"Oscar Parker's Texas Adventure"
Chapter 14
"How 'd'yuh sleep last night," Nevada asked Brad moving slowly on their horses, so they could ride close together and talk.
"Not bad, however I had a reason to get up this morning. I'm getting laid."
"I recon so," Nevada replied adjusting his hat. Nevada looked `gem like' sitting on his horse Thunder. His crotched bulged as it always did, with his eyes glistening a youthful stare-suggesting playtime. He was sucking on a piece of straw, clenched between his teeth, and making a slurping sound with his mouth.
"I think we should get on with it," he declared. I am butt washed, empty inside, and waiting to be poked. Before you ask, I didn't use any suds this morning, so you won't taste any soap. I'm guessing you might want to lick my balls. They are full up again.
Brad was aroused to full stiffness, hearing Nevada talking that way, and his pecker was in charge of his thinking. "Look at this," he said to Nevada. "Got any doubts how much I want to fuck your ass."
"Follow me," continued Brad, "I know the perfect place in this canyon, and rode ahead of Nevada being careful not to lose him. He stopped at a small section of cleared ground with scrub grass and rocks. – Lots of rocks, all good size, making it the perfect hiding place for keeping a cowboy deal.
They stopped, tied their horses, and stood looking around for a couple of minutes.
"Are you going to kiss me?" asked Nevada leaning against a large boulder with his crotch puffed out like the magic dragon.
"I ain't a fuckin homo," replied Brad repeating once more, something he is constantly claiming, yet he touches Nevada, whenever he can, when nobody is looking. Brad seems a little lavender, in the way he acts in private, forcing a grin from Nevada!
"I didn't ask you if you were a homo. I don't care what you are. "Are you going to kiss me? He asked the second time.
Brad stood in front of Nevada resting against the boulder. The look in his eyes was pure attraction, and he had to know how he was feeling. He could have been thinking it over.
Nevada, grabbed Brad by his shirt pulling him to his chest. The hats fell to the ground and their bearded faces touched, lips touched, and they were kissing. It was nothing quick; they continued slurping tongues and trading spit. It was better than a `pretty sight' on a canyon rock – it was wholesome, holding each other and kissing because they meant it.
"You bastard," said Brad, staring into Nevada's handsome face.
"You better kiss me again," whispered Nevada. Maybe kissing is your thing!"
"Yea – I better, whispered Brad, kissing him for real, and meaning it, all the while fumbling to get Nevada's jeans down.
"Here, let me do it, you get the blanket, so we can lie down." said Nevada.
Brad spread the blanket on the dry ground, while Nevada got naked.
Brad's fingers worked fast getting his own clothes off, and ripped a button on his shirt. His body was a hunky version of Oscar, and Oscar was perfect. Well, almost perfect.
Brad had a furry track of dark hair around his cock. Yeah, he was bushy all right. This was nothing new, however in the daylight view, a lanky hard tight body, was predictable to be delicious, and Nevada wanted it.
Nevada couldn't keep his hands to himself; and wanted to taste more than just Brad's lips. The urge to taste, was ridiculous, cock was nothing new for Nevada. Nevertheless, he couldn't help himself; Brad was mesmerizing hot, when his underwear came off.
The scene showed little consequence; just the same, Nevada felt that Brad was somebody he understood, like a big version of mean girls. Not that Brad was mean – he wasn't. He was big all over, touching gently like a girl, yet rough like a man. Moreover, he liked kissing men, (at least cowboys) better than kissing women. – go figure!
Nevada lay on his back expecting Brad to flip his legs in the air and go after his butt from the front. Yup, he was ready to take a good size portion of cowboy pork.
"Lay on your stomach," commanded Brad, running his hands gently on the copper-blush hair growing on Nevada's legs. He ran his tongue up, and then down, on Nevada's legs stopping at his butt.
"I'm gonna kiss your ass," mumbled Brad so unlike him, but exciting to hear.
"Do whatever you want to do; I'll cooperate. "You don't want to kiss my butt; you want to pull those cheeks apart. Lick my hole, and poke your cock inside me."
"Stop it," whispered Brad now kissing Nevada's ear and sniffing his hair and neck. I'm not used to hearing talk like that, I only think about it. However, what you are saying will make me gush cum. Just the same, I don't want to cum that way," Brad admitted." I hanker to fuck."
"I understand, Nevada replied – nope, there's not a bit of "homo, in my boy Brad."
"Shut the fuck up, I won't say it again. In fact, I won't even talk to you.""
"I'm only teasing. I am loving this, so start filling my ass with cock. We can't stay here with strays to bring back. We're working cowboys," Nevada whimpered.
Brad pulled Nevada's cheeks apart and fingered his hole. He sniffed and licked Nevada's hairy plum balls from behind. Oh nice – no soap, you smell like an oatmeal cookie" Fuck, this is sweet," he mumbled.
Brad pushed his finger in the crack of Nevada's ass, causing Nevada a slight shock opening his eyes wide. "Do you like doing that? Nevada asked.
"Oh yea, you are so sexy, what's not to like. I figure since I'm going the homo route, I want it all." Brad had two fingers in Nevada's hairy pink hole pushing back and forth. He pulled them out and said – "Open your mouth and taste this, pushing the two fingers between Nevada's lips. It was not surprising when Nevada began sucking Brad's fingers. He was a naughty cowboy, liking everything, even the obscene stuff.
"You like that? Brad asked.
"Yeah."
Brad dropped spit in Nevada's hole followed by his finger's again pushing it around making Nevada wet. He mounted him and slowly, (only at first) pushing gently as Nevada's hole welcomed the pecker invader. Once inside, he gave a plunging push, and began fucking wildly.
Brad consumed, not by love, but with the powerful poking, he intended to give Nevada. This was not an ordinary cowboy; there is nothing ordinary about Nevada.
"I guess I can't do anything other than what I want to do," confessed Brad moving Nevada in different positions with his cock never leaving Nevada's ass.
"And fucking me is it? - I mean this is what you want to do?"
"Yup."
"Just so you know - I'm keeping my end of our deal. Sex only - we shook on it." Nevada reminded Brad. Although the kissing was a sweet surprise, one never truly knows about people.
"That's it, just sex; I don't play around with cowboys. Uh, all right, I wanted to kiss you. Still it doesn't mean anything, because I want pussy; besides, I'll be moving on in a couple of weeks. Do you think you will miss me?" asked Brad. - I'll miss you."
Nevada hesitated, he simply said, "Sure, I'll send you a text and we can suck dick, on a Sunday afternoon at some hotel in Austin."
"It sounds good to me, although I bet it never happens."
I'm ready to cum. Do you want to feel it insde, or take it on your tongue? Yikes, too late, I am filling you right now with Bradly's sticky sauce." He mumbled with short jabbing strokes.
Bead kept poking with his balls slapping against the cheeks of Nevada's ass. Their bodies were touching flesh to flesh, with Brad feeling wonderful. He was a hunk of a cowboy with hard warm everything. Nevada never realized how loving Brad could be.
His rough persona of a wrangler was really for show, always protecting his manhood. Nevertheless, Brad continued to lie on top of Nevada, kissing his neck and chest. It was a case of a cowboy gone wild." Make that, a straight cowboy gone wild – a-huh!"
Nevada had cum leaking from his crack, so he ducked behind a huge boulder, squatted, and let the liquid run out of him. He scooped some water from a dripping stream coming from a hill, and wiped clean his butt, drying himself with a neckerchief that he threw away. He put his clothes back on, and was ready to ride.
Brad had the blanket picked up, and then washed his pecker copying what Nevada had done. Now, he too, was ready to ride. Later would be his shower time.
"I think I know where to find the missing strays we are looking for, and they are not that far from here," said Brad. "I have ridden through this section of the canyon, many times, and have found strays here before. They always head for the same place, where there is water and a fair amount of green grass."
"Just where might that be," asked Nevada, thinking Brad was a little squirrely.
"Just on the other side of this hill," he remarked, climbing on to his horse.
Brad knew all along where the strays were located – so much for cattle verse sex.
However, this was not the time to dwell on sex any longer; just ramrodding steers was hard enough. They had to get the strays back to the main herd.
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