Dick In The Desert - Chapter 1
The following is an erotica tale of Cowboys.
Dick was an incredibly handsome man with black thick hair, strong jaw, piercing dark eyes, 6 feet tall with a rock solid body sculpted by years of hard work.
He was a lover and a wanderer. He did both every chance he got. He travelled through rough country, stopping at at small towns to rest, earn some coin, and love a man or two.
His face was dark tanned from hours in the sun with small wrinkles at the corner of his eyes from smiling. Dick smiled a lot, he was surprisingly happy guy, considering the road he travelled, but he spread that happiness wherever he went. Men and women both loved him, working hard to get him to settle down, to stay with them.
But Dick liked to wander, it was in his heart and soul. Maybe he was hoping to meet Mr or Mrs. Right, but even then, they would have had to wander with him, for it was who he was.
No matter how bad things got, he seemed to find some humor in it some of the darkest days, to see things in a different light, one that made him smile or even laugh. And it always drew in others, people who’s faces showed the hard lines of a hard life, but Dick would get them smiling and sometimes, if he was in the mood, more.
This good nature and happy state of mind pulled him through many of the hard times he experienced travelling the country on horseback. It also got him out of some prickly situations. Situations that might have been the ruination of other less good natured souls.
Wandering Dick, as his nickname suggested, liked to wander, he liked to see the sites, but he had no real plan, except to love the special men and women he encountered along the way. He loved people of all types, finding beauty in their uniqueness, the beauty of life and adventure of wandering was what he lived for and he had much of both in his travels.
He wasn’t a womanizer or a manzier, if there’s such a thing, he didn’t bed them all, but he loved them all, got to know as many as he could, and bedded the special ones, the ones that he really fell in love with and who fell in love back - most of them fell for him, a few were wise enough to crush those feelings early and simply enjoy Dick’s strong muscular body and hard, thick eager cock.
But always the urge to travel, the urge to move on would drive him to one day tell a tearful lover goodbye, but that they would meat again, probably in heaven.
He was in one particularly small town, the frontier town of Thunderglen.
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There wasn’t much here to speak of: a saloon, a store with some basic necessities, a church, and of course the Sherrif’s with a couple of cells.
When Dick first arrived the town folk were curious but suspicious and remained distant. Strangers were rarely good news, especially in this small frontier town, far off the beaten path, positioned between nothing and a swath of desert.
Dick found the saloon, the standard fare, swinging doors out front, rooms and brothel up above, roudy laughter and out of tune piano spilling out through the front.
As he entered the voices stopped, the music stopped and everyone turned to watch as the stranger sauntered up to the bar. This was the moment it either went well or went south.
Dick motioned for the bartender who was leaning against the counter, slowly wiping a dirty glass with a dirtier rag.
“I’d like to buy everyone in the house a round or two of drinks my good man!”
And with that the room roared back to life, frowns turned to grins, the piano once again belted out a juanty if somewhat disjointed tune and the whiskey began to flow.
“Thanks for the coffin varnish,” one tired old whore said as she eyed Dick up and down. She tossed the shot back, slapped the glass on the counter and adjusted her ample bosum to ensure Dick understood her particular gifts.
But Dick was in the drinking mood and order another round for the house. A cheer went up and another round of firewater spilled it’s way across the bar and into eager mouths around the room.
Dick was now almost one of the gang, laughing and showing his goodwill, the majority of the town’s people were quick to accept him as a refreshing change to the local scenery and soon several of them had begun to indicate an interest in getting to know Dick a little better.
He held off on indulging in any of the offers despite the fact that many were quite appealing and tantalizing. Instead he waiting for the crown jewel of the small town, there was always one, one gorgeous beauty that would feed Dick’s need.
It was as they were finishing the third round of whiskey, generously supplied by Dick and his rapidly dwindling stack of coin when the local sheriff wandered in and eyed the drunk end rowdy crowd.
The room went silent again, the paino lid shut and everyone watched as the Sherrif siddled up to the bar.
The barkeep immediately slapped an overflowing shot of whiskey in front of the intimidating representative of law and order.
The sheriff was a large well-built man with square muscles, a stern-faced and cold grey eyes. His gun belt hung off his angular hips, slung low, a shining oval belt buckle drawing the eye down to a heavy bulging crotch.
He was a man in every sense of the word and could make you feel small and threatened with just a glare from his crystal grey eyes. These eyes now fixed on Dick with suspicion as he assessed the other man. The whiskey sat untouched in front of him for a moment then he looked down, reached for it and in one quick motion threw it back, swallowed the amber liquid with and a satisfying sound, and slapped it back down on the bar.
He was quick, that was the message, a quick draw. Quick to kill if required.
Then he turned and looked at Dick again. He hooked his thumb through his gun belt and strode over to where Dick stood, surrounded by several women and a couple of men, all of them drunk and previously giddy with expectation. Now they looked at the sheriff and their smiles faded as they shrunk back slightly and waited.
All of them had had an encounter with the sheriff at one time another, usually due to drunken stupidity or money trouble. The sheriff was a fair but hard man and you didn’t want to be on the bad side of him. He had a way of making you pay for your mistakes.
“I’d like to give you a warm welcome to the town of Thunder Glenn,” the Sherrif said, “but I’m going to tell you that under most circumstances strangers around these parts, especially saddle bums-”
“I ain’t no drifter,” Dick said, and there was an audible gasp from the crowd, “no disrepect sir, but I’m just a wandering spirit, trying to find my place in the world.”
The sherrif gave him a long stiff stare, “no offence taken. Now as I was sayin, strangers aren’t generally welcome as they tend to bring trouble with them. ” He stopped there and surveyed the room, “and judging by the drunkenness around here it seems that you’re already on a bad path to setting up some kind of scam or ill deed. What was the plan? To get them all passed out drunk and go through their pockets relieving them of all the worldly possessions. then disappear into the night?”
Worried looks, wallets checked, whispers and shaking heads, the town seemed to be turning on old Dick, forgetting the rounds of belly warmer he’d been generously pouring down their throats.
“Oh in case you didn’t realize,” he tapped the tin star on his vest, “I’m the sheriff this town and I don’t tolerate no kind of funny business or thievery, you got that?”
“I understand Sherrif,” Dick said, averting his eyes to show his submission. He couldn’t help it but his eyes went straight down to the Sherrif’s impressive crotch bulge and Dick found himself wondering how thick a piece of meat the man was packing.
He must have let his gaze linger a little too long on the man’s well filled package for when his eyes returned to the face of the Sherrif, he found he was being scrutinized and the man was clenching his jaw, making the muscles at the square edge of his face buldge slightly in a very intimidating way.
“I ain’t causin’ no trouble,” Dick said, taking the appropriate tone. “I’m simply a happy but weary traveller who has stumbled upon your fine little town and am looking to make some new friends and possibly earn a little coin before moving on.”
The sheriff gave him along hard look and asked, “From which town have you come?”
The town leaned in, curious, as if this would tell them everything they needed to know.
“I’ve come from Grimwood.”
There was an audible inhalation of breath and several people made the sign of the cross over their chests.
The sheriff raised an eyebrow. “Grimwood has quite the reputation. I’m impressed you made it out of there with your skin intact.”
“I believe it was my goodwill, sir and my good nature that gets me through some of the tougher towns in these here parts. I’ve been to Grim Cliff, Crazy Run, Skull Trails and Hells Summit, to name a few. All ferocious as lions upon my arrival but purring like happy pussies on the day I left. I have a way you see of cheering a town up. You’ll see Grimwood will be better off having known me.”
“It is you who will be better off having known Grimwood, my friend. But we’ll see,” the sheriff said looking Dck up and down. “Are you packing iron?”
“I was but I lost it in the river as I was crossing.”
“Good. Are you planning on buying one while you’re here?” The Sherrif already knew the answer.
“Yes, or earning one.”
“If you’re planning to stay here for a bit, bring it to me as soon as you receive one then you can have it when you leave.”
“Yes Sheriff.”
The Sheriff looked around the room. “Okay I don’t want to be in the way of your lappin’ and sinnin’. But you keep it civil tonight, I don’t want no shennanigans or thrashin’s or there be hell to pay in the morn.”
Several of the tougher men nodded and stared at their feet. A tough old whore looked about to say something but the man beside her clamped his hand over her mouth and gave the Sherrif a wide toothless grin.
The Sherrif hiked up his leather belt and the guns at his sides shifted heavily. He gave Dick one last withering glare from his crystal cldear gray eyes, saying more with them than words could ever convey.
“This town doesn’t need no trouble. You best to remember that,” he said. Then he turned and sauntered away giving dick a perfect view of his hard round bubble butt, snug in his dark pants.
Dick felt his cock jump at the sight of it. Nothing turned him on more than a close encounter with an alpha male, and this Sheriff was one of the tougher, meaner alpha males he had encountered in his travels. He briefly imagined the sweet pain of the Sherrif forcing himself into Dick’s tight hole.
After the Sheriff had exited through the swinging doors of the saloon, the music started again as did the laughing and the drinking. For everyone there, it was as if nothing had happened, except for Dick, he had seen that which he had come to town for. He had seen the trophy he had to have.
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Lazy Afternoon
10th floor, condo, beautiful view of the city, far enough away to not see the details, the litter, the grime, the people. Her faint reflection stared back at her when she looked up. Her shirt rubbed lightly against her left nipple and she felt a brief shiver of pleasure. It had been a while.
Out in the hall she could hear the building super dragging the vacuum back and forth across the carpet, making sure the tiny bits of yesterday were removed, as much as possible anyway. He was single, he was actually very attractive, muscular, but he was odd and he was a building super. She wasn't a snob, but she was used to more sophisticated men.
The vacuum stopped and she imagined him out there, leaning slightly towards her door, listening. Was he that odd? She didn't think so. Why was she fantasising about her odd building super? It had been a long time!
She got back to work, trying to focus on the screen, but part of her was waiting for the vacuum to start up again, but it didn't. She knew he wasn't done, and now she was curious.
She thought for a minute, then got up from her desk, went to the kitchen and looked under the sink. The trash was almost full enough to look worthy of dropping down the chute. She unhooked the bag, tied it up, hesitated only a moment before unlocking her door and heading out into the hall. What the hell was she doing?
The vacuum sat there, silent, about half way down the hall. The cord snaked past her and around the corner. The hallway was quiet.
She walked slowly towards the garbage chute, listening, wondering where he'd gone. He must have had an emergency somewhere in the building. She was tempted to move the vacuum to another spot, to mess with him, just a harmless joke.
Then she heard voices, down the hall around the corner, she wasn't sure what to do, now she felt stupid. She was about to turn around and head back when she saw their reflection in glass of one of the hallway pictures. It was the super and her married neighbour Sue. The two were standing very close, maybe too close for a professional tenant/super relationship. Then she saw Sue reach out and run her hand down the Super's chest. She let it trail down slowly, stopping at his belt which she hooked with her finger. For a moment, she actually felt a little jealous!
She stood there, holding the half filled bag, watching the ghostly image of her neighbour and super come together for a deep and passionate embrace. She wanted to turn around and go back, but she couldn't, she was transfixed.
The embrace became a deeply passionate kiss that lasted an achingly long time. The door behind them opened and Sue's husband appeared. She caught her breath, her heart stuttered in her chest, she didn't need to see this. She was about to turn and hurry back to her condo but then something odd happened. Sue laughed!
She stood there, now watching the three ghostly figures, standing together. Sue pulled away and they stood there, talking quietly. Then Sue's husband leaned forward, seemingly to kiss Sue, but he passed her and came face to face with the super. Was there going to be a fight after all?
She stared into the reflection, not sure she was seeing right, but then when the super circled his arms around the other man's waist and pulled him close, it was clear they were now doing what he and Sue had been doing only moments before. She wasn't a prude, but seeing two men kiss did something to her stomach and other parts of her.
She made some sort of involuntary sound, and the kiss stopped as all three turned in her direction. Could they see her the way she saw them? Reflected in the picture glass?
There was a long taught moment, then someone laughed. There was more quiet discussion and the three of them slipped in through the open door, closing it behind them.
She want back to her condo, set the half full garbage bag just inside the door then she went to her desk and sat down. She stared at her reflection in the window again, the city looking clean and organised spread out as before, but she knew she wasn't going to get any work done that day.
Thursday Then Monday
It was obvious from the moment I saw him, something was wrong.
Clearly things were not going to go our way.
Plain and simple.
It was suddenly apparent that she knew.
Evidently I had missed a scene.
With a general disregard he walked away.
The weight of the unsaid words was palpable.
The sound of her anguish was distant but distinct.
When he returned the glimmer in his eye made it clear his decision was definite.
If he knew he was going to lose, it was with a blatant disregard for the consequences.
Moments later, she stood in the doorway and made a single overt gesture.
Her emotional reaction was clearly a glaring oversight on my part.
He told her there was nothing she could do, which was a barefaced lie.
I thought I had made myself explicitly clear when I explained things, but something had been lost in translation.
I had always prided myself on being transparent, now I wished I was invisible.
The next day at work their absence was conspicuous.
When I saw him again, there was undisguised hatred in his eyes.
When I saw her again, the tears had streaked her face with makeup, her anguish was unmistakable.
The tremor in his hands when he gave me the letter was barely noticeable.
The remnants of our friendship was barely perceptible.
Her churning emotions were visible in the way she grabbed at him in the parking lot.
The loss for everyone was recognisable but it was too late, the damage had been done.
The entire charade was manifest.