"Oscar Parker's Texas Adventure
Chapter 7
After breakfast, Oscar changed his clothes and left the bunkhouse. Before leaving however, he shouted to the boys to get Nevada started beginning with selecting a horse. The door closed with no, "see you later. Nope, not a word, he just left.
Brad, take Nevada to the corral and let him pick out a horse," said Wayne, who seemed to be directing things for Oscar. Then ride out to the north pasture and meet up with Adam and me."
"Okay, but first things, first. – Nevada, let's pick where you want to sleep. The bunk room has bunks lined up like a barrack," said Brad.
Brad was a surefooted cowboy who wore his clothes on the tight side. He was average looking with a "spot-on" body, solid chest, and powerful legs. Brad was about Nevada's age, with a spring to his walk. He sported a beard, (they all had beards, or needed a shave) so of course, he was sexy.
"Where does everybody bed down," asked Nevada, looking at the long row of bunks.
"Okay, from left to right it's Oscar, Wally, and Adam. That is the door to the washroom. Then come's Eddie, an empty bunk, then me (Brad), then Wayne, another empty bunk, and finally Sergio on the end. He likes the end, so he can look out the window.
"I'll take the bunk between Wayne and Sergio," said Nevada.
"Dang, yuh, had me fooled. I thought for certain you would choose to go between Eddie and me. Yeow, Wayne is a butt fucker, but you got it cowboy, toss your gear up there. It's your spot to bed down."
Nevada didn't object to Wayne at all. He was built like a rock and Nevada liked him. Nevada saw Wayne naked coming out of the shower – yup, say no more.
Hey, you two in there, did you hear what I said," shouted Wayne getting ready to leave the bunkhouse. "Ride out to the north pasture and meet up with Adam, and me. But first get Nevada a horse."
"We got it, the horse first, than the pasture – okay, what's up today? Brad asked.
"We'll split up in two's and look for strays. Several have wandered from the herd and we have to find them before the mountain lions come around. I know we haven't seen any in a while, but Oscar wants the strays found," he concluded. Ranch hands prefer to be on horseback, herding cattle. However, they are down to earth buckaroos doing anything that needs doing. Cowboys believe in - just getter done! Wayne was determined to get the strays located, and out of the way.
Brand and Nevada, left the bunkhouse and jumped into Brad's tuck for a ride to the fenced corral about 500 ft. from the bunkhouse. "We might as well ride," said Brad, smiling at Nevada. We'll be on a mount for the rest of the day," he concluded.
Brad was super friendly, like a sibling towards Nevada. He walked close to him and stared at the way Nevada walked with a certain cowboy gate. The cheeks of his butt moved like sliding doors joining at the crack in his ass. His pants were not as tight as Brad's pants, but they didn't need be. Nevada was naturally sexy, and Brad noticed it.
When they got to the corral, Sergio was already there throwing down feed for the horses. Sergio, did all sort of work, but spent most time taking care of the horses and other animals. "hola mis hermanos, ya estoy trabajando" he sung out in Spanish.
"Sergio, try it in English," said Brad. "Beats me how you sold your ass in Venezuela speaking Spanish to foreign dudes, looking to fuck."
"Oh, I knew enough English for that," laughed Sergio. "I got here, didn't I?" he continued laughing. The boys had to admit, Sergio was a fantastic worker, and they loved him.
Sergio said, in Spanish, "good morning (hello) my brothers, I am already working," said Nevada. "I believe that is correct. I'm not Hispanic but I have a little Spanish in me, occasionally," then he laughed – that's a joke.
"I know it's a joke," Brad commented and not a good one."
Sergio was a cutie and Nevada wouldn't mind throwing a fuck into his enchilada. Nevada thought Oscar exploited Sergio, for his sweet ass. It didn't upset him, but he did think about it.
Nevada was a cowboy with striking features topped with sexy red hair. His hair color seemed to find a way into conversations. He could travel to any ranch looking for work. However, he liked being where he was, besides he loved Oscar. He hoped he was wrong about Oscar using Sergio for his ranch whore. However, it was too late for hoping.
Everybody spoke about ranch related work and how great it was working for Oscar and grandmother, Lil Parker. They had a good thing here on the Parker Ranch, and they knew it. Gay or straight, it didn't matter, things were uncomplicated.
Nevada pushed the thoughts about Oscar, to the back of his mind. He was at the corral, to look at horses. There was time for thinking later.
"Take over, Brad said to Sergio. You know more about horseflesh than anybody around here does. Find Nevada a good horse. I am going to bulldoze the manure pile before Oscar gets on my ass, for not moving it."
"C'mon, good -looking cowboy with red hair; let's go horsing around," said Sergio. He liked Nevada and the feeling was mutual. There was that "hair" comment again. One would think, they never saw a redhead before.
What sounds gay coming from cowboys, is simply the way some would talk. Some, were rough, and took notice of how tough, they should be. Nevada saw it all, doing the same thing. He could be a sissy one moment, and a rough neck cowboy the next, that you would not want to mess with.
The corral was huge and milling around were horses – lots of horses. They were broken and ready for riding, and separated from the wild breeds. This particular group was for sale, and Nevada had first choice of a horse for himself.
"Look `em over Nevada, anyone you want is yours, every cowboy that comes to live and work here, is given a horse." Said Sergio – nice butt," he added.
"Stop!" said Nevada.
"Okay, but still cool," he replied. Yup, damn nice butt."
Nevada didn't look for long. He spotted a strong, handsome energetic stallion. It was a young horse, with a lot of power. He no doubt, could run like the wind. Nevada knew what to look for, and this stallion seemed to be a good choice.
"There are some good Mustangs in there, that' a good horse", said Sergio.
"I know, they are all good horses. I suppose any will do."
"No, not just any horse, decide whatever you want," Sergio told him.
"I'm a good judge of horseflesh, the Mustangs can go for hours between food and water, and better yet, they are surefooted, a great quality to have in a ranch horse! However, I like the appaloosa stallion, Dang, that stud is a powerhouse of an animal. I would be mighty proud to claim him,
Sergio handed Nevada a lasso rope. "Go get him, cowboy, he's yours."
"You sure, he's the best looking in the lot, maybe Oscar would rather sell him."
"Nope, I am following orders. Oscar said whatever horse you choose, so fuck Oscar, (but don't tell him I said that) or he will fuck me," Sergio chatted away laughing.
"Ha ha-ha, laughed Nevada joining in on the fun, however beginning to wonder just how many wranglers, he actually fucked. The hands in the bunkhouse appeared straight as a board, with a tiny hint of lavender (here and there) in their personality. One never knows about these things. A gay person would recognize it, other folks would never notice a thing out of the way. However, time would tell.
Nevada was aware that Oscar met Sergio from Venezuela, peddling sex for money to get to Mexico. Next, Sergio is in Austin Texas, and working on the Parker ranch. "Hum, he must have something, under those baggy pants worth a plane ride. Like it or not, Nevada was used to seeing everything.
The bunkhouse boys knew about Sergio, and didn't care in the least. They did care about Oscar. He was a great boss, and they respected him. Not in the same way, that Nevada loved him, but let's not go there, just yet.
They had to meet Wayne, and there was a day's work, yet ahead of them. Life is daunting with cowboy actors. One just has to know, what they want to be. Lust, is the cowboy's highway to his dick. There is nothing hotter, than a naked cowboy.
These were thoughts going through Nevada's mind. What they had to do with work, was nothing – absolutely nothing. However, Nevada was a thinker, and sometimes he did just that, being around sexy men, - THINK!
The weeks flew by and Nevada understood the workings of the Parker Ranch. He liked every one of his bunkhouse friends. The work they accomplished in the first month was astronomical, a reason to brag a little.
Life in the bunkhouse, was as good as it gets, for a cowboy like Nevada. He slept, worked, and lived with friends. He showered either alone or with somebody else sharing the water. There was nothing gay going on, but a tremendous amount of looking, and not just by Nevada.
Adam washed Nevada's back, Brad soaped his chest (sounds gay), and Wayne hovered over him as if he were his boyfriend.
Then there was Sergio, he was special, for no particular reason. Eddie was boring and didn't fit in very well, but a hard worker.
Wally continued to cook. That left Oscar, the importin man in Nevada's life. Oscar, when horny, told Nevada to meet him at the miner's cabin where he would fuck him a couple of time in a row. The romance and affection continued. Nevada was now the property of the boss.
Life was good, and then it got better. Nevada could handle it, he had an unlimited capacity for love, – and Boy did he ever!
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