The sheriff had always been a solitary figure in town, a stoic pillar of law and order amidst the dusty streets and wooden storefronts. His name was whispered with respect, and his stern gaze was enough to make even the toughest outlaws think twice about causing trouble. But after last night's sexual frenzy with Larry, his best friend, he realized that he was tired of being alone. Tonight, as he locked up the jail, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to change.
He heard Larry's boisterous laugh outside the saloon, and his stomach flipped. The man had a way of making him feel things he hadn't felt in a long time — things he wasn't sure he was ready to feel again. The blond gunslinger was a force of nature, a whirlwind of charm and danger that the sheriff couldn't seem to resist.
As the sheriff stepped into the moonlit night, Larry's eyes found him, and the laughter died on his lips. The look in those baby blues was anything but innocent, and the sheriff felt a jolt of electricity run through his body. He knew what was going to happen next, had felt it coming for weeks, like the slow roll of thunder before a storm.
"Sheriff," Larry drawled, his voice dripping with honeyed mischief. "You're working late again."
The sheriff's mouth was dry, his palms slick with sweat. "Just making sure everyone's tucked in for the night," he managed to reply, his voice gruff.
Larry's grin was a flash of white in the darkness. "I'd say we've got a pretty good view of everyone from here." He gestured to the second-story window of the saloon, where a few candles flickered in the upstairs rooms. The sheriff's gaze followed, and he couldn't help but wonder what secrets those walls held.
The air was thick with tension, and the sheriff knew that it was now or never. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. "You got something on your mind, Larry?"
The blond leaned against the post, his muscles rippling under his tight shirt. "Maybe," he said, his eyes never leaving the sheriff's face. "But it's not the kind of thing I'd say out here." He jerked his head towards the jail, a silent invitation that the sheriff couldn't refuse.
The sheriff's hand was shaking as he unlocked the jail door, the heavy metal clanging in the quiet night. He led Larry to the back of the cell block, his heart racing. This was it, the moment that would either change everything or break them apart.
Larry's eyes were dark with need as he stepped into the cell, the sheriff following close behind. "I've had my eye on you for a while now," he murmured, his voice a low purr that made the sheriff's cock swell. "And I think it's about time we had a little talk."
The sheriff's throat was tight as he swallowed. "What kind of talk?"
"The kind that starts with you calling me 'sir'." Larry's grin was wicked, his eyes gleaming. "And ends with us both satisfied."
The sheriff felt his body respond, his cock pressing against the fabric of his pants. Until the previous night, he'd never been with a man before, but something about Larry made him want to break all the rules.
"You're sure?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Larry's eyes searched his, the mischief giving way to something softer, something that made the sheriff's heart ache. "After last night, I've never been surer of anything in my life."
And with that, the sheriff closed the cell door behind them, locking them in together. The night was long, and the walls of the cell were about to bear witness to a passion that neither of them had ever dared to acknowledge.
"Take them off," Larry ordered, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down the sheriff's spine. "Take off all my clothes."
The sheriff's hands trembled as he reached for Larry's shirt, his eyes locked on the blond's. He could see the hunger in Larry's gaze, the raw desire that had been simmering just beneath the surface for so long. Slowly, he began to peel the fabric away, revealing the tanned, muscular chest that had haunted his dreams. Larry's nipples were tight with arousal, and the sheriff couldn't resist leaning in to suck one into his mouth.
Larry's moan was a sweet symphony, and the sheriff felt his own cock throb in response. He continued to undress Larry, his own heart racing, his mind spinning with the implications of what was happening. The blond's pants hit the floor next, revealing his thick, hard cock that stood proudly against his thigh.
"Good boy," Larry murmured, his hand cupping the back of the sheriff's neck, his thumb stroking the soft skin behind his ear. "Now, it's time for you to understand something."
The sheriff looked up, his eyes meeting Larry's, and he knew what was coming. It was a heady feeling, the knowledge that he was about to hand over the reins of control to the other man.
"I'm going to be your Daddy now," Larry said, his voice firm but gentle. "I'm going to take care of you, protect you, and fuck you senseless whenever I want."
The sheriff felt a rush of heat between his legs at the words, and he realized with a start that he liked the idea — no, he craved it. He liked the thought of Larry being in charge, of giving himself over to the blond's whims and desires. It was a strange, new sensation, but it felt right somehow.
He nodded, his voice hoarse. "Yes, Daddy," he murmured, the word foreign and yet fitting on his lips.
Larry's eyes lit up at the response, and the sheriff felt a thrill of excitement run through him. The blond stepped closer, his cock brushing against the sheriff's stomach. "And what do you do when Daddy tells you to get on your knees?"
Without hesitation, the sheriff dropped to his knees, his heart racing. Larry's cock was so close, the heat and scent of him filling the small space. The sheriff leaned in, his tongue darting out to lick the head of Larry's cock, tasting the salty precum that beaded there. Larry's hand tightened in his hair, guiding him as the blond's hips rolled in a slow, steady rhythm.
The sheriff took Larry in, his mouth stretching around the thickness of his cock, his tongue swirling around the shaft. He could feel the blond's muscles tensing, his own need growing with each moan that Larry gave. It was a heady feeling, to be the one bringing this strong, dominant man to the brink of pleasure. He took Larry deeper, his throat constricting around the head of his cock, feeling the pulse of Larry's arousal in the back of his throat.
Larry's breath grew ragged, his hips jerking as the sheriff sucked harder, his hand working in tandem with his mouth. The blond's grip on his hair was almost painful, but it only served to drive him on, to push him to give more. The sheriff knew that he was inexperienced, but he was eager to learn, eager to be the one who could make Larry lose control.
And then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the jail, Larry came, his cock spurting hot sperm into the sheriff's eager mouth. The sheriff swallowed it down, feeling a sense of satisfaction that was almost overwhelming. He looked up, his eyes watering, to find Larry staring down at him, a look of pure possessiveness on his handsome face.
"Good boy," Larry murmured, his voice still rough with passion. He reached down and helped the sheriff to his feet, his own body still trembling slightly from the force of his orgasm. "Now, let's see what you've got for Daddy."
The sheriff's own cock was painfully hard, straining against the fabric of his uniform pants. Larry's eyes fell to it, and the blond smirked. "Looks like someone's eager," he said, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down the sheriff's spine.
The sheriff nodded, his cheeks flushing. "I-I am, Daddy."
Larry stepped closer, his hands deftly unbuckling the sheriff's belt, his eyes never leaving his face. "You're going to be my good little slut, aren't you?" he murmured, the words a sweet caress that sent a bolt of arousal through the sheriff's body. He nodded, unable to speak, as Larry continued to strip him of his uniform.
The fabric fell away, revealing his hard, leaking cock, and Larry's eyes lit up with appreciation. He knelt before the sheriff, his own cock bobbing with excitement. The sheriff felt a thrill of power as he looked down at Larry, this big, strong man, now at his mercy. But it was a power he had no intention of wielding, not when Larry had shown him a world of pleasure he never knew existed.
The blond took him in his mouth, his hot, wet tongue wrapping around the sheriff's shaft, teasing the sensitive skin. The sheriff's legs trembled, and he had to grip the bars of the cell for support as Larry began to bob his head, taking him deeper and deeper with each stroke. It was unlike anything he'd ever felt, the sensation of being so thoroughly claimed by another man, and he moaned with every movement of Larry's lips.
The sheriff's eyes rolled back in his head, and he could feel his climax building, the pressure tightening in his balls. Larry's hand cupped them, squeezing gently, adding to the overwhelming sensation. The blond's technique was flawless, his mouth a perfect fit for the sheriff's cock. It was as if Larry had been born to do this, to bring him to the edge of ecstasy and keep him there, balanced on the precipice.
The sheriff's breath grew ragged, his hips jerking with each expert touch of Larry's tongue. The blond's eyes remained locked on his, the intensity of his gaze almost too much to bear. And then, with one final, deep suck, the sheriff came, his cock pulsing as he filled Larry's mouth with his seed.
Larry swallowed, his eyes never leaving the sheriff's. He stood, a proud smile on his face, and the sheriff knew that this was just the beginning of their exploration. The blond leaned in, their foreheads touching, and whispered, "You taste so good, baby."
The sheriff felt himself melting under Larry's gentle touch, his body craving more of the intimacy they had just shared. Larry's hand trailed down the sheriff's body, his fingertips lightly brushing the sensitive skin of his ass. "You've been such a good boy," Larry murmured, his voice a soothing balm to the sheriff's soul. "Now, let's get you ready for what's next."
The sheriff's heart pounded in his chest, his breaths shallow as Larry's hand grew more insistent, his fingers sliding into the crevice of his ass. The blond's touch was firm, yet tender, and the sheriff found himself pushing back against the invading digits, his body already beginning to open up to the idea. Larry's other hand wrapped around the sheriff's cock, stroking him gently as he continued to prep him.
The sheriff's eyes closed as Larry's thumb circled his hole, the sensation both alien and incredibly arousing. He could feel the blond's cock, still hard against his thigh, a silent promise of what was to come. "Just relax, baby," Larry whispered, his voice soothing and firm. "You're going to love this, I promise."
And with that, the sheriff took a deep breath and let go of his fears, allowing Larry to lead him into this new realm of pleasure. The blond's fingers slid in, coated in lube, stretching him gently, filling him with a warmth that spread through his entire body. He gripped the bars above the bed, his knuckles white with tension as Larry worked his way in, inch by inch.
When Larry was finally seated fully inside him, the sheriff's eyes flew open, the sensation of fullness almost too much to handle. The blond's eyes searched his, a silent question that needed no words. The sheriff nodded, his hips lifting slightly in invitation. Larry began to move, his cock sliding in and out of the sheriff with a rhythm that was both slow and torturous. The sheriff's eyes rolled back in his head, his mouth opening in a silent scream as Larry hit that magical spot deep inside him, the one that made stars dance behind his eyes.
Each thrust was like a bolt of lightning, sending jolts of pleasure through his body. Larry's hand found his own cock, stroking it in time with his hips, his gaze never leaving the sheriff's face. The lawman's eyes were wide, his mouth open, as he watched the man he had once thought of as just a friend claim him in the most intimate way possible. It was a sight that would be burned into his memory forever.
The sheriff felt the tension building in his body, his legs shaking, his toes curling. Larry's hand left his cock and found the sheriff's, their fingers interlocking as the blond's hips picked up the pace. The sheriff could feel his orgasm rising, a crescendo that was unlike anything he had ever experienced. It was as if his entire being was focused on this one moment, this one perfect union of bodies.
And then, with one final, deep thrust, Larry hit that spot again, and the sheriff's body tightened around him, his sphincter clamping down like a vice. Larry roared, his own orgasm crashing over him like a wave, filling the sheriff with his sperm. The two men collapsed onto the narrow bed, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts hammering in their chests. For a moment, they lay there, panting, their breaths mingling in the stillness of the cell.
As the aftershocks of pleasure slowly receded, Larry rolled off the sheriff, his arms wrapping around him protectively. The lawman felt a strange sense of peace settle over him, a warmth that had nothing to do with the physical act they had just shared. He turned his head, his eyes meeting Larry's, and the blond leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. "Rest, baby," he murmured. "We've got all night."
The sheriff's eyes grew heavy, the exhaustion of the day and the intensity of their encounter pulling him under. He didn't know how long they slept, but it was enough to chase away the shadows of doubt and fear that had haunted him for so long.
When he woke, it was to the feeling of Larry's hand tracing lazy patterns on his chest, the blond's eyes on him, filled with something that looked suspiciously like affection.
Their second round of love-making was slower, more tender. Larry took his time, his eyes never leaving the sheriff's, as if he were memorizing every line, every curve of his body. The sheriff felt cherished, adored, and it was a feeling he never wanted to lose. His body responded to Larry's touch, his cock growing hard again with every stroke, every kiss.
Larry's hand wrapped around the sheriff's cock, his grip firm but gentle, as he leaned in to kiss him. The kiss was deep, their tongues dancing together in a silent promise of what was to come. The sheriff's body arched into the touch, his hips moving of their own accord, seeking more. Larry chuckled, a low, sexy sound that sent shivers down the sheriff's spine, and began to stroke him in earnest.
The blond's thumb traced the sensitive vein that ran along the underside of his shaft, and the sheriff moaned, his eyes fluttering closed. Larry's kisses grew more insistent, moving down the sheriff's body, peppering his neck and chest with tender bites that made him squirm. The sheriff could feel Larry's cock, hot and hard against his thigh, and he reached down to stroke it, eager to return the favor.
Their bodies moved together, a slow, sensual dance that seemed to last for an eternity. Every touch, every kiss, was a declaration of desire, a silent confession of need. The sheriff's breath hitched as Larry's mouth closed around one of his nipples, suckling gently. The sensation was exquisite, sending bolts of pleasure straight to his cock.
Larry's hand slid down to cup his ass, his fingers delving into the crevice, teasing his still-sensitive hole. The sheriff pushed back against him, his body begging for more. The blond chuckled again, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Patience, baby," he murmured against the sheriff's skin. "We've got all the time in the world."
The sheriff felt Larry's cock slide into him, inch by torturous inch. It was a feeling of fullness that went beyond physical pleasure, a sense of belonging that was both overwhelming and utterly addictive. Larry's movements were slow and deliberate, as if savoring every moment of their union. The sheriff's eyes remained locked on the blond's, the intensity of the connection between them almost too much to handle.
Larry's hands roamed over the sheriff's body, exploring every inch of him with a tenderness that made his heart swell. The blond's thumbs brushed over his nipples, sending sparks of pleasure straight to his core. The sheriff's breath caught in his throat as Larry began to suck on them, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. The sensation was like nothing he had ever felt before, a sweet agony that had him writhing beneath the other man.
Their kisses grew deeper, more passionate, as their bodies moved together in a rhythm that was as old as time itself. The sheriff's hand found Larry's cock, stroking it in time with his own thrusts, feeling the blond's body tense with each movement. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the cell, a primal music that seemed to echo in the very walls.
And then, just when the sheriff thought he couldn't take any more, Larry reached down to stroke his prostate, the sensation so intense it was almost painful. His body bowed off the bed, a keening cry tearing from his throat as he came, his orgasm ripping through him like a tornado. Larry followed suit, his own climax shaking him to his very core. The two men clung to each other, their breaths mingling, their bodies entwined in a dance of passion that seemed to go on forever.
As they lay there, their hearts racing, Larry whispered something that the sheriff never expected to hear. "I love you, Sheriff," he said, his voice hoarse with emotion. The words hung in the air, a declaration that seemed to shake the very foundation of their friendship. The sheriff's eyes flew open, his body stiffening as he stared up at the blond.
"What?" he managed to croak out, his mind reeling. "What did you just say?"
Larry leaned up on one elbow, his eyes searching the sheriff's face. "I said I love you. I know it's a lot to take in, but I've felt this way for a long time."
The sheriff felt as if he'd been punched in the gut. He didn't know what to say, his mind a whirlwind of confusion and doubt. He'd never felt anything like this for a man before, had never even allowed himself to consider the possibility. "Larry," he began, his voice shaking, "I don't know what to say. This is all so new to me."
Larry nodded, his eyes understanding. "I know it's a lot, baby. I'm not asking you to say it back, not now. Just know that I'm here for you, and I'll wait as long as it takes for you to figure out what you're feeling." He leaned down and kissed the sheriff softly, a gesture that was both comforting and heartbreaking all at once.
The sheriff felt a tear slip down his cheek, his heart torn between the fear of losing his best friend and the all-consuming desire that had been unlocked in that tiny cell. "I'm so confused," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.
"It's okay," Larry soothed, his hand carding through the sheriff's hair. "Take all the time you need. I'm not going anywhere."
The sheriff took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to process everything that had happened. He'd always known Larry was different from the other men in town, had felt a pull toward him that he couldn't explain. But love?
"I don't know if I can," the sheriff confessed, his voice barely a whisper. "Love, I mean. I've never felt this way before. I've always thought of myself as straight."
Larry's hand stilled on his hair, his eyes searching the sheriff's face for any hint of rejection. "You don't have to put a label on it," he said softly. "But I had to tell you. I couldn't keep it inside any longer."
The sheriff's gaze drifted to the bars of the cell, the stark reality of their situation a stark contrast to the intimacy they'd shared. "We can't tell anyone," he murmured, his voice heavy with the weight of their secret.
Larry nodded, understanding. "Our town isn't exactly known for its open-mindedness," he said with a small, sad smile. "But I've always known that you were special. That there was more to you than meets the eye."
The sheriff turned to face Larry, his own smile tentative. "I'm not saying I don't feel something for you," he clarified. "What we just had was incredible. But love, that's a big word."
Larry leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. "I know," he murmured. "And I'll wait for you to catch up with me. Just don't push me away, okay?"
The sheriff nodded, his heart racing. He didn't know what the future held, but for the first time in his life, he felt a spark of something that was more than just friendship
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