Date: Sat, 05 Sep 2020 23:17:38 +0000 From: kleiner.gespenst Subject: Hot Tub Cowboy | Part 7 The continuing story of a transplanted New Yorker and his best friend in the Sierras. Say there, Buckaroo, if you like cowboys, or hot tubs, or stories about both, or really anything published here, can you consider donating to keep lights on? http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ============================================================= "No. The two of you are not camping by yourselves until November. That's final," Phil Becker ended the argument, reminding his 12-year-old son Zev and 14-year-old Obie Moore that the height of grizzly bear season was the end of summer and early Fall. And with their dog recovering from surgery, there was no way they'd know if a mountain lion were about. "Daaaaad..." Zev replied in defeat. "Come on, Ob." As the boys walked away, Mr. Becker sighed, remembering his own disappointments as a kid. "We'll figure out something else, OK?" The dejected boys muttered acknowledgement, and walked out of Mr. Becker's barn / art studio, flopping down in lounge chairs by the swimming pool. At two weeks before Labor Day in late August, the ranch in the Sierra Nevada foothills baked under cloudless skies, and brutal heat. Of course, it was even hotter a few miles east, in Reno, and it wasn't even noon. But neither boy cared about the weather, angry their plan to camp out together over Labor Day had been crushed. Zev yanked off his t-shirt, and his best friend did the same. The boys brooded in nothing but cargo shorts, while they debated other ideas. Sweating in the morning heat, they pulled off their shorts as well, and jumped into the pool in their underwear. Swimming for a bit, the boys ended up sitting on a shelf in the shallow end. Zev's long blond hair, uncut since he'd grown close to the long-haired brunette Brooklyn boy the previous winter, was plastered to his shoulders. "We can't camp. We can't get into Burning Man without our parents. Uncle Ted's family is up at the cabin. We gotta do something before school starts," Zev muttered in frustration. Though they spent almost every day together that summer, and had sleepovers practically every weekend, the boys were from different parts of the greater Reno area, and had only met through their church youth group. With Obie's hockey practice, and Zev's Little League and art classes, they knew their time together in the Fall would be rare, and they wanted to squeeze every last moment from the final weekend before the school year started. Obie thought back to Labor Day weekends in New York City, from which his family had moved the year before. Usually left for the holiday weekend to hit the beach. But that's when the idea struck. "Z - what if we went to New York?" The blond boy squinted at him, shaking his head. "Yeah, right." "No, seriously. My aunt Paula is a crazy cat lady, and the only way she can get away for a weekend is if someone she trusts takes care of her cats." Obie rolled his eyes dramatically. "And she has a LOT of cats." "Come on. My parents won't let me go to New York with you," and Obie realized it was a pipe dream. Just then, Zev's mom appeared. "We're headed out to Ted's place. Last chance to drive up." "Nah, Mom," Zev shook. "We'll ride up later." "Well, better head out by noon, then. And put on some sun screen." As she walked away, Obie jumped on his friend, trying to pull Zev out of his funk. Furiously tickling the boy's ribs, he made Zeb scream. Soon, the boy's were laughing, chasing and dunking each other, just as the Becker SUV pulled out with a small horse trailer hitched. "SUNSCREEN!" Mrs. Becker's voice bellowed as they left. "Finally!" Zev exclaimed. With little ceremony, he peeled off his bone-white briefs and threw them on the deck. Obie followed suit, hurling his skimpy undies beside Zev's. The boys' rubbery slick bodies slid across each other like porpoise flesh, and gleeful games of goosing and junk grabbing grew into tender caresses. In chest-deep water, one of Obie's hands squeegeed up and down Zev's slick, slender, submerged shoulder blades, while he held the back of his friend's neck with the other, and stared deeply into the boy's gray-blue eyes. Zev smiled back, holding Obie's face gently with both hands, and leaning in until they were nose-to-nose, and rubbed their faces tenderly. Soft, pillowy lips settled together in gentle familiarity, mouths opening like flowers, coated with morning dew. Tongues tickling and circling like synchronized swimmers, the boys fell into more passionate, needful kissing, and their pubescent poles mashed together, throbbing. Their turgid submarines collided, pressure crushing into one another, as the boys' groins welded together, hip-to- hip. Following mutual agreement, neither boy had touched himself since they'd last been together, on Thursday. With their pubescent turbines overcharging by Saturday morning, had their cocks been Tesla coils, they'd be arcing lethal voltage. Zev squeezed his friend's buttocks with both hands, loving their firm, hockey-toned texture, while Obie hugged him harder, sucking and kissing up and down the boy's throat, before quickly swimming to the side. 
"What's up, Ob?" Zev asked, his boyhood churning the water like an Olympic oarsman. Grinning, the brunette boy grabbed a couple of thick pool-noodles - bendable, buoyant, 8-foot foam cylinders - and returned. Mounting both of them between his legs, Obie floated with his hips just beneath surface, and motioned for Zev to get on, facing him. With almost twice the weight bending the noodle, the boy's dropped chest-deep, once again. But they bobbed about sitting face to face, and their cocks pounded side-by-side. "These things are so great," Zev said with a grin, and reached down to hold Obie's aching hardness agains his own, slowly stroking them at the same time. "I sneak out here and skinny dip at night, sometimes," he said quietly, studying the refracting images of his handiwork below. "And I'll float on a noodle and beat off." He went on to describe how much he loved the tubular pool float pressing up and spreading his buns, while he bobbed up and down with every stroke, dreaming of sucking Obie's 6 inch adolescence. "But you what feels even better, OB?" The blond boy asked, releasing both their dicks from his gently rubbing fingers, and giving his friend a mischievous look. "What's that Z?" Obie replied, a smile unfurling from an answer he could guess. With a bit of effort, Zev turned to ride the noodles in the opposite direction, and as the boys bobbed up and down, in the commotion the blonde ended up sitting in Obie's lap, the older boy's hardness running straight up against his groin. With a little finessing, he slid Obie's throbbing erection between his buns, pulling them widely apart with both hands. Obie held his slender 6 inches carefully, pressing his knob at the gates. With just a few rising and falling surges, Zev was impaled with the rigid, thrumming boy who was more than his best friend. The boy he couldn't stay away from; the boy he needed to live inside his ass. Zev almost laughed at the idea of a tiny Obie living in his colon condo, but the brunette's love gun hit its target, and white light flared across the Nevada skies like another UFO. "Oh, fuck, Ob!" Zev squealed, impaled like a marlin on the 14-year-old's gaff. "You're so tight, Z!" Obie's hardness was sheathed in constrictive heat that boiled his blood, if not the trace pool water circulating past Zev's anus. They were only two feet underwater, but it felt like two atmospheres of pressure compressing around his flesh torpedo. "You always say that," Zev replied, as the boys rose and sank together. "It's always true, dude," Obie whispered, cradling his friend from behind around the chest, and kissing the boy's neck though his long, blond mane. The boys sank into communion, riding the undulating noodles; Zev squeezing Obie with his bowels, and the brunette boy flex inside him. Hands gently gripping Obie's slender thighs, Zev pushed his friend downward, raising himself up, then let the buoyant pool floats propel Obie back up into him. Gentle tiny thrusts of just a few millimeters, and the boys sighed as they bounced in water that couldn't quench the fires in their loins. Telling Obie he wanted it harder, Zev leaned forward onto the pool floats, and Obie lay his chest on the boy's back. Zev's painfully hard four inches slipped between the two pool noodles, and he squeezed them together with his lithesome, yet muscular thighs. Just as the abrasive foam molded around Zev and gripped his prepubescent four-inches tightly, Obie raised his buttocks, pulling his boy hammer hammer half-way out of his friend's flesh crusher. Beads of water dripped from the few silky hairs ringing his base before he thrust back in again. Zev grunted and pushed. "Ram me good, Obie!" The brunette slid his hands up Zev's chest, to hold him from the front by his shoulders. Securely anchored in their submerged carnal junction, Obie pulled his hips back with greater force, and stabbed deeply into the 12-year-old. Zev grunted with burning pleasure, and Obie pounded into him again and again. With growing intensity, Obie drilled deeper and harder, and Zev squeezed him from inside, softly polishing his teen pipe with hot flesh. Obie's sinewy legs were like kayak oars, threshing up with his every downstroke. Zev would later tell Obie he'd been butterfly kicking like a champ, but the former New York City boy had never been on a swim team. All he knew was the powerful pressure building in his drowning scrotum, like a diving bell descending to its maximum depth. At the same time, Zev's cock was grinding in time between the pool noodles, and frail from two day's abstinence, his boyhood couldn't hold out much longer. He loosened his leg grip a little, letting his throbbing pubescence fuck the oscillating pool floats with every hammering thrust Obie brought to bear on his tender hole. They'd come to a stop at the shallow end of the pool, and Obie's feet beat through the water like a whale's dorsal fin, spraying water with the force his cock needed to spray inside Zev. Under the clear, blue, open sky, where anyone could have seen them, Obie rammed, slammed and log jammed his friend, spanking him hard with his pubis and hips, and Zev plowed the pool noodles, and they both cried out with each and every thrust. The abrasive grating was too much for the blond 12-year-old, and then Obie hit his love spot hard, and his shrill scream scared off a pair of ravens in the pasture. The heat in his ass and more pressure on his acorn and the heat on his cock collided with atomic force, and he screamed again, as a second wave rolled out from his loins. The sudden, vice-like constriction on Obie's boyhood threatened to chew through it like a jaguar. Barking silently in the watery coffin below, his cock vomited violently, but Obie gave voice to the pleasure rippling from his constricting balls with a roaring, high-pitched howl. "Gaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuh ZZZZZZZZeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!" It seemed like his very soul poured through his cock, filling his best friend's ass with two-days-worth of adolescent magic. Nevada dissolved in his eyes, and poured through his flaring love nozzle, with each and every pump. Slowly, like fish flopping on a boat deck, their thrashing ended, and Obie's hands shifted to hug Zev around the chest. "Oh shit, Ob. I keep saying `that was the best ever.' But this time was the best ever." Obie panted, catching his breath. "Dude, if it gets any better, it might just kill us." He was starting to soften, and Zev reminded him about the "No Spooge In The Pool Rule," his dad had laid out. Awkwardly, the two boys climbed out, still docked for a moment. But on deck Obie's dick dripped with slightly milky seed, which also flowed from Zev's ass. What poured out could have been worse, but Zev had prepared that morning. Still, Zev excused himself to hit the bathroom, and Obie took a chaise lounge in the shade of a tree, pondering his luck. Here he was, a Brooklyn boy who would have been totally untethered, if he had not met Zev through his church youth group. Though they were two years difference in age, in just a few months they'd become more than best friends. Just then, Zev returned, naked and pink. "You're getting sunburned, dude," Obie said, smiling as his eyes traced from Zev's feet to his smiling, gray-blue eyes. "You, too, cuteness." Obie grinned at the compliment. "Maybe your mom was right?" Zev rolled his eyes, and picked up the sun screen, while Obie stood up and motioned for his friend to lie down. "Let me do you first." Though in the shade of a tree by the house, the two young adolescents were still totally naked, and if anyone made a delivery to the ranch, there'd be no way to hide. Obie was still thrilled at this casual exhibitionism, and his dick began twitching as he studied Zev's smooth, young nudity. Laying face down on the deck chair, the long-haired blond's grace was almost girlish, but the lithe muscles were all-boy. Taking his time, Obie used the sunscreen almost like moisturizer, slowly kneading his friend's muscles, taught from swim team practice and Little League. Zev's mom, a physical therapist, had taught her son how to work tissues deeply, and Obie had eagerly learned his friend's techniques. Zev sighed, and occasionally grunted, while Obie's thumbs dug deeply into the boy's shoulders and back. Reaching Zev's creamy buns, in white contrast to his tanned back and legs, Obie spent a long time shaping and rubbing, digging and plying his friend's firm and skinny globes, from the shelving on the sides to shadowy interior. Spreading Zev's buns apart to admire his friend's well-loosened hole, he leaned in to kiss the winking starfish, teasing the boy for a moment before moving on. Reaching Zev's feet, Obie spent long minutes massaging the soles, and then each every toe, making the boy moan with occasional savagery. "Roll over, dude," Obie told his friend, and was unsurprised by the fully-engorged boyhood bouncing when the boy rolled onto his back. Four inches of thick, pubescent hardness, the circumcised, alabaster erection pounded against a hairless boy's groin, pulling its smooth, walnut-sized scrotum with every hungry pulse. Obie wanted to tease his friend slowly, but his youthful impatience took root in his rigid, 6-inch tumescence, bobbing with his pulse, and crowned with a small thatch of silky hairs. He'd grown more since he'd first met Zev, but was still way behind other 14-year-olds, and still awaiting his first growth spurt, was only a few inches taller than his best friend. Obie worked more quickly, up Zev's corded legs, and avoided the boy's needful boner, much to the boy's consternation. By the time he finished massaging sunscreen into Zev's slender chest, Obie's buddy was almost glaring at him, though suppressing a smile. "Don't you think you missed a spot?" Zev asked, rhetorically. "Oh, did I?" Obie giggled, then knelt on the deck to inspect the pale metronome beating angrily against Zev's pubis. "Seems I might have." Inspiration pulled him to his feet. "Be right back, Z!" Obie said, to his friend's frustrated dissent. Whimpering, he gazed longingly as Obie trotted into the house, buns flexing like grapefruit, and a boner swinging wildly in time with his long, brown locks. Moments later, Obie jogged back with the bottle of coconut oil Zev kept in his bedside table. Zev grinned. He loved a grease-dripping penis, especially if it were his own. Kneeling between Zev's thighs on the deck chair, Obie leaned down to kiss his friend's length, from his enraged, pink knob, all the way to his tight little sack. Then, he dragged his tongue up and back until Zev was moaning and pleading. "Come on, Ob!" Zev huffed. "Give a guy a break!" Obie grinned, and poured a generous amount of coconut oil into his palm, then greased both of his hands. Starting with Zev's tightly constricting nuts, Obie slowly worked the fragrant sex sauce into every millimeter of his friend's marble scepter. When he got to Zev's helmet, Obie twirled a thumb and index finger around the tender little target, making the boy squeal and writhe. "Obie, just jerk it, please!" "Wanna put it in me, Z?" Zev's eyes widened. Obie wasn't as crazy about being fucked as he, which was fine with Zev, the ever eager bottom. But sometimes, the need to feel Zev fill him grew from his heart, more than from his loins. "Hells yes, dude! But let me eat your boy snatch, first." Obie giggled, shaking his head at the dirty words his friend memorized from the copious porn he read. "Potty mouth." Turning to face Zev's feet, Obie straddled the boy with his knees on either side of his friend's chest. Then he lowered, almost sitting on Zev's face. He felt his buttocks spreading by firmly kneading fingers, and gentle kisses rained along the length of his valley. Obie gasped as Zev's slippery saliva serpent uncoiled around his tightly clenching hole. And as the blond boy Frenched his botton until it opened, Obie's heaving turned to high pitched moans. His turgid boyhood could not have been harder, and he had to lock his grip around the chair arms so his fists wouldn't fly to his cock's salvation. Feeling around for the coconut oil, Zev lubricated his fingers, and began to painfully pry open Obie's tight, muscular ring. Eventually, two digit glided in and out, and Obie quaked from the fire and joy he felt. "I'm ready, Z," he huffed. "Saddle up, cowboy," Zev teased. Obie would have laughed, if he weren't intoxicated with need, quickly crawling to the four-inch limb waving him over. Still facing Zev's feet, with knees astride his friend, Obie held the glistening, pulsating wand by the base and aimed it between the checks he spread with his other hand. So greasy, he missed a couple of times, before finally planting Zev's throbbing young drill in his tender tunnel. Slowly, he lowered, grunting as Zev's glans pierced into him. When the boy popped through Obie winced, and waited a moment to relax, before letting gravity propel him down. "Gaaaah," Obie groaned in painful satisfaction. "You OK, Ob?" Zev asked, tenderly tracing his fingertips around the boy's backside. "Yeah, Z," he huffed. "You feel so so good, but gimme a minute." While waiting to loosen further, Obie reached down to fondle Zev's small sack, and pulled his own down to massage them together. Both boys sighed, once again conjoined, and eventually, Obie was loose enough to squeeze his friend with his anus, and Zev signaled back with a forceful penis flex. "Here we go, Z," Obie announced, with determination, slowly raising himself a few inches, then lowering. Up and down, slowly, gently, Obie rode his friend in the position they called "the Reverse Cowboy." His ass was in flames, and the fire spread through Zev's cock, as billowing hot boy meat buffed him mercilessly. Zev's hands gripped Obie's buns like handles, urging the boy on faster. Though he could feel his climax in the distance, he knew Obie would never cum with out more direct assistance. His prostate just wasn't as sensitive as Zev's, and so the blond boy suggested they change positions. Though they had to uncouple, Obie was soon on his back, holding his knees widely spread by his hooked elbows. Zev had poured more oil into his hands, re-greasing his own cock, as well as Obie's loins and love tunnel. Leaning down, Zev's lips glided across his friend's for a few moments, and then he replaced Obie's arms with his own, holding the boy's thighs against his chest. "Ready, Ob?" Zev whispered. "Born ready, Z. Butt fuck my boy...pussy," Obie stumbled over the filthy talk he could never master. It just seemed so awkward, and both boys chuckled. But laughter turned to moans when Zev threw fire in the hole. "Oh that's it, Zzzzeee!" Obie moaned. "That's SO GOOD, dude!" "Gonna...fuck...you...so...HARD!" Zev huffed with each feverish thrust, pumping into his friend with gradually faster, and with rising force. "You're so tight!" As the boys panted, the pine-scented morning air filled with labored panting, the climbing pitch of boy moans, a wet, squelching rhythm in time with hips slapping buttocks. When his climax approached, Zev slowed, then sped up again. But neither boy could keep their mounting explosions at bay, as the friction and pressure built. And when Zev felt his balls beginning to contract, he let go of one of Obie's legs and reached down to close his fist around the boy's gleaming, oily love gun. So slippery and so hard, like an eel made of steel. Zev rammed faster into Obie's bottom, and his hand pumped his friend with a mad fury, in a vice like grip. Both boys were now sweating profusely, Zev's splashing down in Obie's abdominal puddles. Returning an arm to hold his knee up, Obie pushed as much as he could, rocking against the incoming bombardment against his little pleasure button. "Gunna cum, Z!" "Cum, Ob. Cum for me!" Zev replied, slam slam slamming his hips into Obie's defenseless bottom, and beating the older boy's cock like it owed him money. Obie's round and hairless, plum-sized sack contracted, his bowels squeezed Zev, and he wailed loudly as white heat flared from his boyhood. Three thin jets of slightly milky boy juice shot up his slender, sweat-soggy abs, then a little more drooled out as he pulsed several more times. When Obie's backside strangled Zev's pubescent poker, he wrung out what little manna remained in the boy's small sack. Zev's hips punched hard, a ramjet launching his young cock into the center of Obie's molten core. With piping moans, he ground in and out by a couple of millimeters in the crushing depths. Though his ammunition was spent, his dick pulsed with dry ejections. Slowly, the pressure on his dick lessened, as Obie's cock spent its last, and Zev collapsed onto his friend, sliding his sweat-slick arms around the brunette. With his slowing breath, Zev's softening cock slid out of Ovie's ass. The brunette sighed, and wrapped his legs around his friend's bum. Sore and happy and spent, the boys brought their lips together for tender kisses, then slowly got up to get ready for their ride up the mountain side. "I'm already saddle sore, Z," Obie said to his friend as they walked to the house, arms around each other's naked waists. "Awww. Maybe we should put a bag of frozen peas in there." ============================================================== "It's a total wreck, honey," Mrs. Becker said, shaking her head in dismay. "Just a blessing you boys decided to ride up, or Cinnamon and Maggie would be dead." When Zev's parents had driven up the federal fire road to Ted Becker's off-the-grid vacation home, a logging truck barreling around a corner had clipped the empty horse trailer. The momentum wrapped it around a tree, and ripped off half the Becker's tow hitch. Since Uncle Ted's place was on one of a handful of private properties grandfathered into a national forest with minimally maintained service roads, they'd never get their big trailer up there, and it would take a few trips with borrowed equipment to get the Becker's other horses down the hill. But that would wait until Uncle Ted and his family left after Labor Day. They were borrowing the animals for their two week, end-of-summer vacation, since they lived in the Bay Area, and didn't keep their own. "So your dad and you boys will have to have to ride Cinnamon and Maggie home, instead of driving back with us." "Dad? He doesn't need to go with us," Zev protested. "We've discussed this, honey," Mrs. Becker replied firmly. "You're not riding at night in the summer without an adult." Mountain lions had grown numerous. Likewise, it was also bear season. "Oh, look, Obie, your family's here." Zev sighed in surrender, watching one of his cousins mount his horse, Cinnamon, to lead a few other kids on a trail ride. Then, the boys walked over to greet Obie's parents, his brother and his brother's girlfriend at their car. Between the Becker's local friends, and the two families staying with Ted's family until Labor Day, there were a lot of little kids and teenagers. Over that long, hot afternoon, Zev and Obie played a lot of soccer, touch football, and cornhole (the name of which always sent the adolescents into hysterics). Water fights and Slip and Slides had most of the kids filthy by the time the sun was lowering behind the Sierras. It was starting to get chilly, and Obie and Zev joined some other boys in a bedroom to change from shorts to trousers. When the other kids left and they were pulling on their fleece sweaters, Zev asked Obie to stay for a second. "Dude, there's something I wanna tell you," Zev said hesitantly. The boy was never shy, so Obie was a little concerned when his friend wasn't direct. He worried he'd done something wrong. "Go, on, Z." "Um, well, I love you dude." "I love you, too. You're the best friend I've ever had." "No, I mean, I `LOVE' - love you." Hearing it out loud put words to what Obie had been feeling too. Zev looked at his feet, and mumbled, "I shouldn't have told you. Fuck." Obie tucked his fingers under boy's chin to raise his face, and look Zev in the eye. A couple of tears traced toward his cheeks, and his own eyes welled up. "Z, I `LOVE' love you, too, dude. I guess I have for a while." Their arms swept around one another squeezing each other tightly, as if their hearts could merge into one. Phil Becker coughed, and the boys broke a part. "I wasn't eavesdropping. No idea what you two were talking about," he lied. He hadn't meant to listen in, but searching for the boys, he'd heard Obie, and smiled that his younger son had found his first love with a boy his family liked. "Anyway, we gotta get moving. We're burnin' daylight." As they reached the make-shift summer paddock, the boys saw that Cinnamon was now rigged with an adult saddle, while Maggie had only blankets, her hackamore and reigns. "Why don't we get a saddle?" Obie asked. "It's not like the movies, Obie. Two people in a saddle - even a big one - wouldn't work for more than 5 minutes." "You know Maggie," Mr. Becker said about the old and gentle mare. "She's never bucked anyone." And that was the reason she'd become Obie's horse when they rode. "We can't even canter in the dark, anyway, so it'll be an easy ride." Mr. Becker's fingers formed a step to hoist first Zev, and then Obie up onto the bareback horse, then he mounted Cinnamon. The trio waved as people called out their goodbyes, then ambled down the forest trail. Seldom chatting, the trio listened to the woods settling in for the night, breathing in the heavy scent of pine. It wasn't just the steep incline that pressed Obie against Zev, and his arms rested in familiar comfort around the boy's waist. The rocking motion from Maggie's regular gait rubbed Obie's crotch rhythmically against Zev's firm buttocks. His boyhood could not ignore the gentle taunting, and quickly engorged against his friend at an uncomfortable angle. Obie had to slid his fingers into his briefs to readjust himself. Zev giggled, and leaned back to whisper, "Naughty boy." Yet, when Obie's fingers entwined around his friend's tummy, then felll to rest on Zev's lap, he found a similar hardness running up the front of the boy's jeans. "Mmmmhhhhmmm," he replied, giving his friend a gentle, cupping squeeze. They were only 30 minutes into a 2 hour journey home. At first, Obie thought he could make it through the gentle ride up and down Zev's firm resiliency, though he knew it would be torture. But a half-hour later, he was gritting his teeth. Grinding his teeth, Obie tried not to imagine the naked buns he yearned to ravage, now burnishing his adolescence mercilessly through two sets of denim and his own constricting undies. His hips became serpentine, coiling aggressively into his friend with every roll of Maggie's aquiline grace. Raw friction building against him, he pulled Zev against with every abrasive stroke to his pleasure-swollen penis. Surrendering to the dictator in his pants, he let it happen. He felt his nuts implode like super dense stars, and his cock screamed silently in his underpants. Holding his breath to stifle any noise, he shook silently against Zev, while his pink flesh nozzle squirted 3 little jets of boy chowder, creaming his jeans with dregs of his nectar. Gently masturbating each other to sleep later that night, they would both finish as dry as a desert. When he finally stopped shaking, Obie slumped against his friend, jaw resting on the boy's shoulder while he quietly regained his breath. Zev turned with a smile and kissed his friend's cheek. "No fair," he playfully chided Obie with a whisper. In the deepening twilight, Zev could barely see the grin stretch across Obie's face. "I'll make it all better, Z," Obie whispered, and kissed his friend's ear. 5 meters ahead, Mr. Becker switched on the headlamp he'd borrowed, and Zev followed suit. "Beautiful night, dontcha think, boys?" Mr. Becker called back. "Oh yeah, Mr. Becker," Obie replied. "Perfect night for a ride." Zev choked his laugh, just as Obie's thumb and forefinger gripped him through his jeans, and began slowly stroking his clothing-compacted length. Zev pushed into Obie's hand, strangling a moan. After only a few moments, he quietly sighed with frustration. Leaning back, he whispered, "Obie, I need to feel YOU on me." Obie struggled to slip his hand under Zev's tightly belted jeans. His hips were so slender, his jeans would fall off otherwise. As quietly as possible, Obie unbuckled the boy's belt, and tucked the brass mechanism into his friend's pocket to silence it. With the other, he quickly undid the boy's jeans, and slid his hand in the triangular opening. Soft, fluffy cotton imprisoned the boy's ragingly hard pipe, a contrast that Obie adored. The boy's boner stretched his tight, white undies like a prisoner in a straight jacket, and he spent a moment studying every contour with a thumb and forefinger. He'd have gladly spent the rest of their journey teasing Zev gently, making squirm all the way back to the ranch. And he'd spent more than one night teasing himself with a photo of his friend in only his tight, white undies; a clearly defined erection stretched up the front panel. But a muffled sound groan broke him out of selfish thoughts. Slipping his fingers inside the waistband, Obie's fingers travelled down across rock hard flesh, steaming and pulsating, and almost as wide as two of his digits. Obie's fingertips dug underneath the boy's soft, smooth and tight little sack, gently tickling Zev's tender balls, while pressing the rest of his hand against the boy's pulse-pounding urgency. And then, Obie let Maggie's clip-clopping gait do all the work, rubbing Zev's cock against his hand in a gentle, strolling rhythm. Obie's other hand slid into his friend's fleece layer, tracing around his slender chest, and tweaking his nipples to diamond hardness. Zev strangled another moan, making a weird gagging sound, and his father called back asking if he was OK. "Yeah, just swallowed a bug, dad," Zev called back, in a quaking voice, then faked a couple of coughs. The back of Zev's tender glans rubbed steadily, drily, mercilessly against Obie's palm, and his nuts tightened from the older boy's tiny caresses. When Zev's hips started gently pumping the boy into his hand, the 14-year-old knew his friend was getting close, and he hugged Zev tightly with one arm. Obie closed his fingers firmly around the 12-year-old's turgid sausage, so the boy could fully fuck his hand. Zev's hips rocked increasingly harder with Maggie's every step, and once or twice the horse snorted. And then the dark forest ignited behind Zev's clenching eyelids. His boyhood ignited, and his nuts strained almost drily. As his cock erupted with several silent detonations, a tiny pearl of boy nectar bubbled into Obie's hand, and Zev's head shook while he choked off any exhalation. Zev's headlamp tracked chaotically back and forth across the forest, and his dad called back, "What's with the light show, guys?" Zev's head stopped shaking, but he was still holding his breath while his climax slowly ended. So Obie lied. "Thought we saw an owl, Mr. Becker." "Ah, well, you have better eyes than me, kiddo." Slowly, Zev slumped back against Obie's chest, and sighed. The older boy pulled his hand out of his friend's pants, and licked it clean. Then, he quietly reset the boy's trousers. As they continued down the mountain, Obie started humming Roy Rogers' "Happy Trails." Zev giggled and then joined in. Up ahead, Mr. Becker laughed at young boys even knowing such a corny old song, then started singing the lyrics loudly, waking the forest. It was indeed a good night for a ride. ===================================================== To be continued...