When Ezra appeared outside on the boardwalk, he found Buck lounging casually against a post, looking like he'd been there for hours. Nothing in his posture suggested that he was soon to participate in some sexual debauchery with another man. Ezra shook his head minutely. One would think the man engaged in this sort of thing everyday--he looks so relaxed. Of course he does have a very promiscuous life, but most of that seems to be with women. He was jerked out of his contemplation when a silky voice whispered in his ear.
"I picked out our place Ezra. Hope you're ready for some real hot sex!"
Ezra managed to refrain from jerking his head away from the moustache tickling his ear. "Really Buck, must you always be so crude about everything? And dare I ask just where you have planned for us to conclude our wager?" Ezra tried, but his voice held a tremor of nervousness. Even though he was in charge of tonight's entertainment, he knew deep down that Buck would also have a large say in what actually happened.
"Sure have Ez. Now I think in order for this to be just a mite more fun, we should go somewhere that neither of us has ever had sex. What do you think?" Buck's voice was deep and velvety with lust, and it sent tingles up and down Ezra's body.
"Mr. Wilmington, I would rather not think on where you might have carried on your romantic associations, but for myself, I prefer a feather bed. However, I don't suppose that's what you had in mind?"
Buck smiled evilly in return, "Oh, I just bet you would Ezra. No, I was thinking that Vin's wagon might provide us with an interesting love nest."
"What?! Surely you jest! I thought we were planning to enjoy ourselves this evening? I hardly think that is possible in that...that domicile. The dear Lord only knows what manner of vermin infests that thing. No! Absolutely not, you must chose something else." Ezra was truly horrified. How on earth does he expect me to enjoy this encounter when I'm concerned about catching some pernicious disease?
"But Ezra, that was part of our wager; you won, so you got to chose what we do and you notice I haven't even pestered you about that. But since I lost, I get to chose the place." Buck was trying hard not to smile at the nearly visible squirming the gambler was doing. "But seeing as how I'm such a generous man, I'm willing to make a second choice - but ya gotta go with this one Ezra, or else you'll be breaking your word."
Ezra managed to tear his horrified eyes away from the dilapidated wagon that Vin called home. "Very well, please make your choice...I...I will accept it. After all, a deal is a deal." Ezra was still shaken over Buck's suggestion, until he realised that keeping the gambler off balance was just what Buck wanted. He gave the tall man his coolest gaze. "More games, Mr. Wilmington?"
"Now Ez, its Buck, remember, and I just couldn't resist that little bit of fun. You shoulda seen your face - thought maybe you was gonna faint dead away on me. Since that wouldn't be any fun for me, guess we'd best go to the real place I picked out for us.+ + + + + + +
Vin and Chris started kissing and caressing--rolling around and rubbing against one another--trying to crawl inside each other's body and soul. Chris was going nearly mad with desire--wanting to be inside Vin--wanting to possess him, but he was concerned that Vin was an innocent. How to ask him, without embarrassing him more? Finally he could wait no longer. "Vin, I want ya now, but I gotta know...have ya? Damn this is so hard! Have ya ever been with a man that way? Do you want this?"
Vin could barely answer he was so aroused and ready. "Yeah, I been with a man, and I want this...now!" At this point he didn't even care what 'this' was...he just wanted relief.
Chris grabbed Vin and kissed him deeply, nearly climbing inside his mouth. He reached down under Vin's butt, feeling for the secret entrance and pressed his finger inside. Vin moaned--partly in pleasure, partly in pain, and Chris knew they would need something. He quickly glanced around the room; there was only some spare lamp oil and he grimaced. But Vin was moaning beneath him, and he couldn't wait any longer. "Ok, hang on Vin, just gotta get something." He kissed the tracker again and stroked down his chest. Then got up and grabbed the oil quickly; slopping some of it in his haste.
Vin gave him a wry little grin. "Try to save some of that cowboy--gonna need it."
Chris just looked at him, climbed back on the bed and ran his hands up and down the soft, warm skin covering hard muscle. The he leaned in closer to claim that mouth again; that sweet looking mouth that brought such a sinful pleasure. The he reached between Vin's legs again--this time his fingers were coated with oil--and pushed against the small opening. Vin's panting and raspy moans were really starting to drive Chris crazy. He pushed deeper--stroking and stretching him. Vin thrust his hips against his hand and spread his legs wider--giving him better access. Finally Chris figured that Vin was ready enough and Chris just couldn't wait any longer. He lifted Vin's legs and pushed them back against his chest, totally exposing his sex and entrance to Chris'view.
Chris'cock twitched in anticipation of penetrating the tight opening. He looked up to Vin's face, "ready?" Vin nodded and Chris positioned his leaking cock at the entrance and getting a good grip on Vin's hips, he pushed in. Vin cried out, but Chris managed to stop his forward movement. "Ya ok?"
Vin blinked and panted a moment, then nodded. "Yeah, go ahead." Chris thrust in again, slowly this time, trying to control his urge to just ram into the moist heat--to totally possess the young man beneath him.
Vin was moaning and gasping as Chris sunk in deeper, his hands gripping and clawing Chris'hair and shoulders. But the pain was barely registering on Chris, other than making him crazier for Vin. Vin was grunting and panting, sounding almost in pain. Chris slid in a bit suddenly and brushed the bump inside Vin. Vin cried out and spasmed as his orgasm burst through him, his seed coating their torsos. Chris thrust in further, unable to stop himself as Vin's body clenched and bucked against him. He paused for a minute until Vin went limp, then started thrusting furiously into the tight heat, picking up speed as he felt his own impending release. Though he tried to be mindful of not hurting his lover, the pleasure and pain rushing through his groin was forcing him to drive faster and deeper. Vin grunted softly as his body was pounded mercilessly by the frenzied man above him. Abruptly Chris pumped into Vin in a staccato rhythm and then stiffened and cried out gutturally as his seed poured into Vin. Chris collapsed on top of Vin as his tremors took all his strength from his limbs. Vin groaned as his legs were pressed back into his chest by the other man's weight.
Vin petted the exhausted gunfighter's sweat-slicked back and hair, until Chris'breathing eased a bit. Chris finally opened a bleary eye to look at Vin. When he realised the uncomfortable position the tracker was in; bent double and supporting Larabee's weight--Chris quickly scrambled to roll off of him.
"Christ Vin, I'm sorry. You ok?" He stroked the sweat-stoked hair from the flushed face and peered into the blue eyes with concern.
"Yeah, just a bit stiff. Reckon yer gonna have to lose some weight, Cowboy." Vin's wry grin took the sting out of the words.
Chris got to his knees and started to massage the cramps from Vin's legs. The tracker sighed in appreciation as the pain lessened. Vin grinned at his lover and reached his arms out toward him. "C'mere Cowboy. Getting cold without ya." Chris looked into the twinkling blue eyes and after giving the lean thighs a final pat, he gladly moved to lie back down beside his new lover. Lover, yeah. Wonder how I got so lucky a second time? He returned Vin's embrace and snuggled close. "Damn but ya feel so good Vin."+ + + + + + +
Ezra couldn't believe that they were in the Clarion print shop. And all of his protests were silenced before they even passed his lips. I made a deal and now I have to stick to it. Well, if nothing else, there are lots of places to use my little 'items'. He returned his attention to the other man in the room. Buck was lounging against the desk in Mary's print shop, just waiting for Ezra to get over his surprise and start his fantasy.
"Hell, Ezra, you don't wanta go first, I don't mind starting things out for ya." Buck knew the goad would push Ezra into action. Not likely the con man was going to give up his advantage and Buck was very curious to see just what he had in mind.
"Getting anxious, are we Buck? No need, I'm more than ready to start. One only can pray that Mrs. Travis doesn't decide to make a midnight foray into the office. If you would be so kind as to remove you hat and jacket, oh, and of course the gun belt too." Ezra removed his own hat and gun belt, but left his coat on for the moment. Style always counts, and in this case, it is essential for appearances. He looked up to see that Buck had complied with his request and was now leaning back against the table, awaiting further instructions.
Ezra motioned him to move over near the printing machinery. Buck gave him a puzzled look, but moved as requested. "Gonna give me an idea what you're planning here, Ezra? Heck, you could always start with a little kiss, just to warm us up."
The warm undertones in the gunslinger's voice were enough to convince Ezra that his plans would work out just fine, even if he allowed Buck to make the opening foray. He moved closer to Wilmington and ran his hand down the man's firm chest. "I see no reason why we can't commence our activities with a kiss." He tilted his face up and leaned into the taller body. Warm, the man is so warm; his body, his heart, his...ah, kiss...so hot....
Buck was putting his usual effort into kissing, which was to say that he was totally involved. He lightly traced the outline of Ezra's lips - feeling them soften in desire. Oh yes, this was gonna be good, no matter what Ezra had planned. Then he slipped his tongue into the other man's mouth. The gambler's mouth tasted like expensive brandy and his tongue was winding around Buck's as if performing an erotic dance.
Buck's hum of pleasure sent shivers of intense joy through Ezra's mouth, and the busy caressing hands were tantalisingly sensual. Ezra was ready to surrender to the feelings when he remembered that he was supposed to be running this show. He pulled away reluctantly; feeling chilled where Buck's warm body was no longer in contact with his own. The gambler drew in a deep breath, straightened his jacket and tried to regain control of the situation. "Well, you certainly are accomplished with your tongue, Buck. Most delightful, but now we get to play my game. If you wouldn't mind closing your eyes?" He gestured to the tall gunfighter to lean back against the printing press and relax. Now that was a joke - when wasn't Buck relaxed during foreplay? Ezra waited until Buck had closed his eyes while joking that he really didn't mind looking at Ezra. "Yes, that is delightful to know, but for now I'm afraid that you will have to forego that pleasure." With that, he reached up and tied a silk handkerchief snugly around Buck's eyes - not too tight to hurt him, but snug enough not to slip off easily. Buck's head tilted as in question, but he did not protest.
Ezra leaned in to gently tease the full lower lip under the dark moustache, pulling back when the scoundrel tried to deepen the kiss. "Now, now, my show remember. You mustn't try to take control Buck, just do as I say and we'll have fun, I promise." He patted the pouting man's chest soothingly. "Now, if you would raise you left arm and hold it there - perfect, thank you." A silk scarf secured Buck's long arm to part of the printing press. "Wonderful, and now if you would repeat the process with your other arm?" A third handkerchief was sacrificed as a restraint. Ezra stepped back and admired his handiwork. Yes, very nice, it will keep Buck from using those long limbs to touch me and try to take control of the seduction. Ezra had deliberately not gagged the scoundrel; after all, he did want to enjoy his kissing - just wanted to ensure that he could pull away when needed.
Buck also had other uses for his mouth, and he didn't always need to be in close proximity to do them. "Ezra? You still here? Come a little closer so I can feel the heat from your body. Smell that expensive cologne you wear. I can always tell it's you, even in the dark. I can smell that cologne mixed with your natural body musk. Smells so good Ezra. Yes, that's it, come closer. I can hear you breathing now - the warm breath moving in and out of your body. I want your body, Ezra. I want it now."
Ezra felt like he was in an erotic trance or something. Buck's voice was low and mesmerising, pulling him closer. Close enough to smell the musky scent of Buck's body, and to feel the warmth radiating from it. Damn, but the man is good. Here he is bound and blindfolded, and he still manages to overwhelm me. How on earth does one control this power? The con man reached forward and stroked down the broad chest, feeling the lean muscles jumping at the contact. He slid his hands around Buck's neck and removed the bandanna he wore.
Buck leaned in to nuzzle Ezra's arm as he was doing this. Ezra permitted it, because the scoundrel couldn't cause too much trouble in that position. "And now Buck, we get to see if you are as responsive as you are inventive." Ezra slowly started undoing the buttons of the cotton shirt Buck was wearing, sliding his fingers underneath to tease the warm skin. Buck moaned softly, encouraging Ezra's efforts. The gambler continued slowly, easing his way down the broad chest, lightly stroking through the hair curling around his fingers. He tugged gently on a handful of hair and smiled when Buck groaned a little louder. "I see that the proceedings are not causing you distress, Buck?"
"No, not unless you count being tied up and blindfolded and not allowed to see or touch ya Ezra. "C'mon back over here and see what we can do together."
Ezra chuckled briefly to himself. Still trying to take command of the situation, aren't you Buck? Well, we'll have to put a stop to that. He leaned even closer and without warning nipped lightly at one of Buck's nipples. The lounging man suddenly straightened and let out a gasp.
"Damn, but that was sneaky Ezra!" He groaned loudly as Ezra continued to nip, suck and lick the tight nub. When Buck began squirming and moaning for relief, he pulled away. "Oh, no...that's worse. I need more Ez, c'mon, ya can't leave me like this."
"You would like more? Well certainly, I would hate to disappoint a man who is begging in such delightful manner." And again he leaned forward to lavish his attentions on the other nipple. Buck twisted in reaction - trying to either pull away or get closer - it was hard to tell. Ezra again stepped back and brought forth his next 'item'...this one was so deliciously delicate and diabolical, all at the same time. At least that's what Buck thought when the lightest graze wafted so painfully over the first swollen nub. It was almost ephemeral - there for only a second, causing such exquisite torment and then gone - but it's leaving was even more painful. Buck's moans were heartfelt this time - he gritted his teeth together and tried to hang on. That was the point of this--to hang on--because Ezra was only teasing him; he would bring him relief...soon. Least he damn well better bring me relief! "Ahhhh, God...Ezra...no more...what is that?"
Buck jerked beneath him, trying to press his body up against the man tormenting him. Ezra attempted to keep his lover from touching him in return, but Buck managed to arch his body forward far enough to wrap a long leg around the gamblers and thrust his swollen cock against Ezra's hip. The action caused an immediate response in Ezra's own groin. Dear Lord, this has gotten completely out of control. If I ever was in control. "Mr. Wilmington, it seems that you can't be trusted to allow someone else to conduct a seduction at their own pace. So, I gather that I will have to release you and we can..."
"Ezra, you talk too much. Now, if you want to remove these bindings, I can think of some other places to put my hands." The leer was obvious even through the blindfold, but for once Ezra wasn't offended. Hell, he was too aroused to even consider being offended. Unless of course, Buck didn't get that hot, aroused body next to his, and soon. He quickly and efficiently released the groaning man from his bonds and was immediately wrapped in long limbs and a hot, wet mouth. His entire coherency vanished beneath the sensual onslaught and he only vaguely realised that his clothes were being removed.
"You got way too many clothes on here Ezra; fancy - but too many." The warm voice was insinuating itself into more than the gambler's clothes. His body was on fire and his cock was so hard, he wondered that it hadn't torn through his trousers already. Ezra finally had to push Buck away, just so he could breath.
"Please...I really must replenish my oxygen supply." He panted - no longer concerned about his celebrated poise. Poise be damned, I don't care what it takes, but I must have this man - now! Ezra reached and quickly stripped Buck of his pants and underwear. Buck reacted with a surprised chuckle, when they realised he still had on his boots. Ezra quickly crouched down and tugged them off, followed by the loosened clothing. Then he stood back up only to have what remained of his own apparel quickly and efficiently removed. His fair skin quickly took on a rosy hue under the scorching look Buck bestowed on him.
"Damn, you really have an amazing body under all that finery Ezra." Buck stroked long fingers across the musculature of the gambler's chest; just barely tracing the outlines. His touch sent a wave of pleasure spreading throughout his body, to centre in his groin.
"Dear Lord, I don't think I can bear anymore. Please, Buck."
The moustache brushed against a peaked nipple. "Please what, Ezra. I wanna hear you begging for me."
The whispered heat against his sensitised flesh was almost unbearable; Ezra couldn't stop the groan that escaped him. "Please...."
"Gotta tell me what you want Ezra...or I'll just have to start guessing...." And the long fingers traced their way down Ezra's sternum and slipped into his belly button. When that only brought a grunt from his lover, Buck bent down to torment the con man's nipples; licking with a warm, wet tongue and tickling with his moustache. Ezra could only moan and gasp in arousal, unable to verbalise anything clearly. So Buck continued his torment, pressing Standish back onto the printing press and licking his way down between his legs.
When his lover ran the edge of his moustache along the length of Ezra's cock; he screamed out hoarsely. "Buck! Please! Please suck me.... now."
Buck rewarded him by taking his whole cock into his mouth in one sliding, wet swallow. He slid his mouth up and down, sucking and licking like Ezra was a tasty new delicacy, while his hands were busy caressing and fondling Ezra's smooth butt and full balls. The gambler was incoherent with need, other than harsh panting and moaning. Buck continued to torment him until Ezra was sure he would explode, but then he would back off and Ezra was left soaked and shaking, pleading vainly for relief. Nothing much remained of his refined, polished exterior.
Buck stood up and looked down at him; sweaty, panting and flushed with arousal - he was at his most beautiful. The scoundrel gave him a pleased smile and indicated his own throbbing organ. "I could use a little help here myself, Ezra. " He leaned over him...so his cock was within reach of Ezra's mouth. "Now I know you're good with that mouth Ezra - let's see what you can do without using fancy words."
Ezra managed to regain his equilibrium enough to respond to Buck's request. It took him a few tries to encompass Buck's large member, and even then he couldn't take in the whole thing, but he wrapped his hand around the base and squeezed and stroked him. He used his tongue to tease up and down - licking delicately at the head and slit, and then back down. He used Buck's increased moans and whispers as guides to what pleased him most.
Buck finally pulled him away, "Damn, you are good with your mouth - I just knew you would be. But I don't wanna come in your mouth; I wanna come in you. I wanna fuck ya Ezra, till ya think I'm gonna split you in two." The voice was low and guttural with lust.
Ezra felt himself respond to the animal need and quickly leaned back on the printer shelf, spreading his legs and pulling Buck forward. "Yes, I want you too. I want you now Buck." He pulled the gunfighter closer and kissed him hungrily. Buck returned the kiss, and slid long, slick fingers into Ezra, enjoying the gambler's sudden arching against him.
"Are you ready for me Ezra?" the warm voice whispered in his ear.
"Oh, Lord yes, I'm more than ready. Now, Buck!" And since it was Ezra's fantasy - Buck obeyed him. He pushed forward in one steady long thrust, and Ezra let out a deep moan as his body was breached. When Buck would have stopped, the gambler reached around to grab his ass and pull him in further. "Don't stop, whatever you do now, just don't stop."
Buck obliged him and began thrusting slowly in and then all the way back out - slowly, enjoying every sliding, gripping sensation. When Ezra encouraged him with his squirming and moaning, he picked up his pace. Soon he was pounding into the smaller man, rocking back and forth so hard that the printing press was shaking along with them. The clatter of jars and tins falling off to the floor did not even register on the two lovers. They couldn't hear them over the pounding of blood in their ears, their cries of passion, and the slick sound of wet flesh slapping together.
"Oh, God, so tight Ez...so damn tight. Can't hold on much longer..."
"Me either...faster, I ... need you ... NOW!" and Ezra exploded, spraying Buck's muscular chest with his seed. Buck rammed into him in short, jerky thrusts then spilled his own juices into the shaking man beneath him, before he collapsed, totally spent on top of Ezra. Ezra was so exhausted; he couldn't even find breath enough to complain.
Both men must have dozed off briefly, because the next time they were aware - there were voices outside of the shop. "I don't see nothin. Ya sure you heard somethin in here Jake? Hell, door's locked and all. Ya must be wrong."
Buck and Ezra, pressed in close proximity, were suddenly struck with a fit of the giggles. "Shhh...don't say nothing Ez. Don't wanna be found like this."
"Really, I hadn't considered that possibility." Ezra couldn't help a snicker and had to cover Buck's mouth when he reacted with a loud snort. "Now, if you wouldn't mind getting yourself off of me, I'm sure I would be grateful."
Buck looked at him, "Jeez, ya ain't the most romantic person after making love, are ya Ez?"
Ezra looked a little remorseful, so Buck kissed him deeply in forgiveness. "Just a little something to remember me by." And he climbed off his lover and helped ease him off the printing press shelf.
"Ohhhh, dear Lord, why can't you conduct your romances some where comfortable? I'll have bruises and cricks in my back for weeks. " Ezra moved slowly over to retrieve his clothes, muttering to himself, about inconsiderate lovers and weird fetishes. Buck's sudden laughter, only contributed to his imagined sufferings.
"Oh, hell, Ezra. That ain't the only reminder you're going to have of this particular romance. I know you're always expounding on the fact that you're a 'blue blood', but I never believed you until just now." Buck was practically doubled over with laughter, making it nearly impossible for him to get dressed.
Ezra glared at his paramour. "What ever is that cryptic remark supposed to mean, and do please contain yourself."
Buck took a few minutes to get his laughter under control, "Ah, never noticed that you had a 'blue butt'before Ez. Very intriguing." Buck couldn't help but burst out laughing again, though he tried to stifle it, in case the men outside were still there. The look on Ezra's face was absolutely priceless, when he managed to twist around and saw his ink coated cheeks.
"Oh, this is definitely too much. I should have known better than to participate in anything that you would find enjoyable. How am I going to get this off without ruining my clothes? Oh, this is absolutely deplorable!"
Buck attempted to soothe ruffled feathers. "C'mon Ez, I'm sure the laundry lady has something to get ink out. You just hold still, while I see if I can find something wipe that off." Buck grabbed some rags and did his best to scrub the blue ink off Ezra's ass. The gambler was complaining bitterly throughout, so Buck leaned over and nibbled on his neck to distract him. It worked to some degree - now Ezra was bemoaning the fact that he would have marks on his neck. None of this seemed to bother Buck in the least--he was more concerned about getting out of the shop before someone caught them. He helped Ezra struggle into his clothes and the two men quickly and fairly quietly sneaked out of their temporary love nest.
The only traces of their passing were a few tins and jars on the floor, and a perfect butt print on the printing press shelf.+ + + + + + +
Josiah was leaving the saloon and headed for the church to turn in for the night. As was customary for each of the Seven, he also did a quick scan of the town, looking for any signs of trouble. It seemed pretty quiet and he figured it was safe to go to bed. As he was about to enter his accommodations, Josiah thought he saw two figures leave the Clarion office. The ex-preacher paused for a moment, but he couldn't see anything now, and nothing else seemed amiss. Josiah shook his head. You're starting to see things old man, best you get yourself some sleep.
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