, "Lick" anything. I said, "Suck my cock," none of this licking stuff. That's what girls do, they lick, – and men suck."
"Yeh, but sucking a guy's dick is not my thing," said Brad.
"Don't bring it up then, and you can forget about poking a tight moist hole bathed in soft red fuzz clamping around your cock pumping the juice from your balls into a warm dark cavern. Whew, I'm surprised to say all that in one breath," concluded Nevada.
"I plan on leaving the ranch, for another job, in two weeks. " Okay, I'll do it, if I have to," Brad told Nevada.
"Nah, we're best buds, you don't have to, if it's not your thing. However, you still can fuck me." Nevada confessed.
"Sounds good to me," said Brad – DEAL?"
"I figured you would say that. I understand how horny men think. I am a cowboy with a good fuck-stick, and you should taste it," Nevada added, waiting for Brad's reaction.
"Deal – "I'll do it." - They reached across their horses and shook hands. Shaking hands may sound corny, but to a cowboy, when you shake on a promise, you are bound to keep your word. It is an unwritten agreement.
Back at the ranch, the cowboys were coming back from the range wandering in one or two at a time. There was no sign of Oscar. He was spending time elsewhere and not saying where to anybody, including Nevada. Nobody even seemed to notice he was missing. However, Nevada missed nothing.
When Nevada casually mentioned Oscar to Wayne, he got an interesting reply. - "Nobody pays much attention to Oscar coming or going. He is stacked with adventure; always chasing after somebody or something. At least he's not here bothering us, so who cares."
Exactly," Nevada replied, - "Who cares!" He didn't mean it however, he adored Oscar, but sounded agreeable. It was a dude thing, for sure.
After supper around 5:00 pm, the cowboys were busy, watching TV, taking showers, playing checkers or arm wrestling. It was early, and they were all in the bunkhouse.
Nevada in the washroom was running water and flushing the toilet. Brad guessed he was cleaning out having sex on his mind. Therefore, he stayed quiet, avoiding the shower stalls. He waited is what he did – he waited.
My horse Thunder, had a long workout today," announced Nevada, I am going to give him a good brushing," he babbled directed at nobody special.
"Hey Nevada, I didn't unsaddle yet. When you're in the barn, could you do that for me?" cried out Brad.
"Sure."
"Nah, never mind, on second thought, I can do it" Brad exclaimed, and followed Nevada out the door. They walked together down to the barn. Nobody was there except animals and mice running from several barn cats.
"Watch that mound of horseshit, you almost stepped into it," said Brad walking along with Nevada.
"Yeah, thanks, I just cleaned my boots. Do you know something?" quizzed Nevada.
"I know about horseshit."
"Naw, not that, I was thinking, it's cracked up, sneaking around like this. What do you think?" Nevada asked.
"It's keeping one's business to oneself. I like to fuck and you are tighter than pussy. I don't think we need to tell anyone, and better we don't. I like the ranch hands, but they are dumb asses when it comes to homo shit. So the way I see it - if it works, we should do it."
"You like women, but you want to fuck me! - Explain that one," said Nevada.
"I just did – dumbass."
"I am not dumb," mumbled Nevada, giving Brad a gentle thump on his arm.
Brad was far from dumb, and about Nevada's age. The really liked each other, not romantically, but as gay connected naked friends.
The horses were already unsaddled. Thunder didn't need brushing. Everything was a pretense in order for them to be alone.
Inside the barn, Brad pointed to the ladder going to the loft, "start climbing!"
He followed Nevada up the ladder, to the loft. "I love the smell of hay," he said. "It turns me on."
"You mean fucking my ass, turns you on, but we can't stay here too long."
Nevada leaned against a bale of hay fumbling with his belt, getting it open. Brad pushed Nevada's hand away from his crotch. "Let me do it, and dropped Nevada' jeans down to his ankles, he was not wearing underwear.
"Sometimes I have to look twice to realize how chiseled you are," Brad said. Sniffing that bush of reddish hair, I have to admit, this is no effort at all. That is a good eyeing pecker, you have there."
"It may be too big for you to handle? – It's a lot to get in your mouth, however, you just may like it."
Brad was rubbing his hands lightly over Nevada's chest, tweaking his nipples, and fingering his stomach. "Oh man, you are nice – fuckin perfect. Nobody will ever run away from you."
"That's bullshit," Nevada mumbled, anxious to get his pecker between Brad's lips. He had rounded lips and a gorgeous smile. Nevada often thought for a dude, Brad had an exciting mouth.
"I like looking at you," Brad said, "let's face it, I can handle you; you're not that fuckin much, besides, a deal is a deal." He was on his knees rubbing his face in Nevada's hairy bush, sniffing his crotch and darting his tongue over his balls.
"Do you like what you're doing?" Nevada asked.
"The balls are a handful, but you smell like dial soap. I expected cock," confusing Brad a bit. "I like it, however, you smell too clean."
He could have been lying; nevertheless, Nevada did shower after supper. "Fuck," thought Nevada, even when you are clean - you're wrong.
Brad sucked Nevada slowly; as if he was afraid of doing it incorrectly. Often the reaction is the same. He kept munching applying pressure using his lips to hold tight. His tongue moved about like a serpent. For sure, this double-dealing cowboy was not a beginner, with cock in his mouth. He was just a little too good, for being his first time.
"Don't get too carried away down there, remember, you want to fuck me, and we can't stay here too long." Nevada said, ruffling his hair, and holding his face. He was becoming such a slut, but wanted to believe he was only a gay man enjoying sex.
"Am I doing okay?" Brad mumbled. "What should I do, when you spurt off and that shit goes in my mouth?"
"I don't know – do with it, what you always do with it."
"What is that supposed to mean?" asked Brad – Oh, never mind, you shoot it, and I'll handle it."
Brad no sooner got the words out, when Nevada mumbled, "You better get off, I'm about there, if not, and you'll have something to drink, or spit on the floor."
Brad didn't stop and Nevada pumped a good amount of cum in his mouth, which he gingerly took. He gulped swallowing a couple of times, and then spit a little in the hay.
"Fuck, you are full of surprises," chuckled Nevada. "You didn't have to swallow that!"
"Shut up – just shut up. I swallowed most of it." Then Brad kissed Nevada. "There's another surprise for you. Nevada never expected a kiss.
Nevada stepped out of his jeans so Brad could fuck him. He was becoming a whore, stretched out over a bale of straw. Then Brad stopped him.
"I did my part and you owe me a fuck, but I want it tomorrow in the canyon when I can take my time, but not tonight. Your ass is mine Nevada.
"I know it is - okay tomorrow, I'm yours to do as you want."
"Wash, but skip the Dial. I don't lick soap," Brad reminded him.
"Don't worry about it. I know what turns you on." Tomorrow was nothing but hours of waiting. ********
The smell of coffee had the wranglers up, and moving around at first light. Before anybody sat down for breakfast, Oscar had an announcement.
Grandmother Lillian was turning eighty-three on Friday. There will be a Texas barbecue planned for her birthday and everybody, including ranchers and friends, are invited.
Jenny and Oscar organized a typical Texas shindig, and things were going well, until Jenny had an accident braking her arm falling out of a tree.
"What was she doing in a tree," asked Sergio.
"I don't know, still climbing trees, but not like in the past. Oscar joked, "she forgot how to hold on. It was no joke, and nobody laughed.
With her arm in a cast, Oscar hired a housekeeper / cook, to help with the barbecue. Today, Oscar was going to the Culinary School in Austin, to bring him to live at the ranch.
"Did Oscar say – him," Sergio asked Brad.
"I think that's what I heard, he must have hired a dude," Interjected Adam, sitting with them, as a group, listening to Oscar's talk.
"Shore `nuff, a woman is better about sewing and stuff," replied Adam pulling on his boots; but Oscar got a dude. Besides what goes on at the house, doesn't concern us."
"Gram doesn't give a hoot `bout sewing, she would rather jabber about cattle, over a shot of whisky," said Nevada, "From what I gather."
"Well that's it boys – time to get to the hills and find the rest of the strays. Some have wandered into the canyon. It's not a healthy place with wolves and coyotes on the prowl. Just pair up and let's get going," suggested Adam.
"I'm riding with Nevada," said Brad, we'll take the canyon."
They saddled up and Brad stuffed an old army blanket into his saddlebag, but nobody saw him do it. The ranch hands rode off in different directions.
Oscar went to the Austin Culinary School. He was determined to have a teenage man he could control. Nevada recognized how Oscar thought about folks, but only smiled. He was too fiery independent to be jealous.
Wayne was shining his boots and Wally filled his mug with a second round of strong black coffee. Things hummed along nicely, in the bunkhouse.
Another workday for Lillian Parker had begun.
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