| Artemus ditched Jim at the whorehouse. He was
upstairs with not one, but two blondes, and Artemus wasn't in the mood. He
ducked out the side door and took a deep breath of fresh air. Where to
now? He knew just the place, and it wasn't far from here. It was an
exclusive club. Not everybody could get in, and most didn't want to, but
he did, at least tonight. Sometimes a woman wasn't enough. Artemus wanted more, something rougher. Jim wouldn't understand, and Artemus didn't intend to mention it. It was his life. He could do what he pleased with whomever he wanted. Two thugs guarded the door to the club, but Artemus knew the password and sailed on by them. He took a good look around through the cigar smoke. This club was darker than most. Who was out tonight? About everybody, it seemed. Artemus took his whiskey to a table and waited. It wouldn't be long. The first two men that tried to join him were discouraged firmly. They weren't his type. Too blonde and girly looking. If he'd wanted a woman, he'd have stayed at the whorehouse with Jim. Artemus was keeping an eye on the crowd and suddenly he saw the man he wanted tonight. He was tall, brown hair, broad shoulders, and a nice smile. Artemus got to his feet and made his way with his drink in hand. The man looked up and smiled an invitation. Artemus sat in the chair next to him. He didn't want to appear too eager, but he wasn't going to let this one get away. "I haven't seen you here before," said the man. "My work only brings me to town occasionally," said Artemus. The rule here was no names, but he was sorely tempted. "You alone?" "Not any more." "Good." Artemus grinned and finished his whiskey. He wanted it now. Right now. "Want to get a room?" The man leaned very close and kissed Artemus. Their tongues brushed, and Artemus wanted much more. Now. Damn it. "I don't want to wait," said the man. "How about an alcove?" Artemus stood up and practically pushed the man into a nearby empty alcove. The management had put them along the walls for this very reason. Artemus would pay for it later with his next drink. The alcoves were dark and had a curtain, semi-private. They were large enough for two men to do whatever they wanted. Artemus unbuttoned his trousers and freed his cock. The man went to his knees to suck it deep. It felt absolutely great. No perfume, no giggles, no protests, just a wet mouth that would swallow. Heaven. The man was good at what he did, and Artemus wanted it to last forever. It didn't, and he jerked and shot cum. The man swallowed, increasing the pleasure. Leaning against the wall, Artemus gasped and shook. Too quick, but he'd get hard again very soon. He sat down on the small bench provided, and the man stood up. Artemus unbuttoned him and took out his cock. Nice, not huge, but a good size. Clean too, that was important. Artemus pulled him closer and made him cry out. He swallowed everything the man could give him. The man pulled away, and Artemus stood up. He wanted more. "No, I don't do anything else." Damn, and double damn. Artemus smiled with frustration, and said, "Fine, thanks, maybe some other time." The man kissed him, buttoned up, and left. Artemus went to get another whiskey and pay for the alcove. He leaned against the bar and watched the show. Men, of course, but they looked like women. Some men liked a man who looked like a women. Artemus didn't get it. Why not get a woman then? There was a commotion at the door and he turned to see Jim falling in it. Behind him were two unconscious thugs. Artemus moved as fast as he was able through the crowd to stand in front of Jim. If Artemus didn't intervene, the management might well shoot Jim and dump him in the ocean. He got there about the same time as one of the owners with a rifle. "It's okay, he's with me," said Artemus, raising his hands. "He's one of us." "You're responsible for him." The rifle lowered. "Don't mess around, or you'll both be killed." Artemus nodded and was glad Jim had the sense to stay quiet. Grabbing Jim by the arm, Artemus took him to a table in back. The bartender delivered two whiskeys. He leaned over and spoke in Artemus' ear. Artemus nodded and patted him on the shoulder. Now, he looked at Jim, who had on his best stone face. A good thing, that. "Well, you're in, what now?" "I was worried about you." "You should know better," said Artemus. "You've walked into the lion's den." "Ar . . . Ouch!" "No names, none." Artemus smiled an apology. "House rules." "Okay, but why are you here?" Artemus watched the show, drank his whiskey, and considered his answer. Was Jim as dumb as he was acting? Not possible. "That was a stupid question, wasn't it?" "Yes, it was. Are you ready to leave?" "I don't know. The show's pretty good." Jim drank his whiskey. Two men passed the table on their way to an alcove, and he tracked their progress, destination, and could hear the action. Artemus couldn't wait to hear what Jim had to say about it. It was going to be good. "How come you never brought me here?" Artemus felt his eyebrows go into his hairline. That was not what he expected. "It's not the kind of thing you mention over dinner, partner." "We share everything, even women sometimes," said Jim. His whiskey was empty. "You ashamed?" "No, absolutely not." Artemus motioned to the barkeep to bring them two more. He was stalling. The barkeep whispered one more time, and Artemus nodded impatiently. He was running out of time. "What's the big secret?" Artemus grinned at Jim and said, "Slug your whiskey back." Jim obeyed, and Artemus joined him. He stood up and went around to Jim, pulling him up. "This way, now, don't argue." Artemus guided Jim into an alcove and almost laughed to see the expression on his face. Shock and worry, or was that lust? "I'll sit, you stand," said Artemus. "The management doesn't believe you're with me, so here we are. It's better than a bullet in the back of the head." "This is the toughest whorehouse I've ever been to," said Jim. "Careful who you call a whore." Artemus frowned up at his partner. "Sorry, I wasn't thinking." Jim put a hand on Artemus' shoulder. "Vigilance is the key to safety. Too many people hate this," said Artemus. "It's really no big deal, but these are the times we live in." "Are we really going to do this?" Artemus reached out grabbed Jim around the hips and pulled him closer. "We can, if you want." Jim looked down, and Artemus waited patiently. He doubted that Jim had any prejudice against men, but he could be worn out from the blondes. Jim's big hand moved towards his trousers, and Artemus smiled triumphantly. This night was turning out good, after all. Jim was much larger than Artemus' earlier fare. Artemus pushed Jim's trousers down. The management might look in. He took Jim in both hands and teased him. Jim gasped, and laced a hand through Artemus' hair. Licking and teasing Jim's balls produced enough noise to allay any suspicions. Artemus was having a great time. He swallowed Jim down, and he orgasmed hard from the sound of things. Very nice. Jim tasted good. Artemus pulled away and stood up to unbutton himself. He was about to mess in his trousers. Jim's closed eyes popped open. "Do you want me to . . .?" Jim couldn't finish the sentence, and Artemus grinned. "No, lean against the wall like you're doing. I want your ass." "What?" Artemus got behind and laid his cock between those great ass cheeks. The top of his cock was nudging Jim's balls. Artemus began moving. The hot skin felt so good. Not as good as being inside, but Jim wasn't up to that. Artemus leaned forward, humped, and bit Jim below the ear. He smelled good, familiar, but new and exciting. Artemus reached a long arm around, and when his seed splashed up, he made sure to rub it all over Jim's half-limp cock. Now this was a night to remember. Jim reached down and locked hands with Artemus briefly. Their eyes didn't meet, only their hands. Artemus buttoned up both sets of trousers, and laughed softly. He nudged Jim out of the alcove and they went to the bar. Was Jim blushing? Artemus paid the tab. "Ready to go home?" "Yeah, the show's over," said Jim. He led the way, and Artemus winked at the bartender. ********** Artemus never mentioned what happened that night and neither did Jim. They worked steadily, sometimes together and sometimes apart. Jim went out with more than a few women, and so did Artemus. No whorehouses. Time and the Wanderer took them back to San Francisco. *********** They decided with a look shared between them to go out for the evening. Colonel Richmond was expecting them in the morning, but tonight was theirs. Dinner was first, and it was quiet. Artemus couldn't quite decide what Jim was thinking. "Where to next?" Artemus wiped his mouth and pushed his plate away. "I'm thinking about heading over to our favorite whorehouse. A date seems like too much work tonight." Artemus smiled and nodded. "Okay." He was agreeing only that Jim was going. Jim paid for dinner, and the two men headed out to the street. The whorehouse was across town and Jim hailed a hack. Artemus was still trying to decide what he wanted tonight. He had dissatisfied lately with the quality of the sexual encounters he'd been having. The hack rattled up, and Jim pulled open the door. "Coming?" Artemus smiled at the question. Jim wasn't sure of Artemus at all. "No, I'm going elsewhere." Jim looked away and back. "I'll catch up with you later then." Artemus nodded, and Jim went off in the hack. Where to go now? Artemus pulled out a cheroot and began walking towards the Wanderer. No women tonight, and he wasn't up to a faceless encounter stuffed in an airless alcove. Too bad he didn't know the name of that fellow he'd been with before Jim showed up last time. Jim, now that was a thought. Artemus groaned and stopped to light up. All the good men were unavailable. Jim was unavailable, wasn't he? The Wanderer wasn't much farther, and Artemus went up the stairs. Tonight, he'd stay at home and read something illicit, with illustrations. He laughed and stopped with his hand on the brandy. Jim wouldn't go to the men's club, would he? Looking for Artemus? Was Jim that foolish? Artemus ran his hand through his hair. Not again. Jim wouldn't go there. Wasn't possible. Artemus poured that drink and sat on the gold sofa to drink it. Nothing to worry about. ********** When Jim didn't return after a couple of hours, Artemus had that feeling in the pit of his stomach that said nothing good was happening. He strapped on his six-shooter and went to find his partner. He'd start at the men's club. His stomach had been wrong a time or two. Artemus hailed a hack, and fidgeted during the ride over. He paid the driver, and was relieved to see the two thugs on door duty were conscious. The password had changed, but he knew it and went in with an eye for Jim and trouble. Amazingly, there was no trouble, but there was Jim. He was sitting at a table watching the show. Artemus stayed in the shadows. Several men propositioned Jim. He waved them all away and seemed content with his whiskey. This was an opportunity that Artemus wasn't going to let pass him by. "Can I join you?" Jim looked up. "Sure." "How's the show tonight?" Artemus sat down, and his friend, the barkeep, brought him a whiskey. "Pretty good." Jim paused. "I was hoping you'd turn up." "Work only brings me to the city occasionally." Artemus smiled. Would Jim play along? "I've missed you." Jim smiled, and Artemus felt his heart melt into his boots. "I'm always around," said Jim. "You with a friend tonight?" "Yes," said Artemus. "He's the best." "Would he mind?" "You ask him, you know him better than anybody." Artemus sipped his whiskey. This conversation had taken a turn to the odd. "I did, but he's a bit confused at the moment." "He's not the only one," said Artemus. "If you don't want to, I'll leave." Jim sat up a bit straighter. "No, don't. I just don't want you to think that you don't have choices." "I know exactly who and what I want." Artemus leaned close and ran a hand up Jim's thigh. "Do you?" "I thought I did," said Jim. "But lately, I haven't been so sure." "Why don't you go home and think it over?" Artemus pulled back. "There's always tomorrow." Jim drank his whiskey and didn't answer. Artemus enjoyed watching Jim watch the show. He wanted Jim to be sure. The first time had been fun, but there was so much more, and Artemus wanted it all. "Want to get a room?" "You buying?" Artemus couldn't resist. He didn't want to seem easy, after all. "I could take you home, I guess. That's free." Artemus laughed. "Three can be fun. You have a wife or partner?" Jim's mouth fell open and then, snap, he pulled himself together. "I have someone who cooks and cleans, but he has the night off." Ouch. Jim was after blood. Oh well, Artemus started it. "Too bad, I bet he's handsome." Jim stood and lifted Artemus up by the jacket. "Home, now." Artemus was surprised. Jim was feeling a mite aggressive. "If you're sure?" "Oh, I'm sure." Jim gave him a small nudge towards the door, and paid the bartender. *********** Jim paid the hack, and Artemus waited for him. Was Jim going to go through with this, or was it all a tease? Artemus began to regret leaving the bar; at least there, he was assured of getting something. He followed Jim inside. This show wasn't over, not by a long shot. "Nice place," said Artemus. "Thanks," said Jim. He took off his coat and loosened his cravat. "It's home." Artemus sank down into the sofa and took the brandy Jim handed him. Jim was giving him a look that was speculative. Artemus smiled. "So, you go there often?" "No, you?" "Often enough," said Artemus. Was that a growl he heard from Jim? No, couldn't be. "You're the first I've gone home with." "Good," said Jim. "What's your name?" Jim was playing along, and it made Artemus want to laugh. "No names, remember?" "We're not at the bar. Maybe I want to see you again." Jim sat down next to Artemus and ran a finger around the curve of his ear. Artemus shivered. One touch and he was hard, ready, and willing to do anything. "I have a partner." "I'll shoot him," said Jim. His tongue replaced his finger. "He deserves it for letting you out of the house tonight." Artemus stood up and unbuckled his gun belt. It was far too tight. "Where can I put this?" "Desk is fine. Why don't you undress and I'll watch?" "You're not even going to offer me a bed? Just a quick one on the sofa?" Artemus placed his gun down on the desk. Jim came after him. "I should lean you over the desk." Artemus swallowed hard. He was playing with fire tonight. "I bet you say that to all your boyfriends." Jim stopped and laughed. He began to unbutton his vest. Artemus helped. Jim was naked to the waist in two shakes and Artemus touched each muscle. He'd always wanted to and now was his chance. Jim let him for a few minutes before starting on Artemus' shirt. Artemus tossed it on the sofa. The talking part of the evening was over, now on to the good stuff. "Come on in the back," said Jim. Artemus smiled, and followed Jim's tight ass through the train. It was nice to be pampered with an actual bed. Jim's blue trousers were unbuttoned by the time they cleared the hallway, and Artemus stripped them off right after the boots were gone. Jim's cock was leaking, and Artemus wanted it now, right now. The bed was behind his knees and Jim stepped in until Artemus was sitting. He held Jim's cock and sampled it. Jim tasted good, even better than Artemus remembered. How had he gone so long without this? The hands in his hair were insistent. Jim was impatient, nothing new about that. Artemus liked it slow and easy sometimes, but not tonight. Artemus broke away and stood up, resisting the hands, and unbuttoned his trousers. His cock ached to be loose. Jim leaned down and yanked Artemus' boots off. Artemus slid his trousers off, and they hit the floor. Jim pushed him onto the bed, and they were groping each other. "How do you like it? Ropes, gags, shackles, hard, fast, or slow?" Artemus was teasing, but he was curious. "I like it all," said Jim. "But, now." Artemus laughed and licked back down to Jim's cock. "Roll over to your hands and knees." Jim flipped over without any comments, and Artemus smiled at the beautiful sight. His hands knew what they wanted and they grabbed Jim's ass. Artemus went under Jim's hips and sucked him. "Swallow it, like you did last time," gasped Jim. Artemus adjusted his position slightly and took Jim all the way to his hairs. Jim's ass was working and Artemus pushed a finger inside it, reaching for the prostate. He immediately began swallowing Jim's cum. There was more than enough. Jim was gasping and jerking. Artemus couldn't decide what he wanted. There was so much here to explore. He let loose of Jim's cock, but teased his ass a little more, forcing him to gasp. That ass was definitely getting it tonight. Artemus pulled his finger out gently and moved up until his cock was at Jim's face. Jim had his eyes closed. Artemus leaned back against the headboard, grabbed Jim by the hair, and tugged him into his lap. Jim didn't resist. He was still gasping from his orgasm. "Return the favor," said Artemus. Jim fumbled around, but guided by the hand in his hair, managed to do a decent job. Artemus enjoyed the sight as much as anything. "Get ready to swallow." Jim pulled back a little so only the tip was in his mouth, and Artemus orgasmed. "Oh god, yes," he groaned. He reached down and stroked the last bit into Jim's mouth before collapsing over to his side. Jim came up so they were face to face. "We're done, right?" "We're just getting started," said Artemus, "unless you want me to leave." Jim groaned, and Artemus tucked him in close, stroking and kissing him. Jim's body was made for having sex, and all night long. Artemus spent some time licking Jim all over; even his ass got a workout, which made him gasp and blush. When Jim was hard again, Artemus was ready. "Got any liniment around here, or salve?" Artemus asked with a grin. He thought he knew the answer. "In the dresser over there," said Jim. Now that was interesting. Artemus didn't realize Jim kept it so close at hand. "Lots of boyfriends, huh?" "Lots of aching muscles," said Jim. Artemus grabbed it up and straddled Jim, "You want to go first or me?" "Uh, I . . ." "How about me, then you'll know how to get it done," said Artemus. He really wanted to go first. "Roll over again." Jim did this, and Artemus put the liniment on his cock. A slick finger eased up Jim's ass and made him suck air. Jim was going to like this. Two fingers and Jim was completely relaxed. Artemus spread Jim's legs a little more and pushed inside with a groan. Jim clenched his fists. Artemus waited, teasing him by stroking Jim's cock with his hands. When Jim dropped his head, Artemus began fucking him. Slow, so slow, and then faster. God, it felt good, better than anything. His cum tore out of him, leaving him breathless and aching. Too fast. Would there be a next time? He bit and licked Jim's shoulders for a minute and then pulled out. Jim's cock was very hard now, and Artemus put on the liniment for him. He didn't go slowly as Artemus had. Jim pushed inside in a blink and went to work. Artemus adjusted and enjoyed the mauling. "Yes, yes," gasped Jim. Artemus smiled and tightened his muscles to help Jim along. Jim bit Artemus hard on the neck and orgasmed deep inside him. Jim was in no hurry to get off, and they lay together, breathing deeply. "Thanks, that was great," said Artemus, keeping his tone light. It had been phenomenal, but Jim didn't need to know that. "It was great. Are we done now?" Jim was licking Artemus. "Only if you're tired. One more time?" Artemus laughed softly. "Oh shut up," said Jim. ********* Jim was sleeping on his stomach, and Artemus slid out of the bed, trying not to wake him. Artemus pulled up his trousers and picked up his boots. "Where ya going?" Jim wasn't asleep anymore. Artemus wasn't quite finished playing. "Home." "Stay with me." "I'm not sure you really want that." Artemus looked away. "I'll go home to my grouchy partner. Your housekeeper will come back to work, and we'll all go back to our normal lives." "Artemus, get over here. I'm tired of the game," said Jim. "You don't want me around full-time, James. I'm a very demanding lover." "Brag, brag, brag. I'm fully aware of your talents after last night, now come here. We have an appointment this morning, and I want to get some sleep." Jim patted the bed. "Now." Artemus put his boots back under the bed and took off his trousers. He'd warned him. Jim would have to deal with this now, because Artemus wanted more and often. Jim pulled him down, and they lay together. "You're sure?" "Oh yeah, I'm sure," said Jim. "From now on, it's you and me, partner." "And the occasional woman or man." "If I can find the energy," said Jim. He closed his eyes and went back to sleep. Artemus kissed him and smiled. |
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