"Stagecoach to Laramie"
Part 11
Jake reminded everybody he had sex with Joey, a couple of days ago. It was not terrific, or anything awesome, it was simple sex, and something they believed in deeply. No need to explain, they were gay cowboys.
Three gay men on a raff set adrift in a sea of straight people pretty much describes it. They had each other for honesty, sex, and protection. They were tramps in private, and it felt good to them. It was apparent that some things began to change and they needed to adjust. Jake always shared any news about the farm with Slater and Sonny.
"I'm not making a political speech; I am stating the obvious," stammered Jake, surprised that his father, Herman, and Lucy Jane Clark were getting married. Jake was saying that Lucy was leaving her position as a schoolteacher in Laramie as soon as her replacement arrived from St. Louis.
On the way, in the Stagecoach to Laramie was a schoolteacher named Kenneth Filner. Ken, a male instructor, was Lucy's replacement. Jake agreed to meet the stage and bring Mr. Filner, to the Sunrise Hotel a welcoming committee was awaiting dinner, with three silly speeches.
"All out – we are here folks, station stop – LARAMIE.
There were five passengers; one by one, they stepped slowly from the coach a little worn for wear. An overweight woman wearing a pink flowered dress was complaining about lack of comfort. By her appearance, it looked as if she had already been chugging down a few whisky shots. A hum dinger bitch, in floral attire, making folks miserable, was travelling west to California.
Behind her, tall clean cut gentlemen came next. Jake surmised he was a gentleman from his appearance. Although, a first impression is nothing, he seemed to be friendly.
"Excuse me, sir, but are you Mr. Filner from St. Louis?" asked Jake about ready to shake hands. He seemed to be in his thirties.
"That I be," he responded.
"I'm Jake, my pa is marring the school teacher, Lucy Clark, so folks will be sending their youngins to you." remarked Jake, helping Ken with his suitcase and a box of books.
"I know Lucy, from Denver. We are originally from back east – sorta green settlers, you know." Ken replied smiling. He had a tasty smile. Jake imagined how he would look Naked. Certain thoughts never drifted too far from a bulge. Jake, working with an inquisitive mind, thought Mr. Filner was fine, mighty fine.
"I'll get you checked in at the hotel, and then supper is on the good citizens of Laramie. Well actually it's on Lucy and my pa." giggled Jake, now feeling comfortable with him.
At the hotel, Jake helped Ken to his room with the box of books. He plunked himself down in a chair by the window, to wait.
"Just give me a minute," Ken remarked. I want to clean up a bit after that dusty ride. He peeled off his shirt and washed his face and neck in a pan of warm water. His chest coated with curly soft blond hair disappeared below his belt. Whoo, that could be a meal in waiting, however Jake only looked.
Jake tried not to stare, nevertheless, he managed a healthy glance, hoping the pants would come off next, but they didn't. So much for the finer qualities, nothing comes easy.
Ken put on a clean shirt, ran his fingers through his hair, then brushed his hat. "All set, lead the way, Master Jake." He remarked flashing that sexy smile.
As they walked towards the hotel, Jake asked, "Are you married Ken?"
"Nope, just engaged; the little woman is in St. Louis. Are you married?" he asked Jake.
"Every time, I take my pants off," Jake replied chuckling.
"Whoa, you gotta be a cowboy in demand. I'm not surprised, you are a handsome dude. You don't see that very often."
"See what?"
"I'm talking about a good looking cowboy, who is hot and in demand. That is all I'm saying." He replied.
"Jake, thinking he better change the subject, just smiled. He was becoming aroused. It didn't take much to set him off, willing to do God's work bringing comfort to his fellow man
It is a bit uncertain how things would be after Herman and Lucy were married. Unlike most brides, Lucy was older, as was Hernan, so a lot of fuss and celebration, didn't set well with them. They only wished to get married, keeping everything low key, and move out to the farm, – and so they did.
Several days later, they, along with Sarah and Johnathan Rocker, owners of the mercantile, went by stagecoach to Cheyenne to get married. Slater kept the store open and Jake stayed in town to work (and sleep) with him.
Three days later, the stage rolled back into Laramie, with a new bride and a permanent house resident. Sonny liked Lucy but wondered how they would get along together in the kitchen. The first couple of days everything went well, by the third day, Sonny was chased out of the kitchen (playfully) thus turning the cooking over to Lucy.
Lucy did the housekeeping, changing furniture around, hanging curtains, and telling the boys what clothes to wear. She was sincere trying to be a mom to grown men. They (Jake and Sonny) didn't like it, but said nothing. Herman was happy, because they were a matched pair. It was all for the best.
Lena's Café, one of the few eating-places in town, was on the brink of closing. At one time, the café was a brothel called "The Red Cozy Inn" with whisky served downstairs and poking pussy in the bedrooms upstairs. That was long in the past, and only a few town folk even remember it. For the last eighteen plus years, it was a café serving meals.
The owner, Lena Smith, (a most common name) was a lesbian, who kept to herself and lived upstairs over the restaurant. Although Lena could cook, she hated it. She much preferred to mingle with customers. The current cook, a wrangler named Mickey, got the job one day when passing through town.
Mickey' cooking was never that great, and continually got worse. Mickey decided to move on leaving Lena with nobody in the kitchen. A huge sign hung in the front window, temporarily closed, "COOK WANTED." It hung there day after day with no takers.
Joey stayed at the rented room in the boarding house, but didn't care for it. The room was nice, but there were rules for everything, and Joe hated that.
He asked Lena to rent him space over the restaurant, which she did. They had become friends, strictly platonic, acting like sister and brother. They stayed upstairs, with separate rooms, and ate meals downstairs. At least they were making use of the kitchen.
Time was fleeing and Lena, concerned that the restaurant may never reopen, stopped talking about it.
Sonny came to town to get supplies. Lucy had given him a list. It was a wonderful way to see Joe, whom he thought about constantly. Sonny left the supply list with Slater at the store, saying he would be back in about an hour.
"Wait a minute," said Slater. He gave Sonny a hug, since nobody was there, he held him longer than the usual hug. Cowboys didn't hug, but this cowboy did. They never topped being a team.
The store was quiet and Slater gave Sonny a look that meant only one thing, when his hand touched his crotch, Sonny caught on immediately.
"Geese, I can't Slate, somebody might come."
"We can go into the store room and I'll leave the door open a crack, so I can watch the store. I want to chuck a load. Just get on your knees and take me, it won't take long. My balls are full."
"Okay, let's do it, we better not get caught," said Sonny.
Slater peeked through the crack in the door while Sonny on his knees put his lips around Slater's warm throbbing pecker. Jake may have had the biggest cock, but Slater had the finest body, however, there was no time for body worship. Sonny had only moments to suck and feed himself a milky load. Slater was not kidding, he came in no time, pushing it out, and then watching Sonny gobble all of it.
"Here, take a peppermint candy stick, you smell like cum," Slater remarked smiling, as Sonny left, with a customer coming into the store.
Back outside, he felt good. It had been awhile since Sonny had been in Laramie; and learned that Joey was staying upstairs over Lena's café.
He walked in the dry clean air, licking on the peppermint stick, but really wanting a swig of water, which he found at the town's water well close to the store. He rinsed his mouth and back to being fresh smelling again.
Slater gave a short wave from the store window and Sonny waved back. He adjusted his hat, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, smiled with a goofy grin, and walked away.
The street was no longer quiet; it was bustling with people, gathered in front of the stage depot. It was routine, since the morning stage was coming into Laramie, bringing the mail causing a certain amount of excitement.
As he passed the newspaper office, he looked through the dirty glass window. There were tables, desks and a large printing press. The room looked empty; however, he spotted somebody walking back and forth. It was not Joseph.
"Good morning, Sir, what can I do for you today?" asked an older gentleman obviously the owner.
"I came to Laramie and didn't get a newspaper this morning. Are there any left?" asked Sonny.
"Joseph, my assistant, already passed them around town; you can find him at Lena's Café. He may still have one."
"Thank you, I'll do that." Sonny headed straight to the café, he knew what he was doing. He cared about Joe, not giving a hang about a silly ole newspaper.
It was a good way to make the son of rang-tail Comanche Indian a hero. Years ago, Sonny failed, with a boyfriend. Now, the time to be that hero was today.
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