by Tom Graham
“Oh, yeah,” Cody moaned. “Oh, yeah. Feels so good. So fucking good.”
Beau hissed into Cody’s ear, “Like my cock up your hole, huh?” Beau’s hands were running all over Cody’s arms. He squeezed the spectacular biceps and triceps. Cody pushed his hot, sweaty body against Beau, who slowly worked his cock up Cody’s hole. Finally, Cody felt Beau’s huge balls strike the base of his throbbing cock.
Cody cried out as he clamped his sphincter around the root of Beau’s cock. “Fuck!” he exclaimed. “I love your fucking cock up my hole!”
Beau pumped Cody’s butthole for a half-hour, fucking him doggie-style until they changed positions, with Cody now on the floor on his back. He thrust his legs over Beau’s shoulders.
Cody’s nipples were stiff, so Beau took one thick nipple into his mouth and bit it. “Yeeeeooow!” Cody yelled as he thrashed on the floor. Beau seesawed the edges of his teeth over the ultra-sensitive tip of Cody’s nipple. The young stud jerked and moaned even more.
Beau bit into Cody’s tits, sucking hard and long, taking one whole nipple into his mouth while tweaking the other. Cody’s asshole clutched Beau’s cock, and Cody was thrashing around like crazy. Beau’s hot cock slid up and down inside Cody’s twitching hole. “Awww, fuck! Aww, jeeez!” he screamed. Drops of hot precum oozed from Beau’s huge cock, singeing Cody’s asshole.
Finally, Beau knew he was ready to shoot his wad, so he drove his pelvis forward and rammed into Cody, who hunched down full force to meet Beau’s powerful thrust. Cody smashed against Beau’s groin.
“Yeeeeooow! Fuucckk! Yeaaahh!!!!” Beau screamed as he cleaved Cody’s tight butt in two and hurtled thick loads of hot jizz into his throbbing butthole.
When Beau had shot the last of his hot wad, he pulled his cock from Cody’s ass. Then he scuttled between Cody’s thighs and swallowed the boy’s cock to the root.
When Cody felt Beau’s mouth engulf his entire shaft, he screamed. “Awwww! Fuucckk!! FUUUUCKK! I’M COMM-MINNNGG!” Cody pounded his fists against Beau’s back. Beau rammed three fingers up Cody’s cum-soaked asshole. The cowboy shuddered as he shot his load right into his boss’s mouth. Beau swallowed as much cum as he could before it spilled out of his mouth and dribbled down his chin.
Afterward, Cody wiped his cum-drenched ass and cock with a hanky.
“You’re one hell of a wild fuck,” Beau told him.
Cody grinned. “You too.”
They joined the other cowboys at Hank’s Bar, where the men were rough, raw, and ready for action.
Once inside, they were met with a throng of black Stetsons and colorful button-up shirts. Cody ran into Ward Rogers, one of the horniest men on the ranch. He’d had his eye on Cody all day and was determined to fuck him. He was on his fourth beer. Ward started his usual shit, taunting Cody into a fight. He dared to call Cody a fag.
Well, even if he was new, Cody wasn’t about to take shit from anyone, least of all Ward. The cowboys grinned knowingly. There was only one way to settle this.
“Take it out outside,” the bartender said.
The sweaty crowd followed Cody and Ward to the parking lot. The men howled as the two cowboys stripped down and began to wrestle. The onlookers pulled out their cocks and jacked off as they watched, their lust-bloated rods oozing thick drops of precum. Hot jizz sputtered from their piss-slits and poured to the ground with a sizzling fizzle!
Ward tried to outmaneuver Cody, but the stud was lightning quick. Cody lunged at Ward, catching him fast in a face-crushing headlock.
Cody mashed Ward’s craggy face into his raunchy armpit. The powerful stink rushed up Ward’s nose. It excited him, made his cock quiver with lust. His cum-bloated balls danced inside his low-swinging nut sack.
“Yeah, fucker!” Cody hissed. “Ya like that fuckin’ man-stink? Lap it up, stud! LICK MY PITS!”
Ward’s licker came flying out of his mouth. He swirled it along Cody’s sweaty armpit hairs, which scratched his face and wrapped around his fluttering tongue. Pungent blasts of hot man-stench scorched Ward’s tongue, rushed up his dilated nostrils, and sent tears streaming down his sweaty face.
Cody held Ward fast in a bone-crushing belly-to-belly bear hug. Their cocks sputtered hard and long, thrusting upward, trapped between their sweat-drenched, muscled abs. Precum drooled from their piss slits, flowing in one long, sputtering drizzle to the pavement.
Cody forced his slobbering tongue between Ward’s lips. Ward responded by thrusting his licker into the ranch hand’s anxious mouth. The two fierce studs grunted and groaned, eagerly swapping hot macho spit with each other until it frothed and bubbled down the corners of their gasping mouths.
Ward bucked and yelped, but he was inexorably trapped in Cody’s powerful grip. Fisting their precum-dripping cocks, the cowboys roared with glee at Ward’s predicament. Cody dug his thick, hairy fingers into the stud’s sweaty haunches. He slapped the man’s hot, slimy buttocks, then peeled them wide apart with his thumbs.
“YEEEAHH!” Cody howled fiercely, his savage face contorted with manly lust. “Gonna fuck ya, stud!” he growled. “Gonna fill your hot ass full of cock!” He hoisted Ward on top of his cock.
“NNNOOO! AWWWW! GODAMNNN! FUUUCK!” Ward screamed hoarsely when Cody rammed his meat all the way up his ass. The cowboys yowled like banshees as Cody fucked the living daylights out of Ward.
Ward wrapped his legs around Cody’s waist, and Cody’s burly arms flew around Ward’s vein-corded bull neck. Ward brutally slammed his ass into Cody. The cowboy chewed on Ward’s thick, sweat-soaked nipples and slobbered over his hard, sweaty pecs. Ward’s eyes rolled back in their sockets and his drooling tongue flopped out of his mouth as his cock-hungry hole sucked around Cody’s pile-driving cock. “AAAAAH, FUCK ME! FUCK ME, STUD!” he roared.
Some of the cowboys were already shooting their thick loads. Their piss-slits opened wide and out flew the thick blasts of jizz, splattering on Cody and Ward and drenching them both.
“Yeah, stud!” Cody grunted. “Unnngh, unnngh, unnngh!! I’m fuckin’ your ass, buddy. I’m fuckin’ your stinking ass but good!!!” Cody’s huge boulder muscles rippled and bulged as his hairy butt heaved back and forth. He stud-slammed his thick eleven-inch tool in and out of Ward’s sweat-dripping butthole. He shuddered, delirious with lust.
“Awwwww fuck!! Awwwww jeeez!!!” Cody cried. “GON-NA SHOOT, STUD! GONNA FUCKIN’ SHOOT!!!”
Cody’s blazing eyes bulged, and his hot mouth gaped wide open. His slobbering tongue flopped out of his mouth as he power-slammed his dick of death up Ward’s burning, aching butthole.
“Aaaaaaaargh!!!” Cody bellowed as he slammed forward one last time. He buried his cock to the root as his hairy, swinging balls smashed against Ward’s. Big, scalding cum-spurts pumped up Ward’s jizz-scorched hole. The burning juice sprayed from Cody’s stud-nuts, filling Ward’s ass. Ward squirmed, his powerful asshole squeezing the thick root of Cody’s cock as it suctioned the hot cum from his bull-nuts.
“UNNGH! UNNNGH! AWWWWWWW FUCK! GODDAMN FUUUUCCCKKK!” Ward screamed. His cock swelled up and exploded, hurtling thick jets of semen between their bodies. The frothy hot cum sprayed out like a geyser, spewing all over the place. The cowboys cried lustily, shooting their huge loads over Cody and Ward and each other until every last one of them had emptied his hairy nuts and was drenched in a gushing sea of cum.
Cody soon found himself smack in the middle of a circle of savagely horny cowboys furiously pumping their thick, uncut, vein-pulsing pricks, their faces were contorted with lust. Their cocks suddenly rose full mast, dribbling thick streams of precum.
“Wanna fuck?” they shouted.
“Fuck, yeah!” Cody howled. “Who’s next?”
A WANTED MAN
Dale Chase
It wasn’t my intention to become an outlaw, even though I was, in the spring of 1866, taken up by the Judson gang as they robbed the Mercantile Bank of Abilene, Kansas. Until then I was no more than a restless young man, having come of age on a
local cattle ranch. Had I not been of a certain nature, I would’ve remained nothing more than one of the many who lost their money that fateful day. As it was, my life forever changed.
My monthly pay in hand, I had come to town to spend a goodly amount but not before depositing some of it at the bank. Dreams of one day going west led me to save my pay, and with each deposit San Francisco shone before me. As ranch life was steady and therefore of little excitement, I developed an interest in men famed for their gunplay and spent plenty of time discharging my weapon at small vermin and other targets about the ranch. When engaged in such pursuits, I didn’t see rabbits or foxes but gunfighters of a most masculine appearance, which may have contributed to my actions that day at the bank.
There were few people in the Mercantile as most had chosen to visit the courthouse, where a local man was standing trial for murder. I gave the teller my money, then from behind heard a rush of footsteps followed by the command, “Throw up your hands!”
I turned to see three men with pistols, faces partly masked by kerchiefs but all with eyes blazing. Two hurried behind the counter where they gathered up money in canvas bags. The third, who seemed to be in charge, kept everyone in check and also kept his eyes on me. Despite the danger—or perhaps because of it—my prick started to fill. I don’t mean to set myself down as naïve or untried, for I wasn’t. I’d certainly gotten up to things with men on the ranch. But in this particular man, the outlaw in charge, I saw something more: the same dark allure I’d attributed to my imaginary gunslingers. This bandit aroused everything in me, and I was powerless to stop it. As his cohorts collected their loot, the man and I held a gaze. I enjoyed the fullness between my legs, and I figured him to be hard, too.
As I stood there with a stiff prick, I spotted a clerk crouched unnoticed in a side doorway, his rifle aimed at the outlaw who stirred me. Then came the moment when my life forever turned. Without considering the consequences, I drew my pistol and shot the clerk. The outlaw turned to the intruder but didn’t fire his gun as I’d already done the deed. He looked at me, taking in the gun I held, and I saw in his eyes a great emotion. But then his cohorts had gathered all the money and rushed to his side. He motioned for them to leave, then hesitated and looked at me again. I stood very still, holding my pistol, not knowing if I’d killed a man. The outlaw nodded in such a way as to encourage me to join him, and I did, rushing out to my horse. When the gang rode from town, it was stronger by one.
The robbery had taken place in the late morning, and we rode hard until the sun had crossed the sky and begun to set. I knew we had crossed the Kansas border into Missouri, but my surroundings were unfamiliar.
We rode deep into a canyon where trees grew thick along a small stream. Following the stream, we came to a clearing with a house and barn. Neither could be called fine, but after our long ride, they appeared most welcome. When the others stopped at the barn and dismounted, I did likewise.
During the ride, the outlaw I’d saved had removed his kerchief. He was a handsome devil, clean-shaven, with strong features. Larger in build than the others, he stood lean and hard, and once again I felt a stir.
“We’ve got us a new man,” he told the others. “What’s your name, boy?”
As he waited for me to speak my predicament truly settled on me. Perhaps it was his voice, perhaps it was his declaration that the gang had a new member. I don’t know exactly what rendered me speechless, only that it overpowered me.
The outlaw saw my distress. “Easy now.” He put an arm around my shoulder, which only made things worse. “See to the horses,” he told the others, and they took the animals into the barn. My outlaw—for I now felt him to be mine—held me there a moment longer, then said we should go inside.
The house offered the comforts of home but looked as if a woman’s touch had been absent for some time. It held two rooms, one with stove, table, chairs, and the like, the other most likely a bedroom.
“I’m Abel Judson,” he told me. “The others are Samuel and Jacob, my brothers. Being oldest, I’m in charge. Being smartest also.” He let me go, and I sank shuddering into a chair. “Reckon you never killed a man.”
“No,” I said. “All my gunslinging has been at rabbits and such. Today I shot on impulse. There was no thinking on it.”
“Most shooting is that way. I’d venture if a man stopped to think on it, he’d be rendered dead.”
“But he was…” I stopped there, afraid to say the man had been in the right. Never mind the bags of money, I feared to challenge the right and wrong of it. And I had done wrong as well, so I spoke of that.
“This morning I was a cowhand. Now I’m a bank robber.”
“Not even that. You’ve joined us, but the others must agree to sharing the money with you.”
“I can’t go home again,” I said, as the notion struck me. So many things were coming to mind now. I felt cold, near sick.
“Tell me your name,” Abel said. “I suspect you can recall what it is.”
“Cullen Platt.”
He sat next to me and shook my hand. “You’re a remarkable young man, Cullen Platt. I appreciate your coming to my aid.”
I had no more words. Abel stood, took a bottle from a cabinet, and poured me a drink. It was hard liquor and it seared my insides, which I welcomed. My boyhood days had truly come to an end. In the most awful way, I had become a man.
When the brothers came in, they prepared supper, but I didn’t have an appetite. I was let into the bedroom, where I fell fast asleep, but I was awakened sometime later feeling someone had joined me. It was so dark that all was done by touch, but I knew it was Abel. He undid my britches, pulled down my drawers, and rubbed my bottom. “Stay quiet,” was all he said as he rolled me onto my stomach. He mounted me, and I felt his hard prick poke at my backside. The thing was wet. He had prepared himself in some way so it went in easily, and he fucked me then and there.
As I had plenty of experience with men, I welcomed Abel’s attention. My cock quickly rose. He thrust quick and rough, as if greatly in need. He grunted, and I felt him squirt into me. As I received him, I let go as well, spurting a goodly amount into the bedding.
Abel took some time to finish, and I enjoyed the feel of him upon me. Once I had spent my load and begun to regain myself, I thought I might grow to like outlaw life.
When it ended, nothing was said. Like the cowboys on the ranch, he simply pulled out and left me bare. I lay recalling every moment of the fuck while I heard him snore. The next morning, when I awoke to coffee brewing and bacon on the stove, there was no indication a fucking had taken place during the night.
After breakfast, the money was counted, and everyone was pleased it came to twelve-thousand dollars in cash and gold. “What say we give young Cullen here a share as he saved my life?” Abel said.
If the brothers disagreed, they didn’t show it. Both nodded. I suspect they were in awe of Abel.
“This land here is unknown,” he offered, as he put my share in front of me. “We travel far to do our business, then retreat here to safety. You can never tell of this place or it’ll be our end.”
I took this in and readily agreed, propelled by nothing more than my personal interest in Abel Judson.
The others saw fit to discuss the robbery, which seemed a lesson toward committing the next one. Ideas were set forth as to a new bank, and Jacob, the youngest, suggested the possibility of robbing a train. At length he told how a gang had ridden as passengers, then done the robbing while onboard. Abel said it was a bad idea, as marshals were likely to be stationed on trains now, and the gang would be held captive. “Banks are what we know best,” he declared, putting an end to the discussion. He announced his intention to bathe and suggested I do likewise. The brothers weren’t asked, and I saw how they knew not to question or put upon their elder. So I accompanied Abel on foot up the stream a distance, far from the house, deeper into the canyon.
We stopped where an outcropping had made a pool, and Abel silently undres
sed. I watched him shed it all, his union suit finally, until he stood bare. He took hold of his hard prick, pulling on it some before wading into the water.
It wasn’t a large stream, the water no more than thigh deep. Abel splashed a bit, then sat and called for me to join him and clean up. Of course I knew he wanted to fuck me. I’d already grown hard at the sight of his body, and when I shed my clothes and my cock popped forward, he let out a hoot. “Lookie there what you got. Come in here and give me that.”
I waded in to him, the water cold. When I reached him he took me at the hips and guided me forward until my cock was at his mouth, and then he opened to me. Feeling his suck, I immediately spent into his throat. He took it all down. I couldn’t help bucking into him, which he seemed to like. I was frantic with my spurts and doubly excited looking down at his mouth on my prick.
After he had taken it all, he played with my spent rod a bit then let go. “Turn around,” he said, and pulled me into the water so my back was to him. He got me down on his lap so his prick could go up me. I let out a cry as I felt it in my bowels. He laughed loud. “I mean to have you often,” he said as he pushed into me. “A pretty young fellow such as you is very much to my liking. You’ll have many a fuck as part of the gang, and I’ll always protect you.”
He reached around to my chest and felt for my titties, rubbing and pinching as his thrusts continued. For some time we went on this way until he grew frantic beneath me, began to buck, then let out a roar and came. His deep call echoed in the canyon, so loudly I wondered if they heard back at the house. If so, they were sure to know we were fucking, for how could brothers not know the nature of their own? Abel’s spurts were long and ample, and I grew excited by what he was doing to me. My cock rose again, as it was wont to do at the slightest encouragement, and it flapped about as he fucked me. There was plenty of splashing, but finally Abel finished, and we quieted. His head rested against my back, and I heard him breathe heavy.
