"Stagecoach to Laramie"
Part 8
Joe originally was from Colorado travelling to Laramie stopped over in Cheyenne. He lost his money in a card game and became homeless, never getting to Laramie. About that time Slater, Jake and Sonny found him dirty and hungry. He was not a bum, but rather a Colorado cowboy with faults.
He wanted to tell his story now that he had friends. He suspected, they were man-loving cowboys, and that appealed to him. It appealed like amazing grace. He wanted, what they had, if that was at all possible. Although, he didn't talk openly about it.
Joe was determined to be independent, having the money that Jake loaned him. A boarding house with a sign read "Rooms," was nearby. Laura Jenkins ran the boarding house, with four temporary boarders, all men. Joe would make number five. The rent was fifty cents a day including one meal.
When Jake came to town for supplies, about a week later, he went to the best store in Laramie. Slater, not there, was helping one of their neighboring farmers, and expected back soon. Sarah delighted seeing Jake, such an attractive young man, hugged him holding on for dear life.
Jake gave Sarah his supply order, written on the back of an old envelope, and said he would be back in an hour or so. He was going for a cold beer.
"It'll be ready for you sweetie. Mind yourself now; some of these varmints are gun happy." She said glowing at the sight of him.
"I will, ma," he yelled back. Lordy, that young man was a charmer.
Jake walked down the street running smack into a cowboy grabbing him by the arm, and stopping him in his tracks.
Jake recognized the cowboy immediately along with a shock that would cause a landslide. It was Joe, dressed in tight grey pants, pastel blue shirt, new shiny boots, a dark blue kerchief around his neck and a spanking new cowboy hat. His facial hair trimmed, sexy hair clean and trimmed. "Hot."
This hunk of flesh was dinner, standing in front of him. Joe was very different, from a dirty cowboy wet from the creek, with only a blanket. The difference was day and night. Golly, what a delight
Some wooden chairs along the plank sidewalk were available for setting out of the hot sun. "Sit down, please sit. I have much to tell you, in just a few days," clamored Joe, hanging on to Jake tighter than ever. Joe's cock moved when he spread his legs. He allowed that, no doubt, on purpose letting Jake look at his crotch. This seemed to happen, when these two wranglers met.
He gave Jake twenty dollars repaying what he borrowed from him. "I wanted to bring this to you at the farm. I have a horse now and wanted to see you yesterday. Slater wouldn't tell me how to get there."
"Why would Slater do a thing like that?" asked Jake. "We are all friends."
"Beats me, but I didn't question him. I knew I would find you, if not yesterday then someday."
"Don't get upset, but I used the money you gave me, in a card game. I know, yup, I know better, but somehow I had a good feeling about this particular game. There was a lot of money going back and forth. I turned the twenty dollars into a hundred and sixty. I bought clothes, a thirty dollar horse, and found a job all in the same day. The job is with the newspaper office, can you believe that?"
In Cheyenne, the dealer cheated me in a poker game and I lived homeless because of it. I realize that now, but not so, here in Laramie, these cowpokes are decent men. Nevertheless, that is it for me. No more gambling, I'm done."
Joe continued rambling on like an excited child. However, a sexy man, that is for sure. "Come on," said Joe, tugging at Jake' shirt.
"Where are you taking me?"
"To my room at the boarding house."
"Ah, we are going just to talk?" smiled Jake, being cute.
"Talk nothing; you are pecker curious, aren't you?" His legs were still open and the meat in his jeans was growing as he spoke.
******* They walked to Laura Jenkin's Boarding House. Nobody was there, so they went directly to Joe's room. "Lock the door," commanded Joe. With his pants unzipped, he leaned against the bed calling for Jake to come to him. His behavior was so different from just a week ago.
Good grief, Joe went from homeless, to dressing well and now gay. However, with all of Joe's good points, gay made Jake a tad uncomfortable, but that feeling was always there. When a meal is on the table – dig in!
"Let's see how good you can take care of pa, who's fourteen years older than you. I still remember that!"
"Sure pa – sure," mumbled Jake aroused like only once before. He was walking toward him. Yew, this seemed impossible, but happening. Pa was just a game they were playing. Joe was not interested in kissing, and Jake sensed that right away. He was interested in Jakes handsome face buried in crotch hair, plus any other place he wanted to go on a real man's body.
This was it. Jake could hijack anything he wanted on Joe's body; and planned to make the most of it. This was going to be a rare event, and anything random would be something to remember; call it cocksucker' training day.
"What do you think of me calling you pa, when we do this?" asked Jake.
"I'm not really old enough to be your pa. However, sure take care of me? You are the only cowboy I would do this with, so let's be dirty."
"That is because I am the only cowboy here at the moment. If you're willing to share your pecker, Slater and Sonny are good at being dirty, although I am probably better."
"You're funning me! They can have it, hell, why not!" chuckled Joe. Something Joe seldom did was chuckle. "I never had friends like you wranglers, and to think I have three trustworthy cowboys, all nasty."
Joe removed his shirt, then his boots and pants. He looked familiar naked. Only this time he lay back on the bed with his cock wide-awake with tiny drips of clear fluid seeping from his cock head. It was a distinct invitation to taste a wrangler's sticky appetizer. Jake was all for it.
Jake could not get over the sudden change in him. It was almost frightening Regardless this change was not about to deter him what so ever. Jake wanted what he wanted, and knew how to go after it.
Joe said "no" in the stagecoach when Jake asked for a simple lick. Now, Joe wanted a homo sucking off his sticky meat. As well as, Sonny and Slater, eating below his bushy crotch. That sounded hot to him. Lordy, what a little planning can do.
"Come on baby, come to daddy," said Joe holding his cock waiting for Jake's mouth. Talk about trolling for queers.
In two seconds, Jake was chewing Joe's pubic hair sniffing and growling softly, up and down his cock, in a fit of hunger. He licked away the sticky precum only increasing his lust for more. Joe held Jake's head keeping him on his cock. Jake let Joseph throat-fuck him knowing he would be back again for Jake's talented mouth. Everything in life is a gamble.
Now, however, Jake wanted desperately to suck Joe's balls and get his mouth onto his virgin ass. Almost there, he was about to have an ass lick.
"How does that taste Jake baby. You like Joey's dumper?"
"Damn sweet Joe, yup, I love it."
"You're going for my ass, you want that too? Dang, hold it, I'm ready to shoot - leave the butt alone, and take the sauce."
Jake was back on cock in seconds catching spurts of a creamy surprise. He ate his full, as it slid down his throat.
Jake would rather fuck. Yet, he was no slouch and played the game well. He would also bottom when necessary. However, this time Joe was giving Jake, a talented cum slut, his load.
"That's dinner right there," mumbled Jake still clinging to the meat rack.
Joseph was stimulating. Say what you will; age is a cowboy mellowing with time. That implies forty, is better, than a bony twenty-year-old twink. "Hum - I better think about that one..."
Joe's former opinion about man sex was gone; what he enjoyed now was homo playtime. Jake trusted Joe did not see cowboy sex as filthy. Their bodies were hot, and the times were tough, but perfect for clandestine loving.
Joe would do it again tomorrow, if the timing were right. "Of course."
A knock came to the door. It was Laura Jenkins, – "dang it," said Joe.
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