Chapter 5

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The bunkhouse work turned into an event, something Charlie hoped wouldn't Happen. Just the same, he wasn't about to let it worry him none.

Chet Lockroy came with two wagons piled high with lumber, cut to size. Sitting on top of the lumber rode his four boys and some menfolk, from town. Chet stood jawing with Charlie, as he shook his head – “okay.”

"What `do you think they are jawing about," asked Alex?

"Beat me, but you can bet your ass, it means work for us," Ben replied.

They moved in closer in order to hear Chet Lockroy talking to pa.

"Here's some lumber you can put to use on your building. Don't give me any pride talk, jawing about money, because my ears have gone deaf. I brought my boys along, so we can getter nailed up, faster than a grease pigeon.

"I am rightly obliged; my boys can use the help. I thank you mighty," remarked Charlie, realizing pitching in was the neighborly way in Texas.

The task of barn raising, requires many people to work cooperatively and the use of ropes and poles to erect the heavy wooden bents. Even though this was not a barn, the more men helping the quicker it would fall into place.

Hammer and saws flew at a rapid pace. The Lockroy crew and the Paxton crew worked side-by-side building a huge three-sided open crate; only it was not a crate, but a room to later slide into place.

By sundown, the addition built, although work remained in order to get it pushed together and nailed. Tomorrow surly was another day.

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The Paxton boys sat around the bunkhouse too tired to do much of anything except listen to Mickey play the guitar. Randy had no strength for cooking supper; that was downright certain. Sara sent roasted chickens and a pot of dumplings, to the bunkhouse for their supper. It was a great day for a Texas cowboy on the Paxton Ranch.

There were discussions as to the next step. Some wanted the wall removed, (ripped out of there, as Ross thought) thus opening it up completely. Dan thought to keep the wall, but cut an opening leading to the new addition. The saved wall space could accommodate some of the bunks.

"What would you like to see," Dan asked Ben.

"I'd like to see your butt sitting on my cock."

"C'mon Ben, this is serious shit. I keep telling you, I am not any dudes barn whore."

"Yawl think you could pretend again for about twenty minutes and play along, helping a feller out?"

"No."

“You always have to be proper. Dang blasted, struck out again, you got a particular reason why I can't get me a poke?" he asked Dan.

"You're not my boyfriend – Alex is, so let that news jog your brain."

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It was one of those uncomfortable summer July nights in Abilene. Randy and Ross hit the hay early plum tuckered out from caring lumber all day. Dan fell asleep on his bunk and Alex rested innocently next to him sleeping.

Ben stacked Sara’s food plates in a box, to return to the house. "How about the cook pan?” Mickey asked, not sure what the pan was even called.

"She said to bring it all back, but keep the bread for tomorrow, so that's what I'm doing. There is a lot here to carry, at least a couple of trips.”

"I'll give you a hand," expressed Mickey, putting down his guitar, "I have to help a feller out," he continued. “We can walk it over in one trip.”

When they reached the stoop, nobody was there. Pa had gone to bed and Sara hadn't returned yet from the Lockroy’s farm. She brought a handmade quilt to Sara as a `thank you' for the lumber.

Chet wouldn't accept money from Charlie, so she parted with a hand stitched beautiful quilt. "Women think differently from men," she would say.

"Nobody's here," Ben said to Mickey after putting his ma's dishes in the house. "Let' sit a spell," instructed Ben, plopping down in the porch swing, pulling Mickey next to him.

"Are you tired," Ben asked.

"Somewhat, but you did more work today than me. I am not lazy; I'm just not as strong as you and Dan." Mickey replied.

"You're a lot cuter and you can sing, that's saying something. What else can you do?" asked Ben taking a new interest in Mickey.

"What do you mean? I'm a cowboy, so I do cowboy stuff."

"Shore enough," replied Ben. His leg was touching Mickey's leg sitting so close together in the swing. Ben opened his legs as his cock began to firm up causing his famous Paxton bulge to be noticed.

It was obvious, so Mickey looked away, but kept coming back for one more peek. "Maybe we should go," he mumbled.

"Do you like what you're looking at?" Ben asked.

"Suppose so."

"Want to touch it," asked Ben getting harder noticing how “sexy-cute” Mickey looked in the moonlight.

"No, I’ve never done that; it isn’t right."

"I say the same thing, "it isn’t right,” but sometimes a feller gets to have a few secrets. Dang, I've got one," confessed Ben.

"Honest injun – what is it?"

"Can't say, or it won't be a secret."

"Yeah that's right," agreed Mickey, not so anxious to leave the swing any longer.

Ben took Mickey's hand and placed it on his knee. "There you go, take grab if you're aiming to feel my pecker.

Mickey placed his hand between Ben's legs and began rubbing his cock through his clothes. "This is like a horse – a dandy," he stammered.

"C'mon," said Ben, pulling Mickey from the swing.

"Where we going?"

"To the barn,"

"Naw."

"C'mon," repeated Ben.

"No, you will tell, and pa will boot me out of here and I need the job. I have no place to go."

"Oh hush, we are not doing anything, I just want to get off the stoop. Nobody is booting you anywhere. I wouldn’t lie to you.”

"I thought you wanted to feel my pecker. It's smooth and warm in your hand and it's only for fun. “There’s no harm in having a feel, is there? Said Ben, playing the game for all its worth.

"If I go, you won't tell Alex, he is my friend and I don't want him hating me."

"No fretting about that. Alex could never hate you."

There was a light on in the barn, so they didn't go inside. Instead Ben took Mickey behind a scrubby looking old pine tree, and pulled out his cock, putting it in Mickey's hand.

"Do you like it?" Ben asked.

"Yeah!'

"Kiss it!"

"Naw, that's okay, it sticky and leaking something," whispered Mickey.

"That, you have to lick off," said Ben who could shoot cum like a cannon.

"Not me, I am not putting that stuff in my mouth."

"Just kiss it then," Ben pleaded.

"I better not."

"C'mon, that's what cowboys do to help each other, it's only a pecker kiss."

"I can try it," replied Mickey, rubbing Ben's sticky cock between his fingers. The more he fondled Ben, the hotter he became himself.

Mickey went down on him putting his lips around Ben's meat and began sucking. He evidentially wasn't as dumb as he pretended.

Ben held his head, letting Mickey munch eagerly away. "Go on Mickey, suck it out," Ben moaned. "We are not homos – remember that. You're just helping me out."

"Do I have to swallow the white sticky stuff." asked Mickey?

"That's what real cowboys do," Ben replied telling one lie after another.

I'm tempted to believe you," mumbled Mickey between sucking and gulping.

“I got to study on that."

Mickey's lips had difficulty keeping Ben inside his mouth like he wanted. He would slurp, and then do it again, liking the way he tasted. Ben was careful not to gag him. He realized that Mickey was learning and didn't want to scare him away.

Ben cautioned Mickey that he was about to climax, but Mickey stayed munching and accepting cum. He choked a little, as Ben's hefty junk dumped into Mickey's mouth. "You didn't have to swallow that," Ben remarked.

"I didn't know what else to do with it, so I reckon that's how it should be.

"I sure admire the way you think," Ben replied, handing Mickey his neckerchief to wipe his mouth.

"I'm going to wash my mouth and then go to bed. Don't follow me! Said Mickey, “I can do this on my own.”

"Good thinking, get some shut eye and forget about just now. This is our secret, no need to tell Alex or Danny," said Ben, being sure of the power he had over Mickey.

"I won’t, but you better not tell pa, because I will deny it a whole lot," cried Mickey, obviously nervous.

"You liked it, didn't you," said Ben?

"Yeah, it was fun, but I am not a queer."

"I'm not either, don't fret about that. We are wranglers nothing else. Just saying, if you want my cock again, it's passable with me." Ben answered.

"Okay," Mickey mumbled, walking away. "I'll study on it."

Ben didn't want to push his luck in the bunkhouse. He sometimes fucked Danny, but thought that Mickey would make him a perfect cock-sucking whore. Mickey was agreeable, and somebody he could use at will.

Ben never kept secrets from Alex, however this time he played by a different set of rules. He avoided Mickey, except when his pecker had different ideas.

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That night, Ben went to bed thinking he had Mickey to calm his needy urge. For a straight man, he thought often about poking firm hairy butts. He could correct this by finding a girl to fuck; he kept telling himself.

He rested on his bunk trying to sleep, however visions of Mickey's cheeky young butt wandered through his head. That is the pure truth.

This matter was simple and Ben was making it complicated. Sex was dominating his life, perhaps he was born with too much cock. It centered on him like a blissful curse. “NO” it wasn’t a curse at all; it was a gift.

"It' going to take a heap of looking if I’m ever going to find me a girl. I’m going to continue to hope, it’s the best I’ve got.

I'm just an ordinary cowpoke," he thought.

"Nah, who am I kidding? – I am anything but ordinary.”

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To be continued……