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Little Boy Blue
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"Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn. The cow's in the
meadow, the sheep's in the corn...Baa Baa Black Sheep..."
By Bo Beep
The young man stretched his legs out and turned over to get the sun out
of his eyes. Sighing, he sat up, stretched his lanky arms above his
head, and reached for the pottery jug next to him. Raising it to his
lips, he took a long, slow draw of the wine, a bit warm from being out
in the sun. but thirst quenching all the same. He missed the village
lass he had become enamored of, but alas, Heidi had left to visit her
grandparents on the other side of the valley. Leaning back in the
dappled shade of the gnarled old tree, he stared up into the leaves and
began to day-dream about her. The smooth creamy texture of her pale
skin, the firm, young breasts, ample even at her age...the wondrous
sparkle of her bright eyes, their blue framed by thick black lashes. The
long, shapely legs that flashed out from beneath her skirts when he
chased her across the meadow. The silky, flower-scented hair of
sun-kissed blonde, hanging to her waist, and usually wreathed with wild
daisies. Her slender waist, flaring down into full hips. And oh, those
soft, cool hands that drove him to such frenzy when she daringly would
sneak them beneath his breeches to fondle him...
Oh god! Heidi! he thought, why are you so far away?! He became painfully
aware of a throbbing in his groin, as his desire caused his manhood to
strain against the breeches he wore, unfortunately, an old somewhat
tight pair. What to do? Heidi not here. He didn't want to go seeking one
of the other village girls, not that enough of then didn't cast a long
glance whenever he walked by, he was according to Heidi, the most
handsome youth on either side of the valley. Tall, well-muscled, though
still somewhat a bit lanky due to his age. Broad shouldered, slim
hipped, and tanned by his hours watching the cows and sheep for his
parents. Stormy grey eyes that Heidi said made her knees weak when she
looked into them, and a boyish face with a ready smile. Heidi said it
was all this and his wondrous blue black raven's wing hair that made her
first notice him, though she said it was his gentleness and the way he
looked at her that made her do more than just look at him. The thought
of THAT made him groan, wanting release, but not wanting anyone but HER.
Damn it all, Heidi! Why do your grandparents have to live over there?!
And why couldn't they just come to see you?!
Standing up, he glanced to check on the small cattle herd grazing by the
stream. All fine. Contentedly munching away at the sweet meadow grasses.
"Baaaaaaaaa! Baaaaaaaaaa!" a plaintive bleat suddenly reached his ears.
Uh oh! Trouble! He picked up his staff, and hurried off towards the
frightened sounding sheep. One, two, three, four...Eight, nine,
ten...Wait! Where's the other one? The young black ewe that was born
just last winter? "Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" came the wild bleating again...
Over there! Behind the pile of rocks left by that bad avalanche two
winters ago...He rounded the side of the rock pile, and saw the cause of
the distress. The young ewe had her foot caught in a crevise in the
rock. He strode over and tried to free the hoof. The ewe rolled her eyes
and bleated plaintively. "Shhhhh! It's all right, Little One," he said,
trying to calm the struggling ewe. "Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" "Shhhhhhh,
shhhhhh!" he murmured, trying to pull as gently as possible so as to not
damage the alreday bleeding hoof any further.
He suddenly became aware of the soft cushiony feel of the ewe's
hindquarters thrust against his crotch. Warm, wooly, and oh so
soft...No! He shouldn't be thinking such things! But, but...what would
be the harm? He wouldn't REALLY be cheating on Heidi, would he? And the
ewe certainly wouldn't spread tales on him! The warmth of the ewe
pressing back into him drove all other thought from his mind. Reaching
down, he gently pushed her forward, and undid the laces at his waist,
pulling his breeches down around his feet.
"Shhhhhhh, there, it will be all right, Little One!" he murmured, as he
pulled her hindquarters into position and guided himself into place.
With one last guilty shrug of his shoulders, he gently thrust home. The
ewe gave a startled bleat and rolled its eyes wildly. It tried to move
away, but he kept a firm hold of its legs, his hands gripping tightly
into the thick wool. "No, Little One, I won't hurt you...But I'll not
let you go just yet, either!" he said quietly, pulling her back into
place. The ewe tried to jump away, but he held on tightly, and found he
was becoming quite excited by her continued bucking motions. Moaning, he
began to thrust in earnest, the warm moistness enveloping him even
tighter than his own beloved Heidi.
"Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" bleated the sheep, its struggles less violent.
"Ahhhhhhh --- Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" the shepherd groaned as he suddenly
spent himself within the sheep. He slowly withdrew, a slight smile on
his face, and a pat to the ewe's rump. She had somehow managed to work
the hoof free, and stood docilely by, cropping at a plant.
"Ummmmm, ahhh, thank you, Little One," murmured Hans. A sudden commotion
alerted him to further trouble. Voices! Better get the breeches up, and
fast! He was just finishing tying the laces when he heard the voices
again, closer this time. "Hans! Where are you, boy!"
"Father! Over here! The black sheep had caught her hoof in a crevice, I
had to free her," he called, as he hurriedly straightened his pants,
brushing the dry grass from them.
"Son! Do you realize the cows wandered away and the sheep got into the
corn while you were making your rescue?" His father frowned at him,
striding closer as he scolded. "You should have blown your horn to alert
me you needed a hand."
Hans stared at his feet, then looked apologetically at his father. "I'm
sorry, Papa. I had no idea it would take so long to free her hoof," he
said sheepishly.
His father frowned, then shrugged and smiled. "Ahh well, no real harm
was done. Your mother saw the sheep run into the cornfield as she was
hanging clothes to dry, and she helped me chase them out before they
could do much damage." He thumped his son on the shoulder. "Come on
home, now. Your mother has our meal about ready, and you know how she
hates for it to get cold."
Hans and his father herded the cattle back into the fenced pasture near
their cottage, and checked to make sure the sheep were securely in their
pen. Hans cast a fond glance at the little black ewe and smiled. The ewe
blinked large liquid brown eyes at him and trotted off to the far corner
of the pen.
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