"Stagecoach to Laramie"
Part 13
Several days later, Jake was helping at "Rocker's Country Store." Slater and his Pa Johnathan, both thought Jake would be loading burlap bags with field crop seeds, and domestic goods, such as flour and sugar. The first couple of days, Slater and Jake did that for a few hours a day.
The railroad now had a route that went through Laramie. It was mostly freight cars with one passenger coach. Heavy goods such as lumber arrived by train, and it was Slater and Jake who unloaded the lumber, and then got it back to the store.
There was work continually needed doing, and the boys labored well together. They were inseparable, together like twins. They worked together, ate meals with one another, and rode horses like a set of wranglers.
The room where Slater and Jake slept was large. Sarah had double bunk cots (beds) moved in when Jake came to bunk with Slater.
Nobody was aware of them seizing hot luscious sex when alone. They were body worshippers when they kneeled naked next to one another. Slater's body was beyond impressive. He always loved himself, but that changed. He loved Jake and wanted Jake to love him. It didn't take any coaching and Jake fucked him every chance he got. He adored Slater's lovable cheeky ass and hot little hole always willing to accept a cock pasting his inners with sticky white ranch sauce. Jake's idea of love was forever sex, and still was.
Jake possessed the good looks of a present day male model. There is no doubt about it, a complete man whore. There isn't anything sexual clean or dirty, that Jake wouldn't try. Nasty cowboys often turned him on.
When Slater took a piss, in a bedroom pot, he got a pee drop on his hand, and Jake licked it off. Nobody asked him to, he handed Slater a tissue, (handkerchief) but instead licked it dry. He also sucked his finger, as if giving a blowjob.
"Remember when you did that to me, when I pissed on a wood pile," said Jake? He was thinking back to when they first became friends.
"I do remember that. You are a cowboy's yum-yum tree, and I wanted to return the favor. What is a little pee lick between two sluts? Next time, partner, I will piss on my hand, and you can stick your tongue on it. Maybe you want to lap that up," Slater said, purely joking and waiting for Jake to complain, but he didn't."
"Let me think about it, were the only words Jake said. Then he replied. "I thought about it, sure, wanna do it now?"
"No," was Slaters short reply, "gaud, you're a pig."
"I didn't think so. You got hog-tied on that one, you know I was only joking," chuckled Jake. "I know when a whore's about to ring a bell."
They began tussling back and forth, grabbing a kiss every so often. Like children, they pushed softly as not to arouse Sarah, to where she would knock on the door. She never did, however, roughhousing in the rooms, were shunned, even in the wild-wild west. Saloon fights were different. "It's the DRINK," causing the need to fight.
They played, caressing with hands going everywhere. There was always some touch, or jester that felt good to them; hardly anything original, and nothing they had not tried before. That is the gosh darn truth, and so refreshing, for Slater aware that Jake preferred his hot butt as a place to bury his blue ribbon pecker.
It had been a lengthy day, as was every day. It seemed that work never stopped because it never did. "Work, work, work" - Slater would mumble laboring with job duties. He would stretch his delicious body seeking admiration from Jake. He could sense lust in Jakes eyes, and watch the moving cock nestled between his legs. That meant that Jake wanted to fuck him. *******
Mornings came early in Laramie. First light meant getting up to the smell of coffee and bacon. There was no such thing as a "new day." They were simply more of the same. Still, they were cowboys and missed putting their butts on a saddle, riding the range. It was so much better than store work. They didn't say that to anybody, they just thought about it.
"I smell breakfast," moaned Slater lying in bed next to Jake.
"I don't think it's bacon you're sniffing, it smells more like underwear."
"Want too" – I mean do we have time for something quick?" asked Slater.
"Later!"
"Gotcha," growled Slater pulling on his pants and boots. "Now, I have to wait in line for a pecker poke," he mumbled, heading off to the washroom, while Jake got dressed.
After breakfast Slater hooked up the freight wagon for a delivery of flour, sugar, coffee, and canned peaches, packed in a wooden shipping crate, to Lena' Cafe. Sonny baked bread daily, and used a lot of flour.
The burlap bags of flour and sugar were heavy; however, Jake drove the freight wagon and Slater did most of the unloading. Jake took his sweet time watching Slater work. He would throw the sacks on his shoulder, the muscles in his arms bulged, his clothing stretched tightly, and the crack of his yummy cheeks, became firm over his fleshy butt. Lordy, what a site; the dude was purely a natural stud.
They stopped the freight wagon behind the café, by a shed, the spot for piling the flower sacks. Slater liked delivering, Sonny and Joey were staying at the Café, however, nobody was around.
"Where's Sonny? Jake inquired, as Slater carried the last sack into the shed.
"Beats me, let's find him I miss his mouth," said Slater."
"I miss everything, he is part of us, and Joey is fucking him.
"Sure would feel good for a team romp. Of course I would be throwing a fuck into everybody."
"Jackass, we would be throwing a fuck into you, you're the tramp."
"Awe nice compliment, I could kiss you brother," exclaimed Slater putting his arm around Jake laughing. They were calm teasing each other all the time. However, they were banging loud man-whores, when it came to sex.
They went inside, through a back door and nobody was there. Lena was gone, and Sonny and Joe were not in the café.
"C'mon," said Slater. "I have seen this picture before, let' go upstairs."
"You mean, when the place is empty?"
"Yup, I know when Sonny and Joey are pecker joined. I can sniff them out.
Three taps, on the upstairs door and nothing. Suddenly the talking on the other side of the door stopped, all was quiet.
"Well, so much for that," said Slater. "Sonny is quiet, and Joey is keeping him from moving. They must expect Lena any time now.
"Sounds about right," replied Jake.
Slater and Jake no sooner left by the side entrance, when Lena and Sally came in through the front. Lena and Sally became friends, and friendship had its advantages.
So much for that. On the way back to the store, Jake talked constantly. He rambled on about sex (what else), and Slater remembered when they had Sonny to themselves. They were a clandestine fuck team of horny cowboys, finding a half-breed young man with a starving need for homo sex, and lots of it.
Things were different now, and not because of Joe. They no longer were on the farm; but instead living in two separate locations in town. That is the difference. The farm, was private, in town, people were everywhere.
They also fancied Joe for sex. He was older and the gift of the week. The name Joey, he liked. There is nothing like a cowboy tall with hairy, chewable fence post legs, enticing a wet tongue to get on with it. His face was rugged with a short sandy brown beard and matching curly fur on his chest. Joe's cock looked short until he became aroused and then, - "Say hello to a sleeping giant." Salter, Jake and even Sonny used Joey for stud service.
Joey never walked away from a blowjob, having balls like a pendulum moving and working. They were hefty hanging down and bubbling with cum. Sonny certainly found him ideal, age wise, and body wise. He wanted Joe for his Pa. and longed for Pa to fuck him as long as nasty sex stayed nasty. He was willing to take orders and do whatever his hungry pa wanted from him.
"I belong to you," Sonny would say while being screwed. He liked Joey that much.
Just the same, Sonny still wanted Jake and Slater for sex. Their peckers were his nourishment. He longed to be naked sandwiched between the two of them. It never disturbed Joe since he fancied sex with Jake and Slater, as much as Sonny did. It was fun, but pathetic, how the four of them clicked so well together. They were so good at being bad.
Part 14 - concludes with an appealing curve due to the first Stagecoach ride. – (naked of course)
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