"Oscar Parker's Texas Adventure
Chapter 8
Nevada divided various jobs with the bunkhouse boys; a name he was now calling them He was partners with all of them, to a cowboy, a partner, is somebody you work and hang out with.
Wally had given Wayne, Brad, and Sergio a bottle of beer. Nevada was drinking water. However, he forgot Eddie who was in the washroom at the time. Eddie rested on his bunk, surprising Nevada, when he yelled. - "Who do you have to fuck around here, to get a beer?"
It was unlike Eddie to yell out anything at all. He was quiet and boring for the most part. Nevada thought he was shy and not interested in fucking anything. Perhaps, he was trying to sound macho to impress Sergio. No one cared one way or the other.
"Ha ha-ha, cried out Sergio, - Keep your pant on – or off, - ha, I'll get it for you," and he did, placing the beer in Eddie's hand.
Sergio was Nevada's' favorite wrangler, along with Wayne, Brad, Adam, Hell, he liked them all. It was pure fantasy, since Nevada believed Oscar was the man to be with, or was he?"
"Work around here has perked up, since you came to be with us," said Wayne.
"Yeah, I think so too," agreed Brad, joining the conversation. "Gotta admit, Nevada, you're a hell of a worker, and we have fun out there on the range. All the boys think so; it is not just me, with that opinion.
"And me," added Wayne. Things have moved well, with you being here," he added."
Personalities often blend when people, especially cowpokes, feel close to one another. They liked being around Nevada.
Sergio said, "Nevada has magic in his golden hair." Brad corrected him by saying, - "Not golden, you jackass, - it's RED."
Sometimes they acted like the "Golden Girls" and called for a group hug, and this was one of those times. Only, it was not a "hug" per say, it was merely a slap on the back.
Not to be outdone, Wally began yelling, "Come and get it." They all set down to supper, just as the door popped open and in walked Oscar. He pulled up a chair between Nevada and Brad, plunked himself down, and cried out – "Howdy boys."
That evening the cowboys watched TV, played poker and stretched out on their bunks resting their tired frames. They worked hard and being tired is a common occurrence after a good meal. Wayne took his nightly shower and Nevada wished he were there with him.
Wayne's body was hunky as sin to see naked. Nevada was careful where his eyes landed, but getting wackier by the minute. A good thing, nobody knew his thoughts.
Oscars paid no attention to anyone, except Brad and Nevada. Obviously, he had his favorites. Adam wasn't his type, neither was Wally, but he did like Sergio.
Wayne was truly a catch, but too old for Oscar's taste. Nevada thought he was pastrami on rye. Gosh darn, he was a woman chaser too – "gosh darn."
The three of them, Oscar, Brad, and Nevada, played poker for small change. When Brad went to get three drinks, Oscar said to Nevada, "Meet me at the cabin, when the boys take a break tomorrow and text me."
"How can I do that, you know Wayne will ask where I am headed?"
"Simple, you got a text message – say gram wants to see you, and you will be back in a little while. Wayne never questions anything – that is my job," grumbled Oscar.
"But,"- began Nevada...
"No fuckin, "BUT," Just be there, I need you for something very importin."
"Okay, you're the boss," Nevada moaned.
What should have been exciting words for Nevada to hear, didn't seem so pleasant. For the past month, at the cabin, they carried on like cave men. It was exciting, and still good, however Nevada was always Oscar's slut.
They had an understanding. Oscar was the Forman, the boss in charge, and Nevada was a cowpoke just like the others. It had to be that way, in order to run a smooth and profitable operation. The ranch was everything to everybody and Oscar believed putting it first, was more than his job, it was his duty.
The quirky thing, in this entire mess, never considered men falling in love with each other. However, was it actually love, or was it Oscar's lust for the young sexy Nevada?
Perhaps, it didn't matter, Nevada wanted sex, and Oscar was a catch, for sure. His thighs were great, solid with muscle and just enough black hair for nibbling. No road map was necessary for where Nevada's face needed to be, on Oscar's junk.
The last time together, three days ago, Nevada went down munching on those muscular thighs around the back locating the intended dinner plate, called Oscar's hot ass. His butt, warm like a pork roast, was scattered with soft ass hair. The excitement forced Nevada to work his fingers into the crevice of the off limits, cheeks.
Oscar's hairy ass was tight like double gates to a Fort. Pulling them apart was nearly impossible until Oscar relaxed to open up. Nevada's face was drawn like a magnet to the valley of the `crazies,' and began licking and darting hungrily, eating Oscar' ready-made hole.
Oscar was no longer a challenge, for him, he was finally there.
Nevada held Oscar's hips and pasted his bearded face against those hard cheeks, so Oscar could not slip away. His asshole quivered, (yes, it did) becoming looser, making everything even hotter. Oscar switched from his bleak "all business" behavior, to real pleading like a wimp.
"Ohh, tongue fuck me," Oscar groaned a plea that gays hear many times. Nevada in love, did just that, and did it well. He wanted to fuck the boss; sinking his red haired cannon cock deep inside that dark hole, however, it didn't happen, perhaps next time.
Hearing this, one might say – Hurrah, you lucky bastard getting Oscar with a big pecker." It was true, Nevada was lucky however, Oscar was fortunate to have the near perfect Nevada, at his beck and call, by saying three little words – "I love you." It sounds tricky, but worked.
That evening, Adam went to bed early, as did Eddie. Wally cleaned up the supper plates and Sergio helped him.
Oscar slept on top of the blankets on his bunk. Nevada sleeping on the other side of the room could no longer chat with Oscar.
The last to retire, was Wayne, who sat doing paperwork. He scribbled for an hour drawing a chart for irrigation water to flood a pasture, for growing fruit and vegetables.
Nevada, watching Wayne, curled on his side, in his bunk. With only a towel wrapped around his freshly showered body; gaud, did he look good.
Talk about the best way to live. Nevada could easily become unhinged thinking dirty thoughts; he was quite good at that.
Mother Nature allowed madcap warmth, exposing Wayne's crotch, Being an infatuated, slut in training, Nevada inhaled his soiled underwear, when Wayne was taking a shower, great piss stains - "What a man!" - "Whew!"
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The story this far has been mild, laying the groundwork for the meaty moments yet to come. The chapters, 9 through 12, tell a diverse story. It is sexual, naughty, and arousing.