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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?”
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