Chapter 3

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“Pa wants everybody back at the bunkhouse, with no dilly-dally. There is no time for poking anyway, we have to get mounted.” said Ben.

Danny already had swung his long frame onto his horse. “You’re going to have to give that rooster a hand choking, by your lonesome,” laughed Dan.

“It won’t be the first time.” Ben pushed his hat back giving Danny a shitty grin and lifted himself onto his saddle holding onto the horse’s reins. Alex followed suite, and the three of them rode off, back to the bunkhouse.

Ross was the last man to come into the bunkhouse after putting away the branding irons and watering his horse. All of the ranch hands were there including Pa. It appeared that Charlie Paxton had something to say.

“Boys – there is no getting around the work you do to keep this place running tip top. I think of you all as cowpokes with special abilities. My boys, that’s who you are, However, the bunkhouse is not big enough for everybody.”

“Yew pa, you saying you’re letting us go?” interrupted Johnny looking very concerned.

“Hold on – hold on, NO, nothing like that. We are going to build an addition to the bunkhouse and everybody will pitch in. You boys have built things before, like shacks, cabins, sheds, and barns. How hard can making this place bigger be? I say, not a lot of fretting to be concerned about.” Charlie declared.

“Pa, you want I should draw up a sketch for a bigger room? I built a house when I hitched up with Caroline, my divorced wife.” That seems so long ago,” said Randy, who was always interested in work of any kind.

“Yep, do that. Ma has been doodling, and she came up with something, but she’s a woman and a bunkhouse needs a man’s figuring.

“Okay boy’s, that’s it – any questions?”

“Yeah,” blurted out Alex, how we going to pull this off?

“The wall of the bunkhouse will open into a room that we build. It should double the space we have now. We are getting the lumber in town at the saw mill and the hardware at the blacksmith,” continued Charlie.

“Okay pa,” they all replied, we can getter done.

“It beats me why pa needs a bigger bunkhouse. We fit just fine, getting a place to bed down,” said Mickey once he was alone with Alex.

“I don’t think its pa’s idea no how, I think making the bunkhouse bigger, is ma’s idea. She does stuff like that.”

“Why?”

“She’s a woman, and women have their own way of thinking.”

“And pa is going along with it? I mean why do it. Quizzed Mickey not knowing how the Paxton’s did things.

“She’s ma, that’s all you got to know,” exclaimed Alex.

“Mighty sorry, didn’t mean to snoop; pay me no heed,” mumbled Mickey. “Can you play the guitar? He asked.

“Yep, a little, but not like you can,” confessed Alex. “I can sing too, but never do, except when I am alone. Ma says I sing right good, but she stretches things.”

“I’ll teach you the guitar and we can sing together like a trio,” said Mickey.

“You mean a duet. That’s two people.”

“Yup, sort of like that,” Mickey agreed.

“I have a guitar, but I am mighty dumb. This will take a heap of teaching.”

“Don’t fret. My pa taught me and I am a good teacher, said Mickey.

They began trekking off together after chores and during their free time. They would ride off with guitars hooked to their saddles and play songs every chance they got. It was obvious they liked one another, and the more they practiced, the better they became.

“There they go again, off towards the pines,” Ben said to Danny “Maybe something is going on with them. Yue think Mickey’s a homo?” Ben asked.

“Don’t possum up trouble. Who cares if Mickey is a homo wrangler? It is not likely. They are playing their guitars in the pines. It’s only music, Ben, I know Alex,” said Dan.

“He’s my best friend,” asserted Ben. “I’m the one who knows him.”

“He’s my boyfriend, back off,” Dan demanded.

Ben had his eyes glued to Dan not thinking about Alex and Mickey with harebrained guitars. Earlier he was close to getting in Dan’s pants for a delicious poke, and now that poke was near, yet so far away.

“Forget about them. Let’s fuck!” Ben stammered staring into Dan’s face.

“You’re getting me all railed up because you want somebody to fuck?”

“Is it working?” replied Ben grinning like a jerk. “You got a sweet body.”

“Yeah - It’s working.”

Dan remembered how profound Ben’s cock felt inside his butt. It was worth riding that pole again especially when you’re a horny buckaroo.

The wranglers saw nothing wrong with fucking each other. Ben was the stud cowboy poking his friend Alex. He favored Dan however, pledging to the almighty, he was poking Dan’s butt just to get into a tighter hole. Ben would trade Danny in a second, for a girl who was not a saloon whore.

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They were finished for the day and nobody was near the barn. Actually, the area looked deserted with the cowpokes away working on the range.

“How about going to the hayloft? It beats having to ride to the riverbank. Just don’t grab my ass on the ladder,” said Danny.

The loft was the humping place for farm sex. You could be naked and not seen. Nobody, on the farm went up there, and one could hide behind bales of straw and hay if necessary.

They put up their mounts and casually walked towards the barn. It was just another normal day on the farm.

“I have never done this, without Alex being with us,” Dan spoke quietly with Ben. “I feel like I am cheating and that bothers me.”

“Don’t matter, what’s the difference. You like it, and I want it, we’ll tell Alex later. Or we don't have to mention it.”

“I reckon,” was Dan’s only reply.

In the loft, Ben put his hands on Dan’s body. He rubbed his crotch and squeezed his cock. “You’re a hot cowboy, give it up.”

“Just use my ass brother, that’s all you’re getting,” mumbled Dan who didn’t like anybody mauling his fearsome body – only Alex.

Dan dropped his pants and leaned over a bale of hard packed straw. Ben spit in his crack and began fingering him. It felt good, so he let Ben use him like a whore. He pulled off his pants so he could spread his legs further apart.

Danny had handsome legs with masculine thighs sprinkled with curly fuzz of brown hair. His dick surrounded with a scarf of the same colored hair bushy and warm looked mighty sweet. Ben’s hands worked his butt cheeks like panning for gold. He was so attracted to Danny.

Ben mounted him like Ralph the bull, and quietly pushed into the tight little crack. His nuts slapped against Dan’s firm butt as promised, eager to dump into a dark warm cavern.

Danny let Ben do whatever he wanted. He was Ben’s whore for the moment. Looking at him, not a living soul would have guessed that Dan liked being used this way. Nothing made sense.

Ben’s thighs tightened and the flood was on its way. He shot Paxton juice into his acquired brother. It was oozing back out and Ben kept pushing it back. His dirty finger went towards Dan’s lips, but that didn’t work.

“Don’t touch my mouth,” he firmly yelled.

Dan took just so much abuse and finally said, “Okay, get off – you got your poke. Let me get my pants on.”

Ben helped him on with his boots and moments later, they were down from the loft and going towards the bunkhouse, friendly and chatting away.

John, who would often help with the cooking, was getting supper ready. The boys rested on their bunks jawing away about one thing or another.

“How much longer before vittles?” Dan yelled out to Randy. They broke bread regularly ‘bout this time of day.

“Anytime, the stew is almost ready. Got the biscuits though, want a biscuit?”

“Naw, later – Be back directly.” Spent cum was leaking from Dan’s butt, he needed to rid it from his body.

Danny ran to the creek, a few yards away, and out of sight of the Paxton house. The boots and pants came off like super stud. The water was a bit cold, but Dan never felt it. In the matter of minutes, he was cleansed free of Ben. The sensible Danny, felt clean again.

The boys were at the table as Randy passed around bowls of hot stew. Dan sat down, but not the last person at the table. Randy was last.

“Why did you wash, something bothering your butt?” Alex whispered.

”I’ll tell u later.”

“Yuh don’t have to, Ben already did,” whispered Alex. “I don’t need to know, what I don’t have to know, if that makes any sense,” he added.

“I reckon so, but I’m not a whore.”

“What in Sam Hill are you talking about? Alex replied.

“You don’t object to Ben poking me when you are not there – do you?”

It was a statement not a question. “You do love me, don’t you? Said Alex.

“Of course, that’s dumb, you know I do,” confessed Dan.

“Then NO, I don’t object.”

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To be continued……