The Denton Boys

By Justin Balancier

Published on Nov 9, 2022

Gay

"The Denton Boys"

Part 4


"Life is a struggle," jawed Sawyer, sitting with Chad on a fallen log, at Sage Brush Creek. Chad brought along a blanket to sit on, but he held it folded on his lap.

"Everything is a struggle. The cattlemen struggle, storekeepers struggle, the bandits and the clergy all struggle. Even my pa struggles with the farm."

"How about quitting that talk? Chad reached over rubbing Sawyer's hand, only this time Chad clutched it like a glove.

He pushed closer to Sawyer, putting his arm around him starring face to face. There was some magic there and they both felt it.

"I want to kiss you Chad," mumbled Sawyer, hypnotized by the green intensity in his eyes. Sawyer felt like melting, as the words poured from his mouth.

"Hold on, gotta take a piss." Breaking a magical spell, Chad walked away into the Brushes taking the blanket with him.

The ground cluttered with brown grass spaced here and there is typical Texas turf along the river. Chad stopped at a secluded spot, fumbling with his belt.

Sawyer walked around the side of the brush, to get a closer look. Chad's pants were removed and on the ground, and he was leaning against a tree. Stepping on a twig Sawyer made a noise, and stepped out where Chad could see him.

"Hey Sawyer, get over here," hollers Chad. He was holding his cock and it was hard filling his hand. The blanket stretched out beneath his feet.

"Are you going to hit me?"

"I'm going to kiss you," smiled Chad.

They came together like kismet with arms around Sawyers neck kissing him beyond anything he had ever done before. They looked glued together when Chad pulled Sawyer tightly to his body.

He kept kissing and kissing Sawyer pushing his cock into his stomach. Sawyers hand was round it in seconds, and he was where he wanted to be.

"That a great lookin pecker, you've got there," said Sawyer kissing Chad's face.

"I know. Are you going to hold it for me this time?" "You bet, but I am holding it for me. I wanna kiss it, lick it and swallow it," chirped Sawyer.

Chad slid both hands down Sawyer's back making a play for his firm pumpkin butt. He massaged his butt using both hands.

The tables reversed almost immediately, when Sawyer did the same exact thing to him using his hands. Chad's cheeks were firm and hard. He was hot looking with a smattering of black hair covering his ass like a welcoming mat.

"Yuh, squeeze my butt cheeks, squeeze hard, I want you touching me," mumbled Chad almost pleading.

"Now, that's a heap of kindness," replied Sawyer starting to tighten his grip on Chad's flesh.

They slid to the ground on top of the blanket. There was little talking going on, but a lot of gasping and grunting.

"I want your pecker to poke my butt hole," he mumbled kissing and kissing Sawyer like a mad man desperate to be taken. From his shirt pocket, Chad wiped something slippery on to Sawyer's dripping cock and whispered – "Plug me, stick it in, and poke my hole."

"What is that slippery stuff?" Sawyer asked.

"Vaseline, you will slide in easier. Just trust me," mumbled Chad.

Chad wanted to be massaged inside his butt; it would take another man to do it. He needed Sawyer, who exploded with masculinity, just what the doctor ordered.

Sawyer mounted Chad stretched out on the blanket. His cock aimed at a crack soon to be open, giving himself a first time ride, into a man's body. He pinned Chad's shoulders to the mat, Sawyer took over with no coaching, just sliding his long donkey pecker into his newly found partner craving for man sex. It must have hurt, because Chad howled squeezing tight keeping Sawyer inside him.

"Do it – take me, I don't mind the pain. It is going away." Chad mumbled.

It didn't take long before Sawyer squirted a blast of pecker juice into Chad, watching it trickle down his thigh like morning dew. Chad rolled over pulling Sawyer on top and kissing him for what seemed like a job well done.

"Whew" mumbled Chad.

"You're all sticky. Sorry I poured into your crack like that. You are a stallion Chad. I don't deserve poking such a good body."

"Yeah you do, and you've got a place to put your pecker. I've waited since the first time we looked at one another. Do you remember?" "Sure, I thought about it a lot when I saw you move sitting on that saddle. I didn't think you would let me have it, but so glad you did.

"It's a good thing we don't go to Colorado panning for gold. We would spend all day fucking each other," said Chad.

"Yeah, I suppose we would.

"You had me, and do you know what that means?" said Chad.

"I'm a man slut?"

"Well yeah, that too, but it means that I'm yours for breeding."

"Yeow, my brother Jesse would die of jealousy. He wants to plug a butt hole like crazy, but he has me."

"Is Jesse poking you?"

"No, we only talk about it, but this secret is not to be told to anybody," said Sawyer.

"Nothing is to be told to anybody," agreed Chad.

Chad put his arms around Sawyer, and began fingering him from behind. "This is mine." Chad was now claiming his right to Sawyer.

"Go for it and give yourself a tight poke. It will hurt, I know that." mumbled Sawyer. "If you can take it – I can take it."

"I'll make it slippery, but it will still hurt that virgin hole. Are you up to it?"

"Yup, gotta do it, so breeding me with your juice makes me your whore.

"Not my whore – my boyfriend." Chad corrected him.

"Really, we can lie together and kiss and stuff like that?"

"Shore can."

Chad laid Sawyer on his stomach with his legs spread. He thought for a beginner, this would hurt the least. He fingered Sawyer first getting him used to the invasion. Messy and slippery he pushed against Sawyer's tight little hole sliding in gently and lovingly.

"How we doin?" asked Chad.

"You're the one, who's `doin' – I'm just taking it and its okay. Poke away, I owe you that," muttered Sawyer, not at all comfortable.

Chad picked up the pace and continued riding him with vigor. He caressed his legs with his hands and changed his manner of speaking. He called Sawyer, his `baby,' which turned Sawyer on like never before. He could not imagine a tough cowboy stud thinking of him in a loving way. It just didn't make sense, but he loved hearing it. Nobody in a thousand years would have thought of Chad as one of those homos like there is running around in New York. He was all cowboy,100% masculine.

Chad took his time inside Sawyer's well-defined body. He did not rush or shoot off quickly as Sawyer did to him. He wanted this young stud for sex. Now, he was there, and something he planned on keeping.

Chad flipped Sawyer on his back and placed his legs on his shoulders, so he could look at him while screwing him silly.

"You're a freakin stud," breathed Chad vigorously looking at his cock going in and out of Sawyer's body. "You've got me buddy. I'm gonna want this a lot." He finally managed to say.

"Me too," mumbled Sawyer, lying there getting pecker pounded.

Then, as expected, Chad let loose with an elixir that cemented something called love. He gushed deep into the bowels of a unique hombre.

"Are you with me?" Chad asked for the second time.

"That's what I'm here for, to get everything right. You know what I want to do the next time?" said Sawyer.

"Nah, go on and tell me what the cowboy Sawyer wants!

"I want you to pop off in my mouth."

"You pop off in my butt and I'll shoot my load in your mouth. Do you think that will work?" Said Chad.

"I think we shouldn't plan anything and just see what happens, who knows where stuff will end up," replied Sawyer.

"I know, I was funning with you," admitted Chad, "no planning."

They washed up in the creek and Sawyer had trouble getting the Vaseline off his pecker in cold water with no soap. He was passionate about being clean.

Chad surprised him when he licked it off, with his warm tongue, while standing in the water together. They washed their bodies and for Sawyer, it was like being with Jesse, only far more exciting.

They dried off and dressed looking as if nothing had happened, going back to walking around and talking. They were truly connected now.

I gotta mosey over to the livery stable for pa's harness; it's close to 4:00 o'clock."

"Mighty tempting to stay, but let's mount up!" agreed Chad, completely back to being himself. "You can't forget your pa," he said


To be continued...

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Next: Chapter 5


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