"The Denton Boys"
Part 10
Time moved on - it always does. Chad was gone, but in his heart, Sawyer knew, (he just knew,) that he would see him again. Things may be different then, but only time held that "Yea or nay" surprise.
Jesse met a farm gal whose pa owned a cattle ranch a few miles from their farm. Her name was Bonnie Sue Johnson and she had a sister (not too attractive) named Linda Sue.
"I'm goin to the dance at the Church in town Saturday night with Bonnie Sue," Jesse told his brother Sawyer.
"Swell, enjoy yourself."
"I've got a favor to ask you," continued Jesse.
"Oh, no, no, I ain't going to the Church dance with Linda Sue. Don't be pushing that calf off on to me. You know I am a homo," spouted Sawyer.
"Yeah, but she doesn't know it."
"Not doin it."
"Not even for your brother, who loves you? Awe, c'mon, it won't kill you and it will make her happy. She's, not so bad and she can dance."
Sawyer was silent – not answering.
"Well?" mumbled Jesse." Remember, we're a team!"
"I ain't kissin any girl, and she better not touch my pecker," slurred Sawyer.
"Linda Sue is a farm gal, not a whore. She has no interest in your little pea hanger."
"It's not little, you of all people, should know that." "I reckon so – Texas bred farm boy. Of course I know that, you idiot." ****** Saturday rolled around and the Denton boys went to the dance with the Johnson sisters. A dance was exciting for folks in a town where not much happens socially. Chad and Jesse wore Jackets, ties, clean white shirts and black pants with polished boots looking like new. Jesse's hat was black and Sawyer's hat was white with the brim turned down. They both had shaved trimmed facial beards. Masculine youth just poured from their bodies.
There was fiddle music, with toe tapping and two cowboys playing guitar plus a piano player, named Sam. On Sunday, Sam played the piano for church services. Tonight however, there was no "Rock of Ages," only western waltzes and mountain stompin jigs, which the men folks fractured.
They were clumsy stepping on the woman's feet, with the rhythm of a jumping toad. None of the mattered – what mattered, was the coming together of folks who needed a break from the everyday chores on their farms.
They had no beer, only a huge glass bowl of punch with trays of homemade cookies and cakes. Having no alcohol didn't stop the cattlemen from bringing a flash of whisky under their jackets.
Folks came from the nearby farms, dressed in their Sunday best. The men folk all had baths lookin spiffy with clean clothes and shine on their boots.
The evening for Sawyer felt flawed on the edge of ridiculous, but he managed to act straight and got through it. Women and girls were not in the cards for Sawyer. Once you're born gay - you can never take it off.
Regardless of his feelings, it turned out that Sawyer had a better time dancing with Linda Sue than Jesse did with the attractive sister, Bonnie. Jesse was hoping for a feel, or maybe a kiss from Bonnie, but she was only interested in dancing and having a good time. Jesse got his arm around her once during a dance. Bonnie was a road leading nowhere.
The following evening, Jesse and Sawyer sat on the stoop talking. The sky was darted with a trillion stars looking like candles in the sky. The air was cool and comfortable, putting folks in a good mood.
They talked about the Johnson girls and the dance.
"Don't ask me to do that again," said Sawyer.
"I won't – but it wasn't that bad and we did have a good time."
"That's not the point. You drive her back to the farm and she invites you to come back the next night for supper. This leads to sparkin and then you're hooked. I ain't about to get hooked."
"I didn't get asked to supper!" complained Jesse.
"I wear my pants tighter than you," smirked Sawyer.
"Not by much, and don't start again with the pecker thing," declared Jesse.
"There is no accounting for a man's interest in another man," admitted Sawyer. "I have plenty to think `bout."
"You like him! – don't you?"
"Geese yup, I guess I do." admitted Sawyer.
"Wanna talk about it?" asked Jesse.
"Sure, but when I get ready," replied Sawyer, staring lost in space.
"You are always saying `later' when it comes to talking. The only way to live is to talk now."
"I know." - Sawyer understood logic but often confused logic with being shallow. At least, that is what the Reverend Josh Plunket preached, at the Sunday church service. Sawyer wasn't fond of Plunket, but listened anyway. Sawyer only knew, what he knew, and stopped analyzing every comment. He had emotional and sexual feelings for Chad. However, what good was all this doing him; Chad, was not around anymore.
"You owe me," Sawyer reminded his brother Jesse.
"Okay, what do you want from me?"
"I want, what I always want."
"Oh hell, is that all. You want to stroke it or lick it?"
"I want it inside me," admitted Sawyer.
"If you want my pecker, then I wanna put it in you Sawyer, but if it bothers or hurts, then suck it instead."
"Okay, but it won't hurt."
"When do you want to do it?" asked Jesse.
When it came to sex, they were seldom spontaneous. Instead, they set time aside, and fucked in some secret hiding place.
"Sawyer's crotch swelled, so the answer was obvious.
"C'mon little whore, let's ride into the country. I've got me some hole packin to do." Jesse managed to say, as his crotch rose to attention. Sawyer's butt was plum ripe for breeding.
They knew the rural area covering ninety-seven acres of Denton farmland like the back of their hand. Bring some jelly I'll need something slippery. I want this poke a lot more than you do." Jesse reminded him.
"Slippery - for sure! To get your thick pecker inside me, I should bring pa's axel grease can, from the barn."
****** They took the buckboard, appearing as if they were going to town. They sat side by side fully aroused and sneaking peeks at one another's crotch. Peeking was a game they played for years, and now the game was becoming bolder. They knew every inch of each other's body still it excited them when they opened their legs exposing a bump in their crotch.
Jesse stood for the peeking just so long. He reached over to hold his brothers crotch. He knew about the plump hairy balls hidden from the world. His desire for sex overtook him like a monster on patrol.
To Jesse, `a hole is a hole,' and a warm place for his pecker to rub and explode. A poke using his brother was way better than a saloon whore.
The buckboard rolled along the rough road hitting a rut now and then. Jesse knew exactly where he was going. He took a side road seldom travelled to an overgrown location with the ground covered with sand and scrub grass. As kids, they played Doctor there, hiding in the tall grass with their pants down.
Jesse was already leaking at the tip. He wanted sex with no affection. They never considered any queer, such as kissing on the mouth. They only handling each other's cock getting it to shoot off. Now, they had graduated to fucking with animal lust, like seasoned whores.
"C'mon brother, get those pants off. I need this poke far more than you want it," stammered Jesse, removing his jeans exposing a big hog of pecker meat.
He played with Sawyer's butt rubbing his finger between the crack and slapping it with his cock. When Jesse kneeled behind Sawyer, he put his tongue into his butt. Sawyer's eyes open wide in surprise. He was getting his ass licked and this was crazy, but yeow, how he liked it. If Jesse was willing to eat his ass, than he was willing to let him do it.
Jesse lowered Sawyer to the ground, used a small dab of Vaseline and entered him doggie style, before turning him on his back and plugging him like a woman. Jesse worked slowly his big pecker forcing the hole to spread letting him in, It didn't hurt as much as Sawyer thought, but it was uncomfortable. Then he became used to it and relaxed.
Sawyer was unbelievably tight and delightfully warm. There is no surprise there. He took cock only one time, when Chad pumped cum into his butt at Sage Brush Creek. Sawyer's hole was still as virgin, as one can get.
Jesse struggled losing the battle not to be queer, but he loved the tightness of Sawyer's hole, and it meant the world to him. He raised his body up plugging Sawyer and drilling him into the ground.
Jesse was beside himself and wanted this fuck so desperately. He didn't intend to be such an animal with his brother, but Sawyer didn't complain, so Jesse fucked him like a wild man loving the tight hole clasping around his cock as he plunged in and out.
He unloaded a massive amount of Denton nectar, deep inside him, lubricating his inners with sticky cream. Jesse's pecker poke was bareback riding and Sawyer came at the same time, coating his stomach with his own juice.
"Whew," mumbled Jesse breathing hard.
"You don't have to tell me that?" replied Sawyer, putting his arm around his brother's neck. They had just broken forbidden territory, without one guilty thought.
The ground was hard and sand was sticking to their legs, so they stood up. Jesse wiped himself dry, using his shirt. They giggled like ten-year-old boys, thinking they discovered something powerfully new.
Jesse was relaxed now and needed to take a piss. Sawyer held his dick while he peed next to a tree. "Move your foot, Sawyer. My pecker is watering the ground."
"Gaud, that hole was good," said Jesse. "I gotta say, you were tight and warm and my mind lost control getting off."
"You should try it sometime, said Sawyer.
"You sayin – you wanna do that to me?" mumbled Jesse. "You wanna put your pecker into me?"
"Yup, that's what I'm sayin? I fucked Chad and he liked it. Oh yeah, he liked it a lot. He is a man whore, but nobody knows that about him," confessed Sawyer.
"You're lying. Chad would never let you poke his hole."
"Nope –it's gospel."
"Chad does have a proud butt," said Jesse, but I ain't no homo, getting pecker poked myself."
"Chad's no homo either, but he likes to get fucked. Maybe Jesse, you are part homo."
"You think?"
"You're mighty hot, and I know that better than anyone," admitted Sawyer.
"Sure with you, I'll do `dirty', it is just mindless sex, but I ain't into men."
"I know – I know, but you still owe me a pecker poke," insisted Sawyer.
"Yup, I shore do, but not now. Don't fret – I'll do it."
"I ain't sayin now. Who can do anything now," barked Sawyer?
"Okay, I hope I can take you; you're mighty big," admitted Jesse.
"I thought you said that I had a little pecker," replied Sawyer smirking.
"I lied – you're friggin big."
To be continued... Part 11 is next.
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