"Return of the Denton Boys"
Part 4
A barn raising is a big event; however, Ezra considered his building, nothing like a barn raising. It was a modest bunkhouse addition.
Clayton and Sara Phinny were the closest neighbors to the Denton's, after the Higgins went to California. Clayton had four sons, a plain looking daughter, and two farm helpers running their ranch. He stopped by, offering to help Ezra with the bunkhouse.
"Naw, much obliged Clay, but my boys can handle it. I ain't figuring a big happening doing this," said Ezra passing coffee to Clay Phinny sitting in the rattan chair on the stoop.
"Can you use some lumber? I got a heap of decent boards left from a barn raising last spring. It's piled up in my barn taking up space, when a neighbor could use some respectable wood, I say, "Pass it along."
"Shore can, I will buy it from you," said Ezra.
"You'll do no such thing. I'm offering, not selling," Clay replied, picking up a biscuit from a dish sitting on a table.
"Nah, that doesn't sound right to me. If I can use the wood, I can pay for it. That's what sound fair to me," continued Ezra.
"Yur a tough man Denton – yes sir, a tough man. Chew on it some, and let me know. I got to be getting back to the place. My boys are breaking wild horses and I have to check on bones and bruises. He set the cup down and left.
"What was all that about," asked Clara, picking up the empty cups.
"It was Clayton Phinny, wanting to help with the bunkhouse addition."
"That's right neighborly. They certainly are friendlier than the snooty Higgins. I'm pleased that Pearl Higgins is out of here. California can have both of them.
"Now ma, be nice," stammered Ezra trying to avoid her sharp words.
Guitar music accompanied by a harmonica was coming from the bunkhouse. Sawyer and Rudy were playing and singing country ballads and Tommy was accompanying them with his harmonica. The sound was wildly appetizing and a surprise to everyone, especially Ezra.
The boys in the bunkhouse were not, "nestled all snug in their beds," but they were leaning back and listening.
"Down in the valley the valley so low - Hang your head over, hear the wind blow, Hear the wind blow love, hear the wind blow..."
"They sure can wail out some fetching tunes," mumbled Chad, teary eyed. He was showing a gentle side, almost weak, and didn't care who saw it.
The sky twinkled with thousands of stars as Sawyer, Rudy and Tommy sat on the stoop with ma and pa Denton, singing songs that Rudy had wrote. The strumming of guitar strings filled the dark night guaranteeing a brighter morning. It was only dreaming, still the music affected everyone, so how bad can dreaming be?
Chad had a difficult time sleeping that night after watching Sawyer with Rudy. He wanted to jump from his bunk and crawl in with him. Sawyer was just that lovable, in Chad's eyes.
In the morning Hank asked if everybody slept well, since they were beginning the bunkhouse addition that morning. Everybody said –"yes."
Chad took Sawyer aside and whispered – "I didn't sleep well, you kept me awake watching you sleep. I kissed you many times, held you close, and cuddled with my cock inside of you keeping me warm.
Sawyer looked at Chad from the corner of his eye and motioned towards the door. He got up having an instant longing, and went outside to the barn. Chad followed, and with the barn door closed, Sawyer was on his knees sucking the energy from the man he not only loved, but owned heart and soul.
Chad's balls did a `happy dance' and his cock delivered Sawyer his well-earned effort. For the last four years, they have been romping together in and out of bed. It was always wonderful however Chad wanted to get back to serious love making. He wanted that badly.
Caring for the animals takes priority using brains, muscle and grit. The livestock out to pasture were mostly grass fed but still got a diet of corn and grain.
"What are you thinking about," Sawyer asked Chad as they rode towards the old Higgins place to check on the livestock grazing in the lower pasture.
"I was hoping we didn't find a broken fence needing repair. Why d'ya ask that?" Chad continued, stopping so they could talk.
"What's in my head doesn't mean I gotta tell you what I'm thinking."
"You always do."
Chad looked between Sawyers legs and he was fully aroused. He was reminded how fiery Sawyer looked sitting erect with legs spread. He shore made a cowboy proud just being his friend. "The Higgins house...you wanna?" asked Chad. Completing the question wasn't necessary that always meant sex to Sawyer.
Sawyer's head dipped to one side. Through a slight fuzz of whiskers, he licked his lips and grabbed his crotch. It was his way of telling Chad he wanted his pecker sucked. He had been stewing on it all morning. Oh yeah, Sawyer wanted to go to the house in the worse way.
Together they were a whole lot of everything. They used one another like homo whores, and did what felt good to them. Every time, was as exciting as the first time.
Chad nodded encouragement, yet concerned about getting miles of fence line checked and back to the bunkhouse by meal time.
Fence fixing was a wrangler's least favorite chore however Chad and Sawyer liked doing it. It meant they could be alone and most times managed to get naked together, knowing they were completely safe.
At the Higgins house, the door was barely closed when Chad undressed Sawyer. They fumbled getting out of their clothes flopping down on an old bunk left in the empty house.
Chad used every bit of experience he knew on Sawyer, masturbating him with his lips and mouth. Chad made little growling sounds like a hungry coyote drawing cock to the back of his throat each time. At one point he thought he was going to choke; but dang, this was Sawyer Denton in his mouth and a little discomfort was worth it.
Getting Sawyer's pecker to spit a load was easy, he was so worked up and ready to explode at any moment; and explode he did. Cum shot into Chad's mouth with his lips controlling it the best he could. He was good at getting the cream out, but timid about swallowing it.
"Shuck the cock feeding, spit it out," barked Sawyer, "Yuh don't have to take that."
Chad shook his head NO; instead flipped Sawyer's legs into the air and on to his shoulders. He spread his ass cheeks and spit the warm cum from his mouth into Sawyer's sweet little puckered hole.
"Whew, dang blasted, little whore, now I can talk," Chad mumbled rubbing his gorgeous cock against Sawyer's ass. Gorgeous, is not an exaggeration. His pecker was long, straight, and smooth with no bends, curves, veins or extra skin showing. Dang blasted thing looked store bought. Many cowboys, from that era, had slimy `fucked up' peckers, but not Chad.
Chad fucked Sawyer lovingly as if he was his bride on their wedding night. His usual manor of plunging and banging away like Jesse, the animal, would fuck somebody, didn't happen.
He took his time talking and kissin constantly telling Sawyer how much he loved him. Sawyer's arms clung to Chad so single-mindedly that his eyes rolled back in his head. There was no denying these two cowboys were in love. Not tingly silly love, but flesh soaking real love.
They didn't realize how good they were together, nevertheless good or bad, they had to keep it a secret. Yep, being special is tough love.
"That's it baby, let's go check the dang fence line. You know how Hank gets; even though we are Denton's, we follow orders," clamored Chad, pulling on his boots.
"Yep, gotta get movin," Sawyer mumbled agreeing with Chad. "You shore know how to use what you have down there," he continued, kissing him one more time.
"Yup, don't yuh know it?" smiled Chad.
"My butt knows it, that's for sure," Confessed Sawyer.
"I have a pecker that thinks positive. We should do it all over again tomorrow."
"I'd sure admire it, if you would," agreed Sawyer.
To be continued – Please remember Nifty. Thank you.