Date: Mon, 1 Apr 2002 03:51:34 EST
From: FlagStache@aol.com
Subject: Cowboy Tail (Part 4)

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Warning: This story contains homo-erotic content! If this is objectionable
to you or the state laws in which you abide, read no further!


Cowboy Tail (Part IV)


As the widow Johnson hurriedly made her way to the Sherriff's office,
Mangum had taken the necessary precautions needed to prevent any untimely
interruptions (or so he thought). It had been a very long time since Mangum
had enjoyed sharing the 'pleasures of the flesh' with another man. Men like
Smokey just didn't come around all that often and he was going to enjoy
this moment and to the very fullest!

Having divested himself of every stitch of clothing, Mangum now stood naked
before Smokey who eyed the store owner's delicious body with 'heavy-lidded'
lust. Mangum ran his hands over himself, rubbing his broadly muscled, hair
flecked chest. His thumbs flicking at his protruding, "carmine" tinged
nipples. He slid his hands downward against his pale, hard, flat belly,
fingering the forest of hair that now tapered down the middle of his
abdomen and met generously with the dark brown tangles of his pubic
bush. He gripped his throbbing 'eight incher' in one hand while cupping his
loosely hanging, sparsely haired nut-sack with the other. He rolled the
large sensitive glands about and tugged firmly upon the sweat moistened
scrotal flesh. Knowing full well that Smokey was watching his every move,
he pulled his nut-sack up and spread his muscled thighs wider, allowing for
a greater view of his inviting crotch. After wetting the 'sausage sized'
middle finger of his right hand with saliva, Mangum probed further back at
himself, delving and digging at the fur filled crack of his meaty ass. In
the dim, 'window-lit' environs of the shop, Smokey could see it all as the
darkly hued, wrinkled lips of the man's gaping shit-hole, kissed and slowly
enveloped the store owner's probing finger. After working himself to a
trembling frenzy, Mangum brought the shit streaked 'digit' up to his
flaring nostrils and inhaled the sent of his own musk. "Gawd damn, ah smell
good, wanna take a whiff er two?" He offered as he wiggled his finger down
at Smokey. Smokey only grinned up at Mangum and replied "get down heya boy
and lets get down ter business!" By now Smokey had lain down on his back,
his bare balding head and shoulders braced up against the lower shelving
and the bagged goods stored there. His hairy knees were drawn up and spread
widely open, the crack of his hairy ass barely cloaking the winking pucker
of his asshole, he smiled up at Mangum as he stroked his mighty poker, now
at it's full ten inch length, Smokey wagged it at Mangum. It looked lethal
as it pierced the open air, thickly veined and throbbing with life! The
swollen, bloated head of which shone like a bruised pearl and dripped
copious amounts of pre-cum which pooled onto his lower belly and began to
spill down the sides of his narrow hips.

An evil grin spread itself out across Mangum's moustached face as he
slumped down to the floor and began to crawl towards the man laid out like
'supper' before him; eyeing Smokey's massive cock just as a cougar stalking
it's prey might do. Smokey opened his legs wider to accommodate the
attentions of the store owner who reached out to grasp Smokey's pulsating
pecker. The sour stench of Smokey's saddle weary ass struck at Mangum's
nostrils and filled him with uncontrolled lust. Gripping the 'thing'
tightly, Mangum could see the blue veins that covered it's length and the
clear viscous drop of semen as it oozed thickly from the opening of the
blood engorged head, coursing it's way down and coating the knuckles of his
work roughened hand. Mangum leaned forward and slowly licked it off.

"...And I jes don't think that it's right Sheriff, I have a family of nine
ta feed and this is the third time this month that Mr. Mangum has just up
and closed his store and for no Godly reason, I'll warrant you that..., oh
and there's one more thing you've jes gotta know..." The widow Johnson
ranted and fumed in her attempts to air her frustrations. All the while,
the Sheriff sat calmly and coolly at his desk, A thick growth of neatly
trimmed wavy black hair framed his head and a days worth of beard stubble
blanketing his chiseled face, nearly blocking out the coal black goatee
that he sported. He took a long pull of smoke from his cigar and began to
blow smoke rings as if deeply focused in thought and taking in every word
that the miserable old hag was spewing out, as she continued her vocal
assault upon his poor aching ears. Finally deciding to take control of the
situation and the widows anger and mad ravings, he spoke out in his deepest
baritone voice, "now Emma, jes calm yerself down, I'll drop by Mangum's
store in a bit and see what the problem is." "Well, see that you do
Sheriff, ah've jes about had enough of all this nonsense." Her chubby jowls
jiggling as she spoke. And with that said, she stormed out of the Sheriffs
office with her nose turned up in the air and smartly slammed the door shut
behind her, rattling the glass panes and almost shattering them.

Scratching at his balls and farting loudly, Sheriff Samuel Tipton slowly
raised himself up from his chair and stretched, revealing his full manly
stature: A stocky muscular frame only slightly wizened with years of
service to the law and he towered at a height of nearly six feet, four
inches tall. Tipton put on his holster then swaggered into the cell area of
the jailhouse to find that his Deputy was sleeping at his "post."

Deputy Caleb Jones was a man in his 'mid-twenties' and considered by some
to be quite young for one to be taking on such a position in life as
"Sheriff's Deputy" but his innocent blue eyes, red hair and tall lanky
frame along with his youthful good looks took a back seat where his skill
with a gun was concerned and there weren't many folks who could argue with
that. Indeed, Caleb had earned his right to be the Sheriff's right hand man
but for now he slept, his chair tilted back against the wall and his feet
propped up on his desk, Sheriff Tipton could see the mountainous lump in
Caleb's crotch and the dark wet stain there, it didn't take long for Tipton
to figure out that his Deputy was having a wet dream. "Caleb, wake up and
keep an eye on things while I'm gone!" Tipton bellowed.  Deputy Jones
jerked to attention and his chair came down with a loud "CLAP", he sat up
quickly, regaining his composure with little effort and reached out his
hand to take the key's which the Sheriff now offered to him. "Yyessir,
Sheriff." Caleb replied. "I'll watch the fort while yer gone." "I won't be
long Cal, I'm jes goin to go an check things out over at Mangum's ta see if
there's any trouble abrewin." "Ya think you might need mah help Sam?" Caleb
queried. "Well, keep within earshot, if ya hear anythin like gunshots, you
come arunnin and with both barrels blasting!" "Will do Sam!" Then Tipton
stepped out of the jailhouse, closed the front door behind him and started
making his way on foot towards Mangum's store as it was only a short
distance to the establishment.

End Part IV