This was originally an erotic drabble about two western cowboys, but I think I’ve done well.

Jimmy had a pistol and a shotgun slipped in two holsters on his trouser belt. There was also a leather belt containing ammo swathed around his torso from his shoulder to his side, already half-empty. A cowhide jacket clad his torso, along with a v-neck cotton shirt underneath. A pair of denim pants clothed his legs, and on his feet were a pair of spurred boots. A wide-brimmed hat rested atop his head, managing to block any harsh sun rays from his skin. Blonde hair was tucked away under his hat, and when the hat was removed, his hair was usually chin-length.

Sweat dripped from his brow during the time Jimmy coursed the desert. The horse kicked up sand with his hoofs. The sun was descending in the distance, thus creating an orange sunset on the horizon. Tumbleweeds blew in the wind, dancing across the sand. A few cactuses were scattered, albeit amber hills were mainly in the picture. A figure showed up in the distance.

“I think he’s ‘ere.”

A lone man stood on a hill. He turned around and waved at Jimmy.

“Finally, you’re ‘ere. What took ya so long?”

“Got ambushed by three men on my way here. I ain’t got much ammo left. You been waitin’ long, Randy?”

“A little,” stated Randy, “I couldn’t stop thinkin’ about what your mouth could do.”

“Really? That’s what you sent the letter for?”

Dismounting from his horse, Jimmy hitched the stallion up to a nearby fence. While Jimmy moved, the many medallions hanging around Jimmy’s neck constantly clinked. He wiped away sweat from his forehead with his hand. Randy approached him during this time, and soon slapped a hand down onto Jimmy’s shoulder. He invaded the other male’s personal space. Those dark, lustful eyes of his simply stared into Jimmy’s green orbs. He could see his reflection.

“I want you.”

Randy pressed closer to Jimmy, whose eyes widened, unwilling to accept this proposition. His hand grabbed onto Jimmy’s wrist. A strange heat slowly crept up Jimmy’s skin, chafing his nerves. A loud gulp echoed within Jimmy’s throat. He watched Randy, focusing more on his eyes than anything else. Brunette stubble decorated Randy’s face, which matched those greasy, sweaty brunette locks of hair on his head. Randy also wore a hat of similar size.

“Randy, I–”

“Shh,” interrupted the brunette, “I don’t think you need to tell me twice. I already know why you took so long to see me again. It’s been six months, and that’s fine.”

“My sister’s takin’ care of the ranch right now,” stated Jimmy, “I can’t leave her there for long. I’ll be huntin’ a nice boar after my visit to you.”

“Unless I could come with you this time. I could help out on the farm.”

“I don’t need any help.”

At that, Randy abruptly pushed Jimmy down onto his knees. His hand moved from the shoulder and up to Jimmy’s jaw, where he pulled his mouth open.

“Then help me.”

Randy unzipped his pants and immediately pushed his manhood into Jimmy’s mouth. The entire cock slipped inside in one go, from the head to the base. Jimmy choked. His face turned a deep red from the pressure, albeit Randy didn’t stop yet.

“You’ve left me waitin’ for so long, Jimmy boy. You never thought it’d be wise to answer my letters. Well, I’m glad I’ve got ya now.”

At the time Randy pulled out, his cock was coated with saliva, and the spit drooled from the rod. In the dead of the night, the salvia glistened in the moonlight, giving his cock a light, almost white glow. Jimmy glanced up at Randy, spit dripping down his lip. At his own will, Jimmy moved inward and licked the head of the cock.

“I guess I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like you talkin’ to me that way.”

Jimmy engulfed the cock into his mouth, focusing on the first few inches. It tasted salty, albeit the cool air of the nighttime desert enhanced the flavour a little. His hand gripped at the base, gripping it firmly. He tugged the rod, all while his mouth sucked.

“Do me a favour and keep wavin’ that tongue around. I love it, so keep wavin’ it.”

The last bit was spoken rather quietly, even in the darkness. Jimmy merely obliged and did as he was told. Randy had his eye on Jimmy, watching that obedient cowboy work.

“I like how you act so tough, yet you’re like this. I suppose it’s hot when some tough ex-outlaw has a slutty side to ‘im.”

Removing Jimmy’s hat, Randy gripped onto the back of Jimmy’s head and scrunched that blonde hair into a tight fistful. The brunette pushed his cock further into Jimmy’s mouth, letting the bell hit the back of the blonde’s throat. Jimmy gagged yet again, albeit Randy was kind enough to pull back just before the gagging drummed worse. Saliva dripped down Jimmy’s lower lip and chin.