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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 III)
Smokey Joe was reaching for a tin of baking powder, when he became aware of the presence of the proprietor of the store. Roger Mangum had worked his way over, squatted down and began engaging in the job of restocking the lower shelves right next to Smokey. Smokey could see out of the corner of his eye that the man "squatting" next to him was indeed quite a fine specimen of manhood, a real "slab of prime beef on the hoof," a term he often used to describe any man who evoked his fleshy interests and made his crotch swell. In truth, his pecker had a mind of it's own as it began to thicken, filling up with his life's blood, causing his pecker to burrow further down the length of his right pant leg. The erotic tingle of Smokey's developing erection was accompanied by the sensation of release as his piss slit opened and Smokey tugged at the cloth of his right pant leg in an attempt to prevent the material, now wet with his pre-cum, from gluing to the flesh of his inner thigh. Mission accomplished, Smokey affected his manliest spread legged stance then gruffily cleared his throat and continued making his selections for purchase.
"S'cuse me suh," Mangum said in a low deep voice, as he began to stock a few quantities of chewing tobacco onto the shelf just in front of Smokey's swelling crotch. As Mangum placed each small package onto the shelf, he would withdraw his hand in order to obtain another one from the crate. As he did so Mangum would "accidentally" and, ever so slightly, brush the back of his hand against Smokey's massive "rib tickler." The searing warmth of Smokey's rubbery pecker passed through the denim cloth encasing it. This heat was transferred onto the flesh of Mangum's hand. Spreading itself upward along the length of his arm, it speedily coursed a path throughout his entire body and finally settled into the depths of his boiling crotch. Dizzy with lust, Mangum thrilled at the boldness of his actions, his heart drumming wildly about within the walls of his heaving chest and his hands began to noticeably tremble.
After about the fifth "brushing," Smokey was pretty sure that something special was brewing between himself and the store owner. Clearly an invitation to the 'dance' had been given just about as far as he could feel it and it felt real good that was for damn sure! The uncanny perceptions of Smokey Joe, had not missed the extremely handsome nature of the proprietor of the store nor the 'wolf in heat' eyeing that the man had given to him when he first walked into the establishment.
"MMMMmmmm." Smokey growled out deeply. "That felt mighty nice mister," he said as he continued with his appraisal of Mangum's earlier actions. He looked down upon him with a toothy grin. "Why..., I hardly know what you mean suh?" Mangum recanted convincingly, smiling quizzically at Smokey all the while. Smokey gazed down at Mangum lustfully, his hooded hazel eyes filled with an amber flame. "I know you been eyeing me ever since I walked in here mister, an jes now you've been rubbing the back of yer furry paw against mah senstive talleywhacker, made it good 'n hard..., 'n sticky too! Ooh yeh, I know what yer diggin fer stud an yer damn well goin ta get it too..., iffin that's alright, whadduhya think pard?" Smokey said softly but loud enough to be heard by Mangum as he rubbed and groped at his meaty pecker and beefy balls which were still trapped within the confines of his form fitting denim britches. He did this openly and without reserve in front of the kneeling store owner. Mangum's grin disappeared and was replaced by a drooling, gaping, open-mouthed look of wonder and lust as he watched Smokey unashamedly handling his ample equipment through the tight cloth, the girth and length of the monster within could easily be seen travelling downward along the length of his manly curving thigh. Mangum was speechless and only able to utter a deep groan, with that, Smokey knew the answer and he knelt down in front of the shaking and seemingly paralyzed store owner. Gently grasping Mangum's large hairy hand within his own, Smokey guided it in between his parted tighs. Mangum needed no further help as his hand shot out like a rattlesnake striking and clamped itself onto the mighty rod tenting Smokey's britches. Mangum looked into Smokey's piercing eyes as he began to pinch and rubbed at the object of his desire. Smokey grinned and nodded his assurances, assuaging any doubts Mangum might have had as he freely explored the bearded stranger's masculine endowments, feeling of the pulsing flesh beneath the denim cloth. Smokey reached down and pressed Mangum's hand harder against his "privates," urging him to take greater liberties. Mangum traced the shaped and immensity of Smokey's pecker and suddenly leapt up and ran to the entrance. Rummaging within the pouch of his work apron he pulled out a key and locked the door, then he carefully placed the "Closed" sign where it was easily viewed from inside the storefront window and untied then unfurled the canvass blind. Turning about on the heels of his boots, he returned to find Smokey, a grin on his bearded face, still on his knees but now completely devoid of his clothes! With his hands placed lightly upon his narrow hips, Smokey proudly presented himself, the V-form of his beautiful muscular body, with thick hair which flared out across his well developed chest, surrounding his hard pink nipples then tapering down the length of his taut and rippled belly, beckoned to Mangum. Smokey's muscled, curving thighs were widely spread apart as he thrust his hips forward, his long pecker sticking straight out, bouncing and dripping on the wooden floor, his nut-sack hanging loose and abundantly filled with egg-sized bollocks swinging joyously free. He winked nastily at Mangum who now tore at his own clothing, eager to get as naked as Smokey was.
Wearing her "flowered" straw hat (very much out of proportion to the largeness of her head) the widow Johnson made her way towards the entrance of "Mangum's Mercantile and General Store." Primly dressed with her hat pinned in place and with a pearl hatpin, her thick mass of red hair was styled in a severe tight bun that pulled on the corners of her plain, round and puffy face, making her beady, red rimmed, green eyes seem nearly almond shaped and oriental in appearance. The thin pale lips of her mouth were always held tightly pursed as if she held a permanent grievance against the world.
Emma Johnson was the town "gossip" as well as the reigning moral "judge and jury" of the township, always blowing the whistle on anything that she saw as wrong-doing or just plain "raising hell" over something or someone! With her grocery list in hand and a shopping basket held in the crook of her chubby arm, the widow Johnson waddled her way to the local store for her weekly needs. The widow had barely laid her hand to rest upon the door handle when to her shock and surprise, Mr. Mangum suddenly closed the store! True it was Friday but it was only half past Noon! Something was afoot and she was going to find out what! With a huff and angrily blowing out her corpulent red cheeks, she swiftly spun around and started for the Sheriffs office!
End Part III