Devil's Paw

Chapter 3

The first round was rough, like I wanted. Frank, being young, couldn’t bare his ass fast enough and came when I’d barely gotten aboard. He let out a squeal as he shot his load, and I slapped his bottom and rode all the harder, my own come rising quick due to it being some time since I’d had me a fellow. I pumped a gusher into him and gave more good strokes before pulling out.

As soon as I sat back, he flipped over to see my d**k. He grinned and began to handle his, which was already coming back up.

“How old are you?” I asked.

He laughed. “Twenty next month.”

“Well, you are something, Frank. And I’m just getting started.”

I lay beside him, regaining my breath while noting he didn’t ask my age. I liked to think he didn’t care, but in truth, figured it was out of respect for somebody older. Thirty-one to him would seem ancient.

Once I’d settled, I got up and washed, drank some water, then came to sit on the bed, where I handled Frank’s stiff prick. He squirmed with pleasure, so I leaned over and took him into my mouth, at which time came that squeal again. Wasn’t long before he bucked and I got a mouthful. Lord, how the come flows from a young buck.

He relaxed then, became pliable, and I spent time devouring his every inch as he was a morsel. Smooth-chested, not fully filled out as yet, he was pink and inviting and I sucked his t**s a good while. I also nuzzled in his hairy patch, which was as copper as that on his head, before flipping him over and getting my tongue up his ass.

He cried out at this, and I wondered if he’d ever had it done, but didn’t really care as I wanted to make him a meal. He clutched at the bedding, then got a hand under to work his d**k. And when he came, he cried out on what I’d done to him. This, of course, I knew, having had it done to me on many an occasion.

Once I’d finished eating, I flipped him over and kissed him, as I like getting my filthy tongue into the man’s mouth. Frank welcomed this, which made me realize he was more experienced than I’d originally thought.

As our tongues entwined and our mouths went hard on each other, I felt near carried away at my good fortune in Frank being part of the gang. I eased back and sat up, blowing out a long breath. Frank chuckled and ran a hand up my back.

“You are something, Walt,” he said. “Never been done so good before.”

“You drove me to it,” I said in all honesty.

When he got up to piss, wash, and drink some water, I watched because I’d never seen a man as appealing as this one. I was used to rough and raw, not smooth and ripe. When he found me looking, he smiled and turned my way, doing a little dance while wagging his d**k at me. This set me to laughing as I couldn’t recall a naked man ever doing that.

I got up to stand behind him at the dresser, arms circling his chest, which I found most agreeable. Gazing at us in the mirror, I nuzzled his neck, kissed his shoulders, then f****d him standing so I could see us.

“I can’t get enough of you,” I said once I’d given it to him good. I pulled us to the bed and he lay in my arms. “Your pards expecting you?” I asked.

He didn’t answer right off, which sent me for a loop until he assured me they made no matter. “Probably too drunk to notice I’m gone,” he said. “That’s what we come in for, spend money, get drunk.”

This pleased me greatly, as it meant he’d stay the night.

We poked and prodded for hours, sleeping little. I even let him f**k my ass near dawn, and it was the best I’d been drilled in some time. It was as he plowed me that I reminded myself I was on the job. But pricks have more sway than duty, and besides, indulging had been part of ingratiating on other jobs.

“Where do you live?” I asked Frank at one point.

“We’ve got a camp in the foothills.”

“So you fellows ride together?”

“Yep.”

“To what end?”

Frank’s head lay on my chest and he licked a tit before rising up to grin at me. “We’re like you, Walt, living outside the law.”

I rolled him over and lay atop him, kissing some before asking, “You rob banks?”

“Stagecoach. We’ve hit lines all over Arizona and a couple in California.”

“You the lead man?” I asked.

He laughed, as I expected. “Hell, no. Merle, he’s lead. Merle Bonner. Maybe you heard of him? Did a stretch in Yuma Prison. I met him in Globe about six months back. I was down on my luck and we fell in together. We pulled three jobs since then.”

I gave this time to settle, then asked, “That mean I’m going to lose you?” I kissed him and started grinding.

“I wouldn’t like that.”

“How can we fix things?”

“Well,” he said, his relentless young d**k coming up hard against mine. “We lost a man on the last job, and Vance Dunbar is looking to quit the life, go back to his wife in Texas. Ed Rath, our fourth, is talking about heading to California, so we need new blood.”

“That’d suit me fine,” I said, enjoying that hard prick under me. “Will you speak to Merle on my behalf?”

“Surely will, once he sobers up. That might take a day or two.”

“No matter. I can find entertainment till then.” At this, I slid down to suck his d**k.

The Bonner Gang, as Frank said they called themselves, did me a kindness in drinking to excess as it gave me leave to forget my work and indulge in further pleasure. Though my employer might have insisted on some other line of snooping, I thought anything other than meeting Merle Bonner useless, and since that wouldn’t happen for a day or two, I gave myself permission to enjoy Frank Metty.

* * * *

Once we got out of bed the next morning, I suggested a meal followed by a ride toward the mountains. “Like to see the area,” I said, “as I don’t know Arizona too well. We can get a boxed lunch and some whiskey and have us a time. Old Ma Nature has given us a fine day. What do you say?”

“Picnic?” Frank asked.

“Kind of,” I replied, pulling him into my arms. He had on his drawers, but that young c**k sprang right up. I kissed him as I grabbed his ass and rubbed against him. “Eat and drink out where nobody’s around, maybe get nasty.”

“You’re on.”

* * * *

A short time later at Molly’s, he fairly wolfed down his breakfast, and I called him on it. “We got all day, Frank.”

He blushed like a kid caught with his hand in his pants, then sat back and took some coffee. “I like the sound of that.”

“I don’t see your pards around,” I noted.

“Nah, they’re probably laid out somewhere, hotel room if they got that far, though Vance is likely at a brothel. He’s known to pay for an entire night. Merle could be passed out anywhere. I’ve found him in alleys and once on a bench in front of a saloon. He’s not happy until he’s got the blind staggers.”

“Don’t you boys drink out at your camp?”

“We do,” said Frank, “but not so much. Out there we have things to deal with, plans and such, so heads need to be reasonably clear. Come into town and drinking is all we do.”

“Except you.”

“I take my share of whiskey, but I’m not partial to blind staggers.”

“Nothing wrong in getting loosened some,” I offered.

“We gonna do that, Walt?”

“We sure as hell are.”

Before leaving Molly’s, I had them make up a boxed lunch. We then secured a bottle of whiskey before fetching my bedroll from my room, because a man needs something to picnic upon. Once provisioned, we got our horses from the livery and started east toward the mountains.