"Oscar Parker's Texas Adventure
Chapter 5
If there was ever a "me too" moment, this was it. Oscar squeezed the cheek of Nevada's ass using both hands. He wanted to fuck him, in the worse way.
"I'm a gay cowboy, and you knew it from the beginning," mumbled Nevada. I had a wild desire to make love to you, but had to be careful. I didn't want to be just another homo hitting on you. Working here on the ranch, I promise not to be anything other than hired help, and you are the boss. No affection, just the boss." He stammered, almost child-like in his speech.
They separated themselves from hugging. It was time to be regular cowboys again. They closed the door on the truck, and stood waiting for the erections to go limp.
Let's go into the house, you are sleeping with me tonight. My room has a couple of bunks, so no problem there," said Oscar.
"No, I don't want to have gram and Jenny seeing us, together, at least not at this time."
"You haven't met anybody in the bunkhouse, so you can't go there, until tomorrow," said Oscar, "Just come along with me, and stop complaining," He wasn't the boss just yet, and Nevada knew it, so defying him, was fine with both of them.
"Nope," Nevada firmly replied. "I have a blanket and pillow, and will sleep in the bed of my truck. I've done it before, so it's settled."
"Good night, boss man," he mumbled then leaned close to Oscar and whispered, "We will make this work."
"Yes, we will. I plan on waking up to what I know is possible," Oscar mumbled, agreeing with Nevada.
When Oscar went into the house, Jenny had already retired for the night, but grandmother Lil, was knitting with the television playing an old Alfred Hitchcock movie, in the background.
"Where's Nevada," she asked.
"In his truck, "Oscar quietly replied. He wants to meet the ranch hands first, before staying with them, and in the morning and not tonight." "Bring him inside, you have two bunks in your room, whoever heard of such craziness," barked Lil. "This isn't yesterday's Texas. Cowpokes don't bed-down in trucks."
"That's what I told him," stubborn, replied Oscar. – "Night gram, I'm gonna hit the hay daybreak comes early," Oscar stated, going to his room and closing the door behind him.
Lil, strong headed and tough as nails, put down her sissy knitting needles, and picked-up a flashlight. She went outside walking straight towards Nevada's truck.
Nevada had just settled down, obviously uncomfortable, in the back of his pick-up. A light surprised him causing a jump after shinning in his face.
"Oh, it's you, Gram," he said startled.
"I'm not asking what you are doing, but I am saying, you are not going to do it. Now, get your ass out of that truck, and go into the house. Oscar has plenty of room for two people, and don't be fretting about it."
"Jenny and I don't give a hoot, about who sleeps with Oscar. Nobody here talks about anything but ranching and cattle. So in you go – them is an old lady's orders and I've got fire arms and a backhoe," She chuckled, reaching for Nevada's hand.
"Okay gram, I'm speechless, yeow, a backhoe!" gigged Nevada.
They walked together back to the house with Nevada caring the flashlight. "Incidentally, before you get all out of sorts, Oscar didn't tell me anything except you were in your truck. So don't start bickering over nonsense. Not that you would, of course, but you never know, about you young fellers."
When they reached the front stoop, Lil went ahead showing Nevada where to go, in order to find Oscar. - "It's the door at the end of the hall, there is only one. Just give a little tap, he hasn't gone to bed, yet, I can hear him walking around. Now, be off with you and let an old lady get some shut eye," she said, giving Nevada a hug.
Nevada was surprised getting a hug from Lil Parker, she approved, of him, and there was no missing that little fact. Oh yeah, she liked him.
Nevada never got hugs from his own grandmother; however, he would get slapped with a wooden spoon. He didn't care for Grandmother Wilson. Lil was much different.
Behind every door, "One doesn't know what awaits you – until you know. Nevada knew that Oscar was on the other side of that door. Corny as it sounds, Nevada tapped, just as Lil instructed him to do. Oscar opened the door wearing white jockey shorts covering his long cock pointing straight down. It was outlined behind fabric resting on a pouch of juicy balls. He held a towel for cover up, thinking grandma Lil was tapping on the door.
"Grandmother Lil, told me to get in here. She says that you have a bunk available," said Nevada.
"I told you that dumb ass, but you wouldn't believe me. It took gram to get you moving. Get your ass in here," Oscar quietly yelled, pulling Nevada by the arm.
The door had barely closed when Oscar had Nevada on the bed kissing him and tearing at his clothes. They were both naked in seconds with a round of kissing, going at each other, with no pretense what so ever.
Nevada sat on Oscar's chest moving constantly upward, with Oscar licking towards his crotch. The red fur and hairy balls were intoxicating and smelled so good to Oscar. When Oscar reached Nevada's crotch, he bathed, his balls in spit, then tongue fucked his hole.
They couldn't stop any of it. Oscar's leaking cock was hungry to poke Nevada. It was exactly where he dreamed of being.
Some people are meant to be one thing, and other something else. Not so much with Oscar, he was sexy yet plain, good looking, blessed with a large penis making him automatically desirable to both sexes.
Oscar had dark hair appeal with a fuzzy chest looking like a model wearing something as simple as shorts or jeans. In jeans, sporting a bulge of all bulges is what people saw looking at him, truly a gift.
Nevada was much the same, but with enhanced body features. Everything about Nevada was eye catching for folks who saw him for real. His red hair and slim body had the makings of a wildly sexy cowboy. One couldn't do better than that.
Then, he met the mysterious Oscar Parker, connecting from the first glance, (well, after several glances) anyway, they found each other. Tonight however, they had to get some sleep.
It was getting to be daylight and Nevada rested in a bunk by himself fixated on the window watching the sun creep over the horizon. He had a degree of excitement, thinking about how he would handle his first day, on the Parker Ranch.
"We didn't do much last night, did we?" said Oscar lying in a bunk next to him.
"No, that's okay," admitted Nevada. In new surroundings, I felt uneasy, but will make it up to you," he said to Oscar.
"Don't be nuts, nothing to make up, when sex happens, then it happens. I love your great hair, plump luscious cock, sweet hard butt, piercing green eyes and well – everything."
Shut up," don't say it out loud," stammered Nevada turning silly words into turmoil. Then he caught himself.
"Geeze Oscar, I am sorry, I didn't mean to say "Shut up" to you. You are my boss now, do you want to spank me," he giggled putting his arm around Oscar.
Oscar laughed going over to lock the bedroom door. All this talking had Oscar getting hotter by the minute. When Nevada asked, (Do you want to spank me), that did it. He didn't want to spank him, but he did want Nevada's mouth on his cock.
Oscar set naked on his bunk with is legs open. His balls firm, hairy and moving ever so slightly. He looked at Nevada, while holding his dick in his hand. "Get over here," he said.
"Yes sir, boss." Nevada was there in two seconds, on his knees between Oscars thighs scattered with black hair. His cock wasn't leaking, but it was hard as a rock and needed attention.
"C'mon baby, get some breakfast. Suck the honey out of me Nevada. This is the only time I will call you baby. I was carried away looking at your mouth, mumbled Oscar; He was changing, since meeting Nevada, and had to pull back on this new way of talking.
Nevada pressed his lips around Oscar's pecker doing the best he could getting it to pop off. He couldn't swallow all the way down without chocking. His dick was too long, luscious, but hefty. He did the best he could with Oscar stroking it at the same time.
Without warning, soft cum flowed over the head of his cock coating Nevada's tongue. It didn't shoot; it gently rolled out like honey.
Oscar immediately kissed him taking some of the soft "Parker honey," from Nevada's mouth. Like two lovebirds, they shared what Nevada failed to swallow.
A-huh, with Oscar, it was different, much different. Nevada could go for hours loving every time Oscar erupted. Nevada thought, it's not where one starts, it where you finish.
With Oscar however, Nevada had no desire to finish. He could make memories here on the Parker Ranch, ones, he could never forget.
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