A tall, finely muscled man sat atop a driftwood log on the shore of Flat Iron lake. The sweat on his ebony skin glistened in the dying sunlight.
Arthur Morgan called from behind, “Lenny!”
Lenny leaned back on the log, turned to face his companion.
“Just the man I wanted to see,” Lenny said. “I’ve got an opportunity for you.”
“Is that so?” Arthur smiled. “You always seem to have a little something for me.”
“I do what I do well, you know that.” Lenny returned Arthur’s smile. “We’ve got a big score on our hands here if everything goes smoothly.”
“Oh yeah? And what if it don’t go so smoothly?” Arthur said, smirking.
“Then I guess we’ll make do. Maybe don’t shoot your gun off so quickly this time, and we’ll be alright.” Lenny winked and relished the wave of embarrassment that washed over Arthur’s face.
“Hey!” Arthur exclaimed.
“Maybe if you do good on this job, I’ll stop teasing you about that.” Lenny flashed another wink, as if Arthur could have missed the message.
“Maybe,” Arthur said as he placed a hand on Lenny’s chest, just below his supple left pectoral. Leaning in close, he growled, “if you do good on this job, I’ll suck your cock later.”
The brazenness of the proposal caused a rush of blood to Lenny’s groin, and he hoped Arthur hadn’t noticed the sudden stiffness of his nipples showing through his shirt. Lenny took a slow look up and down Arthur’s body – slightly husky, but he wore it well, with a grizzly stubble and a twirled mustache. It made him look adorable in Lenny’s eyes – he appreciated a little extra cushion on his white boys. “Alright, Arthur Morgan. Alright.”
Later that evening –
“Well, I have to say, you really know how to do your legwork, Lenny.” Arthur said as they walked back into camp. “We barely had to lift a finger for all this.” Arthur gestured to the sack over his shoulder, containing various valuables.
“I told you I do what I do well,” Lenny said. “And you’re lucky to have me.”
“That we are,” Arthur said.
“That *you* are.” Lenny replied. Arthur’s eyes softened, and they both smiled.
It was late, and the camp was quiet as they walked towards Arthur’s tent. He had recently upgraded to a fully enclosed tent, offering a modicum of privacy. Arthur slung his sack of valuables through his tent’s entrance.
“I’ll sort that out in the morning.” Arthur whispered, “As for you, friend, I’ll sort you out now if you’d like.”
Lenny tossed his equipment into Arthur’s tent before embracing him and pulling him inside.
“I’ve been waiting all night for this,” Lenny whispered into Arthur’s ear, hugging him tightly.
“You and me both,” Arthur said, as he broke from Lenny’s embrace. He tossed off his coat and began to unbutton his vest and shirt.
Lenny sat on the edge of Arthur’s cot and watched as Arthur disrobed. After removing his shirt and suspenders, he began to unbuckle his belt. Lenny put a hand over Arthur’s, pausing him.
“Allow me.” Lenny unfastened the buckskin belt from Arthur’s waist before nimbly unbuttoning his trousers.
“Hey, ain’t I supposed to be taking care of you?” Arthur laughed. “Although I appreciate the attention.”
“Shut up,” Lenny smirked as he yanked Arthur’s pants down to his knees. His sizable cock flopped freely in front of Lenny’s face. Lenny gasped, “Going commando, I see?” A surprise, to be sure, but a welcome one. Lenny admired the cock in front of him, its smooth foreskin drooping lazily over the thick head, the fullness of his large testicles.
Lenny gently placed his hand under Arthur’s balls, causing Arthur to let out a tiny gasp. As Lenny firmed his grip, Arthur let out a gentle moan. Lenny grinned – hearing the sounds of pleasure from a man as hardened as Arthur Morgan gave him a unique sense of satisfaction. With the first three fingers of his other hand, Lenny lifted the tip of Arthur’s cock, as if inspecting it. He gently pulled back the foreskin, revealing his bright, flushed cockhead. He brought it closer to his lips and gave it a slow, loving kiss. Arthur shuddered at this, letting out a series of jagged breaths, as he was clearly struggling to maintain composure. Lenny giggled, relishing the effect he so easily had on Arthur, knowing that if he merely put Arthur’s cock in his mouth, Arthur would explode into pleasure immediately.
“Please,” Arthur grunted, “Not yet,”
“Of course not,” Lenny smiled.
“You’ve had your fun, haven’t you? Now get those pants off, you loon.” Arthur feigned irritation.
“A loon, huh?” Lenny chuckled as he stood, allowing Arthur to take a seat on the bed. Lenny swiftly tore his pants and shirt off, leaving himself in his underwear.
“Would you just come over here, jackass?” Arthur grabbed Lenny’s hips, positioning him in front of the bed.
“Alright, alright, it’s your rodeo, cowboy.” Lenny raised his hands in defeat.
Arthur shot Lenny a brief look, then took a deep breath and returned his focus to the matter at hand. He slid his forefinger on each hand under the waistband of Lenny’s underwear. The bulge of Lenny’s cock seemed to travel upwards as Arthur slowly slid the garment down. Arthur marveled as the massive cock was revealed, finally flopping out of its cloth confinement. Arthur’s cock wasn’t small, but Lenny’s was nearly double his in size. Bulging veins traced its surface, tiny paths leading from his neatly trimmed pubic hair to his engorged cockhead. His avocado-sized balls hung neatly behind his dangling shaft, eager to be relieved of their contents. Arthur could see them retract into tight spheres as they were exposed to the cool air of the tent.
Arthur placed a hand firmly around Lenny’s shaft, easily leaving another hand-and-a-half’s worth of cock exposed. He could barely touch the tips of his thumb and middle finger around the girth of Lenny’s member, and it was barely at half-mast. Touching Lenny’s thick, hot, rapidly engorging cock, Arthur’s cock raged at full strength, ready to explode at the lightest stimulus.
For a moment Arthur felt lightheaded as the blood in his head seemed to rush towards his groin. He considered the deep purple of Lenny’s cockhead, which he realized was only really discernable from this near distance, and the intimacy of the moment seemed to overwhelm him.
“Lenny, I…” Arthur began.
“I know, Arthur Morgan.” Lenny smiled down at the dastardly renegade that he had made his lover.
Arthur smiled back. His eyes glistened with unstated affection. He looked back down at Lenny’s cock, and slid his tongue under the tip, rapidly licking the sensitive flesh around the opening.
“Oh, fuck,” Lenny grunted as his cock stiffened to full attention, “I guess we’re getting serious now.” Lenny ran his fingers through Arthur’s hair as he began to suck on the tip of his cock.
“Mmmm,” Arthur mumbled as Lenny’s fat cockhead filled his mouth. He brought his hands up to cup Lenny’s heavy balls, and gently massaged them.
Lenny moaned and gripped the hair on the back of Arthur’s head, thrusting his cock deep into Arthur’s throat.
Arthur choked for a moment, looking up at Lenny in distress briefly, eyes watering now from his gag reflex, before relaxing his throat and allowing the thick cock to stay embedded in his face.
“There you go, cowboy,” Lenny said softly, relaxing his grip on the back of Arthur’s head. Arthur began to slide his lips up and down Lenny’s cock, loving the pressure of the massive head being repeatedly thrust down his throat.
Lenny felt his orgasm begin to build as Arthur settled into a rhythm of sucking. Lenny felt a burst of pleasure every time his cock pressed against the back of Arthur’s throat. His balls continued to be massaged by Arthur’s weathered, firm hands.
As the pressure in his balls built, Lenny placed his hands on Arthur’s shoulders, and began to thrust his hips. Arthur adjusted quickly to this, using his grip on Lenny’s balls as a shock-absorber to more easily accept Lenny’s forceful thrusts.
Lenny’s cock began to slide deeper into Arthur’s throat with each thrust. Arthur choked as Lenny seemed to abandon any concern for his lover, his mind dominated with a primal lust to ejaculate. Lenny’s thick cock grinded against the walls of Arthur’s asphyxiating throat, each time he choked, his spasming throat stroked Lenny’s cock, driving him to thrust even more wildly.
Lenny’s breath became ragged as he felt his balls swell in anticipation. In one final thrust, Lenny drove his cock down to the hilt in Arthur’s face, his throat constricting around his cock, driving Lenny over the edge – his pelvic muscles spasmed wildly as he unloaded his seed down Arthur’s throat.
Arthur spasmed as he felt the cock in his throat begin to pulse. He was on the brink of passing out, but the sensation of Lenny’s monster pumping hot cum directly into his stomach drove him to his own explosion of pleasure. Cum dribbled from Arthur’s cock as Lenny finally slid his member out of Arthur’s distended throat.
Arthur gasped and coughed for a long while while Lenny sat and pat him on the back.
Finally, Arthur choked out, “God damn, Lenny, did you really have to go that hard on it?”
“Sorry, Arthur,” Lenny said penitently, “I guess I just lost myself. You know, it felt so good, and all. And besides, it doesn’t look like you hated it too much.” Lenny gestured at the puddle under Arthur’s balls.
“Yeah, yeah. You best not be giving me any more grief about that after this,” Arthur chided.
“Oh, don’t worry,” Lenny smirked, “As long as you keep sucking me like that you won’t get any grief from me.”
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This is a fanfic that my husband wrote. I thought it was awesome and wanted to share.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/9yjxb3/arthur_and_lenny_mm