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It was late at night; the sun had set, and the moon was rising above the trees, casting light on the few people still awake, one of them being the blond outlaw, who was resting by the campfire.
Micah scratched his beard as he stared at the fire. He was bored, agonizingly bored. He had tried a couple of days ago to rob a stagecoach with Arthur, but it hadn’t worked out too well. He had made a complete fool of himself in front of Arthur. Arthur still hadn’t forgiven him and would curl his lips at him every time they crossed paths. Micah hated it. He hated how much he hated it. Hate was just proof he cared.
He spread his legs and leaned back. His elbows rested behind him on the ground. Around him, the world was asleep. Not too far from him, Bill and Javier were splayed out on their bedrolls and were snoring softly and twitching in their sleep. A light was still on in Dutch’s tent and a shadow of him was shown, sitting on the edge of the bed with a hand resting on his forehead.
Farther away was Arthur’s tent. He was staying in camp that night. Micah watched his chest rise and fall.
He thought about what had happened back in Colter, how Arthur hadn’t even known he was jerking off in front of him. As he thought about it, he smiled and felt his cock twitch in his pants.
He considered pulling it out and jerking off right then and there but he had learned his lesson that that’s not how things were done around here.
He was new to the Van Der Linde gang, having just started living in the camp a couple of weeks prior. They were still in Blackwater, hiding out in the burning sand.
He had woken in the middle of the night sweating and panting. He was on his stomach, and he rolled his hips instinctively, wishing there was a wet, warm, and tight hole below him to fuck into. He flipped over and stared up at the night sky.
When Micah stared down, he saw his pants were tented, his cock trying desperately to break through the thick, durable fabric. He palmed himself, squeezing himself. His head dropped back as a small moan of pleasure was drawn out of his throat.
Before he ran with the Van Der Linde’s, Micah was mostly alone. He would jerk off all the time at his small, temporary camps. He missed that, he missed being able to stroke himself while lying next to a fire and staring up at the sky. He hated having to hide his crotch every time he popped a boner and having to find a suitable spot in the wild to jerk off quickly and then get back to camp.
Everyone around was asleep, surely nobody would care anyway. There were mostly men in the gang; they all would understand and not care, he thought to himself.
He unzipped his pants and took his leaking cock out, rubbing the tip with his thumb and hissing in pleasure. He shoved his pants down to his knees so he could have full access to himself. His balls were already tight as he rolled them in his hand. It had been too long since he had last touched himself.
He squeezed himself in a rough hand and stroked from base to tip. A couple of feet away, Javier sighed and twitched in his sleep. It didn't occur to Micah to stop, to worry about being seen. If someone opened their eyes and saw him, well, that was their mistake, not his.
He stroked faster, squeezed tighter and his toes curled as he moaned. Oh, but it felt so good. He was so close, there was a wet squelching sound as his foreskin slipped over the head of his cock and back down. His head would appear and disappear. “Ohh…” Micah stared down at his cock as he felt his orgasm rapidly approaching. “Fuck, fuck!”
He curled up a bit as the muscles in his abdomen flexed. His cock jerked and just as cum was about to spill, Micah heard a gasp. He looked over to see Charles standing with a look of shock by the fire, still blinking sleep from his eyes. “Micah!”
But Micah couldn't control himself and he quickly stroked his cock. “Ah! Ohh, yes, yes!” His balls clenched as spurt after wet, sticky spurt of hot cum flowed out of him. Some went on his shirt, some trickled down his fingers, and stuck in his wild pubic hair. He panted softly and rested his head back down but kept a hand curled around his cock. He noticed Charles was still staring and he scowled. “What?”
“What?! You can't just touch yourself in the open like this, you disgusting pervert!” Charles made quick strides to Micah with his long legs and when he came to him, he kicked him in the side.
Micah let out a huff of air, wincing in pain as he sat up.
“The hell?!”
“You heard me!” Charles' voice boomed. Micah began pulling up his pants. “Go clean yourself. Don't ever do this again unless you do it in the woods.” With that, he walked off.
Charles never told anyone and though Javier woke up soon after the yelling, he didn't have a single clue what had happened. Micah knew deep down that what he had done was probably not what a normal person would do. He shouldn't have been surprised when Charles kicked him.
Micah had felt angry, humiliated, and somewhat aroused. As he thought about the memory, his cock gave a desperate jerk in his pants. He remembered fondly when he was younger and could make himself cum in his pants with just his thoughts.
He didn't understand at the time why he had found it so hot to see Charles' shock and disgust or why he came almost instantly at the knowledge of having come in front of someone who had never asked for it. But Micah chooses to indulge himself in the new fantasy rather than feel shame.
He ran a finger over his hard-on and sighed. He wondered how far he could go, how loud he could get before someone heard.
First, he pushed his pants down, not too far down, just far enough to fish his cock out and expose the tip and a bit of the shaft to the cold night air. His cock was now trapped between his jeans and his soft belly.
He stopped wearing underwear once they got to Horseshoe Overlook. Walking around with a noticeable bulge in his pants had him popping boners nearly five times a day and he was constantly hiding in the woods to jerk off.
He had always loved edging but he had taken a stronger interest in it lately. Micah loved to stroke himself for hours, never allowing himself to go over the edge. It had been a couple of days since he last came, and his balls felt heavy and full.
He chuckled a bit, feeling dirty. Pre cum was smearing on his treasure trail. He lifted his shirt just a bit more and rubbed a finger over his frenulum, making himself shiver. He could hear footsteps and he quickly pulled his shirt down. A sliver of his cockhead was still visible as Bill stumbled by.
“Micah,” He greeted. “Do you-”
“I ain't in the mood for any of yer yapping.” Micah cut him off. He wondered if Bill would notice. It felt very obvious to him. He tried hard not to but he couldn't help but glance down at his crotch and see his wet cockhead staring back up at him.
Bill let out a huff of air. “Fine! Guess I'll just ask Morgan.” He wandered off to do God knows what while waiting for the sleeping beauty to awake from his slumber.
The thought of Arthur made Micah's balls clench and heat pool in his stomach. He stood and without thinking, he found himself standing beside Arthur. Arthur who was completely passed out and blissfully unaware of Micah. Micah stood right beside him and stared into his sleeping face. He unbuttoned his jeans to give himself more room as he began to slowly jerk off.
He was breathing hard and kept twisting his neck to look around him. Every noise made him jump and release his cock. He stroked himself quickly, just the tip and a bit of the shaft. His balls were sad to be neglected and they ached, but taking them out or putting his hand fully into his pants was risky.
There were more footsteps and Micah froze up. He still had his hand cupping the head of his cock, pressing it to his belly. When he turned to see who it was, it looked like he was holding his stomach in pain.
Grimshaw was walking by and she gave Micah a confused look. “Mr. Bell, what are you doing inside Mr. Morgan's tent?” She put her hands on her hips.
Micah rubbed his hand side to side, pretending to rub his belly while actually rubbing his cock. He shivered at the pleasure and had to hide a moan in a cough. “Stomach issues, Ms. Grimshaw, I wanted to know if Arthur had any tonics to help me since…” He took a deep breath as his cock jerked, shit, he was about to cum. “Since Arthur knows about that stuff…” He trailed off, it was hard to focus.
Grimshaw gave him a look of concern, apparently believing him. “Well, then, wake him up and ask, don’t just stand there!”
Micah nodded with a low chuckle. “Excellent thinking,”
Grimshaw turned and walked off, leaving Micah alone with Arthur again. Micah leaned even closer and jerked his cock slowly, not wanting to cum too soon. Pre cum was leaking out of him, wetting his fingers. He pointed his cock at Arthur and had to lean over to hide himself. Micah squeezed himself from the middle of the shaft to the tip and felt a long stream of pre cum began to drool out of his cock head, warm and wet. It went down, down, and Micah held his breath as he watched it slowly drop onto Arthur's shoulder.
Micah groaned at the sight of the wet, glistening spot on Arthur's shoulder. He groaned at the sight of his violation of this sleeping beauty. “Oh, oh!” His cock jerked, and he let go immediately. His balls clenched and he closed his eyes, willing himself not to cum. He was so hard, it was so hard to control himself. “Agh!”
Arthur began to wake and Micah quickly stuffed his needy cock away. His pants looked a bit wet from the pre but he hoped in the darkness, Arthur wouldn’t notice.
Arthur's eyes fluttered open, and when he saw Micah, he shot up and glared at him. “What are ya doin’ in my tent?”
Micah put his hands up in a placating gesture. “Jus’ wanted to know if ya had anythin’ for a tummy ache, that’s all.”
Arthur eyed him, clearly not trusting it, but he pulled from his satchel a small bottle of green liquid. “This should help.” He passed it to Micah and then stretched a bit. As his arms went up above his head, his shoulder got close to his face and the wet spot touched him.
Micah had to take a deep breath and look away when he saw his pre cum on Arthur’s face. Just a small wet spot but it meant so much to him.
Athur’s brows furrowed in confusion as he touched his cheek and shoulder, rubbing the liquid between his fingers and, dear God, bringing it to his nose to sniff it. “What…?”
“Ya probably got a hole in yer tent, Morgan.” Micah told him and looked up as if checking for a hole. “I think it was rainin’ jus’ a bit ago.” He lied.
Arthur frowned. “This isn’t water, this is… slimy?” He pulled his fingers apart and watched how the liquid still connected his fingers in thin strands that broke.
Micah’s cock was still pressed against his belly, hidden by his shirt. He wondered what Arthur would say if he started to jerk off over him, oh, he wanted to cum on his face so bad. “A snail, perhaps?” Micah suggested.
Arthur didn’t seem satisfied with the answer but he shrugged and swung his legs over his cot, getting up to start the day.
Micah wanted to wander off and stroke himself in the woods but he was called over by Dutch to do a job for him. His cock eventually softened but he kept getting half hard through the day, blood was eager to pump back into his member and bring it back to life. It was painful, but Micah enjoyed it and he avoided jerking off though he wanted to so bad.