Drillin' the Driller -- Part 7
This is a fictional story between adult males set in Wyoming a while ago. While I did work in construction and oil drilling rigs in my younger days I used that experience for creating the setting and this is a work of fiction. Pretty much. More or less. And please consider supporting Nifty so that we may continue to enjoy these stories: https://donate.nifty.org/
Chapter 7: Catching the Wind
Josh awoke with Clint's arms around him. He looked around the room, the early morning sunshine shone through the motel window. Josh pulled out of Clint's arms, climbed out of bed, and fixed a pot of coffee. C'mon, sunshine" he called out to Clint, "you said you wanted to get an early start". Clint opened his eyes, yawned, stretched his arms, and climbed out of bed. He walked over to Josh and kissed him on the cheek. "Yep, I do want an early start. I've been looking forward to this camping and hunting trip up in the Wind River range since my trip last year. Let's just have coffee and get going. It's less than two hours to Pinedale, we'll stop for a late breakfast there. I know a place that serves breakfast all day". He got dressed and then started carrying their camping gear out the back of his pickup. They finished up their coffee, and Josh helped carry out the rest of their gear, and they started out. "We just go up Highway 191 to Pinedale, and then it's half an hour out on a dirt road out to Jack and Nell's place". "Jack and Nell?" Josh questioned. "Jack is the rancher I told you about, where I hire the horses and pack mule. Nell is his wife. Jack and I grew up around Pinedale. Jack inherited the ranch from an uncle, lucky stiff, it's a beautiful place". "Oh, Pinedale is where you grew up?" Clint nodded. "Do your parents still live there?". "Far as I know" Clint replied curtly. "You don't want to stop by and see them?". "Fuck no! When my old man kicked me out of the house for being queer he said he hoped he'd never see me again. I'm happy to oblige".
They drove on. The terrain was mostly barren, rocky with sagebrush dotting the land. After an hour or so the highway began to climb in elevation, and off in the distance, they began to see the peaks of the mountains of the Wind River range. They pulled into Pinedale, a small, neat ranching community. A church seemed to be on every corner, interspersed with motels, stores, and cafes. Clint pulled into the Ranch House Café. They took a seat in a booth and pulled menus out of a stand with condiments. A waitress came over to greet them. "Morning fellas" she greeted them. "Coffee?". "No, we're coffee'd up. A Coke would be nice" Clint replied. Josh nodded. "Same". She brought the drinks. "You fellas know what you want?". "I'll have the steak breakfast. That comes with hash browns and eggs?" Clint questioned. She nodded. "Eggs over easy". "Same for me" Josh nodded. The waitress looked at Clint curiously. "Clint, is that you? Clint Hardwick?". "Yep," Clint nodded. "You don't remember me?" Clint smiled, as he tried to remember". "I'm Jeanine, we went to school together". "Yes, yes, of course," Clint assured her. "Well, you're looking as pretty as ever". "Oh, you! You were always such a nice, polite fella. You look good, too. How long has it been? Ten years?'. "At least" Clint agreed. She shifted her gaze to Josh. "This is Josh, my good friend". "Nice to meet you, Josh. What brings you fellas to Pinedale?". "Elk hunting" Clint replied. "We're going camping up in the Wind River range for 10 days, and hopefully bring an elk back". "Ten days? Just the two of you?". Clint nodded. "Well, that should be fun for the two of you. Well, I'll get your food going for you".
"Do you remember her?" Josh questioned after she had left. "No, not really. But I never paid much attention to the girls, I knew what I liked early on". Josh chuckled. Jeanine brought their food, and they dug in. As they were finishing Jeanine brought the check. She hesitated before she spoke. "You know, Clint, when you left so suddenly, without finishing school and all, there was some talk about why you left so suddenly. But I never paid it no mind, to each their own is my attitude. It's good to see you look so happy, both of you look happy. I hope both of you have a real good time up in the mountains together". Clint smiled. Thanks, Jeanine, `ppreciate that. And good to see you again".
They drove out of town, and Clint turned north off the highway onto a narrow-paved road. The pavement gave way to a dirt road after a few miles, and they turned into an even narrower road. Whitebark birch trees lined the road, and then the terrain opened up to a large, lush green valley. Clint pulled up to the hitching posts in front of the beautiful log-framed house, with a mortared rock façade in the front. Clint tooted the horn lightly, turned the motor off, and climbed out. A slender, blonde-haired lady came out the front door and walked out to greet them. "Clint! So good to see you, it's been much too long since I've seen you!". She wrapped her arms around Clint and hugged him warmly. She stepped back and looked at Josh. "And Nell, this is my good friend Josh". She extended her hand to shake Josh's hand but then thought better of it and hugged him. "Any friend of Clint's is a friend of mine and more than welcome in my house. And Jack, what have you been up to? We haven't seen you since hunting season last fall, and you usually stop by in the spring and summer to visit". "Well, work has been steady down in Rock Springs, and good pay" Clint replied. "So, I've been bustin' ass and working hard and saving up my money. I'd like to have a place like this someday. Well, I could never afford a place as nice as this, but a place to call my home, with a roof over my head will do just fine". "Well, we sure never could afford a place like this, as you know. Jack's uncle never married and always had a shining for Jack, and left it to us. Poor fool always insisted he could bale hay by himself, and fell off the tractor and got run over. So, did you and Josh meet in Rock Springs?". "Yes" Josh spoke up, "I was working as a geologist for a company which had a well there, and sent me out to learn the drilling business. A good friend introduced us". "Interesting" Nell said. "Well, I'm glad you're going up there in the mountains with Clint. I always worried about Clint going up there all by himself, and winding up getting eaten by a grizzly bear". "It would have to be an awfully hungry grizzly bear to get through my tough hide" Clint joked. They all laughed. "Well, Jack is out in the barn getting your horses ready". "Right" Clint replied. "Well, great to see you, and we'll get more time to visit when we get back. And if you happen to have one of your delicious apple pies around, I promise not to eat it all by myself". Nell laughed. "Well, I'll make a couple of pies, just in case". Clint turned to get back in the truck. Nell turned toward Josh. "Jack has so been looking forward to Clint's visit" she whispered, winked her eye, and went back to the house.
Clint pulled up to the barn and climbed out. Jack came out of the barn. Josh's first impression was how huge the man was. He was at least 6'4" tall, with a broad, barrel chest, and thick, strong legs. His handsome, smooth face was topped with neatly cropped light brown hair. He strode up to Clint and embraced him in a bear hug; Clint wrapped his arms around him. Their embrace lingered, and then Jack broke it off. "Clint, where the hell have you been, buddy? It's been too goddamned long since you came for a visit". "Well, I was explained to Nell, I've been making good money in Rock Springs, so been bustin' my ass". "Well, good money' ain't all it's cracked up to be. You gotta take time to smell the roses. Git your ass up here more often". Jack turned toward Josh. "And who's your little buddy?". Josh initially took offense at little buddy', but then considering how huge Jack was, he brushed it off. "This is my good buddy Josh". Josh put out his to shake Jack's hand; Jack brushed it aside and embraced Josh in a bear hug. "Well, any good buddy of Clint's is a good buddy of mine," he said, breaking off his hug on Josh. "Well, I imagine you're in a hurry to get started, you always are". He looked up at the sky. "I figure you got 6 to 7 hours `till nightfall. Here, let me help you get your gear".
They carried their gear into the barn and set it next to the pack mule. Clint began fastening their camping gear to the mule as Josh helped. "So, Clint?" Jack called out from behind them. "You still willin' to help out a fella in need?". Josh looked at Clint quizzically, and Clint motioned with his eyes to turn around. Josh turned around and his mouth dropped open at the sight in front of him: Jack's pants were pulled down to his knees. He stroked his large hard cock with a broad smile on his face. Clint turned around and burst into a chuckle. "Glad to see you still got those needs. You know I'm always willin' to help out". He turned to Josh. "Jack was the guy who my ma caught me with his dick in my mouth". "Yeah!", Jack snorted. "And I was just getting' ready to shoot my load down your throat when she caught us. She made such a fuss I had to git the hell outta there. But you've been so good at comin' around every now and then to take care of things". Jack looked over at Josh. "Now, don't git the wrong idea here. I've always liked women, and I sure love my wife. But she hates sucking dick, which is just as well, cause she's really bad at it. But Clint here sure knows how to make my dick feel like a king for a day. So, how bout it Clint? C'mon over and chow down on it!". Clint pushed Josh's shoulder gently. "C'mon, Josh, let's both suck on it". Josh looked into Clint's eyes, questioningly. "C'mon, Josh, can't you see the poor guy is hurtin'? It's been almost a year since Jack has had some decent head, so let's both help him out, together". Josh followed as Clint knelt down in front of Jack and licked the tip of his cock. "You lick his balls, and take them one at a time in your mouth and suck like hell, Jack loves the shit outta that. And I'll take care of this". He dove down on Jack's cock, driving it deep into his mouth, while Josh took one of his balls into his mouth and sucked. "Oh, fuck yeah!" Jack moaned lustfully. "Two for the price of one, I'm in heaven! Suck me! Suck me!". Clint sucked greedily, as Josh ravished his balls. Jack moaned lustfully. At length Clint pulled off Jack's cock. "Your turn, Josh. Suck it good, and control your gag reflex and take it down your throat, that drives Jack wild".
Clint nodded approvingly as Josh dove down on Jack's cock, and scooted around behind Josh. He undid Josh's belt, pulled his pants down to his knees, and dove into his puckered hole with his tongue. He swirled his tongue around Josh's hole until it loosened up, and thrust his tongue inside. Josh began to moan around Jack's cock. "Oh my gosh!" Jack whispered hoarsely, "I didn't know two fellas could do that kinda thing". "Yeah", Clint whispered back, "Josh loves me eating out his ass, and it makes him want it, it makes him need it. You remember that time you talked me into letting you fuck me?". "Yeah, I liked that, a lot, you were so nice and tight. But I could tell you didn't like it so much". "Well, no, I didn't," Clint agreed, "but Josh loves taking it up the ass, and I've got it loosened and slicked up with my tongue. How about you fuck Josh, while I fuck his face?". Jack smiled. "OK, you talked me into it". Clint pulled Josh off of Jack's cock. "How about it, Josh? You up for it?". "If that's what you want me to do," Josh said simply. "No!" Clint said firmly. "Only if that's what you want to do. I will always want to do something only if that's what you also want to do". Josh smiled sheepishly. "OK, yeah, that's what I want to do. It sounds really wild, a little kinky, and really slutty. Let's do it!". Josh scooted around so his ass was in front of Jack, and dove into Clint's rock-hard cock beckoning him. Jack knelt in front of the large, round ass inviting him inside. He pressed the head of his cock against the hole and pushed it in. He paused, but meeting no resistance pressed inward, until his cock was inside full length, enveloped in tight, velvety warmth. "That's it" Josh murmured around the cock in his mouth, "fuck me, fuck me hard! I want it, I need it! I need it real bad! Give it to me, as hard as you can!". Jack began a furious assault on Josh's ass, rutting away wildly. As Jack pulled back and then rammed his long cock back in full length it thrust Josh forward, thrusting Clint's cock down his throat. When Jack and Clint pulled back Josh gasped for air and cried out "Fuck yeah! Give it to me! I fucking love it! Make me your bitch!", and then another gulp of air before hard cocks on both ends were thrust into him. For Josh, it seemed like it continued for an eternity, and he was more than content to let it continue. Clint caught Jack's eye, and he nodded. "Ready for my load, Josh?" Jack shouted. "I'm going to breed you and make you my bitch!". Josh felt Jack's cock spasm as cum erupted deep inside him, and felt Clint's cum spray down his throat.
They both pulled out of Josh and sat back, catching their breath as they smiled broadly. Josh lay on his stomach, propped up on his elbows, smiling contentedly. Clint looked at his ass, his hole was gaping open, a cream pie of cum in the center. Josh noticed Clint's gaze. "You wanna fuck me now? I'm up for it". "Didn't you cum?" Clint questioned. "Are you kidding? I came twice. The first time without touching myself, from Jack's cock battering against my prostate. Then I jerked myself off a second time because everything felt so fucking hot". Clint smiled. "Well, I'll take a raincheck on that. If we're going to make camp before nightfall we gotta get going". They fastened and straightened up their clothes, led their horses out of the barn, and mounted up. They led the pack mule with a rope. "Well, you fellas have a real good time and good huntin'" Jack called out. "And when you git back, come early, I'll be needing some help with my needs again, OK?" Clint tipped his cowboy hat. "You can count on it".
The trail climbed steadily up the mountain. Jack's ranch was in a grassy valley, and soon the trail climbed up to a thick conifer forest. Then there were breaks in the forest in valleys where the terrain was too rocky for trees, but thick luscious grass flourished, and they could see jagged peaks off in the distance. "Um, Clint," Josh began, "Don't you think Nell knows what you and Jack do?". "Huh? I dunno, I never really thought about that, what makes you say that?". "When you went back toward your truck she whispered to me that Jack had been so looking forward to your visit', and then she winked at me. I didn't think much about it at the time, but considering how quickly Jack was ready to have his sexual needs attended to, I'm now putting two and two together". Clint shrugged. "Well if she does suspect something she's probably happy someone else takes care of giving Jack some good head. Jack said she didn't like doing that". "I don't think she' suspects' anything; she knows" Josh insisted, "but apparently she's cool with it. And did it ever occur to you that maybe Jack is at least bisexual?". "I dunno" Clint replied, "It's not something I would ever talk to him about. We've been friends for a long time, and I like what we have, and he likes what we have too". "Yeah, but he sure enjoyed fucking the daylights outta me. And you said that he talked you into letting him fuck you once, but you didn't like it". Clint coughed and cleared his throat. "Well, to tell the truth, I did like it. I can be versatile, and I was actually diggin' the hell out of him banging my ass, and damn, he's got a big one. But I lied and told him it hurt and asked him to stop". "Why?". "Because I didn't want to be his bitch". "Whaat?". "I didn't want to be his bitch" Clint repeated. "That would take things to a whole different level, and I didn't want to go there. We're buddies, special buddies, I guess, but I want to remain just his special buddy, who just happens to like giving him some great head, and he loves getting it". Josh considered it. "Ok. But fucking a dude is a line most straight guys won't cross". "Yeah, I guess" Clint agreed. "I think he did it for me". "What?" "We go way back. I talked him into `fooling around' when we were just kids. Jack would do anything for me, and I would do anything for him. He didn't talk me into letting him fuck me, I was the one who talked him into it because I thought that was what I wanted. And I think he fucked you because he thought that's what I wanted, and what you wanted". "Huh, interesting. Well, he sure seemed to enjoy himself". Clint snorted. "Well, you sure egged him on with your slutty talk: 'I need it real bad! Give it to me! Make me your bitch'!". Josh blushed. "Well, he did get me going. He's built like a bull, and he was rutting in me like a bull. Maybe you should try it that way sometime, and see what you get".
The trail broke out of conifer trees and a small valley opened up before them. "Look!" Clint whispered hoarsely. "There's a herd of deer ahead there. Josh watched as the herd of deer reacted nervously to their approach. The buck eyed them carefully, surveying his herd of does and the spring's fawns. "And look" Clint whispered, "there's a bull elk down at the edge of the trees". Josh spotted him and admired his large rack of antlers. The herd of deer trotted off, but the bull elk remained, watching their movement carefully. They entered a grove of trees, and then the elk was behind them. "He was a nice one," Josh said admiringly. "Why don't you go back and shoot him?". Clint shook his head. "No. I wouldn't want to shoot him because he wasn't afraid. He was challenging us, watching us carefully if we tried anything, but he had no fear. I respect him for that. And when I shoot any animal I'd rather they not see it coming". "Hmmm, OK" Josh said respectfully. "But, back to what we were talking about: You're not OK being Jack's bitch, but you're OK with me being his bitch?". Clint shrugged his shoulders. "Well, as long as it's not a regular thing, I guess". "Why not?". Clint looked at Josh sharply. "Because you're my . . . ". "Because I'm YOUR bitch?" Josh finished it for him. "Fuck no! You're NOT my bitch'. I was just looking for the right word. As long as it's not a regular thing because, um, you're my man, my special man, my partner". "I'm your partner?" Josh repeated. "That's the best you can do?". "What do you want me to say?". "Because you love me would be nice". Clint pulled back on the reins and stopped his horse, and stared at Josh. "I thought you knew that". "But you never tell me that". Clint frowned. "It's always been hard for me to say that word. Growing up we never said that word, it was do this, do that', shithead". "Well, you're all grown up now" Josh insisted, "and it's really not that hard a word to say". Clint looked into Josh's eyes. "Fine! I don't want you to be anyone's bitch because I'm hopelessly in love with you, and want you just for myself. Happy now?". Josh smiled. "Yes. And I kinda like you, too". "Kinda like me?" Clint repeated. "That's the best YOU can do?". Josh cocked his head. "Well, if you can't see that I'm also hopelessly in love with you, then you're an idiot". "Well, I'm not an idiot". "Good".
In the late afternoon, they stopped by a bubbling creek to take a break. "How's your ass doing?" Clint questioned. "Huh? Jack reamed my ass pretty good, but I'm OK". Clint laughed. "I didn't mean the inside, I meant the outside, on the saddle. You're not used to riding a horse, are you getting saddle sore yet?". "Oh yeah, I am getting a little sore from the saddle". "Well, let's double up and both ride my horse, with you in my lap" Clint offered. "It will be more comfortable than the saddle. And by the way, you're leaking Jack's cum, look at the seat of your pants, you've got a big wet spot". Josh looked around and saw it. "Oh, yeah". Clint dipped a cup into the creek and drank deeply, and then refilled it and offered it to Josh. "Well, you'll get used to the saddle in a day or two, but I don't want you to get saddle sores. He fastened Josh's horse to the mule's lead, and reached into a saddle bag. "Here, put on these pants, and we'll spread your pants out the mule's pack to dry out". Josh took the pants and held them up. "But the seat of these pants has all been cut open". Clint winked at him. "Yeah, I was saving it for later, but that's the idea, easy entry". "You want me to sit on your cock while we ride on a horse?" Josh questioned with an incredulous look in his eyes. Clint nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, it will be a lot more comfortable than the saddle". "Well, I'm not so sure about that" Josh retorted. "But what if we run into some people? That would be embarrassing as all hell". Clint shook his head. "I've been watching for tracks, no one has been up this way for quite some time". "Fine!" Josh sighed. He sat down, pulled off his boots and then his pants and underpants, and pulled on the seatless pants. He felt the cool mountain air on his bare ass cheeks as he walked to the mule and tied the cum stained pants to the mule's pack. Clint had already mounted his horse, his pants unbuckled, his stiff cock rising. Josh looked skeptically at it as Clint helped him up. Clint guided him down and his cock plunged inside as Josh sat down, his ass still slick from Jack's cum. "Oh fuck!" Josh muttered. "I'm not sure I can take a couple of hours of this". "You'll get used to it" Clint assured him. They rode on. Every time the gait of the horse shifted as it walked it pushed Clint's cock a little further in and then back out in a steady fucking motion. Josh unbuckled his pants and pulled out his stiff cock. "You're going to jerk off?" Clint questioned. "I'm at least going to stroke it, you bastard. What the hell did you expect? I'm getting fucked in the ass by a sex-crazed mountain man while riding on a fucking horse!". Clint chuckled. "And you're lovin' it". "Yeah, I am" Josh admitted. They entered another large clearing, and a startled herd of deer started trotting briskly away. "Let's see if we can catch up to them!" Clint whispered, as he kicked his horse into a gallop. His galloping gait bucked Josh up off Clint's lap, to bounce back down hard, impaled on Clint's cock. "Oh fuck!" Josh moaned. He clung to the saddle horn for dear life as he was bounced up and down rapidly, onto Clint's rock-hard cock, again and again. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Josh moaned over and over, ever more loudly. "It's too much, your cock ramming my ass is too much, I can't handle it! It feels like one continuous orgasm". "Yeah, it feels so damn good, doesn't it?" Clint gushed. "Fuck, fuck, fuck me" Josh groaned. "Fuck me hard! I want it, I need it! I need it real bad!" The horse jumped over a log and both Josh and Clint were bounced up off the saddle and then bounced back down hard, thrusting Clint's cock deeply inside Josh. "Oh fuck!" Clint moaned, and Josh felt Clint's cock spasm inside him, and then cum erupting, coating his insides. That put him over the top, and he felt the most intense orgasm he had ever felt. His cum shot out high into the air, in an arc, and splattered onto the horse's mane.
The deer dashed into the cover of trees, and Clint pulled back on the reins and slowed the horse down to a walk. "What the fuck was that about?" Josh demanded angrily. "Did you really think you could catch up with those deer?". "No, of course not. The deer were too far ahead of us. I was just in a mood to go fast". "Why? That was dangerous, I could have fallen off the horse". "You didn't feel my arm around you? I had you". Josh was silent, and Clint sighed. "When I was a little kid I used to dream that I could go so fast on a horse that I could catch the wind. My father was such an ornery old bastard. I hated him, and knew that he hated me - I was too independent for his liking. I always dreamed of getting away as fast as I could. On a horse, a horse that ran so fast that I caught the wind". "Catch the wind?" Josh repeated. "What do think catching the wind would be like, if you could ever do that?". "I imagined it would feel like being on top of the world". Josh sighed. "And what would `being on top of the world' feel like?". Clint considered his words. "Well, finally feeling what love is all about. Finally knowing what it feels like to love, and be loved". "Well, did you ever manage to catch the wind?". Yeah, I did. Just now, actually. When I came inside you, it felt like I finally caught the wind. And I was right, it did feel like being on top of the world: feeling love, and knowing I am loved".
They set up camp next to a stream. They didn't pitch a tent, Clint said they would sleep under the stars in their sleeping bags. Clint made a small fire and unpacked a frying pan and emptied a can of beans and a can of Spam into it. "Here, you tend the fire and dinner, and I'll water the horses and get them set up for the night". Josh watched as Clint took the saddles off the horses and the pack off the mule, and led them to the stream one by one. He had a small bucket and a brush. He scooped up water in the bucket, poured it over them, and brushed the caked sweat off of them. He poured water on his horse's mane and brushed off Josh's dried cum. Then he tied them to a 20-foot lead rope tied to a stake he pounded into the ground. They were spread out so they could graze and lay down. He came back to the fire and fixed a plate of food for both of them, and they ate hungrily. Afterward, Clint rinsed out their plates, pan, and empty cans in the stream. He flattened the cans by stomping on them with his boot and put them in a plastic bag inside a heavy canvas bag. "The rule when camping in the wilderness is: pack it in, pack it out" he explained. "Take only photos, leave nothing but footprints. But also, we're in bear country, so leave nothing out that smells like food that would attract bears". "Bear country?" Josh repeated. "Yep," Clint assured him, as he pulled his rifle from the leather scabbard attached to his saddle. "That's why I'll sleep with my rifle next to me. I'll build up the fire some, and the smell of the smoke will warn most bears to steer clear". "Most bears?' Josh repeated. "Yeah, just not the real hungry ones". "Oh great" Josh muttered, "I won't get eaten by a bear unless he's really hungry? That's comforting" Clint chuckled. "We'll be just fine. Most bears will be in the higher country, fattening up for winter hibernation. And if a bear should come around, the horses and mule will smell it first and make a commotion that will wake us up. If need be I'll fire a shot and scare it off".
Clint had zipped their sleeping bags together, and they climbed in and settled in for the night, Josh snuggled in against Clint, Clint's arms wrapped tightly around him. "You know, Josh" Clint whispered, "I've been thinking about what you said. Maybe Nell does know that I give Jack head. And she's apparently OK with that, as long as she thinks that's as far as it goes. I love Jack, as a brother, and I love Nell as a sister, and the last thing I would want is to screw things up between them. So, I've decided head is as far as things should go with Jack". "OK" Josh whispered back. "I think you're right". Clint squeezed Josh's shoulder. "Um, Clint?" Josh began, "Jack was your first love, wasn't he?". Clint sighed. "Yes, he was. I was so very much in love with him. But it just wasn't meant to be. And I'm more than satisfied with what we have. We're such good friends, special friends". "Good" Josh murmured. "Um, Clint? Who was your second love?". "Second love?" Clint repeated. "Yeah, you had to have fallen in love again". "No, I don't think I had a second love". "Really?". "Yeah. I never had a second love'. I do have what I think of as a last love', a final love". "Oh yeah? So, who is that?". Clint hugged Josh tightly. "That would be you".