Oscar Parker's Texas Adventure
Chapter 19
Oscar wanted the fence post seated in the holes that Brad and Nevada had ready to go. It was a two-man job, although Wayne thought he could handle it by himself. Oscar wanted it done quickly, so Adam and Nevada went with him.
They stacked the post in the back of a truck and Adam drove to the pasture over a rugged country road used mainly for farm equipment. Wayne and Nevada went by horseback cutting across the valley and getting there just as Adam arrived with the post.
The post was unloaded and placed next to each hole. There were a lot of them, and Wayne was glad to have the help. Oscar, as usual, was correct. The job went better with more men.
They planted fence posts a long distance around the pasture, with about a dozen more left to go.
"Can you guys finish the last of them?" asked Adam. I want to get the truck back to Oscar."
"Sure – beat it," grinned Wayne, and let the real men get some work done," he grinned, pushing his hat, to escape the sun. "Leave the drinking water." He added.
"You got it, boss, – later, and Wayne drove off.
"Whew, sure is hot," said Wayne. "Let's take a break and have some water."
"Yeah, let's.
Nevada sat on the ground resting against a tree and Wayne kneeled down in front of him holding the water bottle. In a squatting position, legs parted, Wayne's crotch looked like a banquet. His cock and balls rested between his thighs tempting Nevada, as Wayne hoped it would.
Wayne held the water bottle to Nevada's mouth. Here cowboy, put your lips around this, you look thirsty. He grabbed his crotch and said –"What do you say, are you going to suck me off today?" I haven't had you lately, and it' my turn. Fuck Oscar – suck my dick," he said to Nevada. "Do you want it?"
"Yeah, I do."
"Ask me – tell me, what you want?" said Wayne, now teasing, knowing he had Nevada hooked and wanted his cock. He could see it in his eyes, and his expression was one of hunger. "Don't fuckin tease me. Put that big hog in my mouth and take charge. Geezus, do I have to tell you everything? Fuck" Nevada begged, resting his head back against the tree. "It's your idea."
Wayne had won. He unbuckled his jeans letting his master dick dangle in front of Nevada's face. He was hard, and sweaty looking.
"Touch it," commanded Wayne. "Rub your face in my crotch, use your tongue, drive me nuts, then gobble the rooster, and take my load."
"The head of your dick is sticky and it has a crotch smell like dry pecker piss."
"That sticky shit is precum. You had better lick it clean. Do you want it?"
Nevada never answered; instead, he licked his cock as if it was ice cream. He opened his mouth wide, so Wayne stood up in order to throat fuck him.
Nevada's head pressed against the tree with Wayne holding the tree using Nevada's mouth as a pussy.
"Am I hurting you? – Fuck, you don't even have a gag reflex. You can take my hog with only a little choking, but no complaining. You're my kind of bitch boy."
Wayne didn't take too long getting off. He had been waiting for this, saving his cum knowing that Nevada would come around. Nevada loved cum, especially from Wayne. He was older, around forty, (forty-two) with mature balls, a healthy body and tasted like peaches and cream but without peaches. Just creamy sperm.
A few more pumps. "I'm close – so close. OMG Nevada you are awesome, no wonder Oscar guards you like gold. Geezus, we can never tell him. To hell with Oscar, – ready! Are you ready? He screamed.
Nevada couldn't talk with Wayne poking his mouth, he simply stayed quiet letting Wayne's cream slide down his throat.
Wayne dropped what felt like a volcanic load, but wasn't sure how much, because he didn't see any of it. Nevada never lost a drop and ate everything.
"Fuck man, you are one hell of a cowboy. I never did this shit, until you came along. Gotta say though, I like it. Drink this water and stay here under the tree. I will finish the last few posts by myself. You rest," said Wayne.
"Naw, I'm okay, I can work, all I did was suck cock."
"You also swallowed a lot of cum."
"What's your point?" "Okay, grab a shovel and we will do it together."
They finished putting in the post, and then went to mount their horses to go back to the ranch. Before mounting, Wayne pulled out his cock and took a long piss. It dangled from his crotch with a few pee drops that he tried to shake off.
"You set? Asked Nevada.
"Yeah, I just have to put the boss away," mumbled Wayne, holding his cock.
"Here, let me help," said Nevada, grabbing and squeezing his pecker. A few pee drops remained along with a little cum that had oozed out. Nevada licked everything off and cleaned Wayne's meat with his tongue.
"Now you're all set. Get your butt on that saddle. This cowboy has had enough to swallow for one day," joked Nevada.
They rode back together as perfect as when they left in the morning. Nobody was the wiser. ************
Two week slipped by with Brad no longer part of the Parker ranch. Oddly enough, the ranch hands adjusted directly and stopped talking about him. The focus now, was directed towards Ryan, since he was next to leave at the end of the month.
Ryan was not a cowboy, so the ranch hands knew little about him, and didn't care to. He was Oscar's boy (so to speak) and none of their concern. However, Nevada remembered having sex with Ryan in the hayloft and liking it a great deal.
It is funny how Nevada has to be the center of attention. He has a quirky way about him. If you are clever enough, to be clever, with Nevada, then you have found a gorgeous man with gorgeous results.
It wasn't so weird, after knowing Nevada for a while. He was obliging, hot, sweet, and generous, with those who wanted his body for a romp in the hay. Kissing him was off limits, his love belonged to Oscar, however, his dick was there for people who pleased him. That seldom was off limits to anybody.
Nevada never had to get drunk and make love to a pillow. All his playtime was authentic. He never gave speeches, for everything was flat-out obvious, once you got to know him.
When the name is Nevada, for sure, it's the real deal.
Chapter 20 – la fin de l'histoire.