Bareback City, Part 06

Jail Lockup Gangbang.

It was another excellent night with my step-brother Jason. Soon after we showered and went to bed we made love. It eventually completed in a wonderful temperate ass fucking. Mine. However, tonight Jason flipped me around in a ‘69’ position and we sucked each others cock. I had become quite a proficient cock sucker and enjoyed the experience tremendously. I relished sucking a man’s cock, and was pleased when the guy would shoot an immense yummy load in my mouth for me to savor and consume.

I must have pleased Jason tonight. because when I had my orgasm, he shot at the same time. We paused for about fifteen minutes then we continued our other favorite sex. Fucking my ass. He is a great fucker and always caused me to cum just as he was cumming up my ass. He always hit the right spots and caused my release and satisfaction. Usually during the night or early morning, Jason inserting his fuck shaft into me again and we had another round of sex. He is a potent lover.

I hoped Jason never get tired of fucking me, because I never got tired of him fucking me. Even after I came I still had the yearning to be fucked again and again. He’d turned me into a sex machine, or better still a Satyr.

This morning we began with our usual routine. We exercised every morning and evening and tried to jog when it was cool enough. Arizona is not a place for much jogging because of the hot weather. By the time we had finished our morning exercise, Sam, the stable boy and house keeper, arrived and had prepared our breakfast.

When I arrived at the breakfast counter Sam would hand me a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, drop to his knees, and satisfy me with one of his perfect blowjobs. If the three of us had time after breakfast, and we usually made time for it, I would suck Sam off while Jason gave me another hard fucking.

I never dreamed there was so much sex available until I moved to bareback City. It was like a sexual paradise. Conceivably every man that was employed here had absolutely no hang-ups with sex, and if the mood, time, and place was right, someone was offering sex. I never saw a man in the whole place that wasn’t sexually desirable.

One of the best things about Jason and my relationship is that we never got covetous and never had insensitive words. It’s understood that men need more sexual release than women, and this kind of open sex may be the perfect situation. If only the whole world had this attitude, there would be no more wars.

Sam and I did our morning chores, feeding the horses and cleaning the stables. Sometimes after we finished we would take a short ride so I could become skilled at riding and be more secure on a horse.

Jason would usually saddle his mustang and make his daily runs to check the wind mills and the water canals that ran thru the property. This morning he was going to return before noon, and then he and another man, were going to fix a fence at the end of the property. He said they may be gone until sunset so Sam packed them some food and extra water for their journey.

Sam had made a promised to the barkeeper that he would help him with some extra painting in the bar, and would be gone most of the day. He had a’ thing’ for the head barkeeper and wanted to be alone with him for a few hours today. This meant I would have the afternoon to snoop around the shops and buildings that made up main street Bareback City.

After everyone had gone, I started my excursion down Main Street. Most of the shops were still closed except, where repairs were being made and empty shelves were being stocked. Every one was getting ready for the open house and tourist season.

I was casually cruising the boardwalk and gazing into the store windows. I observed a ‘closed’ book shop that took my interest. I began looking into the windows, but they were very smudged and dirty. I tried to clean a spot but I accidently pushed too hard on the glass because, much to my surprise, a loud ringing alarm bell sounded off. I was startled, but remained put. I felt I should stick around until someone showed up to turn off the alarm, and explain that I was the cause for this innocent disturbance.

I didn’t have to remain long because a local deputy sheriff riding a big black stallion quickly galloped up. He looked like the ‘real thing’ out of the old west, except he was in a B.B.C. light blue shirt and pants, white cowboy hat, black riding booths, and fitted with full side arms and handcuffs, and a shinny deputy’s badge.

He was a clean cut, muscular, good looking young man in his late 20’s. I assumed this was part of the city’s local security. He quickly dismounted his horse, threw the leather straps around the hitching post, adjusted his gun belt, and headed directly towards me. I was startled at his sudden movements and moved backwards thinking he was going to tackle me. Before I could speak he started yelling and cursing at me.

“What the hell are you doing, and who the fuck are you? Are you trying to break into the store? Turn around, put your hands behind your head, face the wall, and spread em.” He instructed me.

Before I could gather my senses and figure out what was happening, I was slammed against the wall, and he was kicking my feet apart. Next thing I knew he was searching me for…whatever. He quickly ran his forceful hand up and down my body and made a second lingering feel of my ass and crotch area, then went back to my cock handing down my leg, and groped me for the third time.

“What ya got in there? Is that all you, or are you hiding some contraband in there? Put your hands down. Who are you? Do you have any identification on you?”

“No it’s back at the firehouse where I live.”

“No I.D. Huh? You better come along with me. Keep facing the wall while I hand cuff you. “

“But deputy, let me explain….

“You can explain to the sheriff down at the jail house. Come along with me and don’t give me any trouble, asshole.”

He grabbed my arm and roughly drugged me down the boardwalk to the Jail house a few doors down from the book store. He slammed open the door where we entered into a small building used as a Jail. There was one room in the front with a wooden desk, chair, and wooden bench. There was an opening to a two celled jail in the back of the building. . On the walls were the typical “Wanted” posters and an empty riffle rack against one wall. He instructed me to park my ass on a wooden bench against the office wall, then came over and stood directly in front of me. He cleared his throat before he spoke.

“Huuggh! I’ve never seen ya around here before. Who the hell did ya say you were again. and why are you trying to break in that book store?”

“You never gave me a chance to explain. My name’s Clint Woods. I was just looking in the book store window and when I tried to clean it with my hand the damn alarm went off. I wasn’t trying to break in anything. Now let me go.”

“Don’t get smart with me punk or I throw ya in the cell and you’ll stay the night till I figure out what’s going on. Kick your boots off.”

“What?”

“I said kick your boots off.”

I looked up at his unyielding face. Even in all this turmoil I couldn’t help notice how handsome he was or hot he looked in his tight blue uniform. He’d removed his gun belt earlier and put them in the desk drawer. While I was trying to kick my boots off, he locked the front door and pulled down the shaded on the door and the two windows facing the street. When he returned he set on the corner of the nearby desk and stared at me.

“I think you better stand up and let me give you a better inspection, for all I know you could be smuggling drugs. Stand up! Step into the back room and lean against that cell bars. I’m gonna remove your cuffs while I check you out again.”

He removed a cuff from one wrist and told me to turn around while he put another cuff on the other hand. Then he secured them around the bars. He reached around and pulled off my belt and directed his hand to my cock and felt it again.

“I’m gonna pull your pants down and see what that thing is hanging down your leg. I bet you’ve got a bag of grass hidden in there, don’t you punk?”

He unsnapped my jeans, pulled my shirt tail out, and slowly edged my pants down over my buttocks and to the floor. He reached under my shirt and rubbed his hands over my chest and nipples. He was making me hot.

While exploring my chest, he pinched my protruding nipples causing me to jump. He unsnapped my western shirt and edged his hands down and over my abs thru my pubic hairs and then to my semi-hard cock. He paused.

“My gawd! You’re packing a big hunk of meat for such a modest dude. And to think I thought that was a roll of drugs.” He caressed my balls with one hand and ran his hand over my smooth round buttocks and slid his fingers up my ass crack.

“You’ve got a nice firm butt there buddy. I bet that gets a lot of action. I better probe your ass to make sure you don’t have some drugs shoved up that poop shoot.”

He put on a rubber glove and told me to bend over and spread em. He put some lube on the glove and dropped to the floor behind my bare buttocks. My cock had risen from a semi-hard to a stiff full mast.

I could feel his hot breath on my ass crack as he carefully spread my butt cheeks. He slowly put one of his fingers to my anus and entered my asshole. I was enjoying his inspection but was not about to let him know but my hard cock was giving me away. He put four fingers in my aperture and then revolved them around a few times, then maneuvered them in and out. I gasped as he finally pulled them out. I didn’t want him to stop. It felt great and now I was getting hotter. A small trickle of my sweat ran down my back and into my ass crack.