Date: Fri, 13 Dec 2024 23:36:35 +0000 (UTC) From: Justin Balancier Subject: Wichita - Part 4 "Wichita" PART 4 "****** Please help keep folk's creative stories, it means so much to everybody. https://donate.nifty.org � thank you. ****** "Fuck, Curly, I'm drained," mumbled Jack, with his pecker already beginning to relax. I hoped he wasn't out of commission just yet. Jack managed to get his legs fully around me holding firmly. It was then, he snatched my cock in his hand and my balls seemed to know what was happening. They didn't, of course, but it felt that way in my head. I could tell he wasn't up to sucking cock right after coming himself, and he told me so in a whisper. Not a problem for me, I got what I wanted this time around. "Wait about an hour, and I'll syphon-suck yuh mighty good. I'm wasted now, but only temporarily," He said, almost apologetic. I was happy just having him. Nevertheless, he held my pecker firmly and began stroking "Mr. Big." like priming a pump. "That's a ride cowboy. Dang Curly, you are some kind of hot." He said. Cum flew from me and landed on my chest. He kept sliding his sticky hand back and forth until my balls gave up and then he stopped. We pressed our bodies together, but only for a minute or so. "Do you like me, this way? Jack asked. "I can do plenty of this queer shit." "You bet, I like you every way," I whispered back since we were being naughty, and still staying as quiet as possible. However, it was time to get up, so that's what we did. After a wash up using the water pitcher and basin in the room, our clothes were on, hair pushed back, and one last tug on the boots. It was back to pretending, cuz country folks were not forgiving of cowboys being, "queer ducks," that's what they said. The smell of coffee filled the air competing with the aroma of sizzling cooked bacon, perked our interest in food. After all, queer or straight, husky men eat a solid breakfast. The other stuff, such as crotches and butt holes, would take time to be checked out. We walked into the kitchen and Ma was cooking away, doing the work of two people. She was a whiz in the kitchen and breakfast filled the old nostrils mighty good. I kissed ma on the cheek. "Hey Curly," shouted pa. Watch the smooching in front of Jack. Want him to think you're a mama's boy?" "Oh stop you two, set down," said ma, filling cups with hot coffee. Breakfast went off without a hitch. It was a family gathering, for sure, with Jack feeling comfortable around us. Pa liked him, Ma liked him, and of course I had already laid claim to his ass. I wasn't sure how it was going to work, but he brought something good to the Preston farm � I just knew it, and my pecker did too. Pa loaded the buckboard with bushels of potatoes, carrots and eggs for Wichita to sell. I wanted to make the delivery with Jack to see the Marshal, about the scouting job. If I took the produce to town, then Pa would shovel chicken shit, and he hated that job. The cows or horses, he enjoyed, but, not fond of chickens. Jack slid his chair away from the breakfast table gulping down the last swallow of coffee. "Ma'am, this is a hum-dinger breakfast. I thank you kindly. "C'mon," he said to me, let's clean out the chicken coop before going anyplace. Jack was already headed for the door and I followed him like we were brothers dealing in shit. Out the door we went heading towards the barn, we ran like boys playing - "I'll race yuh." Nobody won. Pa refilled his coffee cup and dunked some crusty bread into the coffee. "Ma, can you beat that? Jack took off with Curly for the hen house. Yup, I hanker the likes of that boy." He stammered, dripping coffee off the bread, dripping down his chin. Pa, drink the coffee, and stop playing in it" she pressed sort of friendly like. "I'm not playing woman, I am putting flavor on the bread." ******* We began shoveling the wood floor of the chicken coop. It wasn't bad with two people, the work went by quickly. "This is what you do when you have nothing else to do." I said to Jack, just to have something to say. "Nope, chores are what folks do on a farm, and there is always something that needs doing. Do you ever listen to yourself;" he asked smiling and looking for a reaction. "Nope," I replied. "I have better things to do." "Such as!" "Saying what I feel," I muttered, and then stopped talking. Ma was coming to see if there were any more eggs, so we continued sweeping. "You boys clean up before going to town. The ladies in Wichita will run away from you with chicken manure on your boots and smelling like, well, you know what I mean," she said. "Chicken shit?" blasted out Jack. "We smell like chicken shit." "You said it son," she battered walking away. She yelled back. "Wash off in the creek" "Where is the creek," asked Jack. "Behind the barn, out of sight from the house, c'mon, I'll show you." I grabbed a barn rag for wiping our boots. The creek ran through the pasture, supplying water to the vegetable garden. It moved constantly, and was clean. Jack sat on a large boulder next to the water's edge and splashed water on his boots. Instead of giving him the rag to wipe them, I kneeled, and did it myself for him. "You're mighty useful this morning," Jack said to me. "Probably so, but it's a good way for me to look at your pecker hiding in your pants. I sure could use some of that." "You just had it before breakfast. More - you want more?" smiled Jack, firming up as I looked at his crotch. "Yup, another lick on the log sounds `bout right to me." I replied. "I gotta take a piss, and you can hold it for me behind that tree. Just don't get carried away, your pa may be in the barn." There were a couple of cows in the barn, and seventeen horses grazing in the pasture. Pa boarded fresh mounts, for the Wells Fargo stage line, and right now, he was at the house. "Nah, he's not around." I replied. "Oh yeah, think again, here he comes from the stable right now. Fuck, this ain't gonna work," said Jack. "We gotta keep thinking." "I would say that's plum right. I crave the comfort of something that says, a kick in the nutts needs licking." I whispered almost giggling. "Dang, hush up potato brain, I'm as hot as you are, there will be licking time later. That's what good cowpokes usually do." ****** To Continue...