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The older guy, you well know, is me--and always will be, podner-- and my hand is not just lyin' on your shoulder casually, but graspin' in a gesture of possession, need, and protection, just like it has been ever since both sets of our parents died on the wagon ride from the east and the party decided we'd have to continue the trek in each other's company, me in charge. The watch on my vest in the photo catches your eye. Your hand instinctively goes to that same watch in your pocket. With a look of relief and familiarity, you pull it out, wind it, and place it on the bedside table. Then you turn to me.
3.5 3064 words 14 mins deepthroat  massage  cowboy

"He went into town, he just left." When he stood I saw the size of him, and I felt a little scared. He walked over to me, and I stepped back. "Well, he ain't here right now is he?" he said. "Gives me just enough time to work on you." He grabbed my arm and threw me to the ground. My heart started racing, imagining what he was going to do to me, I had no idea. He looked down at me and started untieing the string he had on his pants to hold them up. He untied it and let his pants fall, and revealed his enormous black cock. I had never thought of being with a man before, but I was mesmerized by his beautiful dick. It dangled down almost to his knees. He walked towards me and his meat bounced back and forth on his legs. He grabbed me by the hair and forced his big black cock in my face.
3.7 1408 words 6 mins black men  big cock

It was late evening, we sat in front of the roaring fire. Harvest Rambone, U. S. Marshall, sitting in the big armchair, his belly full of my good cooking. I sat on the carpet by the hearth, gently laying my arms on his broad thighs, my head in his lap. The fire lapped us with bright orange gleams, and it was time for stories.
3.7 2991 words 13 mins

A little too much of London's grimy streets. " Prince Hal couldn't be punished for being bad, after all, he was the boy-king to be. But I could be punished in his place. I had this great job inside the palace; I was the whipping boy. If Hal forgo a royal prerogative and broke etiquette, like farting and giggling in front of the Spanish Ambassador, I'd be in for it.
3.7 2409 words 11 mins

It wasn't a dream. He's still here. That's his hand stroking my penis, trying to wake me up. I better pretend to be asleep. He's stroking from the base to the tip and I'm getting hard. I daren't look. He's blowing warm air up my spine, wants to fuck me again. I've forgotten his name. I've forgotten what he looks like. I think he has sandy blond hair, tied at the back like a pony's tail.
4.1 2944 words 13 mins

Fuckin unbelievable. What am I doin here? I should be home on the range giving head to a ramrod or trail-boss, or even a chuck-wagon cook, not stuck out here, in the middle of the street wilting under a high noon sun with some fucking barn-boy ready to blow my fuckin' brains out.
3.4 2696 words 12 mins

We liked having sex, in the vestibules of town houses, in the public baths, next to the statues of naked gladiators with their idealized body parts, better-looking than us, no pimples, but we were alive and could do what they could't, what they would never do.
3.6 1579 words 7 mins blowjob

Just two more places to go, and then he'd be done with his round. He slowed down. Listening intently, he continued at a crouching walk. "Pssst! Sean! Sean O'Farrell!" In a flash, he was over by the person who had hailed him. "It is tonight, then?" asked the young girl. "Aye!", said Sean. "Captain's orders: All must be ready at the rising of the moon. " "Ah. The old place by the river?" "The same.
3.5 1247 words 6 mins

You'd think, after all these years of being a part of the most notorious thieving group - we're named the Saxons - in the Valley of Brittlewood, that I'd know better. Stealing from the mayor, shoot, I should've known I'd regret it, especially since I was doing it without Garret's knowledge, much less permission. Garret's the leader of our little thieving group.
3.2 2941 words 13 mins

There was a big tub in one of the chambers that I would use; the process of first boiling and then cooling the water for me always took most of the day. I took baths for fun. I loved collecting the bubbles in my hands and letting them run down my body. I loved the curtain of steam that would form over me, partially covering my skinny white figure in the midst of that large, ugly room.
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