Dream Come True
by Wyndewalker
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Ezra let out a soft surprised gasp when hands suddenly grasped his hips and pulled him back to rest flush up against a long, lean body. He knew without looking who was behind him, though that knowledge only increased his surprise. Then pale blonde hair came into view in the soft moonlight filtering into the shadows of the barn as a head bent to kiss and nibble at his neck. His manhood swelled and grew stiff inside the constricting material of his pants. His breaths came in short pants at the feel of the answering denim clad erection fitted snugly against his backside. He'd wanted this man almost from the day they'd met but even he knew there were some things that were unattainable to him. And this man was definitely one of them. Until this moment.

The brush he'd been using to groom Chaucer fell from his hand as he was turned to face the wall of Chaucer's stall. The strong hands and lean body never lost contact as they maneuvered him into a position they liked. Ezra whimpered, bracing himself against the wall, as a hand moved to the front of his pants and quickly undid the buttons. He gasped and bit his lip when the same hand slid inside the confining material to draw out his straining erection, stroking it to greater hardness.

Lost in the feel of the hand stroking him, Ezra barely noticed when his pants were pushed down around his ankles. He did notice when slick fingers slipped between his cheeks to swirl around his tight opening. Wanton and eager, he spread his legs as far as his pants would allow, earning several more nibbling kisses that moved up his neck until teeth caught and tugged on his earlobe, making him moan.

Then one of those fingers was pushing inside him, making him moan even more. His head fell back against the shoulder of the man behind him while his hips tried to decide which way to thrust. The decision was taken from him as the invading fingers and stroking hand moved in tandem to push and pull him between them.

Suddenly they were gone and Ezra mewled in distress, incapable of forming a coherent thought, much less speaking. There was a grunting sigh behind him, then the hands were back spreading his cheeks. At the feel of the blunt cockhead pressing against his opening Ezra thrust backwards impaling himself, eager to feel this man buried inside him. He barely managed to choke back his scream of pleasure and pain. When he tried to push back again, wanting more, the strong hands gripped his hips preventing him from moving.

One hand slipped around to gently pet his stomach, drifting down over his quivering flanks as he whimpered and mewled, wanting to be taken then and there. After a moment he managed to relax, to stop fighting against the hands holding him still. Feeling his surrender, the man began to move. With slow steady strokes he withdrew then thrust deeply into Ezra's tight channel. Allowed to move, Ezra met him thrust for thrust, panting and whining as each stroke rubbed over that small nub of pleasure deep inside him.

The man behind him grunted and groaned as he thrust harder and deeper into Ezra, driving them closer and closer to the edge. Ezra cried out as a hand circled his manhood once more, roughly bringing him to climax with a few quick strokes. His inner muscles clamped down around the cock inside him and the man came with a muffled shout, biting down on his shoulder.

Several minutes passed as they stood there panting before the man slid his softening cock from Ezra. He couldn't move as the man reached down and pulled up his pants, gently tucking in Ezra's limp manhood before redoing the buttons. Ezra heard the rustle of cloth as the man fixed his own pants. Another soft kiss was placed against his neck before the man in black drifted away into the shadows.

Chaucer shifting and bumping into him broke Ezra from his daze. Blinking, he was surprised to find himself standing next to the gelding, brush still clenched in his hand resting on Chaucer's withers. He shifted uncomfortably realizing he was still hard. It was as if the encounter had never happened.

"What just happened here?" he asked out loud.

Chaucer nickered in response, bending his neck to nuzzle at his beloved master. Ezra absently pet the long face.

"I'm losing it, old boy," he murmured to the gelding. "It's the only thing I can think of. I've been alone so long I'm starting to imagine things."

He sighed, patting the gelding once more, before slipping out of the stall. What he needed was a stiff drink and a good game of poker. And maybe he'd be able to do a little surreptitious watching. Leaving the livery, he glanced around the night-darkened town. He nodded to Josiah sitting outside the jail as he passed on his way to the Saloon.

Each step was pure agony, as the cloth of his pants seemed to grow even tighter. Realizing his arousal was becoming quite obvious to even the most casual observer, he turned down the alley next to the Saloon. Intent upon reaching the outhouse and relieving his problem, Ezra didn't realize he wasn't alone until strong arms grabbed him and pushed him back against the wall. He had the barest glimpse of a familiar hat and long hair before his captor was kneeling down and agile fingers were undoing the buttons of his pants. He felt the brush of cool night air against his sensitive organ for only the briefest of moments before it was engulfed in the wet heat of his captor's mouth.

Ezra pressed his head back against the wall, not caring that his hat dropped to the ground. His back arched trying to thrust himself deeper into the welcome heat, his mouth open in a silent cry of pleasure. Like before, a strong hand kept his hips pinned against the wall preventing him from moving. The other hand rolled and fondled his balls.

He whimpered when the mouth withdrew from his cock only to gasp as a tongue slowly licked him from base to tip, curling around him as it went. Then just the tip of his cock was engulfed and laved with that talented tongue. Ezra knew he was close, had been perilously close even before this sweet torture began. Again and again the man kneeling before him brought him to the edge only to leave him dangling there. Certain he could take no more of it he managed to moan, "Please."

That seemed to be what the man wanted to hear as he deep-throated Ezra, sucking him down to the root. Ezra threw his head back, cracking it against the wall and seeing stars as his hips twitched and bucked, emptying his seed into the relaxed throat. If he'd been able to draw breath he was sure he would have screamed out his climax. As it was he stood there panting for several moments while the man continued to lick him clean, then tucked him back into his pants. The man rose like an apparition to his feet, gently placed a kiss on Ezra's lips before turning and striding away into the darkness.

Raucous laughter from the front of the alleyway broke Ezra from his daze. He found himself standing in the middle of the alley, hat fixed firmly on his head, and once more painfully erect. He was losing his mind. That had to be it. He was hallucinating these encounters and he wasn't even under the influence of one of Nathan's noxious teas. Screw the drink and poker game, Ezra thought silently, groaning at his choice of words. There's half a bottle of brandy still in my room. I'll simply partake of that whilst I alleviate my condition.

Determined now to follow through with his planned course of action, Ezra strode to the back stairs of the Saloon and hurried up them to the second floor. Thankfully he passed no one on the way to his room. With only a brief moment of fumbling he managed to fit the key into the lock and open his door. Closing the door behind him, he paused as a familiar scent wafted through the air. Familiar, but completely out of place here in his room.

A brief flaring of light and the lamp by his window came to life. The soft light illuminated the features of Chris Larabee, the leader of their group, the man in black, one of the two men he so ardently desired.

"Mr. Larabee...what...how... Why are you in my room?" Ezra stuttered out, praying that the darkness hid the bulge in his pants.

Chris seemed to study him for a moment, his head tilting to the side as he took a drag from his cheroot. "We've been waiting for you."

"W-we, Mr. Larabee?"

A slight rustle had Ezra looking to his left and finding himself staring into the grinning features of Vin Tanner, the second in command of their group, the tracker, and the second of the two men he so ardently desired.

"Yep. Been waitin' on ya, Ez. Thought ya weren't ever gonna come." The soft voice rasped in the darkness, sending a shiver of desire to his already rampant erection.

"You have?" Ezra squeaked, a tremor running through him at the possible double meaning of the words.

"Ayep," Vin murmured, moving so that he was standing in front of Ezra. He moved in real close forcing Ezra to step backwards until he bumped into the wall, then pressed his body full-length against the gambler's. Hands on Ezra's hips, he ground their pelvises together making the smaller man moan. "Been waitin' a real long time."

Ezra groaned into the tracker's mouth as he was thoroughly kissed. Then they were moving away from the wall and Ezra felt Chris's long, lean body pressing against his back. Like in his dreams, Chris began to nibble and kiss his neck while rubbing up against his backside. The last coherent thought Ezra had was a fervent prayer that this wouldn't turn out to be just another dream.

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Part 2
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