Date: Tue, 21 Nov 2023 00:21:39 +0000 (UTC) From: Justin Balancier Subject: Oscar Parker Texas Adventure Part 11 "Oscar Parker's Texas Adventure" Chapter 11 ************ Nevada was no angel, far from it. He loved sex too much and especially being fucked with a good dick. It did something spiritual for him instead of something lustful and magical. In any regard, he found it hard to avoid friends, especially amazing hot friends. Character had nothing to do with it. He simply loved cock. When Nevada thought of Wayne and Brad, he smiled because he liked them with no repeat performances of using him for a cum-dump. It was the decent thing to do. However, he was turning down two ideal crotches, from two ideal cowboys. Nevertheless, he believed it was best. ************ ENTER OCAR – the most astonishing person on the ranch. He was all business when he had to be, that was his job. Oscar not consumed with work entirely, had a more pleasant side, a gay side, and without trying, a hilariously amusing side. Oscar was gay, with no effeminate traits, what so ever. He would be silly telling a story, but that was acting, – a joke. The man, was all cock, however, not sexually attracted, or interested in women. Gay was a horrendous stigma in 1950, and careers ruined; but glorious freedom, seventy plus years later. Sure, Oscar was gay, and the folks who took notice, were used to it, never giving a hoot about anything. Oscar never lost his self-awareness being close to Nevada. He didn't try that hard with him, actually he didn't try at all. However, aware of the dexterity, of his job, caused them to play games, which annoyed Nevada immensely, sneaking around like car thieves. Before work could begin on the irrigation project, Oscar wanted an assistant for Wayne. He didn't consult with anyone, including Wayne, he would decide. Oscar needed somebody who was smart, had good ideas, and hard working. Eddie and Sergio were hard working, but not that swift when it came to planning. Adam seemed to be a decent planner, but slow at getting anything accomplished. That left Brad and Nevada. Brad was the obvious choice since he worked with Wayne most of the time, and he was capable. The drawback, Brad was temporary help for the cattle drive, and leaving by the end of the month. That meant Nevada would be Wayne's assistant spending hours with him alone planning and working, - "A-huh! – planning and working, sure sounds good." The first few days Nevada liked working with Wayne, because he was accumulating different farming ideas. Wayne was smart and Nevada latched on to him. However, it was not his brain that interested Nevada. They, Nevada and Wayne, were on their way to the low spot, they called the sanctuary meadows. It is an unproductive pasture, weedy with lots of bare soil. The land was ideal for turning into farming land, once it had water. Wayne parked the truck and the two of them walked around the area, taking pictures and making notes in a binder. "This will work," said Nevada. You are good at this sort of thing. Yep, I believe you have hit on something good here," continued Nevada. "We did it together, now I have something I can show Oscar when we get back tonight," said Wayne. "Great, he will like that," Nevada replied. "I have something you will like," said Wayne. "I'm pretty sure." He stayed with his legs apart and his hand squeezing the bulge in his crotch. He held balls and all, showing a large, plump, handful of cock. "Do you want it Nevada? It wants you." Wayne declared unzipping and touching his underwear. There was a frog wanting to jump out and play. "I'm not getting fucked again," said Nevada. "I don't want to fuck you; I want you to put your mouth on my cock." "Naw," "Okay, just put your hand in here and hold it for a minute. I know you want it. Feel it," Wayne continued. "Okay, I'll feel it," agreed Nevada. Nevada began groping him knowing he wanted it probably more than Wayne did. Although playing it cool, he was a hungry cowboy. A person can't help being who they are, and Nevada was no exception. Wayne leaned against a stump, once Nevada's hand went inside his pants. "Feel that cock, Nevada. I know you want it." Then Wayne let his pants drop to the ground, along with underwear. Scooping together hefty balls, that he placed in Nevada's hand. "Feel how fine and full they are Nevada. I have been saving the syrup for you." Wayne whispered talking dirty and completely unlike him. He never talked this way before, and it turned Nevada on, more than he imagined. Wayne ran his finger around the sticky head of his cock absorbing goo and the salty flavor on his finger. He put the finger to Nevada's lips and Nevada opened willingly to lick it off. Then, two fingers went in exploring Nevada' mouth, and he let him do that also. Nevada loved a cowboy's pecker smell and sweaty cock tucked away in underwear with piss stains left from a quick shake off. Yep, he loved it. He never would admit it, but with the right person, he wanted it. Nevada was on his knees with his face glued to Wayne's hairy bush surrounding a cowboy's cock. The big sticky pecker disappeared in Nevada' mouth and he began working on it. He wouldn't let go, and kept it in his mouth purring like an idiot, hungry fool, showing his true colors. "Lap it up cowboy, - that's a sample, I'm sure you're going too," Wayne gasped, slightly holding Nevada's head, and pulling his red hair. "When you suck out my load," he continued, you gotta swallow, that's the deal," he implied sounding a little weird, however, it didn't matter. Weird had become lost in the deal, and left was only, "I reckon, I will," mumbled by Nevada faintly, but with sincerity. Wayne was getting his cock gobbled. Understanding comes easy, so getting sucked off, was not too much to ask of Nevada. Wayne took hold of Nevada's head sighing deeply, as Nevada finished him off. Wayne dumped mild tasting sauce into the bottom of Nevada's mouth and swamped his tongue with cowboy man juice. Wayne tasted sweet, much to Nevada's surprise. He was expecting a much different taste. "Holy shit," Wayne gasped, satisfied - "cock cream for lunch," after, what he called, feeding Nevada. He was gloating when he suggested `suck me off," However, Nevada simply did what he asked for. Wayne let out a little laughed when he saw it happening. No doubt, he believed he was the real man. Nevada was less of a man eating cock cream, reserved for a women's pussy. It was dumb thinking, yet adequate for somebody, who didn't think seriously about sex anyway. Nevada's impression of Wayne brightened, to a new level, after getting his load. Already he was thinking how he could suck that dick again. It was truly that good. "That tastes good to you, does it?" Wayne asked. "I said, you would like it." "I don't expect you to understand, but it was nectar, admitted Nevada. There was a lot of it too, fuckin' unbelievable. Your pecker has great shooting skill. Let me know the next time you jerk off, I'll take the juice, the sauce, whatever the fuck you want to call it." "You sound like a pig." "Does it matter," replied Nevada? "You will only dump it." "Fuck, doesn't matter to me, I'll give it to you, but you're still a pig." said Wayne. "Okay, I won't come near you again." "I'm teasing you. We'll figure something out. I can't believe you want to drink jizz. How will I get it to you, oh, I get It. This is a joke, – right, Wayne replied. "No joke, I'm serious. I never did it before, but you can think about it, I want to try it." "I don't know about you Nevada, although, I'm willing," exclaimed Wayne. As far as, Nevada being a homo, Wayne didn't care. Everyone has a right to be whatever they want to be. The idea was nuts, and Nevada was acting like a crazy fuck, however, he would save it for him. It was surprising the way Wayne enjoyed gay sex. He never thought of men sexually. He was a pussy hunter and believed women were the way things should be. Wayne easily could be nasty, the way he talks, taking charge and telling Nevada to suck the cum out of him. Talking excites Nevada, and nasty is a "put-on," but he loves it. What's not to love? Wayne had a well-trained cock. When he holds the bulge in his pants saying, - It's for you," Nevada has no resistance to such powerful temptation. Wayne had no intention of turning Nevada into a dumpling. However, the dude wanted his cum. The idea was stupid. How could Wayne save warm cum, and give it to Nevada? Everybody knows it is better to drink right from the pump. Nevertheless, Wayne found himself aroused, thinking about how to do it. *********** More craziness to follow, and thank you for reading, Nevada's quite the boy. Please remember Nifty - https://donate.nifty.org/ Thank you.