Vin walked the streets of Four Corners, having recovered from his injuries, but not from the affections his lover was showering on him. The tracker was beginning to think that his ass was permanently joined to the gunfighters cock. Not that he minded the attention, far from it. Having grown up friendless and alone<awwwwwwww> he relished the feeling of being adored, loved and ravished.But as he took in the quiet street, he couldn't help feeling that he wasn't alone. Was he getting paranoid he wondered as he scratched at the healing scar of his gravel rash? Some wounds ran deep. Scanning the street, he swore he saw figures moving around, but shrugged it off as his imagination.
Coming to the end of one row of buildings, he was about to step off the verandah when a figure appeared.
"Damn it Bucklin, ya scared ten years growth out of me." Vin gasped as he tried to catch his breath.
Buck licked his lips nervously as he pulled his hat from his head. "Sorry about that pard, didn't mean to scare ya like that." He apologized as he gazed up and down the young man's nearly healed body. "But I was wonderin', seeing as you know so much about horses and all. Windbag is outta sorts and I thought you could look at her for me?"
"Windbag is sick?" Vin frowned as he stepped off the porch. "Sure, I'll take a look. I hate seeing anything in pain." The tracker made a beeline for the livery.
Looking to make sure no one was looking; Buck replaced his hat and eagerly followed. "You serious?" The mustached cowboy asked as he caught up with the tracker in the livery.
"Serious about what?" Vin asked absently as he concentrated on Windbag.
"On," Buck inched closer so that he could actually smell Vin's hair. "Hating to see anything in pain?" He asked as he nervously reached out to run his hand down Vin's back.
"Sorry?" Vin asked, not actually listening to what Buck was saying as he tried to figure out what was wrong with the horse.
"I'm in pain, Vin." Buck moaned as he moved closer, nuzzling at Vin's neck.
Unable to find anything wrong with Windbag, except for a bad case of gas, he still hadn't caught on, when he turned around and found himself in a lip lock with Buck.
Lost in the sensation of hunger, as Buck searched for Vin's lungs with his tongue, Vin's legs nearly gave out under the onslaught.
Remembering his lover that was at this very minute at home knitting him a new holster; Vin reluctantly pushed Buck away. "We cain't do this Bucklin, not to Chris. He loves me."
Buck breathless stood back, reaching toward the bulge in his trousers. "Just let me whip this out and show you," he said as he reached into the waistband of his denims.
"Buck please," Vin tried to look away, but couldn't bring himself to do it.
"Like he loved me once," Buck said sadly as he waved the bulge in the air.
"My God," Vin cried as he snatched at the knitted holster; the same sort that Chris was making for him. "This can't be."
"I'm sorry Vin," Buck apologized as stepped closer to the tracker. "I never wanted to tell you about us, but I couldn't help myself." Reaching out, Buck wiped at the tear that slipped down the tracker's check. "We been through a lot together, Chris and I, shared a lot of things, good and bad, slippery and dry. Everything we did, we did together."
"Everything?" Vin sobbed as he ran the holster through his fingers.
Moving in closer, letting his hand slip down to fondle the tracker's somewhat interested member, Buck stooped to suck on Vin's neck. "Everything!' He whispered.
After some petting and foreplay, soon both men were naked and as Buck greased his roaring cock, he stared down at the beautiful man lying on the hay beneath. "Ain't see no woman half as pretty as you Vin."
The blush that colored the young man's body made Vin all the more appealing to the already half crazed cowboy.
"Vin, you better be ready, cause the way you're looking right now, there's no way Bucklin is going to stop now." He howled as he spread the tracker's legs and gently entered the already primed body. "Oh my God, Chris was right," he growled as he clenched his teeth at the sensation of being sheathed inside Vin's body. "You are so good. Ain't never had anything feel this good." He cried as he began to piston his shaft into the tracker.
Vin groaned as he threw his head back savoring the feeling of Buck pounding into him. "Oh yes," he moaned. "Harder Bucklin. Fuck me harder." He cried as pumped his cock in time with the cowboy's thrusts.
With miraculous timing, Buck and Vin came with an ear-shattering roar. Sweat covered bodies lying panting in the hay.
"Chris will be so happy when I tell him that what we've shared," Vin gasped as tried to catch his breath.
Buck stopped breathing as his head snapped around to Vin. "You can't tell Chris about us, Vin."
Vin was confused now. "But I thought you said, you and Chris shared everything?"
"Yeah I did and we do, but we just don't talk about it. Bedroom, or" he looked around the livery, "livery secrets stay there. It just ain't proper for men to talk about things like this to other men." Buck explained as he hurried to get dressed.
Joining Buck in dressing, Vin frowned. "So this is it? Ya don't want to see me now more?"
Buck hand whipped out, grabbing the tracker by the nape of the neck to pull him into a kiss. Finished checking for tonsillitis, the mustached cowboy grinned. "Oh, I got a lot more things to share with you yet Vin. Don't worry about that."
EIGHT
Vin watched Buck disappear from the livery, before slowly following. What had just happened? Had he really let his friend fuck him and to make things worse, enjoyed it?"Vin?"
Totally lost in thoughts and what had just happened, the tracker hadn't heard Nathan's approach.
"You alright Vin? You look a little pale." The concerned healer asked.
"Wha..?" Vin suddenly woke up from his dream and turned to his friend. "No. its just..I'm a little confused that's all," the tracker's frown deepened.
Taking Vin swiftly by the arm, Nathan wasn't about to let the barely recovered tracker to suffer a relapse. "You're coming with me. I'm gonna check you over. Make sure you're alright."
"No, Nate, I'm fine," Vine protested as he found himself already walking the steps to Nathan's room.
"Ain't going to hear another word, now get in there and take them clothes off so I can check you out." Nathan ordered as he gently pushed Vin into the room, making sure to hang the 'doctor with patient' on the outside handle.
"All of them?" Vin asked. "I was only hurt around the back and shoulders Nate."
"Who's the doctor here Vin, you, or me?" Nathan asked, a 'don't fuck with me' expression on his face.
"Ya are of course, I'm sorry Nate." He apologized feeling totally ashamed of his behavior.
"That's okay Vin, I know how embarrassing this must be for you, but I'll make it as painless as possible. Hell, you might even enjoy it some." Nathan knew he was. Watching as Vin ditched the last of his clothes Nathan licked his lips as he stepped closer. With all the comportment of a doctor, the healer took hold of Vin's limp member and said, "Cough."
Shrugging, Vin complied and wasn't pleased with the reaction he was getting from Nathan. "What's wrong?"
"Just as I thought," Nathan shook his head.
"What? What's wrong with me?" Vin was getting worried.
"You too tense, Vin. We gotta get you to relax or you are going to suffer a relapse," Nathan advised his patient.
"Is that why yer stroking my cock like ya are, to relax me some?" Vin asked with some concern. He didn't want to get sick again.
"Uhuh," Nathan nodded as he brown-eyes glazed over. Realizing he wasn't going to last long himself as his enlarging cock ran out of space to breath in his trousers, the healer gestured Vin to the bed. "Face down Vin. I'm going try some treatment that will seem strange, but remember it will do you a power of good.
Obey his healer's command, Vin screwed up his face. "Ya ain't goin' to give some of that snake oil of yers are ya?"
"I won't lie to you Vin, there is oil involved, but nothing in the mouth. I have to relax those muscles, get em breathing again, okay?"
"Okay, Nate, as long as I don't have to swallow anything." Vin agreed as he lay across the bed his feet hanging of the edge.
"Not this time anyway," Nathan whispered to himself as he poured the oil, he always kept for a multitude of reasons on to his hands. "Actually Vin I might get you up on your hands and knees. That's right," Nathan smiled as Vin obeyed.
"Why this way?" Vin asked. "I thought you wanted me to relax? This is the way me and Chris..Well, don't matter." He blushed.
"This position will stretch your muscles, while I am massaging them at the same time. You see if this position holds good memories for you then you'll be doing part of my job for me, by relaxing." Nathan explained as he climbed up behind Vin and began to massage the oil over the tracker's back. "Now don't worry what you feel. Remember I'm a doctor, I know what I'm doing." The healer said as he leaned in letting his hands move around to Vin's nipples, giving them a tweak.
Vin sighed as his body began involuntary moved back against his friend's body. "Sorry Nate." He was ashamed of his body's reactions to the healer's ministrations.
"Don't be Vin. It's just the usual body's response to stimuli." Nathan grinned as he continued to massage Vin's chest and working his way back down to the Texan's swollen member.
Vin moaned as Nate worked his penis and couldn't help being over-awed at the man's medical talents. He was definitely relaxed now.
Working his oiled hands back toward Vin's ass, Nathan began to work the oily substance between the clefts of the tracker's inviting ring. "Now Vin," the healer voice choked, as continued to fight the urge to take the tracker right that second, "Now you're going to feel something in you anal area. It shouldn't hurt, in fact it should be quite pleasant. You ready?" "Ready," Vin nodded as he silently screamed <Yeah, stick it in> What ever the healer was doing was definitely healing any hurts the tracker had.
Nathan worked one finger and then two and was lost in the sensation. Groaning as his own erection threatened to burst his trousers, he used his free hand to release his raging hard on to the air.
With his eyes closed, completely lost in the pleasant invasion of his body and with his cock in full control, Vin lost all reality. "Fuck me!"
Nathan grinned, pleased to see his doctoring paying off for once and pulling his fingers out, he eagerly replaced them with his shaft.
"Its Twue, its twue," Vin thought to himself.
"Ahhh, Vin, Damn you're sweet." Lost in the sensual feel of the young man on his shaft, while he pumped Vin in the same fluid rhythm with his hand, Nathan saw stars as he exploded his seed into Vin.
Vin was jolted back to reality, just as his cock reach eruption point and his juices flowed as the caressing hand finished its job.
Both men collapsed bonelessly to the bed.
"What have we done?" Vin cried as he thought of Chris at home, having most likely finished the holster and guessing he would now be working on the saddle blanket that he had promised the tracker.
"Nothing I wouldn't have done for any of the others if the were feeling poorly Vin." Nathan soothed. "Nothing I haven't done for Chris once, or twice."
"You and Chris?" Vin was stunned.
"I'm a healer Vin, I don't chose my patients." Nathan explained as he pushed his deflated member back into pants and got out of bed. Vin was more confused than ever.
"By the way, does it smell like somethin' died in here to ya Nate?" Vin asked, wondering why he hadn't smelled the stench before.
"Many people," Nate said sadly. "Have passed away in this room. Just be glad you weren't one of them Vin. Now remember, I want to see you in a week."
"Another check up?" Vin asked as got up and began to dress.
"Yep, can't have you getting sick again."
Vin was more confused than ever.
NINE
Stopping at the bottom step, Vin scratched his head as he pondered the strange events of the day. Had just slept with two of his best friends? Had he enjoyed every mind-blowing minute of it? "God, I need a drink." Slapping his hat back on his head Vin started for the saloon."Brother!" Josiah's voice boomed from across the street.
Vin jumped at the sound and as he watched the big man walking towards him he attempted to figure the odds of ending up being fucked by the preacher.
"He's a preacher."
"He was a preacher."
"He's never showed an interest."
"More like a father figure."
Vin's shoulders sagged in relief as he greeted the preacher's smile with the same courtesy. "How's it goin' Josiah?"
"Very well brother and you? You weren't heading over to the saloon Vin? I would be thinking it would be a bit earlier for you to be drinking. What did Brother Nathan say about that?" The preacher seemed concerned.
"Ahh, Nate.er .don't worry about Nate..I just. we.." Vin fumbled over his words as he refused to meet the preacher's eyes.
"I feel a soul in need. I think you should come with me brother. And let me fill you with the love of the lord." Josiah threw his arm over Vin's shoulder and led him toward his room behind the church.
"I'm fine Josiah, honest.." Vin protested as he tried to free himself from the big man's embrace.
"We all say that Vin. We all try and hide the truth from ourselves and no man should live in a lie. Please Vin, come and sit with me for awhile." Josiah asked as he opened the door and stepped away for the tracker to enter.
"Okay, Josiah, just for awhile. Chris is expecting me home." Vin assented as he entered the room.
"Lucky man, Brother Larabee, to have such a wonderful friend and lover as yourself." Josiah replied as he closed the door and joined Vin. "Please take a seat."
Vin turned his hat around in his hands as looked around the sparse room and to find only a bed. "But there is nowhere to..."
"Rest is where you find it Brother," Josiah said as he walked over to the bed and sat down, tapping the empty space beside him. "Come."
Nervously looking for another seat and finding none, the tracker shuffled over to the bed and sat down. "I really should be going Josiah, Chris.."
"Chris knows you are here Vin, do not distress yourself," the preacher said as he leaned in and kissed Vin's cheek.
"He does?" Vin's eyes flew opened wide as he felt the preacher's lips on his skin.
"Oh yes," Josiah's crooned softly as he took Vin's hat from his hands. "He knows and he agreed that I could not find peace until I faced my fears and he allowed me to do that with you. His exact words were that he could not refuse a friend."
"Chris said that?" Vin asked as he felt his day getting a might strange as well as feeling the big man's hands sliding his jacket from his shoulders.
"More than friends actually," Josiah added as he released Vin's buttons and reached under the shirt to twist and tweak the hardened nipples underneath.
"More?" Vin moaned as his fluttered under the preacher's gentle hands.
"Much more," Josiah said as he tenderly levered Vin onto his back and proceeded to undo the buttons to Vin pants.
"Ya were lovers?" Vin couldn't believe it and was so stunned he didn't even feel his trousers leaving this body for the third time.
"Yes we were Vin, in another time and another place. Oh my lord," Josiah sighed as his eyes soaked in the naked bottom half of the tracker's body and rushed to get some lubrication.
"And he said, that this was alright?" Vin had to be sure. Sleeping with two friends was bad enough, but three, now there had be something wrong here, if he just could work it out.
"Yes he did, " Josiah sighed as he reached down between Vin's legs and found that heavenly place. Surprised to find the Texan's body more agreeable to entry than he had imagined, the preacher open his pants and pulled out his hardened organ of sin. Making sure that Vin was really ready, Josiah coated himself before pushing his way into the still muttering tracker.
"And ya used to do this with Chris?" Vin asked his voice breaking as his cock began to respond to Josiah's Sermon on the Mount.
"My Lord yes!" Josiah grunted as he began to take the tracker like no one he had never taken before in his life. "You're an Angel on earth Vin. Arghhhhhhh!"
Priming Vin's blossoming shaft, Josiah thrust in time with his hand movements and began to pump for the tracker's love juices.
"Oh Lordy. Hallelujah!" Josiah cried as he felt his temple of love flowing his affection into the tracker's body.
The joy on the older man's face and the handwork at his groin sent the tracker over the edge and he came over the Josiah's hand. "Shit!" Vin gasped. He had never come so much in one day in his life. "I'm stuffed."
"Not at the moment you're not," Josiah smiled, having pulled out and tucked him satisfied organ away.
"I still need that drink Josiah," Vin said as he pulled up his pants and grabbed his hat and coat. "I gotta a lot figuring to do before I go home to Chris."
"Would you like some company, you have answered my prayers, the least I can do is answer some of yours." The preacher offered as he walked Vin to the door.
"Thank ya kindly Josiah, and I do mean thanks," Vin smiled, "But I have to work this out for myself." Donning his coat and hat, Vin walked toward the saloon.
Public place he would be safe there.
TEN
Parting the saloon doors, Vin breathed a sigh of relief. Public place, nothing can happen here."Mr.Tanner, most excellent to see you up and around. Will you join me in a libation, or two? I will be paying of course."
<Oh shit!> Vin thought as the heard the southerner's voice, then he remembered were he was. <Stupid Tanner. Public place remember, Inez at the bar, what can happen>
"Sure Ez," Vin grinned, feeling the weight shift from his shoulders and he joined the gambler at his table. The tracker couldn't help noting as he sat down that the Southerner was playing the game solitaire. "What's up Ez, where is everyone?"
"It seems our fair hamlet of Four Corners is the lucky recipient of a new wagon load of ladies of the evening. And I am sorry to say that a game of chance pales in significance to spending you money on a lady that would pleasure you to heaven and back for a few dollars across her palm."
"I'm sorry Ez," Vin knew how much the Southerner loved his cards.
"Do not distress yourself, Mr. Tanner, instead let us drink to friendship and feeling close to the people we care for." Looking toward the bar Ezra waved his hands in the air as he snapped his fingers. "Your best whisky if you please."
Inez made a Mexican hand signal for 'get fucked', and bent to down to retrieve the usual bottle.
"No my dear, not that cheap booze. I want the best you have for me and my friend."
"That is way down the back, it will take me at least twenty minutes to get it." Inez complained.
"We have time." Ezra winked at Vin.
"No, it's okay Ez, the stuff under the bar will be.."
"Only the best for the best, Mr. Tanner."
Inez made an even nastier hand signal, something along the lines of 'and the horse you rode in on' and stormed into the back room.
Vin watched her leave, upset that he might be the course of bad blood between the gambler and the barmaid. "Ez, maybe you should..." Vin found an empty chair. "Ez?" Vin called as he looked around the empty room.
Suddenly Vin felt something begin to fondle him between the legs. His buttons parted under skillful fingers and his flaccid and 'had to be empty by now' member was pulled out.
"Oh shit." Vin muttered under his breath as he looked around to see if anyone was looking.
Unable to see because of the green cloth covering the table, Vin could only sit in stunned silence as a smooth card hand began fondle his balls and another caressed his shaft to attention.
Vin's hands whipped out to latch on to the edge of the table, knuckles white, his fingers threatening to sink into the wood as he gripped on for dear life.
A tongue of velvet bathed him with a French lesson he wouldn't soon forget. The mouth tortured him deep swallows, before leaving him bereft of touch. "Oh God."
"Close Mr. Tanner." A muffled voice chuckled on to his cock sending waves of passion straight to his suddenly refilled balls. With his juices simmering to a boil, Vin tried to signal the Southerner that he was close, but his eyes closed his eyelids as his eyes rolled back and threw back his head in ecstasy.
Ezra knew the signs and submerged Vin's cock to the back of his throat and began to suck the tracker dry.
"EZRAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Vin shouted as he began to spill his seed for the fourth time.
Juices flowed and the gambler swallowed every drop as if it was pure gold, not a drop did Ezra let slip passed his lips.
"ALRIGHT! I'm coming," Inez shouted from the back room. "Keep your pants on."
Vin closed his eyes as he felt hands making light work of putting everything back where they found it.
The tracker didn't think he would ever walk again as he opened his eyes to see Ezra sitting exactly as he had been the only difference the little glint in his eyes.
"I was thinking, Mr. Tanner, as you seem to be the lucky one tonight, I was wondering if you might be free next Saturday, I would like a chance to redeem my loses."
"Huh, next Saturd'y?" Vin said shaking his head, trying to clear the dazed confusion that was clouding his thinking.
"Yes, Mr. Tanner, you are an honorable man are you not? Seems only fair, the you should reciprocate in kind."
"In kind. Ah yeah.. I guess..Okay," Vin slid the chair back as he barely made it to his feet on his shaking legs. "Don't fuss 'bout that drink now Ez, I think I better just make my way home now."
"As you wish. Sleep well and til we meet Saturda'y, Adieu," Ezra said as he tapped his hat with his fingers.
Vin walked out into the street, still seemingly empty as he wondered what the Hell was going on?
ELEVEN
Vin only managed a couple of steps before he had to sit down. Not only was his ass feeling like he had been riding nonstop for a month, but his willy was sure feeling a might chaffed. Was he going mad? He wondered as he sat on the steps to the saloon. Holding his head in his hands he tried to work around the fact that he had now in some shape of form, had sex with four of his best friends. There was no denying it, his friends had either pounded him senseless with their cocks, or, oh God Ezra. Vin could still feel his mouth wrapped around his shaft. How could it get any worse?"Howdy Vin."
Vin jumped falling from the step in haste to make distance between the young sheriff and himself.
"Vin?"
"Ya jest stay away JD," the tracker warned as he scurried backwards in the dirt.
"But Vin, I just want to.."
"Yeh, I know what ya jest want," Vin growled as he turned and bolted down a nearby alleyway. Unfortunately in Vin's haste to flee the young man before he could become number five; Vin had picked a dead end.
As Vin panicked in his effort to find an escape, JD had time to catch the tracker and watched him as the Texan pressed his back to the wall. "What do ya want JD?" Vin asked his heart pounding in his chest.
"Just to talk," the young man answered.
"Yeah well, I've heard that before."
JD kicked at the dirt as he shoved his hands into his pockets. "I gotta tell you something Vin and I don't think you're gonna like me much after you hear it."
Feeling bad that he assumed that the young man standing before him would want to have sex with him, Vin relaxed as he took a tentative step toward the sheriff. "Nothing ya could tell me would make me feel any different toward ya JD."
"Not even if I wanted Chris," JD whispered as he refused to meet Vin's sight.
"What?" Vin gasped.
"I want Chris so bad, but he said I have to be 'older' and get some practice." The sheriff pouted.
"Did he now?" The tracker's voice was harsher than he had meant it to be, but damn it, JD too.
Realizing the young man was agonizing about his problem, Vin unconsciously stepped closer. "It's okay JD. I suppose," he soothed even though his mind was in turmoil. "Maybe one of the girls in the.."
"Oooooof" Vin felt himself thrown to the ground as the young sheriff began humping the tracker's groin, all the while plastering slobbering tongue kisses over the Texan's face. "JD damn it!" Vin chastised the horny sheriff as he tried to lever the eager young man of his body.
"Oh Vin, you feel so good." JD groaned as he continued to hump himself on Vin like an overly affectionate Basset hound.
"THAT WOULD BE RIGHT!" A female called at the same time Vin felt JD juices explode in his pants. "I expected this from him, but YOU!"
JD jumped up, never feeling so good and yet, so embarrassed in his life as he shamefully looked toward Casey. "Sorry Cas, it's just...."
"Damn it Vin," Casey locked eyes on the tracker. "What's he got that I ain't. I offered myself to you once and you wouldn't take me, but JD here humps you like a dog in heat and your all over him." She rebuked.
Vin couldn't take much more of this, pushing past JD and the junior bitch from Hell; the tracker had to see Chris. He had to find out what the Hell was going on.
+ + + + + + +
As Vin burst through the door of the cabin, Chris dropped his needles and rushed to the breathless tracker's side. "Vin what happened?"
"Don't," Vin growled as he pushed the gunfighter away. "I need to know the truth. Ya goin' to tell me the truth cowboy?"
"Haven't I always. What is Vin, was has you so worked up?"
"Ya ever slept with Bucklin?" The blue-eyes demanded the truth.
"How?"
"He told me before he fucked me," Vin answered. "So now we ALL share everything. And what about Josiah?"
Chris shrugged and nodded.
"And Nathan?"
An embarrassed smile was the tracker's answer.
"And Ezra?"
"What are you trying to tell me Vin?" Green eyes darkened.
"And ya even let JD think that one day..Christ Chris!"
"Vin, how did you find out about them?" The question came from the pit of the gunfighter's stomach. If had slept with Buck, then he must have...."Damn it Vin, yer mine!" Chris snarled as he grabbed the tracker and took his claim on Vin's mouth. His tongue searched for the truth as he felt his chew toy melt under the power of his kiss. So Vin was still his but...
"Get cleaned up, get in to bed and wait for me," Chris ordered as he reached for his gun belt, "I want you ready when I get back."
Vin didn't like the look in Chris's eyes as he strapped on his weapon. "Chris? Chris? Chris!"
"What?" Chris impatiently snapped. "I'm just here."
"Sorry," Vin shrugged, as a frowned deepened on the tracker's forehead. "What are you going to do?"
Placing a hand under Vin's chin, the gunfighter looked deeply into his lover's eyes before planting a gentle but erotic kiss to the tracker's lips. "No one," Chris's voice was deadly as the broke the kiss and walked to the door, "No one touches my chew toy."
"Chris? Chris? CHRIS!" Vin shouted to the empty room.
The End at F****** last
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