"Oscar Parker's Texas Adventure
Chapter 9
Imagine Nevada's surprise when Wayne came over to Nevada's bunk to show him the chart he was sketching at the table.
He sat on the edge of Nevada's bunk wearing only a towel, barely covering his masculine frame.
"You asleep?" he whispered to Nevada.
Nevada wasn't sleeping, but had his eyes closed, to make it look real.
"Naw, I was watching you. What are you doing?" asked Nevada.
Wayne kept his voice down since everybody else was asleep. "This is my idea for irrigation. Oscar wants something to show gram Lil, in the morning. Wanna see it," continued Wayne.
Nevada rose up with one hand firmly supporting his head, and the other hand free to hold the paper showing Wayne's `chart. There was just enough light to get a rough look without reading the fine details.
I'll hold it, you just take a gander at the way the water will come from the river," said Wayne holding the chart. He used both hands, letting his towel drop open.
Nevada used his free hand to brace himself and he placed it on Wayne's naked thigh to do it. His face was inches from Wayne's crotch and his fingers inches from his cock and balls. Can you imagine how difficult it was pretending he was interested in a dumb chart?
With his hand on Wayne's thigh, he gently rubbed it. Wayne said nothing, so he did it again. Then he used a single finger to touch the head of his cock.
"Hey!" said Wayne pretending to be startled. "We better get some sleep and stood up, with a slight wobble. He didn't seem angry, just surprised at Nevada touching his cock.
His bunk was next to Nevada, so it was merely a matter of moving over. Wayne removed the towel and stayed naked reaching for a pair of clean shorts to sleep in. He did this often and liked being in the nude. His plump cock and hefty balls, bending over, was lip-smacking shortcake. "God, grant me tomorrow!" – thought Nevada.
The next morning, the boys ate breakfast and saddled up to check the various fence lines checking for damage. The cattle were grazing in different pastures as well as goats, sheep and cows. What concerned Oscar was the fence.
Oscar was not working with them; he had business in Austin. Nevada knew that was code for the miners shack, tucked away in the canyon.
Wayne, Brad, and Nevada went one way, to the north, and Eddie, Adam and Sergio took the lower pasture route.
When it came time for a break, Nevada pretended to look at his phone with a heavy sigh. Then he put it back in his pocket.
"I have to take off, but I'll be back and catch up to you," he shouted to Wayne. Gram Lil wants me at the house. She said, "Now," so I better get moving." Nevada continued.
"Got it – okay, later," Wayne replied barely looking at him as Nevada mounted his horse and headed back towards the ranch house.
"Do you believe that," Brad asked Wayne?
"I don't know, let's follow his trail, and if it leads to Lil, we'll go back to the fence lines" suggested Wayne.
They mounted and trailed Nevada for a half mile to where he turned on to the road leading into the canyon. They stopped long enough to talk.
"He is not going to the house," said Brad.
"Yuh, he's not." - C'mon, Wayne commented. "Just be quiet, and don't get to close."
Nevada's trail led the to the old miner's cabin. It was a place they knew well, but didn't realize that Nevada was familiar with it.
In front of the cabin was Oscar's' white Chevy truck and Nevada's horse tied to a tree nearby. Somebody was moving around inside the cabin.
They tied their horses out of sight, and creeped up the side of the cabin where a window, clean enough to let in daylight, was still in one piece.
Nevada was lying naked on the old bunk, with his ankles on Oscar's shoulders. He looked terrific with his firm melon butt jacked up on a pillow. They watch Oscar rub his cock at Nevada's pink little hole twitching between two fuzzy red slapped cheeks.
Slowly, but with determination, Oscar spit in his ass, and worked his cock, (long cock) into that tiny hole. It was only seconds and he was in, fucking like a rabbit, with Nevada pushing into him. Nevada wanted it, wiggling to get all that cock, inside him.
"Fuckin hot, check the ass on Nevada – damn," cried Brad, whose dick already tented out with envy. "This shit is sweet," he mumbled, in a whisper to Wayne,
Brad made no pretense about anything. He had his cock out and jerking off watching Oscar's hairy ass going up and down plugging Nevada, a frigging hot cowboy. By watching, Brad's cock was sticky, so he wiped it with his finger, and then licked it off.
Brad`s eyes were glued to Oscar and Nevada locked together, chewing on hair, and licking flesh, that he exploded in a matter of minutes. He held back from making any noise, and shot a cum load on Wayne's boots. The left boot had a gook of white jizz.
Wayne, didn't complain instead unzipped and rolled out his fat cock and started doing the same thing. Wayne would rather fuck a hole, (any hole) than eat. He loved it. Wayne seriously wanted to watch Oscar screw Nevada. He was straight, but this turned him on.
Without hesitation, Brad grasped Wayne's pecker and stroked with a steady rhythm until gobs of white sauce poured out of him, landing on the ground. It felt good, yet crazy.
Wayne grunted dumping a load feeling relieved. He never had a man stroke his cock before, however he liked it. It was different from what he was used to. Yep he liked it.
They crept away from the window and back to their horses tied in the woods. They mounted, and rode back to the field where their gear and tools for fixing the fence, lay in a neat pile on the ground. They didn't talk much about Oscar and Nevada, but did later.
Wayne cared about the wranglers, cattle, and doing everything right. However, poking a tight accepting hole was so powerful; he now wanted to push out his own massive load into a cowboy.
Wayne and Brad knew their cocks were controlling their horny minds. Just the same, nobody in the bunkhouse would ever hear about Nevada and Oscar, from them. They followed, Gene Autry's rule - "A cowboy never breaks his Word, or trust, confided in him."
The routine at the bunkhouse continued pretty much the same. Oh, there were minor things popping up now and then, but nothing pertaining to sex. Sex, (pussy sex) was something the men talked about when going to Austin for a night on the town during their free time. Wayne was a big advocate for whore searching; however, he didn't talk as he once did about pussy. No one noticed, except Brad.
The two of them, (Wayne and Brad) were lying on their bunk resting. It was Sunday and gram Lil dragged the other wranglers, including Jenny and Oscar, off to church. Nevada was brushing his horse, THUNDER, the appaloosa, tied up at the hitching rail.
Brad could see him outside working with Thunder, from the bunkhouse window. "Look at that fucker out there strutting his tight pussy ass, just look at him? Brad said to Wayne, resting on his bunk as usual, when not working.
"What about him?" Wayne asked.
"He's eye catching, that's what about him," replied Brad, with talk, he never said before.
"What are you now – a homo?" asked Wayne.
"No, I'm not a homo, I'm just saying that Nevada has a great ass, and we know what he does with it, – I mean how he uses it."
"He's not about to let you have it. But, I would fuck him too. It doesn't matter to me, a hole is a hole," replied Wayne obviously bragging. He liked Nevada a lot more than he let on, and not for his ass entirely, although it was a huge factor.
The door to the bunkhouse opened and in came Nevada. He finished brushing Thunder and put him out to pasture with the other horses.
"What's happening men?" Nevada asked cheerfully moving and smiling. "Quiet here with everybody at church.'
He went over and stretched out on his bunk, next to where Wayne was resting. The bunk on the other side belonged to Sergio, but he was in Austin at church.
Brad flopped on top of Sergio's bunk, and now the three of them were lying in a row, with Nevada in the middle bunk. Staring at the ceiling, they began talking.
"Sometime I wonder if a cowboy is doing more than one job," said Brad, looking at Nevada. Yeah, sometimes one just has to wonder."
"What do you mean; we all do more than one job around here. We are ranch hands, cowboys, wranglers," said Nevada.
"There are jobs; you know, volunteer stuff that a cowboy can do for another cowboy,"
"I don't follow." Nevada replied seriously interested in what Brad was trying to say.
Chapter 10 to follow.
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