"The Denton Boys"
Part 18
The wagon pulled out of the brush and continued along the road going into the countryside. Sawyer resumed driving the horses, with Chad near him touching every chance he got, without being annoying. Sawyer kept smiling, with his man beside him. They indeed looked like family (perhaps brothers) sitting strong and proud heading towards the Denton ranch.
The team of horses, one called Daisy and the other Gladys, turned onto the gravel covered single lane road leading to the house. Sawyer had given names to the animals he considered family helpers. Everything else was just livestock meant to be bought and sold.
Sitting by the house was a fancy carriage tied near the front door. Ma had callers and probably somebody important with such a fancy rig.
Sawyer stopped and tied the horses to the rail. He and Chad went into the house jawin about the weather, as he opened the door.
His brother Jesse, his ma and pa were gabbing to Mr. Hadley, who owned the bank in Austin. They were drinking coffee and a plate of ma's vanilla cookies set on the table.
"Mr. Hadley, meet our other son Sawyer and Chad Potter. Chad is the top working cowpoke, in the family.
"Oh, you are the young man with the bank draft. I believe I already know who you are. I didn't realize that you were also a Denton," said Mr. Potter.
"Oh yeah," Sawyer interjected quickly, he is a Denton alright."
"Ma hugged Chad and Jesse winked. Pa set quiet and said nothing. Chad smiled back and replied simply, "That's right!"
"Go on Mr. Hadley, everybody can hear `bout us jabbering," said pa wanting to include Jesse, Sawyer and Chad.
"Well, you see folks, after the Hicken's leave their ranch, the livestock will need tending too. That has to be resolved first, before any moving can take place."
"Hold on – hold on," interrupted Sawyer. "What are you sayin?"
"Mr. Hadley is saying that our neighbors, Lester and Pearl Hicken's, are moving to California. They are signing on to a Wagon Train passing through here in less than a week." Spoke up Jesse, after hearing the story several times earlier that day.
"So you see, they have to find a buyer for the livestock, and the horses," continued Mr. Hadley. "Your pa boys, has agreed to look em over and hackle Lester's askin price."
"Which is...?" said Sawyer.
"We will know that after tomorrow, your pa is going to look over the stock and make an offer."
"Who bought the ranch," asked Clara wondering about having new neighbors.
"Nobody as of yet, the bank owns the ranch and it will take time to find a buyer." He concluded.
"You mean, you own the ranch," interjected Chad.
"That's right, young man. The bank holds title and owns the land.
That evening the ranch hands, Hank and Tom joined them at the house for supper. They ate on the new table with plenty of room. Clara covered the table with a large check tablecloth that she saved in a wedding chest, stored in the attic. At last, a table large enough to use it.
The farm hands took to Chad like sunshine on a flower. The bunkhouse now had five cowboys living there and nary a problem anywhere. They liked Chad, and Chad liked them.
It was a clear evening and barely 8:00 pm. The moon was full and the ground looked almost like daylight. Hank and Tom played checkers and Jesse and Chad played poker. Sawyer rested on his bunk, with his hands in back of his head, watching his two special men being friendly playing cards.
"I'm not tired," Sawyer remarked. "I am going to the barn to check on Ralph, the young bull, who was grown and a little ornery"
"Dang, that's right, I'm tagging along," said Chad. "I want to see that bull"
Chad was bad to the bone as well as sexy. He gave Sawyer more than a few fantasies rolling around in his cramped brain. It began when he spoke about arousing Sawyer with the way he could move.
"You know Sawyer, I have some moves that would get you stirring," remarked Chad, as they went inside the barn.
"We are the only two here, show me one,"
"This looks good," said Chad, scanning his eyes around the barn. "Why don't you get your butt up in the hayloft where we can be alone? Take your pants off. I want to prove to you, I am more than a wrangler"
"I can do that," mumbled Sawyer.
Hidden from view, behind bales of hay, Chad threw his shirt on the floor. Then putting his arm around the back of his neck and sliding his under shirt off over his head, dropping it also, to the floor. The upper half of his body was bare and picture perfect. He ran his hand over his body as if feeling up a yearling. He was not hard ridden with grueling muscles, only firm luscious skin rippling over his chest inspired with fur like velvet.
He spun around imitating fucking the air and coming towards Sawyer. The junk in his crotch moved like biscuits rising in the oven. He was not dancing, but shifting his body, using the swagger of a cowboy showing Sawyer something wrangling and sexy. The belt came unbuckled and his pants dropped to the floor. He kicked them into a pile of hay.
Chad's squatted down in front of Sawyer and spread his legs, making sure that Sawyers eyes were fixated on his crotch. Leaning his body back, with his legs spread, He tempted Sawyer with unspoken words. He swaggered, his body on to Sawyers lap, and their underwear covered cocks mashed together wiggling his butt on top of Sawyer's very hard pecker.
Sawyer's underwear came off and kicked away. He sat there in panic like a desperate cowpoke nude with a stiff pecker like a rocket, upright in the air. He was sweating with strands of hay sticking to his sweaty skin.
Chad sleeked down over Sawyer's bare chest, and his mouth went straight to Sawyer's balls. He licked and munched making Sawyer sloppy wet. Sawyer was in Chad's mouth faster than one of those bullets that speed.
It didn't take long before he was again sitting on top of Sawyer, wiggling his body and getting a Denton cock inside him like a cowboy riding a wild horse. Dang, how he loved Sawyer's pecker poking his butt hole.
The feeling took Chad's strength away; He rode Sawyer cowboy style bringing an already boiling point to an eruption. Sawyer blasted a load of cum deep inside Chad's hairy farm ridden ass.
"See how much I missed you these last two years!" Chad mumbled, with Sawyer's cock still inside his body. Nobody pokes me, nobody, except you.
"I sure missed this," was all Sawyer managed to say.
Chad with an unshaven face, full lips, penetrating eyes and bristled body, caused excitement to run through Sawyer's brain. The cowboy he loved just rode his cock and now he wanted to get sucked off. Nothing could have been plainer; Chad wanted to empty his load into Sawyer's mouth.
Sawyer ran his tongue over Chad's cock and onto his balls, slurping and chewing in a way he never did before. Then it happened...
Chad's cock slid down Sawyer's throat pushing Sawyer to the edge. His eyes filled with tears and he struggled to breathe properly. Chad wanted this from him, and he loved doing it. He never gave up like a dog guarding a bone. He pulled back long enough to accept a wad of sticky juice coming to feed him. He never complained he just swallowed, smiled and then, swallowed again.
Chad, a rhinestone cowboy, relaxed after force feeding him a load. He continued wiggling, humping, and rubbing his sweaty crotch over Sawyer's face and holding onto his hair like the mane of a horse.
Chad stood straddling Sawyer. He leaned resting both hands on bales of hay for support. His crotch was covering his face and sweaty balls resting on his chin. Then he collapsed next to Sawyer and held him with his head resting on his lap. They just stayed there like plastic figurines.
"I love you," mumbled Chad running his fingers through Sawyer's hair. "I never said that to anybody before."
"I haven't either," replied Sawyer. "I love you a passel bigger than a bunch. I ain't schooled enough for the proper words. You make me powerful happy inside, I could cry, but ain't about to do that."
"We are dang good at this lovin each other and should do something about it. This is crazy sneaking around, but gotta sneak to do it," said Chad.
This was mind bustin crazy for Sawyer to understand, and he had no sensible come back. "Later – we'll think on it later," said Sawyer. "All I know is we gotta keep on keeping on."
Chad still holding Sawyer, kissed him again. Salvia drooled from mouth to mouth, hanging on to one another for dear life.
Before getting up from the floor, Sawyer kissed Chad's trophy cock as it lay resting in a crotch of dark black hair. He was moist and gamey with a scent of spent cum. Sawyer, loved that sexy smell on Chad and had to lick it one more time.
Chad was not hard but getting firm. He lifted Sawyer's head away from his hairy bush. "We better get back to the bunkhouse." He whispered.
The card playing was still going on and nobody realized how long they had been in the barn. Once again, their secret was safe.
That evening, Chad slept in the middle bunk with Jesse and Sawyer on each side of him in single bunks followed by Hank and Tom.
Chad rested in bed looking at Sawyer. What's importin is to find a way to be happy, where ever you are, and the bunkhouse didn't cut it. This was the real thing, and both men knew it.
To be continued – Please remember Nifty.