Chapter 4

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So often, Ben would approach Alex about getting together again with Danny, but that wasn’t importin. The bunkhouse was the agenda. Charlie never considered anything as dramatic as building a large barn. The boys talked for hours planning preparations for building Pa’s addition. The job was to be harmony and progress, not some willing punishment. They discussed every aspect of building they could consider, based on what they did in the past.

Louise and Chet Lockroy were the closest neighbors to the Paxton ranch. They had four sons, a plain looking daughter, and two farm helpers running their ranch. Chet was a wealthy farmer. He stopped by, offering to help Charlie with the bunkhouse.

“I’m much obliged Chet, but my boys can handle it. I am not figuring a big happening doing this,” said Charlie passing coffee to Chet Lockroy sitting in the rattan chair on the stoop.

“Can you use some lumber? I got a heap of decent boards left from a barn raising last spring. It’s piled up in my barn taking up space, when a neighbor could use some respectable wood, I say, “Pass it along.”

“Shore can, I will buy it from you,” said Charlie.

“You’ll do no such thing. I’m offering, not selling,” Chet replied, picking up a biscuit from a dish sitting on a table.

“Nah, that doesn’t sound right to me. If I can use the wood, I can pay for it. That’s what sound fair to me,” continued Charlie.

“You’re a tough man Paxton – yes sir, a tough man. Chew on it some, and let me know. I have to be getting back to the place. My boys are breaking wild horses and I have to check on bones and bruises. He set the cup down and left.

“What was all that about,” asked Sara, picking up the empty cups.

“It was Chet Lockroy, wanting to help with the bunkhouse addition.”

“That’s right neighborly. They certainly are friendlier than the snooty Higgins. I’m pleased that Pearl Higgins is out of here. California can have both of them.

“Now ma, be nice,” stammered Charlie trying to avoid her sharp words.

Guitar music accompanied by a harmonica was coming from the bunkhouse. Alex and Mickey were playing and singing country ballads and Johnny was accompanying them with his harmonica. The sound was wildly appetizing and a surprise to everyone, especially Charlie. Nobody even knew that Johnny could play the harmonica.

The boys in the bunkhouse were not, “nestled all snug in their beds,” but they were leaning back and listening.

“Down in the valley the valley so low - Hang your head over, hear the wind blow, Hear the wind blow love, hear the wind blow……..”

“They sure can wail out some fetching tunes,” mumbled Dan, teary eyed. He was showing a gentle side, almost weak, and didn’t care who saw it.

The sky twinkled with thousands of stars as Alex, Mickey, and Johnny sat on the stoop with ma and pa Paxton, singing songs that Mickey had written. The strumming of guitar strings filled the dark night guaranteeing a brighter morning. It was only dreaming, still the music affected everyone, so how bad can dreaming be?

Danny had a difficult time sleeping that night after watching Alex with Mickey singing together. He wanted to jump from his bunk and crawl in with him. Alex was just that lovable, in Dan’s eyes.

In the morning, Randy asked if everybody slept well, since they were beginning the bunkhouse addition that morning. Everybody said –“yes.”

Dan took Alex aside and whispered – “I didn’t sleep well, you kept me awake watching you sleep. I kissed you many times, held you close, and cuddled keeping you warm.

Alex looked at Dan from the corner of his eye and motioned towards the door. Danny knew exactly what he had in mind to do.

Alex got up having an instant longing, and went outside to the barn. Dan followed, and with the barn door closed, Alex was on his knees with his face in his crotch, draining the energy from the man he not only loved, but worshipped heart and soul.

Dan’s mind did a ‘happy dance’ and his cock delivered Alex his well-earned effort. It had been three year of romping together in and out of bed. It was always wonderful; however, Dan felt trampy sneaking off with everybody close by for oral sex. Alex didn’t like it either, but it was the best they could do, with such a strong attachment for each other.

Danny was a powerful man naked, sexy beyond belief. It was all Alex could think about. He wanted desperately to get back to some serious lovemaking.

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Caring for the animals takes priority using brains, muscle, and grit. The livestock out to pasture were mostly grass fed but still got a diet of corn and grain. Alex and Dan headed out to do fence repairs in pastures that were a long stretch from the farm.

“What are you thinking about,” Alex asked Dan as they rode towards an old abandoned barn near the livestock grazing in the distant pasture.

“Why ask me that? What’s in my head doesn’t mean I have to tell you what I’m thinking.”

“You always do.”

“Okay, I was hoping we didn’t find a broken fence in need of repair,” Dan continued, stopping so they could talk.

“Alex had that gleam again in his eye. He remembered how fiery Danny looked sitting on a horse erect, with his legs spread. Just being his friend made a cowboy proud. Alex was more than a friend – way more.

“The old barn……you want to?” asked Dan. Completing the question wasn’t necessary that always meant naked to Alex.

Danny’s head dipped to one side. Through a slight fuzz of whiskers, he licked his lips and grabbed his crotch. He had been stewing on it all morning. Oh yeah, He wanted to go to the abandon barn in the worse way.

Together they were a whole lot of everything. They used one another like homo whores, doing what felt right. Every time, was as exciting as the first time.

At the deserted barn, the door was barely shut when Dan undressed Alex. They fumbled getting out of their clothes flopping down on some hay left in the empty barn.

Dan used every bit of experience he knew on Alex, masturbating him with his lips and mouth. Dan made little growling sounds like a hungry coyote drawing cock to the back of his throat each time. Alex was his boy, no doubting that. At one point he thought he was going to choke; but dang, this was Alex, and a little discomfort was worth it.

Dan loved Alex like on a wedding night. The usual manor of plunging and banging away like Ben, the bull would do, didn’t happen. Danny wasn’t an animal. He valued what he was doing talking and kissing constantly, telling Alex how much he loved him.

Alex’s arms clung to Dan so single-mindedly that his eyes rolled back in his head. There was no denying these two cowboys were in love. Not a tingly silly love, but flesh soaking real affection. They knew how good they were together, nevertheless good or bad, they had to keep it a secret. Being special is tough love.

“You shore know how to use what you have,” Alex whispered, kissing Dan one more time.

“My heart knows it to, that’s for sure,” Confessed Danny. Let’s do it again tomorrow.’

Fence fixing was a wrangler’s least favorite chore, however; Dan and Alex wanted to do it. It meant they could be alone and get naked together, knowing they were completely safe, away from eyes that could crush their perfect world.

“Doing it again tomorrow, sounds heavenly.” Alex replied.

“I surely would admire that,” agreed Dan, pulling him closer and nibbling on his upper lip. 

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To be continued……