Stagecoach to Laramie

By Justin Balancier

Published on May 17, 2024

Gay

"Stagecoach to Laramie"

Part 9


Laura Jenkins, the boardinghouse owner, was going from room to room, inquiring which of her boarders would be attending supper. A main meal went with the room rent, but one had to be on time to eat. Any late comers would wait for supper, the following day.

Joe never missed supper, however Laura still checked. She is a good woman with a strict set of rules, never any problems, she ran a tidy ship.


Jake walked back to the mercantile to pick up the supplies Sarah had waiting for him. He was happy he brought the buckboard. There was more on the list than Jake realized.

An even bigger surprise was Slater had returned in time, to see Jake. He helped him load the supplies into the wagon. "Did you get the hen house white washed," Slater asked Jake. "Herman wanting that coated, while the chickens were outside."

"That is my tomorrow chore. I picked up the whitewash from your pa. You loaded it in the buckboard didn't you notice?"

"Nope, didn't notice. What did you do today?" asked Slater.

"I hung around; there is something about Laramie that kinda gets to yuh. I was going for a beer, when I saw Joe. Lordy, he has changed, and it's for the better," answered Jake.

"I know, I saw him yesterday too, and he is different, actually hot." He likes you Jake, and why not, you are fuckin pretty."

"Joe wants to have friends," confessed Jake. "He revealed that to me after dumping a heap load in my mouth. There is a solid pecker on that man. He would fuck, in a minute, the cowboy whose pa owns the mercantile. Yup, he likes fooling around with wranglers; I think we ought to help him."

"Huh, are you talking about me?" asked Slater, "My pa owns the mercantile, smiling with a moth eaten grin. He thought deeply about being fucked, and he liked Joe. Slater had a butt that hungered for a wrangler's pecker. Jake and Sonny plugged Slater often, along with nasty sexy moves, such as, crotch eating, in a cowboy's forbidden zone.

No one disputed that Slater was exceptional, having the finest body of the three cowboys. He stood by the buckboard with his legs spread wide, knees slightly bent. His back straight and his shoulders stress-free. Jake knew how he managed to stay in shape, and his body showed it. Slater clung to Jake, as if they were a couple.

Sonny, at nineteen, was Jake's wild card, and lovable chicken boy who could do it all. Not bad, for a half breed. Indeed, they became amigos. Talk about a common thread. They (Slater, Jake, and Sonny) fucked, lived, and slept together being friends, wanting many of the same things. Opposites attract, but not in this case. They were the same thinkers having a char way of soothing their needs. Every one of them connected by sex was how they rolled.


The buckboard was loaded and Jake grabbed the reins to start moving. Slater tied his horse to the back of the buckboard and hopped in alongside Jake in the driver's seat. "I'm going to the farm with you."

"I knew you would," declared Jake bumping Slater's knee with his leg. They played simple "touch and go" games, somebody, could be watching. Shore didn't want two cowboy studs, coming across as daisy dukes. Therefore, they showed no affection in public – none. However, behind closed doors, sluts of the highest degree. It was so much fun, letting your hair down along with your pants. Cock was king!

"You know – after today, I'm older than I used to be," mumbled Jake bouncing along next to Slater. He was driving the team slowly not in a rush to get back to the farm.

"You are not only older, you are also slower. At this rate, we'll miss super."

It was true, the team moving at a walking pace, not even a trot, presented a master view of the mountains in the distance. It was silly since they lived there, and mountains were part of them. Truth being, Jake felt dog-tired with no need to push the horses, so he didn't.

They chatted a little about nothing particular. Living as free as possible under Wyoming's sky felt powerfully good. They had each other, including Sonny, and life was good!

The ranch, now called "The Farm," was just ahead. Herman, Jake's pa, hired three ranch hands to care for the animals and the crops in the field. Jake and Sonny also helped, doing mostly house and barn chores. The ranch hands managed physical work. Everybody drew a monthly wage.

Slater came and went, having two homes, the house in Laramie with his ma and pa; and the farm with Herman and Jake. He preferred the farm because he needed Jake to use him as a whore. However, he was valuable at the mercantile, because his pa needed him. He managed both places quite well.

After Jake's ma died, the farm had no women. They survived okay, but it bothered Herman, and he decided to marry again. He has been courting the schoolteacher, Lucy Jane Clark, in Laramie. Who knows, where that would lead, if anywhere?


The buckboard stopped in front of the house where Herman was sitting on the stoop with two of the hired hands. The farm hands came to the house for supper, at mealtime. Mornings, they had breakfast where they slept in the bunkhouse.

Herman moved happily from the stoop, seeing the boys with no black eyes or gunshot wounds. It wasn't likely they would have such things, but this was Wyoming, mostly untamed in early America, where cowpokes wore guns to settle disagreements. Being grazed by a bullet was more common than people realized. Being killed was – let's say, "FINAL."

Sonny, in the kitchen, was putting adjustments on the evening meal. He grilled steak with potatoes, peppers, carrots, and onions. The aroma of fresh baked bread was in the air. Everybody knew Sonny, could cook, and bake as well as any farm wife. Besides that, he performed tirelessly as a farm hand. Sonny, only nineteen, could do just about anything, including a wild fuck in the hayloft. Of course, only Slater and Jake knew about his homo qualities, and they kept it that way, knowing he spiced up their lives. They loved him for being who he was.

Slater creeped into the kitchen to see Sonny, while the other men, sat on the stoop, gabbing and drinking homemade brew. Sonny was wearing white pants and a white apron. Slater snuck up and kissed him on the neck, and naturally, he jumped.

"Did you miss my grandma?" Slater whispered.

Sonny had a wooden spoon in his hand and he cracked Slater in the balls with the spoon. It was a quick reaction, before Sonny realized it was Slater.

"Fuck – don't damage the goods," cried Slater, "That was rough."

"Oh crap, I didn't know you were here, Sorry Slater."

"Watch the spoon grandma, or somebody will get fucked, even if your spoon fractured my prick."

"If you say "grandma" once more; you will need a tractor to pull this pan out of your ass," then he laughed giving Slater a fast (very fast) peck on the cheek. Jake was Sonny's favorite wrangler in bed, however, Slater's "dead-drop" masculine body, was something one couldn't help but love, - sexy fucker.

After supper, Herman sat on the stoop smoking his pipe. Slater, Jake, and Sonny went to the barn to check the white wash supplies for the hen house. In the morning, the three of them planned to work together. It was one way they could be alone, without sneaking off to some sex cabin, or a whore's cave in the mountains, to dump loads.


"You know, I can take more cock than some, but less than others," exclaimed Slater, looking at his two favorite cowboys.

"What do you think Slater is talking about?" asked Sonny with a stupid grin. They knew exactly, what he wanted, because they knew Slater so well.

"Do you think we should load him up with pecker sauce, to see how much the butt hole can handle," joked Sonny.

Jake listening to the crazy talk took up the challenge, although it was not really a challenge. He leaned against a barn pole and flipped out his pecker. Jake's long, juicy man meat was growing.

Slater held open the door to the tack room. It was the only place in the barn with a door. It stored riding equipment, including saddles, pads, girths, stirrup, bridles, reins, bits, grooming tools, and blankets. For sure, the room was a crowded place. It did have a pole to lean against and a bench to sit on. The room was perfect for Slater's willing butt, and Slater's hole was what Jake needed.

"Well, come on!" mumbled Slater glaring at Jake. He was more than willing to drop his pants, for him. Sonny stood watch at a barn window, as Jake fucked Slater leaning against the pole in the tack room.

Then, Jake stood watch while Sonny fucked Slater using Jake's slippery load for lube, as he poked Slater's ass for the second time. Sonny, with an overall wild streak covered with hotness, released his load also into Slater's ambitious butt. It was running back out, so Sonny wiped Slater's crack with his shirt. They took care of one another every time.

Yikes, sluts, appetizing cowboy sluts, snatching sex in the barn. They much preferred to be in bed together when Herman was away; but one takes what one can. Sex always works out for them, only to do it again, and again. Slater, had the paramount body by far, and the hottest looking butt. He wanted cock, at any time in any position, and got it.

It felt beneficial having three sex driven cowboys all knowing the same score. There would be days like, this either planned, or unexpected. Exploring unexpected sex was the new order of things to come.

The fast fucking of Slater's butt, was a quickie for sure, however it wasn't complete. Slater's dick was still aroused with sticky clear liquid, after having two cocks inside his ass. He was close to coming twice but neither of his wrangler brothers got him to dump a load. That was fine with him, but not with Sonny. Setting free a load of baby liquid from the ball pouch was a Comanche tradition. Naturally, that was a lie, but it sounded good, so Slater jerked off, while Jake licked his face.

Sonny was blessed with tracking ability and knew without warning when Slater was going to explode. His greedy mouth was around Slater's honker faster than a pig at slop time. Sticky was all gone.

That was it, they headed back to the house, and their playtime was over.

"Sonny!" chuckled Jake. "Tuck your shirt in your pants, it's covered with spit, and cum. Golly do you suck cock?"

"Whoa, you seem interested; ask me again in the morning, - idiot!"


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