Date: Tue, 9 Jan 2024 07:50:09 +0000 (UTC) From: Justin Balancier Subject: Oscar Parker's Texas Adventure Part 18 Oscar Parker's Texas Adventure Chapter 18 **************** "Let's go to the back of the hayloft. There are bales of straw that I can lean against. I'll get naked, and you can lick any part of me, but don't kiss me on my lips" How does that sound? Nevada stated being accommodating as one could get. "OMG, are you serious? I'll do my best; you are being great to me when you can have anybody you want. Thank you. Why can't I kiss you?" "I have a boyfriend that I am in love with, and we only kiss each other. Sex, for getting off, is meaningless. Sorry, that sounds cruel, and weird, but this gay business is for you, not me. Do not, love me, just my cock, or feed yourself on my ass. If you like armpits or toes, go for it I don't care, I'm here for your cowboy hunger, just don't talk about it." Once in the hayloft, Nevada kicked off his boots, removed his pants and shirt, and leaned against a stacked pile of straw bales. He was wearing only his hat and jockey underwear puffed out like covering a baseball. His naked body was a different experience for Ryan. The red hair on his chest and the bushy fur scarf around a plump pinkish cock, slimy and wet on the tip, was only faze one. Nevada's balls were plump with sprigs of red hair moist looking, like magnets drawing Ryan tongue to them for a warm licking. This was about to get interesting. Ryan was on his knees, tugging at Nevada's underwear and bare ass in seconds. – "its breakfast Ryan – GO," commanded Nevada. Ryan quietly snorting and sniffing his crotch searching for anything that smelled or tasted good. He felt like a trashy cocksucker, but since," You are what you eat," Ryan stopped feeling innocent, and started eating. "You want my cock. Do you think you can take every inch of it," mumbled Nevada. "I didn't wash my balls this morning and been hanging out around horses. I smell like a barn and probably sweaty. Do you want to give it the taste test?" "You smell like a man. There is nothing better than a cowboy with a mysterious crotch like you; I love your cock." Ryan headed south along the slender trail of fuzz, he spread Nevada' legs straight out so he could nuzzle under his balls and get a true taste of the sweaty fruit. Some nineteen year olds are mediocre, but this was not the case here. Ryan wasn't very experienced, but he was learning fast – mighty fast, and beyond mediocre. He rubbed his face all the way down, licking Nevada's flesh doing his best to appear professional with his mouth. "You taste like Vanilla – NO, like cookies." "Don't waste time on any warm up foreplay, now that you're there; take all of it," Nevada instructed in a weird way. Ryan was actually quite good, and Nevada was close to begging for more of what he had to offer. Ryan was able to lick his balls, and then some ass for a serious snack. Nevada's hole felt naughty around Ryan's tongue, it made him more alert for thinking dirty. Sometimes you have to lick a butt a couple of times to realize how good it is. This crotch gobbler was a beginner, but showed good potential. Nevada however, knew on the first try. Then it happened. Ryan frantically unbuttoned his pants dropping them to the floor. He rubbed against Nevada's hole, and then sailed right in fucking him like a macho stud. "OMG Nevada, you are incredible." Whimpered Ryan riding his ass and feeling on top of the world. "I'm gonna come – I'm gonna come – where shall I put it?" "Get up here and chuck it in my mouth." "Are you crazy, I mean, do you really want it?" "Shut the fuck up, and just do it." "Okay, daddy, mumbled Ryan putting his cock between Nevada's lips and jetting milky sap into his mouth." Then immediately, he went back to Nevada to get what he came for. Ryan was not about to disappoint the cowboy who promised to feed him a breakfast of warm cum. You are getting a second breakfast of cowboy cum, mumbled Nevada, as liquid poured out of his cock, wetting Ryan's mouth with a specific cream. He swallowed every bit. "delicious, simply great." "That's it," said Nevada, putting back on his clothes. They left the barn together and rejoined Sergio who was working with the horses. Ryan immediately went back to the house to face his day alongside Jen, cleaning the house. "How was he," asked Sergio? "Not bad, extremely good in fact. Just imagine what a stud he will be in five years." "I know," agreed Sergio, "it just happens to be who he is." ********** There were minor changes coming to the bunkhouse. Changes that Nevada felt were major. Brad was leaving in two days for the Lazy K Ranch. He explained it as time to move on. He wasn't fooling Nevada he had his dick itching for Gracie Hoffman. Yeah, good luck with that one. Oscar is not replacing you, at least not yet," said Wayne, as they rode together on horseback to the north side pasture to dig holes for fencepost. "I'm gonna miss you," said Wayne. "Wanna blow me before you go" "Fuck NO, you can blow me. I don't suck dick, I fuck pussy and butt." "Sorry, I was thinking of Nevada. I haven't had a suck job or a butt fuck in a while. Oscar is fucking Nevada, but doesn't know I see them doing it. I keep my mouth shut, except for telling you, since you know the score. I sure could use a blow job though." "Ask Ryan, he will suck you off. He asked me, but I wasn't in the mood, so it didn't happen. "Naw, not Ryan!" "Do you want me to ask him for you? He's going back to school in two weeks, when Jen's cast comes off her arm. He's a homo, you can bank on it." "Are you nuts, hell NO! Nobody knows that homos suck my cock, and I am keeping it that way." "It's not published it in the Austin Tribune, who's going to know?" "I don't trust that faggot housemaid. Forget it – forget everything. Here's a shovel, start digging some fence holes before Oscar rides by to snoop." "Oscar is the boss, but just another queer," barked Wayne. It surprised Brad, that Wayne would say that about his friend. However, Oscar has been strange acting fucking dudes. Wayne knew that Oscar's big cock found a home in Ryan, also in Nevada. "Ah, fuck! I shouldn't say that. I have been a homo myself at times. However, I don't need the wranglers talking about me having sex with cowboys. "What the fuck – I'm straight." "Let's dig the damn holes, and get out of here," complained Brad. "I ain't about to suck your dick, - "Wait! - I know – "Let' get Mikey!" "Who's Mikey?" "It's nothing, I'm just being goofy, it's a cereal commercial." "I don't know about you Brad, Just dig." Growled Wayne chucking a wad of tobacco spit, on the ground. Brad bent over shoveling and the denim fabric pulled tight across the cheeks of his ass causing them to stand out like a railroad crossing sign. The fabric stretched over the melon globes, made a luscious impression on Wayne's horny mind. He kept digging alongside Brad, and still wanting to fuck him. The holes finally dug ten feet apart. Brad was too tired, at the end of the day, to count them. Wayne couldn't wait to pack up the tools and head back to the bunkhouse and supper. The following morning, Brad would be gone. He was leaving in the am for the Lazy K ranch. That meant that Wayne would have Nevada as his helper, burying the post in the ground. ************* Not everything is sexually related. The fact remains that Brad is a cowboy the wranglers came to trust and love – not romantic "love," but the love of friendship. Nobody that evening, talked about him not being there after tomorrow. This was common among ranch hands. Some go – some stay! That is just the way it is. After supper, Brad set, alone on the porch, looking out over the hills, that he came to love, on the Parker ranch. Nevada slid over a chair to be next to him, so they could talk. "Don't say it." mumbled Brad. It's just a fuckin job." "I know." "Good – we got that out of the way. Think they will miss me around her?" asked Brad. "I will, I just got your pecker trained to know who I am, and now Bradly is taking pecker Pete, to the Lazy K Ranch." "Your nuts." "Yup, I surely am." "There is only one Nevada. Oscar is lucky to have you. "I know – you're not gay, but somehow you like being naked with me, whispered Nevada. " Straight isn't always accurate, who knew?" "Keep talking, it makes me look good," commented Brad with an asinine grin. They were truly friends. *************** Please remember Nifty. https://donate.nifty.org/ 2 more chapters to follow: