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Just another normal day for Arthur— helping strange folk with strange tasks. Maybe today he'd go check on Mickey in Valentine, see how the mister was doing. He was currently in Saint Dennis, it'd be a hot second before he arrived in valentine. Hopefully something more interesting would happen maybe on his way there or when he got there.
Leaving the gang was the best choice he'd ever made but also the worst. Life was uneventful— comfortable but very uneventful. He missed the kind folk there, and Dutch wasn't the happiest about it but that didn't matter anymore. He wanted to settle down somewhere nice which wasn't going according to plan thus far, he's just as restless as ever.
"One ticket 'ta Valentine, mister."
Arthur said, laying the money on the counter. Why wasn't he taking his horse? Well he wanted to take the scenic route. He'd spent most his life only focusing on what was ahead of him not around him.
"One ticket right here. Ah, and a letter addressed to a Mr.Morgan, I assume that to be you?"
The man holds out the letter, waiting for Arthur to take it from him. It wasn't uncommon that the postman noticed who he was, he didn't exactly have a squeaky clean past.
He'd occasionally get letters from some of the gang members- Abigail talking about what shenanigans John and Jack were up to and some from Charles telling what's been going on in the gang. But this one wasn't from anyone in the gang, but the name wasn't completely unwelcome. Albert Mason. The photographer with worse than average luck.
"Well would ya look at that."
He grabs his ticket from the mans hand and walks out of the main station to get a comfy spot on the train he'd be on for the next while. Flicking open the letter it reads,
"Hello my friend!
I regret having to ask for assistance again..but I need a good man like you to help this fool once more. I'm north of Valentine, not too far off from the main trail. I'm aiming to get a photograph of the elegant brute that is the Bison! I would greatly appreciate your help friend.
With great gratitude, Albert Mason.
Arthur lets out a hearty snicker, folding the letter back up and putting it in his worn satchel. Well he got what he was wishing for, even if it was in an unexpected way. He'd admit he always had a good time watching Albert fumble around, trying not to get eaten or accidentally almost fall off a cliff after trying to test the integrity of it. He was a man with many, many weaknesses but with a great affinity for getting good photographs. Arthur had received the previous photos Albert had sent by mail and they were truly well taken.
Before he knew it he had finally arrived in Valentine. It felt good to be back after his time way, what didn't feel good was the smell assaulting his nose. If you didn't know it was a livestock town well now you do. First stop was the saloon for a quick bite and a room to rent while he stayed in Valentine. Next stop was going to see Mr. Mason, well hopefully if he hadn't gotten mauled by a squirrel yet.
He rented a horse from the stables, taking it up to where Albert had said he was. Surprisingly he saw Mr. Mason's horse and his equipment.
"The damn directions actually worked.."
He pursed his lips and just nodded in silence. Hopping off his horse, he walks up to Albert and taps him on the shoulder.
"You're saviors here Mr. Mason. Got yer letter a couple days ago."
Arthur waves the letter at Albert before putting it back in his bag. He was a little relieved to see a familiar face after a couple weeks just being on his own doing his own thing.
"Oh Mr. Morgan! So nice to see you again my friend, oh so very nice."
Albert claps as he turns around holding onto Arthur's lower back as he walks him back to his horse. He'd be denying himself the truth if he said he didn't miss the brute of a man all naturally rough and tough.
"I need you to herd a group of bison my way so I can get a majestic photo of them. Surely a strong man like you can handle this yes?"
His grip on Arthur's lower back tightens a little, feeling out the wide expanse of his back. He knew Arthur would agree, he was a good man inside and out…
"Well ehh…I guess I could give it a try..dunno how good Ill be though."
Arthur shrugs, scratching his scruffy facial hair with a gloved hand before pushing his hat down— a thing he did subconsciously more than he realized. He hops on his horse, pulling the reigns back to steady it.
"Ill be back in a couple 'a minutes. Make sure ya got that fancy camera 'a yers ready 'cause I'm not gonna herd all these bison up again for ya you'll have 'ta find another cowboy nice enough 'ta help."
"I really can't thank you enough my friend! I'll make sure to pay back all the kindness you've shown this poor fool soon enough."
Albert said with a slightly sultry tone insinuating something deeper than just simple gratitude for the cowboy.
"Why this feller keeps putting himself in these situations is beyond me…worse is I don't even know why I keep helping 'im.."
Arthur grumbles to himself as his horse trots further into the woods tracking nearby for the Bison Albert had supposedly known were nearby. This quiet ride really gave him time to think, mainly about how Albert's hand had been firmly placed on his lower back. He blushes a little at the flashback, shaking it off so he could focus on the task at hand.
"Bison…bison…bison..ah there ya' are."
His horse starts to get agitated, rearing back and neighing.
"It's alright girl, these things wont hurt ya..shhh"
He pats the horses neck, talking sweet to her to keep her quiet and calm. If she stirred the bison well they were both as good as dead. He'd known some good folk that got trampled sometime early on in his life…nasty sight…
He eventually finds a good position behind the herd, pulling his pistol out and shooting it in the air to scare them into moving. Usually this was a multi man job but he felt confident enough to do it on his own…and because Albert said he could do it..no room for these thoughts right now!
"Now go on! Get!"
He whistles at the herd, keeping them going in Mr. Mason's direction. He saw the man with his camera set up, he holds back off the herd, all of them still hustling in the same direction.
"GET YER CAMERA READY THEY'RE COMIN' IN HOT!"
Arthur hollers, bringing his horse around to stick with Albert in case anything went sour.
"And….got it!"
Albert checks his camera, nodding in approval at the photo.
"Very nice, very nice indeed. Good job Mr. Morgan!" He puts the photo in his horse's saddle bag, pausing after, a smirk appearing from underneath his mustache.
"Could you help me one final time? Ill give you my thanks after and be out of your hair!"
Albert says with a big smile, the corner of his eyes wrinkling up. He wants to give Arthur one last gift for the road..
Arthur hops off his horse, watching the bison hustle by before his head snaps back to Albert.
"You sure are asking for a lot of help today Mr. Mason…but I 'spose as a parting gift I could do one last thing.."
He says not thinking anything of it, well that's up until he hears the request of course..
"I knew you would agree Mr. Morgan! You're a good man— a good man indeed!"
Albert grabs his camera, hustling over to Arthur, already panting even after only running— well more like a sloppy fast walk— a short distance to where Arthur was standing.
"I just want one final photo..but for my a collection of my own..only for me to see.."
He mumbles the last half of his sentence, not really meaning for Arthur to hear that part anyways.
Arthur's eyebrows furrow, his tongue running over his teeth as he thinks. Albert hadn't said anything about any personal collection, maybe he was trying something new..
"I mean..I guess waddya have in mind?"
His arms fold and his hips tilt as he waits for an answer, he was thinking something along the lines of "oh I just need a photo of you Mr. Arthur!" Something harmless. Oh boy was he wrong..
"I'll personally guide you. I need you in a rather specific way."
Albert says, barely able to repress how he truly feels. His pants were already tenting slightly, his words distracting from the subtle bulge.
"Just lean right up against this tree right here Mr. Morgan..yeah just like that.."
He bites his lip as he pushes Arthur against the tree, feeling his heartbeat and the warmth underneath the palm of his hand. God it made his groin get warmer.
Arthur picks up on Albert's slightly flushed face his lips forming together in a small line. Was he sick? Well shoo Arthur didn't want to be sick..
"You sick there friend? Ya look awfully flushed.."
He looks down at the slightly shorter man, blue eyes looking into Albert's hungry green ones.
"Oh yes im perfectly fine. I just need some special assistance for this photo.."
Albert pushes his hand down Arthur's pants, hand already grasping around his soft cock.
"WHOA THERE PARTNER. WHERE D'YA THINK YER PUTTIN' THAT HAND OF YOURS…?"
Arthur's face starts to flush, his cock already starting to harden up under Albert's crafted hand. He let's out a small whimper, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat.
"You agreed to help me get a photo for my personal collection but you didn't specify what type of photo…I'm a fool after all Mr. Morgan."
The corners of his mouth turn up, hand still massaging Arthur's semi hard cock. He pressed his own groin up against Arthur's rubbing it gently against his, a shuddering breath leaving his mouth.
"I've dreamt this many of nights. It's partially why I sent you the letter to begin with..Heard you were in Sain Dennis so I took the gamble and sent it towards the post office there. I'm really glad you got my letter.."
he unzips Arthur's pants, watching his hard cock bounce out. It made him shiver with excitement. He fumbles with the buckle of his own pants, finally getting them down, his slightly smaller cock springing free, precum already coating the tip.
"I didn't..I didn't know this was what you'd had in mind..I mean what if someone sees us? We ain't too far from the trail…I dunno 'bout all this sir…"
Arthur's stumbles over his words, biting back a quiet moan as his pants slide down to reveal his hard cock. He wasn't completely against the Idea..This wasn't the first time he'd laid with a man but it was the first time in a long time.
"Give me a chance Mr. Morgan, You'd be killing two birds with one stone. Besides, it's getting dark out and folk would be too scared to wander too far off the path. Trust me my…friend.."
In his mind he wanted to be more but he didn't bother voicing it, he already knew Arthur wouldn't agree to that…maybe he could get away with a few late night visits though..he'd settle for that much at least.
"Shoo if we get caught it's all on you then."
Arthur tosses his hat off, popping the first few buttons of his shirt and slipping his coat off. He wasn't very hardly convinced since he trusted Albert enough to be vulnerable like this. It was a one time thing anyways…unless Albert were to reach out sometime in the future.
"Oh Arthur's you know just how to make a man want you..~"
Albert's voice trails off as takes a quick photo of Arthur's needy erection, not bothering to check if it came out the way he wanted. He'd have plenty of time to take even better photos later…
Arthur wraps his arms around Albert's shoulders, head tilting to the side with a needy expression in his eyes.
"You better fix this problem you gave me sir…"
He hikes his leg up around Albert, pulling the slimmer man closer. Surprisingly when he did lay with men, he was usually the one getting it up the ass despite the tall hairy man he was. It scratched that persistent itch deep inside.
Albert's eyes flutter and Arthur feels something warm splat on his stomach. He hadn't expected Albert to be so sensitive…It was kinda cute. He runs his hand over his stomach, using the liquidy cum and rubbing it on his cock, joining it with Albert's. He lets out a breath, the sounds of their members slicking against each other turning him on even more.
"Oh Mr. Morgan I didn't know you were skilled in this field.."
he tosses the camera aside for now. He could take a photo of the aftermath, he just wanted to enjoy the moment at this point. His heart was practically beating out if his chest, his dreams coming true making him feel ecstasy.
"Oh I just know a thing 'er two…"
Arthur rumbles out, his grip on their cocks tightening. He was gonna make sure now that he was dragged into this that he would have a good time.
Albert can feel himself getting close again but he didn't want to cum. He wanted to be inside Arthur like in his fantasies. He puts his arms underneath Arthur's legs, hoisting them up while using the tree for support to hold him up. This surprised both men, Arthur wasn't some dainty little woman he was a thick 190 pound man, much heavier than he thought Albert could handle.
"Whoa there shutterbug don't let me fall now.."
Arthur places one hand back on the tree for some sort of support, just in case Albert did end up letting him drop. He was surprised at the fervor the other man had, especially since he hadn't experienced someone liking him this much in awhile.
"Oh don't worry Mr. Morgan The last thing I'd do is let you fall…"
He guides the head of his cock to Arthur's tight entrance, rubbing the tip around the ring of muscle. He didn't want to hurt Arthur by putting it in too dry so he spits a considerable about of saliva into his hand to rub on the cowboy's puckered hole, easing in the head of his cock.
Arthur's stomach tightens, a grumbly moan escaping his throat. Albert's cock was a tight fit but it hit that aching spot inside so well…his mind was hazing over, getting the fuzzy feeling it always did when he really got going.
"Good god ya got the stamina of a fuckin' race horse…"
"Oh only for you Arthur..can I call you that..?
Albert thrusts deeper into Arthur, whimpering a little when his needy hole would tighten up around him. Every thrust led him further and further into his own version of heaven.
He leans forward laying his face against Arthur's bare chest, listening to the man's heartbeat and how it gets faster whenever he thrusts harder. He could tell the gunslinger was enjoying this, was only a matter of time before they were both so tired they could barely walk.
"I don't care…just slow down.."
Arthur wraps his arms around Albert's neck, pulling him closer to his sweaty, heated body. He could feel the buildup in his cock, tip leaking as it slapped against his stomach. He was only going to last a few more strokes before he completely falls apart.
"F-fuck.."
"Oh Arthur..mmpph..!"
Arthur bites his lip as the head of his cock squirts up up onto his stomach and Albert's vest, his insides twitching around the photographer's oozing cock. Albert trembles, his thrusts losing their rhythm as he finishes inside the gunslinger. He pulls out, cock still twitching but settling down enough for him to remember what this was even for.
"Ah y-yes..I need a photo..!"
He pulls his pants backup and buckles them, grabbing the discarded camera to take a picture of the vulnerable state Arthur was in. Just a commemorative photo of today's events for the photographer to look back on.
"Say cheese, cowboy.."
"Oh just make sure my face ain't in it.."
THE END.