Colt Dragoon Revolver by amischiefmaker
Discover a thrilling erotic tale featuring the Colt Dragoon Revolver—a story where passion meets danger. Join our captivating characters in a whirlwind of lust and adventure as the old West ignites with forbidden desire. Dive into this steamy narrative and explore the fusion of romance and rebellion. Perfect for fans of erotic fiction and historical fantasies!<br/> All persons in this story in any type of sexual situation are 18 years old or older.
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When I moved to a new school my junior year of High School Sharon Spencer was one of the first people that I met. We did not have an instant romantic attachment, but we were on the same intellectual level and both played power forward in basketball so we had some things in common and almost instantly we liked each other.
I also met Sharon’s parents, Bill and Debby, shortly after I met her. I was surprised at how warmly I was greeted by them and how nice they treated me. I didn’t realize until several months later why they were so welcoming — they saw me as a way to get Sharon away from her predilection for associating with “bad boys.”
I, Carson Trent, am not, never have been, and never will be what is classically considered a “bad boy.” In fact most people would consider me a straight arrow.
The conventional characteristics of a “bad boy,” and who Bill and Debby objected to Sharon associating with, include rebelliousness, charisma achieved with a devil-may-care attitude, lack of respect for authority, cockiness, lack of emotional expression, and often narcissism and propensity for violence — although also usually tempered by rugged good looks. James Dean’s character in the old (1955) movie “Rebel Without A Cause” is a classic example.
Despite Bill’s and Debby’s desire for Sharon to have a romantic relationship with me, for most of our junior year we were just friends, including friendly enough to attend most of each other’s basketball games where we were both starters on the men’s and women’s varsity teams, respectively.
Things started to change after the school year when we went to the same co-ed basketball camp for two weeks during the summer. For some reason there our relationship changed in the matter of a week. I can’t really explain why, but I suddenly started being fixated on her feminine characteristics — especially her perfect ass and thighs, and flowing lustrous brunette hair — and she seemed to like my often diabolical smile, broad shoulders, and apparently the bulge in my pants.
Things changed precipitously when during a co-ed game (two girls, three guys on each team) near the end of the first week of camp Sharon was violently knocked down by Jim Collins, an asshole on the other team. I wanted to kick the shit out of him right then but didn’t want to get expelled from the camp, so I helped Sharon up, made sure that she was OK, then bided my time.
From the way that he acted after the knockdown apparently Jim was the only person in the gym that didn’t know that I was going to retaliate. I waited for the perfect opportunity which came a few minutes later when he grabbed a rebound — that I let him get — and threw it out to start a fast break. I cleverly, with everyone else watching the ball, tripped him, causing him to fall flat on his face, skin his knees, and look like a clod. I ran past him after tripping him without looking at him — I only learned about the skinned knees afterwards — and ran down the court.
Jim was apparently interested in instant gratification — the thing that I had avoided — and came after me and hit me with two punches right in front of the head counselor and one of the coaches who was a big name starter for a Big Ten college team. Since I was sure that the head counselor and coach were watching I let the first punch land on my shoulder, blocked the second punch, and then landed a perfect head-butt on Jim’s face, causing blood to spew everywhere.
Jim went down on his back, screaming, and ineffectively holding his hands in front of his nose trying to stop his blood loss. He got immediate medical attention, the game was called, and the big name college player (who knew exactly what had happened) smiled at me and gave me a fist bump.
Since with his own eyes the head counselor saw Jim as the aggressor I wasn’t disciplined. Jim knew that he wasn’t going to be able to safely play the next two days because of his injury and was suspended for a third day since he threw the first punch, so he left camp in a huff.
That night after dinner Sharon and I took a walk under a star-filled sky when the temperature was perfect and there was a light breeze. When we were in a secluded area she abruptly stopped, got a sinister smile on her face, and said “So are you some kind of paladin, or what? Did you think that you had to come to the aid of a poor helpless maiden in distress like me?” she continued as she pushed her right index finger into my chest.
“No,” I grinned, “I thought I’d take the asshole who knocked you to the floor out before you retaliated and beat the shit out of him because I didn’t want you to get booted out of camp.”
“Why not?” she asked with an even more sinister grin.
“Because you have the nicest ass and thighs in a three state area and then I wouldn’t be able to ogle them anymore,” I snarled in reply.
Looking back on it, I realized that what happened next was truly amazing, serendipitous, and unpredictable to the point of absurdity; but happen it did.
I lost my virginity;
on a much less than comfortable forest floor;
to a woman who I was quite sure wasn’t losing her virginity at the same time; and
in a way that was fantastic and without the awkwardness that many guys experience their first time.
One reason that it wasn’t awkward was because even though I had no actual experience I had read books, and watched videos, and I am a quick learner. I didn’t realize until after I had experience, however, that the main reason was because my male part fit Sharon’s female part so perfectly that it was like they were crafted for each other.
If the venue wasn’t so uncomfortable I would have loved to suck Sharon’s surprisingly hefty naked tits for at least an hour, and she would have loved to fondle my lime-sized testicles for at least that long too, but we got up and returned to our cabins as soon as the glow of our climaxes dissipated.
After that night we had a romantic relationship — and I got to practice my newfound biggest joy in life many times in much more comfortable surroundings.
While I had always liked Sharon from the first day that I met her when I overlaid her phenomenal sexual attractiveness and performance over that like, I fell hard for her.
There was no doubt that Sharon liked me too — but much to my consternation she insisted that we weren’t exclusive. I didn’t like it but I had no option but to go along with that, but in hindsight I realized that she was looking at it in a mature manner. “We’re too young to be tied down to each other. I can see a future where we bond for good — but since we’re both only 18 years old it’s just too young to commit.”
Since we weren’t exclusive, and since the girls in my High School and community (even if they went to private schools) seemed to share information a lot more than I would have ever shared with other guys, I had many other options for practicing my carnal abilities my senior year in High School. While Sharon and I dated each other more than anyone else we did date others too normally (but not always) without jealousy or rancor.