The Broker ranch occupied about 5000 acres and required a permanent staff of at least 5 people who lived and worked together 365 days a year. The work was varied and included bringing in the cattle to be branded, general care and maintenance of the ranch and its boundaries but probably the most important was to keep thieves and rustlers away from the stock.

The southern Texas area that the ranch covered was full of people who would steal and swindle you as soon as look at you and the guys who were employed by the owner needed to be tough and strong. They needed muscles of steel and a shooting hand that was as fast as a rattlesnakes strike.

"Shoot that there can on that post John." Said Grant pointing in the direction of a beer can which rested precariously on a fence post in the yard.

John drew his gun quickly and with a flourish shot the can and sent it spinning into the sky and hit it once more for fun while it span in the air before allowing it to come crashing down onto the ground.

Grant wandered over and picked the can up inspecting it closely.

"Yup, you sure can shoot. Wish I was as fancy on them shootin' irons as you"

"That may be but I'm nowhere as good as you in a fight. You punch a fella like you have lead weights in your gloves." John replied with a chuckle.

Both were pretty new to the job but had fitted in well. John was a dark haired guy of about 20 years old and, despite his younger years, his skin had a weathered look of someone who had always worked outside but with piercing blue eyes which seemed to just look right into your soul. Grant on the other hand was a typical ranch worker with dirty clothes, messed up blonde hair and dark eyes. His hands were very rough from the work that was required as a ranch hand and he had larger than average hands which aided the job and also his fist fights which seemed to be a regular occurrence. He was pushing 30 years of age but he didn't look it. You would have said that they were classically handsome.

It was a typical Sunday morning. They had been to church and done all their chores and this was the only day that they could relax and do their own thing. Although they were to be available to the owners of the Broker ranch at any time, they were allowed freedom on Sundays to just hang about. Most of the guys spent the day lazing about in their bunks or fucking each other to release the frustrations of the hard working week.

The Broker family were good people who looked after the cow pokes that worked for them. The lodgings were clean and comfortable and most of all warm when it was cold. They were fed good food and also paid a decent wage, most of which was spent in the saloon in town.  The boys were generally looked after like members of the family.

In the bunkhouse Silus and Joshua were in bed together enjoying each other's cocks. They were in the 69 position sucking each other off. Silus also had his fingers stuck firmly up Joshua's ass hole and was finger fucking him as he sucked his prick. Joshua was close to cumming and was starting to fuck Silus' face. Silus was great at taking a cock all the way down and didn't mind at all when you pushed it down his throat as he didn't seem to have any sort of gag reflex at all. Suddenly Joshua shot his load without warning causing Silus to splutter as he was taken by surprise as the spunk flew into his mouth.