The Denton Boys

By Justin Balancier

Published on Jan 7, 2023

Gay

"Return of the Denton Boys"

Part 3


It's not unusual for the best ideas to simply vanish. "You tell some tall tales just to get yourself a poke, but hold on there..." Sawyer reminded Jesse.

"What are u getting at?"

"Pa wants everybody back at the bunkhouse, with no dilly-dally. No time for poking, we gotta get mounted."

Chad already had swung his long frame onto his horse Thunder. "You gonna have to give that rooster a hand choking, by your lonesome." laughed Chad.

Jesse pushed his hat back giving Chad a shitty grin and lifted himself onto his saddle holding onto the horse's reins. Sawyer followed suite and the three of them rode off back to the bunkhouse.


Joe 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 Ezra Denton had something to say.

"Boys – there is no getting around the work you do to keep this place running tip top. I think of y'all as cowpokes with special abilities. However, the bunkhouse is not big enough for everybody."

"Yeow pa, you saying you're letting us go?" interrupted Tommy 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 makin this place bigger be? I say, not a lot of fretting to be concerned about." Ezra declared.

"Pa, why not use the Higgins house and make it a second bunk house. I don't need it for hunting. Hunting has taken a dip off the horizon, I don't much hunt anymore. Take it – it's yours," declared Chad.

"Dang blasted, that don't make any kind of sense no how. The house is a couple of miles away and I can't put you boys in two locations. No, we all stay together. Leave the house be," stated Ezra.

"Pa, you want I should draw up a sketch for a bigger room? I built a house when I got hitched to Caroline. That seems so long ago," said Hank, 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 Sawyer, how we gonna 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 Ezra talking to the boys.

"Okay pa, they all replied.

Jesse had his eyes glued to Chad not thinking about building. He was so close to getting in Chad's pants for a delicious poke, and now that poke was so far away.

"It beats me why pa needs a bigger bunkhouse. We fit just fine, getting a place to bed down," said Rudy once he was alone with Sawyer.

"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."

"And pa is goin along with it? I mean why do it? Quizzed Rudy not knowing how the Denton's did things.

"She's ma, that's all you gotta know," exclaimed Sawyer.

"Mighty sorry, didn't mean to snoop; pay me no heed," mumbled Rudy. "Can you play the guitar? He asked.

"Yep, a little, but not like you can," confessed Sawyer. "I can sing too, but never do it except on the range 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 sort of like a trio," said Rudy.

"You mean a duet. That's two people."

"Yup, sorta like that," Rudy agreed.

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," Jesse said to Chad. "Maybe something is going on with them. Yuh think Rudy's a homo?" Jesse asked.

"Don't possum up trouble. They are playing their guitars in the pines. It's only music, Jesse, I know Sawyer," said Chad.

"He's my brother," asserted Jesse. "I'm the one who knows him."

"He's my boyfriend, back off," Chad demanded.

"Let's fuck!" Jesse stammered staring directly into Chad's face.

"You're getting me all railed up `cause you want somebody to fuck?"

"Is it working?" replied Jesse grinning like a jerk. "You got a sweet hole."

"Yeah - It's working." Chad remembered how profound Jesse's cock felt inside his butt. It was worth riding that pole, when you're a needy buckaroo.

The wranglers saw nothing wrong with fucking each other. Jesse was the stud cowboy poking his brother Sawyer. He favored Chad however, and who wouldn't?

Jesse swore by the almighty he was poking Chad's butt to get into a hole. He would trade Jesse in a second, for a girl who wasn't a saloon whore.


They were finished for the day and nobody was near the barn. "How about the hayloft," suggested Chad? The loft was the thumping place for farm sex. You could be naked up there without being seen.

"Beats having to ride to the river, just don't grab my ass on the ladder."

They put up their mounts and casually walked towards the barn. Nobody noticed them together - just a normal day on the farm.

"I have never done this, without Sawyer being with us," Chad spoke quietly with Jesse.

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

"I reckon," was Chad's only reply.

In the loft Jesse put his hands on Chad's body. He rubbed his crotch and squeezed his cock. "You're a hot cowboy, give it up, and empty your balls."

"Just fuck my ass brother, that's all you're getting," mumbled Chad who didn't like anybody mauling his fearsome body – only Sawyer.

Chad dropped his pants and leaned over a bale of hard packed straw. Jesse spit in his crack and began fingering him. It felt good, so he let Jesse use him like a whore. He pulled off his boots so he could spread his legs further apart. He opened willingly to grasp Jesse's hot crotch meat.

Jesse mounted him like Ralph the bull, and quietly pushed his big cock into the tight little hole. His nuts slapped against Chad's firm butt as promised, eager to dump its load into a dark warm cavern.

They tried to remain quiet however Jesse got carried away, sweating the faster he fucked. It was difficult to remain still, fucking a cowboy with a man's body like Chad.

Chad let Jesse do whatever he wanted to with his butt. He was Jesse's whore for the moment. Looking at him, not a living soul would have guessed that Chad enjoyed getting fucked. Two and two here, would never equal four.

Jesse's balls tightened and the flood was on its way. He shot gob after gob of Denton juice into his acquired brother. It was oozing back out and Jesse kept pushing it back in with his pecker. He also used his finger to push cum back in the hole. His dirty finger went towards Chad's lips to get licked off, but that didn't work. "Don't touch my mouth," he quietly yelled.

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

Jesse helped him on with his boots and moments later they were down from the loft and going towards the bunkhouse, friendly and chatting away as always. They went inside, just as Sawyer and Rudy were going in.

Hank was getting supper ready and the boys rested on their bunks jawing away about one thing or another.

"How much longer before vittles?" Chad yelled out to Hank. They broke bread regularly `bout this time of day.

"Any time, the stew is almost ready. Got the biscuits tho, want a biscuit?"

"Naw, later – Be back directly."

Cum was leaking from his butt. He needed to rid Jesse's nutt slime from his body.

Chad ran to the creek, a few yards away and out of sight of the Denton house. The boots and pants came off like super stud. The water was cold, but Chad never felt it. In the matter of minutes, his butt was cleansed free of Jesse. The sensible Chad, felt fresh again.

The boys were at the table as Hank passed around bowls of rabbit stew. Chad sat down, but not the last person at the table. Hank was last.

"Why d'uh go wash, something bothering your butt?" Sawyer whispered.

"I'll tell u later."

"Don't have to, Jesse already did," whispered Sawyer. "Besides, 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? Sawyer replied.

"You don't object to Jesse poking me when you are not there – do you?"

It was more of a statement than a question. "You love me, don't you? Sawyer asked.

"That's dumb, you know I do," confessed Chad.

"Then NO, I don't object."


To be continued / and please remember Nifty...

Next: Chapter 24: Return of the Denton Boys 4


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