Date: Sat, 16 Dec 2000 09:55:00 -0700
From: Kolorado Kowboy <xnavair@msn.com>
Subject: The Deputy & the Kid - part 1

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.
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			  The Deputy and the kid
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				 Chapter 1
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	I had been trailing the two bank robbers for five days now and I
had slowly but surely gained ground on them. I wasn't in a rush. As long as
they kept moving they weren't spending any of the money and they hadn't hid
it anywhere along the line yet, the main reason being, they didn't know I
was still on their trail.
       The days in the saddle had given me a load of time to do some deep
thinking. I had joined the army at 14 (I told them I was 17 ) and had
worked with one of the best trackers/scouts in the Union Army. He had
taught me everything he knew and I had been an apt student, to the point
that, by the time the war ended two years later, he reckoned as how I was
some better at it than him.
       Mustering out of the army, I just sort of naturally drifted west to
the new frontier and a life that suited my natural talents and disposition.
I was a loner. Oh, I got along with folks all right, but I tended to keep
to myself, which 10 years later, along with my tracking abilities, made me
a perfect fit for my job.....I'm a Deputy U.S. Marshall.
     By reading sign at their camps I could tell that they felt nice and
secure that they were no longer being chased, which suited me just fine,
for that way they wouldn't be watching their back-trail as hard and
possibly lay an ambush for me. I preferred to be the one doin the
ambushing.
      I made camp in the last place that they had and figured that I would
be able to catch up with them by the next evening. after a light supper
cooked over a small fire I laid back to wait the evening out drinking
coffee and laying plans for tomorrow. Soon, though, I found my thoughts
drifting and I began to analyze my life. At 26 years old I had a good job
doing what I enjoyed and had the respect of the people of the town I called
home. I didn't have a wife or for that matter even a girlfriend and after
some thought I found that idea just didn't have any attraction for me but I
still felt like there was "something" missing in my life but I just
couldn't lay a hand to what it might be. Pondering on that, I drifted off
to sleep.
       I was back in the saddle before the sun rose and heading in the
general direction of where I had seen a campfire glowing in the distance
the night before. I figured if I kept the place I'd seen the fire slightly
to my right I should cross their trail and gain some time to be able to lay
out some kind of plan to catch them without any bloodshed (my blood in
particular). Early in the afternoon I cut their sign and figured they were
only an hour or two ahead of me. Keeping the trail to the side I followed
slowly so as to keep any dust down that would announce my presence to them
should they happen to look back.
      After about an hour I drew up and re-examined their tracks.
Something had rang an alarm in my head.....then it dawned on me....there
was now a THIRD set of tracks! I got down and closely examined the new
tracks and wondered if it was a partner of theirs or just someone that had
the misfortune to run into them. I figured if it was the latter that they
just might be in trouble, so I got back on my horse and trotted up the
trail trying to spot some place that would be a likely camp for them.
     Just at sunset I spotted a small creek with a grove of trees about a
quarter mile away and figuring that it would be a likely place for them to
camp, I dismounted and tied my horse. Then taking my rifle, I walked toward
the grove making sure to stay to low ground and kinda swinging wide so that
I would approach it from the opposite side that they would be expecting any
company to come from.
       As I neared the trees I glimpsed the light of a campfire and was
pleased that my hunch was correct and that I had not just rode on up to
their camp. Taking my time so as not to make any noise or draw the
attention of their horses, I crept up to the edge of the camp just as it
became dark. What I saw as I surveyed the scene before me shocked me to
complete stillness....the two robbers were there and so was the third
person that had met them on the trail. But the new person was tied by his
wrists to an overhanging tree branch and from what I could tell he was just
a young boy maybe 10 or 11 years old. But what had shocked me wasn't that
so much as the fact that he was completely naked!!!
       I found myself gazing on the boys perfect body from his sun colored
blond hair to his beautiful face, down his smooth hairless body and
lingering on his perfectly formed small cock hanging slightly over his
balls with not the slightest hint of pubic hair starting to show and then
letting my gaze travel down his well formed legs. From the angle of my
vision I could just barely see the curve of his bubble-butt and I
discovered that I had a raging hard-on from taking in the beauty of the
young boy.
      Forcing myself back to reality, I studied his two captors and
recognized them as the Barkley brothers. They had a reputation for being
mean, arrogant and ready to fight at the drop of a hat, and they would drop
the hat themselves if they felt like it. I mentally added ugly and filthy
to their list of qualities. They both looked like big, hairy, lumbering
apes. I decided to watch and listen for awhile to see what the score was
before I made a move to take them.
   "Well, Jasper, what do you think we oughta do with pretty-boy here?"
Said the oldest one, Jake.
    "Well now, I think mebbe as how he should be taught a lesson for
follerin us and interruptin our plans." Replied Jasper.
    "Hmmmmm. And I think I know just the lesson he needs, too." said Jake
as he walked over to the boy and grabbed his young butt in his grubby paw.
      "I rekken as how this kid just has to have a nice tight hole and I
haven't had a woman in some time, so I think that we should sorta make
junior here our woman. How's that sound to you lil' brother?"
      "Oh, damn. That sounds just fine to me, Jake. We can just sorta take
our pleasure with him tonight and then leave him for the wolves and
buzzards tomorrow, 'cause we should be able to get to that there train
depot tomorrow evenin and climb a freight to Denver and get us some real
women then."
       "That's about how I figger it too, Jasper. How 'bout it kid? You
ever had a man shove his hard cock up inside that cute lil' ass of yours?"
Asked Jake as he leaned in next to the boys ear.
       "N-n-no sir, but please don't do that....I didn't mean nuthin' by
followin' you guys....I was just tryin' to find some company an mebbe
sumthin to eat."
      The boy had looked worried before but now he was scared to the point
of crying at the prospect of not only being used as a woman but also that
the men were obviously not going to let him live past the night.
      "Well, boy, that's jest to bad now ain't it?" Jake said as he undid
his trousers. "'Cause it's gonna happen wether you all like it or not, so
you may as well jest try yer best to enjoy it while you can." So saying,
Jake proceeded to undress, revealing the rest of his fat, hairy, ugly body.
      I had been waiting to make a move until both men were totally
distracted but before they had a chance to hurt the boy. As Jake smeared

bacon grease on his short stub of a cock, Jasper laid down his rifle and

had taken off his gun-belt so that he could get ready to follow his brother
in raping the beautiful but helpless boy. This was the moment I had been
waiting for.....stepping out into the open with my rifle at the ready I
announced my presence.
     "all right, boys, just stand where you are and make no sudden moves

and nobody gets hurt or dead."
     "WHA--Who the hell are you?" hollered Jake as he tried to hide his
rapidly deflating shaft.
      As I turned slightly to answer him, Jasper decided to take his chance
and lunged for his gun. I spun towards him and fired from the hip as he
brought his pistol to bear. The heavy rifle slug hit him just under his
chin and as he was laying sort of feet first towards me the slug came out
the top of his head. No doubt about it.....he was dead.
      "MISTER. LOOK-OUT!" The young boy yelled.
      I kneeled as I turned and the move probably saved my life as I heard
the slug from Jake's pistol snap over my head. I returned fire, shooting as
fast as I could pull the trigger on my own pistol and I saw Jake take at
least two direct hits in the upper chest. The impact of my shots knocked
him staggering backwards and then he just sort of sat down.  Jake looked up
at me with a sneer on his lips and tried to say something but, instead, he
slowly laid over to the side and died.
       The sound of the young boy crying brought me back to reality, so I
walked over to him and, reaching up, I cut his wrists free from the limb.
As soon as I had freed him the naked boy fell into my arms and continued

to cry. I stood there holding him trying to say something to help calm him
down and the whole time I could feel my cock getting harder and harder from
having this beautiful, naked young boy in my arms.
     I guided the boy over to the fire and sat him down on a log and looked
around the camp to try and find his clothes or something to cover him up
with but his clothes were in shreds and the blankets of the men were way to
filthy to even consider putting on the boy. So I took off my shirt and
placing it over his shoulders, I told him I would be right back as soon as
I went and got my horse.
      As I walked back to my horse, I tried to examine my feelings and
figure out why I had reacted to the boy as I had....just thinking about him
and remembering the sight of him naked had my cock harder than I could ever
remember it being.
      I returned to the camp with my horse and after staking him out with
the other horses, I stripped the gear off of him and quickly rubbed him
down. I walked over to the boy and took my shirt off of him and gently
wrapped my blanket around him. As my hands grazed the silky smooth skin of
the boy's shoulder I was shocked to see my hands shaking! This boy was
affecting me harder and in more ways than I could ever remember being.
     I put some more wood on the fire and proceeded to clean up the camp;
removing the two bodies back behind the bushes and picking up the scattered
clothes, guns etc. Then I decided to just go ahead and fix some coffee and
food. As I was fixing the food the boy watched me from over the rim of his
cup of coffee I had given him, saying nothing.
      After I had dished up our plates and handed him his I decided to see
if I could get some information from him.
      "My name is Dan, Dan Thomas and I'm a deputy U.S. Marshall." I said
to kind of get the ball rolling and to also let him know that he was safe
now."What's your name son?"
      "Andy Torrell, sir." The boy softly replied.
      "Ok, Andy....first off, drop the 'sir' bit ok? I'm not real picky
about that sort of thing. Next question is... What the hell are you doing
way out in the sticks like this by yourself?"
      "Well, sir....uhmmm sorry...uh Dan?....anyways my folks were killed
about a month back when our wagon was travelin along top of a ravine and a
whole section of the rim just sorta sloughed off and when the dust settled,
the wagon was at the bottom upside-down and Ma and Pa were both dead."  The
boy answered softly.
     "Where were you, at the time, son?"
     "I was off ridin' Bart, thats my horse, lookin for some rabbits or
somethin ta shoot for supper."
     "Pardon my sayin so, Andy, but you seem to have gotten over your folks
dying pretty quick. Either that or it didn't bother you that much."
     "Well, sir..sorry..Dan, I guess mebbe I should feel bad but all I feel
is just kinda hollow....I dunno...a lot of times I got the feelin that I
was sorta in their way...like the only reason they kept me around was to do
their dirty work."
     Andy had such a sad face that before I knew what I was doing, I told
him to come over to me as I held open my arms. He looked at me for a long
moment and then slowly stood and moved over next to me and sat down close
to my side. As soon as I wrapped my arms around him it was like I had
opened up the flood gates. He must have cried into my shoulder for 15 or 20
minutes, all the while I kept my arms wrapped around him tight and slowly
rocked back and forth until he calmed down a bit.
      "Andy, are you O.K now?" I asked softly after he had been quiet for
awhile.
     "Yeah, but...."
     "But what, son?"
     "Well, I was wonderin' if you would mind holdin' me like this for a
bit....I like it and it feels good an nobody ever held me like this
before."
     "Sure, I'll hold you as long as you want, Andy. But why don't we lay
down in the blankets so that we'll be warm and we can go to sleep." I said,
not really knowing what I was gettin into.
     I took off my boots, pants and shirt and we got into my bedroll with
him snuggling up tight against my side with a soft sigh. Soon Andy was
asleep and it suddenly dawned on me that I had been gently running my hand
over his shoulders and back and that the young boy was still naked.  As I
continued to rub his back, I let my hand go lower and lower until I was
caressing his bare ass-cheeks. I found myself enjoying the feel of him as
he lay sleeping and once again, with an aching hard-on, I fell asleep.
      I awoke in the early dawn, and slipped quietly out of the bed-roll

to relieve myself against a tree and then after I had gotten back in and
put my arm back under Andy's neck he stirred and put his arm over me in
such a way as to end up almost laying completely over my still hard cock! I
lay still and soon I could tell that he had woken up, but before I could
say anything he seemed to realize where his arm was laying and he drew it
back until his hand was laying on my cock. I decided to keep pretending to
be asleep for the moment to see what he would do. He gently ran his fingers
over the outline of my manhood under the long-johns I had on and then after
glancing up to see if I was awake he shifted so that he could lay his head
on my stomach and then he slowly opened up the fly of my long-johns and
wrapped his small fingers around my shaft.
      It was all I could do to keep from moaning out loud as he continued
to slowly explore my shaft. I finally gave into to temptation and I pulled
him up so that he was laying on top of me. As he lay there he looked into
my eyes for a long time and then he lowered his lips to mine! Our lips met
and it was like instinct kicked in for both of us as we both parted our
lips and began exploring each others mouths. He was shorter than me so that
as we kissed his hard, hairless cock was pushing against my belly-button
and my own hard shaft was rising up between his spread legs with the top of
it laying in the hot cleft between his sweet ass-cheeks.

     As we continued kissing, Andy moved his legs between mine clamping my
aching cock between his smooth thighs. A few thrusts on my part was all it
took and with a loud moan into Andy's mouth I shot my load of hot cum. It
shot up and wad after wad landed on his back, starting up between his
shoulders and finally dribbling out and down onto his small bubble-butt. I
was in heaven! I had never came so much and so hard as I just had with this
sweet, innocent boy and as I lay panting and trying to return to earth, he
pushed up with his arms and was looking at me strangely but with a small
smile.
    "What happened, Dan? Did you just pee on my back?"
    "No, son, I did what is called cumming. The stuff that came out of me
and onto your back is what makes babies when you have sex with a woman."  I
replied as soon as I got my breath back.
     "I don't do that when ever I have played with myself. Is there
something wrong with me?" He asked in a worried tone.
     "No, no, son, you will have that happen to you after you have gotten a
little older when you are like 13 or 14 years old. Your dick will also get
a lot bigger than it is now and you will start to grow hair around it and
also under your arms."
     "Oh." He said and then he laid his head down so that it was nestled

under my chin and he was quiet for sometime.
     "Dan?" he whispered.
     "Yes, Andy?"
     "Why do you call me 'son'?"
      I was quiet for a moment trying to decide how to answer and then I

said..."Well, I don't know exactly...it just sort of something I do, I
guess.  Why? Does it bother you when I do?"
     "No, when YOU call me that I like it....no one has ever called me that
and when you do it kinda makes me feel all warm inside. I wish I were your
son." He said.
     "Ohh, Andy,"I whispered. As I hugged him tight I could almost feel my
heart break for this poor boy in my arms that life seemed to have treated
so unkindly as to place in with kinfolk that not only didn't seem to care
about him they seemed to treat him as no better than a hired hand or worse
a slave to do their dirty-work. Right then and there I decided that one way
or another I was going to find SOME way to keep this dear boy with me.
    I didn't say anything to him about my partly formed plans as I didn't
want to get his hopes up and then not be able to carry through.


    Please let me know what you think of my story so far, or if you have
ideas for future chapters. I will answer all e-mails except for flame.
Kolorado Kowboy <xnavair@msn.com>