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Jake laid his burly form across the spent and sated back of his younger, slimmer partner in pleasure. Matt sighed contentedly at the feel if the big, round prospectors hairy, heavy body once more against his own, and the feel of his deflating dick slowly sliding from his sated body. Both men enjoyed the feel of their sweat soaked bodies conjoined. Jake rolled off Matt's muscular body to lie next to him, holding each other under the beautiful setting sun.

Their pleasant reverie was shattered by the sudden sound of a gunshot from nearby. Looking up sharply at each other in confusion and a feeling of de ja vu they then looked down into the canyon below and saw the two men Matt had noticed earlier standing at a bend in the river below, smiling and waving at the at the two lovers. The older, heavyset one was holding a smoking pistol he'd used to signal them.

"I don't believe it!" Matt cried, a sudden joyous smile broke out on his tired face. He whooped with excitement and waved excitedly to the two men far below.

"Who are they?" Jake asked a little embarrassed at being caught by a couple of strangers literally with his pants down.

"I don't know who the almost naked fella with the long hair is," Matt said waving back wildly at the men below. "But he big guy with the bushy mustache is my friend Hank!" Jake and Matt quickly dressed as Matt told Jake about Hank, and hurried down the bluff to meet Hank and his companion. Since Bart had driven off Jake's two horses, they were forced to ride together. This did not seem to be a disagreeable situation for either man. Matt rode in front and Jake sat very close behind him, his big round belly and crotch jammed against Matthew's sturdy back like a jig saw puzzle. Matt couldn't help but lean back into the burly man's firm body.

The motion of the horse’s cantor making them bounce and rub against each other was having a decidedly erogenous effect on them. Jake's rough, strong hands went from Matt's shoulders, down his arms, then over his hips, to stroke against the young man's denim clad thighs until both hands met at the young cowboys bulging crotch. Matt wriggled his butt against the aged prospector’s equally rampant crotch. The feel of Matt's strong body jostling against his chest was making Jake's nipples hard as pebbles. He really wanted to get to know this young man better; right now he would rather take this handsome young buck back to his cabin and make love to him.

Matthew was of the same mind. All he could think about as they rode along, bumping and jarring against each other was getting this good looking bull of a man's clothes off and taking an afternoon of pleasure, but he knew he could not let the murderous Bart just slip away. Even if he only got a little of the gold and could never return to the mine again without being caught, he could not be let allowed to escape the punishment he so richly deserved. First they would take care of Bart, and then they could take care of each other. Hank and Wise Bear had ridden their horse up the trail to meet the two men coming down. Hank’s arms firmly around Wise Bear’s naked waist.

The sun was setting when the four men finally met up; two coming down from the top of the butte, two coming up from the arid valley below. Two seasoned, patriarchal warriors, one dark skinned, young but tried and true medicine man, and one very young, adventuresome cowpoke.

Matthew McMillan quickly dismounted and ran down the trail to greet his friend, Hank Raynor and hugged him mightily. Hank was equally pleased to see his young companion and picked him up and swung him around in sheer delight.

"Hank!" Matt crowed happily at the feel of his partner’s thick arms tight around his slim, muscular body. "I was beginning to think I'd never see your ugly face again."

In his excitement at seeing Matthew so suddenly and unexpectedly Hank forgot himself and planted a wet, sloppy kiss square onto Matt's full mouth. Matthew equally happy at seeing the older, heavyset ranch foreman again after such a long separation would have kissed the horny, old trail bum in the middle of church on a Sunday morning.

The two men stood in the middle of the trail locked in a passionate embrace. Matt still a few inches off the ground held in Hank's strong arms, his long, lean legs wrapped tightly around Hank's waist, kissing deeply, in wild abandon. The setting sun causing their shadows to lengthen across the hot, dry desert floor, as their ardor caused their cocks to lengthen and harden in their hot and steamy jeans. This might have gone on for quite some time, and possibly much further, if not for Jake Matson's discreet cough.

"Sorry fella's," the short, round and rugged miner said tentatively as Matt and Hank reluctantly broke apart to look sheepishly at the embarrassed miner. "But it's gettin' dark. My cabin ain't too far away."

Hank let Matt's firm, lithe body slide down to the ground as he eyed the stranger warily. Matt stared just as guardedly at Wise Bear who stood a few feet behind Hank, holding the reigns of the horse they had rode across the desert.

Matt and Hank looked at each other searchingly and both men smiled with joy and hugged each other with a feeling of deep love and happiness. After introductions were made, the four men made their way down the hill and a few miles across the desert to Jake's cabin.

They arrived at Jake's homestead a little before sunset. The nearby cabin looked deserted. Matthew hoped that it was. The four men dismounted and drawing their weapons, began to search the camp, just incase Bart was setting a trap for them. But it looked as if the greedy claim jumper had made good his escape.

"He thinks you’re dead," Hank said thoughtfully. "He probably figures there's no rush to get to the gold. He'll wait a while before coming back to make sure Matthew here doesn't follow him to the gold mine."

Later, after they had taken care of the horses, the four men gathered in the main room of Jake's cabin and shared a meager dinner of beef jerky, beans and coffee. Jake and Hank took the two chairs around the dinning table while Matt and Wise Bear made themselves comfortable on a couple of thick, furry animal hides Jake had strewn around the rough hewn floor.

The four men had grown very friendly and comfortable with each other in a short amount of time and now sat around talking about their adventures. Jake broke out a bottle of whiskey they all shared, further mellowing their mood. After a couple of pulls on the fire water, Jake told his new friends how he had met the handsome young man, Bart. He had worked at the General Store in town, helping out the owner, Mr. Jasper Comstock. Mr. Comstock was a large, pleasant faced, no-nonsense businessman, who took full advantage of the boys circumstances. Or so was the impression given by the seemingly cowed Bart.

One night, Bart showed up at Jake's cabin. His face was bruised and his lip was bleeding. Bart told Jake that he'd had enough. He had told Mr. Comstock that he was not going to let him do those terrible things to him again. He said Mr. Comstock had become enraged and beaten Bart worse than usual and had thrown him out.

Jake had been incensed over the abuse of the boy and had been ready to ride back to town and thrash Mr. Comstock within an inch of his life. Bart had talked him out of it and the next thing Jake knew Bart had managed to wile his way into Jake's bed.

Jake had not felt good about making love with Bart so soon after the boy’s mistreatment and had figured that was why it was such a miserable experience for them both. Jake took care of Bart over the next few weeks, helping him regain his strength. The boy was constantly after sex and Jake thought the experience would improve with Bart's health and a few pointers from an experienced older man, but Bart remained a piss poor lover up until the day he had lured Jake out to the butte to bushwhack him after learning the location of his goldmine.

Matt and Wise Bear sat near each other on the floor listening as Jake told his tale. Both young men stared with lust filled eyes at the two stocky, silver haired roughnecks sitting across from each other at the table, passing the bottle of whiskey back and fourth. Hank commiserated with their host.

The two young men stole discreet looks at each other and even though they had not known each other long, and came from entirely different cultures, they understood exactly what was in the others mind. They grinned mischievously at each other constantly.

Hank and Jake were not oblivious to the longing looks of the two randy youths at their feet. But both men being wise in age and experience decided to tantalize their two youthful companions by pretending ignorance to the hardons both boys sported. Wise Bear's being a little more obvious since all he wore was a loin cloth which easily slid way from his rampant cock, leaving it exposed for all to see.

After Jake finished his story the four new friends sat quietly for a short spell. The two older men continuing to consume the bottle of whiskey. Hank was the first to notice Matt's hand snaking out to caress Wise Bears hard cock. At the feel of his new friends hand around his pole, Wise Bears closed his eyes and moaned with pleasure. Matt stroked the rampant flesh languidly, drawing out the sensations for both of them.

Wise Bear who had been sitting cross legged stretched his long, muscular legs out before him to give the young cowboy better access to his hard cock. Matthew leaned over and kissed the dark skinned boy tentatively until he felt the tip of a tongue brush his lips and the kiss between the two thin, well built young men deepened and they lay back on the floor, holding and stroking each other as they continued to kiss wetly. It was Hank and Jake's turn to stare lustfully now as the two men made love on the floor before them. Jake pulled the cord that held the loin cloth tied around Wise Bear's waist and cast it aside as the young brave pulled the shirt from Matt's chest and started licking and biting his nipples and pectoral area. Matthew sighed and running his hand down the other boy’s body until he cupped Wise Bear's firm, tight ass, pulled their bodies solidly together. Wise Bear enjoyed the feel of Matt's rough denim pants rubbing against his hard dick, but wanted to feel his hot flesh too. He rolled them over until the young brave sat astride the muscular cowboy’s lithe body and proceeded to unbutton his denim trousers. Hank took a good long pull on the bottle of whiskey and passed it to Jake who also took a big swig of fire water as they watched the two boys roll around the floor. Love and lust burned brightly in the eyes and hearts both older men. They looked at each other suddenly as if to say "WHAT THE HELL ARE WE WAITING FOR!!!"

The two older heavyset men quickly shed their shirts and boots, the whiskey bottle now forgotten and joined the two naked boys on the large animal hides. Wise Bear and Matthew grinned at each other in amused victory, and then made room for Jake and Hank on the heavy rugs.

It wasn't a matter of who was with whom, they all wanted to touch, fondle and hold each other. All clothing was soon shed as four bodies communed and conjoined. Matt was lying with Jake, holding each other tightly and hands wandering over each others bodies. Hank was lying with Wise Bear, licking, caressing and kissing passionately. But soon Jake was kissing Hank and fondling Wise Bear, Matt was sucking on one of Hank’s heavy, silver haired nipples. Wise Bear was soon sucking on Hank’s cock and Jake's fingers were probing his ass.

Matthew’s tongue soon took the place of Jake's fingers and Jake was sucking Hank's cock. Soon Wise Bear was flat on his back with his legs high over Jake's shoulders as the chubby miner fucked him hard and long. The eager lad’s long dick was a hot poker against Jake's silver furred belly. Hank straddled the young Indian brave’s face and was shoving his fat cock deep into the willing mouth. Matthew straddled Wise Bear’s stomach and leaned back against Hanks broad strong back while Jake sucked his rigid cock.

Wise Bear writhed and bucked as Jake's hard cock hammered his ass. Matt grabbed the back of Jake's silver haired head and vigorously face fucked the older portly man. Hank sent his cock over and over again into Wise Bear’s talented, hot mouth. All four men moaned and groaned in pleasure and ecstasy.

Wise Bear's throbbing dick suddenly erupted a white geyser, spraying white fire up over Jake's chest and chin and also hitting Matt's wide spread thighs and heavy balls. Matt reached out to rub the cum over Jake's face and over his own body. The feel of the hot liquid splashing against his scrotum set Matt off next with a loud cry of pleasure as he pulled back and erupted all over Jake's grinning face and Wise Bear's flat belly, which Jake quickly bent is head to lick up and smear his face in the remains.

Jake was the next to cum after watching the two boys explode all over him. His fat cock slammed into the young Indian’s wriggling ass a few more times and when he could hold out no longer, he came in a long hot stream of spunk and a cry of ecstasy and joy. Matt leaned into the enervated miner and kissed and licked his cum soaked face. Hank, feeling all the paroxysms of his cum patriots shot his load deep and long into Wise Bear's willing mouth. The orgasms happened one after the other but so close to one another that the cries and shudders almost seemed to happen together.

The four sated men lay holding each other on the very damp animal skins; finally falling asleep all together after a long and adventuresome day.

The next morning dawned bright and warm. They all bathed together in the stream that ran not far from Jake's cabin, taking their time about it and then had breakfast outside the cabin on the small porch.

"We're gonna need some supplies from town," Hank said nonchalantly. Never suspecting what dire consequences those words would have for the intimate quartet. To be continued.