"Wichita"
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I have my own rainbow to chase, not seeing anything like this before. Jack and pa were hitting it off like old friends. This wrangler had a way about him I can't explain, to where it makes sense. Watching Jack, looking at horses with his foot on the rail fence, drew his jeans tightly across his rooster moving butt. Dang, it made me want to fuck a cowboy.
He strutted with a hillbilly walk making me jealous of his command of the surroundings. It's called "style" and not many cowboys have it, the way Jack had it. Many cowpokes have plenty of the stuff from the waist down that counts but, "style" is not among them, just cock. On second thought, who needs style?
Pa explained to Jack, that it was just the two of us doing what needed to be done. We had a hired hand at one time, but he left suddenly, and pa did nothing to replace him. It was something he has since regretted, and spends his time complaining about it. Pa was talking about work, was testing Jack as somebody who might be a hired hand. However, Jack had a job waiting at the Marshal's office. He wasn't interested in farm work.
We walked back to the house where ma was outside loading up firewood to bring into the kitchen. Before even a regular, "Howdy," Jack took the wood out of her arms.
"Ma'am, you are not totin wood with me standing here. Lead the way and show me where to put it. "By the way I'm Jack."
Ma looked at us with a puzzled expression never expecting a stranger to bring in the wood. However, she liked cowboys who were gentlemen, and if I guess correctly, Jack was one of them. I saw coming, and correct as usual, another "A" on his report card. I knew how ma reacted when she liked, somebody. She fussed over Jack making sure he had plenty to eat at super time. Jack constantly replied, "thank you ma'am and much appreciated. Pa liked him too, but nothing like the way I wanted him.
Jack was dog-tired, and it was beginning to show. He had been up before daylight thrashing around on a train for a ten hour trip to Wichita plus everything that followed for the last fourteen hours. I was glad I didn't leave him on the street in Wichita, to find a horse stable to sleep on straw, for the night.
"Ma'am, Mrs. Preston, if you have a blanket to spare, I would like to call it a day and stretch out in the barn, for some needed sleep. – much appreciated for the meal," Jack added."
"The barn! – Why you will do no such thing. In the barn! Why I won't hear of it. You are staying right here. Curly has double bunks, and there is plenty of room to share."
"Come with me," I said to Jack. I'll show you where, to get some shut-eye."
"We left hearing ma talking to pa. "I like him, and Curly needs a friend." She said speaking softly, but we still heard her.
"I figured you would. It's a shame he is moving on in the morning. Fine young man – yup, mighty fine," agreed pa.
The room was dark so we put light on the subject, so Jack could look around. "Where do you want me to bunk," he said putting his arm around my neck pulling me closer to him.
"Wherever you want. I'll be next to you," I chattered.
"Suppose your folks, come in, and we are in bed together. How will that look." Jack asked but not really too concerned about it.
It will look fuckin hot, seriously, this is where we sleep. The bunks pushed together will look like it's supposed to look." I told Jack, and then kissed him. It was nothing passionate, just a "shut the fuck up, sort of kiss." I left the room, only to return later ready for bed.
Jack was already asleep. He had bottoms on, but naked from the waist up and resting facing the wall. I removed my clothes and crawled in beside him. He was somebody I needed, and wanted badly, to hold in my arms. I didn't disturb him; instead I fell asleep, lying back to back. It wasn't romantic, and didn't have to be. What mattered was, being together, half naked, and in bed.
I believe Kismet was in the air, waiting for us to come together with little effort. I never had a plan for anything nasty. I only wanted Jack closer, and our bodies connecting. What can I say, it's gay life, and there is so much to know, for a farm boy turned cowboy.
The night past seeming like only minutes with an orange glow slowly creeping into the sky. Ah, yes, it was morning already. Jack was still seeping, but had turned and resting against my bare back. I felt him move and then his hand came across my back and he was holding me, gently but still holding me.
""Mornin," I whispered.
"You're so warm," he mumbled.
"Yeah, it's warm in here," I replied.
"That's not what I mean," he whispered back. I rolled around facing him and touched his furry chest feeling stiff, (very stiff) cannon poking me in the groin. His hand went between my legs, and my cock had found some morning company. We pushed together touching between each other's legs searching for parts no longer needing to be private.
Let's face it; cock is what we were after. Sex is what we wanted so there was no mistaking the morning agenda.
I rested my head on his abdomen, nibbling and kissing his stomach. However, Jack didn't care for `little boy' playing around. He wanted to get sucked off and told me so. I am smart enough to just get the hell down there, and go for it. I have been thinking dirty since I saw this stud step from the stage. I'm a slutty cowpoke or at least making a good crack at it.
I stroked his thighs and ran my fingers through Jack's crotch hair. I wanted everything to be right. This homo jaunt was a first, fucking around with a cowboy, with ma and pa in the next room.
Jack had a furry track of dark hair around his cock. Yeah, he was bushy all right. This was nothing new, and the urge to taste, was ridiculous. I considered nibbling my way down his fury chest, chewing on some pubic hair, (the usual routine) I skipped all that instead buried my face directly between his legs., going for the meat, - now that's' saying something.
There would be time for licking, sniffing, and sucking balls later. Right now I craved a wrangler's pecker sticky wetness from those hairy balls. Jack stretched out giving himself to me completely and I loved that. I plundered the living hell out of him and he flooded my mouth with cum, exactly as planned. This cowboy had a cock truly mesmerizing, and I used my time wisely, to get as much lovin as I could. It could only get better, I just knew it, and you'd think so too - wouldn't you?
I wasn't used to this one step at a time thing. Evidentially Jack was, so I had to play by the rules that I thought didn't exist.
Now he was going to town by himself, and then returning to bring the buckskin stallion back to pa.
I never knew easy sex, turning out to be difficult based on a fuckin job. I had to think...
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