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Jim Ellison shut the door behind him with a sigh of relief.
Bad day, bad, baaaad day, he thought. All he wanted now was
to grab a beer, curl up in front of the tv and watch
something totally mind-numbing; perhaps on the local UPN
station.
His hopes for a quiet evening were dashed with one quick
whiff of herbal shampoo, followed by a mighty, "YEEHAW!!"
and and a nylon clothesline tied into a makeshift lasso
flung over his shoulders. He turned around, with
considerable trepidation, and came face to face with his
roommate, Blair Sandburg, dressed in nothing but but a
gunbelt,complete with 2 toy six-shooters, and a cowboy hat.
"Uh, hi Chief. How was your day?" Cautiously, he started to
remove the lasso.
Blair yanked it roughly; fire in his sky blue eyes. "Don't
you try to get loose. I done roped you fair and square
pardner!" he drawled, and pulled the rope and Jim towards
the stairs leading to the bedroom.
Meekly following, Jim tried to stay calm and reasonable.
"Chief, I don't know what you have in mind, and I'm afraid
to ask, but can't we just have a nice quiet night in front
of the tv? I've had a really rough day and . ."
Long brown curls bounced enticingly as he dragged
Jim up the stairs. "No siree! I gotta brand ya and break ya
and git ya ready for the rodeo. Why, I'm sure to win first
prize with a nice piece of horseflesh such as yourself."
They reached the top of the stair and Jim's eyes were drawn
to the bed and what lay on it: an exquisitely detailed
leather saddle. Jaw hanging open, all he could do was stare
at the beautiful, frightening thing, as images of what his
lover had in mind flashed in front of his eyes.
"What're you standing there for?! Git nekked!" Blair
ordered as he rummaged through the nightstand, examining
several tubes of lubricant until he found one that suited
his mood. Glancing impatiently at Jim, who was still
standing fully clothed at the foot of the bed, he shook the
brightly colored tube at him and warned, "Don't make me
come over there! I'll sure-as-shootin' hog tie you!"
"Ain't no buts about it! Git them clothes off NOW!"
As Blair tapped his foot impatiently, Jim realized there
was no getting around it. Resignedly, he removed his
jacket, then his shoulder holster and then his shirt. Blair
licked his lips hungrily at the broad expanse of Jim's
chest. As he bent over to take his shoes off, the
anthropologist cried, "Yee Haw! I'm gonna do some bronc
bustin' tonight!"
Face bright red (and cock throbbing with anticipation), Jim
straightened up and regarded his bouncing and fully aroused
guide, with as much dignity as possible. "Do you mind?" he
growled.
Grabbing the saddle, Blair swung it merrily back and forth,
singing, "Happy trails to you. . "
Jim rolled his eyes in disgust and dropped his pants and
his boxers. "Now what, Festus?"
"Well, I can't saddle you standing up, so you'll have to
get down on your hands and knees. Don't give me that look,
either. This isn't the first time you've assumed that
position!" Blair chided.
Sighing, Jim did as he was told. His eyes closed, he
crouched waiting for the next phase of Blair's wild
fantasy. A weight fell on his back, and his heightened
senses explored the feeling of leather on skin. As Blair
reached under him to buckle and strap the saddle on, Jim's
twitching dick stood up and saluted. He grimaced; his mind
might not be into this game, but his body was anxious to
play.
A sly laugh, told Jim that his partner was aware of his
arousal. Gritting his teeth, he was determined to have a
bad time and complain about it later.
But Blair had other plans. He adjusted the stirrups to what
he hoped was the right length and then straddled Jim and
slowly sank his ass down onto the inviting leather seat.
Jim grunted irritably. Smiling wickedly, Blair stuck his
feet into the stirrups. Not a comfortable position, he
realized with disappointment. There simply wasn't enough
room for his feet to hang without being cramped.
Pouting, he pulled his feet out and rested them on the
floor. Oh well, can't have everything, he decided.
Remembering that he was currently mounted on one very large
and very naked cop, and he hadn't even got to the dirty
parts yet, brightened Blair up considerably.
He smacked Jim's ass smartly. "Don't you have any fight in
you? Try to buck me off!"
"You asked for it!" With that, Jim arched up and nearly
unseated the younger man. Snarling, he shook himself
vigorously, but the pesky guide wrapped his legs around Jim
and held on for dear life.
During the next several minutes, the two rampaged around
the bedroom, knocking the nightstand over, banging their
heads against the wall, and nearly falling down the stairs.
Jim reared and bucked to no avail; his rider was glued to
the saddle. He was covered in sweat and half-crazed with
lust. His ass was aching to be ridden with the same
tenacity that Blair was giving to the accursed saddle.
"Chief, Please!" he finally begged.
"I guess you're broke and ready to be branded, huh?" teased
the equally sex-crazed guide. "Well, you're in luck; my
branding iron is white hot and ready to be shoved between
those sweet cheeks."
"Do it, Blair, now!"
Sliding off his steed, Blair scrambled around until he
found the lube. He slathered a generous amount onto his
quivering dick and then roughly parted the afore mentioned
cheeks.
"Yes, yes, good!" Jim sighed as warm fingers penetrated his
ass.
Blair squeezed more of the sticky substance on his fingers.
He wanted to make sure his mount was good and wet for the
wild ride they were about to take. He paused as his eyes
focused on Jim's ass. It seemed so inviting. With a laugh
of reckless abandon, he buried his face in it.
"BLAIR!" JIm shouted as several fingers, and a tongue
proceeded to ravish his asshole. "I can't stand it!" he
complained and his cock began dripping in
agreement.
"But Jim, it's Mango!" Blair explained holding up the tube.
"FUCK ME NOW, YOU NUTCASE!!" Jim screamed.
As requested, Blair grabbed a double handful of jimskin and
rammed his extremely large dick into the tight passage. Jim
moaned in a combination of pain, pleasure and
relief.
Several quick, hard thrust later and Jim was ready to come.
His psychotic lover, on the other hand, had something else
in mind. Holding onto Jim for support, Blair got to his
feet, pulling Jim's backside up with him.
"What are you doing?!!" howled the desperate cop, strugling
to keep
his balance.
"Yippee-ki-yi-yay!!" shouted the demented cowpoke and began
seriously fucking his Sentinel.
Jim, resting on the palms of his hands, let the madness
take him. His ass eagerly took the pounding. Blair's hand
wrapped around his cock and pumped it vigorously, until,
with a whimper, he spewed his juices all over the carpet.
Four merciless strokes and a cry of "Geronimo!" later,
Blair collapsed on top of the older man.
They slid to the floor, unable to move.
At last, Jim said, "Hey Lone Pervert, do you think you can
get this thing off me? It's starting to chaff."
Quick, gentle hands undid the straps and the saddle fell
away. Blair wiggled down and kissed the red marks that were
left behind.
Running a hand contentedly through the unruly mass of
curls, Jim asked, "What brought all this on
anyway?"
Snuggling up to the solid mass of Sentinel, Blair answered,
"I got home early and didn't have anything else to do so I
turned on the tv and 'Rawhide' was on and well, one thing
led to another.."
A strange rumbling began in Jim's chest. Blair looked up
into the larger man's face with concern, that changed into
an impish grin, when waves of laughter broke loose and
echoed through the loft.
the end.
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