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FANDOM: Magnificent Seven - Old West

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The hot summer's day heated the water in the river to a nice, warm temperature as Nathan and I stood waist deep, washing the trail dust from our bodies. I couldn't stop myself from checking out our healer and wondered what it would be like to touch him.

Would his skin feel the same as mine or would it be different?

I couldn't help noticing and wondering why the palms of his hands and the bottom of his feet were lighter, while his cock and nipples were far darker than the rest of him. Were all black men the same? Or were they all different like white men?

I noticed that he was trying to wash his back but could only do so much. Acting on instinct, I started moving towards him as I lathered up my hands with soap. "Turn around Nathan. I'll wash your back for you." I could see the hesitation in his eyes but also trust in me as his leader and friend. He turned away as I continued to soap up my hands before hesitantly touching him.

I was both surprised and disappointed that his skin didn't feel any different than mine, but still the difference between my hands and his back was striking and kind of ironic. I, a white man, preferred to wear black while Nathan, a black man, liked to wear light tans. We were total opposites yet we were still friends.

As I washed my friends back, I felt the stiffness of his muscles beneath my hands and started to lightly massage his back. Slowly, the tension left his muscles as I became mesmerized with how the sun played off the water and soap on his back. As I continued to wash and massage him, my fingertips encountered a series of thin scars that could only have come from various whippings he had received as a slave. I found my anger growing at the ones who had done this to my friend, but at the same time I was fascinated by the design left in his living flesh.

He stood as still as stone as I traced first one scar, then another with a single finger, somehow I found myself flush against his back. My manhood nestled under the round globes of his ass, making me realize that our healer was an inch or so taller than me. My hands were slowly caressing the warm flesh of his back, from Nathan's wide shoulders down to narrow hips, before sliding around his waist to embrace the man before me. I was laying kisses and licks from his right shoulder back towards his neck. My hands started to explore Nathan's muscular upper body and play in those crinkly curls, noting somewhere in the back of my mind that his hair felt different than my own.

During all of this Nathan didn't move away, but he did become tense which I didn't want him to.

I wanted him to relax and allow me to pleasure us both.

Leaning in I whispered in his ear, "Relax Nathan. I won't hurt you." Then it came to me that maybe he didn't want this but was too afraid to tell me no. Pulling back slightly I told him, "Nathan, if you don't want this tell me. I need you to tell me if you want this or not."

I waited what seemed like forever and he still didn't answer. With regret I started to pull away from him, only to feel his hand latching on my wrist, trapping me. He turned to face me and it was then I saw the hunger and desire he had for me in his eyes and face. It stunned me that he felt this way.

Never breaking eye contact with me, Nathan wrapped his strong arms around me until I was flush against him and his hard, thick manhood. His one hand was in the small of my back, while the other hand was wrapped around the back of my head, holding me still as he leaned in to kiss me. The same hunger that was in his eyes was in his kiss as he forced my mouth open beneath his.

The onslaught of his ravishing attack caused my own hunger and feelings for the man to rise up and meet his. Our tongues dueled against one another in a sensual dance that only inflamed our passion further. I found that my arms had come up to wrap tightly around him, allowing our arousals to rub teasingly between our bodies as our groans of pleasure were released.

All higher thoughts stopped for me as I started to force Nathan back to the bank of the river so I could make love to him. But instead I found myself falling backwards into the water, before being tenderly lowered onto my back by his strong arms. I was laying half in and half out of the water, as the river gently lapped at our lower bodies. He encouraged me to spread and bend my knees, allowing him to settle there, bringing our hard shafts together.

Nathan had latched onto one of my nipples, sucking it to hard nub as his large hands stroked my body, heating my blood with passion. He finally released it only to mouth his way towards the other and repeat the same pleasurable torment on it as he had on its twin, while one hand pinched and pulled on the abandoned one.

Slowly he moved downwards, thrusting his tongue into my bellybutton as both hands continued to play with my nipples making me beg for more, which he happily gave me by swallowing just the tip of my cock. I screamed my pleasure and instinctively tried to arch my hips up in that warm, wet haven, but he held my hips firmly down to the ground, not allowing me to move. Slowly he took my cock deeper and deeper, until his nose touched the hair at my groin before reversing direction to suck on just the tip, repeating his actions over and over again.

I could only watch the erotic sight of my white cock slowly sliding in and out between his dark brown lips as his eyes blazed with desire. His hands slowly slid down and under, to cup and kneed the flesh of my ass before lifting me up. I felt his fingers starting to gently insert themselves into the deep crack of my ass in search of my entrance. I gasped as his fingertips brushed over the puckered opening of my body, making me quiver with anticipation as one finger pushed lightly against the opening.

The need to taste him drove me to reach down and tug him upwards, letting our mouths hungrily devour each other as our hands roamed over each other's body. Finally, I rolled him onto his back before settling in between his spread thighs to chew and suck on one dark nipple while I pinched and pulled the other with my fingers. His body trembled in passion as he released a deep groan that encouraged me to move lower, until I came face to face with his fully erect organ that I viewed with awe.

It stood tall, as did the man himself, and was almost ebony in color. A thick nest of tight, coal black curls surrounded the shaft itself. He was leaking with pre cum, making the head glisten in the sun. He was both longer and wider than me or any man that I had seen, and it had me pausing to wonder what it would be like to have deep within me. Letting his nipples go, I brought my hands down over the tight stomach to firmly grasp his hips to prevent him from thrusting upwards and choking me. Taking a deep breath I leaned forward, only stopping as I realized that I, a white man, was about to take a black man's cock into my mouth.

I found myself revolted and that disturbed me, for this wasn't the first time I'd made love to a man. A soft caress on my hair made me look up into sad, brown eyes before he looked away and sat up. This forced me to sit back on my heels while he drew his legs up, refusing to meet my eyes. "It's ok Chris. You're not the first, and you won't be the last white man to balk at taking a black man as a lover." He refused to look at me as he stood up. "Let's just forget it. I'll just go and make dinner."

I could hear the pain, hurt, and loneliness in his voice, and it made me realize what an ignorant fool I was being. Yes he is a black man, but he is also the man who had sat at my side to look after me any time I was hurt or sick. His wonderful hands that caressed me just moments ago were the same hands that pulled bullets out, stitched me up, held and bathed me during fevers. I wasn't just making love to the color of his skin, but to the man that I had slowly fallen in love with.

I reached out and grabbed him before he turned away, wrapping my arms around his waist. "No Nathan." He didn't pull away, but he held his body stiffly as I looked up at him. He looked down at me and I could see in his guarded eyes that he was trying to protect his battered heart from me. "I don't want to forget."

I then lowered my gaze to his sex to see that his arousal was gone. Holding his hips firmly in my hands I knelt down and opened my mouth, fighting my jerk knee reaction. I kept telling myself that this was Nathan, the man that I loved, as I slowly closed my mouth over his deflated flesh. I closed my eyes and just lightly brushed my tongue over the head, tasting the essence of the man I loved. He didn't feel any different than any of the other men I had been with, with one exception. The taste of him was both sweet and spicy and I found myself gently sucking on the tip, searching for more of the addictive taste.

I heard him gasp as I continued to suck on his cock, feeling it slowly inflate in my mouth. I opened my eyes, looking up into his eyes shining and filled with love as I slowly started to work him into my mouth. I found myself gagging once or twice, trying to take all of him into my mouth but failing. He didn't look disappointed; instead he started to gently caress my hair, face, and shoulders as I bobbed up and down on his wonderful organ.

"Chris ... o-h-h-h god-d-d-d-d ... perfect ... so perfect ..."

He pulled back, forcing me to let him go as he bent down to draw me to my feet. Holding my hands he led me to our bedrolls. Dropping my hands, he knelt to get something from his saddlebag. Standing he handed me the little container he had retrieved.

He was silently offering to bottom for me, but I realized that I wanted something else and instead wrapped his fingers around the container. Laying down on his bedroll I bent and spread my legs as I slowly stroked myself, looking up at my dark lover.

I couldn't help but smile at the stunned look on his face. He like others assumed that I would always want to top. Sometimes I do but other times, like now, I wanted to be on the receiving end. To allow someone else to be in charge, just for a little while. He moved to stand between my legs, watching me with hungry eyes as I sucked on the tip of my index finger, my other hand stroking my hard flesh. When he groaned I released my finger, trailing it down to circle one of my hard nipples.

He knelt between my legs, running his hands possessively down my chest and stomach, before grasping my hands and holding them down at my side as he growled, "Mine." He released my hands only to grasp my hips as Nathan engulfed my cock. I gasped and arched my back at the sensation, before being reduced to groans and whimpers by his talented mouth and hands. He seemed to know every hot spot of mine and was determined to see that every last one was stimulated, until I was a quivering mass of pleasure.

Suddenly, I found myself on my stomach with him lifting my ass in the air. His strong hands parted the checks of my ass and I shivered as air caressed my opening. I prepared myself to feel the first touch of a coated finger at my anus; instead I felt a single kiss placed on the opening. I jerked at the unexpectedness of it, and then started to groan when I felt his tongue caressing the opening. No one had ever done that to me before. Most of my encountered with men were "the wham bang thank you sir" type. Nathan was making love to me.

As he continued to open me with his tongue, I was crying and begging him for more. "Nathan... oh-h-h-h... god-d-d-d... more... more Nathan."

He ignored me and continued what he was doing, gently running his hands up and down my sides, as if I were a spooked horse that need calming. When he pulled away I cried out my disappointment, only to hear him tell me, "Shu-u-s-s-s-h-h-h love." Then I felt a slippery digit at my entrance and prepared myself for the hard thrust that I was sure was coming. Nathan leaned over to whisper in my ear, "I'm just going to stretch you a little more. Ok Chris?" I nodded as I grasped the blankets in my hands, preparing for the little flash of pain, but instead a very gentle finger slipped slowly and painlessly inside. I couldn't help but groan in pleasure as the finger went in and out, coating my tunnel in the lotion. Then to my surprise another finger was slowly inserted. But again no pain, only the familiar burn of being stretched. Nathan tenderly rotated his finger, stretching the tight muscle before crooking it to massage my prostate. I screamed my pleasure as he continued to touch that small nut inside me, while a third finger joined the other two. I didn't even feel it going in because of the searing pleasure Nathan was giving me. My lover continued to stretch and prepare me until I was begging to be taken.

"Nathan ... please ... now ... I need you ... now!"

I felt him removing his fingers only to feel his cock replacing them, but he didn't push through. Instead he leaned in to purr, "Do you want me in you? Do you want ... my big ... black ... cock ... up your ... small ... tiny ... opening..."

I was never so turned on in my life, and I found myself shifting backwards trying to get him within me, but he held me firm. Chuckling he told me, "No Chris. You got to tell me what you want."

Gasping I told him, "You ... in ... me ... now!"

"Well ... maybe you're not stretched enough."

Looking over my shoulder at my teasing lover I snarled. "Jackson if you don't fuck me now, God help me I'll shoot you!"

I could hear the grin in his voice as he told me, "Now Chris... shoot me and you won't get to enjoy this." We both groaned as the head of his cock entered me. It caused a minor burning sensation but was quite pleasurable compared to my other lovers. As he easily slid home he groaned, "Oh-h-h-h-h ... go-o-o-o-d-d-d-d ... your so ... tight." He then wrapped his arms around me, pulling me back so that I sat on his lap with his hard manhood imbedded in me.

God! He was filling me like no ever had before and he tenderly held me as I adjusted to him. Whispering words that only Sarah had ever said to me before, he held me tenderly laying little kisses on my back and shoulders. I don't know how long we sat like, that but a burning need rose in me and I started to rock my hips back and forth on his hard cock, causing him to moan in pleasure.

He pushed me back down on all fours as he started to slide in and out of me in long hard strokes that had me grunting and moaning in pleasure. Suddenly he pulled out to flip me onto my back, my knees hooked in the crook of his arms as he bent me almost double, before plowing back into me with hard, demanding strokes, hitting my prostate on every stroke.

I reached to take my cock in my hands, intent on stroking myself, but two strong hands captured them to hold them flat to the ground. I looked up into eyes black with passion, love, and hunger as my lover growled, "Mine!"

I couldn't help but respond as I twisted and turned in passion, "Yours! Nathan... o-o-o-o-h-h-h-h... yes... yes-s-s-s-s! Harder... faster!"

He answered my wishes and thrust hard and fast as he growled, "Your ... mine ... Larabee ... and I ... don't share. Who ... do ... you ... belong to?"

"Ah-h-h-h-h-g-g-g-g-g ... oh-h-h-h ... you ... Nathan ... only you ... oh-h-h-h go-o-o-o-o-o-d-d-d-d!"

He then bent to take my mouth in a hard passionate kiss, which had me screaming my release into his mouth. I'd never come hard in my life and I think that I passed out. When I awoke I found myself straddling Nathan, cradled tenderly against his strong chest. I could feel his hard cock still firmly lodged inside me, as well as the evidence that he too had come.

I felt confused; most men would have become soft after what we'd done. I lifted my head to look down at my dark lover. He must have seen the question in my eyes as he gently caressed my face. "For some reason I don't get soft after the first time I come." He then gave me a sultry grin as he told me, "I usually have enough to go twice, but I think this time I could go three."

At first I was shocked, then the possibilities started to fill my mind and I felt myself starting to grin. Pulling back to sit on my wonderful find, I started to ride it, determined to show my lover why I'm the best bronco rider in the west.