Date: Sun, 22 Jan 2023 02:47:09 +0000 (UTC) From: Justin Balancier Subject: Return of the Denton Boys Part 7 "Return of the Denton Boys" Part 7 ****** "Some cowboys on the farm made little effort to remember what happened yesterday. The days passed by as usual with Jesse, of all people, back to his old tricks. That didn't stop time however. It flew by like being carried off by a tornado. It was Jesse's turn to pick up supplies in bulk for ma to keep the pantry stocked with dry food. The items were in barrows and heavy burlap sacks, so he had to use a wagon. "Take Rudy with you," said ma. He needs boots and he's not putting it off any longer. He can't be walking in those rundown heels." "Shore thing ma." "C'mon Rudy, we are going to town and get supplies. Ma said for you to get `em boots you've been shying away from buying," yelled Jesse just as Rudy was coming towards the corral. "Right now, go hitch up the wagon and I'll get the list from ma." Ordered Jesse. "Okay." When Jesse came to the fork in the road, he took the old road towards town that nobody used any longer. "You took the wrong road," said Rudy. "I took the right road." Jesse took Rudy's hand and placed it on his knee. "Ohh, I get it, mumbled Rudy. Do I have to suck your pecker again?" "I'm getting married to Amanda, but we haven't told anybody yet. Before I do something like that, I'm gonna fuck you." "Naw, no, ain't gonna happen. You can't put that big thing in me – not gonna happen," said Rudy. "If yur getting hitched, you will have the entire kitty to poke every hour. Leave me alone." "Okay," replied Jesse, pulling the wagon off the road into a clump of trees. "You don't believe me, do you? "I'm too little for that pork. Fuck your wife and leave me alone." "Okay," Jesse said again. "C'mon," - They climbed into the back of the wagon and Jesse opened his pants. Rudy's hand went immediately for his cock and his head went into his crotch sniffing Jesse's balls and rubbing his face on his pecker. He wanted it. "You have been thinking about doing this again, haven't you?" Jesse said. "Sometimes...Okay, a lot of times," confessed Rudy. Rudy did something he never did before. He took off his clothes and straddled Jesse who was naked from the waist down. "Blasted, Jesse Denton, I'll be your whore this time. How do you want to do this? But, if I can't take it, you gotta stop. Agreed?" "Shore `nuff. I don't want to hurt you and I won't. Get my pecker wet with your mouth and hope I don't shoot off too soon." Rudy worked his magic. He was a changed cowboy, and Jesse liked the change. He liked it a lot. Jesse was able to get a finger inside Rudy. He was tight and warm like a campfire. Then his hole clamped tightly around Jesse's finger, waiting for a pecker poke. Jesse wanted what he wanted. Rudy had a surprisingly good body and a man size pecker himself already hard and oozing. With his lips around Jesse's cock, syrup bubbled heading straight towards Rudy's tongue. "No – no," thought Jesse. "I want to poke this guitar playing wrangler and he is going to drain me if I don't stop him." Jesse became uncontrollable, and unable to restraint his own body. It didn't make sense; he always had control before. Jesse shot cannon balls of cum like a reenactment of Bunker Hill. As fast as it came, it disappeared in Rudy's mouth until there was no more of anything to do, but get dressed. Rudy put his clothes back on and so did Jesse. It was just that fast. "What in tarnation, just happened," asked Jesse? "Where did you learn to suck like that?" he asked Rudy. "I didn't, maybe I'm a natural," replied Rudy. "Are you pecker playing around with Sawyer? I see you with him all the time," asked Jesse? "Naw, never, I wouldn't do that, not even with Sawyer." "Dang! You grabbed my pecker, shore `nuff gobbled like there is no tomorrow." "It's okay; give it to Amanda when you're hitched." "Rudy, I don't understand you." replied Jesse." "Jess, you're a man whore, with a needy pecker. I know it's something wranglers do for each other. You told me that yourself." Rudy concluded. "Dang, I did say that, didn't I?" "Shore `nuff did." ****** In a matter of minutes they were back on the seat of the wagon and Rudy was driving. In town they loaded the supplies and made no other stops, except for Rudy buying new boots. Jesse wanted to go straight back to the farm. You don't like me, do you Rudy?" Jesse asked as the wagon rolled over the bumpy road, heading out of Austin and into the countryside. "What kind of a question is that? I like everybody, hoping they like me. I try not to think `bout stuff like that. I am not a homo even if you think I am. I'm not a strapping farm hand, and the ladies want a man who is a tough rouster, and that's not me. You have the best pecker tho, I'll give you that." "I'm not a homo either," confessed Jesse. For me a hole is a hole. Women are better, because they make babies and can cook." "I can cook," Rudy smiled finally and seemed obliging. Jesse smiled back. "I know you can cook, but you can't make babies. I don't know if you're a good poke or not. Dang, yuh gotta let me in there." "I guess you will never know." Rudy smirked. "Yep, I guess," agreed Jesse. ****** The Denton farm was almost in sight, they had about a half mile left to go. "You feeling fittin," asked Jesse. "Sure, why not?" "You did a heap of swallowing. My balls are probably empty," barked Jesse. "Yup, we both have a secret; the same secret," replied Rudy. "Don't pay no thinkin `bout it; wranglers will do that for one another, just being obliging." "Wanna oblige again sometime? Mumbled Jesse. "I don't know – probably not. Hold on, shore, why not," Rudy finally said. "Suppose I'm married." "Then suppose you forget about askin," concluded Rudy. ****** The farm was straight ahead and Rudy drove the team to the house stopping by the stoop. Pa and Hank were by the barn talking and Chad was splitting wood by the side of the house. His shirt was off and he was sweating with moisture running down his chest disappearing under his belt. Lordy, talk about beef on the hoof; Chad is "Heavenly," with no time for resting, after feasting one's eyes on this cowpoke. Clara came outside with a pitcher of lemonade and told the boys to take a rest and sit a spell on the stoop. "I've got lemonade," she announced. "We got the supplies ma," said Rudy. `I'll put everything in the storeroom," said Jesse. Also, he added, "I picked up the mail in town. Some papers for pa, and a letter for Chad. It's from Omaha." "That must be from Lucy. When is she arriving," asked Clara. Chad opened the letter and read in silence. He paused then reread it. "She isn't. She is getting married and opening a dress shop. "Oh my, that's something; read it to us!" Clara said, pouring lemonade. "Golly, this is hard to believe. My sister is goin with another man and so soon after putting her husband, John, in the ground. Why it's like saying the Alamo was a misunderstanding, sighed Chad. "Will you read the dang blasted thing," barked Jesse getting slightly annoyed? "Watch your pressure Jesse, now Chad's letter is personal and if he wants to keep it to himself, that's his business," said Clara. Not believing a word of what she was preaching. "Nah, it's not personal," barked Chad, as he began to read the letter. Dear brother Chad, I fear I may have jumped the gun rather early saying I was coming to Texas. After John's funeral I felt alone and frightened, and needed to be with family. My only family is you, so that was where I turned to hide from the present. I casually met a man who is such a gentleman that swelled my interest in men straight away. You have no idea how wonderful it feels being loved by a man, who turns night into day, just being by your side. I found such a man. I know it sounds fast for a romance, (only two weeks) but I am sure this is the one. His name is Charles Danker and a cattle buyer from Denver. We met quite by accident, when he arrived in Omaha by stage. I was dining alone at the hotel and he asked to join me. Of course, I said, please do, and that was it? It had to be love at first sight. I wish I could tell you more about him but I am learning myself, day by day. What I see, is what I like. Charles wants to marry soon and move to St. Louis, where I will open a dress shop, something I always wanted to do. I sold the farm and the money is in the Nebraska Bank in Omaha. Charles shows no interest in my money, but wants to move from here, as soon as possible. I was so looking forward to meeting Clara, perhaps another time. Your sister, Lucy ****** To be continued – Please consider a donation to the Nifty fund that keeps us writing, and the readers, reading - Thank you.