Date: Mon, 18 Dec 2000 08:13:29 -0700 From: Kolorado Kowboy Subject: The Deputy and the Kid - 2 WARNING: This piece of literature contains illusions to and actual descriptions of man/boy sex and sexual themes. If you do not like this type of story or if you are not of legal age in your state/province then please do not continue reading! The author and publishing authority are not responsible for any consequences that reading such material could possibly lead to. ============================================== The Deputy and the Kid - 2 _____________________________ I soon realized that, much as I'd like to, we couldn't lay here the rest of the morning. I gently removed my self from Andy's arms and told him that the first thing we had to do was figure out some sort of way to cover him up. "Do we have to?" he asked with a slight grin. "Andy, much as I like the idea of you runnin' around in the buff, it just wouldn't look right if we happen to meet someone on the trail or when we get back to town." I replied. Although, standing there gazing down on his bare, perfect body, I WAS sorely tempted to leave him that way. Looking around the camp, I spotted a fairly good sized piece of deer skin that had already been tanned, evidently for Jake and Jasper to make moccasins or something out of. "Here we go, Andy. Do you want to play like an indian?' "Huh, what do you mean?" "Well, I'll make a few cuts on this,' I replied while holding up the leather "and the we'll put it on you like the indians do, OK?" "You mean like up between my legs?" "Yep, and then we'll take another piece and tie it into place around your waist." While I was explaining to him I'd been busy makin' a few swift cuts with my knife so that I had kind of a long rectangle with an hour-glass shape in the middle where his legs would go. "Here, let's try this on and see how it fits." I said as I knelt down in front of him. I passed the soft leather between his legs and then I had him hold the front and back up as I wrapped the narrow strip I'd cut around his beautiful waist and tied it off. After he let the ends down, they hung down in front and back just right. "There ya go, Andy. Now you got what's called a 'breech-clout' just like the indians wear. The only other thing you need is a pair of moccasins." Andy looked down at himself and then back up at me. "This is nice. It's so soft and feels really good. Can you really make the moccasins too?" He asked in youthful wonder. "Sure," I replied "nothin' to it. Just watch, then you can make your own some day." So saying, I placed his feet, one at a time, on the remaining leather and drew a rough outline of them, added some more around the edges, cut them out and then drew up the sides. With some other string I'd cut, I proceeded to stitch them up across the top and then the front and backs. "There, try those on. Ain't nuthin' to it when you've done as many as I have." I said as I held them out to him. He slid them on his delicate looking feet and stood there beaming like he'd just won first prize at a pie-eatin contest. "Gee, Dan, these feel good too. I can sure see why the indians like them." He gushed as he did a little impromptu dance around the camp. "I'm glad you like them, but we have to get goin' if we're goin' to get back to town. We've already wasted a good portion of the mornin'." So sayin', I started pickin up the camp and saddling the horses. I was busy doin' that and noticed with pleasure that Andy didn't argue or hesitate, but just dug right in and helped. As he was saddlin his horse I went over to where I'd dumped the bodies of the Barkley boys and rolled them into the small arroyo and caved in dirt and rocks on top of them. Long ways from a decent type burial, but those boys had been a long ways from decent, so I didn't feel to awful fired bad. That, and it was a long way back to town and they would get to stinkin' somethin' fierce in this heat, so I wasn't about to take them along. "Let's hit the trail, son. We got a ways to go." I said as I picked him up and swung him into his saddle. Just the feel of his bare waist in my hands started gettin' me all riled up again, so, with an effort, I turned and got up on my buckskin and led the way out of there back to town. I felt a strange sense of jealousy towards Andy's saddle though. Nothing more happened on the way back until the night before we got back to town, mainly because by the time we camped for the night, we were both dog tired and barely got some food down before we would sack out. I called a halt early, figurin that we could reach town with an easy ride on the next day. Andy was grateful, but the whole way there hadn't been one little complaint from him. The sun was just settin' and turnin' the evening sky a brilliant slap-dash of colors when we got done eatin'. Andy moved over and sat down close to me and wrapped his arms around my arm. "Dan?" He asked in that soft, little-boy voice of his that seemed to hit me down deep inside somewheres. "Yeah, Andy? What's the matter, son?" "What's goin to happen to me, when we get to town tomorrow?" "Well, son, I've been thinkin' on that and, if it's alright with you, I think that you should just stay on with me. That's if you want to." "Can I? I think I'd like that very much, Dan." "Then it's settled. I don't know as how good a fill-in dad I'll be, but I think that you and I can just sorta learn as we go. OK?" Andy nodded his head and was quiet for a long space and then he looked up at me with those sky-blue eyes of his reflectin' the firelight and almost whispered his next question. "Do you think ... I mean ... would it be OK with you if ... oh, gees." "What is it, Andy? You know that you can ask or tell me anything, don't you?" I gently prodded. "Yeah, I know." He sighed. "Well, you know how you call me son most of the time?" "Yes. Does that bother you?" "NO, silly. I already told you it doesn't." He smirked. "I was just wonderin', since you called me son if I could, well maybe, call you Dad?" I thought my chest would bust, it was swellin' up that much. "I'd be right honored if you would, SON." I said, tryin' to hold back from tearin' up. "Thanks, Dad." He whispered, as he looked up into my eyes. I returned his look and then as if something magical fell over us, he shifted around so that he was sitting in my lap facing me and, never breaking eye contact, he gradually moved his face closer to mine until, with the scent of his little boy breath in my nose, I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around him. Our lips met and it was like nothin' I'd ever felt before. It was a good thing that there weren't any indians or any of my enemies out and about just then, because my whole focus of attention was suddenly and totally zeroed in on this wonderful, beautiful boy in my arms! The sweet sensations that were following over me seemed to begin with his soft, moist and hot lips. As we slowly parted our lips and I felt and tasted his sweet tongue enter my mouth, those same sensations swirled around and seemed to all come crashing down into my groin. Andy slowly broke off the kiss and leaned back in my arms. He smiled ever so radiantly and continued to gaze at me so deeply that I thought I would fall into his soft blue eyes. As we sat there gazing into each others eyes, not saying a word, I found myself panting like a wind-broke pony. Without speaking, Andy got up off my lap and began to undress. I unrolled my bedroll and then joined him in getting ready for bed, though I had some serious doubts as to how I would ever get to sleep with this heaven-sent angel lying next to me. As if by unspoken agreement, we both undressed completely. On all the other previous nights we had pretty much remained dressed, mostly from being so tired from the trail that we hardly did more than take the saddles off the horses and have a quick bite to eat and then lay down until morning would stir us. A couple of times we didn't even bother with a fire, just made a cold camp and rested. I laid down and as Andy slid under the blankets next to me, I could see that his young boyhood was standing up proud. Then I felt his naked body cuddle up against me. I raised my arm and he laid his head on my chest with an arm and a leg draping over on top of me. As I brought my arm back down, I thrilled at the feel of his smooth, supple and soft body next to mine. Soft, that is, except for one part, which was making itself known against my hip. I soon felt Andy's small, delicate hand slowly move down my chest and stomach until he reached my rock hard cock. Sensuously wrapping his fingers around it, he lifted up his head and, once again, I felt myself lost in his gaze. Keeping his eyes on mine, he moved over on top of me, not letting go of my leaking manhood until it was firmly trapped between our bodies. "I love you, Dad." He whispered as he began to move up and down on my body. I could feel his hard boy-cock next to my own throbbing tool and I could only moan in response as I felt myself rapidly getting to that ultimate of releases. "Oh, God! I love you, too, Andy!" I groaned as wave after wave of ecstasy swept over me and I unloaded my hot seed between our writhing bodies. It was almost to much to bear, when suddenly, Andy gripped me tight and his whole body shuddered. I could feel his little boy cock jerking and throbbing as he experienced his own orgasm. Although he was still to young to shoot any cum of his own, I highly doubt that it was any less intense and enjoyable. With a soft, deflating sigh, Andy seemed to melt on top of me and with-in just a few moments he was well on his way to dreamland. As for me, I laid there with this small chunk of heaven laying on me and never felt more alive. With a last gentle hug, I too drifted off to sleep, somehow knowing that my life was now complete. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I wish to thank all those who wrote. I never expected such a response! Also, a short personal note to Theo-I did get your e-mail, but when I tried to send a reply it wouldn't go through. Do you have a different address? Once again, I will try to answer ALL e-mail ( except flame ) Kolorado Kowboy