"Stagecoach to Laramie"
Part 3
In Part 2 - I wrote errors by repeating a paragraph twice, causing confusion. I am sorry about that. In parts 3, 4 and 5, I guarantee that will not happen again. Thanks for sticking with the story.
Part 3
Sonny's face appeared chiseled with sharp rich features. His eyes deeply set, colored, almost charcoal looking. His skin was smooth and tanned golden like the sun. With an etched nose, a Comanche's jaw, and an infectious smile, he displayed a diverse manhood.
Then there was Jake who was gay, yes, but had no interest in Sonny. To him, Sonny was the housekeeper and cook, not a rope wrangling cowboy like Slater was. It's odd having a nineteen year old Indian stud with a twenty six year old gay driven cowboy, and no interest existed; Yeah, sure!
Herman took trips into Laramie for business, pleasure, and lord only knows what else. He seldom mentioned where he was going, saying, "I'll be in town," often returning in the morning. He planned to be in Laramie with John and Sarah for the day. Sometimes, Slater would go along, too, but this time, he stayed on the ranch and had chores to do. Jake, of course, worked with him.
They kept ahead on the chores and happy to see Herman leave. They finished their chores since work always came first, but something in the bedroom came in second, and was a great deal better than chores. Finally, they could strip naked and go to bed together, sucking and fucking many crazy times during the week. How perfect can it be?
Jake would fuck Slater like a Jack Rabbit and then swallow load after load as fast as Slater would give it to him. He tried to spice it up as much as possible being on the bottom himself. The wilder the better, Jake wasn't fussy about "your turn – my turn," he just wanted cock.
Slater, too hot to handle, would tear into Jake, licking away piss drops, and begging for ass and cum. He wasn't shy about putting his tongue wherever it wanted to go. His body was rock hard, projecting real lust; something he was fully aware of being, a horny man. Slater not concerned, that much about pleasing anyone sexually, loved himself first, taking from sex partners what he wanted. There was plenty of bad boy stuff to get from him in return, but it was only what he felt like giving.
The house was quiet. They stripped naked and sprawled on top of Jake's bed. Whenever Herman was away, this became routine. Each time, they tried doing something different. Sonny, being in the house, was of no concern to them.
As a young child, Sonny spent hours with squaws sowing cloth and mashing herbs using a rock against stone. He would not fight as other young braves did, against settlers. The tribe believed that showing no bravery, and doing women's work, meant possessed by the Great Spirit. However, that ignorance is from the past, and things are different now.
An extraordinary event was about to happen, all due to Sonny's upbringing on the ranch. The door to the bedroom opened and then closed.
Like an offering from paradise stood Sonny completely naked, staring at Jake and Slater lying together on Jake's bed.
It took very little thinking, seeing what naked meant to him. His naked body resembled that of a young Indian brave, with flawless, smooth, golden tan skin and strong arms with hefty biceps. His chest muscles moved as he breathed in and out skimpy amounts of air. His body trembled ever so slightly revealing a need for passion.
Sonny's only words that he spoke - "I understand a thing or two, about a thing or two." He smiled silently, offering himself, something that would make anyone happy.
Nobody realized Sonny had this wild Comanche body beneath the western garb that he wore daily. However, having the genes of his father, "Running Hawk," a magnificent Indian warrior, proved differently, and he looked Comanche. Summer Cloud acquired a breed of hotness, when dressed like a cowboy. Without clothes, however, the difference was wild beef on the hoof.
His cock was intense looking, as he stood proudly without embarrassment. It looked, dark in color, long and uncut. It hung softly straight down with a moist pink penis head trying to pop from its turtleneck casing. Black fur surrounded his crotch, a scarf protecting his balls. On his head, he wore one of Jake's black cowboy hats and smiled. The hair on his head was a course black color, tucked around his ears. He remained quiet watching Jake and Slater completely caught off guard by his presence.
Jake saw globes of glossy virgin flesh with a luscious butt crack, as Sonny turned around and then stood with his arm folded, legs spread like a warrior.
Slater motioned for him to come closer.
It began as a soft whisper with Sonny wedged between them becoming overwhelmed simply by touching Jake and Slater. Slater bent him over and shoved his face between those pancakes ass cheeks, planting his tongue where nothing had gone before. Sonny opened his eyes wildly at having his hole licked. No brave in any tribe would think of doing that. It was a strange feeling but wonderful.
Jake put his cheek next to Sonny's cheek, meaning "brother" in Comanche. Jake kissed him on the lips. Slater followed immediately kissing him also on the lips. Lip kissing was shocking, however, Sonny was learning homo togetherness quickly, and he liked it. They were three men on a mission. Cutesy time was over. Instead of talking, they chose sex. No one was in love with anybody; they were simply horny.
There is always more to everything, and Jake never thought about Sonny sexually before seeing him naked. Imagine being so happy, or was it, so lucky? He hungered to have him, although it was Slater, he worshipped without stopping. Nevertheless, he wanted both of them for sex.
Thoughts rambled through Jakes head and Slater's too. Sonny came into the bedroom naked, however, he would be leaving drained of cum, and dripping from his hole. This was definitely on Jake's agenda.
They were off to a roaring start filled with behavior you can interpret any way you want. It was one for the history books, if they dare print it.
Sonny fancied having flesh with sweaty balls, for company. Although he lacked experience competing with Slater and Jake, sex mattered to him, at this particular moment.
Having Sonny between Jake and Slater, felt normal to them. At his sexual peek, nineteen years old, he craved more than his hand stroking for satisfaction. He wanted men, especially Jake and Slater.
Slater thought Sonny was slightly crazy, however sensing the loneliness in him, it didn't seem that crazy. One's cock knows what you want, even if you have doubts. He believed that real men have sex with real men, including an Indian stud, should one come along.
A mirror couldn't produce anything more exhilarating, when it came to a physique. Sonny wasn't scary, he was exciting, with more fuzz than Slater remembered seeing on an Indian. Always a cowboy stud, he was willing to try anything. He was also a pig, passing himself off as perfect.
Slater drew Sonny's head close to his crotch. His cock swelled to the "taste me" point begging for Sonny's nervous mouth. His lips went around Slater's pecker monitor, not caring about gaging or being stuck in his throat somewhere, as if that would ever happen.
Slater mumbled, "Blasted half-breed, you're a queer in no time, just watch the teeth. Good brother - real good," he added.
Sonny softly gurgled with sounds of gratification sucking at a steady rhythm. He hoped he was doing this right. True, he lacked experience being homo, but lust comes to men naturally. Some get amazingly good at it.
Slater's gush of cum splattered against the back of Sonny' mouth, but he kept sucking, believing you keep working even with juice in your mouth.
Sonny finally pulled back, but keeping his head in Slater's crotch. Cum was dripping from his lips. He didn't understand what to do, so he let it run out of his mouth over Slater's balls, creating a kinky mess. Slater grinned covered in spit and crotch sauce. Being a cowboy pig, it didn't bother him in the least, he liked it.
Jake, filling his throat with cock, continued devouring the Comanche bait between Sonny's legs. The excitement triggered Sonny to pop off. Jake gently slowed, and swallowed a prairie load of injun slime coating his tongue.
The three rested lying side by side for a few minutes. Sonny, staring at the ceiling realized Jake had not fired off yet, and it concerned him.
He, (Sonny) must have taken the pecker juice that Slater intended for Jake. The entire thought was ridiculous, but Jake went along with it. He had something else in mind for Sonny. He lived every day hoping to fuck some cowboy, but a half-bred injun was just as good - maybe better.
Sonny mumbled, "Take caboose. Poke me Jake. Slater, too - poke caboose"
He placed Sonny's ankles on his shoulders, and his cock under Sonny's balls. He didn't bother with foreplay, only wanting to plug that fruity ass, and get it over and done.
Sonny really lacked experience, but knew what Jake wanted from him. He figured a pecker pushed in his dumper would probably hurt a bit, but he understood pain, and it didn't scare him.
Jake spit in his crack several time and tore into his virgin hole munching as if Sonny was a chunk of watermelon, getting him sloppy wet.
Whew, what a peachy ass on this teen-age Comanche body. He smelled good too. Maybe he wiped his ass with mint leaves. Realistically however, he was young, nineteen and clean – that will do it, with or without mint leaves.
It takes a little effort, getting what you asked for. Jake pulled Sonny's legs off the bed; and standing on the floor, he slid his generous cut cock deep inside his Indian brother.
Sonny grunted yet smiling letting Jake ride him for all he was worth. Slater watched intently, his cock coming back to life and wanting a piece of the action. Sex wasn't something Slater could hide. He got his face down on the bed watching Jake's cock going in and out of the romantic wet hole. He loved it, fascinated and wanting to be next.
Jake shot off inside him like a cannon blast and continued until almost slipping out. There was never a word or comment coming from Sonny. He took it because he wanted it from Jake. Sonny had a powerful crush on Jake, however, nobody knew it.
Slater went back into Sonny's juicy ass heaving his hungry cock inside a sloppy coated butt hole. The mess didn't bother Slater, fucking Sonny for all he was worth, and shooting more sticky white cargo into his body.
All three men were slick with moisture. The room, warm and closed up, smelled like cum and sweat. Sonny was their boy to fuck now, no doubting that. The best whores in Laramie had nothing on these men. They were cowboys first, and tramps second. Well, second, most of the time, that is.
"What do you think?" Jake asked Sonny, hoping they were not too nasty with him.
"I think," began Sonny, "I come with much talent, and you choose for yourself."
He always thought like an Indian, more so than a Christian farm boy did. He spoke even to Jake this way, a bonded brother he loved, although they were not related.
Sonny had just accepted not one, but two, big peckers with no complaining. They held each other sweating and pleased to be together.
Jake finally spoke. "Are we whores?"
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