Date: Tue, 1 Nov 2022 07:20:33 +0000 (UTC)
From: Justin Balancier <jbalancier9@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Denton Boys

"The Denton Boys"
By
Justin Balancier
Part 1

******

In this period, a feller had to be plum out of his head, to look at another
man with hungry eyes. Sawyer, a gay farm boy, was not about to ignore a
robust cowboy, who was unlike anyone he had ever known.

******

In the 1890ties, descendants' of Pennsylvania farmers, Clara and Ezra
Denton crossed the Texas plains. In Texas, the Denton's settled on open
land, farming and raising two boys, Jesse and Sawyer. They had their two
hands and enough money to build a modest ranch house. The house had two
bedrooms, a main sitting room with a kitchen to one side. Everything was
open except for the bedrooms, each having a door for privacy. One was for
Ezra and Clara, and the other, the boys shared with bunk beds.

The boys worked, alongside their parents, from sun up to darkness having no
life of their own. They drank water from a river stream behind their house,
before their pa dug a well by hand. Ezra hunted whatever game, he could
find, and grew vegetable crops. Nothing was easy, but they loved every
minute, being in cowboy country.

Their speech was mediocre. Their education had limits with little
schooling. However, the drive for accomplishments surpassed the hard life
they endured. They learned what they needed to know, at home. The boys
learned to rope and ride, herd cattle, and sleep out under the stars. It
was as if, Jesse and Sawyer were born to the saddle. They were masculine
always together, known as the "Denton boys" around town.

Mother Nature treated Jesse and Sawyer quite well. They were in their
twenties, masculine, good looking and single. Being single, masculine and
hot was a recipe for marriage, which scared the dickens out of them.

The Denton boys were a tale of two sexes. Jesse was straight and wanted to
fuck. At least that was his way of talking. Sawyer on the other hand, was
gay and lonely; at least that was his way of thinking. Know truth, they
were all about themselves, doing some nasty things together...

Farming became the twilight zone for Jesse and Sawyer, young men, with
ready-developed bodies bursting with testosterone, and fully aware of the
package between their legs. The boys understood only what they witnessed
living on the farm. However, sexual feelings one cannot keep ignoring, they
would get an erection for no reason at all, and so they would hide, and
take care of it masturbating by pure instinct. When they discovered it was
hotter having somebody else doing the work, sex became a game getting each
other off, with brotherly love.

Their mother wanted marriage for them and grandchildren. Ezra feared losing
his farm helpers. A cruel thing to do, was keeping them away from women,
saying, when they were older, that would be time enough. It never bothered
Sawyer, and Jesse believed getting a pussy poke was the way to get your
dick wet. Sex became a guarded secret, strictly between them.

Ezra Denton, whom everybody called `pa,' traded in town, his farm-grown
vegetables and animal furs that he trapped, for live chickens, a cow and a
horse. Eventually several more horses were added changing drastically their
farming capability.

They went by wagon to town for supplies like flour, dry meal and some flour
sacks for making curtains, towels, and shirts for the men. Ezra spent his
silver dollars at the general store in Austin, a small cattle town, at the
time, three miles away from their farm.

****** Ma, where are the boy?" asked Ezra.

"Oh stop, you are always checking on them for one thing or another. Now
what is it you need them for?" asked Clara, his wife of twenty-seven years.

"Look yonder at the opening between the two trees on the hill. There is a
storm of dust and something is coming this way. I don't like it. Can't be
injuns, they are peaceful. We haven't had trouble with the Comanche's since
the treaty. Shucks, it's been years now," quoted Ezra.

"The boys are fishing. I'm planning on a mess of fish for supper
tonight. I'll go and find them," she replied.

They stood all together, by the front gate as two men on horseback rode up
and stopped in front of them. It was their horses stirring up the dust.

"Howdy!"

"Howdy, replied Ezra.

"Is this your place?" asked the larger of the two men. He was scrubby with
worn denim pants and a shirt stained with sweat. His partner wasn't much
cleaner. He was younger, with a beard, nasty looking hair under his cowboy
hat with sweat stains.  There was no mistaking, they were real cowboys and
smelled ripe enough to prove they lived every day on a horse...

"Yup, this is my land," said Ezra, "my wife Clara and boys, Jesse and
Sawyer."

This is my partner Chad Potter and Jim Paxton here. Folks call me Paxton.
We are scouts for the army, out of Fort Houston. There isn't much of a road
up on the flats, but I spotted a wagon trail, so we went the same way,
ending up at your place."

"Where `bouts, you fellers headed," asked Sawyer, staring intently at the
man named Chad. The way Chad stared back with piercing bluish-green eyes
was disturbing.

Sawyer stared at his crotch and Chad caught him doing it. This wrangler
although in need of a bath, sported a killer body, especially his chest and
legs. He sat erect on the saddle with his legs spread like a
cowboy. Imagine what a little soap and water would do. Sawyer could see a
frog shifting in his pants, and looked away, but had to look back.

Staring between a cowboy's legs was cause for a whooping, by pa with a
leather strap. No farmer wanted a queer son; nevertheless, that bulge was
hypnotizing straight out pretty, and needed a proper, "hello."

"The reason we stopped, was for some water for the horses." Said Paxton. We
are riding into Austin in order to pay for some cattle. Colonel Summers
back at the Fort has a deal worked out with the Cattlemen's association. We
are the messengers, caring the money for the beef," admitted Paxton, who
seemed friendly by now.

We're willin to pay for the water," said Chad, shifting his butt in the
saddle. He sensed that Sawyer liked him, so he moved his body showing as
much bulge as possible.

"You men help yourselves to all the water you want. The horse trough is
full, so let them drink until their hearts content. We have a river creek
behind the house a few hundred yards away," added Clara. "We don't lack for
water."

"I have warm bread out of the oven, it you men would like some," she
continued. "That is alright, isn't it Ezra? She asked her husband.

"Sure, sure, of course," he replied. "Get off your horses and rest a
spell."

"Is it okay, if I wash up a bit?" asked Chad. I'm a little worn for wear."

"Certainly, the creek is a few feet that way, can't miss it."

"I am staying with the horses," said Paxton. We never leave the saddlebags
with the money for the livestock, out of our sight."

"Follow Sawyer, he will point out the creek," she told Chad.

Chad walked with a strut looking pretentious. He removed clothes as he
walked, flinging them over his shoulder. He strutted along like a man on a
mission, ignoring Sawyer on purpose. By the time they reached the water,
Chad had only his pants, and boots left to remove.

"Yeow," said Sawyer, a bit startled, staring at his naked chest.  "I
thought you were going to wash up, not take a bath."

"I figured you would want me to take off my clothes."  "Naah, why would you
think that?" said Sawyer.

"Never mind," – said Chad, "I'm fast I'll jump in and out gotta wash my
crotch."  Dropping his pants to the ground, Chad stood naked smelling like
a horse, yet looking like Thanksgiving.

"Okay," babbled Sawyer, gaping at Chad.

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing!"

"Wanna get in the water with me," Chad asked.

"No."

"Then beat it, get the blast outta here!"

Sawyer took a few steps, then stopped and looked back.  Sawyer gulped
seeing his naked body. This is the only time Chad smiled and Sawyer thought
he was smirking at him, so he started to leave.

"Hey, get back here!"

Sawyer ignored him, so he yelled again. "Sawyer, I said to get over here!"

"NO, you're going to hit me."

"I'm not hittin anybody – c'mon."

"Err, I don't know – honest Injun!" he cried out. "You're not pissed or
anything?"

"What's wrong with you?" Chad replied, stark naked by the water's edge.

Sawyer approached cautiously. He could not resist getting close to him. It
looked as if; he had a hairy scarf surrounding his cock. Sawyer thought
only women could be beautiful. Chad wasn't a woman, far from it, but he was
beautiful in a way he never realized.

"What are you looking at kid?"

"I am not a kid."

"Yeah, I supposed you're not. Do you like what you're lookin at?"

"That's a good looking pecker you got there," Sawyer mumbled nervously.

"Wanna touch it?"  Chad smirked.

"Naw, you will tell, and pa will beat the hide off me."

"Will not – go ahead and hold it. I don't talk about what I do."

Sawyer never replied, instead he backed up and returned to the house in
time to go inside with everybody else. "Whew" he thought about seeing
Chad's naked body – awesome!

Minutes later Chad came back dripping wet with beads of water in his beard
and hair, He was clean and glowed with amazing white teeth.  Clara handed
him some muslin cloth to dry himself. Sawyer watched him like a nervous
puppy. How he wished earlier, he hadn't run away.

Sawyer's ma sliced the bread and Jesse fetched homemade wild strawberry jam
from the root cellar, under the house. There was a pot of day old coffee,
sitting on the stove. The grounds used over with chicory added to the
pot. It was bitter, but they drank it anyway.

Chad paid no attention to Sawyer speaking mostly to his pa about cattle.
All he said to Sawyer was, "so long," when they left.

"That was a surprise," said Clara. "Company doesn't come this way often and
they seemed decent."

 "Ezra sat quietly thinking before finally speaking. "Maybe they were a
little too trustworthy, the way I see it. You can't be telling folks that
you are caring a wad of money in your saddlebags to purchase cattle.
That's takin a chance."

"Uhhh, they look like they can handle themselves," said Jesse. "I wouldn't
want to mess with them, besides they are toten six shooters."

"Auh, they are cowboys, probably getting drunk by now and chasing after
dance hall floozies in Austin," added Jesse's ma.

"Now ma, don't be fillin the boys head with sin. They are too young to hear
about them saloon whores." said pa.

"We are not too young for any of that, we don't want to upset you," said
Jesse, who was mature. "Sawyer and I know all about that stuff."

"Never you mind boys, you don't know a thing. Go put some fresh straw in
the hen house but sweep it out first," said their pa.

"C'mon, let's go shovel shit," said Sawyer to his brother." they giggled
and ran from the house.

The chickens squawked and flashed around outside the coop in their
elongated fenced in yard. Jesse pushed a shovel along the pee and shit
stained floor towards the door. Sawyer shoveled grinning and muttering as
if he was having fun. He was aching to tell his brother about
Chad. However, he was certain that Jesse would think he was lying because
Chad ignored him at their house, barely paying him any attention.

Talking together about sex was common. They were brothers sharing a room,
and stroking each other off, fascinated with cock. It meant nothing
however, only fooling around.  They didn't talk about `pecker pulling on
each other's dick. Their pa never knew, but their ma suspected there was
some touching, figuring they will outgrow what youngsters do, what is the
harm," she thought!"

"What's so funny?" asked Jesse.

"I'll tell you later, but you have to swear not to blab."

"Serious stuff?"

"Nah, dirty stuff, well sort of dirty," he mumbled."

"When do you want to talk about it," asked Jesse.

"Tonight and you can jerk my pecker, or give it a lick."

"I can do that."

They finished shoveling out the chicken coop. They looked mucky and didn't
smell very good. They were used to smelling like the horses, but chicken
shit is nasty, dusty and the odor lingers in your nostrils.

Pa had gone to the lower range to check the fence line, and Clara was in
the house, stacking wood by the stove. The temperature was warm in the
daytime, but cold on the prairie at night. Sometimes, they burned wood for
a few hours.

"Ma," – "Sawyer and I finished the chickens and are going to the water
hole to wash this god-awful mess. That's where we will be, if you need us
for anything."

"A-huh, grab a chunk of the lye soap and wash those clothes too, while you
are there."

"Okay ma!" and they disappeared through the brush to the stream that was
out of sight, from the house."

Showing the exact spot where Chad was standing naked earlier that morning,
Sawyer told Brother Jesse the story. He could still see the cock on at
man. Oh, how he wished he had touched it.

`Why didn't you touch it? I might have done it, although I would rather
touch a girl."

"Next time, I will."

What next time? Brother, you don't know a thing. He is in some whore's
room, right now poking that pecker into a nasty hole, liquored up and
sweatin bullets.  He is not giving you that chance again," continued Jesse.

"I don't care," replied Sawyer.

Sawyer was not exactly a sting bean. He was young, husky with a cowboy's
body and hot like his brother and Chad. He was thinking about giving His
hard butt to his brother, who wanted to poke a hole in the worse way.

They stepped into the water scrubbing their clothes with soap, and then
putting them onto the bushes to dry in the hot sun.

Back in the water, face to face, they used their hands scooping water over
each other's body. They washed, fondled their crotches to wash the crud
away. When Jesse ran his finger across Sawyer's mouth and lips, Sawyer
began sucking his brother's finger.

They both got quickie erections. Up to now, the only sexual thing they did
was to pecker play a game they called, "make it spit."  They saw nothing
queer about it. Pecker pulling was a game.

Jesse led his brother out of the water and laid him down resting on a strip
of cloth, brought along for a towel. He lay next to Sawyer putting his
finger back into Sawyer's mouth. Golly, he was sexy.  "Suck it brother, see
how that feels. Here, give me your hand and I will show you."

He sucked his finger and Sawyer copied him doing everything together. "We
better stop," mumbled Jesse, who was so sex driven, and deprived of girls,
he almost cried. The finger sucking gave them both erections.

"Yeaaa, we better," Sawyer agreed too weak to think about what was decent.

"Sawyer kissed Jesse's stomach and then his pecker licking it. He had never
put a piss rod in his mouth before, but cock seemed natural to him sliding
his mouth over the sticky head bathing it with his tongue.

"Ohhh friggin – Jesse quivered his thighs and erupted, never cuming that
quickly before. It was being in his brother's mouth that excited him.

Sawyer spit on the ground thinking he would get sick from that stuff that
makes babies. It tasted fine, but he didn't know what to do with it.

"Was I supposed to suck on your balls too," he asked.

"I'm not sure, but it seems like it would be good, they are down there so
why not lick them. Let's think about it," said Jesse.

"Okay."

Sawyer went back into the water to rinse his mouth and Jesse followed
splashing water to feel normal again. They knew little about sex, yet
willing to try anything that felt good, and seeing nothing wrong with any
of it.

They dried off and put their damp clothes back on, saying very little.

"You okay?" Jesse eventually asked.  "Sure, I wonder how many cowboys; do
this sort of thing with a brother."

"Probably the horny ones, we gotta keep this quiet."

"We keep everything quiet," agreed Sawyer.

"Gaud yes, pa would put us both in a home for crazy people."

"Yep, you know he would."

"I love my brother, but I like girls. That's the way it is," admitted
Jesse.

"I have the bigger cock, so who cares." bragged Sawyer.

"Nah, not so big; you're one of those homos folks talk about from New
York."

"Then don't talk about it!"

Jesse laughed, putting his arm around his brother. "C'mon, pecker head, ma
is frying trout with greens and boiled potatoes for supper. I smell pie
too. Rush you to the house." Off they sprinted; so nice to be young!

They set down for supper as a family thankful for what they had. The boys
were mature now, grown men having big boy needs, hating and loving when
those needs happens. Best of all, they were first class sexual friends who
took care of each other.

Jesse was determined to find a girl from whom he could get a poke. He might
have to settle for a skunky saloon whore. The girls, on the farms, never
pulled their bloomers down, for a poke, unless they were married.

"Yup, it was true. Sawyer was different behaving like an east coast homo.
He hated the word, but liked cock.  All he needed was to wait. Cowboys have
a way of finding other cowboys. It was a cruel time, to be a hungry man.
Waiting was one option; doing something about it was another. Sawyer wanted
a naked cowboy, and "Them those want, shall get."

To continue...

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