"Return of the Denton Boys"
Part 2
Chad had only a vague idea what he was going to say. No, he knew very well what he wanted to talk about and grinned straight away.
Clara was sweeping the stoop free of horse manure that dropped from the boy's boots. It was a bonus stink from the cattle barn. There is no getting away from `what is.'
"Howdy ma," cried out Chad approaching the stoop.
"Morning Chad, I `speck you came from the barn with mush on your boots, but sit a spell, I got me a broom," said Clara his acquired ma. I'll just keep on a sweeping.
"Nah, they're clean, I just came from the bunkhouse."
"Are you hungry? C'mon inside and I will fix you something to eat."
"Naw – I'm fine, Hank is keeping us fed. I just wanna talk," replied Chad.
"You could be hiding from pa? But don't give that a worry, I will handle him," grinned Clara breaking into a big smile. What's troubling you?" she asked.
"I don't hide from anybody."
"You're bustin with the truth there son. You have a pillar of strength inside of you – what's on your mind?" Clara asked once more.
"It's about my sister. Remember me telling you about Lucy, who is married and living in Omaha?" began Chad.
"The seamstress?" recalled Clara.
"Yup the seamstress, that's Lucy for sure."
"Lemme see, of course I remember you saying the wonders she could do with a piece of cloth."
"She is coming here," Chad blurted out with no advance warning.
"That's nothing to be worrying about." Clara calmly replied.
"Ma, I said, LUCY is coming here to Austin." Chad babbled nervously.
"What are you two jabbering about," cried Ezra, coming on to the stoop and catching the tail end of the conversation. "Who's coming here?"
"Chad's sister," replied Clara. She is coming to visit and that sounds mighty nice to me."
"Not visiting ma – to live here in Austin or thereabouts. Her husband John drove a wagon across the Platte River and never made it. The current flipped the wagon and John was lost. Lucy's a widow woman."
"Dang fool shouda known better," Ezra declared. "That river is long and deep, no tellin what could happen with a dragged out tired old horse."
"Shucks, it already went and happened, and now Lucy is alone, never having young-ins of her own, she's plenty scared.
We never knew our ma. We grew up in an orphanage and didn't have a Pa." confessed Chad. "So Lucy gets frightened darn fast when something happens."
"You got a pa now," added Ezra. You can't be leaving a young girl alone without a man. It just taint right," said Ezra. "Lucy is welcome anytime."
"Don't let your mind wander back to any orphanage, Declared Clara. I have boys that are Denton's, Jesse, Sawyer and now you Chad – don't you be forgetting that."
"Never could ma – never could," Chad affirmed.
"Now get your butt out to the east meadow for branding the stock. Sawyer, Joe, and Rudy need a fourth man," shouted Ezra.
"Yes sir boss – I mean pa."
"Ezra stood in the doorway on the stoop. His arms were folded and he was smiling. "That boy has some mighty fine qualities," he quietly thought.
Chad trotted back to the barn and in minutes he was stirring up dust riding his horse Thunder, out to the East Meadow.
"Chad is quite a man," said Ezra, putting his arm around Clara's shoulder." I shore put a stack of trust in him."
Clara grabbed Ezra's hand with a tight grip. "We owe a heap to that boy and he never mentions it. He does what you want. Chad just wants to be a Denton," she confessed.
"Now don't overplay it ma," said her husband. "We don't want to spoil him."
"For land sakes, hush up, you old fool," she mumbled, kissing Ezra's cheek. "You're the only man that needs spoiling."
****** Rudy was brought up on a farm, and had a soft side. Other farm boys were catching toads, climbing trees and waddling in horse shit. Rudy liked petting the animals. He was squeamish about putting a branding iron to a calf's hide. Branding was the last thing he wanted to do. It was Hank, the foreman, who sent him with Joe and Sawyer to the East Meadow rounding up calves to be put to the iron.
When Chad got there, Joe was branding and Rudy along with Sawyer were tracking down the strays bringing them to Joe roped and tied. Sawyer helped Joe with the struggling animals, flipping them on their side and holding them pressed to the ground. Rudy made an effort to help but clearly this job was not his best line of work. In fact, he hated it.
Sawyer understood how Rudy felt; maybe because they were the same age and knew what each other was thinking about, much of the time.
Rudy thought of Chad as stud beef on the hoof. You could see his eyes undressing him and Sawyer recognized `that look.' Looking at Chad, didn't concern Sawyer in the least.
When the last calf was branded, Joe packed up the gear and headed back to the farm taking Rudy along with him.
"Meet y'all back at the bunkhouse," said Joe. "Pa has some work he's putting out for the boys, so come back directly."
Sawyer didn't reply, but shook his head – okay.
Chad squatted down putting out the embers of the branding fire and Sawyer squatted down across from him. He tossed his glance between Chad's legs watching the frog moving in his crotch. He had played with that baby maker, scores of times, and felt he owned it.
"Wanna get your pecker wet," Sawyer asked a sexy looking Chad.
"Wanna put your mouth on it? Replied Chad.
"Oh yeah, shore enough do."
Without hesitation, Chad unbuttoned his pants and flipped his pecker out for Sawyer to hold. That's all it took.
Sawyer stomped out the glowing embers from the branding fire with his foot. He went to stand between their horses, tied side by side in order to be concealed.
Chad was with him in the matter of seconds, getting sucked off by the cowpoke he worshipped and loved more than anything. The horses hid them well, so they thought.
They often had "quickie" sex; now Chad was heating up Sawyer's passion once again for his balls, using conversation.
It was awesome the way Chad would talk nasty, never knowing what erotic even meant. He would say whatever popped into his head. It was queer driven jabbering, but to Sawyer, hearing it was heavenly.
"You're a hungry baby!!" Chad would tell Sawyer. He said the same thing when they had sex at Sage Brush Creek. Chad didn't like the word, "baby" but he would use it, when getting his cock sucked. Then, it was different.
"You gonna feed me?" breathed Sawyer pleading with Chad.
"I saved it for you," mumbled Chad, pulling Sawyer up and kissing his lips and face. Sawyer was his everything.
"I should wash my cock," Chad whispered like it was a secret.
"That's my job. I'm washing for you; just don't forget to feed me."
"I won't."
It was then, they spotted a rider coming faster than a cyclone wind, Chad's cock was back in his pants and they were adjusting their saddle cinches, to look occupied. Jesse was coming straight towards them.
"Hankering rat tail, you scared the living daylights out of me."
"Suppose it was pa coming, you would be in deep shit," scolded Jesse.
"Why, did you see anything nasty goin on between the horses?"
"Nope didn't see nasty, but did see a couple of homos, hanging on to each other," admitted Jesse.
"Jesse is right; we can't be doin dirty, where folks can catch a gander."
"I'm too shaken up for sex right now, admitted Sawyer. "You guys do whatever you want,"
"I shore could use a poke, if Chad's obliging" mumbled Jesse, looking at Chad's hard packed butt. "Wanna help a brother out?"
"Yup, sounds mighty tempting," agreed Chad.
"I'll fuck you `till the rooster crows," bragged Jesse pushing his hips forward showing the package of all packages. He had more cock than you could hang on a fence, it made perfect sense.
Chad looked longingly at the bulge of prime meat. "That's a lot of rooster," he said. "Okay, I could use a deep cum deposit."
"Deep is just what I need. My nuts will be slapping at your back door." Jesse proudly stated, his cock was already hard and outline on the right side of his jeans.
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