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Ajax Part IV--Clint Walker ***editors note - before reading this story you may want to check out one called "Ajax's Fantastic Fantasy Machine". Without having read that one first you'll be a bit confused from the very start of this one; CLINT WALKER- There was another old-time western TV show star that drove me even more crazy. That was Clint Walker -who played the character Cheyenne. I checked the TV guide to see if reruns of that show were on anytime soon. Damn! I didn't see it anywhere, not even on a cable station. According to Stanley, I could put a video cassette into the VCR and do the same as I did on the TV, teleporting myself right into the scene I wanted to join. Clint Walker was in a movie called "The Great Train Robbery" and in one part of it ended up imbibing in some peyote that Kim Novak gave him. Hell, he ended up hanging by one arm from a tree, looking like a god-damned monkey with all his thick body hair. I was determined to get my hands (and mouth) on him before returning the machine to Stanley. The scene in "The Great Train Robbery" in which Clint Walker appears stoned on peyote is well into the film and I got more and more excited as I fast-forwarded through the first 2/3 of the tape. Knowing what was coming up made me horny as hell for a look at his hairy muscular body. At some point of the movie Kim Novak (the female lead) has to divert Clint's attention so her partners can rob the bank. She takes him out to the country for a picnic and gives him peyote, which is an ancient Indian hallucinogen. I think some tribe of native Americans still use it for some religious ceremony. It came up fast and all of a sudden I realized I was seeing the scene. I stopped the tape and rewound it just a bit, grabbed Stanley's remote device and got ready. Clint Walker is hanging from a tree branch on one arm, appearing like a big chimpanzee, a big hairy chimpanzee to be exact, and I zapped myself into the scene at the right time. He looked down at me and said "Huh, what the hell's goin' on here?" To see someone so straight-arrow and clean-cut as him absolutely shit-faced on peyote was sort of a turn-on in itself. Kim Novak is sitting on a blanket off to the side and I look at her as if to ask permission to cut in on the scene. "Go right ahead" she said, somehow sensing what I had in mind. "Here, have some of this first" and she held out a handful of the potent buttons of the drug. I popped a couple of them into my mouth and it took almost no time for them to take effect. "Wow!" I said, looking over at Clint Walker hanging one-armed from the tree. Everything about him seemed more exaggerated than before. He was more muscular, a lot more hairy and he had the same look of needful lust in his eyes that I had. I walked up to the tree from which he was hanging and put my hand right on his big bulging crotch, felt his huge cock beneath the material of his pants and worked at the zipper to unleash it. He let loose of his grip on the tree-branch and fell to the ground where I immediately completed the task of removing his pants completely. "Oh shi-i-it!" I said out loud, reacting to the massive size of this big man's cock. I'd figured that a guy as big overall as Walker was would probably be pretty well hung, but I had no idea it would be so incredibly huge. I don't think it was the drug making him seem bigger to me either. Once again I looked over my shoulder to see Kim Novak packing up her picnic basket and climbing into the horse-drawn wagon that had brought them out from town to get him away from the bank. "Don't worry" I told her "I'll keep him busy!" and I knew just how to do it. For well over an hour we stayed out there with his cock pounding my ass. We started out with him on the ground and me impaling myself on his straight-up rod and driving my horny ass down onto it. I couldn't remember when I'd been quite so deeply penetrated as I was that afternoon. I may have come first, blasting a load all over his hugely muscled, thickly haired chest, but his first climax put me to shame. No shit, it felt like a bucket of spunk was being jettisoned up my hole and I loved it. By the time we finally quit (he fucked me again while I got up on all fours in the dirt) the movie he was in was finished. I have no idea if it ended up differently in this version or not, nor do I care. All I know is that I returned to my apartment that Saturday afternoon with one of my lifelong fantasies fulfilled.