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Tuesday 7 January 2014

The Marshal Page 4

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Corky began to get scared as he knelt on the mattress, head down and butt up, and felt Viking smearing the grease into his hairy crack. He winced as a thick finger was roughly shoved into him, then groaned as it was joined by another "Come on you bastard, open up, I could'nt even git a chipmunk's prick up there. Corky fought down his fear and relaxed his sphincter as he knew he must.
"That's better mister," Viking whispered, working two more fingers in. There was a wet slurping noise as, with rough circular movements, Corky was worked open. Suddenly the fingers were with-
drawn and a moment later Corky bucked violently as Viking gave his ass a resounding double slap.
"No mister, stay right there," Viking snarled, gripping the back of Corky's head and pushing his face into the mattress. With his free hand, Viking positioned his glans over Corky's puckerhole and shoved hard. Even opened and well greassed as he was, the pain was excrutiating and Corky howled as the huge glans slid into him. Viking continued to push and it quickly faded to an acceptable level. "Oh My God, more sir," Corky sobbed as he felt inch after inch of the massive cock boring up into his guts. But Viking didn't push all the way in, instead he shunted back ad began to fuck Corky, each thrust longer and harder. Soon he was slamming in his cock to the hilt and Corky was in an ecstasy of exquisite pain. He slid forward onto his belly, totally subjugated.

The fuck was long and relentless and both men were grunting like animals and running in sweat when Viking at last felt his exposion nearing. He increased his pace slamming into Corky in a frenzy. His eruption was heralded by a mighty thrust and he threw back his head and yelled as he fired a seemingly endless load into Corky guts. Slowly the spasms subsided and Viking pulled out abruptly. He rolled onto his back beside his supine victim and the last of his spunk pulsed from his still rock- hard cock. After some minutes, Corky pushed himself up from the mattress and groaned. "My God, that was some fuck," he whispered and turned his head to look at the big man sprawled beside him. He looked at the glistening cock that had just fucked him nearly senseless and saw the last beads of thick white spunk oozing down the rigid shaft. SuddenlyViking sat up and said, hia voice deep and husky, "It ain't over yet, mister."
"Oh no, I'm as sore as hell. My ass can't take another pounding like that for a while."
"Didn't you hear me boy, I said I ain't finished yet?"
"Oh come on mister, I...."
"Shuddup, an flip over onto your back." The voice was soft and menacing, and Corky felt a tingle of fear as he stared into the cold blue eyes. "Oh hell, okay, but for Christ sake go easy, huh," Corky replied, as he rolled over onto his back.
"I'm gonna plug that sweet ass of yours a couple more times afore I'm through and I'll do it any way I like." Corky made no reply but Viking saw his cock hardening again.

Viking lifted Corky's legs up onto his shoulders and slammed into him again. Corky gasped, there was no way that he was ever going to be able to take this guy without pain. But if quickly faded and the glorious sensation of being filled with surging cock engulfed him again. The angle of penetration changed and Corky's prostate began to take a real beating. With a scream he exploded, firing a load of spunk onto his chest and into his face. And the remorseless pounding continued.

                                                         Chapter 4

Out at the Rugero ranch, Jose watched Bradburn climb into his saddle and ride away. He lifted his arms onto the top bar of the corral fence and rested his chin on them as the receding figure reached a low ridge and dropped from sight. Jose licked his lips and could still faintly taste the Marshal's delicious spunk on his tongue. There was a soft footfall behind him and his older brother Sanchez said, "You obviously took my advice then?"
"Yes and thanks," Jose replied, recalling the conversation that they'd had here on the same spot the night before.
"You should do something about it," his brother had said.
"About what?"
"Oh come on Jose, we've all noticed how you look at the gringo."
"Oh God, even Mama?"
"Yes and at first she was upset. But I made her see that she had enough sons to give her all the grandchildren she could ever want. Its all right Jose, she still loves you."
"But I  have tried Sanchez, but he pushed me away. He's not interested."
"Jose you dumbwit," Sanchez had chuckled, why do you think he keeps coming out to the ranch."
"He's  become Papa's friend."
"Suree and we've all become fond of him."
"But he's not...."
"Listen Jose, he's a strong man, a loner, not used to showing or sharing his emotions with anybody.
Try again." Then his brother had smiled and added softly. "I think I'd like a gringo brother like him." And so this morning, in the barn Jose had tried another approach. He'd just stripped off his shirt to begin cleaning out the stalls when Bradburn strode in. Without a word, he too peeled off his shirt and grabbed a fork. Jose had felt the familiar tightening in his belly that he always had when this man was around. They'd worked for an hour or more and both were sweating freely before taking a rest. Bradburn had stood, his huge hands gripping the top of the long-handled fork. "Jesus, its hot work," he whispered, his blue eyes fixed on Jose's face. He hadn't replied but had taken the fork from him and tossed it against the barn wall. Bradburn had dropped his massive arms to his sides as Jose gripped him around the waist and pulled him towards him.  He'd looked up into Bradburn's face and seen the sensual lips slightly parted in surprise. The muscular body in his arms had been rigid and as he dropped his eyes to the thick hairy pecs before his face, he'd realized that the big man had stopped breathing. Jose had licked up a large bead of perspiration then buried his nose in the sweat-slicked hair between the two hard mounds of muscle. The scent of fresh male sweat had made his blood quicken, as he'd licked his way across to Bradburn's right nipple and sucked it into his mouth. He'd nipped it gently and he'd heard the Marshal groan and draw in a lungfuls of air before he began to breath deeply.

Emboldened. Jose had then nuzzled his way down Bradburn's hairy muscle-ridged belly and undone the heavy belt buckle. He'd dropped to his knees and resisted the temptation to fondle the huge cock bulge. Instead with trembling fingers he'd undone Bradburn's fly and yanked the denim down over the massive hairy thighs. The cock was a good thick ten inches and as Jose had stared it had began top harden, the foreskin slipping back to fully expose the exceptionally large and beautiful gleaming
glans. A large bead of precum dropped on a long glassy thread and Jose gathered it up in his mouth.
Then he'd closed his lips over the tip of the glans and began to very slowly massage it, gradually taking more amd more into his mouth. Bradburn's fingers had gripped his head and forced him further and further down his straining cock. Jose's mouth had been washed with a glorious salty taste and when his nose was finally buried in Bradburn's thick public bush, the overpowering smell of raw male virility had made his senses reel. Then Bradburn had began to face-fuck him, his thrusts becoming harder and rougher as lust strummed through him. Jose had clung to the Marshal's thighs totally overwhelmed by the ferocity. Bradburn had not had it for some time and certainly never like this and when he'd come it was an enormous gut-wrenching explosion.

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