Chapter Two
#2 of An Angel's Heart
Ok, the warning, this story has romance between two males and sex between three. If you don't like it, stop right here and don't read on. If you are still reading on and you don't like it, then I'd like to know why you were browsing the M/M page of yiffstar. Not only that, if you are underage, you can't really sue me anyway because if you tried you would get in enormous trouble for looking at this stuff illegally. Then again, you could probably sue your parents for uninformative upbringing. In any case, I honestly do hope you enjoy the story. So read on :-)
Stan strode down the street, just about ready for anything he was so happy, greeting every person he saw with a warm smile and a wave. The day was at it's hottest and most sensible people were still in doors. Thankfully it didn't take him long to find the office, and pretty soon he was marching up the steps giving himself one more look over in a nearby window reflection, making sure everything was in place so he looked his best. He knew that the stallion was more than likely not interested in another guy, let alone a clutz like himself, but he wanted to impress him anyway. Finally satisfied, he turned the knob and walked through the door, not looking up until it had shut behind him. When he did look up, it was struck with awe. Alex was relaxing in a chair behind the main desk, hands propped up behind his head -- nothing unusual about that. What caught Stan's attention was the fact that he had no shirt on and was naked from the waist up, his toned muscles clearly defined by the short black coat of fur and his jeans almost sensuously low on his hips. Alex grinned and stood up, moving around the counter and walking up to Stan, gently placing a hand on his cheek and softly stroking it. Stan, unable to take his eyes off of Alex's, leaned his head into the warm palm and murred weakly.
"I . . . I can't believe . . ."
"shhhhhh . . . quiet now little guy." Alex whispered, drawing Stan into his arms and licking over his nose, lapping at it gently as he pressed the other's head to his chest.
"Anything you'd like?"
Stan sighed and smiled, rubbing his muzzle against the broad chest which was lightly sented by the salty, but not at all unpleasant smell of clean sweat.
"Yeah, I'd . . . I'd like to . . taste you, if it's alright . . ." He responded softly, casting a hopeful look up at those blue eyes as he lapped at one of Alex's nipples. Alex chuckled and gently pulled himself away, slowly undoing his belt and fly and taking out a large black cock, lowering his pants just enough to expose his large stallion balls. He began to stroke it and laid a kiss on Stan's nose.
"All yours horsie . . ."
Stan kneeled down, still staring at the midnight blue eyes, and then lowering them take in the sight of the stallion's intimacy there in front of him, the smell of the musk filling his head. He followed it down as Alex kneeled too, who reached down to Stan's pants and undid them, pulling them down to the knees and doing the same with the underpants. Stan leaned forward and took the flared glans into his mouth, stroking over them with his soft tongue as he massaged his hands over the masculine tool, earning a deep neigh from the bigger horse. He slowly worked more into his mouth, rubbing his tongue down the curved underside of Alex's shaft, the back of his tongue rubbing against the head. As he did this, he felt two warm hands clasp his private, one cradling his balls and the other enclosing over his sheath and the head of his cock, which was sticking out. He whinied and tried to press them closer, getting the full length of Alex's cock into his mouth, the head bobbing in his throat. The cock straightened and he had to raise himself up to keep his motion, but he didn't mind because those powerful hands gently helped lift him, the one cupping his balls holding him up between his legs and the middle finger stroking between his buttocks. Stan wanted desperately to taste his lover's cream, playing his throat on the cockhead as much as he could and then began to softly bite on the base of the black shaft.
"mmMMGAAAACK!" Stan nearly threw up as he jerked himself up off the bedpost, his teeth clanging with pain from trying to bite the metal. When his head had cleared and after several seconds of coughing, he flopped back onto the bed and gazed stunned up at the ceiling of his hotel room . . .
"It was a . . . dream? Oh darn, darn da-" he cut short as he felt the bedsheets sticking to his back and mane. "What on earth . . ." he pulled the sheets off and sniffed them, then grasped his mane, feeling it with a look of horror. "Maple Syrup!!" As if that weren't enough, he looked outside to see the sun almost setting, marking that several hours had passed since he had gotten to his room.
"The Sheriff is still waiting! Oh Darn Darn Darn Darn Darn!!!!!"
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Stan raced down the street with a frenzied look in his brown eyes as he searched for the office, every building seeming to purposefully confuse him by making itself look like all the others. Finally he found it, and raced up the steps barely having time to open the door before he went barrelling through it. His mane was a tangle of hairs from a rushed washing, maple syrup still stuck in some prominent matts, his clothes wrinkled and his shirt tucked in so haphazardly it might as well have been worn backwards. He leaned heavily on the doorframe, trying to catch his breath. He heard a chuckle from across the room and a Alex's good-natured voice followed.
"Ah, there you are. I was kinda wondering if you had high-tailed it outa town for a while there."
Stan looked up to respond but his voice was immediately stuck in his throat. There sat the sheriff, naked from the waist up and looking as tempting as ever. His pants weren't quite as low as in the dream, but to Stan's mind that made him look all the better. His gold badge was clasped to the belt, and it flickered in stark constrast to the black of his well-muscled abs as he stood up and walked toward Stan.
"Stan, I said are you alright?"
"Huh? Oh yeah, I'm fine." he responded trying desperately to hide his blush.
"Alright, ya looked a bit zoned for a few seconds there. Musta been all the running in that heat. Feels better to go without a shirt like me and a lot of the townsfolk do durin' this time'a day." Alex grinned and patted Stan on the back, urging him toward the desk in the middle of the room. "Just need you ta sign these papers here, and . . . here's yer badge." Alex said, working the bit of pewter metal from his pocket. "I've not needed a deputy before, but you need a job and I need some company. Things get boring sittin' around in this office all day."
Stan grinned as he finished signing the papers and felt the urge to sing as he took the badge from the sheriff's hand, clipping it onto the side of his shirt (it was twisted around and the side was where the front was supposed to be). He looked up and grew worried when he saw Alex sniffing the air suspiciously. He prayed he hadn't left any smellabe residue from his . . . fun.
"Odd . . ." Alex said wonderingly, "Do you smell maple syrup?"
Stan laughed with relief and nodded his head.
"Yeah, I got some in my mane that was . . . a little hard to get out."
The black stallion grinned and walked over to a shelf, taking a small bottle from it and tossing it to Stan.
"Use that, it'll get everything from tree-sap to maple syrup outa of fur. I had ta use some myself after our little collision this morning."
"You did?"
"Yep, pretty sticky stuff. Got any experience with a gun?"
"A gun? Oh sure I know all about them." Stan lied, grinning.
"Great! Com'on outside for a sec." Alex replied, motioning through the door with with his head.
Stan nodded, his eyes sparkling with delight as he followed the Sherrif out. Alex stopped at the bottom of the steps and pointed off to a pole down in an ally across from it. Mounted on the pole were 6 white targets. Stan suddenly realized what was going to happen and stared numbly at the white specs as a strong hand shoved a revolver into his own.
"Let's see ya hit those targets."
"Huh? Oh, yeah . . . sure . . ."
Stan cringed as he raised his arm and aimed shakily at the top target, closing one eye and trying to line it up with the sight at the end of the gun. BANG! The gun kicked back and nearly hit Stan in the head as the bullet whirled through the air, nicking the corner off of the hole ridden bottom target. BANG! A second shot sounded but this time it hit the pole. BANG. A third shot went out and the bullet apparently didn't hit anything. By this time Stan was shaking from embarassment and barely mustered up enough gut to cast a fertive glance at Alex, who was hiding a chuckle with his hand as he gazed at the targets.
"I guess ya haven't been out shootin' for a while."
"No . . . a long while." Stan replied, hanging his head and focusing on the dust specs spattered on his shoes. Alex got down behind Stan and gently gripped his hands, repostioning them as he started off telling him how to properly aim. The lessons were all well and good, but Stan's attention was on the sizeable package rubbing up against his rump, and before he realized what he was doing he let out a deep murr.
"You listening Stan?"
"Oh! Yes, right. I'm listening, just thinking about what you're saying.
"Ok" He chuckled.
Everything was turning out wonderfully.