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Sharpshooter Evans was the fastest draw in all of Silver Creek and one of the fastest in the State of Eastmont.
Evans was tall and chiselled, with broad shoulders and a strong jawline framed by a well kept beard. He had striking green eyes, dark brown hair, that was styled in a rugged manner, often hidden under his brown leather cowboy hat. Evans usually opted for a simple white shirt, a dark red shotgun coat, black denim jeans and well-kept, yet worn black cowboy boots.
His physical activity defined his appearance; a constant suntan never left his face, a result of countless days on horseback and a bandana wrapped around his neck was always ready in case he needed to hide his identity. He had a sense of ruggedness about him, his scent natural, earthy, and intoxicating.
Evans exuded an aura of confidence, with a wry smile and a charming personality, making him an irresistible point of conversation and attraction to those around him.
The doors of the saloon swung open with a creak as Evans stepped into the bustling Wild West saloon. The room is packed with a rowdy crowd of cowboys and bar girls, laughing and drinking as the piano player bangs out a lively tune. The air is thick with the smell of cigar smoke and alcohol, and the sound of clinking glasses and raucous cheers fill Evans’ ears.
The walls of the saloon are lined with all manner of Western paraphernalia - the heads of wild animals, old-timey posters advertising shows and events, and even a few guns mounted on display. The bar itself stretches the length of the room, polished wood gleaming under the bright lantern light. A burly bartender wipes down glasses with a rag, chatting amiably with customers as they belly up to the bar.
His gaze meets Evans’.
“Evans’ you son-bitch!” The bartender shouts. “Whiskey on the rocks?” The bartender asks.
“Of course,” he says through a smile, “is Tom upstairs?” Evans’ asks.
The bartender passes him his drink. “He sure is, room 3, please try not to break anything, you still owe me for that dresser!”
“Thanks Bill!”
Evans made his way past a group of men sat around a poker table, their faces intense as they bet their hard-earned money. Then he passes, a couple dances to the lively music, spinning and twirling as onlookers cheer them on. Evans made his way to the stairs at the back and began up them.
Tom was Evans’ favourite whore. Male whores in these times were few and far between, but Evans had taken a liking to Tom after their first meeting. Tom wasn’t empty like so many others, Tom had a passion for life.
Tom was a tall, lean, teenage male ranch hand who used his second job as a way to save up to buy his own ranch. He grew up in Dusty Gulch, a small town near his Uncle’s ranch and a small 20 minute walk from Silver Creek. Tom usually wears his shirt tucked into his dusty blue jeans with a simple pair of brown boots. Tom had calloused hands from all the hard work on the ranch, yet his hair was always neat for his second job.
Despite his naive exterior, Tom has a strong heart and a great sense of humor. He's always telling jokes and making his fellow ranch hands and whores laugh.
Tom dreams of one day owning his own ranch and becoming a successful cowboy. He knows it won't be easy, but he's determined to make it happen. Until then, he's happy working hard as a whore and enjoying the simple life on the ranch.
The door to room 3 opened and on the bed sat Tom. “Ah hi Evans! I’ve missed you!”
“Hi Tom, I’ve missed you too!” Evans replied, before embracing the smaller boy. “I have a present for you, close your eyes.” Tom obliged and Chris put a small crystal pocket watch in Tom’s hand.
Tom opened his eyes, “you know my rules! No stolen jewellery.”
Evans looked him up and down, “oooh you’re hot when you’re angry. Calm down short stuff, someone gave it to me as a gift for saving their life.”
Tom looked at the gift in his hand, gobsmacked at the significance. “Then you should keep it!”
“I don’t need it, sell it and put it towards the… ‘Pronghorn Ranch’,” Evans replied.
“I don’t know what to say, I don’t know if I can ever repay you for this, I mean I know last time we broke that dresser, but I think I’d have to die to repay you for this,” Tom replied.
Evans laughed and pulled out an envelope, “no this is for you, $10 as always.”
“You ain’t payin’ me!” Tom exclaimed, the pocket watch was way more than enough.
Evans smiled gently, put the envelope and the pocket watch on the bedside table and held Tom’s hands in his. “I will always pay you for your service in cash, the pocket watch was a gift to me to do as I please and I choose to give it to the man who changed my life and kept me excited. You’re the reason I stay round here when half the population want me dead.”
Tom looked into Evans’ eyes, “‘Pronghorn Ranch’?”
Evans laughed, “I thought it would be a cool name!”
“It would,” Tom giggled before squeezing the taller man’s hands and gazing into his eyes, “thank you.”
Their eyes lock, each staring at a man who could have been a random encounter, but who instead represented hope for a better life. The men lean into each other as their lips softly brushed together. They could feel their heartbeats intensifying, and the anticipation of a new type of passion bursting to life made them feel alive, not one that stemmed from their now throbbing cocks, but instead a type of passion that made them want to be the best for each other.
As the tender kiss deepened and the feeling of electricity filled them, they feel as though they've finally come home. It's a sweet, gentle kiss that carried the weight of everything that is happening, and contains the promise of so much more to come. They pull back for just a moment, their eyes still locked together, before closing the distance once again. It feels like a dance, each gesture and motion full of grace and intention, as though they were performing an act of love that had been tucked away for them to find. It's a first kiss like no other, filled with wonder and awe, excitement, and the promise of a future together at ‘Pronghorn Ranch’.
“Let’s do it in the bed this time, I want it to be special,” Evans said to Tom, who simply smiled back, his cheeks filling with blood.
Tom and Evans took off their boots and jeans, leaving their shirts, wool socks and garters on.
Tom first got under the bedsheets, lying on his side facing away from Evans. Evans closely followed, pressing his front against Tom’s back. “You ready?” The older man asked.
“Give it to me,” Tom replied.
Evans smiled and put one of his own fingers in his mouth and sucked it. “Open wide,” Evans said, eliciting a long breath from Tom as he relaxed. Evans slowly pushed his finger into Tom’s hole, earning soft moans from Tom, each one of which made Evans’ cock twitch.
After a minute or so of fingering, Evans entered another digit into Tom’s hole, once again moans came from Tom’s mouth. After only a few thrusts of his fingers Evans pulled them out, “I need you now,” he grunted in Tom’s ear.
Evans spat onto his hand and rubbed it on his cock. Tom relaxed as Evans entered him, the warmth of his cock filling Tom’s hole. Evans began thrusting into him, Tom moaned loudly and gave a show for Evans, glancing over his shoulder and biting his lip as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.
Evans thrusted harder, his passion for the younger man taking over his body, there was only one goal on his mind, to fill Tom with his love.
“Oh yeah, fuck me harder Evans, you can do better than that,” Tom said, Evans picked up the pace, thrusting so deep that a small bulge on Tom’s stomach became visible in the midst of every thrust.
Evans lifted Tom’s leg over his shoulder and lay on top of the smaller boy. They began kissing as Evans thrusted into him. Every thrust earned a winded breath into their kiss.
“Oh Lord!” Evans shouted as he finished inside Tom, who simply smiled, looking at what a mess he could turn Evans into.
Tom and Evans stayed in that position for a few minutes while they caught their breath back, Evans cock still inside Tom.
“You wanna see what you’ve done to me Mr. Evans?” Tom asked, a devilish grin on his face.
Evans nodded and got up, Tom got on his hands and knees and squeezed. Evans’ load oozed out of him, “Lord have mercy,” Evans whispered to himself.
The two men got dressed and headed down to the saloon, another whiskey and 2 steak dinners later and they went back upstairs and Evans fell asleep in Tom’s arms.