Date: Fri, 6 Jun 2014 05:16:42 -0700 (PDT) From: Tague Micheals Subject: One Year Gone II "It's so beautiful," I said in a whisper. We were lying on our backs looking up at the zillion stars that dotted the night sky, our sweat drying in the night air. The soft glow of the fire 15 feet away didn't create enough light to make much of a dent in the otherwise fully darkened night. It would begin to cool fairly quickly but would hover in the mid 60's which was still just shy of 30 degrees cooler than at mid-day. "School starts on Wednesday," Smokey said just as softly as I had spoken. I rolled to my side and looked at him. "You think I'll do okay Smokey," I asked then lay my hand on his naked chest. Goddamn that boy was muscled. His chest was almost like touching warm rock. "You'll do fine Colt," he said, turning his head to looked me for a second then returned his gaze to the sky. "Word has pretty much spread about your kicking Bobby Lee Jensen's ass so I doubt you'll get goaded into any mix-ups. In fact you already got a large group of fans who don't even know you because of it. Bobby Lee Jensen was a 16 year old bully who had terrorized kids at rodeos, and everywhere else, the past 3 or 4 years. We had attended a rodeo in Sheridan Wyoming a few weeks before and it was there after the junior calf roping event that he tried his shit on me. It didn't go well for him and about 40 other kids and a few adults had witnessed his beating. "Let him go son," one of the men spectator's had said gently. "You're gonna break his arm and he's already beat. Go ahead now, let that boy go." Let that boy go I did. He fell face down in the dirt but I stood 10 feet away, still in stance in the event he wanted to have another shot at the title. He chose not to so Smokey and I and 4 of our buddies from the ranch walked away. I had been studying Ju Jitsu for 3 years and Tiger Crane gung Fu for1 year. A group of parents in the Hamptons had gotten together and hired a national champion to give private Ju Jitsu lessons twice weekly to a group of us kids. It was felt with the threat of kidnapping and other mayhem that our ability to self-defend might be a life-saving skill. Given that our group consisted of sons and daughters of Senators, wall street tycoons and bank presidents, an ivy league university regent, a past secretary of State and a presidential hopeful, to name a few, kidnapping and mayhem were high on the list of possible problems. The particular art that we studied was strictly self-defense and it was designed to neutralize threats quickly using some very nasty moves. I had studied Gung Fu because I like the flowing movements and while I learned half dozen sets, including weapons, my instructor had also taught me neutralization techniques. I loved martial arts and would go on to earn both a black belt and red a sash before I was 18. So, when Bobby Lee elected to pick on me after he'd already beaten up 3 other kids over the weekend, he picked on the wrong kid. A boy that stood 4 inches taller and outweighed me by at least 50 pounds, Bobby Lee used his weight and size to dominate victims. I used his weight against him. He pushed me once, he pushed me twice which lulled him into a third attempt but when he pushed I wasn't there. I trapped his close arm did a little twist and turn and fat ass Bobby Lee was on his back in the dirt. That pissed him off royally. He got to his feet and came after me but I spun away and came back around behind him and kicked him behind the knee which put his face in the dirt again. The third time he charged I grabbed his shirt and rolled backwards in the classic movie scene stunt where the guy gets thrown over his opponent's head, which is what happened. I spun quickly and mounted him sitting on his fat belly and lower chest. The crowd was roaring by that time. I reached across his neck with my right hand and caught his wrist then slipped my other hand under his bicep and grasped my other wrist. I leaned forward putting my forehead on the ground next to Bobby Lee's head then started to pull his trapped wrist backwards while moving my upper body forward. Understand that the hand and wrist were facing upward so the wrist was being bent backwards along with the forearm while the upper arm was being forced in the opposite direction. If you can picture that then you know that Bobby Lee could do nothing about it. Yes, his right arm was free and he could have conceivable struck me with it and done so repeatedly however the move went so fast that he was in an extremely painful position, one that had the potential to break bones and I had him right at the fulcrum. The man that encouraged me to let Bobby Lee go had been right; the boys' arm and wrist both were at a breaking point right along with a dislocated shoulder. Needless to say my status on the ranch went through the roof although I'd been proving myself all summer long. I wasn't the owner's pussy grandson. I could hold my own on the range, in the pens and now on the battlefield. Oh, and I learned to strut my cock like it was the biggest baddest dick in the west. "And you're pretty much one of us," Smokey said in his soft drawl. "You still got some city left in ya Colt but county is in your blood now." I reckoned my mentor was right. I rolled onto my back and star gazed. I felt Smokey move and a second later his cute face was above mine. He reached down and brushed my hair out of my eyes. "I'm glad you didn't cut your hair off," Smokey said in a quiet voice. He then brushed my cheek very gently using the backs of his fingers. We looked into each other's eyes, a somewhat difficult task in the almost darkness. Smokey lowered his head and our lips met and we kissed. It wasn't anywhere near as hot and heavy as it had been 20 minutes before when my knees had been almost next to my ears and his cock had been buried as deep in my ass as it could go, which was considerable. The first time I'd seen Smokey's cock I about shit my britches and it was soft. Later that afternoon, after lunch, I saw it hard for the first time and went through the same emotions. Smokey had picked me up at 7 on the dot just as he'd promised. I'd had a big breakfast and managed to shit out the meals from the day before barely 5 minutes before he got to the house. I was decked out in my new duds including the hat and the jacket since it was chilly in the early morning air. And I had a new knife in its leather holder on my right hip, a present from my grampa. The elevation of the stables, and the small town nearby was about 31 hundred feet so the house had to be at 41 hundred feet or a little more. Smokey didn't comment on my clothes at all which I thought was cool. At the stables he'd already prepared a pack horse and one of the stable boys had Dancer as well as Smokey's big black gelding Junior saddled and ready to go. I saw that both horses had a bedroll behind the saddle and that Smokey had a rifle in an intricately carved leather scabbard on the right side of his saddle. We both had pillow like things about the general size of a football handing off the pommels which turned out to be water bladders complete with coiled sipping hoses. We mounted up and before we headed out a man stopped us. "Probably should take this son," he said handing Smokey a cartridge belt with a big ass pistol in its holster and filled with bullets in their little holders. It looked like the old west. "Thanks dad," Smokey said taking the buckled belt and draping it across the pommel of his saddle. "Dad, this is Colt' Colt this is my father Mack." The man, a handsome blonde at least 6'2 stepped over and shook my hand. "Welcome to the Lucky G. You're in good hands with this boy," he said patting his son's leg. "That's what everyone keeps telling me sir," I replied. He smiled and told me to call him Mack. When people called him sir he started looking around for his father. "Safe trip boys," he said and Smokey and I headed out side by side, the pack horse trailing a rein's length behind. About 50 feet out Smokey whistled and a moment later a medium sized black and white dog raced up alongside of us. "You wanna go Buster," Smokey said and the dog did a little circle dance which I guess meant yes. "Go boy," Smokey commanded and the animal shot ahead of is and ranged from side to side. "Buster is a Karelian Bear dog, best goddamned dog I ever owned. I don't think we'll run into any bear or boar but if they're within a mile of us Buster will flush em out and scare em off. Talk was light as we moved along with Smokey pointing out things in the environment whether they be close to us or off in the distance. It didn't take long before our jackets came off. It also didn't take long before I realized the value of the hat. We made our first stop about an hour and a half out alongside a small stream. We let the horses drink then we drank, knelt down and cupping water to our mouths. "I gotta piss; you gotta piss Colt," he finally said after using the back of his hand to wipe his mouth. "Yeah actually I do." "Come on over here," Smokey said stepping up alongside the creek and starting undo his belt. In all honesty I was interested in what Smokey was packing. I mean, I think all boys are interested in how they compare to other boys and I'd be a liar if I said that I hadn't glanced at the front of Smokey's worn jeans. I'll say this; they bulged quite a bit, especially down towards the bottom of the fly. I moved next to him and went through the same process. "You mean we're gonna piss in the creek?" He nodded his head as he unbuttoned. "Yup, best place." He finished the buttons, shoved his jeans and briefs half way down his thighs and lifted his shirttail up out of the way and showing me the biggest fucking cock I'd ever seen not that I'd seen that many and those were boys my own age. The thing was like a hose hanging there and the low handing balls under it weren't small either. I tried not to stare as I shoved my clothes down too and of course Smokey looked to see what I had, which was tiny by comparison. His stream of piss began pouring into the creek. "See, the water running over the rocks disperses the piss so that by the time it gets 100 yards away it's broken into molecules so small that it would take a scientist to identify the piss in a glass of water. My own urine was flowing too. "Pissing on the plants and other living stuff isn't good for them so the creek makes a perfect toilet, even for shitting in." "I love having my stuff hanging in the wind, don't you Colt?" I hadn't had much experience at it quite frankly and told him so. He looked at me and grinned then looked at my dick. "Looks like your boy might like it jest fine," he commented and in fact my traitorous cock was staring to get hard. Smokey finished pissing then milked his long thick cock, squeezing any remaining liquid out of the tube. "Don't worry about it podnah," he said, "Happens to me all the damned time out here even when I'm alone. Smokey didn't put his stuff away but kept looking at my rising dick while I was busy looking at this and I believe that I saw it start to move. "See, he's starting to come alive." I had finished pissing and shook off and both of us started to tuck away. "Always happens when I see another boy get hard," he said as we both buttoned up. "Just something about that causes my dick to wake right up." "Do you see other boys' dicks that much Smokey?" He nodded his head. "Sure, when we're out on the range it happens a lot. Most boys like being naked and free in the wilderness. It just plain feels good and of course you get a group of naked boys together and boners are gonna pop that's all there is to it. Once a group of boys has a boner, or even if it's just one boy, they gotta jack off. They can't help it Colt. I been out here all my life and I been around naked boys and men and that's just the way it is. Mind you the men don't usually jack of with the boys although it has happened, and nobody gives a shit. But if it's a big mixed group the boys to go in the bush and take care of it. No big deal." "You ever done that Colt; jacked off with other boys?" I shook my head. "No I haven't. I guess it never occurred to me Smokey." He smiled at me and clasped me on the back. "Well see now, there's more stuff to teach you. Let's mount up." Mount up we did and continued our journey. After rounding a couple of those "hills" trees and shrubs began to take over and before long we were in woods. Not the woods of the east coast or the Pacific Northwest for those were crowded woods filled with all kinds of undergrowth and these were not. Still we were shaded to some degree from the by then noon sun. I had asked Smokey about the guns and why he carried them. "Well, the rifle is a 30-30 Winchester and I want to teach you how to shoot while we're out here. Also you never know when you might run into a cat, a Cougar or a wild boar or even bear. All have been known to attack men. In the event we see one a shot over its head will chase it away. It's a good enough deer rifle in this country and a very good rifle for you to start shooting because its recoil is minimal. "The pistol is a first generation Colt Peacemaker that belonged to my great great grandfather who was a Texas Ranger. It's a very powerful weapon and while it would scare a big cat or a pig it would be more for close work for instance if one came out of the woods right now. The pistol would be my best bet to deal with it." "Wow your dad trusts you with a gun that's over a hundred years old?" I was pretty surprised at that. "My dad trusts me with all weapons Colt. I been shootin since I could walk. By the age of 6 I could pretty much tear down, clean and put back together any gun that we own and we own a shit load of em. My little brother and sister were raised the same way. My dad was a national shooting champion 3 years in a row in his early 20's and my mom was even a national competitor. Shooting is in our blood. He likes me to use the Colt because of its history but it also teaches patience." "The Colt is a single action revolver," he said and pulled it out of his holster. "See here, you have to pull the hammer back by hand you can't just pull the trigger over and over like a double action revolver or the semi-automatic you see in the movies. You have to reload it one cartridge at a time too so almost everything with the Colt takes a little more time and patience." He slipped the big gun back in its holster. "Of course there's always the little 9 too," he said and reached behind and under his jacket and pulled out another gun, this one black and small. "It's a Sig P250 sub-compact. Basically it's a self-defense weapon." "Do you always carry so many guns," I asked a little surprised, at least at the 3rd one. "Out here, yes because you never know. I could tell you plenty of stories of guys that weren't prepared. Between the guns and knives, and Smokey had one on his hip like I did, he was a walking army. In another hour we came alongside Lucky creek, which seemed more like a river to me since it had to be 20 feet wide. I was beginning to get hungry but didn't say anything. I was damned determined not to puss out figuring that Smokey would be attentive to my needs and of course he was. "You want an apple or some jerked venison or something Colt? I'm getting a little hungry but we'll be at the camp site in a little over an hour so I figured I'd wait before really making any fixin's. I said that was fine. The boy brought Esther up alongside and leaned over in his saddle and opened a large flap on horses pack that revealed several smaller compartments. He fished out a large zip lock bag filled with hunks of meat and pulled a couple pieces out, handing one over to me then closed the flap and let Esther fall back again. The jerky was pretty darn good; better than the crap you get at the store. We rode alongside the creek and true to his word we stopped in about an hour. The space was more open and flat than what we'd ridden through and more open to the sun. It was close to the creek and a large circle of rocks with a couple of log benches around it indicated that it was a frequently used camp site. That became more evident when, after getting the pack off of Esther Smokey sidled Junior alongside a tree then stood up on the saddle. He reached up and I saw a coil of rope drop and he began lowering something. "Come grab this Colt," Smokey said and a moment later a large camouflage bag descended. I took hold of it, amazed at the weight as Smokey dropped back down into his saddle and moved away. Once off the horse he opened the bag to reveal a cast iron skillet, a small iron kettle, a couple of sauce pans,cooking and eating utensils in a smaller bag, and some other things. "Saves having to drag this shit out here every time." We got the camp set up fairly quickly. Instead of a tent Smokey used a tarp from the camo bag and strung it up between some trees, Smokey explaining that we didn't really need a tent. We then went about gathering wood for the fire and there was plenty of that from natural causes but also from knocking down a tree once a season and bucking it up for firewood. Next we pulled the saddles from the horses and draped them and the blankets over a log that had been nailed between 2 trees for that purpose. Lead halters were left on and the horses were left to roam which caused me some concern which Smokey sensed. "The horses are well trained and will stay fairly close. Junior will come when I whistle and Buster would round them up if necessary." I nodded my head. "Now what," I asked and Smokey seemed a little nervous about the question so I asked "What." "Well," he started, then stopped. "I don't want you to think it's weird but I just like to relax a bit after I get out here." I was thinking, okay, so? Smokey went on. "I like to take my clothes off and just be out here naked like a, you know, primitive or something." My brain started going a million miles an hour. "Uumm okay," I answered, "but I'm scared I'll get a boner." "Well that's the thing Colt. I always get a boner first thing but I take care of it then go on about my business." I asked about other people and he said there wasn't anyone out here since it was posted and fenced and in the middle of nowhere besides if there was anyone within a mile Buster would know it. My belly was a jumble of butterflies but I managed to squeak out, "Okay." Smokey nodded his head and began unbuttoning his shirt so I did the same. "We can hang our clothes on these nubs of branches," he said showing me a tree with a series of stubs 2 to 4 inches long. He peeled the shirt off revealing a wife beater-shirt, where mine was a regular Calvin Klein. Once the shirts were off we kicked off our boots which was a relief to me since my feet hurt. We went about unbuttoning then taking our jeans down and my butterflies were even worse. My cock was almost fully hard and while I had some sense of being embarrassed about it I knew that if Smokey wasn't getting hard along with me he would be pretty soon. The hot teen had been very clear about that. We shucked and hung the jeans then just looked at each other from 5 feet apart. Smokey surprised me by wearing a pair of white with red piping, low cut CK bikini briefs. I had him pegged for plain `ole white FTL's or something. Mine were white but were Clairborne briefs. "See," Smokey said looking down, "I get hard pretty easy." Indeed it was a wonder that those briefs contained what appeared to be a goddamned snake and even at that it was only barely. The thick tube of flesh was angled up to his right hip where a darker spot revealed already seeping precum. Smokey reached down to tug his undershirt off and I did the same. To say that his body was incredible didn't do it justice. I'd seen only bodies like that in fitness magazines. Every single muscle from his neck to the waistband of his low slung briefs was clearly defined. His abs were the definition of 6 pack. I didn't know that the front of a guys' body had so many lines and crevices or so many muscles. My mouth just sort of dropped open. "Are you nervous Colt," Smokey asked and I heard the tentativeness in his voice. "Oh, no Smokey, I'm just in complete awe of your body. It's fucking amazing. "Thanks. So, are you ready," he asked, his thumbs hooked in the red trimmed waistband of his underwear. I nodded my head and we both tugged our underwear down at the same time, each looking at the other. Fuck, I didn't know that guys had cocks that big. The thing hung in the air pointing in my direction. I figured it weighed so much that the only time it pointed toward Smokey's head was when he was on his back. The red and swollen head was the size of a baby's closed fist. His balls were really big and hung really low and seemed smooth and hairless. The patch of hair at the base was the color of wet sand. We each stepped out of our briefs and added them to the living coat rack and just stared at each other's body. "Oh man Colt you still have your foreskin. That's very cool," he said. "You got a perfect looking cock too," he said as he stepped forward and looked down at my stuff. I was pretty much staring at his Smokey's too. I wanted to feel it. I don't know why but I did. Instead I asked, "How big is that thing anyway Smokey?" He grinned at me. "I measured a month ago at it was 8 and 7/8th inches long and a little over 7 inches around." He was quiet then in a soft voice he said, "You can feel it if you want to Colt." I looked at his face and Smokey nodded his head just a tad. I reached out and grasped onto him. Remember, this was my first foray into any kind of sexual interaction with anybody. I wrapped my fingers around his cock and was amazed at how it felt. Mine didn't feel like that. It was hard, but soft, and warm. It felt powerful in my grip. I squeezed up and down its length and Smokey sighed softly. "Can I touch your Colt?" I was too taken away to speak so just nodded my head. When Smokey's hand gripped me I thought I'd faint. His hand was so warm and amazingly soft as he did to me what I was doing to him, which was to squeeze up and down on my cock although there wasn't as much room as on his. "I wanna cum really bad Colt. Let's go sit on the bench and do it, okay?" I nodded my head and followed Smokey. God his butt was so small for such a large boy and while I'd never really thought about another boys' butt before I was sure as hell thinking about his and how fucking hot it looked. We sat on one of the benches which had been cut out of a really big log so that it had a seat and a back to lean against. It was so old that the seat and back were pretty much worn smooth from so many assess and backs. We sat right next to each other, our legs touching and started jacking off. Our legs were spread of course and I swear that Smokey's balls were resting on the seat. Mine; like they barely touched it. Smokey took hold of his monster and started stroking it just as I did mine. "It's so cool how your foreskin slides back and forth over the head. I bet it feels awesome," he said, his voice seeming to have gotten deeper. I didn't know what to say to that actually. I put my left hand on my inner thigh so my fingers were between my thigh and my balls and could poke at my sac and my nuts. Smokey took his big balls in his hand and played with them and tugged on them. The set pretty much filled even his hand. I figured he must shoot a quart of sperm from those things. I mean they really were the size of extra large AA eggs. "I love watching you jack off Colt," he said, his eyes pretty much focused on my crotch. Honestly it felt good having Smokey watch me love myself. It was new to me, exciting and sexy. I knew I wouldn't last very long. Smokey was holding his cock at the base which stretched the skin on the head and made it more sensitive. That was one of the first tricks I learned. He spit on his cock head and worked just on it, twisting his hand around it like he was unscrewing a bottle. "Oh fuck Smokey I'm gonna squirt out," I said all of a sudden. I kept my foreskin back and we both watched as a small stream of sperm shot up to my chest. 2 more little squirts plopped out onto my lower belly and the rest was just oozing. I went back to using my foreskin, increasing the pleasure on the sensitive flesh but only for a half dozen strokes before it got too sensitive. "Can I use your sperm Colt," Smokey asked and I nodded my head. He wiped it up with his fingers but touched his tongue to it and smacked his lips before smearing it on his cock head and working it. It took another minute before he was ready to go during which time I played with my balls and my dick. "I'm gonna blow Colt, I'm gonna cum." Smoked moved off the head and went back to stroking and a moment later he stopped and a giant wad of cum splattered alongside his nose and draped down over his lips. He moaned loudly. He stroked again and a second giant wad of sperm followed the first one only it broke off into droplets of cum that rained down on his chest and belly, the initial blob hitting his chin. He stroked again and again and each time globs of sperm shot out onto his chest and his belly; 1 stroke; 1 squirt. I think I counted 7 or 8 squirts, any one of which had more cum in it than all of mine put together. That boy shot jizz from hell. It finally stopped squirting but sperm still oozed out and ran down over his fingers, mixing in with the tail end sperm from all his previous squirts. Smokey finally let go of his cock and it sort of sagged to one side like and old arm chair, and he let his head fall back. One hand rested in the field of sperm drops that were all over his body while the other gently poked and prodded the eggs that had made the stuff. I just sat there amazed at what I'd witnessed feeling a little inadequate about my own pitiful offering. Smokey finally came out of his post cum state, looked at me and gave me a lazy lopsided grin. "That was pretty damned intense I'd say." I could only agree. "Jacking off with you was awesome Colt. I sure hope we can do it some more." So did I. "Me too Smokey; I liked it too and I would love to do it some more with you." He clapped me on the shoulder then said, ""Sure enough podnah." Then he swiped the sperm from his face and surprisingly, put it in his mouth. "Do you always shoot that much cum?" He nodded his head, almost woefully. "Yeah, unless it's like the 3rd or 4th time in a day that I've jacked off. It pretty much looks like this." That said he got up and got a paper towel from a roll that had come out of pack. Goddamn 3 or 4 times a day shooting cum out? Hell, the most I'd done was 2. "Yeah, I know what you're thinking, that's a lot of jacking off but sometimes I get into a state of horniness that just seems to last all day long. Especially when I'm out here and by myself. I've actually done it 8 times in a day." I was astounded. "So," he said after tossing the paper into the fire pit, "Are you hungry?" "Yeah, I'm getting there," I told him. He asked how I felt about trout for lunch and I told him I'd never eaten it. That said he pulled a 2 foot tube out of the pack that we brought and pulled out pieces of a fishing rod which he put together. "Let's go fishin." We put our boots on and I followed him down stream, ogling his fantastic butt, about a hundred feet where the creek that I considered a river slowed so that it almost appeared to be standing still. Smokey pointed across the creek to where a large overhang of grass and a large tree loomed above the water. "There's a big hole in under that overhang and I've snagged some nice trout out of there." That said he whipped the line out and landed it above the overhang and let it drift down. All the while he was explaining what he was doing. I was trying to listen but was pretty much absorbed watching Smokey's body move, watching the muscles contract and relax, watching that big fat cock sway, and of course eyeballing his ass. "Got one," he said suddenly and began reeling in the line. Of course the fish fought it but Smokey brought it onto the rocks. "She's a beauty," he exclaimed and while I didn't know beauty from not beauty the fish had to be 10 inches long at least. Smokey got the hook out of it then rammed his fingers down it's throat and reefed backwards on the head, breaking its backbone. He dropped it into a shallow little pool among the rocks and told me to try it. I took the pole and, standing behind me and holding my arms, Smokey showed me how to cast the line into the water then slowly reel the line in. His cock was pressed against my lower back but mostly my butt. His scent and warm body against mine made my heart start to beat faster. When I was reeling the line in he didn't back away but stayed loosely against me, one hand resting gently against my belly. I felt my dick start to harden and I couldn't stop it. At one point Smokey's hand dropped slightly as he was pulling it away and scraped across the end of my boner. I was amazed that he didn't say anything. On the next cast I got a hit and I swear that Smokey was as excited about it as I was. In the process of fighting and landing the fish my boner went away. Smokey showed me how to get the hook out and to break the fishes' neck. He looked at me and said I did a good job and I felt pride flood through my body. Then, in a quiet voice he said, "I backed away from you cuz I was getting hard too Colt. Oh man holding you like that and feeling your warm body against mine and thinking about what we did earlier' I couldn't help it." It was a little strange seeing Smokey in a vulnerable position and my heart sort went out to him. "I know, that's what happened to me too; weird huh?" He shrugged his shoulders. "Come on, I'll show you how to clean these baby's." We got the fish cleaned, letting the guts go downstream, and a fire built, Smokey giving instructions the whole time. He went over to the tree where the bag had hung and fiddled with a bike lock that I hadn't noticed and came back with a bunch of different sized racks for cooking on. Also in there was a large concave wire mesh that looked like apple slice that opened into a dome that went over the fire. "Helps cut down on sparks flying," the teen explained. It was weird going around naked but I liked it. Smokey had been right, it was liberating, freeing if you will. Of course you had to be more careful but it was worth it. Smokey got the fish fried and I have to say it was delicious. We got our pan and dishes cleaned then just sort of stood there. "Well, it's about noon or a little after; the sun is at peak, now is a good time for a siesta, a nap," he said. I had noticed I was a little sleepy. We moved in under the tarp and lay down side by side on our bags, heads resting on pillows that had been put in large plastic trash bags come out in the pack on Esther. Facing each other Smokey said, "How about if we do some shooting after we nap?" I yawned and said that sounded fine. I wanted to learn how to shoot for some time and my dad had promised to teach me but hadn't gotten around to it. I felt my eyes drift and before I knew it Smokey was gently pushing me to wake up. I was sleeping on my back so stretched and yawned. 1 "Looks like you're ready to go shooting Colt," he said nodding at my waist. Of course when he said that I realized that I was raging hard so raised my head and looked down to see my cock head poking out of my foreskin and looking at me like a lost puppy. I was kind of embarrassed and said so. "Oh hell Colt; no need for that. You have such an awesome body for your age. Your cock is perfect and so are your balls. You have a perfect amount of hairs on your cock and I love the color of them." They weren't much different than his. "So," he asked rather bashfully, "Would you like me to jack you off?" "What about you," I asked him and he gave a sly grin. "I jacked off a few minutes ago watching you sleep. I couldn't help it Colt. You looked so peaceful and sweet and your cock was so hard and inviting. I could see it move with your heartbeat. I almost did it while you sleeping to see if I could but I didn't cuz I don't think it's fair doing stuff like that without permission. I got so hard watching you I had to do it. So, do you want me to?" I nodded my head. Smokey lay down next to me, his head about even with my belly button, and took hold of my cock. Once again a little jolt like electricity shot though me. Smokey used a thumb and 2 fingers technique and began jacking me off. He leaned his head in close and I swear to god I thought he was going to suck my cock but he just put his face in there and breathed in. "Oh gosh your boy smells are so awesome too." I didn't realize that I had boy smells. Oh sure I knew that after a long day my balls got kind of sniffy but didn't really think of it as boy smells. "It's so weird and cool how your foreskin works Colt. Gosh I wish I had mine." I let my head fall back onto the pillow and just reveled in the feelings of someone else getting me off. It didn't take long before I was ready to cum and I told Smokey that. He seemed to renew his energy and a moment later I was right there. "Oohh gosh Smokey," I groaned and a little stream of sperm shot out onto my belly. There were no more squirts after that just the stuff oozing out and running down over Smokey's thumb. It was finally all over with and he stopped working on me. I opened my eyes in time to see him lick my cum off his thumb. He saw me and smiled. "Do you mind?" I shook my head. The boy leaned over and licked my cum off my belly and pubic bone, cleaning me all up. "I can't help it Colt, I love how it tastes." Boy oh boy was I learning new stuff fast. "Did you like it Colt. Isn't it fun having someone else make your squirt?" "Yeah it is, I loved it. Do you want me to do you?" "Yeah, but later tonight after supper if that's okay with you." It was fine with me. "Cool. 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