The following story is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature, and is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons in towns, cities, or governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed to read this story by law. This is fiction. Do not forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety matter'; got condom?
"Out In The Wild, Wild West" 20 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Excuse me sir," the man of highly polished English servitude addressed, "an Artemis Gordon to see you?"
'Hmm... wonder what sneaky plot he's concocting,' Pedro Gonzalez asked himself, however intrigued, he replied to his manservant, "show him into the parlor. I'll join him in a moment."
"Yes, sir. As you wish."
There wasn't much, for Pedro Gonzalez, that money couldn't buy. This included a `live' punching bag, when needed to practice his boxing.
"I like this one, Morgan."
"Yes, he has held up quite well, for the past hour, sir."
"Take care of him. I'd like to use him next week for the out of town get together."
"Yes, sir."
"And, Morgan?"
"Yes, Sir?"
"Arrange for an endowment to the college sports department. The coaches are matching my needs quite well, lately."
Two men unlatched the college freshman from where he had been bound, both hands over his head. They dragged him off to their recovery facility.
"Artemis, how in the hell are you?"
"Just dandy, Pedro."
"Forgive my appearance, but my trainer and I had been practicing."
"Get a lot of right hooks in the gut?"
Pedro knew Artemis could read between the lines. As himself, he could be quite shifty.
Skipping over the inquiry, "So, what brings you here?"
"Nothing less than a conspiracy, mind you."
"Why haven't I guessed it, considering your involvement?"
"Hmm. You were always the flattering type, Pedro."
"What can I say, Artemis... money talks."
"And gets things accomplished?"
"Let's stop beating around the bush shall we? What's on your mind this time?"
"Four individuals, whom I know you will not mind disposing of, for me, properly."
"Tell me, Artemis, who has done you dirty, lately?"
"Two young fellows, a J.J. Sebastien and Braedon Murphy, whom I'm sure would bring you in some nice currency on the white slave market."
"Is that so? Hmm..." Pedro, even though he still dons his workout gear, consisting of shorts, socks and black boots, sits down at his desk. He draws out a pen and pad. "Now, what are those names again?"
"Sebastien... J' J'."
"Age?"
"Twenty-one."
Before writing, he looks up at Artemis and smiles.
"I knew you would like that age, Pedro!"
"Height and weight?"
"Six feet tall and one hundred and eighty two pounds. Muscled."
Another smile from Pedro to Artemis, with added comment, "Hmm... I'm having a boxing exhibition next week, maybe I could find a place for Sebastien to fit in."
"Boxing exhibition?"
"Yes," Pedro states, placing his hands behind his head, not only flaunting the dark, hairy armpits, but his moss-covered chest and stomach.
"I might find an interest in that myself."
"With the kind of money you'll be making off the sale of four slaves to me, will make the exhibition affordable to you, Artemis. In fact, if the other boy is as inviting, as the first... Just what are the other boy's statistics?"
Pedro readies himself to write.
"The name is Braedon Murphy."
"Spell that."
"B-R-A-E-D-O-N."
"Irish, isn't it?"
"Yes and very well built."
"Stats?"
"Almost twenty-six years old, six foot, two inches and a hundred and ninety pounds of sheer muscle."
"Hmm... sounds like what I'm looking for. Need some boys built like tanks. Tell you what, Artemis."
"Should I get ready for a con here, Pedro?"
"Hee hee heee... we both know each other too well, don't we Artemis?"
After they both get a laugh off of each other, Pedro lays his plan on Artemis.
"Tell you what. I'll take both boys, no charge, for the fee for admission to the boxing exhibition, which will include being my guest for the whole weekend."
"Your guest, Pedro. I don't know how safe that is going to make my life!"
After another round of laughter, they chat about the other two prospects to be taken out of Artemis' life.
"Next?"
"Mark Taylor..."
"Taylor? Oh, now that man right there will cost you plenty, however I wouldn't mind seeing his demise anyway and the fourth?"
"James West."
"West, you say?"
Pedro didn't let on that this very night he would be taking on West, in Bart's dungeon. Being equal or even more so a wheeler and dealer, he figured he'd make something off of the deal and `get' while the getting was good. His empire was big, but no reason not to keep expanding.
"And besides doing you a favor, Artemis, what will I get out of this?"
"The land is opening up. There's still much opportunity to be had. I'm sure we can work things out, as opportunity knocks at `your' door, Pedro. Now, what's your price?"
"Hmm... Taylor will be one of the tough ones to deal with. I'd say somewhere in the neighborhood of ten thousand."
"Agreed. Now the price to rid my life of West?"
"Well, knowing Mr. West's notoriety..."
"Just name your price, dammit!"
Pedro could read this transaction outright, so he aimed quite high, naming, "Twenty-five thousand."
"Sold!" Artemis yelled out.
As in the past, Pedro always covered his tracks, so he inquired, "I have an idea. Since I'm free tonight, why don't I have my men fetch Mr. West and the both of us can meet at Bart's tavern for a drink, if you understand my meaning, Artemis?"
Unknown to Artemis, Pedro would be covering his tracks as well, having fun with two bound agents, instead of one, plus securing the monetary dividend!
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"Jim, why did you suck my cock?"
"Oh. Well, I don't always treat men I meet like that."
"And so, why?"
"Probably for the same reason that you like watching my ass."
"Huh? How did you know that? I mean...."
Too late Johnny tried covering up his tracks.
"I thought so. C'mon, let's sit in the tub and we can talk."
"Golly! I don't believe it. A tub that fits two men. And the water?"
"Don't worry. I think you will find it pleasingly warm."
Both lowered themselves into the swirling waters.
"Ooooh this feels so nice, Jim."
"Here, sit in front of me."
"Between your legs, Jim?"
Not giving Johnny much choice, Jim sat and then guided the lad's torso into place.
"Owww...oooh..."
"Oh, sorry Jim. I didn't mean to lean on your um, balls."
"Don't worry about it, Johnny. They're fine. Just fine."
Another man who found an interest in deliberately squashing a man's balls, Jim would tell him what pleasure it was, but to young, naïve Johnny, he didn't wish to scare the lad.
"What do I do now, Jim?"
"Lean your back on my chest."
"Really?"
"Unless you would rather..."
"No, I'll do it. Just that I never did it before. Never did anything with another man before, but I trust you, Jim."
Picking up the sweaty man-scent from Johnny, Jim breathed in deeply. Taking a bar of soap from a nearby dish, Jim began rubbing Johnny's chest.
"I can do that Jim."
"Why? I'm not doing a good job?"
"It's not that. I've never had a man do it before to me. Have you done it to a man?" Johnny asked, holding Jim's hand, dripping with lather.
"Sure I have."
"And did he like you soaping him up?"
"Why don't we let you see for yourself?"
"Sure. Go ahead. I trust you, Jim."
Despite the dirt, Jim glided the soap over Johnny's smooth chest. At least that's what he thought. As the dirt faded, Jim found out that a light coating of dark hair covered the eighteen year olds pecs. Looking down Johnny's shoulder, he slowly spotted the wet follicles of teen hair. It wasn't thick enough to cover up his nice perky nips.
"Ooooooh," Johnny sighed, when Jim ran the soap over his nips.
What Johnny didn't realize, is that Jim purposely nicked each nip with the corner of the soap.
"A hot bath feels nice when you're dirty, huh Johnny?"
"Very," Johnny replied.
In his own mind, it's Jim's hand and the soap sliding across his pecs that made the difference.
"Should I continue or..."
"No, you can keep going...I mean!"
Johnny suddenly uprighted his body, after sinking comfortable into Jim's chest. It caused Jim's hand to fall right into Johnny's crotch.
"Oooooh..."
"I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"Oh no."
Jim lifted his hand out of the water, handing the soap to Johnny.
"Here you go," James handed the soap to Johnny.
"Jim?" Johnny began to question, taking the soap.
"What?"
"Um, do you think we can switch places?"
"You mean me lying up against you?"
"I'd like it."
A few times Jim got the message, seeing Johnny glance to his chest.
"I have a better idea."
"What, Jim?"
"Why don't we get you scrubbed clean, we'll both dry off and I'll take you in the bed and teach you a few things."
"About two men together in bed, you mean?"
"If you want it, Johnny. I don't want to force you to do anything you don't want to do."
"Wow."
"Well?"
"Hell yeah!" Johnny got out, sinking back.
"I told you already Johnny. The cursing is fine."
"Not back at the orphanage it wasn't!"
"Why don't you tell me about that."
As Jim finished soaping up Johnny, letting him do his own pubes and ass, Johnny filled Jim in on his life.
"So, they didn't treat you so well, did they?"
"No. The ward, that's what they called the man who ran our section, was given free hand at discipline. Anytime any of us boys did something wrong, we were whipped."
"Is that how you got these little scars on your back?"
Johnny's head sunk to his chest.
"I thought you trusted me, Johnny?"
"I do Jim, but..."
"C'mon, I think we're both more than clean. Let's dry off."
"Alright," Johnny said, low keyed.
Rising up out of the tub, Johnny constantly eyed Jim's body up and down. He didn't know why, but Jim's ass turned him on and his cock twitched, just by looking at it. When Jim led them out of the jon and into the bedroom, Johnny found himself touching his cock, while looking at the hairy ass crevice.
Folding the bedcovers down, Jim fluffed up the pillows. Even though another man never stayed long enough, he had a bed for two, or more!
"Well?"
"Golly, Jim. I never been in a bed with another man."
"All you have to do is decide to do it, but on your own."
Johnny looked at Jim, the bottom half of his body covered up, the thick, dark, hairy pubic region cut off, expanding to his hairy stomach, then chest. He stood there a moment, smiling at the handsome face.
"Or," Jim suggested, "we can talk about this over some food."
Thinking to himself, Johnny realized it was now or never. He kneeled down on the bed. It was Johnny now picking up on Jim's interest in his body, as his eyes went from his own eyes, down to his cock and balls that hung freely for a few seconds, until he parked his ass. Jim lay out on his back, so Johnny followed, his head in a separate pillow. Jim lay there with his hands behind his head, so Johnny, after pulling the covers up to his own navel, put his hands between his head.
"So, this is what men do in bed?"
Jim giggled, then said, "Oh, I'm sure you know that more than this happens in bed, Johnny!"
Smiling, Johnny jumped to turning onto his side, one hand draped in front of his stomach, he rested his head on his hand, as his elbow dove into the pillow.
"Jim, I never been in bed with another man, but I saw two boys in bed together, at the orphanage and..."
"And?"
"They did some... `stuff'."
Feeling a longing and a wanting flowing from Johnny's emotion, he could more than be hinted at the expectations, in the long run. So Jim cut the corners. He moved his body over towards Johnny. Johnny backed off.
"Oh, I'm sorry Johnny. I suppose I shouldn't have gone and done that."
Falling back down onto his back, Jim replaced his hands behind his head.
"Jim?"
"Yes, Johnny?" He looked at the eighteen year old.
"Jim, I know you're a lot older than me, but..."
Jim waited.
"Jim, I want to do with you what those two guys were doing at the orphanage."
"And what was it they did together?"
"That's why I want to talk to you about it, first. I don't want to go and do something with you and you don't want to do it!"
"Hee hee... now that's a mouthful!"
Jim's statement had double meaning, one that as of yet, Johnny wasn't prepared to catch on about.
"So, why don't you tell me from the start?"
"Um, well first of all, sometimes when one of the boys had a problem, he would go and lay next to the other one. I don't mean like you and me now. Their bodies were... next to each other, touching."
"Johnny, would you like to lay next to me? Is that what you are getting at?"
Shaking his head up and down, Jim lifted the covers. Johnny scooted over next to Jim.
"One of the boys put his arm under the other boy's neck. Is that okay?"
Jim shook his head in the affirmative, lifting it.
"Did the other boy do this?"
As Johnny's right arm wove under Jim's neck, Jim's left arm went around Johnny's back. Jim turned on his left side. Their bodies matched. Johnny didn't pushaway, but let their chests, stomachs and pubes touch.
"Oooooooooh," Johnny sighed, at feeling Jim's hairy body next to his.
"Are you alright with this Johnny?"
"Very," Johnny replied. "This is how the boys were sometimes."
Automatically, their heads went to each other's shoulders and they embraced tightly.
"I can tell you are liking this, Johnny."
"I figured so, Jim, since you're older. You can tell things like that."
"Well, for future information, Johnny. When you're laying with a man, you can tell that he's enjoying it, when you begin to get poked in the crotch by his hard shaft!"
Jim laughed at the look on Johnny's face, as the teen backed away to look at his hard, seven and half inch pistol gunning for Jim's crotch.
"Hey, I'm sorry Jim!"
"Why? I'm not."
"You're not? Isn't it uncomfortable?"
"Well, let's just put it this way, Johnny. I'd rather be tasting it."
"That's what one of the other guys at the orphanage did!"
"Is that what you wanted to do to me, Johnny Suck me?"
A wide grin covered Jim's face, as Johnny's face turned crimson.
"Um, yeah. I can do that," Johnny said.
Jim could tell he lied.
"Why don't we do this first," Jim began conniving, "I'll suck you first?"
"No, I can't have you do that, Jim."
"Why not?"
"Because... you're older."
"That has nothing to do with it, Johnny. It's the way two men feel about each other. Tell you the truth, I've always been a bottom and that's just the way it is."
"I heard the boys at the orphanage say something like that. One of them always sucked the other guy. Some of the boys called Davy a bottom and the other guy always did the.... Well, I'm not' going to do that' to you, Jim."
They both knew what Johnny communicated.
"Why don't you lie back," Jim told Johnny, getting up from the bed, crawling on his knees, as his ass flipped the covers off both of them, "and I'll `bottom' for you?"
"But it's not right, Jim. I'm younger. I should be doing it for you!"
Jim wanted more than to suck Johnny's hard shaft. As the youth pivoted himself up on his elbows, elevated his chest, Jim wanted to lick the lightly haired pecs. It's now that his interest also pinpointed the thin, dark trail, painted down Johnny's stomach and the even darker treasure trail that shot out of his deep navel.
"What?" Johnny said, of Jim's silence.
"Johnny, I want to lick you so bad," Jim stated.
"You do, Jim?" Johnny replied, a sigh of astonishment on the teen's face.
"Yeah, I do. I want to lick your chest, from the top of your shoulders, down to here," Jim points to Johnny's erection. "And when I get here, I want to suck your cock and balls."
"Golly, Jim!"
Smiling a toothy grin, Jim, asked for a confirmation, "Well?"
"Sure, Jim. If you want to do all that. Wow!"
A short laugh escaped Jim's lips. Then he got all serious, as the smile faded. Johnny's eyes stayed on Jim's face, like in a trance. He watched till Jim's face turned towards his chest, looking at his mane fall over and cover his face. At the same time that Johnny felt a wet pair of lips touch the middle of his chest, Jim's hair tickled it.
"Oooooooh," Johnny sighed, with the kiss that stimulate him in the middle of his pecs.
Looking up, Jim replied, "Oh, and that's just the beginning!"
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Continued....
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