"The Denton Boys"
Part 7
It was past suppertime, but Clara made sure to put aside some grub for the boys. She cooked most days having no leftovers because food spoiled with no refrigeration. After twenty plus years, she had the kitchen routine down to a science.
"Mighty good stew Ma," said Sawyer, wiping bread around the outside of the plate."
"I have more on the stove, to finish."
"Euh, can't swaller another lick, unless it's a piece of that pie over yonder."
Their ma cut them both some pie and refilled their cups with newly brewed coffee. She loved catering to the men folk on the farm. Her family was the center of her life, and she never grew tired of waiting on them.
Jesse held his fork in the air and began, as if he was about to give a speech.
"Did you, or pa, read the sign on the Jail in Austin, the last time you were in town," asked Jesse?
"No, never had the need to be by the sheriff's place," answered Clara.
"I read it today," chimed in Sawyer. I wasn't hankering to see the jail; I just went past to read the sign."
"What is it?" said their pa, who had just come in and caught the tail end of the conversation. "What's this storyin about jail?"
"I'm sayin – It's a message for varmints," said Jesse. "It's on the front of the door for everybody to read."
The sign read,
"This town never did hang the wrong outlaw, but once or twice. And them there fellers needed to be hung anyhow, just on general principals." Judge Clemet McDougal – 1873
"Oh my, that's direct," said Clara.
"Yup, that was over twenty years ago in the olden days," concluded Sawyer.
"We gotta bed down the horses and check the barn. Can't break the routine," said Sawyer. "Are you coming, Brother Jesse?"
"Yup, be right there."
"They unsaddled their mounts and brushed them, making sure they had plenty of hay and water.
In the morning, they would begin with chores, and life on the farm would go on as usual.
"Wanna talk? '' asked Jesse.
"We always do. Shore, I'm hankering for some words."
"Now or later?"
"Don't know - How about later? I gotta be in the mood for talkin, maybe when we are lying in bed."
"Whatever you say," Brother Sawyer.
They slept in bunk beds made extra wide by their pa Ezra. Jesse slept on the bottom boards and Sawyer above him on the top.
"What yuh doin down there?" asked Sawyer?
"Holden a pillow, I ain't drunk, but I might wanna fuck it."
Sawyer slung his long legs over the side and jumped down. "Move over," he said to Jesse.
"Now, you feel like talkin, I suppose."
"Yup, supposin so," replied Sawyer. "I get in the mood for stuff, real fast." He cuddled Jesse from behind, putting his hand on his pecker. He was hard.
"What in tarnation, this dog wants to hunt. You're stiff as a pistol even after a poke with Fanny," said Sawyer, testing the water.
"Is this `honest injun' time?" asked Jesse. "I mean no storyin and lying!"
"Always, no lying, except I do have a bigger pecker," babbled Sawyer. Trying to lighten what sounded nerve racking.
"Nope, - stop with the pecker thing, you know I am bigger than you. We measured and I won. Do you remember? Jesse bragged.
"I let you win."
"You can't let me win. Numbers don't lie."
"Do you feel better now that we are talkin brotherly talk? Giggled Sawyer.
"Yeah, I do," snickered Jesse, keeping Sawyer's hand around his cock...
"What's the matter, didn't Fanny get it?"
"No, I didn't do anything with her. I played cards and lost money. She wasn't friendly after that."
"I know."
"What do you know?"
"You lost playing poker and Jack saved your ass paying the debt for you. It is penny-pluckin stuff, only three dollars still, poker ain't yur game.
"I owe it, and I'll pay it. I am going tomorrow to give Jack his money,'" said Jesse.
"Nah, you don't own anything. When Fanny told me what happened, I gave Jack the three dollars and yur squared away. No wonder you didn't get a whore to poke, you pissed away your money and you gotta settle for me."
Sawyer was talking like a badass polecat. He liked licking his brother's cock, yet was not a `Nancy queer.' There was nothing girlie here, no matter where you looked, on this Texan cowboy.
"Do you want help with anything?" he asked Jesse.
"For sure I do, there is nothing better than being here on the farm with my favorite brother."
"I'm your only brother."
"That's for sure; we shoot off in the hayloft, and get wilder in the bedroom." Jesse discovered that whatever pleasure he thought of getting also came with problems.
They have been trading blowjobs for a couple of years, only this time were especially good. Jesse was needy, and Sawyer was horny like the New York homos that he heard about, by reading trashy dime novels.
Sawyer licked the sticky dew off the tip of Jesse's hard warm pecker. "Yeow, don't stop, I'll never tell." wailed Jesse touching Sawyer's head and fucking his face trying to get the whole enchilada into his mouth...
"Stop havin a hissy, ma will hear you and think you have a belly ache. Be still, I'm doin okay, stop moving. Geezus, has this thing gotten bigger?"
Sawyer sucked with every intention of draining him. Jesse, with a slight tremor in his leg, continued to leak like a sieve. Several squirts of brotherly love hit the back of Sawyer's throat. Then - It was over. Jesse got what he needed, with the energy zapped out of him.
"Yup, Sawyer thought. I'm a homo."
"Are you okay? Asked Sawyer, I had better skedaddle, climbing back to the top bunk.
"Yeahhh, much obliged, I owe you a big one, but tomorrow. I'm plum tuckered out and can't do anything now."
"Owe me for what? You mean a pecker suck?" asked Sawyer, trying to keep his voice down.
"Yup, a `sweet-feed,' that's the one."
"Never mind about that, one way is good enough." Sawyer replied.
"Well, we'll see about that," Jesse whispered, so tired he was falling asleep.
"Nite Sawyer..."
"Good night, Jesse
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