"The Denton Boys"
Part 8 ******
Sunrise came quickly with Jesse being the first to open his eyes. He laid in bed watching the sky like burning fire, as the sun crept over the horizon. You could hear animals stirring and noises coming from the horse stalls.
Jesse pulled on socks, then his britches and grabbed his work shirt from a chair sitting next to the bed. He sat down on the bed to pull on his boots moving the bed just slightly pushing his foot into the boot.
"Sawyer rolled over, blinked his eyes and stretched. His dick was firm with morning stiffness, yet of no concern to either of them.
"Tis morning brother Jesse, is that coffee I smell and bacon?"
"Believe it is, eggs too when we get our butts out there, and sitting at the table. You know how ma wants us at meal time."
Jesse leaned against the bunk bed and ran his fingers through Sawyer's hair.
"Whatta you doin?" asked Sawyer.
"Touching my good looking brother,"
Sawyer had a handsome head of light brown hair curled over his ears. Say what you will – they were a team. Sometimes, Jesse liked touching Sawyer, for no reason at all. He just wanted to be near him.
Sawyer slid off his bunk and Jesse handed him his britches. He dressed quickly and the two of them were at the breakfast table, when pa got his second cup of coffee.
"You never did say what you boys did in town yesterday," questioned ma.
"Not a heapin load of much, that's for sure," added Jesse.
"What do you call, "not heapin," asked Ezra.
"We went around the cattle yard checkin stock and counting cows. The town was jumpin with people; we meandered around getting a beer and reading signs like the one on the jailhouse."
"We met Chad, at the livery stable. He said to give a "howdy," to you and ma. I forgot to say that last night." Sawyer admitted.
"Chad is a 'wind-some' kind of cowpoke, and I misjudged that young man. I didn't trust him in the beginning, but I was powerful wrong about that." concluded pa.
"I figured from the start he was decent. Women know about such things. A right lookin young man, so forceful, yet kinda sweet," said Clara.
"I wouldn't say, "sweet" mumbled pa.
"Oh for land's sake, nobody gives a hoot, what you would say!" added Clara.
"Chad, wants me to go to Colorado and be his prospecting partner, panning for gold," announced Sawyer.
"Oh my – Colorado!" replied Clara. "Jesse, did he ask you to go, too?" "Naw, I wasn't there. I was at the corral."
"Now hold on there," interjected their pa. "Getting rich just ain't happening. Don't be running off with some gold fever cowpoke to Colorado. Without help around here, we wouldn't make it. I would have to hire farm hands, and that would take the money ma saved in the sugar bowl."
Ezra not wanting to lose his boys was selfish. He wanted them to stay working on the farm. He dreaded having them `getting hitched,' and moving on. He kept dodging the topic of marriage, but recognized he would have to deal with it someday.
"Don't be filling their heads with that marriage talk again," barked pa, "Time enough for sparkin later."
"Nah, don't fret over anybody leaving. We're not goin away from the farm." Sawyer assured them.
"When yur married to some young lady, that will be different," said their ma.
"I wish ma would stop with the getting hitched talk. It's okay for you Jesse, but I can't see myself humping a woman every night. It just isn't me," said Sawyer.
"Too bad, you like men, but you know you will have to do it eventually."
"Do what eventually?" Sawyer asked.
"Marry a woman!"
"I will worry about that quandary later," stammered Sawyer.
They swigged down what coffee was in their cups and headed to the barn. "Whew, that was close?" said Sawyer. – "Yeah, too dang close," agreed Jesse.
"Somethings are hard to figure out," said Jesse as they got out of range of the house.
"What do you mean, hard to figure out?"
"Take, for example; you gobble my pecker suckin like a new born calf and I want you to do it. See, there are some things hard to figure out."
"I don't think about it. It feels passable to me. I can't say I would do suckin with other cowpokes, except one," confessed Sawyer.
"What are you talking about?" asked Jesse, "except one!"
"Never mind, I have jawed enough already. You check the cows in the barn, and I'll tend to the hen house, and be back to help directly."
"Okay," Jesse agreed.
They finished their morning chores and Jesse went to the upper pasture to help his pa mend fences. Sawyer went to the river to bathe. He liked feeling clean. His work pants smelled like the chicken coop.
Sawyer yearned to smell clover fresh, as much as possible. Life on the farm was nothing but work. There was no way to get away from work, but it was their life, and they loved doing it.
It was stressful when hormones ravished a young body with thoughts constantly about getting off. Sawyer was sex driven, no denying that. His brother Jesse was even more so! He talked about plugging holes and naked women all the time. That's the pure truth!
One time, attending a rodeo, Jesse watched a cowpoke with an absurd luscious butt, bounce up and down on a horse. Jesse talked about his ass for days. Sawyer wondered why a straight man would do that.
Sawyer removed his boots putting his feet in the water. A small garter snake slithered under his hand on the ground, but he ignored it. As a farm boy although, a bit of a dude at times, Sawyer, possessed a sense of what is, and what is not. He didn't worry about a little garter snake. That would be a stretch. A rattlesnake would have been a different story.
Somebody came up behind him, tapping his shoulder. It was Jesse.
Dang, you scared five years out of me; I thought it was an animal." barked Sawyer, lifting his feet from the water.
"Hah, what are you jawing about, with a story like that – what animal? Pa had me find you. He needs help with a tree that fell on a gate and pushed it over. We got the tree off, but he needs both of us to getter nailed back up."
Sawyer put his boots on over wet feet. "Let's go!"
Jesse threw his legs over the saddle, of a large horse, like a Cheyenne brave. He was downright amazing, the things he did with ease. With both men on the same horse, Sawyer held his brother, from behind around his waist.
"Hang on," said Jesse. "Not there, you ninny. Leave the pecker be."
"My fingers slipped," whispered Sawyer returning his arms back around Jesse's waist. "There, is that better?"
"Homo," - mumbled Jesse. "You sur like getting your mitts on my dick."
"Stop using that word "Homo!" I ain't ever touching that thing again," whispered Sawyer, only pretending.
"Hush up, I didn't say `homo', it must be the wind howling," cried Jesse.
"I'm only funning with yuh," admitted Sawyer.
"I sorta figured that, my pecker would get powerful needy without my brother handling things." Jesse admitted.
"I've been thinking `bout trying something else." Suggested Jesse.
"What?"
"I want to see if my pecker will fit in your butt hole. I think it would; wanna try it?"
"I know it would fit," said Sawyer. "I have done it before and it didn't hurt much, but really felt good."
"Go on – yur just storyin, unless you are giving your butt hole to Chad."
"I ain't talkin."
"You already did. C'mon on brother, we're a team."
"Later," whispered Sawyer.
"When later?"
"Geeze, now who's the homo." Said Sawyer.
"Okay, I won't say it again," agreed Jesse. "I know you will want my big hog in that little hole someday."
"Sawyer squeezed Jesse's crotch grabbing a handful of warm flesh. Brother Jess, - I love you."
"Me too," replied Jesse, rubbing his hand over his brothers ass, thinking how great it would feel, riding that sweet tight butt, like a bull.
The gate was back in place in no time at all. The stock would not be running loose, any longer.
They grew up as farm boys, now young men, doing chores and united with remarkable work ethics, including delirious gay sex. They made a hideaway in the hayloft, closed in with bales of hay, from the fields. They were the only ones who climbed up there. From the loft, they always knew if somebody was coming to the barn, but nobody ever did.
Two mounts were tied to the hitching rail in front of the house. "Who can that be"" asked Jesse.
"Don't know, but the paint horse looks familiar. I think maybe it's Chad." Replied Sawyer. "I wonder what brings him out here today!"
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