Date: Mon, 20 Jul 1998 15:40:33 PDT From: itsa me Subject: The Rifleman THE RIFLEMAN CHAPTER ONE It all started on a warm spring day. Winter had been cold and the spring was warm. Lucas was working on repairing some fence damaged by the winter storms. He felt drops of sweat trickle down his back as he dug new holes and hammered wires to the posts. He paused to wipe the sweat off his face and eyes. As he caught his breath, he gazed out at his spread. His cattle and horses had done well over the winter. Many new calves and a couple of colts had appeared. The new crops were green and growing. And, speaking of growing, so was Mark. Mark was splitting firewood down by the barn - one of the regular chores necessary to life on the farm. Lucas had taken a lot of pride in watching Mark grow up, and even more so as of late. Since Mark's mom died those 12 years ago when Mark was born, Lucas had been both mother and father to the boy. He could still remember when Mark was still running around in diapers - when he could keep them on his skinny little butt. Lucas laughed to himself - so many years ago. Yes, he was proud of how the boy was growing. Mark was sprouting like a weed. Mark, too, had taken his shirt off to work, enjoying the warm sun after the cold winter. The sun was gleaming off the coat of sweat Mark had built up. His young body showed the beginning development of muscles. He was a beautiful boy and would be a handsome man some day - and strong, too. At 12 years old, he could swing an ax as good as any man. As Mark swung the ax, his young muscles flexed and moved, easily visible on his shiny back and chest. His body was beginning to tan - darkened from exposure to the sun. Every once in a while, his jeans would shift and you could see the pale skin peek out from beneath his belly button or the other side. "He IS beautiful to look at," Lucas thought, then shook his head to clear his thoughts. Mark, too, stopped to wipe the sweat off his forehead and grinned up at his pa. Lucas thought how he would probably make some lucky girl a fine husband, but that would be a few more years. "What the heck," Lucas thought. It was Saturday. Lucas was going to knock off work early, get cleaned up, and go into to town for a little relaxing. Saturday meant bath day, too. That's why Mark was chopping the extra wood. The creek water would still be a little too cold for bathing. As if reading his father's mind, Mark looked up at his dad and, with a nod of his dad's head, started moving wood to the fireplace to warm up the water kettle that they would use for the bath. It was his dad's turn to use the tub first this week, but Mark still had to get it ready. Mark half filled the tub with cold water and then added the hot water. He laid out soap and towels for him and his pa and then went outside. "All ready, pa" he said in his "still a boy" voice as his dad passed. "I'll put the tools and stuff away (it was his job, anyway)." He gathered the tools and stacked them or hung them up in the barn. He got done early and headed for the house. As Mark walked to the house, he began stripping off his filthy work clothes and sticking them under one sweaty arm. Living out by themselves did have some advantages - and being able to strip down without a second thought was one of them. Soon, he was buck naked and ready for a good bath. Forgetting to knock, Mark charged in and tossed his long johns and other clothes on the floor - just as Lucas climbed out of the tub and started to dry off. "MARK!!" his dad hollered. Mark looked up and each got an eyeful as Lucas yelled at him. Mark mumbled, "S-s-sorry!" and ran back outside, forgetting about his clothes. "Wow," Mark grinned to himself as he thought about he saw. Sometimes he had watched his dad work without his shirt on and admired how muscular and strong he looked. But what he just saw was something else. He knew grown men had big "things" but his dad's was HUGE. "If they saw that, they'd call him bull instead of rifleman!" Mark laughed to himself. But the laugh was short because he knew he was in trouble. His pa was strict and he had warned Mark about walking in on him (or anyone) without knocking first. Pretty soon, his dad came out with his jeans and boots on. Mark was standing outside buck naked. "Mark, I've told you about this before. I've told you over and over again about respecting privacy and I guess I'm just going to have make you remember." Mark's head fell. He knew he was in for a strapping. He didn't argue, but headed for the wood shed. Lucas watched as his son, buck naked and without a thought, walked slowly to the shed. His pale butt and legs contrasted to his working tan and Lucas watched Mark's muscular butt bounce and his little boy dick swing back and forth as he walked. Mark didn't even seem to be aware that he had nothing on. For that matter, his dad didn't really pay attention or think about it. Only Mark's friend, Chet, who sat relaxing under a tree on the hill, thought about it (but more about Chet later). Lucas followed Mark, strap in hand, and sat down. Without a word, Mark bent over his dad's lap. As Mark looked back and saw his bare butt, he suddenly remembered he was completely naked. Suddenly, and he didn't know why, Mark was embarrassed and his face turned red. But neither said anything about it. Lucas said, "I've told you again and again about privacy!" as he laid the strap on. Lucas watched Mark's butt he brought it down and it bounced against Mark's soft butt skin, turning the skin from pale white to pink and then to dark red. He was so caught up in the sight that he strapped Mark hard, harder than he meant to. Tears flowed down Mark's cheeks. Lucas realized that he had lost his temper and spanked Mark harder than he needed to. He suddenly felt sorry and gently rubbed Mark's back and his butt, trying to soothe him. As he rubbed Mark, Lucas suddenly realized that he was staring more and more at Mark's butt, not thinking about the strapping, but some feelings he was having. He noticed that, as he rubbed them, Mark's cheeks separated. From Mark's position, Lucas got a clear view of Mark's pinkish hole. It seemed to wink at him. Lucas shook his head to clear his thoughts. Why was he thinking of that? What he needed to do was to get to town for a woman. In fact, that was where he was going that night. Suddenly his thoughts cleared and Mark was holding him. All was forgiven, but Mark would not be permitted to go to town that night. Lucas found a woman and took care of his needs, something he did weekly because he needed it that often (or more). But pictures of the naked form of Mark, ready for a bath and being spanked, flashed in his mind and still tugged at his mind. It bothered him, but he didn't know quite what it was. In the following days, the incident was mostly forgotten. Mostly. CHAPTER TWO As with all things, Lucas and Mark had quickly forgiven each other and pretty much forgotten the incident. Life went on. Still, sometimes Lucas would have memories of Mark naked and had some strange feelings that he couldn't quite sort out. He chose to ignore those feelings. One Saturday, something happened that reminded him of it. Mark had taken off with one of his friends, Chet, to go fishing. Lucas decided to knock off early and get a little fishing in - so he walked down to the fishing spot near their ranch. As he got close to the top of the hill, he could hear the boys screaming and laughing and water splashing. "Some fishermen", Lucas thought. However, instead of fishing, the boys were swimming - skinny dipping. "Well, boys will be boys." He watched them at play. They would swim and splash each other. There was a tree that they had rigged up with some old rope. Once in a while, one or both would get out, climb to the swing, and swing out, all spread eagled, to drop into the cool water. "Not very bashful," Lucas thought and laughed. As they swung around and back and forth, their movements left nothing to the imagination. Lucas continued to watch and study them. Mark's friend was about the same size, but not as well developed physically. Lucas noticed that neither once had sprouted any hair, although their young little boy dicks were beginning to show signs of growing. He looked with pride on his handsome, beautiful son. Again he felt those strange feelings inside. He shook his head to clear it. Mark was okay so he quickly left those feelings and went back to the house. "Do you think he saw us?" "Yeh, but I guess he wouldn't come down." "Is his thing really as big as you say?" "DEFINITELY!" And they went to their little boy games and a few "not-so-little-boy" games that Chet was teaching Mark. That night, over fish, Mark and Lucas ate without talking. Mark was quiet and seemed a little nervous. "What's on your mind, son?" After some hesitation, Mark finally admitted he had some questions about "the birds and the bees". He had seen animals, but wondered about people. Lucas patiently explained what he knew on the subject. "Is that where you go on Saturday?" Mark asked. "Well, yes. Maybe one day I will take you to meet a group of ladies who help young men learn." "I'd rather learn with you." "What do you mean?" Lucas asked. "Oh, nothing." And that ended that discussion. Little did Lucas know that Mark's friend, Chet, had taught Mark a lot more than about swimming. CHAPTER THREE Months passed, memories faded, and it was winter again. Chet and Mark had spent a busy summer camping, swimming, and stuff (it was the stuff that kept Mark going back). Then, suddenly, Chet and his family had pulled out to go farther west, leaving Mark without a close friend and a burning hunger inside. The snows came early. It became rare to leave the house for chores, much less to go to town. Lucas and Mark were stuck out at the ranch. Reading and sharing stories brought some release from the boredom. Nights could get really cold. Sometimes, it was freezing and Mark's long night shirt wouldn't keep him warm enough (especially since he didn't usually wear underwear). Mark would climb into his father's bed. His dad would rub his body until he got warm and they would go back to sleep. Mark really seemed to have his dad rub his back and his butt, moving around to make it easier for his dad to reach them. His dad never thought anything about it. What Lucas was really missing his weekly visits to his lady friends. Some nights he would have trouble sleeping and would wake up with a raging hard on. While Mark still slept, he would either lay on his back, drop his pants and take care of it, or, if Mark was awake, he would go to the outhouse. On one night, though, things were different. Lucas woke up with his hard on. He wanted to take care of it, but realized that Mark was in bed with him, curled up in his arms with his back snuggled up to Lucas' chest. Lucas was feeling confused and frustrated. He pulled back the cover to go outside and saw that Mark's night shirt had ridden up above his waist like it did many times, revealing Mark's smooth pale butt. Lucas stared at Mark's butt and began to get those confusing feelings. Suddenly, he realized that his own pants were pulled open and his dick was out. Then he felt panic. Lucas suddenly realized that his hard on was lying between Mark's young butt cheeks. Mark kept stirring around, seeming to try to get warmer by getting closer to his dad, especially pushing his young hips back. As he did, his dad's dick wedged deeper and tighter between Mark's cheeks. Lucas tried to back off, but Mark kept pushing back against him until finally Lucas' back was flat against the wall. Lucas was trapped. Lucas tried to move away, but only succeeded in wedging his dick deeper inside Mark's butt cheeks. In fact, he felt the head of his dick nudge against Mark's hole. His mind flashed back to the spanking he gave him and the sight of his son's pink hole. This only served to increase his feelings and his dick got harder. Mark was laying still again, so Lucas just relaxed. He thought about waking Mark up, but didn't want to embarrass him. So he just laid there and waited for a chance to get out of the situation. Then, Mark moved some more, his butt cheeks clamping tighter on Lucas' dick and Lucas started getting more excited. Then, things turned worse as Lucas felt Mark pushing his hips back hard against his dad's dick. Lucas felt his head begin to slip in his son's hole. He worried about hurting Mark and tried to back off, but Mark kept pushing until he had impaled his small hips on his dad's dick. Soon after, Mark's hips starting a slow humping motion. Mark was pushing hard against his dad. Lucas could only think to lay still. Yet inside, he could feel those feelings that he had denied begin to build. He wanted his son - physically. He wanted to show Mark the love he felt. Mark's pressure and rhythm increased. Lucas could feel more and more of his dick sliding into his son's tight ass. Soon, Lucas could feel his pubic hair brushing against his son's back. Another couple of humps from his son's butt and he could have sworn he heard a sigh of deep satisfaction from Mark - and then a slow regular humping started. Lucas could feel Mark's hot, tight silky hole sliding up and down his shaft, squeezing it - pumping it. He was loving this pleasure, these feelings. This was what he had had been feeling, been wanting all along. He wanted to make love to his beautiful son - and now he was doing it. He could feel the pressure beginning to build in his balls. He fought the urge to release but soon, he couldn't control it any more. He grabbed his son's hips and started pistoning his dick faster and faster, , harder and harder, deeper and deeper in his son's ass. He could hear, even feel, his balls slap against Mark's butt. He could no longer hold back and he grunted as he pumped his huge load into his son's young hot ass. He loved the feelings it was giving him. After Lucas had finished shooting, he relaxed and sighed. He felt Mark's muscles squeezing against his dick, milking his juice out - like one of the young girls at the whorehouse. Then Lucas felt his now softened dick slide out. After a minute, Mark slid out of bed. "Was he awake?" Lucas thought as he peeked through his eyes and got a good view of his son. Mark's dick was hot pink and hard as a rock, slapping against his belly as he walked. "So he enjoyed this," Lucas smiled to himself. Then Lucas also got a glimpse of Mark's butt. As Mark turned, the pale butt cheeks opened showing his pink hole, which was now a red and puffy and a slightly open little "O". He could see some cooking grease and a little cum leaking out of Mark's hole and sliding down his pale legs. Then Mark sort of looked over his shoulder and grinned and was gone to the outhouse. Lucas felt some great relief, but he knew there was something more going on here and he was going to get to the bottom of it (he laughed at his unintentional joke). CHAPTER FOUR When Mark returned, his dad was sitting up in bed. He motioned Mark over to him. "Well?" he asked. Mark hemmed and hawed and finally began telling his pa about Chet and him ... and their experiences. Some time ago, Chet had told Mark that he had seen two guys doing stuff together on the trail. The more Chet explained, the more curious Mark became. After a while, the two began experimenting - like when they would sneak off to the swimming hole or go camping - and got alone. While there, they had played around with each other and even tried some stuff. Mark said that he was actually kind of enjoying it. Then Chet had moved away. "That's what I wanted to ask you about." "Well, I guess it might be okay if you're on the trail a long time ..." Lucas said. "Yeh," said Mark, "or maybe if you're stuck inside all winter." Mark grinned. Lucas realized that Mark was trying to help him, grinned, and nodded his head yes. "Okay, but what about you, Mark?" Mark looked up, sort of smiled, and shrugged his shoulders. Lucas motioned him over and had him strip. Lucas' eyes ran over his son's body. From his neck down, it was completely hairless, with the exception of a few wispy hairs on his legs. This was good in a way, because it showed off Mark's developing muscles and physique. He would definitely be a handsome man some day. The muscles on Mark's chest were showing a good outline. It was cold and Mark's nipples stood out hard. His upper body still showed signs of his working man's tan. Mark's stomach was lean and tight, with the dimpled muscles of a fighter and a cute little belly button. Then Lucas' eyes dropped down to his son's crotch. Mark's dick stood out dark pink and hard, maybe about 3 or 4 inches in length and slapped against his stomach as he walked. His balls were pink and wrinkled, drawn up tight from the cold, flashing that little ridge that ran underneath. Lucas had him lay down on the bed. "I enjoyed what we did," Mark confessed. "If you wanna do it again ..." Lucas grinned, "We'll see." He rubbed his son's shoulders and chest. He paused to rub each of his nipples in turn. Mark inhaled sharply. Lucas rubbed his hand over the smooth skin and down to Mark's stomach. Mark leaned back on the pillow with his hands folded under his head to enjoy what was happening. Lucas tickled Mark's stomach a little and stuck a finger in his belly button. Mark giggled like a true kid. Lucas reached down and rubbed Mark's legs, rubbing the inside part of his thighs up to just below his balls. Mark's dick stood up harder and hotter. Then Lucas' hand moved to cover Mark's boy dick. It was hard and pulsing with Mark's excitement. Lucas looked at it for a second. It was smooth, like when Mark was a baby, only with veins visible around it as it stood up hard. Mark's balls were pink and wrinkled, only bigger - growing towards man sized. The sack had relaxed as Mark got more excited. Lucas looked up at Mark's eyes - he recognized the look. Mark was burning with excitement and desire. One hand began pumping the boy dick slowly, squeezing it and increasing the excitement. The other hand began to tease Mark's balls and rub the little ridge that ran between his balls and his pink (now red) nether hole. Lucas was enjoying this view and his son' reaction. Slowly, Lucas' mouth dropped to his son's hard dick. His lips closed over the small bulbous head and slipped down the shaft. The sensation was incredible. Mark's butt jumped up off the bed to meet his father's mouth. Lucas began a slow up and down motion over his son's dick. Mark's hips rocked back and forth in response. Lucas heard the low moan from his son - he was really getting into this. Mark's hips picked up their pumping rate. Faster and faster in his dad's mouth. Soon, his body went rigid and Lucas could taste the sweet saltiness of his son's young cum. He finished licking Mark clean and released his now soft dick from his mouth. He looked up and saw the sweet smile on Mark's face. They both knew that this winter would not be as bad nor as lonely as some other ones they had known. -END- The Rifleman and all characters from the series are trademarks of and copyright Four Star Productions.