"WICHITA"
Part 8
"What are you talking about? - "Mother's know!" What did you say to her?" I asked not understanding what Jack was telling me.
"Wait- wait, I'm not finding fault with a single thing, and if ma knows that I love you, than she is one smart woman," I continued.
"It's fine, there is "talking," and there is "observation," smiled Jack. Yur Ma sees how we look at one another and she's not stupid. Women recognize love between people before men do. That's what I'm told, although I somehow doubt it."
"I had a feeling Jack was enjoying this, since he feared nothing and surprised folks all the time, choosing whatever he wanted to be. However, "homo," was a different kind of surprise.
We were two separate cowboys with the same thinking about life. On top of that, we were in love, and that is the way love happens in Wichita, even for two wranglers.
At last, we were in the bedroom, safe from prying eyes, and resting on the bed talking. Jack held my hand staring at the ceiling. "I love you Curly, ain't no two ways about it. Dang I haven't loved anybody before; but let me tell yuh, this is real. I feel it from my head to my toes. So what do you say?"
"What is more than a thousand?" I asked Jack.
"Most likely two thousand, I reckon."
"That is how much I love you, it's madness with me, I love everything, from your way of walking, to your way of loving; and that, is the truth of it." I replied now crawling on top of him.
I wanted to press our warm bodies together and smother faces in silly kisses like virgin cowboys on their honeymoon. It was so exciting.
I trusted, as always, I would be able to look rugged riding a horse into Wichita. It could be different now knowing the cowboy beside me, was more than a just a farm hand. He was the important part of my life, but only we understood what that meant.
We did some heavy kissing with Jack between my legs sucking the life out of me. He was sticky to go and barely realizing it, his pecker was inside me. I was getting fucked by a cowboy who owned me, and it was wonderful.
We got off practically at the same time. Cum dropped on each of us dripping down the middle of our chest. We paid no attention to it. We had never done that before. It was better – much better. When folks asked -"What's love got to do with anything?" I finally had an answer.
This was the beginning of things we didn't talk about. We knew what was good, and simply did it. Love comes naturally to gay men like Jack and me.
In the morning I anticipated being uncomfortable like a spring wound too tight. However, nothing like that happened. In fact we seem closer. Ma was a given, and as for pa, he didn't give a hang about anything. He saw we were happy and not queer acting, so that was good enough. He never mentioned the word "homo."
The hen house was loaded with eggs, and after collecting them, pa wanted them taken into Wichita for Clearance Huskins, the owner of the General Store. He sold a powerful lot of eggs.
I was repairing a broken stall in the barn, so Jack made the delivery to town. It was time consuming but a simple task, as long as you drove carefully avoiding holes in the road, causing cracked or broken eggs.
When Jack entered the General Store, Clarence was not there, only his grandson watching the store.
"Howdy, Mr. Preston, Yuh bringing the supply of eggs that Uncle Clarence is expecting He's not here right now. I'm Danny holding down the fort, for a couple of hours.
"Howdy Danny, obliged to meet you. Call me Jack. I don't use the Preston name; you see Curly and I are half-brothers." Jack stated making things sound believable.
"You're a cowboy, huh" asked Danny.
"That I am. Do you like cowboys?"
"Oh yeah – well some of them anyway. Of course they don't all look like you." Danny stated talking in a most unusual way.
Danny was mannish looking with a boyish smile. He was from St. Louis and although living the life of a farm boy, he was more city trained, than cowboy.
He was not bad looking with sandy blond hair and his teeth shone brightly when he spoke. Standing behind the counter Jack couldn't see his lower body, Danny was cute. Ewe, there's that word "cute" again. Okay, he was cute.
Jack got a receipt for the eggs which pa applied to what he owed Clarence for purchases he made at the store.
On the way out, he passed Clarence coming in, and they chatted before moving on. Jack sat in the buckboard about to go back to the farm, but hadn't moved yet.
Danny came out of the store and Jack got his first full look at him. Danny was "okay" built wearing firm fitting pants, with a plain shirt and of course, cowboy boots. What impressed Jack the most, was a smacking hard butt, not too big, and not too small. Well, so much for that.
Danny went into the "Hitching Rail Saloon," which had just opened around noontime. This is when the ladies working the wranglers for cash, came downstairs waiting for the first afternoon suckers to arrive.
Jack knew how saloon whores worked, but not sure about Danny. However, it was none of his business, and drove down the street and out of town.
He didn't get very far when he turned around saying to himself, "Fuck-it," and went back parking in front of the saloon.
Danny was at the end of the bar drinking a mug of beer. Talking to him was a red-headed hussy named Polly, a rather popular saloon whore. She zeroed in on Danny recognizing an easy catch with money in his pocket.
The bar was crowded, which surprised Jack. Where did all these men come from? Most were wranglers and the rest, were nothing special unless they had money on the bar.
Jack watched Danny however, Danny never looked his way. Polly was getting closer and closer to him. Jack saw him take a little step backward with a slight jump. Polly was groping him and one didn't need experience to see that. However, nobody did, only Jack.
A wealthy looking businessman waked past them saying something to Polly, and she left Danny, just like that, walking away with Mr. Greenback. That's how whores do it.
Jack picked up his beer and went to stand next to Danny, still at the end of the bar.
"Is she a friend of yurn?" asked Jack.
Howdy – Jack – right? Asked Danny.
"Yup, I don't mean to interrupt, but you looked like you needed help. Was she grabbing you?"
"Yeah, scared the hell out of me. "Look," he took Jack' hand putting it on his swollen crotch beneath the bar where nobody could see a thing.
"Is that all you? Jack asked holding a bulge the size of an orange.
"Yeah."
"Yeow, it looks like Polly knows what she's doing."
"Well, I don't. I came in here for a beer before going home and here she was. I have never been in this place before," said Danny.
"Where do you live," Jack asked.
"I'm staying with my Uncle Clarence just east of town. It isn't far, so I walk it."
"I'm headed that way, I can drop you off."
"Okay, much obliged," Danny replied.
Danny sat in the buckboard, next to Jack, heading out of town. His crotch was still swollen, and not from Polly, but from sitting so close to Jack.
Danny leaned back on the seat with his legs open. "Look at this. My pecker wants to get out," he said, without the slightest embarrassment.
"Then take it out."
"Would yuh mind if I stroke it off? That's the only way to get it down?"
"It's your pecker – go ahead. I'll stop by these trees and give you a couple of minutes, don't fret about it." Jack replied.
"That's okay, you can watch. Dudes like watching me shoot."
Danny opened his pants and pulled them down just a little ways getting to his cock and balls. Talk about blond luscious and hairy. Danny was a walking playground, for homo hunters.
Jack was tempted, but Curly was far more importin to him, so he only watched until, Danny said, "Will you do it for me? It feels much better when a cowboy gets me off."
Jack never hesitated. He put his strong right hand around Danny's pecker and pumped his cock as if jerking a pipe ready to explode. Cum finally shot from him. His balls quivered and pulled tightly against his flesh. There was no mistaking he was a tasty morsel, even though Jack didn't sample anything.
"Whew, that's better, we can go now," Danny mumbled pulling back up his pants sticky mess and all.
Jack, wiped his hand (with nothing on it) on to his pants, pushed back is hat, and yelled to the horse to get moving.
He dropped Danny off, and happy to get rid of him. He wasn't what Jack liked, although Danny did have a great looking ass, along with everything else.
Continued next - Part 9