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Cowboys and Indians (2/3)
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Cowboys and Indians
by Chad Riever
Chapter 2
I watched Chad running across the clearing toward the woods. He
was
stunning in his homemade Indian outfit. And I had been unable to tear
my
eyes away from his crotch when I returned to the living room. At first
I
thought it was my imagination, but as he went through the door, I could
see
that the front of his loin cloth was definitely tented out -- he had a
hard
on!
A couple weeks before, when I first saw Chad, my cock went hard
instantly. His long, blonde hair and those sensuous lips framed the
most
perfect nose--he was beautiful beyond compare! His body was slender but
firm, showing that he played hard and was very active. The way he said
"Hi" when I waved sent a rush through my body, and my cock throbbed. He
disappeared into the woods, his two dark-haired companions following
him,
and I moved quickly into the trailer.
I moved over to the window, peeking out to see if he might
reemerge.
I unfastened my jeans, and opened them to relieve the pressure. He was
nowhere to be seen, but his visage lingered in my mind. As I massaged
my
cock, I fantasized about the blonde lad, first without a shirt, then
without jeans, and then without shorts--walking around the clearing in
all
his naked glory. My lungs worked harder as I pumped, and soon the
orgasm
broke. I shot streams of jism against the wall below the window,
bringing
temporary relief from an encounter with a blond wood sprite!
His ass cheeks peeked provocatively from beneath the chamois as he
sprinted away from me. My cock was swelling. I quickly adjusted it
through my jeans, and started running after Chad. I wanted to catch up
before he disappeared among the trees.
"Wait up," I called. Chad paused at the edge of the woods,
turning
and smiling provocatively at me.
"Come on," he urged me. "I know a great place," he said after I
joined him. "Follow me."
I followed him at a walk into the woods, unable to take my eyes
off
his nearly naked body. The dappling shadows that moved across his
smooth
skin transformed Chad into a wild young savage, gliding silently through
some primeval forest.
We went about 20 yards into the dense woods until we came to a
small
clearing. It was completely surrounded by dense underbrush and trees,
with
a large oak tree standing in the clearing apart from the others. "I
cleared this myself," Chad said with pride.
"You did a great job," I said. "This is a terrific spot!"
"Can you really lasso something with that rope," he asked.
"Sure I can."
"Betcha can't lasso me," he dared, brandishing his tomahawk and
grinning as if he knew something I didn't. The peach fuzz on his cheeks
glowed in the soft light that filtered through the trees.
I slung the loop out and twirled it in the air. Chad backed away
a
bit and moved to my left. I threw if and he tried to dodge, but too
late.
The loop fell over his head and I pulled it gently so I caught him
around
his waist.
"Yikes! You got me!" he exclaimed in glee. He dropped his
tomahawk
and grabbed the rope with both hands while I pulled him to me. He
giggled
and struggled, pulling against me with all his might. "You'll never
take
me prisoner," he said.
I pulled harder, tightening the noose around his naked waist.
Then
hand over hand, I pulled him closer. He dug in his heels, skidding
against
the grass and straining to free himself. I let up my hold momentarily
and
Chad lost his balance, falling backward. I rushed him and grabbed his
hands, wrapping the loose end of the rope around his wrists, pinning his
body with my weight as I finished tying him.
"You bastard," he yelped. "Let me go!"
"You are my prisoner, Chief Red Hawk," I said. "The more you
fight
it, the harder it will be on you. I am going to hold you prisoner until
you sign the peace treaty." I turned Chad around, and moved him toward
to
the oak tree in the clearing. His naked back was flawless, tanned boy
skin, covered by the lightest, finest blond boy fuzz I had ever seen.
To
touch that skin was such luxurious pleasure! I could feel my hard cock
oozing precum. I just hoped it wouldn't soak through the denim; I
didn't
have shorts on underneath.
"You better tie me up good," Chad warned. "If I get away, I'll
bring
my braves back and we'll scalp you!" Yet in his defiance, he leaned
back
against the oak, almost as if he welcomed the ties that would bind him
to
me.
I passed the free end of the rope around the tree several times
and
slipped it through the loop that held Chad around his soft, smooth
waist.
I cinched the rope tightly, rough cotton braids indenting his soft skin.
His belly button caught my eye, and I gazed at it several moments
without
moving before I finished cinching the rope.
"There," I said. "You are my prisoner." I placed my left hand
behind
his neck, gently cradling his head away from the bark. I brought my
face
close to his. "Are you going to sign the peace treaty?"
"Never!" Chad said defiantly. But his body was flushed, and his
voice
was strangely quiet. The rope dug into his hot flesh as he strained
against the bonds.
"Then I guess I have to torture you," I said. I placed my open
mouth
against his right hand, which was trapped by the rope against his leg.
My
teeth dug gently into his wrist.
"I can take the pain," he sneered, writhing against the ropes and
pressing his wrist harder against my mouth.
My tongue swabbed the tasty boy's skin. I moved my mouth slowly
up
his inner forearm, sucking his tender flesh, burrowing my mouth into the
inside of his elbow. There I continued my tonguing and sucking. A
tremor
swept through his body.
"No, don't," he pleaded. He writhed against the tree, twisting to
force his arm against my ravishing tongue.
Encouraged, I moved up his arm to his shoulder and nibbled on it,
working my way over to his soft, slender throat. I pulled my head back
and
look him in the eyes. Chad had a trace of a dreamy smile as his eyelids
drooped. When he realized I was looking deep into his eyes, inches from
his mouth, he whispered, "No, don't kiss me! Please, don't kiss me!"
His
lips were eager, quivering, with his moist red tongue poised behind his
gleaming white teeth. I slipped an arm behind his shoulders and kissed
him. Our tongues met and Chad arched his body against the rope, eager
to
merge with mine!
My left forearm rested behind his neck, and my right hand caressed
his
hot young body. As our tongues battled and our lips writhed, I caressed
his flat smooth chest, gently feathering first one nipple and then the
other. They were erect, and when I moved my fingertips over them, Chad
moaned and his body shivered!
Slowly I moved my hand lower, first exploring his navel, massaging
the
soft flat stomach, and then moving lower yet, searching for his hip
bone.
It jutted out, a bony cradle for his soft stomach. I encountered the
knot
of his loincloth, then swept down his thigh, around to its smooth inner
flesh, and slowly upward, under the loincloth.
Chad moaned more deeply as my fingers encountered the soft sack of
precious boy balls. The flesh beneath his scrotum was hard! I moved up
and took his erection between my fingers. Gently kneading it, I
redoubled
my tonguing of his hot, moist mouth! Then I released his cock and felt
for
the knot that held his loincloth in place. "No, no!" he hissed as I
slipped the knot and pulled the loincloth away.
I moved my mouth to the hollow of his throat, then quickly down to
tongue his left nipple. My tongue was eager and demanding, and my teeth
softly nibbled at the erecting flesh. "Uhhh," Chad groaned with each
teething of his engorging flesh. I sucked the nipple hard, holding it
tight as I moved my head to pull the boy tit in circles. Then I moved
my
tongue to the center of his chest and across to the right nipple. It
stood
erect in anticipation of the same treatment from my hot mouth. I spared
no
effort to assure both nipples were equally aroused.
Then I moved down to his navel, and invaded that soft fleshy
cavern
with the tip of my tongue. "Oh, yes!" Chad breathed. "Yes, yes, yes!!"
I
cleansed his navel thoroughly, pushing in, then circling around it,
tonguing in wider circles, then narrowing circles, coming again to the
center of this frontal valley of soft, smooth flesh.
I brought my hands down to cup his buttocks; he was thrusting his
stomach against the rope to get the most contact he could with my hot,
salivating mouth. As he fell into a rhythmic thrusting, I surrendered
his
boy navel and moved down to his cock.
I took his ivory shaft into his mouth and began tonguing it. His
three-inch salute stood hard and proud: a promise of greater things to
come. My lips pressed hard against the base of his cock, feeling the
smooth flesh of his pubes. They were free of hair, but with his cock
and
balls grown this large, flecks of blond curls could not be long in
coming!
Chad was increasing the pace of his thrusts, while I helped him
along.
I pulled his ass toward me as I sucked and tongued his cock. My fingers
gripped each fleshy boy cheek harder, kneading his butt, urging him
onward!
I pressed my face hard against his lower belly, as I took his cock as
far
into my mouth as possible. His stomach sucked inward, as if let my head
merge with his nether regions!
My tongue ravished Chad's hard cock. His cock head pulsated when
I
swept the tip of my tongue around its base, where his foreskin should
have
been. Precum flowed from the tip, its sweetness stimulating my salivary
glands. My hot mouth grew moister as my saliva mingled with his precum,
creating a slippery chamber for Chad's cock to shed its virginity! The
boy
quickened his thrusts as my tonguing grew more frantic. Then I pulled
my
head away, putting my tongue to his snug sack of balls, bathing them
with
the mixture of boy-precum and man-saliva that had built up in my mouth.
Chad moaned, "Please, suck my cock again!"
"Not yet," I said sternly. "You haven't agreed to sign the
treaty!"
I put my mouth against the cleft where his right leg joined his trunk.
I
left a wet path as my mouth worked toward his hip bone, tonguing his hot
boy flesh and nibbling the crest of his hip. I worked my tongue over to
his navel, invading it once again, then worked down to the pube flesh
just
above his cock. I would not take his cock into my mouth again, instead
sucking that pube flesh, tormenting this virgin boy who was now
transformed
into a young sex fiend.
"Please! Suck my cock!! I promise to sign the treaty! I will
smoke
your peace pipe!!! Anything!!!!" Chad was delirious with passion that
demanded release. I took his cock into my mouth again and resumed my
oral
ministrations. Chad moaned and writhed, straining against the rope,
thrusting his hips against my face. His precum flowed freely, his hard
cock pulsed and grew larger than it had ever been before. Chad was
swept
into a realm of erotic delight he had never known.
Chad's thrusts quickened. His body quivered as every muscle
strained
for that ultimate release. "Ohhh, nooooo!" he cried as his cock
hardened
even more and sweet-salty boy cum gushed into my mouth. He thrust
harder
and faster against my head as his prick spurted again and again and
again!
Time stopped as Chad emptied his first orgasm into my eager mouth! The
waves of ecstasy that engulfed his body mounted higher and higher, then
began to ebb as his cock spurted its last. Chad shuddered and collapsed
against the tree: his body spent, his spirit released.
"Wow!" he exclaimed finally. "I never dreamed anything like this
could happen!"
I swallowed his sweet load, looked up at his beaming face, and
smiled.
"Yes, the first time is very special!"
"I'm so glad it was you," Chad said.
"So am I," I assured him. I brought my mouth to his and we kissed
again. I winced as the raging erection in my jeans protested the shift
of
my position.
"What's wrong," he asked as I pulled away.
"I just have a problem. I have to loosen my jeans."
"Untie me so I can do it! Please!!" he pleaded.
"OK."
With the rope loose, Chad quickly undid my belt, opened my jeans,
and
eagerly pulled them down. He stopped a moment, perhaps surprised by
finding no underwear, but the quick smile that flashed across his face
showed equal surprise and joy at seeing the raging erection now open for
his inspection.
"Wow," he said. "You're beautiful!"
"You are the one who is beautiful," I assured him.
Chad took my cock in both hands, slowly caressing it, feeling me
up,
and touching the tip where precum was oozing. "What's this stuff?" he
asked.
"It's precum. It's the stuff that helps lubricate. I tasted
yours,
and it was really sweet!"
"Really?" he asked.
"Yeah!"
Chad smeared the precum around the head of my cock, then put his
finger to his tongue, tasting it. "It tastes kinda salty. Mmm, good!"
he
exclaimed.
I could hardly believe what was happening. Chad put his tongue
out
and licked the head of my cock like an ice cream cone! He continued
licking, around the head, along the slit, and finally up the front of
the
shaft, along the piss tube. He was a very oral boy!
"Oh, that feels so good!!" I exclaimed as Chad took the head of my
cock completely into his mouth. His virgin tongue quickly went to work,
trying to put into practice what he had learned from me only moments
ago.
He was a quick study!!
Chad held the shaft with one hand and let his other hand roam over
my
stomach, down to my balls, which he caressed and fondled, eager to
explore
every inch of my body. Then his hand moved on to my hip, much like I had
done to him, and around to my right ass cheek. He pulled me toward him,
encouraging me to thrust deeper in his mouth. Gingerly, I pushed in
several inches. I felt the back of his hot throat against the head of
my
cock. Then I withdrew a few inches, where his tongue could play with my
piss hole.
I put both my hands on Chad's head, and let my fingers wander at
will
through his blond hair. "That's goood! Keep sucking!! KEEP
SUCKING!!!" I
urged him. He bobbed his head up and down on my raging cock, tonguing
the
head and the length of the shaft eagerly. I felt orgasm begin to build
in
my groin. "Faster! Faster!" I pleaded.
Chad eagerly gave me his best, taking more of my cock into his
mouth
with each thrust. My cock was now going deep into his throat with each
thrust, then back almost completely out of his mouth. Chad had begun to
learn to control his gag reflex. With each deep thrust, his throat
reflexively sucked in my cock head, milking it like a baby at his
mother's
teat! Then on the back thrust, his lips and tongue applied a second,
even
greater vacuum to urge forth my boiling seed!!
This boy--a virgin only minutes before--was sending me into realms
of
ecstasy I had never experienced before! The best blow job I had ever
known
was driving me to the brink of orgasm and holding me prisoner there,
unable
to reach orgasm as he paused, withdrawing his tongue, counting as my
passion froze in time, desperate for the next deep thrust. Then he
would
resume, building me again to the very edge of passion gone wild!
Finally,
as his tongue hit my cock head with the upward stroke of his mouth, I
went
over the top and my cum gushed into his mouth.
Chad eagerly sucked my hot jism, swallowing it as I filled his
mouth.
As the last spasm of my body subsided, I opened my eyes again and looked
down at him. His blond eye lashes were limp from beads of sweat that
had
run down his forehead. He licked the last remnants of cum from my cock
as
I withdrew it from his mouth.
"You are wonderful!" I said. "You have made me feel so good!!"
"You are wonderful, too!" Chad responded eagerly. "I promised I
would
smoke your peace pipe. Now I'm ready to sign that Peace Treaty," he
said
shyly, "as long as it means we can play Cowboys and Indians every day."
"Of course, we can!" I exclaimed as he stood up. I took him into
my
arms. His kiss was especially sweet as the salty taste of my own cum
mingled with the sweet after taste of his fresh jism. We clung to one
another, letting the warm afterglow suffuse our weary bodies as we sank
into the grass--to rest, perchance to sleep.
I guess I must've nodded off after we finished that first,
fabulous
suckfest. I remember closing my eyes, then the next thing I know, Jeff
is
whispering, "Hey, Chad. Wake up."
I opened my eyes and saw his face close to mine. "Hi," I said. I
put
my arms around his neck and lifted my mouth to his. We kissed. Our
lips
came alive--exploring, embracing, enticing the other's completely. Jeff
probed my mouth. I opened my lips wider, eager to accept his hot, wet
mouth muscle! Our tongues met, slipped around one another, and merged
into
a hot, maddening tangle. The feel of Jeff's strong body holding mine,
the
taste of Jeff's spicy, slippery, savage tongue, all promised new
adventures
ahead for us--and new life and love such as I had never known!
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