The Marshal Page 3

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Viking clumped along the wooden sidewalk and found the Jailhouse, opposite the hotel and saloon. He peered through the window and, seeing the Deputy was there, pushed open the door and entered.
Corky pulled his boots off the desk and jumped to his feet. His violet-blue eyes went wide with surprise before dropping involuntarily to the huge blond cowboy's groin. Viking stood, legs spread wide, and let the ginger dude look his fill before saying softly, "Seems you're still interested eh?"
Corky made no reply and just kept staring. "You deaf or somethin' mister?" Corky's eyes flicked up to meet Viking's, "Hell no sir its just....."
"Just what?"
"I ain't seen anything as big as that before."
"If'n its too much for you, I'll bid you good day 'n be on my way," Viking sneered thinking of the hairy hostler at the Livery."No wait sir, I didn't mean that."
"So what did you mean?"
Corky licked his lips, "I'd sure like to..to"
"Take it up the ass?" Viking finished for him. Corky could only nod.
Viking smiled, "If'n you're so keen, mister, might I suggest you tell me where we can go. Or do you want me to give it to you over that there fuckin' desk?"
Corky laughed nervously, "I can't git out of here till Abe gets back." He thought for a moment then added, "How about I meet you by the river in say, three hours?"
"That's fine with me, I'll git something to eat over at the saloon."
His voice hoarse with excitement, Corky told Viking how to find Red Rock and, as the big cowboy left, realized the next three hours would seem like an eternity.

Despite the shade of the trees, it was very warm by the river. Corky took off his thick cotton shirt, folded it neatly, and placed it beside a large tree trunk. He fished out the tin of grease from his ass-pocket and sat down. Putting it on top of his shirt, he leaned back against the tree and stretched out his legs. His cock was rock hard and his guts squirmed with excitement. He closed his eyes and listened to the murmur of the river. What the hell was the matter with him. He'd taken big cocks before. For a while he resisted the temptation to pull on his cock but the urge became almost unbearable and his hand dropped to his straining fly. He opened the first button and, as he paused to stroke his throbbing cock, through the denim, he heard the muffled sound of a horse's hooves. Sitting up, he saw Viking tethering his horse by his own at the water's edge. He watched Viking remove his black stetson, unbuckle his gunbelt, and tugging his shirt out of his levis, peel it off. Licking his lips, he caught a glimpse of the magnificently muscled torso and the huge smooth pecs with their large nipples, before Viking bent forward to undo his chaps. When he straightened up, Corky saw the full extent of Viking's bulge and he felt a twinge of fear. He gave a groan and climbed to his feet as Viking strutted towards him.

The two men stood barely a foot apart and Corky stared up at Viking's handsome fine-chiselled face and the thin lips shaded by the huge blond moustache. He reached up, intending to kiss the cruel mouth and received a stinging slap in the face. Stumbling back a pace, Corky felt tears well in his eyes. "I don't want that kind of sick shit, got on your knees," Viking barked "An' put y'r mouth to better use." Corky,his ears still ringing from the vicious slap, dropped to his knees and Viking moved forward until his groin was barely an inch from Corky's face. His mouth filled with saliva and he inhaled the strong smell of Viking's sweat and maleness. For a moment, he pressed his lips against the damp denim, then licked his way along the hard shaft to the huge glans. Here the smell of spunk and sweat was almost overpowering. "Undo me with y'r teeth," Viking hissed, but Corky could not pull himself away. Viking stepped back and gave Corky another slap. "Do it, you bastard. C'mon, do as y'r told." Corky wrapped his arms around the massive and began the slow but delicious task.

Corky undid two buttons and was struggling with the third when he was given another hard slap. "For Christ sake, you useless son-of-a-bitch," Viking snarled, ripping his spit-soaked fly open and sending the final button flying. And there was the hugest cock Corky had ever seen. Bigger and more beautiful by far, than any he could have imagined in his wildest dreams It must have been nearly a foot long, he guessed, as Viking eased out his egg-sized balls. It was big enough to kill him, he thought, but in his sex-fevered state he really didn't care. "Eat it," Viking snapped, and stretching his mouth wide, Corky took in the huge precum-slicked glans. Shunting his head gently back and forth, he gradually took more and more of the thick rock-hard shaft into his mouth. But the glans was pressing against the back of his throat before he'd barely taken half of the enormous cock. Viking gripped Corky's head and slowly began to face-fuck him, steadily working the mammoth cock down his gullet. A skilled cock-sucker, Corky was able to take inch after inch more of the thick shaft without gagging until his nose was buried in Viking's wiry blond pubic hair. "Christ mister, y'r the first son-of-a-bitch that's ever been able to take all of me," Viking snarled as he face-fucked Corky hard, feeling his balls slapping against the ginger dude's chin. Pressure began to build and Viking slowed, in the hope that he could delay the inevitable. It was a vain attempt and he pulled his cock back out of the constricting throat, flooding Corky's mouth with thick salty spunk, as he exploded.

When the last spasm had ebbed away, Viking released his grip on Corky's had and stepped back. He looked down at the muscular bare-chested man on his knees before him. Corky's cock tented the denim between his spread thighs and spunk oozed from the sides of his mouth and dripped from his chin  as he looked up at Viking  "Y'r some cock-sucker mister. Now where do I give you the fucking you've been asking for?" Corky, unable for the moment, to speak, his bruised throat still clogged with spunk, pointed to the old trapper's hut, where he and Jose had stowed a straw mattress and a few blankets. Viking glanced at it, knuckles on hips, his drooling cock jutting out of his levis."I guess that'll have to do," he said and turned his attention back to Corky. "Okay, strip, let's see if'n you have an ass worth fuckin'." Corky tugged off his boots and levis and was about to stand up when Viking said, Put y'r boots back on, I think a nakid man without boots looks fuckin' dumb." Corky complied and climbed to his feet. Viking studied the muscular body and the thick, cut seven-incher sticking out of its bush of ginger hair. "Turn around." After a moment Viking murmured, "Now that's reeal pretty.
No-little boy buns, but a big manly ass beggin' to be rode. Let's git down to that hut, mister."
"Yessir, but I'm sure as hell going to need that," Corky replied, pointing to the tin sitting on his folded shirt. Viking laughed as Corky retreieved his grease and followed him as he headed down to the shack.