"Stagecoach to Laramie"
Part 14
The store was doing a whooping business. Farmers and ranchers rode to Laramie, to shop at Rocker's Country Store. The weekends were busy with farmers taking a break from herding and farming. The women looking for buttons, needles, and thread, straggled in and out chatting with Sarah, and always buying something. Sarah liked being in the store except for when rough cowboys, frightened her breaking things.
Hernan, Jake's pa, was in town, waiting for a train to arrive at the station. Lucy was going to Denver, by train, to spend a few days with her mother. Of course, Herman was also going to Denver.
"We will be at the train station," said Lucy. "Your pa said you would take care of things, on the farm, while we are gone."
That was true. Herman, asked Jake to stay at the farm for a few days and look after the property, hired hands, and livestock.
"Yup, have a good time; it's under control. Nobody knows the farm better than the way I know it, that's for sure," Jake remarked, speaking clearly, appearing happy they were leaving.
"I'll stay there too," added Slater. The store will never miss us for a few days. "Whew, I hate dealing with old ladies over a spool of thread. Sarah likes doing that.
At the station, they sat in wooden chairs outside on the platform with other passengers. The train was due in about a half hour.
A welcome surprise happened when two chairs pulled up next to them. It was Sonny and Joe. Sarah told everybody, so they came to the station also.
"Dang blasted, this is good. I have all my boys here." Herman remarked. He missed not having Sonny and Jake on the farm. It was the three of them for so long, until Herman got married. Lucy, definitely a new comer, smiled with a schoolteacher's grin. She understood so little, about farming and cowboys. A sweet woman, and a good cook, was good enough.
The train boarded a few passengers, at the Laramie stop including Herman and Lucy. A few all clear shakes of the lantern and with a loud "ALL AOARD," from the conductor, they were on their way. Lucy gave a dinky wave, from a window and they were gone.
Instead of leaving the platform, they moved the chairs closer together, and sat back down. These wranglers were an unusual brand of cowboy, and evident they enjoyed looking at each other. Some cowboys held a mythical importance because they were legendary men of the west, and because they were homo. Here at the Laramie train station, sat four of them.
They relaxed, feeling an afterglow of being together. Some things, they were always careful saying, however, today was different, today, being in the same boat, the talking went wild.
Sonny a slight individual glowed with a regional difference due to his Comanche upbringing. The wiry bloom of youth complimented his age, turning twenty any day now. He was a young cowboy in tight jeans, with a rugged face, and loaded with mysterious sex appeal.
Slater was the basic cowboy wearing a wide-brimmed hat, an ordinary shirt. He was spiffy with a new pocket watch, from the local mercantile. Nothing strange there, his pa owned the store. Sandy brown locks of hair curled around his ears partially covered by a white hat. He wore it pulled down over his forehead, allowing his green eyes to shine like cat eyes.
Jake handsome enough to be a saloon whore, but rugged enough to be a bandit, slipped his body into cotton trousers covered halfway with leather chaps. He wore distinct leather boots, and an oversized handkerchief tied around his necks. His full head of dark hair, topped with a black cowboy hat, was something to envy.
Joe's duds were an essential part of his day. He was a man wearing britches, saddle seat jeans bought in a second-hand store. Joe's handkerchief was made of silk, while all others wore cotton. He had the face and body of the genuine man in the group. He was older with unshaven face, and rock hard body. Joey was the real thing and Sonny knew it.
Jake sat with his legs wide open, (no surprise there.) He had the biggest pecker in the bunch, making him wholly popular. It was not fair.
Jake smiled at Slater letting his eyes absorb the outline of his crotch. He had been there many times, and every taste, was the best time. He insisted they were merely practice runs. Slater also had the best butt for poking, and that needed no practice.
Jake had always been Sonny's favorite, because his cock never stopped working. Nevertheless, things changed and Sonny wanted Joe. He was going to be his pa, and it was just a matter of time.
Joey unbuttoned his top pants button, he was not wearing underwear, and the fur on his crotch was practically in view. Under that bush, they all knew hung yummy balls with a matching pecker. Gaud, Joe was a man's man, different from the others, and it fired up all of them.
Sonny was tempted to put his hand in Joe's crotch. He wanted that snack and made no secret about it. Sonny had become the greediest cowboy and loved being a ranch whore. He blamed it on his youth and inexperience. It wasn't true, but sounded good.
There was something substantial about every one of them. The pure truth is lust. They made the most out of every opportunity. Fucking or taking a brother's load, was as common as, flapjack and coffee for breakfast.
"What do you think?" Slater asked Jake.
"I think we better hanker out of here before I flood my crotch."
"If I look at Slater any longer, he may get poked right here." Joey mumbled to whoever was listening. He had a way with words, but not the greatest. It didn't matter, rules went out the window, and they said what felt good to them.
Slater did have the best looking butt in Laramie. At least, it appeared that way, even with many cowboys walking around town. It could have been Slater's clothes, leaving very little to imagine. Getting your pecker into Slater was like sliding into warm apple pie. He was juicy wet and warm.
They all stood at the same time putting the chairs back in place.
"We are going to the farm," said Jake. "No one will know the difference a hundred years from now; however, today is today, and we have wrangler stuff to do."
They all thought the same way. The four of them perked up travelling on the same wavelength.
Sonny brought around everybody's horse to the station platform. Going to the farm, for him, was going home. He grew up on the farm and it was his bluebird of paradise. He liked being in Laramie because Joe was there, and he could be near him. Ah, but the farm was the greatest.
Sonny almost a brother to Jake, grew up in the same household. It became even better once they started having sex together. There was so much of everything; it boggled his mind, so he did what was easy. He would take off his clothes and lay back.
Slater was fired up and anxious to get moving He had been eyeing Joey's crotch , so reading Slater's mind was no chore what so ever. The others knew it, and nobody cared.
They mounted, looked at one another, and started to move... The last thing said, was Jake yelling, – "LET'S RIDE."
The short three-mile ride out of Laramie seemed quicker, because they rode pretending to be bandits, dodging the sheriff of Yellowstone. It seemed like a game, getting them to move faster. Plain and simple, leaving the train depot behind, and out to the farm, was paramount.
They tied their horses to the hitching rail in front of the house. All except Jake, he rode directly to the barn to check on the ranch hands. They were not there, which meant they were herding cattle on the range, and that was good.
Jake put his horse in the barn and walked back to the house. Everybody settled in and the house became quiet. Too quiet, meaning the boys must be resting.
"Who's hungry?" cried out Sonny standing by the kitchen doorway. He was back in his element, fussing around in the family kitchen, that he loved so well.
Slater licked his lips and Joey stared with a silly grin aimed right at Sonny's crotch.
"NO, not that hunger. I`m going to fry up a mess of bacon, and a pan of eggs." Sonny remarked, already wearing a kitchen apron. He loved cooking, and this kitchen was where he learned his trade.
When Sonny turned around Jake was behind him, causing him to jump a little. Sonny would scare quickly when surprised, and Jake had a surprise for him.
He took Sonny in his arms, they began caressing, and making tender movement until Jake had Sonny bent over the family kitchen table located in the center of the room.
"Awe, baby brother, how I miss this," whispered Jake, working frantically getting Sonny' pants unbuttoned and his own cock growing and moaning to go deep hole plunging. The two of them were naked in seconds, kissing and licking like vultures checking out road kill. They wanted what they wanted and the memories of yesteryear were building their passion to a starting line.
Jake stuck his tongue into Sonny's mouth devouring his face. They were pigs on a mission, which lasted for only seconds.
Sonny went down on Jake choking on his big hog, while Jake worked his fingers into Sonny' sweet tender hole. A whole lot of naughty was in play.
Jake who existed to fuck, was searching to drive several inches of warm meat into Sonny's smooth boyish body. Awe, little brother, I'm gonna tear up that ass.
"I can take it, `nasty' is my middle name. I'll ride that pecker like Colorado rapids; just leave enough flesh for Joey. He is my pa now, and my hole is where he dumps his load."
Sonny sprawled back, lying on the table, while Jake stood on the floor upright drilling the life out of him. Sonny kept smiling, fucking back, gaud, the little slut loved every minute of this.
Jake fucked him out of control, something he could not help doing. He was so excited being inside his Comanche half-brother, all he wanted to do was, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Jake, still inside Sonny, felt a hand on the cheek of his ass followed by a finger inserted into his hole. The finger followed by a tongue. Joey was behind Jake licking his butt and spitting between his cheeks. His cheeks were wet with saliva and Joey kept munching away drilling for something, it surly seemed that way.
Seconds later, Joey had his cock inside Jake, fucking him standing up and the western orgy of Laramie had begun.
Missing was Slater, but not really. No way would Slater be left out of any of this. He kneeled on the table with his balls hanging in Sonny' face getting his cock eaten. It was awkward, but amazingly clever how all of this was happening at the same time.
Jake was fucking Sonny, Joey's pecker was deep inside Jake, and Slater was leaning over Sonny' face getting a blowjob.
"Jake - don't shoot a load into Sonny," mumbled Slater."
"What do you want me to do with it? I'm about to pop off any minute. This is so hot, I understand Joe wanting to adopt him." Jake was barely able to say anything more.
Slater replied very little, he simply ran his tongue over his lips and opened his mouth. Jake knew instantly what Slater wanted. He pulled out of Sonny's butt and directed his juicy meat towards Slater's face.
Slater, the most refined, well dressed, and proper cowboy, became a champion pig in a matter of seconds. He not only swallowed Jake's cum, he licked clean Jake's cock covered with butt juice. What secrets lie in the souls of men, one never knows, until one looks? It was simple, Slater was in love with Jake. Whatever Jake had – Slater wanted it.
Slater next climbed on top of Sonny, taking Jake's place. He was wet and sloppy by now so Slater sailed into a warm hole becoming more savage by each passing minute.
"My mouth – mouth, mumbled Sonny, knowing that Slater's wet balls were about to erupt, and he wanted it. Today he was their – "cum-whore."
Slater, packed with cock juice, gave it all to Sonny. He didn't complain and got it down. Sonny stayed sprawled on the table, with cum on his face. Joe straddled him, lifted his shoulders, and kissed him.
"Hey there, baby boy, did you save some butt hole for your pa," he spoke sweetly while holding Sonny in his arms. It was evident he cared completely for this young wrangler.
"Oh Pa- Sonny moaned, I love you." This being the first time Sonny ever spoked that way, however, he meant it. He wanted to be with him. Joey was his pa, perhaps only in his head, but still Pa, as far as his heart was concern.
Joe, strong as a bull, took Sonny from the table and into the bedroom. They lay on the bed together.
Sonny crunched down taking Joey's pecker into his warm mouth. He loved sucking Joe as much as he loved getting fucked by him. He already had swallowed cum, from Slater. Now he wanted Joey's load. He missed swallowing Jake, because Slater got it. Everything seems wicked, but since they had no rules, they never thought about it, they just did it.
Joey and Sonny both unloaded at the same time. It was a holy mess on Joe's chest. They laughed about it, and Slater kissed both of them. Jake cleaned them off with a towel. It was truly their best of times.
Jake's romantic feelings aimed towards Slater. At one time, they wanted each other for lust, and there was plenty of that. For them, it was a forbidden game in the forbidden times of American history.
Sonny brought some ham from the smoke house and prepared a luscious dinner for the four of them. They ate, drank wine, and laughed together as genuine brothers in a real family. They didn't realize at the time, this would be their lone orgy.
Sonny and Joe returned to Laramie that night. Lena's café was open and Sonny had to work.
Slater stayed the night with Jake. They slept together pushed up close feeling the warmth of their bodies. It was childish thinking, but they felt safe, and they were in love. Slater returned to Laramie, the following morning.
Five days later Herman and Lucy were back on the farm, and Jake went back to work at the store. He hated store work, he was a man built to herd cattle, slop hogs, and ride horses. However, he stayed where Slater stayed. He loved him that much.
Joseph arranged with Judge Bergeron adoption papers. With the stroke of a pen, Sonny had his own Pa. It was father and son on the surface, however, they were lovers, and Sonny served as Joey's pretend wife behind closed doors. He did everything he could for Joe. They lived for today and a hundred years from now, was a fantasy.
After the adoption, Joseph and Sonny left Laramie to live in Denver. That was the last Jake or Slater heard from their half-breed brother.
Jake lived permanently with Slater passing themselves off as family at the General Store. Johnathan and Sarah, Slater's parents, knew the affection between the two men was genuine. It never made a heap of difference. They were family.
Often Jake and Slater would talk about that first Stagecoach Ride to Laramie, where Slater stared at Jake's bulge, and Jake stared at Slater's fine trimmed butt.
It was not what one calls, "A match made in heaven." However, it worked in Wyoming. Based on sex and personality, it got easier all the time. Their relationship was warm and tight, and they worked diligently keeping a rugged cowboy persona for the town folks. For themselves, they had each other; nothing else mattered.
"There definitely are rough times, but never give up." Jake remembered his own ma saying, before she died. "Sometimes you need to look closely at the dark moments, they often surprise you," she added. Jake realized she was preparing him for the future.
As for Sarah, she loved her son Slater, and Slater loved Jake. They never fooled her, she knew. - Mothers always know!
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