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Cock-Off Shoot-Out

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 24 Aug 2000 1 comments
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by BonerInBoots This short story is pure fiction. A friend of mine, who shares my interest in old-fashioned cowboy shootouts, inspired it. Only this story has an added sexual twist that is quite blatant. That's because, like my friend, I used to get off on cowboy shoot-outs when I was a kid. I loved to read the Marvel comics about Two Gun Kid, Kid Colt, and Rawhide Kid. I enjoyed watching Westerns on TV and at the movies. My favorite scenes were the ones where the tough, usually good-looking, cowboys, wearing tall boots, would get beat-up or gunned down. That's the sadist in me, yanking a load as the hot, tough cowboy gunslingers were getting hurt. The Kid called out from the middle of the street. "OK Clay, I've been waiting fer you. Been stroking my dick all morning in anticipation of gunning you down! I'm about ready to spew a load and empty my guns in you. Git your ass out here and draw on me." Leaning up against the hitching post, Clay didn't say a word. But watching The Kid stroke his hard cock, Clay slowly unbuttoned the fly of his pants, and pulled out his semi stiff hog. The strong scent of piss and cheese from his unwashed dick filled his nostrils. The Kid could smell it too. "You got smelly dick there, Clay", he chided, "stinks almost as good as mine." Again, Clay didn't speak. He just strode confidently out into the middle of the street, his spurs jangling as he walked, his cock flopping in the air and growing stiffer with each firm boot step. When he got in the middle of the street he stopped and took his leather gun gloves from inside his vest pocket and slowly pulled them on each hand. Then he took a firm hold on his now stiff rod, and stroked it ever so slowly. He aimed it toward The Kid, in a threatening, yet teasing manner. The Kid stood about 20 feet away. He spread his legs wide in a shooter's stance, his tall boots digging into the dirt, his spurs clanging as he stood firm. The Kid rested his right hand on the big square buckle of his gun belt. With his left hand he continued to stroke his cock; the head of which was now purple black in color and the size of a large mushroom, and the shaft almost twice the length of his fist. As The Kid watched Clay stroking his own dick, The Kid's cock began to drip pre cum, and his legs bent, reflexively, as the pre splattered on the left toe of his big boot. The sexual tension was growing stronger for both men. Squared off like they were, ready to draw fire on one another, their cocks raged hot and hard. "Like I said Clay, I'm fixing to gun you down for killing my Pa. He was a good man, and you kilt him fer no fair reason." "Your paw was a dirty stinkin' liar and a thief and you ain't no better", Clay replied. "You got the big boots and the big smelly dick, and the cocky attitude, just like your old man, but you're a no-good piece of shit, just like him." "Fuck you Clay, and your righteousness. You pack a big piece of stinkin' meat yourself and it's gunna be my pleasure to watch you chunk out your last load as I fill you with lead." Clay spread his legs firmly on the ground and continued to stroke his dick. He raised his right hand about 3 inches from his six-gun. The Kid did the same, just inches away from his S&W. Both men stood there in silence, staring each other down, with their gun hands trembling slightly. Both men's cocks were standing straight up, largely outgrowing the gloved hands that fisted them. The men were cock horny gunslingers, who fired their weapons to the pleasure of their cum spurting dicks. Dicks of steel and semen ready to explode out of their tight, throbbing nuts. For some strange reason, Clay let go of his cock and shifted his weight. The movement caused The Kid to slap leather, and he drew his gun and fired. But Clay had turned sideways a bit and The Kid's shot missed. Clay pulled his gun and hammered a slug that ripped threw The Kid's left shoulder. "Awh shit", The Kid yelled in pain, as his shoulder bone was blasted away, causing him to lose the grip on his cock. He got off a couple more shots with his good hand, and one hit Clay in the leg, bringing Clay down to a knee. That movement made The Kid's second shot miss its mark. Clay returned fire, this time, hammering The Kid with four slugs, at least a couple of them piercing through The Kid's tits. With each shot, Clay's cock blew a wad of cum. "Awhhh yea!" Clay groaned in pleasure as the jizz blasted from his big hog. The Kid cried out and arched his back as the hot lead pills hit him hard, causing him to rise on the toes of his boots and stagger around before falling to the ground. "Jesus Christ, I'm hurt", The Kid cried. "Fuck you Clay". I can't grab my hog!." Clay staggered over to The Kid, cum still dropping from his cock. He looked down at The Kid who lay there in the street in his big boots, dying. The Kid still had the hard cock going, only he was unable to jerk his final load. He looked up at Clay, spitting blood out his mouth. "Help me", he cried. Clay dropped to knee and took hold of The Kid's big dong. The feel of that gunslinger's gloved fist alone was enough for The Kid. His cock erupted with a bucket load of creamy goo that poured down Clay's glove. "Ahhhh." The Kid exhaled, and then lay still. "Yur a big cock guy, that's for sure Kid", Clay said. "But today you met your match. My hog and me gunned you down." Clay wiped The Kid's cum from his hand on to one of the Kid's boots. He stood up and started to walk away. He only took a couple of steps before a shot rang out. Blam! Clay's body stiffened. His arms instinctively drew to his chest. Then he dropped to the ground, next to The Kid and lay still. "There's a new hog in town now" said the voice from the other side of the street. Smoke flowed from the fired gun of the stranger dressed in black, whose meat was poking from his pants and dripping cum.