"Oscar Parker's Texas Adventure"
Chapter 17
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"So, you want to watch the horses being broken tomorrow, huh? You like horses – do you? Asked Brad. "Do you ride?"
"Oh no, not horses, I am afraid of them."
"Jesus, Ryan, that's the wrong thing to say on a cattle ranch. The men will think you're a sissy."
"They already think that. I heard gram's' crack about seeing me with a feather duster. Besides, I like to bake, and cowboys don't bake cookies, so I'm fucked anyway you look at it."
"No kidding. – fucked huh," commented Brad. "You like that – do you?"
"Yeah, I can handle it, can I ask you something?" inquired Ryan, nervous acting and rubbing his hands together.
"Don't see why not, sure, ask away."
"I am here for four more weeks, began Ryan, until Jen get the cast off her arm then, I'm history. That's about it, four weeks. However, you are leaving in one more week.
"Yes, but what does that have to do with anything? I don't get it,"
"I was hoping we could be friends, so I could ask you something. Now that you're leaving in a week, I better act fast."
"Maybe you better."
"I heard you say to Nevada about lips and getting rid of a load, but that is all I heard when I came around the corner. "Okay – here goes. " Can I put my face in your crotch? I would love to suck your cock?" uttered Ryan, holding back a little, although he had more to say.
"No!"
"But, you said you wanted to get sucked off."
"We were joking around talking dirty, we do that sometimes, but we like women."
"You don't have to like me, to get a blowjob. – I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. Please don't say anything to Oscar."
"Don't worry! We follow the Gene Autry rule here on the ranch. What we do, is never mention. It's like stuff, "staying in Vegas," only we mean it."
"Who's Gene Autry?"
"A singing movie cowboy who spoke no gossip to strangers; awe, forget it."
"Oh."
"I'm going back inside as soon as my dick quiets down. See what talking has done to me," said Brad opening his legs showing a mountain of package meat. A mean thing to do considering how badly Ryan wanted to have it. Surely, Brad did that, on purpose.
"I have a good mouth, do you wanna think about it?" Ryan said getting up to leave.
"Ha, you're a hungry little homo, yeah; sure, I'll give it some thought."
"What time tomorrow for training horses?" asked Ryan?
"Early."
"Okay. – I'm sorry Brad, I'm too forward."
"Forget it; cowpokes say all kinds of crazy crap."
"I suppose so," was Ryan's reply, slowly walking back toward the house.
Sergio and Nevada were best qualified to work with horses. The valuable part, is watching a cowboy's ass flying like the wind, fucking nothing but the air around him. When he is bucking in tune with the saddle, his body on full view, allows stretching beyond one's imagination. It is easy to concentrate completely on crotch, with nobody noticing, what the taste buds are thinking.
Sergio was good at staying on a horse. He was small and his body bounced up and down as if being fucked. If you thought about poking a cowboy, Sergio was a hum dinger, with a tight Hispanic butt – sweet cheeks, oh yeah. - Then there was Nevada.
Nevada, an all-around cowboy, could rope, ride, herd cattle, control horses and understood ranch work forward and backward. Even though it had nothing to do with ranching, he was a competitive sexual player for Oscar, and good looking. The term is," HOT," painfully hot.
Wayne, the bunkhouse boss, had Sergio and Nevada up early the following morning, dressed and ready to go to the corral. Before they left, Wally scratched up a mess of fried eggs with bacon, thick bread toast, (a little scorched in places) and strong black coffee.
"Whew," screamed Sergio, that coffee will put hair on your chest. I could use a little."
"I don't worry about that, I already have hair on my chest," bragged Nevada, chomping down on a chunk of bacon.
"That red fuzz, doesn't count as chest hair, sorry Nevada, you lose."
"Okay, so I lose, but I have trails of fur, that is red hair and not fuzz." Nevada tried to explain, feeling foolish talking about the hair on his chest, when he would rather talk about his hairy balls, but couldn't do that either.
A good thing about mealtime was the conversation. The cowboys seldom, if ever, talked mean to one another. Everybody talked about work, but the private things the men did, remained private. There were more than a few skeletons in everyone's closet.
They let Oscar believe he knew everything, however, much of what went on, they kept from him. It was fair, in their opinion. He kept his hookups quiet, and told them nothing. It didn't take a genius to figure the craziness of it all.
It was time to get to the barn.
The horses that Nevada and Sergio had to ride, were in the corral, when who comes walking toward them, – but Ryan.
He looked around, expecting Brad, but saw only Nevada, and Sergio, with some Mexican farm hands. Brad and Adam had gone with Wayne to finish branding from the day before. Well, so much for that plan.
"Ryan spoke to Sergio who gave him a surprised look wondering where he had come from. Ryan told Sergio that Brad said he could watch the horse training.
"Oh sure, only there is not much to see," Sergio mumbled surprising Ryan believing it was a "rip-roaring" job, breaking horses fit to ride.
"Let me explain something about the term, "BREAKING HORSES," that is not exactly what happens, but cowpokes still talk that way.
"Really!"
"Yup, really, it's gospel, especially with the old timers."
"I didn't realize that."
"Yup, there are no wild horses as such. A hundred years ago, they roamed through the plains and the canyons in Texas, however not so much any longer. A foal is the term we use for baby horses. They are now born on the ranch and no longer in the wilds. Male foals are called colts and female foals are called fillies. They are born from herds under the protection of the government and looked after by ranch owners who have wranglers (us) to care for them. Lillian Parker is one of those people, and we, bunkhouse boys, tend to them."
"I didn't know that."
"I didn't spec you did," chimed in Nevada. I'm surprised Brad didn't tell you, letting you think it was a rodeo with wild horses."
"We were talking, and I suspect he is pissed with me." He told me that sure you can watch, breaking horses can be dangerous." I am the fool at large, for believing him."
"What the hell did you say to piss him off? Brad is easy going, nothing bothers him."
"Nah, I don't wanna say, then everybody will hate me, and Oscar will not handle it well."
"Okay."
"You do not like talking about it, then don't." Sergio added. "Lord, it must be terrible."
"NO – it's not terrible. I asked him if I could suck him off, just an old fashion blow job and he said "NO" – However, he would think about it, which I see now, meant nothing."
"Good grief, he is playing with you. Brad is being Brad. He will come around when you ask the second time." Nevada assured him, feeling better; it was something as simple as that.
Sergio went to saddle a few horses. They were not used to having a rider on their backs yet, and needed some training, although they were not actually wild animals.
Nevada stayed talking to Ryan leaning against the rail fence with a foot on the lower rail. Ryan couldn't escape looking at him. He was completely out of Nevada's league, but much nicer to him than Brad. Nevada known for unbeatable charisma, had something that Ryan could sense pouring from him, plain and simple.
"OMG, I am going down with the ship, and will get fired, but I have to ask – I just have too. - "Nevada, can I have sex with you? I want to suck your dick so bad, I dream about it. I'm not a slut, just a desperate nineteen year, with the hots for a cowboy."
Ryan paused, then, kept on talking.
"I know you are going to say," NO." You are going to hate me, talk about me, and have Oscar get rid of me. I am sorry for that, but not sorry for asking. You, have no idea how much nerve that took. I'll get out of your way, and go back to the house."
"Wait - YES," said Nevada. "If my cock will make you happy, let's do it."
"I can, I mean, you don't hate me?" mumbled Ryan almost crying.
"Nobody hates you. Do you want to do it now? We can go in the barn and Sergio will let us know if the men come back early from branding. Do you want two cowboys? Sergio will play also. (Handsome dick on that hombre) I wouldn't lie about that."
"Sure, I'll do both of you. I really am not a slut, just cock hungry."
"I get it, and so does Sergio.' Nevada assured him. "Here comes Sergio now, let me talk to him."
"Okay, thanks!"
Nevada walked away to tend to the horses, while Sergio walked over to Ryan still waiting by the fence. He was no longer nervous, only excited.
"This sounds okay to me. Do you want cock from us both?" asked Sergio.
"I sure do."
"Okay, I'm first, follow me and we will go to the hayloft. I'll bust a nutt, and then you can do Nevada. He takes longer because he will strip the underwear off, and you can eat everything. Yep, he is something.
"They walked into the barn together with Sergio saying, "You better be hungry, I have about a three week load you can have, yup, my balls are heavy with sauce."
About twenty minutes later, they came out of the barn. Sergio had gotten his blowjob. Ryan had swallowed a load of flavored gooey sperm. Gosh, Sergio's cum tasted good. Nevada wasn't mistaken, about Sergio. His cock was delicious, and he knew how to use it. He talked Ryan through it with sexy words, using a warm Spanish accent. Freaky wild.
Now, it was Nevada' turn. Just think, his face would be wrested against the swollen bulge in Nevada's underwear, in the matter of minutes.
"How was Sergio?"
"Good ,OMG, that cowboy is a ten.
"Then I'm a twelve. C'mon, my turn. Let' see kid, what you've got," putting his arm around Ryan leading him to the barn.
Nevada, a class act on the Parker ranch, was giving himself to Ryan. Let's face it, there was nothing finer.