Chapter 6

“Life is a struggle,” jawed Colt, sitting with Abe on a fallen log, at Sage Brush Creek. Abe brought along a blanket to sit on, but he held it folded on his lap.

“Everything is a struggle. The cattlemen struggle, storekeepers struggle, the bandits and the clergy all struggle. Even my pa struggles with the farm.”

“How about quitting that talk? Abe reached over rubbing Colt’s hand, only this time Abe clutched it like a glove.

He pushed closer to Colt, putting his arm around him starring face to face.

“I want to kiss you Abe,” mumbled Colt, hypnotized by the green intensity in his eyes. Colt felt like melting, as the words poured from his mouth.

“Hold on, gotta take a piss.”  Breaking a magical spell, Abe walked away into the bushes taking the blanket with him.

The ground cluttered with brown grass spaced here and there is typical Nebraskan turf along the river. Abe stopped at a secluded spot, fumbling with his belt.

Colt walked around to the side to get a look. Abe’s pants were around his ankles. He wanted to get much closer to him. He just had to do it.

Stepping on a twig Colt made a noise and sees Abe staring at him with his cock in his hand. The blanket stretched out beneath his feet.

“Hey kid, get over here.” Hollers Abe.

“No, you’re going to hit me.”

“I’m going to kiss you,” smiled Abe.

Colt moved putting his arms around Abe’s neck kissing him beyond anything he had ever done before.

“That a great lookin pecker, you’ve got there,” said Colt.

“I know. Are you going to hold it for me this time?”

“You bet, but I am holding it for me. I wanna kiss it,” chirped Colt.

Abe pulled him in closer placing both hands down Colt’s back making a play for his firm pumpkin butt. He massaged his butt using both hands.

The tables reversed almost immediately, when Colt did the same exact thing to him.

Abe’s cheeks were firm and hard. He was hot looking with a smattering of black hair covering his ass like a welcoming mat.

They slid to the ground on top of the blanket that Abe had placed there earlier. There was little talking going on, but a lot of gasping and grunting.

From his shirt pocket, Abe wiped something slippery on to Colt’s dripping cock and whispered – “Plug me, stick it in, and poke my hole.”

“What is that slippery stuff?” Colt asked.

“A little Vaseline, you will slide in easier. Just trust me,” mumbled Abe.

Abe loved his prostate massaged, but it took another man to do it. Where in a cattle town would he find somebody to do that?” He needed Colt, who exploded with masculinity, just what the doctor ordered.

They were both naked touching and licking like the hungry animals, they had become.

Colt mounted Abe stretched out on the blanket. His cock aimed at a crack soon to be open, giving himself a first time ride, into a man’s body.

Pinning Abe’s shoulders to the mat, Colt took over with no coaching, just sliding his long donkey pecker into his newly found boyfriend.

It must have hurt because Abe howled squeezing tight keeping Colt inside him.

“Take it – take it, I don’t mind the pain. It is going away.”

It didn’t take long before Colt squirted a blast of pecker juice into Abe, watching it trickle down his thigh like morning dew.

Abe rolled over pulling Colt on top and kissing him for what seemed like a job well done.

“Whew” mumbled Abe.

“You’re all sticky. Sorry I poured into your crack like that. You are a stallion Abe. I don’t deserve poking such a good body.”

“Yeah you do and you’ve got a home for your pecker. I’ve waited since the first time we looked at one another. Do you remember?”

“Sure I do. I thought about it a lot. I wanted you ever since I saw it move “cowboy style” sitting on that saddle. I didn’t think you would let me plug your hole, but so glad you did.

“It’s a good thing we didn’t go to Colorado panning for gold. We would spend all day doing each other,” said Abe.

“Yeah, I suppose we would.

“You had me, and do you know what that means?” said Abe.

“I’m a slut?”

“Well yeah, that too, but it means that my hole is yours for breeding.”

“Okay,” was Colt’s only reply?

Abe then put his arms around Colt, and began fingering him from behind.

“This is mine.” Abe was now claiming his right to fuck Colt.

“Sure, go for it and give yourself a tight poke. It will hurt, I know that.” mumbled Colt. “If you can take it – I can take it.”

“I’ll make it slippery, but it will still hurt that virgin hole. Are you up to it?

“Yup, gotta do it, so breeding me with your juice makes me your whore.

“Not my whore – my boyfriend.” Abe corrected him.

“Really, we can lie together and kiss and stuff like that?”

“Of course.”

Abe laid Colt on his stomach with his legs spread. He thought for a beginner, this would hurt the least.  His dick was not small, so he fingered Colt first getting him used to the invasion. Messy and slippery he pushed against Colt’s tight little hole sliding in gently and lovingly.

“How we doin?” asked Abe.

“You’re the one, who’s ‘doin’ – I’m just taking it and its okay. Poke away, I owe you that,” muttered Colt not at all comfortable.

Abe picked up the pace and continued riding him with vigor. He caressed his legs with his hands and changed his manner of speaking.

He called Colt, his baby, which turned Colt on like never before. He could not imagine a tough cowboy stud thinking of him in a loving way. It just didn’t make any sense.

It was very confusing to Colt. Nobody in a thousand years would have thought of Abe as one of those back east homos. He was 100% masculine.

Abe took his time inside Colt’s young body. He did not rush or shoot off quickly as Colt did. He had been thinking of Colt for a long time and wanted him for sex. Now he was there and something he planned on keeping.

This was a period where such ‘caring on’ was rare – but not really. It seemed rare because nobody talked about people’s choices in those days.

Abe flipped Colt on his back and placed his legs on his shoulders, so he could look at him while using him silly.

Colt’s legs were muscular with spouts of dark hair meant for chewing on.

“You’re a freakin stud,” breathed Abe vigorously looking at his cock going in and out of Colt’s body. “You’ve got me buddy. I’m gonna want this a lot.” He finally managed to say.

“Me too,” mumbled Colt, lying there getting pecker pounded.

Then, as expected, Abe let loose with an elixir that cemented something called love. He gushed deep into the bowels of a unique hombre.

Are you with me?” Abe asked for the second time.

“That’s what I’m here for, to get everything right.

I gotta mosey over to the harness shop for pa’s harness, it’s 4:00 o’clock.”

“Mighty tempting to stay, but let’s mount up!” agreed Abe, completely back to being himself. “You can’t forget your pa.”

To be continued……