Date: Fri, 10 May 2002 21:22:35 EDT
From: FlagStache@aol.com
Subject: Cowboy Tail Part 8

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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!

{This latest installment as well as other remaining parts, are dedicated to
rimpigfl@yahoo.com, he knows that time places no limitations upon love and
desire between men, be it yesterday, today or the future - whatever it
might bring! Thanks for your friendship Bobby!}


Cowboy Tail (Part VIII)


...Smokey continued to "work on" Sheriff Tipton's weakening defenses with
well trained and able hands.

In the meantime, Roger Mangum appeared to be oblivious to the lustful
endeavors of the two men as their adventurous sexual explorations were
being played out. His heart rending sobs continued and his nasal passages
filled with the clogging accumulations that copious weeping can bring. He
reached for the shirt, which, by now, was a crumpled and tear soaked
mess. Lifting it away from his limp crotch, Mangum held it against his
runny nose and blew sharply. The trumpeting noise filling the air and the
sickening sound reached Smokey's ears. Rolling his eyes with disbelief, he
turned his head around to give the shopkeeper a disparaging look, "That wuz
meh favoright shirt goddam it! Smokey thought as he continued to maul at
the lump in Tipton's trousers.

The resulting effect of a good 'blow', brought the blood rushing to his
brain and Mangum felt a bit less abandoned to the conditions of self
pity. Feeling a bit better, he swiped the cloth of the shirt against his
bushy black moustache, making sure that it was presentable. He glanced up
at Smokey momentarily before casting his eye's downward again and then when
the image of what he had just seen, registered itself upon his brain, his
glance shot hotly upward! Mangum's eyes had widened like two saucers and he
could scarcely believe what he was seeing! Wondering if he was dreaming,
Mangum watching his old war buddy Sheriff Samuel F. Tipton, lost in the
throes of ecstacy as the long thick bulge running down his left thigh was
being pulled, stroked and deliciously rubbed through the confinements of
his well tailored trousers. As his eyes contnued to lock onto the hot scene
played out before him, he observed how the stately thighs of his buddy Sam,
were straining and the muscles thereof, bulged and curved erotically,
revealing a great strength that Mangum found himself lusting after! All the
while, Tipton pumped his pistoning hips forward, rocking them 'to and fro,'
desperately humping the seeking hand of Smokey Joe and acquiring and
allowing himself to receive, a greater degree of pleasure from the
stranger's pawing claw! "Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh," Tipton deeply
groaned. Uuummm..., Mmmmmmmmmmm..., he continued with his lustful
outbursts!

Tipton felt the growing tingle of sexual arousal as his body took control
of his lesser senses! Suddenly he became aware of a rough tugging sensation
at his waist and the Sheriff looked quickly down to discover that his belt
was hanging loose and the fly of his trouser had been skillfully
unbuttoned, with the last few inches of Smokey's disappearing hand, gaining
entrance therein! "Ooooooh...," Tipton groaned as the gripping entrapments
of Smokey's warm callused hand met with the arcing stock of the man's
swollen penis, where it bent gently down and shyly burrowed itself away
from view.

Smokey grasped the sweat moistened flesh of Tipton's mighty sausage meat,
milking it's heated length and taking pleasure in the soft texture of the
delicate skin as it glided smoothly over the blood thickened veins mapping
it's length. "What a fahn piece 'o work! Smokey thought as he carefully
tugged the opening of Tipton's trousers wider in order to get a better look
and so he tugged and lifted and slowly withdrew the mighty weapon from it's
confines.

Once free, the Sheriff's penis bobbed and swayed about in the open air, the
swollen head still tightly hooded in a sheath of loosely overhanging
foreskin! The musky smell of crotch sweat hit Smokey's nostrils like the
finest perfume and he watched as clear eruptions of pre-cum slowly made
themselves evident. The fluid oozed from the pouting enclosure of flesh
that hooded the throbbing 'kidney-cracker' and the thick clear
accumulations domed the overhanging vestibule before dripping down and
dangling in mid-air like a thick drizzle of corn syrup. The ropy strand
clinging persistently to the ragged lips of the Sheriff's pouting foreskin,
finally broke free and spattered the floor. Thrusting his hips forward,
Tipton groaned out his aching needs, for what, he did not yet know, as
another bubble of 'goo' worked it's way out and followed the same
path. Smokey reached up to draw the foreskin back and found himself
admiring the pure symmetry, the lavender hue and the mouthwatering
dimensions of the deeply cleft bloated crown. He marveled at how the
rampant prod, pointed it's way heavenward, resembled an iron stanchion!
Another crystalline droplet of pre-cum spewed forth and Smokey, opening his
mouth as widely as it could possibly stretch, caught the clear strand as it
broke loose and land neatly upon his protruding tongue. The flavor and
taste filled his hungering mouth and gripping Tipton's nearly foot-long
throbber more tightly, aimed it carefully towards the center of his gapping
bearded maw and swallowed the pulsing gristle whole and right down to his
'adam's apple!'

Taking full advantage of the moment and with great haste, Smokey unbuttoned
the last vestiges of modesty available to Tipton. Before the Sheriff even
knew what was happening, Smokey had swiftly worked the man's trousers down
along the inward slopings of each narrow hip and exposing the taut curving
mounds of his firm fuzzy butt-cheeks. Tipton's only available move was to
lean back against the countertop display and allow Smokey to continue his
actions by pulling at his pant legs, first the right one and finally the
left, freeing them up from each respective boot. The Sheriff now stood,
naked from the waist down, allowing for the exception that his holster
remained clasped around his masculine bare hips and his large feet were
still securely planted in his well shined boots! Smokey tossed the trousers
aside and moved in once again, taking the Sheriff's pecker deep inside of
his warm sucking mouth. Tipton grabbed Smokey's ears and began a slow
screwing motion, driving his pecker nearly balls deep within the moist
depths of Smokey's massaging throat without a gag or a cough to be heard
from his husky bearded lips!

Mangum had crawled his way around the two men and settled himself down
behind his buddy Sam. He sat upon his haunches and watched as Tipton's hair
peppered buttocks flexed with each inward thrust against the stranger's
tonsils. He noticed how closely they came to making contact with his face,
as Tipton pulled out before driving his meaty prong forward again and
again! Mangum took in every dimple, hair, smell and curve and found himself
admiring the tight creases that presented themselves just at the point
where the back of the Sheriff's strong thighs and rounded butt-cheeks
met. This was a rare treat indeed and one that Mangum thought that he would
never bear witness to! He had lusted after Samuel for years and yet had
always kept his feelings in check, that is, until this eventful day came to
pass! Mangum could hold back no longer and he reached up to caress the
prior forbidden territories of Tipton's manly ass.  A sudden sharp intake
of breath from the Sheriff could be heard and this led Mangum to know that
his actions had definitely been felt! "Wups...," Tipton flinched and
turning his still be-hatted head around, he could seeing is friend Mangum
now kneeling behind him. He chuckled nervously but there was no immediate
cause for alarm, it wasn't every day that an unannounced hand had made
contact with his naked backside and it was the pure 'brazeness' of the
gesture that gave Tipton reason to pause but he allowed himself to relax
and enjoy whatever pleasures came next. Mangum waited for further signs of
disapproval from Sam but when none came, he continued with his lustful
ministrations. Gently pinching at the dimpling globes, Mangum pulled
Tipton's buns slowly apart just like he was splitting the segments of a
peeled orange! Tipton could feel the sudden rush of air as it entered
within the moist crevasse of his exposed nether regions!  The thought of
giving in to the explorations of another man, allowing him to see his tight
puckering anus, thrilled him completely! This was being nasty, this was
being real nasty and he found himself giving in to the forbidden games that
he was now being initiated into! He could feel the expelling breathes of
air, puffing against the hairs in his ass crack as Mangum's nose came
closer and closer, finally nestling itself against the twitching portal of
his rectum. Mangum was smelling his asshole!! "Oh lawd 'o mercy, wat
sublime depravity is this!" He thought as he spread his legs wider and
thrust his buttocks back against his buddy's olfactory explorations,
letting him sniff him out like a slobbering dog. The sudden sensation of a
warm tongue lapping out at his shithole brought deep bellows of approval
from Tipton's dry gapping lips as Mangum began feasting voraciously upon
his squirming anus! This was definitely a day of 'firsts' but for a moment
he found himself caught up in the reverie of lingering thoughts:

He was the Sheriff of this little town and the townsfolk relied upon him to
be their executor of the law and the preserver of order, he was the force
by which 'normalcy' was maintained. And was it not he whom all the single
women of the community swooned over and vied for his attentions? They all
took great pains to obtain his interest and in the most overt and obvious
manners! And yes, he'd also gained favor with the men of Hellbend. Sheriff
Tipton was the envy of every young man in town. His skill with a gun was
legendary and his successes at capturing and bringing to justice the
felonious individuals who terrorized the general locality and surrounding
regions, were just too numerous to mention! He also worked hard at
maintaining the respect and confidence of the older men of the township and
he basked in the adulation of all whom he was called upon to serve and
protect. Yet here he was, naked from the waist down, his ass being expertly
eaten by his buddy and his pecker filling the sucking the mouth of a
mysterious, bearded stranger! And it was, that the sin of pride filled his
brain as he realized that he must be pretty damn attractive for these two
men to be making such a fuss over him!

The Sheriff's thoughts melted away as quickly as they had come, as Smokey
brought his hands once more, under his shirt and vest, the talented fingers
racked through the thick hair sprouting there and began to flick and tug
upon his lust hardened nipples! He never had a woman play with his tits
before, let alone another MAN but the pleasurable sensations evoked were
too great to be denied and he grunted and groaned out his approvals. "Oooh
man..., milk mah goddam titties..., ah cun feel the heat of yuh tugs right
down inta muh 'ol nutty sack..., uhhh..., don't stop!" Tipton pleadingly
instructed the handsome kneeling man. The Sheriff hadn't thought of it
before but yes, this man who called himself "Smokey" was indeed handsome,
"a real catch for some young filly for sure", Tipton thought. And so it
was, for some unknown reason, that by placing the stranger in the realm of
such 'familiar' thoughts, made it easier for him to give in to those
remarkable oral talents. "Suck muh fat bone off, ya randy stud, take it all
down yuh goddam throat!" He demanded and with that said, he twisted around
slightly, placing his trusty Colt upon the solid wooden countertop behind
him. Once done, he focused his attentions again upon the bearded
stranger. Gripped the man's head tightly within the confines of his huge
hands, he ground his muscular hips forward, driving his manhood even
deeper, if that could be said, within the warm depths of Smokey's sucking
pie-hole!

Breaking himself free of the two attentive men, Tipton tore himself out of
his suit and vest and just as swiftly, disengaged himself from the
confinements of shirt and tie. He was now completely naked before the
heated glances of the kneeling pair and both Mangum and Smokey found
themselves staring up at a god, the massive build of his pectorals and
rippling abdominal musculature, were entirely smothered with a rich coating
of fur, contrasted only by the rubbery pink nipples that Smokey had 'toyed'
with before. The rich, sweat moistened tangles at his chest, tapered down
similarly to Smokey's own blessings of body hair and met with and
generously surrounded Tipton's throbbing prod, now shiny with the copious
layerings of Smokey's spit!

What a sight he was for the poor sore eyes of Smokey Joe, and the whole
situation brought back fond memories too! It was just last year, 1871 to be
exact, in Abilene, Kansas that Smokey had met up with his old friend,
Marshal James Butler. Smokey had learned, that Jimmy had recently taken on
the name of "Wild Bill Hickok" and was 'currently' touring the eastern
states with the "Wild West Show" headed by William F. Cody, better known as
"Buffalo Bill!" Smokey and Jimmy went 'way back' as friends and Smokey knew
Jimmy even in the days when he was a stage coach driver on the 'Santa Fe
Trail' many years previously. But it was that particular day in Abilene
that Smokey reminisced about most. Jimmy was one hot hombre, tall and
lanky, just the way Smokey liked em and with those icy blue eyes, that
thick droopy moustache growing out of his staunch upper lip and all of that
long dusky hair that hung down to his shoulders. The man had a fair way of
setting Smokey's crotch all afire and every time he laid eyes upon him! The
two men had secured a table at the local saloon and it was there that they
shared a bottle of good rye whiskey while they talked and laughed, sharing
the memories of days long past but as the evening drew neigh, it was soon
becoming apparent that Smokey having a stronger constitution than Jimmy,
was very nearly drinking the poor man under the table. "Wuz wrong theyah
pard, cat got yuh tongue?" Smokey inquired, trying not to notice that Jimmy
had fallen asleep in his chair and in mid sentence. Jimmy suddenly roused
himself up from his stupor, and smiled warmly at Smokey, "heh, heh..., I
think I've jes bout hit muh limit Joe, yuh alwaz wuz a bettah drinker than
meh" and with a quick wink directed at his dear old friend, he retrieved
his burning stogie from the cigar tray near the end of the table; taking a
long puff, he blew a long jetting trail of smoke out of the corner of his
lips. Smokey smiled back at him "Wanna cum up ta muh hotel room 'n sleep it
off Jimmy, ony one bed but I ain't one ta hog the sheets?" Smokey offered
with a sly grin. The Marshal considered the invitation with worldly
acknowledgment. Looking around with cautious observances, he took in the
crowd, watching to see what the general reaction was towards his current
state of inebriation and the company that he was keeping. Then leaning
forward and gazing deeply within Smokey's amber eyes he whispered, "I'm all
yers pard, lead the way!" So the two men tossed a couple of silver dollars
upon the table, Smokey sneakily tipped the piano player who nodded his head
with acknowledgment as they passed and both men slowly negotiated their
unsteady ways out of the saloon and towards the hotel across the street.

Once in the hotel room, Smokey leapt upon the rickety brass bed still fully
clothed. A big smile splitting the darkness of his bearded face, his buddy
Jimmy, following closely behind, did the same and both men laid side by
side for a time before Jimmy decided to take matters into his own
hands. Rolling over on top of his friend, Jimmy stretched his tall body
fully over Smokey's equally long frame and kneeing the old cowpoke's long
legs apart, he settled himself in between and lay belly to belly with his
loving friend. Tenderly stroking Smokey's thinning strands of hair, Jimmy
peered deeply within Smokey's auburn eyes and his moustache suddenly spread
itself out in a broad grin that melted Smokey's old cowboy heart. As
quickly as the moment had begun, Smokey and Jimmy found themselves kissing
each other passionately, their probing tongues wrestling together in heated
abandon and the small room filled with the unmistakable sounds of two men,
attempting to breathe while their lips remained firmly locked together,
smacking and slurping away! Smokey lifted his knees and wrapped his long,
bowed legs around Jimmy's narrow pumping hips. Jimmy could feel Smokey
reaching around behind him with arms strong enough to kill a bear, gripping
at and clutch upon his tight flexing buttocks, drawing him further down and
pressing his weight more fully upon the body of his friend. Reaching down
between the two of them, Smokey unclasped "Wild Bill's" belt and unbuttoned
the man's fly freeing the Marshal's thick twelve inch penis. The thick
veiny shaft sprang free and the plum-sized head flared as it dripped
copious amount of pre-cum upon Smokey's shirt. Unfastening his own
britches, Smokey worked them down below his hips and with his legs still
tightly wrapped around "Wild Bill's" waist was still able to present the
hairy split of his bare backside to the rampant cork waiting to plug his
steamy depths. "Wild Bill" positioned the head of his fat gristle against
mouth of the hungering, twitching hole that Smokey thrust upward at him and
he drove his throbbing dick well into Smokey moist anal orifice, feeling
Smokey's hands on his ass, urging him on, "Wild Bill" shattered the silence
of the hotel room with a husky, drawn out groan that escaped from his lust
slackened, thickly moustached lips. Deftly and skillfully Jimmy sent Smokey
to the moon, long-dicking his buddy like there was no tomorrow, the buckle
of his belt jingled out a joyful tune as his firm hairy ass flexed and
twisted, rose and fell against Smokey's upturned butt. Each deep thrust
that "Wild Bill" made within the gripping red hole of the seasoned cowpoke,
brought grunts and moans of ardent approval from the thickly furred lips of
the man he was plowing. Wild Bill's long tresses fell about Smokey's face
but through the strands of hair he could still see his friends droopy
moustache, those wonderful blue eyes burned deeply into his own amber pools
and looking down further, he saw that Jimmy's shirt was unbuttoned,
exposing a pair of nicely developed pecs and a flat fuzzy belly as well. Oh
he wanted this man's babies and he wanted them now! To an unannounced
observer, watching Smokey pulling his legs free of the nagging constraints
of his calf-highs and denims without missing a stroke form his pal Jimmy,
was quite a sight to behold and he did this all with masterful expertise!
Resting his now bare hairy calves upon "Wild Bill's" hunching shoulders,
Smokey locked his ankles behind his buddy's thick neck and reaching around
once again, gripped the man's squirming ass-cheeks, pulling him in deeper
as the purple knobbed poker, thick and richly veined , filled Smokey's
tender anus. "Wild Bill's" throbbing pecker, traversed with ease, being
slickened with Smokey's copious anal juices and the exposed cock shaft of
the Marshal, now streaked with Smokey's shit, looked more liked a giant
earthworm working it's way through the slime of the hungrily sucking lips
of Smokey's swollen rectal opening. Smokey's eyes rolled back inside of his
head as his anal needs were being fulfilled, his flexible butthole being
stretched beyond measure as both men strove to reach the final crest of
sexual release. With one final jab Jimmy threw his head back and groaned
deeply, filling Smokey's eagerly accepting butt with voluminous amounts of
his creamy pleasure piss, all the while, twisting and turning, plying and
straining, enthralled in vain attempts to impale the man's butt further
onto his mighty weapon! And Smokey in turn, feeling the burning eruptions
of sperm filling his guts, moaned out his joyous exaltations as he
bespattered his own hairy heaving belly with pooling beads of milky white
spunk! Meanwhile the bed springs squawked out a lusty din as hotel guests
within earshot of the sounds being provided, winked at their fellow
eavesdroppers, imagining the scene of some lucky cowpoke, having a romantic
interlude with one of the saloon girls..."

End Part VIII