Bareback City, Part 08

It felt excellent and after a few minutes of hot fucking, I started to cum. Sam jacked on his cock and shot his load on my abs and chest. I could feel the warm cum oozing out of his ass, down my cock and onto my balls. When he came, the muscles of his fuck tube tightened around my gushing cock. It was so tight. Wow. What a great feeling.

Sam slowly pulled off my cock, got down between my legs again and licked all the remaining cum from my cock and balls, then dried me with a cloth napkin from the table. I sat for a few minutes, finished my cold coffee, and headed to the bed room to get dressed. It was going to be an interesting day watching all the hot studly stuntmen strutting their stuff in the street.

While Sam and I were taking care of the horses we heard shouting and a few loud gun shots. The action had begun.

We went around the building to the street to see what was going on. Several of the workers from the hotel were standing outside watching the action. There were about 12 men taking part in the performance. I wasn’t quite clear what was going on all of the time, but I gathered they were going to perform a ‘fake’ bank robbery.

A few men were on horses and a few were on the top of the near by buildings to shoot at the bank robbers. Right in the mist of the action was Jason and Larry.

Jason always looked outstanding his tight form fitting Levis but Larry was looking pretty hot too. He had on tan colored jeans that showed off his big hanging cock. The gun belts pushed down on their groin area causing them all to look like they had a ‘partial hard on’, or just big cocks. I was beginning to realize most of the men here did have big cocks.

While all the commotion was going on in the streets, I notice two men come slowly up the street on their horses. They were not dressed like the rest of the men at BBC, but were in some sort of military uniform. They stopped their matching brown horses at the end of the street and dismounted. Jason walked up to them, shook their hands, and started a conversation. He was explaining to the men about all the action that was taking place.

Both men were in their late 20s or early 30s, trim, wearing brown brimmed hats, and carrying side guns. A big shinny gold badge was pined to their tanned shirts, so they were obviously some sort of lawmen. Larry soon joined them and continued with the conversation. I moved in closer so I could hear the conversation. I overhead them explain they were Arizona Desert Rangers or Border Patrol. They’d heard all the shooting and came closer to find out what was going on.

Jason gave a motion for me to offer them some fresh bottled water from the container next to me. This would be a good chance for me to get a closer and take a better look at these two hunky Desert Rangers.

As I approached Jason and the Rangers they were talking. Jason was explaining what the stunt men were planning and the action they were taking. He explained about the fake bank robbery they were planning and that lots of shooting with guns would be fired, but they only used blanks in all the guns.

“Thanks for the water, Clint. Ranger Blake, this is my younger brother, Clint. He’s part of staff here at Bareback City and has been very helpful in numerous ways. If you need anything just talk to him and we will see your needs are filled. Now if you will excuse me, I have to get back to work. I’m part of the bank robbery, but I’m one of the good guys. You men stick around and have some lunch with us at the Country Kitchen Café down the street. Treats on me. See ya later.” Then Jason left me and Ranger Blake standing on the board walk in front of the Fire Station. His partner had taken the horses to the watering trough for a drink.

“Great little city you’ve got here Clint. They’ve improved it since I was here last, but still have kept the original old town look.” He said as he looked around, then over to me and said. “ I need to take a piss. Do you have one close by? I hope it’s been improved too. I hate those old stinking out door shitters.”

“Yeah. In fact there’s one right down the boardwalk between the Fire Station and the Tailor shop. Come on, I’ll show you.”

Just a few feet between the buildings was a door that looked like an old out house. It had a wooden door with a large moon carved as a window. On the door was crudely painted sign that said. ‘Men’s Outhouse’.

Inside it was quite different than you’d expect. It was not a small single booth but a large 12 by 12 foot room with two toilet booths, two sinks, and a floor trough urinal. The two sinks were refurbished blue porcelain pans and hand pumps for water. Inside the toilet booths were old fashion toilets with pull chain overhead water containers.

Every thing was very old fashion but clean. The walls were covered with plank board just like the booths, but large glory holes were cut between each booth with one overlooking the urinals. It’s just what you would expect from designers of Bareback City. They tried to make everything modern yet had the feel of an old city.

When I opened the door to the toilet, Ranger Blake stepped inside, looked around, and laughed. He paused for a few minutes to look the place over then headed to the large floor trough urinal. I stood beside him while we dug out our cocks to take a piss. I’d already started getting a woody trying to get my penis out of my tight jeans.

Blake was a handsome smooth talking guy about 30, well build, with dark hair, sparkling brown eyes, a deep tan, and sun ruddy skin. He was wearing a Ranger’s short sleeve tan shirt and matching pants. He carried a hand gun and a pair of hand cuffs hung from the back of his belt. He unzipped his pants and dug out a large uncut penis and aimed at the urinal and cut loose with a large stream of golden piss. He sighed as he released his load. I’d manager to get my semi-hard cock out of my tight jeans and was still trying to piss before I started to get harder, but it was too late. I already started to get hard.

Ranger Blake looked over at my cock and noticed I was getting hard.

“I have a hard time pissing when I get hard too. Just relax and it will go down or better still…” then without hesitation he reached over and grabbed my semi-hard cock.

“My you’ve got a nice hunk of meat there, buddy. Ya want me to jack it off for you? There’s no dishonor in helping a buddy ‘get off.’ Blake said as he was still pissing in the trough.

Here I thought I was going to make a pass at him, but instead he was hanging on to my hard cock. He finally stopped pissing and shook it a few times then squeezed down the last few drops of piss from his long foreskin. I reached over and touched his cock as it started to get hard.

“Wait a minute. Why don’t we go into one of the booths. I don’t want us too be interrupted while we have some fun.”

I nodded and went into the nearest booth by the urinal. When we were inside we shut and locked the door. I set on the toilet seat as Blake faced me. He unbuckled his gun belt and hung it on the wall hook, then unbuttoned the top of his pants while I pulled them down to his knees. He was wearing a jock strap but no underwear. It’s better protection for your balls when you’re ridding a horse. I took a whiff of his musky piss stained jock strap. He pulled his cock and balls from beneath the strap. His uncut cock was getting firm and the foreskin was gradually pulling back over the cockhead. A light indication of sweat, piss, and smegma scented from his nine inch cock.

I placed my tongue under the foreskin to experience his manly taste. His cock kept getting harder and before long it was full length. His cock was not only thick and long but it leaned slightly to the left. Small drops of clear liquids began forming at his piss slot. I positioned my mouth over his cock and ran my tongue around the sensitive glands. He placed his hand to the back of my head and gently pulled me down on his hard cock. It was too thick for me to go very far down on him, but I continued trying. I caressed his low hanging balls in one hand and guided his cock deeper into my mouth.

“Clint. I wasn’t aware you were a cock sucker. Your mouth feels great. It’s been a long time since I have an affectionate mouth over my prick. My ole lady won’t suck cock. Mumm yes. That feels so good. Suck it buddy. Make me cum.”

I continued sucking the best I could, him but I didn’t feel I was going to ‘get him off’ this way. I slowly stood, turned my naked ass to him, and suggested.

“Blake. I love sucking your prick, but I think you’d enjoy fucking my ass even better. Would you mind?”

“Hell no! I’d love to fuck your hot looking ass. Man you are full of surprises. Do you think you can take my thick nine inches in your tight hole? It’s been a long time since I fucked some boy pussy. Wow! You really do know how to make us feel at home. I don’t get this good of service at home.”

“Yeah. I just happened to have some K-Y lube with me. Let me wet you down first then put some lube on your prick and some in my ass. I don’t think we’ll have any trouble. I’d rather take you up to my loft for a good fucking, but perhaps we can do that some other time. Right now I just want you to fuck the hell out of my slutty asshole. You think you can manage that Blake?”