Chapter 10

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“I think this country is big enough for all of us. I know Nebraska certainly is as long as you now where you’re going.”

“Whatever you say,” Brother Bart.

They slept in bunk beds made extra wide by their pa Chester. Bart is on the bottom boards and Colt is always above him on the top.

Colt slung his long legs over the side and jumped down.

“Move over,” he said to his brother. I can’t talk from up there. Let’s hold each other, like we always do, when we fool around.”

Colt cuddled close, putting his fingers around Bart’s dick. He was hard.

What in thunderation, this dog won’t hunt. You’re stiff as a pistol even after a poke with Iris,” said Colt, testing the water.

“Is this ‘honest injun’ time?” asked Bart. “I mean no storyin and lying!”

“Always, we are brothers, even if I do have a bigger pecker,” babbled Colt. Trying to lighten what sounded serious.

“Naw you don’t. We measured and I won. Do you remember that? Boasted Bart.

“I let you win.”

“You can’t let me win. Numbers don’t lie.”

“Do you feel better now, that we are talkin brotherly talk? Giggled Colt.

“Yeah, I do homo,” snickered Bart pushing his big hog into Colt’s leg.

“What’s the matter, didn’t Iris get a load?”

“No, I didn’t do anything with her. I played cards and lost money. She wasn’t too friendly after that.”

“I know.”

“What do you know?”

“You lost playing poker and Jack saved your ass paying the debt for you. It’s penny pluckin stuff, only three dollars, still poker ain’t yur game.

“I owe it, and I’ll pay it. I am going tomorrow to give Jack his money,’” said Bart.

“Nah, you don’t own anything. When Iris told what happened, I gave Jack the three dollars and yur squared away. No wonder your dick is warm, and poker stiff, you didn’t get a whore to poke.”

Colt was talking like a badass queer. Homos, to ones thinking, were delicate, however, not this Nebraskan boy. Colt was a genuine cowpoke with callus hands and a hard body….nothing delicate.

Colt wanted to move forward with more than just talk. He put Bart’s needy cock into his mouth and moved how he thought sucking should be done.

Some things need no teaching. He licked like getting the filling out of a cookie.

“Dang, this is good,” moaned Bart. He was getting a treatment far better than a slippery few second poke with Iris. He had his brother’s face munching on his pecker, and it didn’t get better than that.

“Yeow, don’t stop, this secret is safe with me.” wailed Bart touching Colt’s head.

“Stop moaning, ma will hear you and think you have a belly ache. Be still, I’m doin okay.”

It didn’t take long before the first shot of warm cum hit the back of Colt’s throat. He swallowed and more kept coming.

Bart rested beside his brother with a slight tremor to his leg. His dick continued to leak a bit, but they paid no attention to it.

It was over. Bart got what he needed, with the energy zapped out of him.

“Yup, Colt thought. I must be a homo, but I’m not crazy.”

 “Are you okay? Asked Colt, who had climbed back to the top bunk.

“Yeahhh, much obliged, I owe you a big one, but tomorrow. I’m plum tuckered out and can’t do anything now.”

“Owe me for what? You mean a pecker release?” asked Colt, trying to keep his voice down.

“Yup, that’s the one.”

“Never mind about that, one way is good enough.” Colt replied.

“Well, we’ll see about that,” Bart whispered, so tired he was falling asleep.

“Nite Colt…”

“Good night, Bart.

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Sunrise came quickly with Bart being the first to open his eyes. He laid in bed watching the sky look like burning fire as the sun rose over the horizon.

You could hear animals stirring and noises coming from the horse stalls.

Bart pulled on socks, then his britches and grabbed his work shirt from a chair next to the bed. He sat down on the bed to pull on his boots moving the bed just slightly.

“Colt rolled over. “Tis morning brother Bart, is that coffee I smell and bacon?”

“Believe it is, eggs too when we get our butts out there. You know how ma wants us at the table.”

Bart leaned against the bunk beds and ran his fingers through Colt’s hair. He had a handsome head of light brown hair curled over his ears. Say what you will – they were a team. Sex was something they dared not talk about.

Colt slid off his bunk and Bart handed him his britches. He dressed quickly and the two of them were at the breakfast table, when pa got his second cup of coffee.

“You never did say what you boys did in town yesterday,” questioned ma.

“Not a heapin load of much, that’s for sure,” added Bart.

“We went around the cattle yard checkin stock and countin steers. The town was jumpin with people, so we meandered around getting a beer and reading signs like the one on the jailhouse.”

“We met Abe, at the livery stable. He said to give a “howdy,” to you and ma. I forgot to say that last night.” Colt admitted.

“I misjudged that young man. He is a fair decent cowpoke. I didn’t trust him in the beginning, but I was powerful wrong about that.” concluded pa.

“I figured from the start he was decent. Women know about such things. A right lookin young man, so forceful, yet kinda sweet,” said Hatti.

“I wouldn’t say, “sweet” mumbled pa.

“Oh for land's sake, nobody gives a hoot, what you would say!” added Hatti.

“Abe, wants me to go to Colorado and be his prospecting partner, panning for gold.,” announced Colt.

“Oh my – Colorado!” replied Hatti. “Bart, did he ask you to go, too?”

“Naw, I wasn’t there. I was at the corral.”

“Now hold on there,” interjected their pa. “Getting rich just ain’t happening. Don’t be running off with some gold fever cowpoke to Colorado.”

“Without help, we wouldn’t make it. I would have to hire farm hands, and that would take the money saved in the sugar bowl.”

Chester not wanting to lose his boys was selfish. He dreaded them marrying and moving on. He kept dodging the topic, but recognized he would have to deal with it someday. “Don’t fill their heads with that marriage talk again,” barked  pa, “Time enough for sparkin later.”

“Nah, don’t fret over anybody leaving. We’re not goin away from the farm.”

“When yur married to some young lady, that will be different,” said their ma.

They swigged down what coffee was in their cups and headed to the barn.

“Whew, that was close?” said Colt. – “Yeah, too dang close.” Agreed Bart.

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To be continued……