I told Joanne I was going to do this, so here it is!!
Judge Orrin Travis knew he was in trouble.
Not that he wasn't used to being in trouble, or hadn't been expecting it. Trouble was an occupational hazard when you were a Federal judge presiding over cases in the Western Territories of the U.S. There were any number of people and groups who liked the lawlessness of the West, and resented being told they could no longer run roughshod over homesteaders and townsfolk. Such as whoever hired the men currently holding him.
He wished now he had waited for the stage. The one he'd planned to take to Four Corners had been full by the time he'd arrived to board it, and he'd been told there wouldn't be another for several days, possibly a week. Not wanting to wait that long, he'd arranged for a horse from the town's livery and rode out alone.
They'd ambushed him about two hours' ride out of town, and hadn't taken any chances. No less than four guns had covered him as one man had grabbed his mount's bridle and another had soundly rapped his head just behind the left ear. He'd woken sometime later with his hands tied to the saddlehorn and, judging by the direction and angle of the sun, the party was headed due south, toward the Mexican border. Apparently their boss had told them to take him across the border before killing him, to create a dispute between governments over who, if anyone, should arrest and try the killers.
Dusk had fallen before the party was certain they'd crossed the border, so they'd made camp. The leader, a hard-eyed man called Pete, had warned the others the boss had told them to be sure they were well into Mexico before, as he put it, "takin' care of business". They were just sitting down to eat when the camp was hailed by a voice the judge recognized. The group exchanged worried looks as Pete crouched behind their captive.
"You say anything, or try anything, and we won't wait to cross the border. You and whoever will both be full of lead."
"Hello," a cheerful Southern voice drawled. "Mind if I join you? I saw your fire, and said to myself, 'Eric, old son, why don't you see if those gentlemen aren't adverse to a little more company?' "
"Ya got a last name, Eric?" replied one of the men by the fire.
"My apologies for my lack of manners. Eric Stanton, at your service," the Southerner introduced himself as he approached the fire. He was a man of middling height and slender build, with chestnut hair and mischievous green eyes, clad in a dusty but well-made green jacket, brocade vest and dark pin-striped trousers.
"Where ya headed?" asked another man between bites of food.
"It's not a case of going toward anywhere so much as a case of departing before I was recognized," Stanton explained. "I'd heard the circuit judge, a man named Travis, was in the area. Having once made his acquaintance under less than propitious circumstances, I decided to avoid the dubious pleasure of his company."
The group again exchanged glances, some attempting to decipher the stranger's words while others wondered why he hadn't noticed the man at the edge of the camp. The problem came from the men not ever having seen their quarry, and being told he would be riding down a certain stretch of road at a certain time. They'd merely waited where they were told, and grabbed the first man they saw coming down the road. Now it looked like they'd gotten the wrong one.
Pete dragged their captive toward the fire. "You mean to tell me this ain't Travis?"
Stanton stared at the older man as if seeing him for the first time. Dropping down beside him, he cried "Bradley!" and, throwing his arms around him, kissed him on the cheek.
"How many times do I have to tell you not to do that in front of other people?" the erstwhile "Bradley" whispered.
Stanton released his hold as if he'd been burnt. "This isn't Travis. This is my, uh, friend, Bradley Terrell."
Realizing he might have revealed just how close a "friend" the older man was, he turned somewhat frightened eyes to the group.
They ignored him.
"What the hell are we gonna do now?" one asked Pete.
"We'll have to go back and see if we can pick up his trail," was the reply.
Another nodded towards the fire, where the two men who weren't part of the group still sat. "What about them?"
"What about 'em?" Pete spat. "Just leave 'em. Stanton's got no reason to warn anybody, and he'll probably keep his 'friend' away from anyone who'd warn Travis, too." Having decided that, they mounted up and rode out, not wanting to waste any time getting back on Travis' trail.
"Stanton" waited several minutes before addressing "Bradley", having released his bonds while the others were talking.
"Nice to know I haven't lost my touch while learning respectability," Ezra Standish said to his employer.
"You'd better hope we can make it to Four Corners before they see through it," the judge replied, kicking dirt over the fire as Ezra saddled his horse. They were mounted and away shortly after.
The two men rode under a clear sky holding a half moon until the moon had nearly set. They turned off the trail into what appeared at first glance to be a sheer cliff face, but there was a crack which actually opened into a small box canyon. Taking no chances, the men unsaddled their horses by the last few moonbeams and made a cold, fireless camp.
Travis turned to the gambler-turned-lawman and asked, "How did you know I was in trouble?"
"I overheard your ambushers getting their instructions, including their asking your description. I regret, however, not getting a look at the person giving the orders." Starlight glinted off Ezra's gold tooth. "It was easy enough to follow at a discreet distance until they stopped for the night. You know the rest. Oh, nice job of picking up on my lead, by the way."
"Thank you, for both the rescue and the compliment." Ezra heard a chuckle in the darkness. "Just don't tell your mother about it."
"About what?" the gambler teased. "Your abilities at conning, or the kiss on the cheek?"
Travis was glad the darkness hid his expression. If Standish ever found out just how a simple kiss on the cheek had affected him, the judge would have a great deal of explaining to do. Or perhaps not. "Do you mind if I ask you something? Off the record and strictly between ourselves?"
But the gambler had been taught well by his mother, and caught the subtle nuance in the judge's voice. "What did you want to ask? Have I ever been with another man? Would I ever consider such a thing?" He paused. "Why did you wish to know? I'm not going to casually admit something that might be used to send me to prison."
"Fair enough," Travis replied. "Why don't I tell you a story? Then you can think about whether you want to answer my questions."
He continued: "Evie's father and mine were partners in a law firm back East. It was assumed since the two of us were children we'd marry when we reached adulthood, and we didn't see any reason to disappoint anyone. We were, and still are, good friends and fond of each other. But we were never in love."
"About six months after the wedding, shortly after Evie told me I was going to be a father, my own father asked me to go to a neighboring town and assist one of his clients with drawing up a will. Since it was some distance to travel, I was expected to stay overnight. The gentleman was unmarried, despite being a decade my senior and quite handsome, and had only a single manservant living in his house, an older man who retired early. We sat up well into the night drinking brandy and talking."
"It may have been the brandy, or it may simply have been I was thinking aloud about how incomplete my life felt, despite my marriage and the prospect of fatherhood. We were sitting fairly close together on the divan in his study when he suddenly leaned over and kissed me. Not on the cheek, and not a short, brotherly peck, either. It jolted me to my boots. I pulled his head toward me and gave as good as I got. A short while later we were naked and writhing in each others arms."
"He trailed kisses down my neck and over my chest, nibbling and sucking as he went. I gasped as his lips found one nipple and his fingers toyed with the other. Incoherent syllables fell from my lips as his hands and lips played across my skin. A part of my mind was screaming this was wrong, I'd be damned to Hell, but the voice was never very loud, and quickly drowned out by the sensations he was producing. I tried to touch him as well, but he was kneeling on the floor and spreading my thighs, running his hands up the insides to my privates. He wrapped one hand around my manhood while the other fondled my balls. His lips were kissing, nibbling, and sucking the path his hands had followed earlier as he stroked me. I cried out and very nearly came when he took me in his mouth. This was beyond anything I'd ever felt before, and I didn't want it to end. Of course it did, all too soon, as his lips and tongue drove me to an ecstasy I'd never dreamed of feeling."
"After I'd finished coming and he'd swallowed every drop, he asked me to turn around with my legs spread. I knelt on the divan facing the back with my hands braced on the back and my knees spread as far apart as I could get them on the seat. I remember thinking at the time what an awkward and vulnerable position it was. I could hear him moving around the room, opening and closing a drawer in his desk. I sensed him behind me before he touched me again, kneading my buttocks and sliding his fingers up and down my crack. He leaned over my back and started kissing and nibbling along my shoulders. Then a wet, slippery finger started toying with my anus, and I was moaning and getting hard again. The finger slipped inside me and was shortly joined by a second, moving and stretching me for the larger object to follow. I shouted and arched my back as the fingers touched something inside me that sent a blinding wave of pleasure through me. I had to have more. I started moving against the fingers inside me, only to have them withdrawn. I moaned a protest, and felt something larger and blunter at my opening."
"It hurt as it entered, burning and stretching me, but the pain rapidly faded as he moved inside me, his cock filling me and brushing again and again across that spot which sent joy throughout my being. I begged for more, faster, meeting his thrusts with my own. He reached around and took me in hand, stroking me in time with our movements. That sent me even higher into rapture, and I thrashed as if having a fit of some sort, trying to simultaneously impale myself and thrust forward into his hand. It was too much, and I came with a shout, a part of me hearing him cry out behind me as his seed burst into my bowels. He slipped out of me after a few more thrusts, and we held each other in a tangle of limbs on the divan as our hearts and breathing slowed."
"As my mind cleared and I realized what I'd done, I felt a terrible shame and guilt for what I'd done to Evie. I was also absolutely certain I'd do it again if given the chance; Evie was willing enough when it came to wifely duties, but it had never been anywhere near what I'd just experienced with this near-stranger. I wanted to feel that again, Dear God, I had to have that joy, that . . . completion. That wholeness that had only come that night, in forbidden pleasure."
"The client sent a letter back with me the next day telling my father how impressed he was with my work and asking if I could handle all his affairs. My father was agreeable, and I soon had several clients of my own. My lover had quickly realized if I spent too much time in his company, tongues would wag, and so introduced me around to his circle of "special" friends. As my practice grew, I found my own "friends"; spending one or more hours locked away in a study or library with orders not to be disturbed hardly caused a blink among their households. Even as a judge, I found time to "consult" with former clients."
"What about your wife?" Ezra finally broke through Travis' monologue to ask.
"If Evie suspected, she never mentioned it. I'm fairly certain she knew something was going on, if not exactly what, and she seemed . . . relieved to have that burden lifted. After our fourth child, she moved out of our bedroom and into one of her own, saying she was getting too old to have children."
"An interesting story. But why tell me? What is it you really want?"
Ezra's words gave the judge a moment's pause, but he pressed on. "Did you ever wonder why I remembered your face from Fort Laramie? I wanted you even then, but the one thing I've never done is use my position for personal gain. Playing around with a known criminal would have been playing with fire, and I didn't dare risk it. The opportunity to give you a full pardon gave both of us a second chance. If you're willing, and you don't mind being with an old man, we could keep each other warm without a fire."
The gambler considered his words. True, the judge was well past his prime, but he hadn't let himself go to fat. Ezra had been with men before and knew what he was getting into, or in this case, what would be getting into him. He slid over to the other man in the darkness and felt his way up to his face. Lips pressed to lips gave Travis his answer.
Travis slid one hand into Ezra's hair as the other fumbled with the buttons on the gambler's vest. Ezra's own hands were opening the judge's collar and shirt, as well as undoing his tie. The gambler trailed kisses across Travis' jaw to his ear, pausing to lave and nibble the lobe before working his way down his partner's throat to his collarbone. The judge had finished opening both Ezra's vest and shirt, sliding his hands inside the fabric to caress the warm skin beneath. One hand ran fingers up and down the gambler's spine as the other toyed with a nipple. Ezra moaned and tried to shrug out of his jacket. Travis slid both hands up to the other man's shoulders and pushed the jacket off, following it with the vest, suspenders(braces) and shirt. Ezra returned the favor, and soon they were locked in a passionate embrace, hands and lips exploring the newly exposed skin.
Travis' hand slipped under the waistband of Ezra's trousers, tickling the small of his back. He arched forward, pressing his groin to the older man's as erections rubbed together through layers of fabric. The judge squeezed his partner's ass with one hand as the other came around to undo the buttons of Ezra's pants, reaching down to fondle the weeping cock and balls beneath it. The gambler thrust forward into the hand, encouraging further efforts. His own hands had not been idle, unbuttoning trousers and loosening drawers before pushing both items down off Travis' hips. Both men paused for a moment to remove their boots, and Ezra, realizing push would soon come to shove, said, "I didn't exactly come prepared for this. Do you have anything, or are we going to have to improvise?"
Travis was already reaching into his saddlebags. "While I hadn't prepared for this either, I do have something I think will work." His fingers closed on the shape of the bottle he'd been seeking, and he pulled it from the bag, opening it and sniffing the contents to be sure. "Yes, this should do."
"What is it?" Considering where it was going, Ezra was understandably nervous.
"Hair oil. I've had to use it on a few occasions before. Not the best, but better than nothing."
The gambler nodded, having been in just that situation and using it himself. Returning to what they'd been doing he reached out and pulled the judge back into his arms, kissing him open-mouthed, running his tongue all around the inside, tasting him thoroughly. His mouth moved on, kissing, sucking, and nibbling his way across warm flesh. He nipped Travis' collarbone on his way to his nipples, taking turns suckling, nibbling, and licking each one as his fingers played with the other. He worked his way down across the judge's stomach, pausing to slip his tongue in and out of his navel several times. His hands had already spread his partners' knees and were running up and down the insides of his thighs, causing the older man to whimper and moan as he avoided the one spot Travis longed to be touched.
Ezra's head moved lower, tongue flicking out to tease flesh, teeth nipping hip bones, lips softly kissing inner thighs. The judge's hips bucked as he pleaded for an end to the teasing. He shouted as the gambler's facile tongue flicked across a testicle, cursing as Ezra sucked it into his mouth, laving it thoroughly before repeating the treatment with the other one. He cried out again when the torturing tongue wiggled at the base of his cock before licking its way up to his head. The gambler closed his lips around just the head and sucked hard, tonguing the hole and sensitive underside before swallowing as much as he could fit into his mouth. Using lips, tongue, and, very gently, teeth, he brought the older man to the edge before Travis stopped him.
"I'm too old to do this more than once, and I want to be inside you when I come," Travis explained.
His lover nodded and asked, "Face to face, or from the rear? I've done it both ways."
The judge's answer was to push him down on his back and plunder his mouth passionately while raising his legs up over his shoulders. Oil-slicked fingers teased at his anus before gently probing inside him, as Travis prepared him for their joining. He jerked as the older man's fingers found his prostate and sent pleasure coursing through him. The fingers were removed after a few more caresses to that sensitive spot, and Ezra felt the head of his lover's cock at his opening.
Travis pushed in gently, making sure he didn't hurt the other man. He eased his way in until he was flush against Ezra, pausing to let the both of them get used to the sensations. Ezra was so tight and felt so good around him that Travis had nearly come just from entering him, and he wanted to make this last as long as possible. He started moving slowly, but it felt too good to keep at a slow pace, and soon he was thrusting fast and hard, Ezra moving beneath him and meeting his thrusts. His hand gripped Ezra's cock, pumping frantically as his movements became more urgent. He didn't want to finish before his partner, but he needn't have worried. Ezra came with a shout, spurting semen over them both, just before he emptied himself into his bowels.
After he'd slipped out of his lover, Travis shifted himself to lay next to Ezra, cuddling the younger man close as they recovered from their joining. Their breathing and heart rates slowly returned to normal, and they rearranged the bedrolls to sleep in each others arms, and drifted off.~~~
"You idiots! You had Travis right in your hands and just let him go!"
"How were we supposed to know it was Travis?" Pete shot back. "This other fella came by, saying he knew the judge and was trying to avoid him. He said the man we had was some friend of his named Bradley."
"Yeah, real friendly, if ya know what I mean," another man added.
"What did this other fella look like?" the man who'd hired them asked.
"Well, he was a Southerner, middling height, slender, dark hair, green eyes, dressed fancy, and he had a gold tooth," Pete said.
His employer let out a string of curses. "How the hell'd that happen? The man you just described is one of seven Travis hired to keep the peace around here. Name of Ezra Standish; supposed to have been some kind of con artist before the judge offered him a pardon."
"Now just a minute here!" Pete interrupted. "You didn't say nothin' about no seven others!"
"If you'd done your jobs properly, you wouldn't have had to worry about the Seven," the head man said.
"As it is, it's too late for you to back out now. Standish and Travis know what you look like. They'll be getting to the others and tracking you down, unless you can find a way to stop them." He paused to draw a rough map of the area. "If you were where you said, they probably stopped here for the night. If you push your horses, you can catch them," he indicated a spot on the map, "here."
Pete noted the location, and nodded. Gathering up the rest of his gang, he set off, grumbling about bosses who wouldn't tell you anything and wishing he'd stayed in Oklahoma.~~~
Ezra woke with a moan, opening one eye on the early morning light. He hated being on the trail; sleeping on rough ground always left him sore, and there was usually some urgent reason for rising at an ungodly hour. He frowned, noting his state of undress, until he remembered the events of the night before. He came fully awake, sitting up and looking around for the judge.
"Over here," came a voice from his left. Judge Travis sat on a nearby rock, pulling on his boots and looking every inch the dignified representative of jurisprudence. Gone was the desperate, gentle lover of the previous night. "I took the liberty of shaking out your clothing and boots. I want to get to Four Corners as soon as possible." Just like that. Not a word of last night.
The Southerner grabbed his clothing, turning his back as he donned the garments and boots. Well, fine. If His Honor wanted to ignore last night's events, Ezra would just forget it happened as well.
While the gambler dressed, the judge saddled the horses. As Ezra was tightening his tie, arms gently encircled his waist from behind, and lips nuzzled the back of his neck. "I'm sorry about before, but we really do need to get moving. You're so beautiful; I wish we could spend days, or even weeks, just exploring and loving each other."
"Perhaps sometime when our mutual schedules permit it." Don't hold your breath in the meantime, Your Honor, Ezra thought, wiggling out of Travis' grasp.
"Are you all right to ride?"
"As I mentioned previously, I wasn't a blushing virgin last night." Ezra demonstrated by swinging effortlessly up into the saddle. "I'm fine"
Travis mounted with slightly more difficulty, and they started for town, unaware they were riding straight into trouble.~~~
Pete arranged his men on either side of the trail after making sure nobody had passed since the night before. A few minutes later, the man he'd set to watch the trail slid down next to him and told him the two men were riding toward them. Pete signaled to the rest to get ready.
The trap was neatly sprung, and soon Ezra and the judge were tied to their saddles. Just as the gang was mounting to leave, however, a trap was sprung on them. A single mounted rider appeared in the road on either side of the group. The rider on the town side had long curly hair and a fringed buckskin jacket, while his counterpart was clad completely in black.
The man in black wasted no words. "Let 'em go."
"I'd follow his advice if I were you," a tall mustached man holding a rifle said from an outcropping above and to one side.
"The Lord will smile down on you if you do," said another tall man from the other side of the trail, pointing a pistol left-handed at them.
Pete noted his gang was surrounded as two more men appeared; a black man near the lefty, and a barely more than boy near the mustached man. He threw down his gun, and the rest followed suite. The guns were quickly collected, and the men were bound much as their prisoners had been, while said prisoners were swiftly freed.
"More of your doing?" Travis asked Ezra.
"I did happen to mention you were being taken toward Mexico when I informed my compatriots of my unexpected detour via telegram," the Southerner admitted.
The pair were given no further chance for conversation on the ride to town, as Chris monopolized the judge and Buck and JD pestered Ezra for details of his adventure. Once at Four Corners, Travis was immediately pounced on by Mary, and Ezra made his way to his room to wash, shave and change. They didn't meet again until the next afternoon, when the judge stopped by the saloon for a drink, greeting Inez politely and joining Ezra at his normal table.
He was greeted with the gambler's usual "Can I interest you in a game of chance?" but declined with a shake of his head.
"I'm told a game of chance with you is hazardous to the finances," Travis said ruefully. "Dame Fortuna seems to smile on you inordinately. I was hoping if you weren't otherwise engaged we could go for a short ride. I wanted to go out to the homestead and visit my son's grave, but Chris doesn't want me riding anywhere alone." Though Pete had provided both a name and description, the man who hired him was still at large, and his boss was still unknown.
"Yes, I must admit Lady Luck does appear to have a certain fondness for me at times." The gambler made a show of debating the judge's request, but they both knew he wasn't going to refuse, either the ride or what would follow.
A short while later the two were mounted and riding out, having checked in with Chris and gotten his nod of approval. "Don't be too long. I want the two of you back here before dark."
They didn't speak on the ride out, or for the time Travis stood looking at his son's grave. No words were exchanged as they entered the house the men had helped repair after the fire started by minions of Elliot, the banker who'd killed Mary's husband to stop him from exposing fraudulent land deeds. It was as if some taboo would be broken if a word was said or a gesture made at the wrong moment.
Once inside, the judge promptly pinned his companion to the door, pressing lips and body against the one he'd been aching for. His hands moved desperately over fabric and fasteners, anxious to reach the skin beneath. Tearing his lips away for breath, he whispered, "I've thought of almost nothing but getting you alone since we got back to town. God, I want you so much!" They stumbled, breathless and aroused, toward the bedroom.
Travis seemed to pull himself together somewhat as they neared the bed. His kisses became gentler and less urgent. As Ezra reached up to undo his tie, the judge stopped him. "Let me," he breathed, pulling on the ends of the tie with deliberate slowness. He unbuttoned collar and the top few shirt buttons with the same lack of hurry, plying lips and tongue over the exposed skin.
Ezra shuddered at the gentle, barely-there brushes of lips and tongue over his throat and collarbones. He reached for his lover to return the favor, only to have his hands captured and held in a surprisingly strong grip. Words of negation were murmured in his ear as his arms were raised above his head and held there by a single hand. His watch was removed from his vest pocket, the chain being detached and set on the bedside table. Vest and shirt were slowly unbuttoned, exposing the skin beneath. The gambler twisted his wrists in the grip of his lover, wanting the now-confining cloth of jacket, vest, and shirt removed. "Please," he begged, "let me take them off."
"Not you," Travis panted between kisses, "me. They'll come off soon enough, but for now, I want to take my time."
His lips took their time exploring Ezra's chest, nibbling, licking and sucking their way to the hardened nipples. Tongue and teeth teased the younger man to incoherent pleas. Travis finally let go of the younger man's hands, and slowly slid his jacket off his shoulders, hanging it in the closet. Ezra stood perfectly still as the judge removed his vest and shirt, one item at a time, folding them neatly before laying them on a chair by the bed. The suspenders(braces) were left attached to his trousers as he was pushed back onto the bed.
Travis took his time exploring the newly-exposed skin, straddling Ezra's hips and pressing their groins together. He allowed his lover to undo his tie and unbutton his vest and shirt, pulling the latter from his trousers. Ezra's hands moved under the fabric, feather light touches sliding over his spine and coming around to tease nipples to near-painful hardness. Travis sat up for a moment, removing jacket, vest, and shirt and tossing them carelessly away.
"Not very neat," Ezra teased.
"To Hell with neat," growled Travis, reaching for the buttons of Ezra's trousers. He suddenly paused, and telling his lover, "Wait here," he slipped quickly out of the room, returning with a small bottle half-full of liquid. "Olive oil," he answered Ezra's questioning look, "one of a half-dozen bottles Evie and I sent as a Christmas present one year." He gave the younger man an impish grin. "There are three other bottles left; she must not use it often, or she's forgotten it's there." Setting the bottle on the bedside table, he returned to what he'd been doing.
He slowly undid the buttons on Ezra's trousers and slid them down below his knees, pausing to delicately kiss the insides of both knees. He pulled off the gambler's boots and socks, following them with the trousers and drawers, and swinging Ezra's bare legs onto the bed. He paused to get a good look at his lover for the first time as he sprawled wantonly on the bed.
The gambler's tan ended, as could be expected, at his neckline and wrists. The rest of his skin was pale ivory, nearly hairless except for armpits and groin. Jade green eyes peered from half-lowered lids, and a half smile curved lips of surprising fullness for a man. One hand supported his head, fingers tangled in chestnut locks, while the other caressed the pale skin, moving down chest and belly to slide into pubic hair. Ezra's fingers wrapped around his balls, teasing his lover by gently squeezing and fondling them before starting to stroke himself.
It was too much for the judge. Divesting himself of the rest of his clothing, he threw himself on the younger man, lips and hands everywhere. "You shouldn't do things like that to an old man like me," he panted between kisses and nibbles.
"I'm sure you'll think of some way to make me pay for my transgressions," Ezra purred into his ear.
"Oh, be certain of it," Travis growled back, wrapping his hand around Ezra's shaft and stroking firmly. "We don't have much time," remembering Chris' warning, "what do you want me to do?"
Ezra was gasping and bucking due to the judge's efforts. "I - ah - want, want - ogod - you - huh, huh - inside me - please - now!" He squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to come yet. He howled as he felt Travis' lips on him, and promptly lost the battle, shooting his seed into his lover's mouth.
The judge licked him clean and moved up to claim his lover's lips. After a long, hot kiss, he said, "I'm feeling a little tired after all that. Ride me; I want to watch you pleasuring yourself on my cock."
They rolled over, putting Travis on his back with Ezra above him. The gambler poured some oil on the judge's belly, and while he was slathering it on the older man's straining erection, Travis was sliding fingers inside him, stretching and oiling the tight passage and teasing Ezra's prostate. The younger man pulled himself off the fingers and, in a single swift movement, buried the judge's cock balls-deep in his ass.
He cried out, pain mixed with pleasure as he filled himself with hardened, engorged flesh. He paused a moment to let the pain fade, then pulled up until only the head remained inside him, pushing himself down again quickly. Up, slowly. Slam down. He eventually picked up the pace, and Travis met him thrust for thrust, reaching down to stroke his penis in time with their mutual pace. Ezra came with a shout, shooting sperm over his lover, who buried himself deeply in the man above him and filled him with his seed.
They adjusted themselves into comfortable positions to catch their breaths, arms and legs entwined.
"Where are you headed after you leave here?" asked Ezra a little while later.
"I'll have to give you my itinerary," Travis replied. "It's not exact, but if you show up within a week of my arrival date, I should still be there. I trust I don't have to tell you to use some discretion in showing up where I am."
"I still have my obligations here," the gambler said as he dressed, "but I can probably get away every couple of months." He leaned down to give his lover a kiss. "And of course, you'll be paying the occasional visit to your lovely daughter-in-law and grandson." His eyes took on a thoughtful expression.
"You know, Chris is still worried about someone trying to kill you. It probably wouldn't be all that hard to talk him into letting me be your bodyguard until we catch the people who want you dead."
The judge's expression was equally thoughtful. "Sounds like a plan. You'd have to sleep in my room, in case someone attacked me in my sleep."
"I think I could manage that." Ezra grinned, flashing his gold tooth.
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