"Oscar Parker's Texas Adventure"
Chapter 2
"You're also a good-looking dude, but no, I'll pass. Big Mike the salesman will be bringing my truck around any minute, and I'll have to leave," said Parker.
"Dang, I was hoping to get to know you better," said Nevada. "What do you mean by good-looking, are you gay?" he asked. "I don't mean to be nosy, but, gosh, – "good looking," sound a little gay to me."
"Yup, you're not stupid. You know I was looking at you. Hell, I could make a fool of myself, ripping your shirt, to get to the fuzzy copper hair on your chest. Why in hell, did I just say that, God, I'm an idiot; Parker admitted, being a bit carried away...
"Ha ha-ha you wouldn't do that, besides it wouldn't bother me none. I like you Parker and not because you manage the Parker ranch, and gay doesn't count, who cares about that." Nevada admitted. "Hey, you sure you don't want a roll, I`ll get you one,"
"Naw, but thanks, I'm just waiting.
I am having a break job done on my truck," admitted Nevada. They want me to leave it here and pick it up tomorrow. I could do that if I was too...say - get a ride, in a new white truck. We are both going in the same direction," He said to Parker.
"Mr. Wilson, are you trying to be alone with me," chuckled Parker.
"Nope, you see too many old movies, what a corny line," said Nevada, "The line is, Are you trying to seduce me," laughed Nevada, "and, it is not Mr. Wilson,' it's, "Mrs. Robinson."
"I knew that, I wanted to clean it up, since we are men." Parker mumbled feeling trapped and outwitted. He wasn't very good at being gay, and talked like an idiot.
"I guess that means I don't get a ride." Nevada mumbled taking the last bite of his roll.
"Sure I'll give you a lift, and drive you to the Dawson Ranch as soon as you're ready to leave. And, I won't rip your shirt," laughed Parker, now relaxed and friendly.
"You crazy cattlemen," replied Nevada wiping butter from his mouth with a napkin. He never knew it, but Parker would have licked the butter off his lips, and the sweat off his ass, in two seconds flat. Today was a start of who knows what. They were equally desirable, in their own way. When Mike, the sales representative, brought around Parker's truck, they went outside together, so Mike could go over the dash panel with him. It wasn't necessary, but it was standard procedure, so Parker went along with it, letting Mike do his job.
Parker sat in the driver's seat with Mike next to him explaining the various features of the new truck. Nevada hopped in the back and leaned next to Parker's head so he could listen.
While Mike was talking about the car, Nevada ran his finger along the back of Parker's neck. It only lasted a couple of seconds; however, Parker got a subtle, but clear message; that Nevada was cruising him. Then he did it again.
Parker hoped he wouldn't become aroused. His cock always delicious in his pants, and Parker didn't want that to happen while, sitting next to a salesperson.
After Mike left, Nevada hopped in the passenger seat and they were finally on their way.
"I thought I had a bug on my neck at first, and then I felt your finger. Good thing I didn't swat your hand. Mike would think we were a couple of homos," said Parker.
"Sorry, I don't know what tempted me to do that, are you pissed?" confessed Nevada.
"Nope!"
"That's decent of you." Nevada replied. "Do you mind if I call you Oscar, that is a smoking name for a cowboy in my opinion," continued Nevada, touching Parker's shoulder as he drove. It couldn't be more obvious, Nevada had a fixation for touching, and Parker was it. "I'm not a raging queer, but you must think so," he managed to say.
"That's cool, no, I don't mind raging. What is wrong with the name, `Parker?" he asked?
"Nothing, however, everything is called `Parker.' The ranch, the house, the equipment, the cattle, even the name on the gate, says "PARKER."
"I never thought of it that way, I grew up on the ranch and it was always like that. It doesn't matter though, call me `Oscar,' if you think, it's better," he exclaimed.
"Yeah, I like it better." We can partner riding horses and hanging out together, if you like of doing something like that," continued Nevada.
"Sure that' cool, however, it sounds tricky being on two different ranches. I am the boss on the Parker ranch, so I have to keep tract of everything. It takes most of my time," he replied, now going by the name of "Oscar."
"I suppose it does, I'm sorta dumb never being in charge of anything. If you take Eagle Pass Road, continued Nevada, you can come in the backway to the Dawson Ranch, and it is shorter that way, it's only a suggestion,"
"I am already going that way. I grew up here remember, I know all the back roads," Oscar replied. Talk all you want, you have a husky rich voice – hot – just sayin."
"Sorry, I go overboard at times, when there's no need, sorry," Nevada repeated.
"Stop saying sorry, say what you want, – do what you want. I'm gay, want a blowjob?" Oscar asked.
"No, but cool - gay just makes us closer. We are wranglers, with callus hands, and hard butts from saddle riding," exclaimed Nevada sliding down in the seat with his legs open. You could see the outline of a hefty critter in his pants pressed against his thigh. Oscar didn't know if he was advertising or had to take a piss. He thought for sure, it was advertising. "Maybe you should rethink the blowjob," said Oscar chuckling.
"There is a pull over stop beyond the next hill. Would you stop, I need to take a wicked piss," said Nevada.
"Sure."
Oscar's new truck pulled into the gravel parking space, just as another car was leaving. They both went into the wood and stood side by side. Nevada was the first to unzip and pull out a sturdy handful of cock and began to pee hitting a rock next to a tree. Oscar followed doing the same thing holding a flawless penis. His cock, without question, was male meat, on a Texas cowboy.
They finished peeing, looking at one another, with their cocks hanging out of their pants.
"Nice dick," said Oscar looking at the cannon resting in Nevada's hand.
"Wanna touch it?" asked Nevada.
"No."
"The dick, you have there, is a beauty," Nevada mumbled looking at the sausage hanging out of Oscar' pants. "Man, that is pecker pretty."
"Wanna hold it?" asked Oscar.
"No."
There was a few seconds of silence; they both zipped up and headed back to the truck.
"We better get going," said Nevada. "That was nothing, going nowhere," he added.
Oscar drove less than a mile in silence, and then spoke to Nevada, "I lied."
Nevada replied immediately, "I lied too."
They broke out howling, ha ha-ha, at the same time. "OMG we are cock sucking liars.
"Yeah, queer liars. I won't make that mistake again," shouted Oscar. "Given the chance, man, what I could do with you naked," he confessed.
"Me too, I'm game to try. I won't make that mistake again either," obliged Nevada. "I should have held that beauty in your pants. Not sure what to do, but I learn quickly."
"Is there any more places to pull off before we get to the ranch," asked Nevada, he kept his legs open and Oscar touched his knee. His junk was too far away for Oscar to reach and drive at the same time. Nevertheless, you have to start somewhere.
"Nope, there is no place between here and the Dawson ranch for privacy. We fucked that up, for sure," admitted Oscar still swollen from looking at Nevada.
"My dick is leaking, what do you suppose that means," asked Nevada.
"You needed a blowjob, but too late now," replied Oscar. "Your pecker is out of control."
"It makes sense to me, I'm new at this gay shit," said Nevada.
"STOP - you know what you're doing. If you are waiting for me to agree, you better take a seat," said Oscar laughing, letting Nevada understand, he was only playing with him.
"You like me," Nevada mumbled, your eyes say it loud and clear.
"Yes I do," Oscar agreed. "Straight ahead is the entrance to the Dawson Ranch, Put this number in your phone, this isn't the old west anymore, we can text, In case you want to see me again. I may be mistaken, but I think you do."
"I know, it's true," Nevada replied, tapping Oscar's number into his phone.
Oscar believed that hot people always find each other. If I were to choose between the hotter of the two, my answer would be, a simple – "YES."
********* Oscar drove Nevada straight to the bunkhouse over a narrow gravel road. The land fit for horse trails, however, a vehicle could get around nicely.
In front of the bunkhouse, were three cowpokes leaning against the rail talking. They looked with a "who's coming?" expression.
Nevada walked passed the wranglers with a quick `howdy,' going directly into the bunkhouse. Oscar gave a short wave to the cowboys, before driving away. It looked perfectly acceptable, just as both men knew it would.
Leaving the Dawson Ranch, Oscar took the main canyon road back to the Parker Ranch. His thinking was somewhere between genius and madness.
Nevada affected him emotionally, feeling as if he had just gone through a non-stop clown show, peeing in the woods with another cowboy. Nevertheless, he liked doing it. How dumb he felt for not taking advantage of holding Nevada in his arms. Then again, maybe it was the smart thing to do. There is an answer, out there somewhere.
Lillian Parker was Oscar and Jenny's grandmother. Everybody working the ranch called her Lil. Sometimes privately, they referred to her as `gram,' but most times, just, "Lil."
Lil Parker projected an odd glance at Jenny, as the two of them talked about Oscar. Somehow, he seemed different, since returning from Austin with the Chevy truck.
"Lil, I know Cousin Oscar, and he is dull. I'm not saying, "jerky" because he is smart, and we love him. However, this past week, Oscar is different, he just is," declared Jenny talking and dusting furniture at the same time.
"Lordy, here I go again having to remind you how long I have been around this place watching you rug rats grow to adults. Oscar has ranch responsibilities. He is not as carefree, as the wranglers in the bunkhouse are. No doubt, he has things, on his mind."
"Don't you think it's strange, he is happy sounding, and then he looks at his phone and quietness comes over him. It doesn't last long, but something makes him sad. I would say he was in love, but my goodness, Oscar, in love! - I don't think so," said Jenny.
After everything was dusted, Lil put a clean tablecloth on the dining room table and replaced the embroider runner on the bookcase, She set down two china cups with saucers, and brought in a pot of tea from the kitchen.
"Break time, she said to Jenny. " Set yourself down and we'll have tea like two uppity "Ladies in Waiting," she barked, with a chuckle. "Ain't that a howl?"
"Gran, it is too hot for tea, and I have cleaning to do," replied Jenny, flipping a cloth around the base of a lamp.
"Nonsense, it is always hot in July – sit."
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