Chapter 10

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I sure admire it, if you would put my pecker in your mouth where it is warm and wet.” Johnny said quietly to Mickey. He had been stroking Johnny and drops of sticky cum appeared on the tip, like oozing glue from a bottle.

“Sure if you want, I’ll pecker suck and swallow the sticky stuff,” said Mickey.

“You will?”

“Shore, it’s cowboy sex and we have to stick together,’ cause no woman will do it for us, and Abilene whores don’t count.”

“Darn touting,” Johnny replied, “the whores scare me. I need somebody like you.”

Dan, Ben, and Alex returned and plunked down next to them. Mickey was the only one still clothed; the others sat on the blanket naked.

With no asking, Ben took Mickey’s hand, leading him away from Johnny. It was surprising, when Mickey stood up and went along with Ben into the bushes. Being alone with Ben meant a terrific cock, so he willingly left.

Mickey had changed, becoming bolder and hungrier, when Ben wanted him. It wasn’t always that way; however, Mickey was a fast learner.

“Sorry,” Johnny said to Dan and Alex, - Mickey and I, were just playing around,” There was a slight pause; then Johnny spoke again. “I’m betting Mickey’s clothes aren’t on him much longer. Ben had that horny look on his face.”

“Dang blasted, I got to be truthful,” continued Johnny – I mean, Ben took Mickey away from here, just when things were going good. I’m not a Paxton, but I’m strong and my pecker gets fearsome lonely.”

Then he stretch, leaning backward putting his crotch on view. John was semi hard and his fine looking pecker leaned downwards covering his balls. Johnny was a hidden treasure and nobody realized it until now.

“Hush up, we on the ranch, all bunk together, and help each other out,” said Alex, putting his face in Johnny’s crotch. He nibbled on his bushy pubic hair running his tongue across his cock. The impossible dream in Johnny’s mind was happening with Alex, the ‘pretty boy’ of the Paxton farm men. Alex was between his legs, moaning with hunger pains. He had taken Mickey’s place between Johnny’s thighs.

Danny, the most masculine cowboy of all, was naked too. It didn’t make any sense, but John was not about to question it. He was groped, licked, and fondled. This was wrangler sex, a strong belief in all of them.

Danny turned John on his side. He squeezed Johnny’s butt rubbing a finger wet with saliva, along his crack.

“You want to get inside me, huh?” he said to Dan.

“Not if you’re afraid I’ll hurt you. I dassent mean to be boasting, but I have a Texas bred pecker and will give you a fuck, putting a smile on your face.

“I’m not afraid. My brother, Calvin, is nine years older, and did that to me regularly, when I was sixteen years old. Calvin was twenty five.”

“He was getting married and wanted to practice, but couldn’t hanker down with just any ole whore woman. That wouldn’t be right for an engaged man, so he fucked me instead.” Johnny continued.

“Yeah, I had to be his whore, but I didn’t mind. Sometimes, I would get three deep jabs in a day. We did it in the barn, outbuildings, the cornfield, the river bottom, back in the woods, wherever we would be alone. We listened to the birds. If they stopped singing, someone was coming.”

Calvin is long married with a passel of little brats, and has no interest in me. If a Paxton cowboy wants a poke, I’m willing,” admitted John.

As he spoke, Alex was giving him the blowjob of the century. John no sooner finished talking, when he churned up a massive load hitting Alex in the back of his throat. Overflowing creamy jizz found its way down and swallowed like cream of wheat. There was a lot to swallow, but Alex handled it nicely.

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Nothing more happened after that. Danny didn’t touch his butt. Instead, the three of them ran to the water’s edge and jumped in for a swim. Ben and Mickey came rushing naked from the woods to join them in the water.

“You got fucked,” didn’t you,” Dan said to Mickey.

”Shore did, Ben’s mighty hung. Dang, can that cowboy fuck.”

”Yup, he is a hole banger for sure,” laughed Dan, splashing Mickey with water and grabbing him by his wet hair. Say what you will, they were all friends.

There was horsing around in the water playing like kids and not grown men. They splashed, dunked, wrestled, and tussled with each other. Nobody talked about sex anymore, and didn’t care about anyone’s butt. With peckers soft and flopping around, they dried their bodies and shook their hair waterless the best they could.

Alex scooped up the blankets rolled tightly to tie them onto the horse’s hindquarters. Then he checked the ground making sure nothing was left behind.

Johnny and Mickey led the horses to the stream bank for a drink, before heading back. Everything looked cowboy normal with everyone going about their business getting ready to ride.

“Will you take a gander at this,” Ben said to Alex.

“Never in all my born days did I see wranglers who played homo one minute and genuine fellers the next. Why there isn’t a queer dude among them.”

“We are all genuine fellers,” replied Alex. “The Paxton farm has real cowboys. You can’t pick them any better.”

“Dang, if that ain’t gospel, the “pick of the crop” wranglers, agreed Dan, who heard what they were saying. “ I believe that someday they’ll have a passel of young-ins and a wife, on a struggling farm. Yep, that’s what usually happens,” he concluded.

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The weeks that followed were nothing but work, with more work. They poured their hearts into the farm, herding cattle and doing chores. Nobody expected sex, but it still happened from time to time. A year later, Mickey and Johnny, left the Paxton farm and rode off together headed for Colorado.

Ross left six months earlier and Randy soon followed. Ben married an attractive woman, named Sally, and began raising a family of future Paxton boys.

Wranglers on the farm came and went. Although, there were nine cowboys presently living in the bunkhouse, Dan and Alex were the only cowpokes from the original gang of seven. They continued loving each other out of the view of people. Call them crazy, but they never had a single thing to regret.

Twenty years had flown by from the time when Sara and Charlie Paxton crossed the Texas plains. The land changed, their lives, and that of their boys changed. Everybody lived through the good, and the shameless times.

It was a glorious sunny day and Dan rested on the bank of the creek with Alex cuddled in his arms. Frogs were jumping, and a bird was splashing its wings bathing in the water. “How did we get so lucky?” Danny asked.

“We’re the Paxton Boys – That’s the whole truth of it,” Alex replied.

“I believe you – I purely do,” said Dan, pulling Alex closer to him.

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