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Belly to Belly and Chest to Chest
The hot Mexican sun beat down on the rugged hills outside Boca
Caliente. A vulture circled and watched the two figures lying in the rocks
outside of town. It knew that there was often food outside of this human
town, but these bodies still moved. The hungry vulture floated on over a
mountain, carried on hot desert air. It would return because there was always
food to be found here eventually. Vultures are patient birds. The two men looked down from the rocky ridge at the town. They had
tracked their quarry here, to Boca Caliente. They had heard of this town. It
was full of cutthroats and murderers, just the place to find English Paul.
This man had made it a lifestyle to gun down big men with no reason or
warning, and it was rumoured that he violated the bodies afterward. Big Dan and Dutch had started tracking Paul almost a year ago. They
had followed his trail of carnage here, to Mexico, and now they were ready to
claim their $10,000 reward. But first they had to get him out of Boca
Caliente and back over the Rio Grande to a Texas jailhouse to make sure this
sick bastard swung from a US rope! "Ok, lets split up and try to find him.
It will be quicker that way," Big Dan said to Dutch. "Alright, but be careful, big guy. You ain't
exactly small and stealthy you know." Big Dan smiled through his beard, stuck his stogie
back in his mouth, and started to sneak down the hillside towards town. Dutch
watched him go for a few seconds, remembering fondly how they had grown close
over the past year. Big Dan was dressed as usual for him, his jeans tucked
into his black boots, his blue flannel shirt tucked into his jeans, a leather
vest, red bandanna, big black hat, and of course his big .44 slung on his
hip. Dutch had been attracted to the big guy from the start. "Well, I
better get started," he said to himself and started down the draw. Big Dan was thinking much the same as his slightly smaller partner.
Dutch had been a great companion and friend on this yearlong hunt; he hoped
that this would not be the end of their partnership. Dan found himself on the edge of town and tried to keep his mind on
being quiet, but thoughts of Dutch kept running through his head, distracting
him. He thought of Dutch as he had left him, wearing his worn overalls, boots
and flannel shirt. Dan chuckled to himself. He had never seen Dutch without
his flannel and overalls, a typical son of a Dutch immigrant. Dutch was nearing town now as well and he too was not keeping his mind
on his work. He moved through town cautiously, thinking about Dan's big chest
and belly. He was getting a huge dripping boner thinking about it, making it
difficult to walk. Dan tried to stealthily sneak through town as well; he too was having
some difficulty walking with Dutch running through his head. The stocky
farmer's compact frame and hairy belly were hard not to think about. He had
just passed a darkened doorway when he heard a gun hammer being pulled back
and a click. The hairs on his big red neck stood up on hearing this
disturbing sound. "Don't move, Gringo," a voice said from behind him. Dan
raised his hands slowly. "Take his gun." A hand pulled his big .44 from its holster
on his hip. "Turn around slowly," he was instructed. Dan turned slowly and came face to face with English Paul. "You
have been on my ass for a year now," Paul said, "and it's time to
end this. Take his rig." The others with Paul took Dan's hat, gun belt and vest. "Tie his
hands," he instructed his lackeys. Dan was turned around and his hands were tied behind his back, making
his big chest seem even bigger. They marched him through the rest of town to
the courtyard and stood him in front of the bullet riddled and pocked wall of
what used to be a courthouse. Dan knew his fate but did not flinch or fear
it. Death came for every man, and he would meet his bravely.
His worst fear came to pass as they dragged Dutch out and placed him
beside him on the wall. They looked at each other and knew what was coming.
"Prepare them for execution," Paul ordered. The dark swarthy men came over to put blindfolds on the prisoners. As
they did -- Dan with his own red bandanna and Dutch with an old rag from one
of the Mexican's pockets -- they looked them over. They were your typical
Mexicans, dark, dirty complexions and long black moustaches. They walked
around with their shirts half open, showing off their hairy manly chests to
all.
The Mexicans grabbed hold of the prisoners and opened their shirts,
exposing their hairy chests for targeting. Dan and Dutch looked at each
other, both remembering the last time they had shared a bedroll and felt
their bellies and chests against each other. Both got hard thinking that they
would now be lying dead next to each other. Paul came over and informed them that he personally would execute
them. He also told them that before their bodies were cold he would fuck them
in the ass, then dump their bodies in the desert outside of town. He grabbed
each one's crotch and was pleased to find them hard. "Die well,
men,'" he said as he walked away.
Dan quietly told Dutch that it had been a pleasure working with such a
sexy and hot man. Dutch responded that he too loved working with the big bear
and was sorry it was over. Gunfire interrupted their thoughts. Dan felt the first hot slug tear
into his guts above his belly button. He flinched and gasped at the pain.
Dutch felt one tear into his belly and nearly doubled over with the impact
and the pain. Dan was moaning beside him but he could not tell how bad he was
hit. "Blam!" Another
round hit Dan to the left of his belly and he moaned in agony like a wounded
grizzly. He could not tell how Dutch was doing but could hear him in pain. Dutch felt the second round hit him high in the stomach just below the
ribcage; he staggered back against the wall and slid down to one knee, blood
oozing from two entry wounds and one exit. Dutch heard Dan growling with pain
and determination. He could see in his eye that Dan was facing it standing
and climbed back to his own feet. "Blam!" Another slug tore into Big Dan and staggered him
back against the wall. His guts were on fire and he was breathing hard. It
sounded like Dutch might be lying in the dirt squirming. He hoped he would
not suffer long.
"Blam!" The third round hit Dutch high in his chest. The
heavy slug threw him back against the wall. Dutch could taste blood and his
breathing was getting difficult. "Blam!" A fourth round tore into Dan's big gut, causing him
to gasp in pain as the hot slug burned its way into his innards. He was
fairly sure he heard Dutch breath his last after this round. Dutch took his fourth round in mid chest. The bullet missed his heart
but the pain and impact brought Dutch to his knees. He fell face forward into
the dirt and lay still.
"You're hard to kill, Big Dan. Your friend is already down. How
many more can you take?" "Blam!" The fifth round tore into his right chest, causing
Dan to exclaim in pain: AAAAGH! He moaned as the slug tore into his
lung. Unknown to Dan and Paul, Dutch was still alive. The last bullet has
caused him some problems and he could not move, but he was alive! The fall
had also knocked his blindfold askew and he could see Big Dan standing there
covered in blood, staggering against his fate. Dutch felt a massive boner in his pants as he watched the big bear die. "Blam!" The sixth round hit Dan in the left chest,
puncturing his other lung and throwing him back against the wall. He tasted
blood and was feeling weak as he staggered back to his feet. Dutch watched Paul as he walked up on Big Dan. "You took six
rounds from your own gun and you still won't die." Dutch could see that
Paul was impressed with his friend's stamina. "Very well, then." Paul pulled his own gun and aimed for Dan's heart. Dutch wanted to cry
out or flail or something, but all he could do was watch. "Blam!" The gun fired and Dan felt the slug rip through his
breast and tear his heart apart. A wave of numbness washed over Dan as his
body started to fail him. Blood filled his mouth and lungs and he slid down
the wall to his knees. Then he fell forward and lay still.
Dutch watched in frustration as his partner sank to the dirt and lay
still. Paul kicked him over onto his back. Blood was everywhere but there was
no sign of life. The blindfold was removed and Dan's eyes were staring into
eternity. Dutch could see his friend's face covered with blood and dirt. He
knew he would be next. English Paul looked over his handiwork. Two bloody bodies lay before
him and he could barely contain the rock that tent-poled his pants. He called
to his men. They knew what he wanted and came over. Dutch watched as the dark Mexicans took off their shirts and then went
to work on Big Dan's body. They pulled his boots off and set them aside. They
then unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off. Dutch watched as his friend's big body rolled and jiggled with the
movements. Dutch was not surprised to see that Big Dan had died with a big
hard cock, and from the way it was glistening in the sun, Big Dan must have
had a death orgasm when the bullet ripped his heart open. Dutch was pleased
that he had gotten the final reward. English Paul saw the cock covered with death cum and fell down on his
knees and sucked it for all the cum he could milk out of it. Then he stripped
away his clothes. Dutch watched as Paul stripped. He wasn't bad without his clothes, but
he was no big bear and Dutch was saddened that his big friend had died at
this small man's hands. Paul pulled Dan's legs apart and squeezed in between them. The big
bear was hard to handle dead like this, so he had his two men help him
manoeuvre Dan's body so he could penetrate his dead hairy hole. Again Dutch
had no choice but to watch his big friend's body move with the impacts of
Paul's frenzied thrusts. Paul started to fuck the bear's dead ass for all it was worth. Knowing
that he could leave no witnesses, he pulled out his gun and fired a round
into Dan's chest. The big body rolled with the impact. The two Mexicans were watching Paul and jacking off as he fucked the
body. They laughed as Paul fired another round into the body, making it
dance. They were stroking their meat hard and fast when Paul aimed his gun at
one of them and fired. The bullet hit the Mexican right in the heart and he
arched his back, shooting a great load of hot cum all over the ground and
then falling dead. The other Mexican shot his load right after, but was not
quick enough to avoid the bullet that entered his brain. He fell dead in
front of Dutch. Dutch watched as the dead man's eyes rolled up, then back
down as his body relaxed into death. English Paul came quickly after that. He arched his back and moaned as
he shot his hot jism deep into Dan's dead ass.
He lay on the cooling body to catch his breath. While he was lying
there, he looked over and saw Dutch. "Well, well, still alive I
see," English Paul snickered. He rolled off the big body and rolled over to stare Dutch in the eyes.
"Not as dead as I thought. We will have to remedy that." Paul got up and walked out of view. Dutch could only lie there and
wait, the body of his friend just a few feet away. Dutch heard Paul come back. From behind, Paul pulled Dutch up into a
kneeling position with his arm around Dutch's throat. "I am gonna do to you just what I did to your big friend over
there," he gloated. Dutch felt something hard in his back. Before he could do anything, he
heard BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! Paul shot three rounds into Dutch's back. The three rounds exploded his heart and lungs. Blood fountained out of the exit wounds in his chest and blood
filled his mouth and nose as he felt an orgasmic rush wash over him. Then he
fell to the dirt dead. Paul stood and looked at the four bodies pooling blood in the hard
desert soil. He leaned his head back and roared his psychotic laughter to the
sky. Paul then knelt down and stripped the boots and pants off Dutch. He
milked him of his death cum and rolled him over, face down. He propped
Dutch's legs under his body and proceeded to fuck him. He came quickly and
moaned his pleasure. Then he stripped the bodies, got his horse, put his clothes back on,
and hauled them outside of town into the desert where he left them for the
vultures. He deposited Dan and Dutch first, then went to the other side of
town to drop the Mexicans. It had been a very good day. Two dead bears and plenty more out there
to snuff. He laughed as he rode off. Big Dan and Dutch lay dead in the sun. They had ended up in death as
they had so often in life, belly to belly, hairy chest to hairy chest, naked
in the same bed..... The Mexican sun beat down on the rugged hills outside Boca Caliente.
The vulture circled and watched the two figures lying in the rocks outside of
town. He circled in for a landing. Food was once again available and he
slammed his sharp beak deep in big Dan's fleshy belly. Many other vultures
would soon join in and turn our two heroes into a pile of bleached bones and
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