"The Denton Boys"
Chapter 17
An oversized round clock hung on the wall of the train station with its huge shinny pendulum swaying back and forth. Sawyer stood in the doorway looking at the clock with one eye glued to the moving black hands, and the other on the ticket master standing behind a counter cluttered with telegrams and papers.
"Yes 'em, the train from Houston is due to arrive here in an hour, but it may be slightly late," growled Henry Kenner, never looking up from his paperwork. He handed the woman her ticket to Waco, Texas. Sawyer hearing about the arrival time walked back outside and sat on a bench where folks boarded and got off the train. All he had to do now was to wait.
The same woman sat down beside him and they began talking. "I am going to Waco. I have a sister in Waco." She said to Sawyer.
"That's nice," Sawyer replied already wishing he had stayed with the buckboard.
"Are you going to Waco," she asked.
"No, I am waiting for a passenger."
"That's nice – who?"
"My brother," replied Sawyer.
"You're a very handsome man," she commented. "I don't mean to sound annoying, but you sure are a looker." She continued. "Does your brother look like you?"
Sawyer didn't answer, but stood up to excuse himself. "Gonna check something with the Station Master," he said.
"Are you married, she continued talking? I have a daughter, who is just lovely arriving on this train, and we are going to my sister's place in Waco." She continued, sounding bothersome and repeating herself.
"I'm married, my brother is married - everybody is married." replied Sawyer.
"WELL," - she stammered and moved to another seat. No longer was she interested in talking, at least talking to Sawyer.
"Hee hee-hee, giggled an old timer who had been listening to her. "That's what yuh get my boy, for being so darn pretty." Sawyer smiled indicating his way of saying "thank you," to the elderly gent. Sawyer was pretty; but didn't care for that word. He was a striking young stud with a well-defined body, muscular and trim. This morning he soaked his body in a hot bath, cut his hair, polished his boots and put on clean clothes. He smelled like lavender, with his hair clipped around his ears was visible from under his black cowboy hat. A little tuck of hair fell over his forehead. Sawyer earned the word, "pretty, "for sure. However, Hot was more like it.
To get away from people, he went to the buckboard, to sit down by himself. Through the window, he could see the station clock and had about twenty more minute to wait.
From a distance the sound of an approaching train whistle echoed through the air. The station platform began filling with people, as the train screeched into the station stop, smoking and coming to grinding halt.
"I can do this." Sawyer said to himself feeling nervous, and flushed. He hopped out of the buckboard with his crotch struggling to breath, and the bump in his pants stirring slightly as he moved. He dressed purposely to look hot, but hoped he hadn't overdone looking good.
Folks were getting off the train from a rear coach, while other folks going on to Waco, boarded in the front car behind the engine.
Chad came on to the rear platform, paused and came down the steps caring a beat up looking suitcase.
Standing directly in front of him stood Sawyer, ready to shake hands. It was customary for men to shake hands with no modern day hugging. A father hugging his son was different, even that seldom took place in public.
Chad ignored Sawyer's hand and grabbed him with a tight hug, cheek to cheek, while folks walked past seeing two men embracing.
"He's my brother," shouted Chad at a woman staring at them hugging – "Keep walking" he said politely but firm.
"I'm sorry young man," she replied. "Anybody can see you are family."
Sawyer tossed the beat up suitcase, in the back of the buckboard, and they climbed aboard.
I'll drive," said Chad.
"Nope, you stay next to me and I'll do the work. Just sit and look at the Texas scenery."
"I am not snooping at any scenery, I am looking at you. Dang you smell good enough to eat. How you have taken on delicious, is better than scenery. You are a handsome dog. Think on that." said Chad.
"Dang, you stole my thunder. I was hankering to say that about you. When you hugged me, I thought I would break. I'm no creampuff, I'm a wrangler, but you're a better man - I gotta admit it, and gonna keep you away from the hungry hussies looking to get married. Man, they will jump those bones like starvin coyotes."
"Shucks - that's crazy. You know who these bones belong too. It's a powerful secret that we have goin on, don't you savvy?" remarked Chad.
"I shore do admire the way you spit out them words," continued Sawyer. If you only knew the times I made love to my pillow." He giggled.
"Don't you never mind, I'll take care of that; we have some powerful ketchin up to do? – Say, before we head out to the farm, I need to make a couple of stops, here in town," said Chad.
"Sure, what's first?" asked Sawyer putting his knees together squeezing his out of control cock, growing like monster listening to Chad's words. Sawyer needed to get control of his emotions. Right now, he felt like a lovesick girl.
"Let's go to the bank. See this envelope here!" Chad motioned, patting his shirt pocket. "This is a bank draft – money man money.
I sold interest in the silver mine and there's cash on deposit in Houston. Every time they sell silver from the mine, I get a percentage deposited in the bank of Houston.
I'm pint-size rich, and dang blasted I have silver, and I have you Sawyer someone who is truly the gold I always looked for. Yep, pint-size nothing I would call that heavy duty rich."
Sawyer looked perplexed over money talk. He just wanted a boyfriend. He was at his peak of sexuality and being loved, kissed and getting off was more importin to him than money.
He remembered Chad's pecker with uniform diameter from the base to the circumcised head and as straight as an arrow. The base surrounded by a thick, dense carpet of dark pubic hair. He was in love with cock, and Chad's balls that supplied him nourishment.
Sawyer waited in the buckboard while Chad conducted his banking business. He could see from where he was sitting, cowboys were going into the Ranch Saloon. "Loud shouting still sprung from over the swinging doors and breaking glass was still happening.
"Some things never change," Sawyer thought. If one listened carefully to the chaos, the sights, sounds and whores, still ruled the day.
"Yuck, he hated it all. He never really cared for it, but now he hated it. He was eager to get out of town, away from the wild life and hustling whores.
****** "I need to see Earl at the stable about buying a horse," said Chad.
"No you don't," replied Sawyer.
"Yeah, I need to get a horse," insisted Chad.
"Pa said to bring you straight to the ranch and forget about any horse." "Chad squeezed Sawyer, sending tingles through his body but nobody noticed."
On the road back to the farm, they were completely alone. Chad began touching Sawyer's knee rubbing his leg. "Pull off the road into those Brushes, I want to kiss you." he said, squeezing harder.
The buckboard rolled like the wind getting out of sight, and into the brush. They kissed intently ending on top of one another and falling to the ground.
Sawyer never wanted to lose his dream of being a cattle rancher, and he never wanted to be alone without Chad by his side. "Maybe it will take a heap of doin, but we wouldn't have each other without taking a few risk," said Sawyer.
Behind the Brushes, frustrated sexually and turned on by all the hungry kissing, was insane. The time was right, only the place seemed wrong and Sawyer wanted it to be mind-blowing after waiting for two years. Chad wasn't so crazy about mind blowing - he just wanted it.
"I spent nights alone missing you. I gave up digging twice; ready to come back, but gold always changed my mind. Sex makes a man crazy, but I'm here now, so no more talk of gold." Chad rambled on letting his pants fall to the ground.
Sawyer was on his knees like thunder before rain, putting Chad in his mouth with delicate groaning sounds translated into feelings of love.
Chad had never loved before, but when it creeps into your heart, you recognize it immediately. He was so cum loaded that Sawyer had barely time to swallow the sticky nectar that Chad shot into his mouth.
In a flash, Chad had Sawyer's pants down and gobbling him like a hungry wolf in the wilds. The scene repeated itself as if rehearsed between two gay men, not sluts, but lovers. The entire thirty minutes in the Brushes, increased the intensity they felt for one another. That's the pure truth.
It takes an awful lot of learning to find out where you belong," whispered Chad while kissing and licking Sawyer's face and neck.
"Their bodies pressed together, - You belong with me Sawyer - I'm playing for keeps," said Chad.
To be continued. Please remember Nifty – thank you