Untitled - Gold Rush Era: Rough Draft Beginning

It seemed more of the mountain was in his clothes than on the mountain itself. Nearly a month living out of doors, panning for the yellow stuff made him look less than the man he had once been. No one would know it now to see this creature in grime that he had once been a business owner on the other side of the continent. He like many of his fellows had traded that all in to head out West and stake their claim on the new world… a world that was laden with stories of gold.

Experienced eyes found the small flakes of gold and he carefully added them to his already heavy pouch. Tonight he planned to head into town and stock up on provisions to last him another week. But first a bath and then a warm bed on a mattress rather than the rocks that always seemed to plague him in his sleep. As he packed up his things he added to his list of desires… a hot meal, a smoke and maybe a clean whore to keep him company. “But first the bath!” he thought with a smile, catching a whiff of himself as he loaded his mule.

The trip back to town took most of the day. His claim lay in a hidden valley several miles from the nearest town. It took most of the day to guide the mule over the wilderness track. By the time he reached the cemetery and the hanging tree it was dusk.

The liveliness of town was in stark contrast to the wilderness he had been used to these past few months. When he was on his claim his life was dictated by the rising and setting of the sun. At night he built a fire to cook his supper and to keep away wild animals. The town in contrast was strung with lamps. Light pored out of buildings where men caroused, drinking together and having a good time.

Making his way to the bath house he asked for a hot one. The owner took his money without comment as he undressed in the already occupied tub room. Another man sat in the adjacent tub, his foot propped up on the side. “You in from the claims?” he asked, eyeing the newcomer.

“Just got in.” Came the reply as he slipped into the delicious heat of the water.

“My name's Cody.” The other bather introduced himself.

“Mine is Bryant.” Bryant replied, working up a lather with the soap, trying to wash away some of the dirt stains from the corners of his skin.

“Pleasure to meet you, Bryant.” Cody responded.

“Are you always this talkative in the baths?”

“Most men just grunt.” Cody admitted with a smile. “I figure you can't be too quiet when a stranger is looking at you naked. Never know what they are thinking… better to know what it is and be out with it. Does my bathing companion have a bigger dick than I do? That kind of thing.”

“Oh… uh… I wasn't thinking anything like that.” Bryant replied, stopping in mid lather, blushing at the stranger's words.

“Of course you weren't.” Cody sat up in the tub, holding both sides as he prepared to get out. “I just think strange things in the tub. Pay it no mind.” He stood, revealing that he actually did have a large dick. Bryant couldn't help but notice and since Cody had said something he looked away with a blush.

After the stranger was gone, Bryant lingered for only a few minutes, already feeling sleepy from the heat of the water. Quickly he washed his hair and stepped out of the tub. In a few more minutes he was back out in the street with his sack of dirty clothes over his shoulder. The clothes he wore weren't as clean as they could be. He had done his best back at the claim to beat them on a rock and dry them in the sun. But the shirt still held a stain. Feeling somewhat refreshed he headed with his supplies back to the hotel he had passed along the way.

The hotel owner shook his head in dismay. “Sorry, but we're full up. A coach passed in today and I've got rooms full of men ready to go out and make claims.”

“Bryant! We meet again!” A voice called across the room. Bryant turned to see Cody approach him. “Need a place to sleep for the night? My room is small but I'm the only one in it. You can share a room with me.”

“It's settled!” The hotel owner smiled and had Bryant sign in to Cody's room.

The room was small and the bed even smaller. It looked like it would fit a man and a half. But it was a bed. The two men crawled in and lay back to back in the darkness.

Bryant fell asleep and in his dreams a beautiful young man passed by with only a hint of a smile. That smile sent blood flowing down to his sex and he wanted to hold the young man. But his mother and aunts were nearby and they kept talking about marrying some heiress. The beautiful young man was drifting farther and farther away but the pleasurable sensation on his sex was increasing. Awaking he felt something warm and soft between his legs.

It was a mouth and he could hear the owner of that mouth slurping and grunting as their tongue rolled beneath his sex. Bryant remembered where he was and who he had been in bed with. “Cody is that you?” He asked.

The mouth stopped and held there as if holding its breath. Annoyed at the sudden stop Bryant placed his hand on the back of the person's head and had them continue. His hands explored enough of the person sucking him off to figure out that it was male. With a sigh he lay back and allowed his companion to continue. Fingers explored him, teasing at his ass and he moved his legs to allow them easier access. “I did look at your dick…”

The mouth on his sex pulled off and the man above him took position between his legs. It surprised him how easily it slid in. Of course it had been a while since his last encounter. That had been a few months ago in the same hotel he had found a young male whore who would share a room with him. Their actions had been discreet, almost rushed. There was an urgency not to get caught. What men like him did together wasn't spoken of. This is what he hoped to escape when he came out West… besides impending marriage, there was this need to be with another man.

The body that fucked him did so relentlessly, perhaps sensing that Bryant was a kindred spirit. In a moment he could feel the frantic thrusts of one close to the edge. The body tensed and Cody draped his hot, sweaty body against Bryant's, breathing heavily. “Your turn…” Cody gasped, rolling off to take position beneath.

Despite his somewhat sore ass, Bryant took his place, feeling the tightness and heat around him as he slid in. It didn't take long for his own orgasm to wash over him. He lay atop his partner, exhausted.

By the light of day Bryant got a better look at his previous night's bed partner. Cody was young. His hands were still without calluses from working all day in the claims. The clothing he wore lacked stains or patches. It looked fresh and well laundered. His eyelashes fluttered and he opened them, staring up at Bryant in puzzlement. “You're fresh off the coach.”

“How did you guess?” Cody asked, sitting up, scratching at the back of his head and yawning. “I got sent away to hide the family shame for having relations with a family servant. It wasn't the first time. You?”

“I refused to marry the young lady they picked out for me. And I may have had a handful of indiscretions along the way.”

“Were you told you were living a life of sin?”

“My family pretended it wasn't even happening.” Bryant replied. “But then couldn't overlook my not marrying. I chose the coward's way out and ran away.”

“I don't think you're a coward.” Cody ran his hands through his hair, making it stand on end from the hair product he used. “I could suffer hell and damnation by their hands or my own. Instead I came out here, to the edge of the wilderness where no one would know me or have their expectations shatter as I fit in with the other damned out here. From my experience not ever man likes pussy. Some enjoy a little ass too. Maybe I could find work appealing to those sorts or find a house that was looking to expand their cliental.”

“I've been here a few months. There is one house that always seems to have a young man on reserve. Usually the position is short. Men around here enjoy their god forsaken ways, but not that forsaken.” Bryant sat with his legs over the side of the bed and started to dress. “A few lost their lives to the hanging tree at the edge of town. But somehow the madam keeps finding more to take their place.”

“That sounds brutal.”

“Yeah… It is.” Bryant was thoughtful for a moment. “But it's the money for about a month's worth of work. You get to clean up after the other fairer sex whores and occasionally share a bed. They well, better than they pay the women. You do have to worry about mobs. Some make enough to enter a better profession.”

“Did they tell you all this? Did the guys you bought tell you what it was like?” Cody asked.

“I know from experience. You said you'd try it. If you're that desperate for gold I can…”

“What? Oh, you mean because of last night?” Cody looked deflated at that.

Bryant pulled out his pouch and poured out a generous sized pile of gold dust onto the desk. “Here. This will keep you out of trouble. At least you'll be able to get enough supplies to work a claim.”

“That wasn't the reason why I teased you at the bath house last night.” Cody stood up, a little flustered. “I had enough money for this room and a bath and all. I just…”

“You just what?”

Cody leaned forward, wrapping his arms tentatively around Bryant's torso. “It had been a while.”

Reciprocating the embrace, Bryant gave a smile. “It had been a while for me too. Of course your drawing attention to you size helped.”

Hesitantly their lips touched. With more passion their hands tried to undress the until they both stood exposed.