“Wait here,” I tell Evan and I cross the street.
Inside are three people doing their banking and one goes out as I come in. A single clerk works behind the cage, and past him I see two desks, a safe, and a single door, likely the manager’s office. Banks are mostly the same, bigger or smaller versions of what lies before me. I pick up a pen and do some writing at one of the tables so as not to draw attention while, after some observation, concluding that this bank is a rich one. Customers are well dressed, mainly businessmen who could be merchants or mine owners. There are questionable types as well, gamblers or pimps, their money just as good. Sodbusters are not to be seen as they’re too poor for a bank. When I’ve gotten all I need, I go back to Evan.
He stands leaned against a post out front of a dry goods store, watching me cross to him. I slow my pace to keep the connection because it’s just that, eyes upon one another, knowing what we know, what we did and will do. When I reach him, he’s grinning and I can’t help but smile, too. “Let’s get a drink,” I say and we head to a saloon.
“Look okay?” Evan asks as we have a whiskey.
“Perfect. Should be a snap.” He beams like he’s arranged it all, so I add, “Good work in bringing it to us.”
Now that the bank job is set, I need not think upon it, and so I turn to pleasures of drink. And Evan. I ask questions to keep his attention and he answers them all, then turns table and asks about me. We’re at the end of the bar so nobody hears. “You ever been with a woman?”
“Nope. Never inclined that way. You?”
“Wondered sometimes because the men chase after them so much. One time, Bart got me drunk and took me to a cat house, got me in with a woman, but I didn’t do nothing. She was paid for so didn’t care. Bart thought I did it, which was okay as I didn’t want him on me about that stuff.”
I’d had no brother to press me in any direction, just hearing Pa going at Ma in the next room, which roused me because I’d seen Pa’s big thing and thought not so much about where he was putting it as it being hard and in use. Once off on my own, I found how men could be with men, how some would have a woman and turn around and have a man. Working ranches and living in bunk houses, it wasn’t long before I put my dick to a good many. They liked my look, me being tall and dark-haired, handsome a few had said, and with Pa’s big dick.
“Plenty of men around,” I tell Evan, “and a man will let you get nasty, and ain’t that what we all want?”
Evan proceeds to tell me about his first time and I see he enjoys working himself up. Me, too. We drink some more, and after a while, I say I’ll get a room upstairs, which I do. I take him there, undress him, and do him standing at the bedpost. Maybe it’s the liquor, maybe being in a room all our own, but it’s a hell of a good one, him spraying his stuff just as mine shoots into him. And when I’ve come, I ride his bottom till I go soft, then put him on the bed and suck his wet cock.
When he’s come twice, he falls asleep while I find myself awake, enjoying us in bed together like we belong. I fix on how we’ve claimed one another, and not just our dicks. The whole of me feels more in his presence, like some part of me has gotten inside him and some part of him is in me. And these parts mean to stay.
* * * *
A couple hours later, he wakes hungry, and we go downstairs for a meal, then walk around town as the evening is pleasant. The whole time I keep thinking on what we’ll do back in the room and how good that knowing is, but also how it feels with him at my side right now, walking together. Couples pass us, men and women, and I consider how the man puts it to the woman and so must be feeling as I do, going to get into her because she’s his. I glance at Evan, who I now consider mine.
We down a few whiskeys in the saloon, unnoticed by one and all, just two more cowpokes wetting away the dust. But as we stand at the crowded bar, Evan slips a hand to my crotch and prods. I can’t help but grin because nobody knows what’s between us, and this secret makes it all the better. I don’t even want to hurry as I like this play, and I get in closer to him, talking on nothing while he rubs me. Nobody sees what’s going on, all too busy with their liquor. Finally I can bear it no longer, tell him I’ll shoot in my pants if he doesn’t stop, so we go to our room.
We hardly get in the door when we are upon one another, but I find Evan not so easy as before. Not that I don’t like what he does. He claws at my shirt till I get it off, and he starts sucking tit while grabbing at me, like he’s gone sex crazy. I look at the golden curls bobbing at my chest, rousing me something fierce, but I let him do as he wants. I manage to undo my pants and get out my dick. He then surprises me further by dropping to his knees and taking me into his mouth, sucking my thing as if he can pull the come out, which he just
