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Chapter I: Cityboy Twink Meets Cowboy Stud
Welcome To Goodsprings
It was just about late noon when we arrived at Goodsprings via Primm side. Taking the southern routes through Route 160/1 and Sloan although much quicker would've almost certainly spelt doom for our trade caravan's fortunes and thus we trekked the long and arduous trail that looped around Black Mountain in order to reach Goodsprings safely. Working with the Crimson Caravan company has been a dream come true for me, I suppose for any youngster growing up in Freeside - such an opportunity would seem as elusive as that sunset sarsaparilla star treasure myth I've heard about. If I were to begrudgingly think back to those days in Freeside, it would only bring back feelings of contempt and regret. I was young and stupid back then, nothing but a sneering punk but now the wasteland is my oyster - Mmm, I don't ever have to think back to those dark days ... As I recollect myself from the reminiscing, we finally stop at our destination - The Goodsprings General Store.
Some time passes before we begin to unload our cargo, seems like the boss finally finished cutting the red tape negotiations between the store owner - some greedy waster named Chet. I've seen his type before in Freeside, reckless in their pursuits for a quick high whether in high stakes gambling or through jet but overall completely devoid of any real substance. More boxes are loaded and unloaded from the pack brahmin, and soon the the yellow hues of the noon sky retreats for darker shades of dusk. At the advice of the locals, we opt to spend the night here - apparently some wackos armed with dynamite recently escaped from a nearby NCR prison. As we depart to our allotted camp site, I notice a solitary silhouette seated on the front porch of the Goodsprings Saloon. In all my life spent out in the wasteland I've never seen someone
so distant ... so alone.
Chapter II: Men Get Lonely Out Here
❤︎₊ ⊹ ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ ❤︎₊ ⊹ ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ ❤︎₊ ⊹ ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ ❤︎₊ ⊹ ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ ❤︎₊ ⊹ ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ ❤︎₊ ⊹ ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ ❤︎₊ ⊹ ⸝⸝⸝
What If We Shared This Burden?
Sharing a crate of sunset sarsaparilla amongst the other caravaners, we quenched the thirst brought from a hard day of trekking and exchanged pleasantries around our campfire. When the opportunity arose, I slipped away from the others and found a nice ditch to set up my bedding. I don't have any issues talking with my colleagues, and for that reason they seldom realise how much of loner I am. Trust or maybe the unofficial law of the wastes mandates one to not get too attached to anyone out here. The chuckles and crackle of the fire's embers begins to subside when I start to dwell on heavens above ... "Uh huh, the stars look pretty tonight, don't they"; an unfamiliar voice from behind me gently whispers. "Whaaaa-uhh, who's there"! In the darkness looming over me was a well built figure with broad shoulders and a cowboy hat. "Whoa there now, take it easy I ain't gonna hurt ya". The voice from the man was like a siren call, it was smooth and aged, the deepness of it quickly disarmed me and my troubles.
"The name's Easy Pete, howdy and welcome to Goodsprings".
Chapter III: The Forbidden Fruit Of Love
Living For You Is Easy Living
The sun crescents the horizon as a new day dawns, my eyes quickly adjust to the looming ocean blue of the sky above. Did last night really happen or was it all just a dream? - ... Even if it was, I wouldn't mind it so long as it never ended. Before I could clamber out of my bedroll, an intense aroma invades my senses. "Yup ol' Easy Pete made you some scrambled eggs, don't be shy now". Before I could respond, the man took a spoonful of the scrambled eggs and sternly gestured that he intended to feed me with it. "Open up that barrel keg of your's sonny", I feel utterly powerless and abide by his commands as he carefully guides the spoon to my lips, receiving a hearty mouthful of his delicious and yolky eggs. My mouth is agape and frozen, as I let him have his way with me - spoonful after spoonful enters my mouth. "Delicious isn't it huh, it was a recipe I learnt while prospecting ... Had a good claim out east of the Colorado river but that's well in the past now" ... The man, Easy Pete cheerfully went on talking about the wonderful and mundane things he's experienced while living at Goodsprings - Soon the words no longer are audible, as my eyes are captivated with his visage and his entire being. My heart is beating so intensely, my face becomes flush in bright crimson - I'm embarrassed that he might hear it. Oh god what is happening, why do I feel so vulnerable around him ...
"I think I-I-I ... Wuv him".
❤︎₊ ⊹ ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ ❤︎₊ ⊹ ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ ❤︎₊ ⊹ ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ ❤︎₊ ⊹ ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ ❤︎₊ ⊹ ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ ❤︎₊ ⊹ ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ ❤︎₊ ⊹ ⸝⸝⸝
Chapter IV: Am I Your Dirty Little Secret?
Trust In Lust
It's been a month since arriving at Goodsprings. I've breached my Crimson Caravan contract by refusing to accompany the caravan as they departed Goodsprings - I'm still lost and dumbfounded for my vague reasoning in choosing to do so, but it's as if some cosmic energy beyond my comprehension is keeping me from leaving. How could I be so stupid to throw everything away on such a whim? I feel a strange melancholy about his place, like something or someone is missing, but who and why? I ended up renting a room at one of the communal bungalows while spending my afternoons drinking at the saloon. Days and the faces of strangers drift by me in a blur. How long can I rely on cheap liquor to escape this dream before I lose all sense of my self? The tears force me to bury my shameful face into my arms as I gently weep. At least here, in this dingy saloon no one will press me or question why I'm such a failure ...
"Dontcha cry now, ol' Easy Pete is here for ya". Before I can act, the stranger pulls me up from my shoulders and slides his arms between mine, firmly interlocking them at my chest. I'm being seductively bear hugged by this man!!! I'm in complete shock as my body feels limp and hot. I can feel the man's beard brushing against my nape, as he whispers carefully to my ears - in such a delicate way that his warm breath softly and sensually caresses me. "I'm fixin' to take my gentle prince away somewhere more quiet, lets go". It's him! The man from my dreams! I knew deep down in my heart that there was a reason to stay in Goodsprings, despite losing my memories of him - He came back for me and in this moment I felt like I could just melt away in bliss jsjsjsjs. Without resistance, I let him piggy back me back to his secluded bungalow.
"Easy Pete is gonna ruin that perfect little man ass of yours".
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Chapter I: Cityboy Twink Meets Cowboy Stud
Welcome To Goodsprings
It was just about late noon when we arrived at Goodsprings via Primm side. Taking the southern routes through Route 160/1 and Sloan although much quicker would've almost certainly spelt doom for our trade caravan's fortunes and thus we trekked the long and arduous trail that looped around Black Mountain in order to reach Goodsprings safely. Working with the Crimson Caravan company has been a dream come true for me, I suppose for any youngster growing up in Freeside - such an opportunity would seem as elusive as that sunset sarsaparilla star treasure myth I've heard about. If I were to begrudgingly think back to those days in Freeside, it would only bring back feelings of contempt and regret. I was young and stupid back then, nothing but a sneering punk but now the wasteland is my oyster - Mmm, I don't ever have to think back to those dark days ... As I recollect myself from the reminiscing, we finally stop at our destination - The Goodsprings General Store.
Some time passes before we begin to unload our cargo, seems like the boss finally finished cutting the red tape negotiations between the store owner - some greedy waster named Chet. I've seen his type before in Freeside, reckless in their pursuits for a quick high whether in high stakes gambling or through jet but overall completely devoid of any real substance. More boxes are loaded and unloaded from the pack brahmin, and soon the the yellow hues of the noon sky retreats for darker shades of dusk. At the advice of the locals, we opt to spend the night here - apparently some wackos armed with dynamite recently escaped from a nearby NCR prison. As we depart to our allotted camp site, I notice a solitary silhouette seated on the front porch of the Goodsprings Saloon. In all my life spent out in the wasteland I've never seen someone
so distant ... so alone.
Chapter II: Men Get Lonely Out Here
❤︎₊ ⊹ ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ ❤︎₊ ⊹ ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ ❤︎₊ ⊹ ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ ❤︎₊ ⊹ ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ ❤︎₊ ⊹ ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ ❤︎₊ ⊹ ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ ❤︎₊ ⊹ ⸝⸝⸝
What If We Shared This Burden?
Sharing a crate of sunset sarsaparilla amongst the other caravaners, we quenched the thirst brought from a hard day of trekking and exchanged pleasantries around our campfire. When the opportunity arose, I slipped away from the others and found a nice ditch to set up my bedding. I don't have any issues talking with my colleagues, and for that reason they seldom realise how much of loner I am. Trust or maybe the unofficial law of the wastes mandates one to not get too attached to anyone out here. The chuckles and crackle of the fire's embers begins to subside when I start to dwell on heavens above ... "Uh huh, the stars look pretty tonight, don't they"; an unfamiliar voice from behind me gently whispers. "Whaaaa-uhh, who's there"! In the darkness looming over me was a well built figure with broad shoulders and a cowboy hat. "Whoa there now, take it easy I ain't gonna hurt ya". The voice from the man was like a siren call, it was smooth and aged, the deepness of it quickly disarmed me and my troubles.
"The name's Easy Pete, howdy and welcome to Goodsprings".
Chapter III: The Forbidden Fruit Of Love
Living For You Is Easy Living
The sun crescents the horizon as a new day dawns, my eyes quickly adjust to the looming ocean blue of the sky above. Did last night really happen or was it all just a dream? - ... Even if it was, I wouldn't mind it so long as it never ended. Before I could clamber out of my bedroll, an intense aroma invades my senses. "Yup ol' Easy Pete made you some scrambled eggs, don't be shy now". Before I could respond, the man took a spoonful of the scrambled eggs and sternly gestured that he intended to feed me with it. "Open up that barrel keg of your's sonny", I feel utterly powerless and abide by his commands as he carefully guides the spoon to my lips, receiving a hearty mouthful of his delicious and yolky eggs. My mouth is agape and frozen, as I let him have his way with me - spoonful after spoonful enters my mouth. "Delicious isn't it huh, it was a recipe I learnt while prospecting ... Had a good claim out east of the Colorado river but that's well in the past now" ... The man, Easy Pete cheerfully went on talking about the wonderful and mundane things he's experienced while living at Goodsprings - Soon the words no longer are audible, as my eyes are captivated with his visage and his entire being. My heart is beating so intensely, my face becomes flush in bright crimson - I'm embarrassed that he might hear it. Oh god what is happening, why do I feel so vulnerable around him ...
"I think I-I-I ... Wuv him".
❤︎₊ ⊹ ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ ❤︎₊ ⊹ ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ ❤︎₊ ⊹ ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ ❤︎₊ ⊹ ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ ❤︎₊ ⊹ ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ ❤︎₊ ⊹ ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ ❤︎₊ ⊹ ⸝⸝⸝
Chapter IV: Am I Your Dirty Little Secret?
Trust In Lust
It's been a month since arriving at Goodsprings. I've breached my Crimson Caravan contract by refusing to accompany the caravan as they departed Goodsprings - I'm still lost and dumbfounded for my vague reasoning in choosing to do so, but it's as if some cosmic energy beyond my comprehension is keeping me from leaving. How could I be so stupid to throw everything away on such a whim? I feel a strange melancholy about his place, like something or someone is missing, but who and why? I ended up renting a room at one of the communal bungalows while spending my afternoons drinking at the saloon. Days and the faces of strangers drift by me in a blur. How long can I rely on cheap liquor to escape this dream before I lose all sense of my self? The tears force me to bury my shameful face into my arms as I gently weep. At least here, in this dingy saloon no one will press me or question why I'm such a failure ...
"Dontcha cry now, ol' Easy Pete is here for ya". Before I can act, the stranger pulls me up from my shoulders and slides his arms between mine, firmly interlocking them at my chest. I'm being seductively bear hugged by this man!!! I'm in complete shock as my body feels limp and hot. I can feel the man's beard brushing against my nape, as he whispers carefully to my ears - in such a delicate way that his warm breath softly and sensually caresses me. "I'm fixin' to take my gentle prince away somewhere more quiet, lets go". It's him! The man from my dreams! I knew deep down in my heart that there was a reason to stay in Goodsprings, despite losing my memories of him - He came back for me and in this moment I felt like I could just melt away in bliss jsjsjsjs. Without resistance, I let him piggy back me back to his secluded bungalow.
"Easy Pete is gonna ruin that perfect little man ass of yours".
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