The following story is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature, and is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons in towns, cities, or governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed to read this story by law. This is fiction. Do not forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety matter'; got condom?
"Out In The Wild, Wild West" 21 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Say, Steve?"
"Yes, Bart?"
"I've been thinking it over and decided to," flashing a smile, as well as eyebrows, Bart throws out the risque idea, "take you home tonight, after hours?"
"Oh? This hot body made you change your mind?" Steve Connors alluded to, swaying his hips in Bart's direction.
"Yeah, but mostly that hot ass!" Bart says, thinking of his ten inches, buried deep inside.
"What about Pedro?"
"When he comes, we'll leave. He can show himself out after he and West have finished their play. Chances are, they may still be at it when we arrive tomorrow morning."
"Damn, that's..." Steve counts on his fingers, the time between closing and sunup, "...like nearly six or seven hours of torture!"
"I'm sure Pedro will be fair about it. Give West some moments of rest."
Of course, Bart lied through his teeth. Knowing Pedro, West wouldn't have a moment's rest, Pedro putting him through seven hours of grueling pain. Most likely West's moment of rest would be having his ass fucked over.
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"Still like getting sucked, Johnny?"
"Ooooh yeah, Jim. It feels so, so good. Watching it done and having it done is so different."
Jim smiled, nestling his nose back in the eighteen year olds lightly haired balls, taking in the man-aroma. Opening wide, he encased Johnny's ball sac, then swirled his tongue around it. Both had been equally aroused for the past couple of hours and Jim worked, in his mind, a means by which to get Johnny's cock in his ass.
"Did you like it when I licked your chest, Johnny?"
"Oh yeah. I didn't know my nips could be so sensitive."
Feeling up his own pecs, Johnny also commented how sore his nips felt.
"The soreness will go away. Next time I won't use my teeth so much."
"Oh, you can use your teeth, Jim. I reckon I didn't know the difference between the pleasure and the pain, since both made me feel good!"
"And you liked the way I licked my way down your stomach?"
"Sure. And golly, Jim, I didn't know my navel was so sensitive. How did you make your tongue fit in it?"
"My secret, Johnny."
"Oh, okay."
"I guess I get no complaints from sucking your cock, huh?"
Looking down, Johnny praises, "Oh no. Not at all Jim. Your lips are good on it. Real good! And oh golly, I don't know how you make your tongue go round and round it! No. No complaints from me with the way you suck my cock!"
"I don't think I've ever gotten such a good of a compliment as yours, Johnny."
"Really? How many cocks have you sucked, Jim?"
"Really want to know, do you?"
"You don't have to tell me, if you don't remember."
"Why don't you let me think on it a moment, while I attend to one more place of interest I have?"
"You've done my balls, what's left?"
He found out, as Jim took hold of Johnny's thighs and doubled him in half; just about.
"What tha.... What are you doing, Jim?"
Finding his target quickly, Jim dove into the lightly haired ass crevice.
"Ooooooooh gooooolly!" Came the highly reactive response, as Johnny felt a wet tongue at the entrance to his ass chute.
Without looking, Jim found Johnny's hands, faced down on the bed. He lifted them to the eighteen year olds ass cheeks. Johnny didn't think, just did what Jim wanted him to do, prying the crevice apart so that he could get his tongue in deeper, fucking the young ass chute.
"Ooohwow, Jim!"
Burrowing in deeper, Jim's tongue got past the tightest part of the pea-sized hole. Then he retreated, winding his tongue around the outside. Hearing about enough of the wows' and gollys', plus lots of moanings and groanings of pleasure, Jim retreated.
Jumping into the bed, his back landing on the mattress, next to Johnny, Jim doubled himself in half, his hands pulling his ass crevice apart.
"Your turn, Johnny!" Jim called out.
"What do you mean, `my turn', Jim?"
Johnny looked like he was ready to vomit!
"Oh no," Jim cried out, laughing, "not your tongue!"
Lying next to each other, eyes staring at each other, Johnny began easing up on his face posture.
"What do you mean, Jim?"
Still peering at each other, Jim slowly lowered his legs to the bed. His left arm crossed his stomach and reached for the side of Johnny's face. Turning his body slightly, Jim closed his eyes, right before their lips met.
As they parted, Johnny gasped, "Wow!"
"Don't tell me," Jim guessed, "you're first kiss with a man, Johnny?"
"Uh-huh," he shook his head, `yes'.
"Want another?"
"Uh-huh."
With a wry smile on his face, Jim went in for the second one. This time Johnny shared in the touching, his hand going to Jim's stubbly cheek.
"Okay! Ready?" Jim said, breaking from the sensuous kiss, propping his legs back up in the air.
"I'm not gonna like it, but I reckon I better get it over with," Johnny replied, getting up, approaching Jim's ass, his nose upturned.
"What?" Jim replied, almost rapping Johnny in the sides, as he dropped his legs on both sides.
"I don't think I'm going to like my tongue stuck in your ass, Jim."
"Your tongue? I don't want your tongue in my ass, Johnny."
"You don't?"
"No. I want your cock there!"
"My cock?"
"Did they do that at the orphanage?"
"Um, yeah."
Then, with a sense of knowing, Jim says, "And don't you really want to do it?"
"Um, yeah."
"So?"
"But you're older, Jim?"
On the verge of frustration, Jim relays, "Listen, age has nothing to do with it, Johnny. I'm not making you do anything you don't want to..."
"Oh, I want to... do... it..." Johnny stutters his way through.
"So, go ahead."
"I'm just not sure, not having um... fucked a guy before. That's all Jim. Do you think you can help me figure out... how to do it?"
His answer to Johnny came as lifting his thighs back up, telling Johnny to let his legs rest on his shoulder. They both laughed, as Jim's legs bowled Johnny over, almost making him fall off the bed.
As he regained his balance on his knees, he complained, "Uh-oh!"
"What's wrong now, Johnny?"
"Not much. Look, it got flat."
Dropping his legs once again, Jim instructed, hands flailing, "Come up here and sit on my chest."
"Your chest?"
His hands and mouthing of `come on', brought Johnny's ass to sitting on Jim's hairy pecs.
"Golly, this tickles!"
It only lasted seconds, until Jim took Johnny's ass in his hands and pulled his semi-soft shaft into his mouth.
"Oooooooooooooh!" Johnny sighed, his head falling back on his shoulders. "Ooooh golly that feels sooooo good!"
Pulling Johnny so far forwards, to feed his 7.5c deep into his throat, made him reach ahead of him, to keep his head from bouncing off the wall. At the same time, Johnny's cock seemed to slide right down Jim's throat.
"Heeey, feels like you're eating me up, Jim!"
The only response Johnny got was gurgles, as Jim took the hardened shaft down deeper. From there, Jim moved it out, then in again. Soon Johnny got the hint and pulled out a little and then pumped his shaft back in Jim's mouth. It felt so, so good that the eighteen year old didn't want to pull it out all the way.
"Oh fuck this feels so good, Jim!"
Johnny never cursed so much in his whole life, rapidly running his shaft in and out of Jim's throat. Before Johnny could think, he was pumping his load of man-seed down into Jim's stomach.
After extracting his soft cock, Johnny, totally out of breath, slid out of Jim's mouth and collapsed. Jim wound up moving the overwhelmed body, sliding it down his sweaty body, so that Johnny's chest wasn't blocking his face.
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Leaving the house, Braedon sensed something uneasy about the coach they rode in, heading towards the Washington Bureau of the Secret Service.
"Something's wrong JJ."
"What do you mean, Braedon?"
"The driver took a wrong turn."
"Maybe he's new."
"Possibly, but I have a strange feeling of things."
"Should I tell him to pull over?"
"I'll do it."
Moving the tarp aside, Braedon yells out, "Driver, pull the coach over!"
"He's speeding up!"
"We can do two of two things."
"Not great odds, Brae, but we better make it quick!"
"Try to get out of the coach window and subdue him, or make a jump for it."
However, before they chose either option, the coach began to slow. At first they felt some relief that the hellish ride was coming to a halt, but when the carriage took a turn down an alley way, coming to an end in the passage, then became leery one again.
"Be on your guard, JJ."
"I am."
They stepped out, Braedon taking the first leap, JJ behind him. What either failed to notice, were the henchmen descending from above by way of ropes. They managed to fight off the first two, but then two subdued JJ, holding his arms behind his back. Braedon still battled with their aggressors, overpowering two more.
Holding JJ, the third drew his arm back a length, then plowed his fist into JJ's stomach.
"Ugggggh!" JJ called out, as the top of his body lurched forwards, as the fist sunk in.
"Will ya fucking hold the bastard?"
A second and third punch, delivered to his mid section came with no mercy. Meanwhile, Braedon took a punch to the gut, but broke free, stomping on a foot and then overpowering the second man who held his arm behind his back. However, two of the three holding JJ, after tying his wrists behind his back, joined in to subdue Braedon.
"Ugggh! Uggh! Braedon belched, as two took turns working over his abs, while two forced his arms behind his back.
"I think he damned near broke my foot!" The one whom got stomped on, called out.
After several punches in the stomach, one of the men working over Braedon, cautioned the other to step aside.
"Hey, step aside. Care for some revenge, Stephen?" The henchman said with a wink.
With an evil grin, the man stood back, eyeing up Braedon's crotch. After taking several punches to the stomach, the twenty-five year old lacked the stamina to stand, his head resting on his chest.
"Hold his head up. Want the bastard to see what's coming!" Stephen called out to his buddies.
However, one of the ones that worked Braedon over, grabbed his hair and lifted his head. The other two firmed up their grip on Braedon's body. Stephen stood back three feet and drew his foot back behind himself. With a forceful kick, he plowed his foot into Braedon's crotch.
"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" Braedon cried out, the alley ringing with the pangs of the foot to his balls.
They let go of him, watching him collapse to his knees, then hold his balls, moving into a fetal position.
"Guess ye foot tain't broken, Stephen!"
The gang laughed their asses off. Directly, they tied Braedon's hands behind his back, blindfolding the two of them. After tumbling JJ and Braedon into the carriage, the driver stampeded them off and on their way.
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"This is really a nice place, Sean."
"You think so, Cal?"
"Very."
"Wait till you see on the other side of the gate."
The horseman brought the carriage through the wrought iron gate, personally attended to by the Washington University sentinels. It came to a stop outside of an ornately designed building.
"We have to walk the rest of the way, Cal."
"Just as well. I'm full after that breakfast. JJ is a good cook."
"I noticed how much you liked it."
Sean held the door for Cal, then closed it, reaching up to hand the driver a few bills. They continued on their walk, along the nicely coiffed pathway.
"Now I see why it costs a lot of money to come here."
"Yes, they do keep the trees and bushes nicely pruned, Cal, but also they have to pay the professors and... well, there are a few very nice looking ones."
"Maybe."
"Maybe? You haven't seen Professor Webster. Now there's a hot looking fox!"
"Oh, I think I've caught a hotter looking one!"
"You really like my big brother, don't you, Cal?"
"Well, I think I more than `like' him."
"I would've never had believed it."
"What? That a young guy like me can meet a guy for the first time and learn to love him?"
"Yeah and well... never mind."
"What, Sean?"
"Oh, nothing."
"Were you going to tell me something about how reckless Brae's life has been?"
"He told you? Brae told you about all the guys he's fucked? About all the wild drinking and sex parties?"
"I don't know about the parties, but he did say that he's `been with' a lot of guys. Why?"
"I guess it's getting used to the idea that my big brother is finally thinking seriously about a guy."
Sean giggles.
"What?"
"It's just that I figured when Brae met a man, it would be a guy his own age or older. I can't believe the guy he fell for is seventeen years old!"
"I'll be eighteen in two months."
"Still..." Sean shakes his head, grinning.
"And I like you too, Sean... and JJ."
"Yeah, I like you too, Cal. In fact, if you and Brae didn't hit it off, well... now that's water under the bridge."
"We can still be friends, Sean and... well, I'll never forget you for..." Cal giggled.
"What?"
"Showing me how to fuck your brother?"
The two laughed all the way to Sean's first class, making remarks about Cal's cock finding it's way in to Brae's ass chute.
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Continued.....
Copyright 2005 T. Luke McPhee This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without prior written permission.