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Cowboys and Indians (3/3)
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Cowboys and Indians
by Chad Riever
Chapter 3
I slammed the econ book shut. I couldn't get Chad out of my mind!
My
studies this weekend were getting nowhere. Chad had promised to return
tomorrow, and I found my cock going from semi-erect to fully erect then
back to semi-erect (never subsiding to its fully soft state). My mind
raced through our session this morning, then raced back through every
time
that I had seen him. I even found myself thinking about his twin
friends,
imagining them naked, tied up in the clearing with Chad. Frustrated, I
glanced at the clock--almost 10 o'clock. I rose from my desk and headed
to
bed. A good night's sleep was in order! Tomorrow would bring more hot
times!!
Loud knocking on the front door roused me from a wild dream of
nude
boys, running through my Pleasure Dome, chasing other boys whose hands
were
tied behind them.
I rolled out of bed, grumbling, "I'm coming. I'm coming!" I
peeked
out the bedroom window. I was instantly awake!
Chad was standing at the door, stunning in blue jeans, sneakers,
and a
red flannel shirt. I pulled on a bathrobe (I felt shy, somehow, about
the
erection that was rising from my loins), and went into the living room.
I
opened the door.
Chad's beaming smile reflected my own. "Hi!" he said.
"Come in!" I responded, taking him by the arm and urging him
inside.
"I'm glad you got here so early."
"I could hardly sleep," Chad admitted shyly. His eyes sparkled
beneath his flashing lashes. I was drawn to those eyes; they gave him
an
appealing, vulnerable, almost feminine look. If eyes truly are the
windows
of the soul, his soul had captivated mine!
"Have you had breakfast?" I asked.
"No."
"Let me fix us something," I replied. I was eager to take care of
Chad, to see he was well fed, healthy, happy!
"Do you think we can play Cowboys and Indians again today?" he
asked.
"Of course!" I said with just a bit too much eagerness in my broad
grin.
"I hope you don't mind, but I invited Chris and Kelly over to
play,
too," he said. "I didn't tell them that we would be playing a whole
different kind of game, but I thought it might be fun with four of us,"
he
explained. The look in his eyes--a mixture of eagerness to please and
uncertainty about what I might think--was probably the most appealing
look
he had ever given me. This blond sprite so enchanted me I could deny
him
nothing he might ask.
I concentrated on the eggs I was breaking into the skillet,
suppressing a jealous impulse that arose just from visualizing Chad
"playing" with anyone else. "Of course I don't mind. Do you think they
would enjoy the games we played yesterday?" I tried to sound
nonchalant,
but deep inside jealousy battled against my unbound lust.
"I've never played that way with them. But, I enjoyed it more
than
anything else in the world. And I'm sure they will, too!"
"Well, we'll see. Say, get the milk. These are almost ready."
While we ate breakfast, I couldn't take my eyes off Chad except
momentarily. His blond beauty was magnetic! He was at ease with me
now,
and his natural good humor and charm shone through, without restraints
or
hindrances!! God, how I wanted to dive into his being and lose myself
in
him forever.
Chad finished his milk, washing down the last of his eggs and
toast.
"Let me clear the table," he asked eagerly as he moved to make it so.
"OK," I said, and rose to move out of his way. We brushed against
one
another and my cock started rising.
On impulse, I went quickly into the living room, leaving Chad to
put
the dishes in the sink. I reached behind the couch and pulled Chad's
knap
sack out--the one he had left yesterday with his Indian costume. I
pulled
the loin cloth out, rolling it around in my hand, and brought it to my
nose, breathing deeply the essence of Chad's loins. I was going to go
mad!
His hand on my shoulder brought me back to the here-and-now.
"Jeff,
will you rub my back?" he asked quietly. I looked into his eyes,
nodding
and smiling. I put my arm around his shoulders, and we went into the
bedroom.
"Wow!" Chad exclaimed. He hadn't seen the bedroom before. I had
painted it flat black and furnished it with optional accoutrements that
tickled my fantasies. The four-poster was outfitted with red satin
ropes
hanging from each post. The headboard was covered with black leather,
and
a variety of leather straps, chains, and other paraphernalia were draped
over it. I had collected these implements over the past few years but
used
them only for decoration.
"Go ahead," I said, "Lay down and I'll rub your back." Chad
slipped
his shirt off and then face-down in the center of the bed. He stretched
slowly to the limits of his reach, then relaxed, with his face buried in
the down comforter. I sat on the edge of the bed and ran my hands over
his
back, marveling at the fair, velvet skin that lay at my command.
As I caressed his back, Chad sighed, then reached out to grasp one
of
the satin ropes. "This rope is the softest I have ever felt," he said.
"Tie me. Please?"
While Chad held onto the rope, I wrapped the loose end around his
wrist and secured it tightly. Then I tied his other hand, and cinched
the
ropes securely. Chad tensed his shoulders, yet submitted, relaxing and
sinking into the bed.
I ran my hands down his arms, then farther down his sides to the
belt
of his jeans. I slipped both hands under his stomach and unbuckled his
belt. His warm, naked stomach pressed against my hands, and my hard
cock
jumped. I unfastened the jeans, then eased the jeans over Chad's hips.
I
was expecting to grasp the waist band of his shorts and pull them off
with
the jeans. The shorts were not there!
As I slipped the jeans down, my hands found only his naked flesh,
unfettered with shorts. My hands trembled slightly as they caressed his
skin and slowly slid his jeans down his smooth legs.
He lay naked on the bed; I mused about the missing shorts. Then I
set
to tying the remaining ropes around his ankles. Once all four ropes
were
secured, I pulled each one tighter, stretching his naked limbs taut.
His
legs were now spread wide, and his sack of balls lay fully exposed below
his puckered asshole. I looked closely, running my fingers along his
inner
thigh up to his jewel sack. I caressed those jewels, rolling them in my
hand. Chad was completely hairless around his balls. Even the cleft of
his ass was entirely devoid of hair. He truly was a smooth boy! The
only
hair he had was the long, blond tresses that hung from his head,
caressing
his shoulders at the nape of his neck.
I stood away from the bed and quickly stripped. Then I returned
to
the bound boy. I cupped his bare ass cheeks in my hands, massaging them
hard, then released them only to slap them gently. The sound of bare
palms
against bare boy buns cracked loudly, breaking the quiet of the bedroom.
"Uhh," he grunted. Then he ground his pelvis into the bed and
awaited
my next move. I massaged those buns again, harder and longer than
before.
Then I slapped them harder, working up a red glow in those firm, smooth
melons.
"Uuhhhh," he grunted a little louder. He ground his loins into
the
bed, picking up the rhythm of my rough ministrations. I held one ass
cheek
in each hand, thumbs dug into the cleft that holds his asshole. Forcing
apart the cheeks, I exposed his asshole -- inviting in its pink,
hairless
puckering.
"It's time you lost your cherry!" I said. Leaning forward, I
dropped
a glob of fresh spit onto his asshole. Then I ground one thumb into
that
puckering, screwing it into his virgin anus.
"Ahhh!" he winced. "It hurts!" Chad strained against the ropes
holding him outstretched on my bed.
"Just relax," I said. The more you fight it, the more it will
hurt!"
Chad relaxed; my thumb went deeper, rotating and rubbing him in
preparation
for me.
Withdrawing my thumb, I slapped his boy butt harder than before,
three
times. His buns were very warm and red. I climbed onto the bed between
his legs, easing my hard cock into the crevice of his ass. Adjusting
the
cock head against his puckered ass, I lunged forward, impaling Chad on
my
iron prick.
"Ahhhhh!" he cried. "Take it out!" I eased back, but did not
withdraw entirely. Then I lunged forward again, forcing all six inches
up
his ass. "Ahhhh!" he cried again. Chad moaned, then whimpered quietly
a
couple of times, then was silent. I continued my thrusts, building the
pace as my sexual drive kicked into high gear. Chad's sphincter
spasmed,
then began to expand and contract with each thrust and withdrawal I
made.
I was laying full length, covering his body. I buried my face in
his
blond hair, sucked the lobe of his right ear into my mouth, and tongued
it
feverishly as I thrust harder and deeper between the mounds of boy
flesh!
The bound boy, pinned by my sex-crazed body, began to buck my
wanton
humping and thrusting. He moved his ass against every forward plunge I
made. Chad twisted his body, straining against his bonds. With my left
hand I grasped his head and forced it further to the right so I could
take
his tongue prisoner. Desperately, I sucked his hot mouth member into my
own mouth, and held it with my teeth.
With my other hand, I reached under his boy breast, searching for
his
left nipple. Finding it, hard and rigid, I grasped and twisted it.
"Yeeaaaa," Chad gasped. I released his tongue and plunged my own into
his
mouth, smothering any further outbursts. He eagerly took all I gave
him,
and ran his own tongue over mine with abandon. As I rolled his nipple
between my fingers, I could feel it grow more rigid and flushed. I
released it and seized the other nipple, savagely squeezing it, twisting
it, urging the hard, erect chest button into fuller erection.
Chad was mine! I brought both hands down his body to get greater
leverage, pulling him to me harder as I humped his glistening, smooth
ass.
I ducked my head more, pressing my tongue deeper into his mouth,
frantically searching that hot, wet cavern for the unknown spark to
trigger
my orgasm. I grasped his hot nuts in my left hand. I rolled them
around,
massaging them gently, then harder.
I took his steel shaft in my other hand, squeezing it hard,
holding it
like a piston in the cylinder of my hand. The precum seeped from his
boy
prick, lubricating his piston. My thrusts sent his prick through my
hand
against the slippery spot on the sheets where the precum had soaked
through. The hot friction set up by that motion began shooting
electro-erotic thrills through Chad's bound body. In a sudden
consummation, Chad arched his back, thrust against my hand, and shot cum
in
a series of accelerating humpings. His tongue pushed past mine into my
mouth, and his anal sphincter clamped down on my cock as I pushed in and
pulled back. In three violent thrusts, I began shooting my own love
juice
into his bowels.
We convulsed madly as eternity was compressed into seconds. Then
the
madness of our orgasms passed and we fell to earth. I released his
mouth
slowly. We gasped and breathed hard to replenish our lungs. I released
his balls, then his softening cock, withdrawing my hands from beneath
him.
Slowly, I withdrew my own cock from his ass. Getting to my knees, I
bent
over and kissed the back of his neck, slowly, passionately, taking the
flesh between my teeth.
A shudder passed through Chad's body. "Take me again!" he
pleaded.
"Fuck me again!"
"Not right now," I said. I got up and began removing his bonds.
"There is lots of time for me to take you again. Right now, we both
need a
shower."
"OK, Jeff. Whatever you say." As he rolled over, unbound, Chad
looked more beautiful than ever before. His body glowed, glistening
with a
sheen of sweat. He slowly sat up and reached for me. I took him in my
arms and we hugged as if we had not seen one another in months.
"I love you, Chad."
"I love you, too, Jeff."
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