Date: Fri, 27 Oct 2023 06:10:18 +0000 (UTC) From: Justin Balancier Subject: Oscar Parkers Texas Adventure chapter 4 "Oscar Parker's Texas Adventure Chapter 4 ********** "What is this place?" Nevada repeated. "C'mon, I'll show yuh! - It is an old miner's cabin that has been here for decades. My grandfather never tore it down. I played Comanche War here with my cousin Burt, when I was growing up. I got my cock sucked here, and fucked Burt. I had the bigger pecker and he had a fatter ass, so I would poke his hole, until we were sixteen years old, then everything stopped. "Am I getting fucked," asked Nevada, not quite certain of anything, but interested, in hearing about how Oscar liked to fuck his cousin. "Oh stop, I am just telling a story," Oscar assured him. "Oh." Sometimes the wranglers will use the cabin if they are stuck up here in bad weather," continued Oscar. "We get rainstorms, so shelter helps being miles away from the ranch. Oscar grabbed a folded blanket from the back of the truck, and the two of them went into the cabin. At last, they were alone with testosterone bubbling hormones jumping through their bodies. Neither man, could hide, what they were feeling. The door, barely closed, and Oscar dropped the blanket over a mattress on a beat up old wooden cot. Then lowering Nevada, their eyes met, and Nevada asked the zaniest question. "Are we going to do some homo stuff?" "I don't know" whispered Oscar, removing Nevada's hat, rubbing his fingers through his red copper hair, getting closer and closer to his face. "Yeah, I do know," he admitted. Nevada slid the palm of his hand in the back of Oscar's neck, knocking his hat to the floor. Slowly he pulled Oscar towards his mouth gently kissing him on the lips. They continued kissing with hands moving everyplace trying to remove clothes. Oscar had Nevada's shirt open and chewing the hair on his chest. His body was so hard and warm. Oscar just had to have him naked. There is no mistaking that Nevada was an extraordinary cowboy. Then again, extraordinary, couldn't be hidden. Nevada's sun tanned hard flesh was a dream that Oscar didn't want to end. He wanted the dream to explode into hungry wild sex connecting their bodies and juices together. He knew such thoughts were nasty, but he was hungry for nasty, and frankly, didn't give a damn. Oscar struggled fumbling with Nevada's zipper, reaching for cock. There is no other way to explain it. He knew what Nevada had between his legs, they now understood one another. Nevada unbuttoned his pants pulling them, including underwear, down. Oscar yanked off his boots leaving Nevada almost naked. Nevada moved Oscar's head from licking his chest downward to his stomach and finally to his cock which disappeared into Oscar's warm mouth. "Ohh, shit," he quietly moaned repeatedly. He had a handsome rich pecker surrounded with bushy red pubic hair and balls looking like ripe plums plucked from a tree. Guess what that does to a hungry cowboy. Nevada wanted Oscar to stop, so he could reciprocate, but he would not listen or stop. His face snuggled between husky legs smattered with reddish-golden hair, and it was uncomplicated. Nevada's balls, covered with spit, tighten to release the juice that Oscar wanted. Oscar was not stopping for anybody. The climax had to be down his throat. He believed that way Nevada would be inside of him, joining them together as one. It was no doubt, a ridiculous notion, but on the Parker ranch, many things seemed ridiculous, and Oscar was the boss. It didn't take long for a climax to happen. He groaned, not saying much, yet wanting to shout wild slutty expression, praising Oscar, but didn't want to sound like a whore. He said only, "thank you," sounding rather dumb, coming from a stud cowboy. They rested side by side, saying how great they felt. Nobody used the word "Love." It was close, but too soon for that. Several minutes went by and Nevada sprung back to life, with a few minute of rest. Oscar, a crazy acting dude, with a pecker, the pride of the bunkhouse, stayed low key. Nobody ever got him naked, not even handsome, Rudy who teased him every time he was in his taxi. Just the same, he was not escaping Nevada without leaving a load behind. "Stand up," Nevada commanded. Nevada on his knees, as if worshipping a golden calf, pulled Oscar's underwear down exposing sweaty balls, and a mound of black crotch hair, hidden by clothing. Oscar held his cock in his hand, touching Oscars' face with it, leaving a drop of goo on his cheek. "Do you want some of this?" Oscar asked, pulling on his cock. It rested in his hand like butter finger pastry, firm, solid, smelling delicious, and gooey on the tip. Dear God, Oscar was so sexy, tight, and muscular with a treasured pecker between his legs. "I'm really greedy, I want all of it" - Nevada answered running his hands down Oscar's thighs, kissing and licking the hair on his balls. "I'm best when there are no rules and my lips are welcomed anywhere." Nevada buried his face in the bushy fur surrounding Oscar's penis and rubbing his face in Oscar's crotch. He drew in the scent of funky, vividly letting Oscar see him doing it. The goo, he licked from the tip of his meat, before putting cock into his mouth. Oscar heard him choking getting cock down his throat. He tried to stop him by pulling his face off, but Nevada was having no part of it. He found a bone and Oscar couldn't take it away from him. "I can do it – I'm okay," mumbled Nevada, going back to Oscar' dick, working like a pro. He wasn't a pro, just horny, hungry, and determined. "I guess I didn't have to ask if you want some of this cock, after all," mumbled Oscar, you hungry fuck." "I'm about to cum!" Oscar gasped. - "Nevada – Nevada, you're getting' my load," he warned. "Take it," was the only thing left for him to say as he bombarded Nevada with a pussy load, as one hears mumbled, in a Mexican cathouse. Nevada couldn't swallow fast enough to keep up. He drooled letting cum drip from his mouth coughing silently. "Spit that shit out Nevada, Christ sakes, you're choking," he yelled grabbing, Nevada's chin with one hand. Nevada pushed his hand away shaking his head "NO," continuing to swallow in gulps, and then finally coming to a stop. "All gone," Nevada admitted, wiping his lips with his arm. "I told you I could do it," he concurred with a natural smile. Oscar moved Nevada back to the bed and held him in his arms. His mouth still wet from sucking cock as Oscar pressed his lip to his and slurped Nevada' tongue. He was speechless. He knew that saying, "Are you ok," was corny. If he said, "I love you," would be sex talking, and if he said,"Good job," it would sound stupid – so he simply said... "Can I get you a buttered roll, they're complimentary?" Nevada began laughing pulling Oscar into his chest cuddling his head under his arm. "OMG, you are the greatest. Only you would come up with something so stupid, yet memorable," he whispered between giggles. "We did a heap of homo stuff, should we talk about it," asked Nevada. "It's kind of late, I'll tell you what," Oscar continued, "The next time; we'll talk about it." "Why do that, talking would be wasting time? " I want the boss to fuck me," admitted Nevada. "It's a needy hole, but I speck it will fit, if wet enough," Nevada assured him. What you need is a secret boyfriend, to keep your pecker happy." "I have one -`YOU. Just so, you know, your ass is going to be poked a lot. Parker cum will run right out of you. Are you agreeable to that? " "Sure," replied Nevada. "I'll do it. – I mean, I want to do it," he elaborated kissing Oscar's neck. Nevada had Oscar's big cock thumping. He needed it badly. "We have to get out of here and back to the ranch. It will be dark soon," said Oscar kissing his exciting boyfriend. "Why don't you drive back?" continued Oscar handing Nevada the keys to his white Chevy truck. "Okay, it you want." Nevada replied. "Yup, you drive and I'll relax. I have never been a passenger in the truck, so far, and it's about time somebody else drives. I'll sit and do nothing, but look out the window." "This is going to be profound, having you, poking me," said Nevada. "We can do each other, but, never let the ranch hand see us together being cozy. " Oscar pressed strongly, as he spoke. "I can do that," replied Nevada smiling. "You talked about me poking your hole, and I am going to do that right now. Pull over and get into the bed of the truck," commanded Oscar. "You're kidding, you mean right now? Okay, if that is what you want." Nevada replied. "No, I am playing with you," laughed Oscar. "You already drained my nuts, yuh; think I am a super stud"? "Yeah I do, about as super as they come." Nevada admitted talking gayer than Oscar ever suspected. "Next time, I am going to remove your clothes, and lick you from head to toe. When your butt crack is wet with saliva, I'll get myself a poke, dumping a honey load of cum, deep inside your open little hole." "I'll take it," cried out Nevada feeling a rise in his pants once again. "Sure `nuff that sounds serious, sort of tender, yet wild." Oscar craved Nevada standing, sitting or lying down. He discovered that Nevada made him happy and determined to make the most out of every nasty moment they were alone. He was losing the Parker battle of "no boyfriends - sex only," by falling in love with Nevada, as every hour ticked away. He ached to use him as his whore; however, he struggled not to think that way. He loved Nevada, then again, naked, he turned Oscar into a bull-breeding animal. Nevada driving slowly, kept watching Oscar's open legs choking back a hunger that he saw as strength, to keep him happy. He was Oscar's cocksucker. Moreover, he was a tight warm hole grasping Oscar's pecker for a slippery wonderful ride. Nevada believed he had it all. As far as Oscar was concerned, he certainly did. When you come to the fork in the road, just ahead, keep to the right, and that will take us back to the house." Oscar told Nevada. "Ok boss," - As usual Oscar was correct; the house was straight ahead. "Pull up alongside the trees, and park next to the black pick-up." "That' my truck," Nevada reminded Oscar. "I know – just park there so we can make out before going inside. With the trees, nobody can see us," Oscar assured him. It was dark out now. "Did you say make out now? No, that is not a good idea. You can't screw me in a truck, no fucking tonight," Nevada stated; things were moving too fast. "I wasn't talking about sex, I am talking about kissing. I love you, and you light me on fire, I'm really fucked up, thinking of you," confessed Oscar no longer playing games. Sometimes Oscar thought that reality was just a game. He imagined that Nevada thought passionately about having the foreman for his secret love. There was too much thinking going on, so he tried not to dwell on it. Still, Nevada was determined to change nothing, except for holding on to Oscar. It was the best of times for them, in spite of the worst of circumstances. They couldn't get close enough in the vehicle that Oscar now called, his "damn truck." However, it didn't stop Nevada. He simply got out of the driver's seat and went around to the passenger side. Then, opening the door, he pressed himself into Oscar's willing body. The moment was frantic beyond anything two men would normally do. He stood between Oscar's legs pressing his crotch against, a bullfrog moving around in Oscar's pants. "What has sex to do, with being a team player?" – Nevada, had an opinion, but wasn't sure, however, he was curious enough to find out." ******** To continue... Jbalancier9@yahoo.com – thank you for your feedback, and please keep reading. https://donate.nifty.org/ (Please help, thank you)