Date: Wed, 12 Dec 2018 06:10:05 +0000 (UTC)
From: "tag.michaels@yahoo.com" <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: One Year Gone 14

Not much sex in this chapter, plenty more in the next one. N-joi
Hugs,
Tag_m

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Breakfast was venison, cooked chicken fried steak style with country
sausage gravy, country fried potatoes, bacon, eggs to order, toast and
orange juice or whatever else we chose to drink.

"My god Belinda May," my said, "this is incredible. How you can manage to
stay so thin is beyond me."

"She's got the metabolism of a gazelle," my grandfather said. "That and
good quality exercise." He barely gave me a glance but I knew what he was
saying. The randy old goat.

"I talked to your mother Colt and she's fine with us inviting Mack's family
to spend Christmas with us but keep it under your hat please. If Mack gets
wind of it he'll figure out a way to derail it."

"No problem dad." We took our time with breakfast and dad declared that it
was nice to just sit and take his time for a change. My mother agreed. They
had very busy schedules and in fact, it had taken some doing to get those
schedules arranged in order to take a week off although in dad's case it
wasn't to hard. He did own the company after all.

"I suppose I should pull down my rifle and give it a going over," my dad
said as things wound down.

"You've got a rifle dad," I asked, clearly surprised at the
information. Never in a million years could have I pictured my dad with a
gun of any kind in his hands. Gramps laughed.

"There are a lot of things about your dad that you don't know Colt. For
instance, that 4 point mounted behind my desk, that was your dad's first
kill." He chuckled again at my surprise and when I asked him why he'd never
said anything about it his answer was simple. You didn't ask. To my dad he
said,

"I put a couple dozen round a year through it son but as a good
conscientious gun man I know you will tear it down just to make sure.

"Come on Gideon," I said, let's go take our showers."

"Can we shower together Colt," my little brother asked before we got to the
top of the stairs.

"I was hoping you'd ask," I replied, which got me a walking hug. We
stripped quickly went into the bathroom to start with tooth brushing,
although I needed to take care of my morning dump, which I did..

"Don't you just love a bidet Colt," Gideon commented as I plopped my ass
down on mine. "I love warm water splashing my asshole." I shot him a
knowing grin. We traded places and 3 minutes later were in my shower which
Gideon thought was about the coolest thing ever. When I suggested that he
let me wash him, Gideon retorted that he was a little kid anymore.

"Yeah, but trust me, you're gonna love it." Gideon was purring after the
first 10 seconds. I massaged his back, worked his chest while standing
behind him, tweaked his little nipples a bit and got him moaning. My cock
was pushed against his little butt at the top of the cleft. It was still
soft but that wouldn't last much longer.

I worked my way down to the small of his back and worked my thumbs into the
muscle then moved down to his delicious little cheeks. After a good soaping
and rubbing I slipped my soapy fingers inside his crack then went down,
moving under him and grazing his hole.

"Oohhh gosh colt," he groaned and moved a foot outward to give me full
access to his puckered little muscle. I ran my finger back and forth over
it, pushing against his balls with each pass, before gently pushing my
finger up inside of him.

"Holy fuck Colt that feels good," my little brother groaned. I reached
around him and began working his fully hardened cock and his balls,
squishing them around with my soapy finger and causing more moaning. Of
course, by then my own cock was fully chubbed and pressing against his
upper thigh. I didn't really finger fuck Gideon, just got it in there and
kept it there for a bit then pulled it out and stepped away from him. He
turned and all but slammed into me raising his head up to kiss, which we
did, all the while my brother was moaning and groaning.

"Can we go to your bed and have sex Colt, pleeeeze," Gideon begged.

"Yeah but we don't have time for a long drawn out thing Giddy. Dad's gonna
want to get going." He agreed so I did a quick wash and rinse and we got
out. We both needed to hit our hair with the dryer so did that then hopped
into my bed where Gideon was all over me like a bad habit, kissing me like
a mad man. I responded in kind.

As soon as he got that out of the way Gideon went for my cock. He goof
around and poke at it or play with my balls or any of that. He held it up,
put his head down, and went right to work sucking me causing me to sigh
heavily and just lay back and let him have his way with me. I said it
before and I'll say it again, I had never harbored a desire for my
brother. Hell, 6 months before that I hadn't harbored any desire for
another boy and I still didn't, not exactly anyway. I thought of it more as
situational.

I was a 13½ year old boy who seemed to have a boner more often than not
and there was a ready supply of boys who were willing to relieve the
pressure so why not put the situation to good use. Still, I knew that I was
going to fuck Gideon and it made my cock throb a little more just thinking
about that. Watching his sweet lips move up and down my cock just brought
all of those feelings right up to the top of the cup.

"Let me suck on you Giddy," I said, my voice husky with lust. He moved
immediately and as he moved up alongside of me I noticed that his bright
blue eyes were half lidded as well and while I had seen the look on Stormy,
it was still difficult for me to think of my little brother being a sexual
being. I didn't dwell on it however but moved down alongside his waist and
took a moment to admire him. God he was so smooth and so desirable. His
cock was so hard that it stood almost straight up in the air, pulsing along
with his heart beat. I took hold of him, put my head down to his lap and
closed my mouth over his cock.

Like Stormy, my little brother's cock was easy to swallow, although in my
own defense, I had gotten pretty good at swallowing a 6 inch cock with no
problem thanks to Kenny and Jared. I had been with other boys over the
summer at some rodeos and fairs and while we were out on the range although
nobody had a cock like Smokey. But I'd been with boys my age and a little
older so I'd gotten plenty of practice. Then of course there had been
summer fuckathon where I'd done the twins, Jerome, and Mikey. But I'd found
that being with a preteen boy was sort of special to me. Maybe I'd been
thinking of Gideon when I did them, I don't know but I sure did love their
softer smooth bodies.

"Oh hell fire Colt that feels good," my brother groaned as I bobbed up and
down on his lap. I felt on his balls while I did it which got more moans
and groans. In the interest of time I began jacking him while I suckled
just the head, using my tongue as well for more stimulation. It didn't take
long before he was ready to go.

"I'm cum soon Colt I know," he mumbled through gritted teeth. Sure enough
not 20 seconds later he cried out and thrust his hips up off the bed. I
felt his cock thicken then pulse just like sperming boys do but of course
there was no liquid. I kept it up until he giggled and squirmed and pushed
my head away.

I backed away, moved up alongside him but stayed on my knees then bent over
to kiss him. Gideon threw his arms around my neck and kissed me back with
all the passion that I was learning he had. When we finally broke the kiss
he said,

"Oh man Colt none of my friends can suck cock like you do. I know you been
getting some practice and I bet I know where and I know that you'll tell me
eventually. Can I suck you and make you cum? I really want you to cum in
mouth, really bad."

"It would take forever Giddy so how about if you suck on my cock and I'll
jack off?"

"That would be cool too." That said, I had him moved further down the bed
then straddled his chest and leaned over his face. It wasn't the most
comfortable so we changed positions so that we were lying facing each other
and he sucked my cock that way and I jacked off. Now, I have to say that
worked especially well for a couple of reasons. It was hot as fuck to see
him like that but I could also fuck his mouth much better. It also allowed
Gideon to take more cock down his throat, which he did. I got to rub his
head a little bit too when I was squeezing the weasel.

Gideon alternated between feeling my balls and holding on to my butt to
encourage me to fuck his face and more than once I felt my pubic hair push
against his nose. Fuck, the little boy took my entire cock into his mouth
and throat and I wondered how he was getting practice. I'd find out later
that carrots, cucumbers and bananas were his practice toys of choice.

I didn't have to stop at all for him to catch his breath or anything. I was
savvy enough to pull my cock out quickly on those times when he took the
whole thing so he never did choke.

"I'm gonna cum really soon Giddy," I finally panted. When I got real close
I quit stroking myself and put my hand on the back of his head to keep it
still. "Oh fuck Gideon, I'm cumming," I cried out in a loud whisper.  "I'm
cumming in your mouth Giddy, oh fuck."

Indeed, I fired off a good 5 jets of sperm and to his credit my little
brother took it all. It was a very powerful orgasm for me, much like my
first times with Smokey and certainly my first time with Stormy. It left me
shaking and panting like a race horse. When I started to pull out Gideon
stopped me by holding on to my butt so like a good lover I stayed put. His
tongue continued to work across my cock head until it became to sensitive.

"I pulled out Gideon, it tickles too much." He let go of me and I rolled
onto my back then he moved above me just like I had done to him and planted
his face against mine for some post sperming kissed.

"Fuck Colt that was incredible. And I took all of your cock down my throat
didn't I? I know I did because I could feel my nose against your
hairs. That was awesome as hell and I want to do it some more." I laughed
out loud.

"I know Giddy, I was thinking the same thing when it happened. So, speaking
of practice you've been getting some too." It was his turn to laugh and he
admitted to the vegetables and fruit play things.

"We gotta get dressed and get going," I said and we got off the bed and
tromped to my closet. Dressed, we grabbed our jackets, hats and gloves and
headed downstairs. Everybody was in the living room chatting and drinking
coffee.

"Smokey will be up in 10 minutes," Gramps said. "Are you taking your
Winchester," he asked me. I said yes so went into the den and pulled the
fiberglass traveling case out, got my rifle out of the glass gun cabinet
and popped it in the case.

"It's cool you have your own gun Colt," my brother said.

"Yeah, gramps gave it to me my first week here. You'll get one too when
it's your year to be here."

"I'm not sure I want to do it Colt," he said seriously. "I mean, I don't
know anything about being a cowboy and stuff." I got down to a knee in
front of him.

"Well, for one thing Giddy you don't have a choice. It's what all Koregan
males have to do. Second, trust me, you'll love it. Nobody expects you to
know anything about country life when you get here, they'll teach
you. Besides, we got 3 or 4 years before you have to do it and I'll teach
you a bunch of stuff." He hugged me tightly. "Plus you'll have Smokey and
Stormy to show you the ropes."

"Thanks Colt. You're the best." I loved hugging my little brother.

Back in the living room I grabbed a cup of coffee but only got it half
drunk when Smokey showed up which was announced by a knock on the front
door.

"Hello Stormy, come in please," Belinda May said.

"Hi miss Belinda May," the boy said in his high pitched voice.

"Hey Stormy," gramps said, "how's it hangin?"

"Like an elephants trunk sir," Stormy answered without missing a
beat. Gramps laughed out loud and Belinda May chastised him but with a
chuckle of her own. Stormy was so fucking cute that he got away with a lot
of shit and trust me, he knew that and used it but didn't abuse it. Besides
gramps started it.

"That funny Stormy," my brother said, "I'll have to use that one?"

"I'd better not hear it young man," mom said but not without mirth. Mom was
no shrinking violet, she was used to the Koregan humor. Gramps introduced
her to Stormy to which he replied,

"A pleasure to meet you ma'am." That all said we headed out to the
suburban. Dad had asked mom if she wanted to go but she declined.

"You boys go ahead and play, I've got some contracts that I have to go
over." Mom was a corporate attorney but not with any of our
companies. Before we made it out the door she said, "Stormy would you
please tell your mother that I'll call her after lunch." The little hottie
nodded his head, said he would be happy to deliver that message.

As we headed down the hill Smokey said that his dad was the range and that
we'd meet him there. The ranch had 2 ranges, an outdoor and one sort of
indoor. The indoor one was primitive, only built for sighting in rifles
during the winter months. It was nothing more than a 20 foot wide and 10
feet deep, 150 foot long trough that had been plowed out of the earth. The
dirt from it had been piled on both sides of the trench although on one
side much higher than the other. Canvas had been draped down to cover the
inside walls then pecker poles, that is trees that were less than 10 inches
in circumference, were laid across the dirt mounds then inexpensive
fiberboard nailed onto that. Then it was hot mopped and canvas laid on top
of that. It kept out the snow and rain and at least some of the cold and a
large space heater in the shooting end of the range helped. A strand of
lights ran down both sides and the middle so there was plenty of
light. That's where we found Mack.

We set our gun cases on a heavy wooden bench that ran the full width of the
range and five minutes later dad and Mack were shooting. Stormy ran down
and retrieved the targets and once again I was surprised. Not nearly as
good as Mack but still he was in the inner rings of the bullseye.

Me Smokey and Stormy all shot off a few dozen rounds and even Gideon shot a
few rounds from Stormy's 22. Smokey of course shot almost on par with his
dad and even Stormy made the bullseye once while the rest of his shots went
into the rings. We spend a good hour and a half shooting and listening to
dad and Mack tell stories from dad's year on the ranch. His Grandfather
William "Buck" Koregan had been alive and running the ranch then. I had no
recollection of my great grandfather although I've seen pictures of him
holding me when I was a boy of about 2 years old.

"Old Buck was something else," Mack said. "I remember him getting into a
fight with a guy in town who was mishandling his wife at the feed store,
although it wasn't much of a fight. Buck had some very strict beliefs
around hitting women and in his book it just wasn't done, no matter
what. The guy had slapped his wife across the face. Now, the word around
town was that he knocked her around from time to time but that time he did
it when Buck was present. Buck walked up to him and without saying a word
slammed one of his ham sized fists into the guys' face and broke his
nose. Told him if he ever heard of the guy laying a hand on his wife again
he'd put him down. Buck was 74 years old at the time. Nobody fucked with
Buck Koregan."

"I remember," my dad said, "he generally treated people with dignity and
respect, no matter what, even if someone wasn't treating him in the same
manner. However, he did have a line and a man better not cross it if he
didn't want an ass whoopin."

We finally left and headed back to Mack's house to clean the rifles and
have lunch. Gideon was pretty amazed at how fast Stormy tore his 22 down,
cleaned it and put it back together. He would ask me later about that and I
explained what Smokey had told me when I first arrived at the ranch. In his
family, you held your first firearm before you were out of diapers and were
shooting by the time you were 4 years old. By age 6 you could tear a gun
down and put it back together blindfolded. Gideon's only response was
"wow".

We sat down to a lunch of Lou's amazing mac n cheese with ham bits and
chocolate brownies that Sky had helped her mother bake that morning. Talk
was light and non-directed until we were having desert.

"Are you guys going to your parents for the holidays Lou," my dad asked
casually. She sighed.

"Naw, my sisters are having too much drama that I'm not part of so we're
staying home this year.

"Yay," Stormy said adding that his aunts drove him crazy. His mother
agreed.

"So,' my dad said, "There isn't any reason why you can't join us at Raven's
Cay for the week. Dad's flying the Gulf down so there's plenty of room."
Lou's mouth dropped open a little as she looked at her husband.

"Well," Mack said in his slow drawl, "I need to talk with Lou and Senior to
make sure there aren't things that need to be done."

"Honey, there isn't anything pressing," she said to Mack, then to my dad as
she stood and went to him, "We'd love to Colt, thank you." She hugged my
dad and kissed his cheek.

"So, we're going to spend Christmas on an island," Stormy said and my
little brother said yep. The little hottie jumped up and yelled another yay
then ran to my dad and gave him a hug too, thanking him.

"Well," Mack said with an ever so slight smile, "I guess that's settled.

"There is one condition," my dad said, "and that is; no gift giving. That
said, I can't promise that my dad won't get gifts for everyone but that's
his choice." It was true that we didn't really give gifts at Christmas. Our
parents gave us things throughout the year and our birthdays were generally
a big deal and besides, we had everything we'd ever need or the money to
get it if we wanted.

Stormy wondered aloud what there was to do so dad let me run through the
list which included swimming, scuba diving and snorkeling, fishing, water
skiing, paragliding and so on. "We can even hunt boar on one of the other
islands."

"Speaking of hunting," Smokey broke in, "It's getting late in the season
and Colt hasn't bagged his first deer. We should think about going out."
Mack nodded his head and asked his oldest son what he'd had in mind.

"I was thinking about the old McCleary place." He went on to explain that
it was an old homestead that the ranch had acquired many years before and
the cabin updated and modernized a little bit.

"Good choice son," Mack said, "when were you thinking of going?" Smokey
said maybe the next day but Mack had a different thought. "Why don't you go
out this afternoon, get some sledding in and be in the orchard before first
light."

"That would be great dad." He looked to my dad. "Would that be okay with
you sir," My dad gave an instant approval stating they had no real plans
other than to relax. Smokey looked to me and I nodded my head. I'd been out
with a couple of hunting parties but hadn't hunted. I felt that the timing
then was right for me to try my hand at it. Gideon was quiet throughout the
discussion and I knew why. He was thinking that he and I wouldn't be able
to play sexy. Little did he know, nor did I say anything. It would happen
or not and my bet was on it happening, whatever "it" might be. I was sure
that Stormy would be the catalyst, or the instigator, depending on one's
point of view.

Twenty minutes later we in my room getting extra clothes and, as I had
figured, Gideon brought it up. I sat him down and explained to him. "I know
you're disappointed Gideon but I think you're going to have fun. We'll have
plenty of time to play and who knows, maybe it will even happen tonight."

"You mean with Stormy and Smokey there?" He couldn't imagine that
happening.

"You never know Giddy," I said shrugging my shoulders. I saw a brief
flicker in his beautiful eyes but it quickly disappeared.

"If you say so Colt." I ruffled his head and we finished tossing a change
of underwear a clean shirt and toothbrush into my overnight bag, grabbed my
sleeping bag then headed downstairs, my knife on my belt. Gramps had a
spare sleeping bag for Gideon. Smokey was there 30 minutes later and we
headed out, bags of frozen venison stew courtesy of Belinda May. At
Smokey's house we transferred our stuff to a 1975 Dodge Power wagon with a
crew cab. That damned thing could almost go up a vertical hill, almost. All
of our gun cases were secured in the bed along with our overnight bags and
more food from Smokey's mom. Stormy threw a couple sleds and saucers into
the back as well. Our sleeping bags joined Stormy and Smokey's in the cab
and we piled in, Buster riding in the bed of the truck and off we went.

We headed north toward heavily hilled country and after a 20 minute drive
pulled off the highway onto a dirt road stopping 25 feet in so Stormy could
jump out and unlock a steel bar gate. After re-locking it, Stormy jumped
back in and off we went, Buster running and sniffing as we headed upward
into the tree covered hills. The snow had to be 2 feet deep but the power
wagon trudged along as if there was no snow at all and a mile in we pulled
up in front of the cabin.

It sat at the foot of a plateau that rose up gradually behind it, the top
at least 150 feet up, and stretched as far as the eye could see in either
direction. Of course, with the snow coming down as heavy as it was, you
couldn't see more than 200 feet. Smokey informed me that it ran for 3
miles. A road angled through the somewhat sparse trees and up the face of
the cliff but the snow was coming down thick enough that I couldn't see
where it ended at the top.

A covered porch ran across the front and down both sides and was stacked
almost to the ceiling with firewood except in front of the windows that sat
on each side of the entry door. We all hauled stuff into the cabin where
Stormy lit a couple of Coleman lanterns while Smokey laid a fire in the old
stone fireplace and had me lay one in the old wood cookstove that sat in
the far corner that would best described as the kitchen. Essentially there
were no rooms, just a large open space with the "living area to left when
you went through the front door and the kitchen area to the right. There
was a large wooden fire wood rack on the left side of the fireplace and a
fold away clothes rack on the other. There was a small wood box beside the
cook stove as well. It was easy to figure out that anyone living in the
cabin for any length of time would go through a shit ton of firewood.

As we went about our chores Smokey explained that the run down cabin had
been remodeled about 15 years before and served only as a hunting cabin. It
had a new roof put on, a new interior wall with insulation behind it and
new windows. A 10 acre lake sat at the top of the plateau and an
underground water line ran from it to a 500 gallon cistern that sat against
the hillside behind and to one side of the cabin. Gravity fed, the water
was constantly being replaced. It allowed the cabin to have running water,
albeit unheated which also allowed for an enclosed toilet area at the back
of the cabin. Primitive but functional. Any hot water would have to come
from heating it on the stove.

"It's cold in here now," Smokey said, "but by the time we get back from
sledding it'll be hot enough to make you go roll naked in the snow. To
Stormy he said, "open the kitchen faucet and flush the toilet a couple
times please. It didn't take long for Smokey to get a roaring fire going
and the fire in the cook stove was hot enough that I could toss some large
pieces of wood in and damper it down.

"I guess we can go sledding," Smokey said so we headed outside and into the
Power Wagon. Smokey drove up the road to the top of the plateau and back
down, the return trip being off to the side of his previous tracks thus
widening the sled run. From there it was fun and games.

I had spent time at the major winter resorts of Europe and the US and was a
more than passable skier but sledding that afternoon was some of the most
fun I'd had at that activity. Maybe it was because it was so primitive and
not so commercialized and thus a little more risky or even dangerous. Maybe
it was because we created the run, packing it down by actually using it. I
don't know, and don't care. It was just plain assed fun. All 4 of us were
laughing our asses off as we tore down the slightly winding road at
breakneck speeds, crashing into a snowbank at the bottom.

We took turns riding double on a couple of the sleds and saucers hitting
the snowbank in a tumble of arms and legs. One on trip it was me and Stormy
and as we started back up the hill he asked about Gideon.

"Are gonna be able to play sexy with him around Colt," my hot little
part-time lover boy asked, "or are we gonna have to hide it?" I thought
about the question and decided to answer it honestly.

"To tell the truth Stormy, my little brother does want to do stuff with me
for sure. He actually told me so and he's kind of worried the we won't be
able to. He doesn't know that you me and Smokey are already playing
together." Stormy gave that some thought then said,

"How about if I start things going with him. I mean, after we go back in
we'll have to dry our clothes off which means just hanging out in our
underpants. I'm pretty sure we can get to where we're naked." I knew that
Stormy could pull it off and do it without it being real obvious so told
him I'd leave it up to him. He responded with,

"Good choice." We kept on sledding until it started to get dark then went
back to the cabin, tired but happy. As Smokey had predicted, the cabin was
blazing hot and we all quickly stripped to our underwear and hung our wet
clothes on the rack to dry out and our boots on a boot rack close to the
fireplace..

"Gosh those are cute underwear Gideon," Stormy said about my little
brother's deep purple bikini style briefs. "Are they comfortable?" Gideon
nodded his head.

"Yeah they are. They hold my stuff nicely. You can try em on if you want
to." Stormy didn't give that a second thought but said okay so both little
boys stripped naked and Gideon handed his underwear to Stormy who slipped
right into them.

"How do they look," he asked to the group in general.

"Pretty hot Stormy," I said and his brother nodded his head. Gideon asked
how they felt and the boy said they felt good and that it did hold his
stuff snugly.

"Feels kind of sexy," he said with a grin.

"They look kind of sexy," Gideon said then added, "You can keep them if you
want, I got lots of em." Stormy was already in the process of taking them
off but asked if Gideon was serious and my brother said, "hell ya." The
adorable little boy put the briefs in his overnight bag while my little
brother didn't make any move toward his to get another pair.

"Why don't you guys get the sleeping bags laid out and I'll toss dinner in
the oven," Smokey said. Neither boy made any move to put clothes on and I
have to say that being the company of two beautiful and sexy naked boys
just about made me pop wood. I knew too that their continuing to stay naked
was a prelude to a sex filled evening. What I didn't know was exactly how
that would pan out, not that it mattered.

"Hot damn aren't they just the cutest fucking little boys you ever laid
eyes on," Smokey asked me quietly after we'd gone out onto the porch for
some relief from the heat.

"Fuck yes they are," I said just as quietly. I went on to explain the
conversation that Stormy and I had earlier and Smokey nodded his head.

"Well let's hope because I been wanting to fuck your tight little ass for 3
days," my lover said. It had been a least a week since Smokey and I'd had
sex. With school in session we didn't have the among of free time or
privacy that the summer months had afforded us.

"That's good Smokey because I've missed your big fat cock in my tight
little ass." I melted into his arms, kissed him hard on the mouth then we
just hugged for second but it was a long enough second that the little guys
caught us when they came out to escape the heat.

"What the hell," Gideon said, surprise in his high pitched voice.

"Smokey just cracked my back," I said as we stepped apart, Gideon looking
right at Smokey's bulge while Stormy rolled his eyes.

"And I have an albino stallion I'll sell you," he said under his
voice. Gideon either didn't hear the little hottie or ignored it.

"Will you crack my back Smokey," he asked. Smokey said he would, so lifted
Gideon up, my little brother wrapping his arms around the teenager's
neck. Smokey held him tight and went through the clutching motions at mid
back then on Gideon's lower back. Of course, my little brothers' cock was
pressed against Smokey's belly.

"Damn," Gideon said when Smokey set him back down, "That was like being
held by a rock." I chuckled as did Stormy.

"You wouldn't be the first person to say that," Stormy said. "And I
probably wouldn't be the first person to say that you got the cutest damned
butt Gideon."

"Really; you think so," my brother responded and in a typical fashion
arched his head around as if to look at his own ass.

"Yeah, really," Stormy said.

"I think you got a cute butt too Stormy, a really cute butt," Gideon
said. "Makes me want to squeeze it." Stormy got a huge grin.

"I wouldn't mind that at all Gideon."

"Well, how about if you two sexy boys put off any butt squeezing until
after dinner," Smokey said. The two hotties looked at each other and said
"okay" in unison then broke out laughing and walked back into the cabin,
each with an arm tossed across the other's shoulder. If one little boy butt
was amazing, two were knocking the ball right out of the park.

"Well," Smokey drawled, "I guess that pretty much answers my question." I
kissed him quickly on the mouth and we followed the sets of glorious cheeks
into the cabin.

Inside, Smokey pulled the shepherd's pie and a small loaf of garlic bread
from the oven while Stormy hauled out paper plates and plastic utensils.
Stormy observed that it wasn't fair that he and Gideon were naked while
Smokey and I were not.

"It's because we aren't little boys," I said with faux smugness.

"Coulda fooled me," Stormy retorted without blinking an eye.

"Besides, we wouldn't want to scare you," Smokey said.

"Three feet of horse's cock didn't scare me so I doubt that 3 inches of boy
cock would," the little boy quipped. Gideon's head was moving back and
forth as if he were watching a tennis match. Instead of dragging things
out, knowing that we'd be naked eventually in any case, Smokey and I both
tugged our briefs off at the same time then stood before the
younglings. Gideon's eyes went wide.

"Jesus Christ someone call animal control," he practically yelled, "there's
a python loose in the house."

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