The Outlaw Gets It Hard From the Sheriff (MxM) (Sample)
The Outlaw Gets Is Hard From the Sheriff (MxM) - Wild West meets Erotica
The Outlaw sauntered up towards the Sheriff’s station, where the Sheriff sat playing the harmonica. His eyes were focused, his arms levelled, his muscles stretching his shirt every time he flexed.
It made the Outlaw want to rip it right off him.
The Sheriff stopped as soon as he saw the Outlaw. This one’s vest hung open, revealing his muscled chest, glistening with sweat from the burning heat of the sun, and the smouldering heat that pulsed from his groin.
Silence fell between them, the only sound, the wind and the light rattle of the tumbleweeds.
‘Howdy,’ the Outlaw said, walking up the steps and onto the deck.
The Sheriff narrowed his eyes, rising. ‘Outlaw,’ he growled. ‘I thought I told you the next time I’d see you in this town you were gonna get it. You got a death wish?’
Undeterred, the Outlaw flashed the Sheriff a grin. ‘No, but I can’t stop thinking about you.’
He remembered how the Sheriff’s eyes had darted to his lips, how his chest heaved and pulsed with rapid breaths and heartbeats, how his bulge in his pants had enlarged. Not to mention the huskiness in his voice and the slight hesitation that had told the Outlaw how much he wanted him, mirroring the Outlaw’s own desires.
He took another step forward. ‘And I saw and heard the way you told me.’
The Sheriff grabbed the Outlaw by the collar and pinned him against the wall, growling into his ear. ‘Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t shoot you on sight.’
‘I’ve got two,’ the Outlaw purred. ‘One’s between my legs, and the other’s between yours. And I reckon you want my mouth on yours.’
‘You seem to think you know a lot for a dead man walkin’, Outlaw.’
The Outlaw chuckled. ‘Tell me I’m wrong, then, Sheriff.’ He leaned his head forward, grazing his lips against the Sheriff’s.
In one swift motion, the Sheriff had opened the door to his station and shoved the Outlaw inside. Kicking the door shut, he slammed the Outlaw against the wall, claiming his lips with a groan that was as much need as it was frustration.
The Outlaw chuckled into the kiss. He moaned when the Sheriff pressed his groin against his and began grinding.
Hands travelling down each other’s bodies, exploring, the Outlaw lifted the Sheriff’s shirt, gliding his fingers on his skin.
The Sheriff groaned again, this time with full want and need.
Devouring each other, the two undressed, frantically tugging their clothes off, and then they stood naked, all before the Sheriff had time to lock the door properly.
Their hard lengths rubbed against each other and seeped onto the other the ooze that told both how much they desired each other.
The Outlaw lowered himself into a crouch and wrapped his lips around the Sheriff’s cock. The Sheriff leaned a hand on the wall as the Outlaw sucked, moving slowly at first. He slid the Sheriff’s cock deeper inside his throat, and tantalisingly pulled it out halfway, tongue flicking on his shaft as he did.
The Sheriff tilted his head back, stifling a cry of his pleasure.
Footsteps outside stilled their movements as the two men listened. ‘Sheriff, are you in?’ A knock came at the door.
Their heartbeats were loud in their chests, their breaths ragged and rapid, both lengths seeping, one of which was still being swallowed by the other’s mouth.
Grinning while still holding the Sheriff’s cock between his lips, the Outlaw ever so slowly continued to slide his mouth up and down the Sheriff’s oozing length.
The Sheriff braced himself against the wall with both hands, pressing his lips together tightly, brows furrowed as he struggled against the onslaught of pleasure, but a moan still escaped him.
The voice and footsteps outside receded.
The Sheriff glared down at the chuckling Outlaw. ‘You’re going to pay for that,’ he threatened.
He leaned back abruptly to slide himself out of the Outlaw’s mouth and pulled him to his feet. He turned the cowboy around, pressing himself against his ass and grabbing a solid hold of the Outlaw’s cock.
The Outlaw cried out roughly. ‘Sheriff, yes, take me.’
‘Oh, you want it, do you?’ The Sheriff rubbed his slick and wet cock against the Outlaw’s opening. ‘You are so gonna get it, Outlaw.’
The Outlaw let out a moan, whimpering his need as his cock seeped precum.
Lubricated with saliva and precum, the Sheriff swiftly slid inside the Outlaw’s anus, and the Outlaw shouted out in delight. Thrusting and bucking, the Sheriff used his hand to pump the Outlaw who was already dripping onto the wall.
The footsteps returned. ‘Sheriff?’
The Sheriff clamped a hand over the moaning Outlaw, and whispered harshly in his ear. ‘Not a sound, else I will shoot you.’
The Outlaw moaned quietly into the Sheriff’s hand, sliding his body down just enough to make the Sheriff realign himself as he remained deep inside him. The tantalising movement garnered a stifled half-groan from the Sheriff, who snarled in arousal.
The Outlaw’s eyes were pleading, silently crying out to please continue.
The person outside stayed a while longer before she left again.
The Sheriff removed his hand from the Outlaw’s mouth, who gasped a shout, bucking his hips back and prompting the Sheriff to resume.
‘Shoot me with your load, Sheriff!’ he taunted.
‘Yeah, you want that?’ the Sheriff growled. He raised his voice, bucking and pumping harder. ‘You want that?’
‘Yes, yes!’ cried the Outlaw.
The Sheriff thrust so hard, the Outlaw screamed, spraying onto the wall. Mere seconds later, the Sheriff screamed equally as loud, filling the Outlaw up with his eruption.
They squirmed and writhed together, the Sheriff’s chest pressing against the Outlaw’s back, the Sheriff’s hand still tight around the other man’s cock, and they whimpered anew as they rode their orgasmic waves together, spurting the last of their loads.
The Sheriff slowly pulled out and pressed his sticky-with-sweat chest against the Outlaw’s back once more. ‘I told you if you ever came back, Outlaw, you would get it.’
The Outlaw grinned, craning his neck to look back at the Sheriff before turning around. He wrapped his arms around the Sheriff, nibbling the man’s lip.
‘Then I will have to keep coming back to keep getting it.’
The Sheriff leaned in and growled the threat in the Outlaw’s ear. ‘You make sure that you do, Outlaw.’
Smiling for the first time since the Outlaw’s return, the Sheriff pulled him into an embrace, kissing him fiercely, with abandon, hands touching every part of him, as the two proceeded to another round of stimulating and unloading their erectile projectile.
