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This was prompted by this question, posed on a list: "OK, who's going to provide me with some manly, comforting, sex?? I need it. Kim." This was my reply.
"Come on, Vin. Just do me," Chris begged, watching as the young sharpshooter's mouth hovered just inches over his erection.


"You gotta say purty please," Vin teased, blowing softly across the swollen head.

"Pretty fuckin' please!" the man in black got out through gritted teeth, his frustration at being teased so easily evident.

"That'll do," the sharpshooter replied and descended, taking his lover's entire length into his mouth and throat.

"Oh, yeah!" Chris sighed, pushing himself even further into Vin's warm, wet mouth, running his fingers through the long brown hair.

In and out of that luscious mouth he thrust, Vin's tongue swirling endless circles around his cock. He was just about to burst when he felt the sudden coolness. He opened his eyes and looked down, ready to cry at the loss of sensation. Vin just grinned at him.

"Will you stop teasing me already?" the older man growled.

"I decided that I want some, too," Vin responded as he stood and unfastened his pants. "That okay with you, Cowboy?" he asked, blue eyes still teasing.

"Oh, yeah. That's plenty okay with me," Chris replied, taking charge, now.

He spun the younger man around so fast that Vin nearly lost his balance.

Before he knew it his pants were down to his ankles and he was being pushed over the edge of the bed.

"Maybe now it's my turn to tease," the blond whispered, rubbing a finger lightly over Vin's opening, pushing but not penetrating.

"Or not!" Vin gasped as he felt the full length of his lover fill him in one long powerful thrust.

The two pushed and pulled at each other's bodies, grunts and groans of pleasure and pain filling the room until, after desperate cries of "deeper, harder and faster," they both screamed their releases.

They collapsed to the bed, chests heaving and bodies sweating.

When their eyes finally met, Chris asked, "So how about those Cowboys?"

THE END