"The Denton Boys"
Chapter 19
Born to the soil, is a way of standing in the world so deeply rooted, that one indeed, could not give up on any part of who you are. Sawyer learned that cattle ranching could be difficult, frustrating, and full of grief. Now, he felt complete with Chad by his side at the ranch. He was not happy however, with the sleeping arrangements, and the naughty side of their existence had to remain a guarded secret.
At daybreak, before breakfast, Sawyer and Chad went to look at the horses pa had on the ranch for sale. It felt right being together, sharing the early calling of the morning.
"Pa has some top lookin pasture buddies in the corral. Mighty fine lookin horseflesh," stated Chad, standing on the bottom round of the corral fence.
Look at the brown stocking quarter horse with the blaze face. He is a powerhouse on the open range. What does pa want for him? That's the horse I want," said Chad unable to take his eyes away from such a handsome animal.
"Yup, I call him `Thunder,' he is a good choice. You know handsome when you see it," Sawyer commented.
"You call the horse THUNDER - what do you call me," asked Chad quietly even tho they were alone at the corral?"
"I recollect you are `My World' - that's gotta cover it," grinned Sawyer flashing a wide Denton smile.
"I reckon it's gotta be," Chad wanted to hold Sawyer but, it was not a good idea standing in clear view, of the bunkhouse. They were cowboys, rugged wranglers on the outside and loving homo (gay) men on the inside.
"If this farm was the `Ace in the Hole,' (a western cowboy hideout) we could be, what we wanna be," continued Chad, sounding tough.
"And miss ma's cooking..."Giggled Sawyer, "Are you nuts?"
"I'm teasing you."
Sawyer knew Chad was pretending and spouting off tall tales. What the heck, talk is talk. What he really wanted was to lean into him feeling the warmth of his body and kissing his scruffy face.
****** "Don't turn around, but pa is coming this way," said Sawyer. He doesn't miss much. I can say right off, he wants to see what horse you fancy." "Sure `nuff, they are his horses we have been eyeballing, and I ain't hankering for no bargain, so let him come," Chad replied.
Ezra came up behind Sawyer and Chad, putting a hand on each of their shoulders. "Well, my boy, what looks good to you?" he said, pointing to the horses milling around in the in corral.
"Without hesitation Chad said, "The brown stocking quarter horse with the blaze face."
"He's yours - I think you have a good horse there. – take him!"
"How much?"
"I said he is yours – take him," replied Ezra.
"Not till I pay for him," replied Chad.
"You're a Denton now, and Denton's adopted or not, don't pay for horses on this ranch – so take the dang animal and let's not hee-haw over it," said pa.
"Look pa, no hassling here, I can afford to pay for the horse. I own a silver mine, did you forget?" Insisted Chad being as stubborn as Ezra.
"I don't give a mule's ass if you own two silver mines; I said the horse is yours. Don't be hassling me with money."
"Take the horse," said Sawyer. "Pa wants you to have it."
"Much obliged," said Chad, agreeing to accept the horse from his adopted pa. "Yeah, now he was a Denton.
"Good – settled, and there are saddles in the tack room," added pa. Nary another word – the tack room, take the best one."
He turned to leave saying, "Ma has breakfast ready, so get on up to the house before Hank chows down all the flapjacks." and started to laugh. "I ain't paying you cowpokes to stand around jawing and looking at horses." Seconds later, he was gone.
"Well, I'll be. That Ezra is something." Spouted Chad adjusting his hat.
"Yup, that's our pa." agreed Sawyer.
After breakfast pa took the boys, Jesse, Sawyer, Chad, Hank and Tom, across the back trail to the Hicken's farm. They all went in case pa bought livestock, they could drive them back roundup as a team.
Chad liked being back in the saddle, like the old days in the army. There was something special about how he moved his butt, while he rode a horse. His cock seemed pronounced with his balls moving, like river rocks. It set him apart from other cowboys. Perhaps, he was just a better man.
Every possible chance, Sawyer trotted next to Chad. When he caught a glimpse of Chad's crotch, he would smile and Chad would rise up in the saddle showing off his junk to Sawyer. They turned every day into a reality game, and nobody caught on or noticed a thing.
They stopped to water the horses and took a five-minute break. "Are you thirsty?" Chad asked Sawyer innocently looking down at his bulge pressed against the saddle.
Sawyer replied. Naw, I'm good. - Stop it," he whispered.
Lester Higgins had already sold off some cattle; however he still had a good amount of cows and excellent horseflesh for sale.
Pa zeroed in on the horses he wanted to buy. He knew there was a need for horses at Fort Kilmer. The army paid top dollar for sturdy mounts. Horses at the time sold for around $35.00. The army would pay more for a young strong mount.
Ezra offered Lester $25.00 and he accepted it. If the circumstances were different, they would have haggled back and forth. However, Ezra was running out of time, and just wanted to get them sold.
Counting horses waking around in a corral is a daunting task. The boys counted and got thirty-nine, the second count was forty-one.
Lester counted and said there were thirty-eight – Pa said forty-one.
"Dang blasted, Ezra, you got me bull winked. Let's say forty and be done with it," barked Lester.
"Deal"
"Good, let's go in the house and I will write you a bill of sale – you got the money?"
"Of course I got the money. Do you think I am stupid?" said pa.
"No, but you are a Denton."
Ezra growled silently as cash and the bill of sale exchanged hands. Getting out of there was the best part of the day, and the horse-trading was finally over.
Lester was a tough buzzard to be friends with, especially his opinions that one couldn't escape.
Rounding up the horses into a pack and moving a few miles across Denton land was easy, especially with five men moving the herd. Ezra was the trail boss who gave Hank the ramrod job of directing Jesse, Tom, Chad and Sawyer being wranglers.
Back at the Denton ranch, horses ran willing into the corral that the boys had made ready. They were fed, watered and given some grain. Ezra had himself a good amount of horseflesh that he could sell to the army; around ninety seven all together. He could see the vision of money just rolling in, and he smiled.
Everyone went off and vanished going separate ways.
Chad and Sawyer disappeared through the woods going to a secluded spot by the small river stream. It was a grassy tree lined place that Sawyer and Jesse, as youngsters, used for pecker playing, unknown to anyone else.
Jesse watched knowing that his brother was taking Chad to the homo bushes. Not wanting to miss anything, he tracked behind them.
They continued with nonstop talking, hoping that Jesse would follow, and he did.
"Is he still coming," asked Chad without looking back?
"Oh yeah, he's coming. I know my brother; he wants to get his pecker wet."
"Shall we do it for him," asked Chad?
"Do you wanna, he knows we fuck around, so it's okay," confessed Sawyer.
"Sure, it won't take a heap of doin. He's packin cock," divulged Chad.
"He likes to fuck and his pecker can jam a butt full with Denton meat.
I'm not sayin yur getting it – just sayin!"
"Nah. You're the only one who fucks me," admitted Chad.
"That's passable, it wouldn't bother me like some stranger would, sweating on top of you."
"You're crazy, there ain't gonna be no sweating."
Finally out of sight of the farm, and camouflaged by ten foot clumps of grasses and trees, they felt safe.
Chad leaned Sawyer against a tree and kissed him. Jesse watched through the trees, and although not surprised, he felt left out. His cock sprang to attention faster than any time he was ever with women.
Chad motioned for Jesse to come closer and he did.
"It's about time you got your ass over here," mumbled Chad, rubbing Jesse's swollen cock through his jeans bulged like cucumber salad.
"I don't kiss men," mumbled Jesse, barely able to talk trying to remain straight."
"I don't either," proclaimed Chad. I only kiss the Denton boys keeping it in the family."
Jesse had mixed thoughts, but he liked what was happening. "I ain't no homo, Jesse kept repeating as he rubbed the cheeks of Chad's hard ass. I don't always have the will to choose, sometimes my pecker does it for me," said Jesse, loosening Chad's pants.
"Shit – screw it," mumbled Jesse completely losing his ability to walk away. He had warmed to a boiling point and wanted sex, regardless of the outcome he wanted to fuck. His cock was hard as stone. His pants fell to his boots and his cock went into Chad's mouth.
"I'm a homo," thought Jesse. "Fuck it, I'll get back to women tomorrow."
Sawyer began licking Chad from behind; getting his butt hole wet Chad smiled expecting something to happen.
Jesse leaned Chad over a stump and entered his body slowly working his big hog into a dark warm cavern that excited him beyond any saloon whore could do on her best day.
Sawyer was flexible and got under Chad and sucked his cock while brother Jesse road his ass to the promise land. Chad moaned so loudly that Jesse covered his mouth with his hand as he fucked him harder and harder.
With all the moving and thumping that Jesse was putting Chad through, Sawyer worried that the jolting would get out of control and end badly.
In seconds, a flow of sticky lava shot into Sawyers mouth. At the same time Jesse howled like an injun as he dumped his cum into Chad's body.
Jesse pulled his cock from Chad's wet bottom and Sawyer took his place putting his cock back into the slippery hole. "Stay there," whispered Sawyer. "I'm next," and fucked Chad for the second time. When Sawyer shot off, he trembled and shook. The Denton boys had awesome cocks, and Chad took a load from each of them.
It was homo hunger, acting crazy, yet typical for whom they were. Jesse believed he was experimenting with sex, and being boys, this was normal.
Sawyer and Chad both gay, with no feminine traits, knew it was normal for them. It was who they were, so of course it felt right.
Before going to the house, Jesse, Sawyer, and Chad, bathed in the river. Chad needed to wash his butt, excrete the tacky mess, and stop the cavity from gurgling.
Once their clothes were back on, All three were straight cowboys again. Not one of them felt any guilt.
At suppertime, ma had everybody at the house. They behaved effortlessly never showing a sign of anything being different. Tom and Hank joined them. They joked, laughed and talked about Lester and pa, counting horses. It was Walton's Mountain all over again.
Pa talked continuously at the supper table. It was mostly about Lester and Pearl joining a wagon train to get to California
"Some folks are just plum crazy. I'm sure by now the Pacific Railroad goes all the way west. Makes sense to me to take the train and get there in days, not weeks or months by horse," said pa.
"No doubt Pearl wanted to take household belongings, so going by wagon was better." added Clara.
"Well, it makes me no never mind. I got a deal on the livestock and the horses." Pa replied.
"Yep, you did pa," said Jesse always knowing the right thing to say.
After supper, as a matter of routine, they all gathered on the stoop. Pa smoked his pipe this time, and ma, handed out cookies, but only Chad took one to be polite.
It's been a long day. That was always a good reason to get off the stoop, and back to the bunkhouse, where they could curse, drink, and play cards.
"This has been one yahoo day," said Jesse walking back to the bunkhouse.
"Yep," remarked Chad, "I found it mighty filling."
"Sorta chokes me up," added Sawyer, holding back a giggle.
"What are you men jabbering `bout," asked Hank.
"Ahh, pay them no heed. These Denton's never know what they are saying most of the time," added Tommy.
The all laughed and walked side by side down the gravel path towards the bunkhouse.
They were a team for sure.
To be continued with Part 20 – The ending, where the Denton Boys finally become who they want to be.
Please remember Nifty.