The Outlaw's of the South

Chapter Thirteen

  Rebel moans softly as he squirms under the weight of his lover.
  After everyone had left, they wasted no time in undressing each other and getting into bed. It had been so long since they had actually made love in a real bed.
  "Oh my God, Ski!" Rebel groans, as his outlaw sucked and nibbled on his neck as he grinds his erection hard against the dark-haired male beneath him.
  "How do you want it?" Ski asks in a soft voice, as he nibbles on his lover's earlobe.
  "Hard, fast, and from the back." Rebel whispers.
  "Oooooo, I like the way you think, Doll." Ski smiles, as he attacks his lover's lip in a hungry, passionate kiss.
  BANG! BANG! BANG! Shots rang out from the streets below.
  "SHIT!" Ski yells, as he rolls off the bed on one side while Rebel rolls off on the other. Both grabbing their guns and running to the window.
  Leaning against the wall on either side of the window, they pull back the curtains to peek out.
  Skiler breathes a sigh of relief to see that it was just a drunk cowboy staggering around in the street shooting into the air.
  "We have to be a pretty sight." Rebel laughs, as he leans back against the wall. "Naked as jaybirds with our dicks hanging out."
  Skiler shifts his eyes from the drunken cowboy to Rebel. His eyes scan over his lover's well-sculptured body, his massive dick standing at full attention.
  "Oh, darling, yours definitely ain't hanging." Ski chuckles.
  "Guess who made it this way?" Rebel asks, biting his bottom lip as he makes his way over infront of his boyfriend. He reaches out and begins to gently stroke the outlaw's dick. "Shall we get back to what we were doing?"
  "Lead...Lead the w-way." Ski shivers, as Rebel's touch sent jolds of electricity through his body.
  Rebel turns and hurries over to the bed, climbing onto the bed positioning himself on his hands and knees.
  "Have mercy." Ski moans, as he see's his lover so eager to take his throbbing cock.
  Skiler lays down his gun and cllimbs onto the bed behind his lover. Rebel's rapid breathing and his entire body trembling with anticipation turned Skiler on even more than he was.
  The outlaw knew that Rebel wouldn't need much prep considering their VERY active sex life. But he did coat his finger with spit and ran it around the males entrance before sliding it inside.
  "Oh, heavens to Betsy." Rebel groans and throws his head back.
  Skiler works his finger in and out as he reaches between Rebel's legs with his other hand to gently squeeze his nut sack. Skiler adds a second finger causing Rebel to moan some inaudible words.
  "Baby, please! Just fuck me!" Rebel whines loudly, looking over his shoulder at the blonde. "I can't stand this torture." 
  "Whatevere you do, don't cum." Ski says, as he positions himself to enter.
  "I'll try." Rebel says quietly.
  "Trying is not an opetion, Mr. Attitude." Ski chuckles softly, as he slowly pushes his cock into Rebel. "I believe I said, don't."
  Rebel whimpers, dropping his head. The feeling he was experiencing was gonna make it hard for him not to release very soon. And Skiler was just getting started.
  Skiler grabs Rebel's hips as he quickens his pace. Thrusting harder and harder with each thrust.
  Rebel was groaning, whimpering, moaning and making other ungodly noises that he, himself, couldn't describe as he rocked back hard against Skiler's pounding.
  "OH SHIT! YEEESS!" Rebel screams out, as Skiler slaps him on the ass.
  Skiler knew that both would be bruised come morning. But it would be well worth it. He grips the dark-haired mans waist as he slams in one final time. His body reacting to the most intense release that he has had in a while.
  "OH! GOD!" Ski moans loudly, as he holds his lover in place as he rides out his release.
  "SHIT!" Rebel screams out, falling to his elbows and covering his head. Feeling his lover's cock spasm inside of him ws about to send him over the edge. "SKI! PLEASE! I CAN'T!"
  Skiler swallows hard as he tries to catch his breath. He pulls out slowly earning a whine from his boyfriend.
  "Roll over on your back." Ski says in not much more than a whisper, wiping the sweat from his face.
  Rebel does exactly as his lover had asked. He looks up at the outlaw with pleading eyes.
  Skiler takes Rebel's length in his hand and lovingly licks the pre-cum that was dripping form the slit.
  "Take me, please, baby." Rebel begs, as he closes his eyes.
  Normally, Skiler would take his time and enjoy the moment but he knew Rebel was hurting for a release. The blonde quickly takes his lover's dick into his mouth.
  Rebel knew he was, as people say, gifted in that area and he always wondered how SKiler could take his full length into his mouth and not get choked. But somehow he managed to do it. He guessed the blonde was gifted in his own way.
  Rebel wraps his fingers into the blonde's hair as he begins to thrust into his mouth.
  "SUCK IT, BABY, SUCK IT!" Rebel screams out.
  Once again the god awful noises were coming from the male's mouth as Skiler sends him over the edge taking all he had to offer.
  Rebel's arms dropped limply to his side. All his strength was gone.
  Skiler pulls the member from his mouth, kissing the tip as he looks up at his lover breathing heavily.
  "I'm done." Rebel says weakly, as he gives the putlaw a tired smile.
  "Me too." Ski says, as he falls exhausted next to his lover.
  They lay in silence for a few moments as they let their bodies recuperate. Once Rebel gained the strengeth, he rolls over and lays his head on Skiler's chest.
  "Have I told you lately that I love you?" Rebel whispers.
  "Everyday. I never get tired of hearing it." Ski smiles, as he kisses Rebel on the back of his head. "ANd trust me, baby boy, the feeling is mutual."
 
  Suddenly a loud band was at the door. Both men spring to a sitting position. They give each other a nervous glance thinking that it could be the manager. They sit quietly staring at the door.
   "Ski? Rebel? It's me." Abigor calls out.
  "Shit. Just a minute." Ski says, as he grabs his pants. Rebel quickly covers himself with the blanket.
  The outlaw hurries over to the door after he gets his pants fastened.
  "What?" Ski growls, as he opens the door for Abigor and Jenika.
  "Sorry, to interupt guys." Abigor apologizes as he see's SKiler shirtless and Rebel covered with a blanket in bed. "But it's Sam."
  "Sam? What's wrong?" Ski asks, calming his voice.
  "Lilly just brought him in. The old codger done went and broke his leg." Abigor says.
  "Oh, crap." Rebel says, as he throws back the covers and tries to gather his clothes that were thrown around the room.
  Jenika giggles at Rebel forgetting that she was in the room.
  "How the hell did he break his fucking leg?" Ski asks, as he slips on his boots and reaches for his shirt.
  "By falling off a ladder. I have no idea what he was doing." Abigor says, as he shrugs his shoulders.
  "He's too damn old to be climbing ladders." The outlaw replies, as he puts on his cowboy hat and reaches for his lover's hand. "Let's go."
  The old man behind the counter glances up to see the dour running down the stairs.
  "HEY! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO FREAKS DOING UP THERE?!" He shouts angrily.
  "Fucking." Ski answers, as he hurries by.
  Rebel smiles sweetly at the old man and flips him the bird as they exit the hotel.

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