Chapter 4 – Chapter 4

Frank made it back to Oskar's ranch the following Sunday and had another romping day in bed with the big Swede, but he didn't stop at Pete's ranch on the way back to Buckhead on Monday, as he had planned to do. Instead, he rode into North Platte, where he joined in the funeral of Sven at the town's burying ground.

Pete was too distraught for any sort of mixing with anyone that day, including Frank, but Frank managed to get him to agree to come to the Buckhead Ranch that Friday evening at a specified time.

"Sven would want you to jump right back in," Frank had said when Pete said he couldn't go back home with Frank after the funeral. "You took care of him for so long and denied yourself. If Sven loved you, he'd want you to move on—maybe even reassess your life and reconnect with those who meant something to you before."

Frank was trying to turn Pete back to Oskar, and he hoped he wasn't being too obvious about it. There would be no way for Pete to know that Frank knew much now of what had happened to cause the bad blood between him and Sven, on the one side, and Oskar on the other.

"I know you're right," Pete had said. "But not in Sven's house. Not yet. I can't turn to another man, even you, that soon in Sven's house. What we did the other night . . ."

No problem, Frank thought, the house was about to fall down around Pete's ears anyway. And this was even better than Frank had anticipated.

"Would you come to me at the Buckhead Ranch?"

"Yes."

"Will you come on Friday evening?"

Pete had agreed, and, so, on Friday evening, when he arrived, Skinner gave Frank a conspiratorial look and said, "Take room one; it's ready and it's our best."

Pete was yielding to Frank immediately in the room, fully committed to the sex. The lights were dim and Pete was on his back, a pillow under his pelvis, and Frank on top of him, between his thighs, slow pumping him in the missionary position when the door opened, and someone else slipped into the room.

Frank knew there was someone else there—he had given Oskar a later time than he'd given Pete but on the same day—and Skinner, who knew all that Frank was trying to do, had sent Oskar up to room one.

Pete was so lost in the fuck, though, that he only knew there was another man when Frank lurched and gave a deep groan as Oskar mounted him from behind and started sliding his cock inside. Frank was fucking Pete and Oskar was fucking Frank, and Frank was doing what he could to control the fuck—keeping it slow until the other two men were fully committed and then picking up the pace so that they reached a frenzy where it didn't matter who was involved in the fucking because it was going to go to jacking off regardless.

When Oskar's chin hooked onto Frank's shoulder and Pete came up to engage in a deep kiss with Oskar, Frank knew that the other two were fully committed. There had been a brief hiccup when each had realized the other was in the threesome, but, as Frank had hoped, both Oskar and Pete quickly recovered and got past the years they had been parted and the neighbors had feuded.

When he knew this either would work from here or not, Frank, maneuvered his way from between the two and left Oskar fucking Pete even thicker and deeper than Frank could and Pete laying back and moaning, with his tongue hanging out. Frank picked up his clothes and silently left the room.

He dressed in the corridor, where another of the male prostitutes and his clients were passing by, and smiled at the mixed gaze of surprise and lust in the eyes of the client. When he was clothed, he went on down to the bar—and to Skinner.

"I didn't hear any gunfire," Skinner said.

"I think it will work. We were almost at the half-hour point. Pete came for me. It shouldn't take long now for Oskar to come with Pete, if they haven't pushed each other away. It's a crucial time. If they go another half hour, it will just be them—and a shoot-off each. I can't see them not being solid again if that works."

"Don't know; we'll see," Skinner said.

"They're perfectly matched, so it needs to work," Frank said. "Pete needs to get out of that cabin; the place is going to fall in on him. Oskar's got a great spread. And Pete can't run a ranch, but he certainly can cook, clean house, and take care of a man. Everything matching Oskar's need."

"I sort of thought you'd land Oskar yourself and escape from Buckland," Skinner said. "You really wag your tail for him, and he can't seem to get enough of you."

"I expect he'll be coming back to me from time to time even if he gets set up with Pete. Maybe we'll do threesomes more seriously. But I'm not in a hurry to escape from here. I like variety and some independence, which you give me. I'm not in a hurry to settle down with anyone. Now, how long has it been?"

"Forty minutes. When it's an hour, I'll stand you a drink."

Frank couldn't help it. He checked the room after an hour. Oskar was on his back and Pete was saddled on and riding Oskar's cock. There was no sign of animosity between the two if one didn't count Pete's cock beating itself up and down on Oskar's belly as they fucked hard.

When Oskar and Pete had been alone with each other in room one for an hour and a half, Skinner got out the good scotch and poured Frank and himself a stiff drink. They clinked glasses and smiled.

"That Pete's gonna have one sore ass and be walkin' funny in the morning," Skinner said.

"Yeah, but both he and Oskar are going to be in seventh heaven," Frank declared.