Date: Sat, 29 Nov 2014 22:08:00 +0000 (UTC) From: Tague Micheals Subject: One Year Gone III I really like the main characters in this story and I'm glad that I've revisited it. Of course it's taking a turn that had not planned on initially but I'm comfortable with it. Hopefully the reader feels the same way. Hugs, Tag_m ~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ We went shooting just like we went fishing; wearing only boots. I had known for some time that I liked being naked but doing so out in the open and with another boy was way more exciting. Of course having that boy be as cute and hung as Smokey made it that much better. I was glad that Smokey had jacked me off before we went out or else I'd have been hard as a rock right off the bat. And speaking of being jacked off; wow. What a feeling that was. Smokey had gotten a canvas bag and some targets from the pack that Esther had carried and handed me the rifle. He showed me how to cradle it then hung the holster with the Peacemaker over his shoulder and off we walked, the small Sig put into the canvas bag. Along the way, which wasn't far really, Smokey explained some basics of shooting, one of which was breathing. "You know how there's a pause between breaths Colt?" I nodded my head. "That's generally when you shoot, in that pause, before you take your next breath. I'll show how it works." About 200 feet from where we were camped we stopped next to some posts that had been sunk into the ground. Smokey had me wait while he kept going and put targets on a series of trees that were various distance from where I waited. As he walked about I thought about what a terrific butt that boy had. Of course his front was spectacular. Back to where I was standing he explained the 2 sets of side by side posts that were separated by about a 6 foot wide gap. The 2 on each side were about 4-5 inches apart. All 4 posts had a series of holes drilled in them and top hole in each had a wooden dowel in it and a 12 inch wide plank resting on all four. Looked like shelving for a book case or something. Smokey looked me over then reset the dowels and plank so that it was half way between my belly button and my nipples. "This here's a shooting bench Colt. He used the pistol and the rifle by way of demonstration explaining that it was the best way for a beginner to learn how to shoot. Smokey looked at me and said, "So tell me that you aren't able to shoot the asshole out of a gnat at 100 paces Colt." I laughed. "No Smokey, this won't be like the horse riding yesterday. Honestly, I've never shot a gun before in my life." He nodded his head. He went through some basic gun safety then we started with his little Sig pistol. Smokey showed me how to hold it, how to stand and how to breathe and he did it by example. He had me watch his breathing and pulled the trigger right after his 3rd exhalation and before the 4th inhale. "See?" I did see. "Now, I want you to shoot for the bottom of the target don't go for the rings just yet. He explained how to use the sights and where he wanted the forward bead to be in the rear sight. That said Smokey handed me the gun and got me situated at the bench. He corrected my breathing, reminded me not to hold my breath but to breathe naturally. I went through a clip and Smokey explained how to change the clip out, letting me actually do it, then chambering a round. We went through 2 clips then set the pistol down and used the rifle. Smokey went through the same routine with the 30-30, firing 3 shots into the center of farthest target. "Wow Smokey, all 3 dead center," I said, obviously amazed. He only nodded his head, put the hammer at half cock then handed me the rifle. I got positioned on the bench and Smokey moved in close behind me to help get me situated. His cock was pushing against my butt crack, his breath moving past my ear and those combined with the warmth and firmness of his body made it hard to concentrate. "Smokey, you're gonna give me a big fat boner if you stay like that," I said softly. He immediately moved away. "Yeah, I know Colt, I'm sorry. I could feel it happening to me to," he said and indeed his cock was slowly rising. Still we managed to get through it and I shot the rifle. I didn't hit the rings at first but Smokey kept re-directing me and 30 minutes later I managed to get one close to the center ring. I was pretty excited and Smokey was excited for me. "Do you think I'll be able to hit the center ring as often as you did Smokey?" He had taken the rifle at one point and dropped 4 shots one after another into the center. He shrugged his shoulders. "Sure Colt but it would take a lot of practice. I mean, like thousands of rounds of ammunition. Remember, I been shooting since I was born. Heck, there ain't a person on this ranch cept'n my dad that can outshoot me, and of course my mom." Smokey wasn't bragging because that wasn't his nature; he was just sayin. We shot the big Colt which about broke my wrists. The kickback on that fucker was something else. Heck it kicked back when Smokey shot it. And loud; mother fucker that gun was loud. After going through a couple dozen rounds Smokey took it and again, lobbed 6 shots into or dead next to the center ring. The boy was amazing. We spend a good 2 hours shooting before we stopped, which was good because I was getting tired. We went back to the camp and Smokey pulled a package from the canvas bag and rolled it out revealing a blanket and cleaning tools. We sat down and he went about tearing each gun down, although the Sig was the most complicated, then cleaning each piece all the while showing and explaining what he was doing and why. During the process he had me break them down and put them back together again. We didn't get dressed at all again that day and of course after dark and in the light of the fire, Buster at our feet, we talked and of course sex came up. Like me Smokey was a virgin." "Can I tell you something Colt and you won't think bad of me?" "Sure Smokey. You can tell me anything and I wouldn't ever think anything bad about you." I decided to get totally honest with him. "I think you're an awesome boy Smokey. I don't have any friends that even come close to being like you." We had just moved to our ersatz bed, the fire providing light to see fairly clearly. "I think the same thing about you," he said, turning his head to look at me. "There are a lot of pretty cool guys on the ranch and in town and school but you're so different than all of them. I really like hanging around you and being with you and hope we can be friends." Somehow I knew all of that was difficult for Smokey. I told him I wanted us to be friends too, even best friends. I didn't really have a best friend and I wanted to know what that would be like. "Well, what I was going to say," He said softly, "Is that I'm a virgin when it comes to girls. I never even kissed a girl yet, but I done stuff with boys." "Yeah, I know that Smokey, you told me you jacked off with boys and stuff and maybe even with men." Smokey took a deep breath. "It's not just jackin off though Colt, I've sucked other boys and they've sucked me and I've, well, you know, uhmm, I've fucked boys before." I was surprised but not shocked. Grampa had all but come right out and said that boys fuck each other and it was no big deal. "Smokey, gramps told me about some of that stuff, that boys do stuff with each other out here and that's its normal. Gramps even admitted that he did stuff when he was a boy and I bet my dad did too and he said that some of them men have even done some stuff with boys, like jacking off and stuff. I have never done anything with anybody except with you and what we did today and I really liked it. So no, I don't think bad of you at all in fact I think it's awesome that you trust me enough to bring it up." I yawned then Smokey yawned and we both laughed. "We should go to sleep," he said in his soft rolling voice. I nodded my head and rolled to my side. "Uhmm Colt?" I said what. "Would it be okay if I held you while we go to sleep?" I rolled over to face him. "Yeah Smokey it would. I think I'd like that. A lot." That said I backed into him and Smokey wrapped his arms around me and I reveled in the firm warmness of his body against mine, the base of his big cock pressing into my butt. "Oh man Colt you are about the most cuddly boy I've ever been with." He spoke softly, whispering in my ear which caused me to shudder from the intense feelings. "I'm glad Smokey, really glad." Of course I had questions about that. How many other boys had he hugged like this? I actually felt a slight bit of jealousy at the thought of him holding other boys like that. But I damn sure wasn't going to spoil the moment. As I relaxed I thought about what he's said. I wondered if he would want to fuck me. What if he wanted me to fuck him? As I drifted off I concluded that the answer to both questions, if they came up, was a definite yes. I woke up in the middle of the night with Smokey's hard cock against my butt and my back, his hand wrapped around my own hard cock. His hand wasn't moving so I figured he was still asleep. I put hand on his to sort of press it tighter against me and fell back asleep like that. When I woke up Smokey was gone but Buster was still there. I stood and stretched and scratched my balls and felt on my boner then saw Smokey coming up along the river. "I had to take a crap," he said as he approached. "Come on I'll show you where." I followed him to a spot where the river turned, what water moving rapidly. "Just hold the rope and squat over the river and let it go. Then use some moss to wipe yourself and then water if you want to make sure of being really clean." I thanked him and Smokey walked off. I did my business then went back to camp where Smokey was cooking some food. We ate and got dressed and began riding farther up river. Smokey pointed out all kinds of things that one needs to know in the woods. He showed me sign from all manner of animals including a bear and showed me broken branches and leaves where animals had passed. He showed me plants and shrubs that could be used for different medicines and stuff. I was amazed at the range of knowledge that Smokey had. If I had to be stuck with someone at the end of the world Smokey would be that someone. About an hour into the ride we heard buster barking up a storm and Smokey said the dog had gotten something. We kept on riding; Buster's barking fading out then getting louder. Smokey said that the dog was running something. After another half hour it sounded like Buster had stopped moving, which Smokey confirmed. I could tell we were getting closer and 10 minutes later we found them. The dog had a big ass bear cornered at the base of a tree. "Buster; heel now," Smokey yelled out and Buster backed off immediately and came to Smokey's side, still shaking with anticipation. "Look up the tree colt." I did and about 25 feet up were a pair of bear cubs. "Mama's just protecting her young. If it weren't for them she would have run off. They wouldn't be able to keep up with her so she chose to stay and fight and fight she will. "Come on," he said and we headed off back toward the river. Buster wanted to stay of course but followed his master's directions. As we rode Smokey explained some things about animal behavior and once again I was amazed at the breadth of his knowledge. We seemed to be moving upward and pretty soon I began hearing a steady sound that seemed to grow louder and I knew we were coming to a waterfall. The river was running faster and over a lot more rocks. And then we were there. The waterfall was still a way away but the view of it was great. It fell an easy hundred feet down the fact of a cliff into a pool large enough to hold a house. Smokey led us around one side toward what looked like an area that looked very green and very lush, unlike most of the entire state, at least as far as I could tell. We headed upward away from the river to what seemed like a small plateau. "This is why I wanted to bring you up here Colt," Smokey said, pointing to a moderately sized pool of water with smoke or steam was rising off of it. I decided it was steam because it dissipated so rapidly. It was a hot spring; had to be. "I love coming up here and laying in the pool. The Indians say that it's good medicine, that the water has healing powers. I don't know about that but I sure feel pretty good when I get out." Smokey dismounted and wrapped Junior's reins to a bush and began to undress. I was right behind him. We draped our clothes across the bushes and stepped into the pool. "Fuck its hot Smokey," I yelped and pulled my foot back out. My friend laughed and agreed but kept going until the water was above his knees then cupping his big cock and his balls he sat down, the water reaching his neck. Smokey had a grimace on his smooth face but it quickly moved into a relaxed expression. I moved into the water and it was all I could do not to climb out. I kept going until I was next to him then began to sit but he stopped me. "This is too deep for you to sit in Colt it'll cover your mouth." He told me to go behind him where I'd find a ledge, which I did then I sat down although very, very slowly. I held onto my cock and my balls to protect them as much as I could and finally my butt found the bottom. After I got used to it I knew what Smokey meant. It was awesome. We lay there not moving because movement made it hotter. It felt like my energy was draining away but I felt very relaxed. "I always wanted to do some sexy stuff in there," Smokey said, glancing over his shoulder at me, "but it's too danged hot." I chuckled and said I understood what he meant. "But hey Smokey; maybe you could stay the night at my house sometime and we could play in my bathtub. It's really huge. In fact my whole bedroom is huge." He physically turned his body around to look at me. "You mean that Colt?" He looked kind of surprised. "Well yeah. Why wouldn't I?" Smokey shrugged his shoulders and said nobody ever asked him to spend the night at their house before. I was totally stunned at that. It thought every kid had or did sleepovers. I didn't know anyone that hadn't. Smokey turned back around and just sat there, just as I did. We finally got out about 15 minutes later. "Goddamn Smokey your balls are hanging almost to your knees," I said pointing to the sac in question. I never balls that hung that fucking far. Smokey commented that mine weren't exactly scrunched up. I looked down and in fact my balls had never hung that far either. "Jump in that pool to cool off and they'll shrink back up faster than a snowball in boiling water." That said Smokey dove off of the little plateau we were on, surfacing about 10 feet out. He came up out of the water like a shot and screamed then laughed and told me to just do it. I did. I shot to the surface and screamed loudly. That was water was fucking colder than a well diggers ass in the Klondike. I made quickly for the shore and stood up and walked out as soon as I could, given the rocks that were underfoot. Smokey was laughing his ass off, one of the only times I would ever see him laugh hard. Fortunately the outside temperature was about 85 so I started to warm quickly. I glanced at Smokey and saw that his balls were indeed snugged up against his crotch just like mine. Still his made a pretty big bag. We lay on the rocks in the sun to warm up and once done got dressed and headed back to camp where we had lunch. Afterwards we stripped and napped and I woke up with Smokey snuggled up against me. I really did like that. I felt safe and cared for, not that I felt unsafe or uncared for. It just felt good. We dressed and rode across the river where Smokey kept up his instruction of wood lore as we ranged far and wide. Back at the camp late in the afternoon he wrapped some potato's in tinfoil and tossed them into the coals of a new fire and a half house thereafter put a couple of small venison steaks on a grill. We sat on benches watching the fire after cleaning up and I mused on the day. "Gosh we didn't do anything sexy today Smokey," I said. He nodded his head and said he didn't want me to think that's all that was on his mind so elected to back off. I thanked him for thinking of me but told him I would never thing that. "Even if we don't do anything I still like being naked," I said. I stood and began undressing and had my shirt off before Smokey joined me. When our clothes were set aside we sat back down on the log benches, legs wide open stretched out in front of use. I could feel the heat of the fire on my balls. "You did say that there were things you could teach me Smokey," I said in a soft voice. "Yes I did. Are you of a mind to have a lesson Colton," he asked. I nodded my head. Smokey moved between my legs. "I'd like to taste you if'n ya don't mind Colt." My stomach turned to jelly but I nodded my head and squeaked out, "Okay." My cock was already close to being fully hard. It didn't much or long for me. Smokey pulled it toward him, slid my foreskin back and forth a little bit then licked at swollen, red tinged head. Watching Smokey do it was almost as good as having it done. He finally opened wide, put his mouth over the head and closed down. It felt like a jolt of electricity shot through my body. Smokey's head bobbed there, taking half my cock into his mouth before rising again, keeping his lips tight to the shaft and the rim of the head. His free hand took hold of my balls and gently rumpled them with his fingers. "Oh fuck Smokey that feels good," I moaned. I reached out and put my hand on the side of his head and face and gently rubbed it as he gave me the very first of many cock sucking's. It didn't take long before I felt myself getting ready to cum. "Oh man Smokey you gotta stop or I'm gonna squirt," I panted. The older boy backed off immediately and looked at me, his eyes half closed. I knew that expression; had seen it on my own face plenty of times. "I want you to cum in my mouth Colt. Not right now but sometime. I really want to taste your sperm." I nodded my head as Smokey stood in front of me, his big hard boner practically in my face. I thought he was going to move but when I reached out and took hold of him he stayed put, although he moved in closer. I was eye to eye with him, so to speak. I asked him how to do it and he explained. I pulled the thing down, still amazed at the size of him and like he had done to me, I licked all over the head. The difference was that Smokey had a lot of precum seeping out of his piss slit and down the underside of the swollen mushroom shaped head. I lapped it all up, reveling in the texture of his flesh before opening my mouth then closing it over the head. As I was working on him I picked up the odors emanating from his crotch. It was a rich, almost heavy fragrance that made me slightly dizzy. I loved it right off the bat. Smokey was a mouthful, period. I tried to take in some of his cock shaft, and I did, but not very much. I did let my tongue explore the head and was surprised at the spongy texture. I stroked him with one hand while the other one played with his heavy balls, cupping and fondling the big eggs. I felt Smokey's hand in my hair and then on my face and felt compelled to lean into it. "Hells fire Colt," he murmured, "Your sweet mouth feels darn good on me." I was glad for the praise, worried that I wouldn't do a very good job. Of course at the time I didn't realize there was no such thing as a not very good blow job. When I mentioned my fear to Smokey later he would clarify it for me saying that "Some are just better'n others." My mouth got sore so I stopped sucking and went back to licking; up and down the shaft and all over the head before putting it back in my mouth. I really didn't want to stop. I loved how Smokey's cock felt in my mouth and when I thought about it later I wondered if I was gay or something. In any case I'd probably still be there if Smokey hadn't stopped me. "You're gonna make me cum Colt and I'm not ready for that. `Sides I might cum in your mouth and how would I explain to the boss that you drowned on my sperm?" He chuckled at that. "Maybe we could each other together, whadda ya say?" "You mean like a 69? Yeah, sure," I replied. Of course I'd heard about them just never done it. It made me realize that despite my having traveled all over the world and seen more than Smokey likely ever would, I was still pretty naïve. Smokey actually took me by the hand and led me to our bed and lay down. I lay next to him, turned the opposite way and as I snuggled in close I could smell him again and again, I got dizzy. I wondered what I smelled like down there. As I took hold of Smokey's big cock I felt warmth spread through my body from his mouth wrapped around mine. I worked the head into my mouth and did the best job that I could sucking him. I felt Smokey's hand move onto my hip then drape down over my butt and hold on to it gently. Because of the position I was in doing that seemed logical so I did and couldn't help but feel and knead the flesh. Smokey's butt seemed almost as firm as his chest. I could hear him moaning softly as he sucked my cock, bobbing his head and taking most of it inside his mouth. Damn I wished that I could do more for him, get more of his hose into my mouth but I couldn't and somehow I knew that Smokey didn't mind. Even then, that early in our friendship, I could feel that there was something special going on and not just for me. I could feel it; could feel that the older boy looked on me as something special, although I hate that word but that was it. Smokey started stroking my cock as he sucked me and I knew that he wanted me to squirt my sperm into his mouth. He had said before that he would want me to. He started to move, gently pulling me with him. "Move above me Colt," he said in a husky voice. I did as he asked and a moment later was straddling his face, his pole upright alongside mine. I held his cock against my face and stroked it while licked at the base of the thick hunk of flesh and down onto his balls. I hadn't thought about it before but I would have expected his balls to be more hairy than they were. My cock was pulled down and went into Smokey's mouth. He stroked it while he sucked me and the fingers that weren't doing that were playing with my balls. His other hand went to my butt again and after feeling the flesh his fingers snuck in between the cheeks and gently rubbed on my hole. Interestingly enough I hadn't done much with my butthole. I knew it was sensitive because of using a bidet and of course I had felt on it a little bit but that was it. Now Smokey was rubbing a finger across it and gently using a fingertip to probe the tight muscle. It felt good, what he was doing and I felt myself getting ready to cum. "I'm gonna cum pretty soon Smokey," I managed to croak out. "Cum in my mouth Colt," he said rapidly then went back to sucking me. I felt his finger probing a little more at my hole and the amazing thing was that I wanted his finger to go inside of me, I wanted to know what that felt like. As I felt my body change I took his cock back out of my mouth and once again held it against my face and stroked him while kissing and licking at the base. I managed to get a hand under his heavy nuts and lift the sac then began licking all over it. A second later my body let go and I was pulsing my sperm into Smokey's mouth. I heard him groan at the first squirt and he seemed to suck me harder. Smokey's hips went up off the sleeping bags and I felt his cock thicken in my hand and I knew he was cumming too. I felt his sperm hit the top of my head and knew that it had shot up in the air and came down on me. I raised up, intending to put my mouth over the head and got blasted in the face. I quickly put my mouth over the spurting flesh and immediately got a mouthful of gooey stuff. I swallowed and got another one and tried to swallow that one and got another one. "Oh dang Colt, oh dang, oh fucking dang," Smokey groaned as spurt after spurt of his sperm went into my mouth. I finally had to open it a little to let the excess drain out while still trying to swallow the stuff that was flooding my mouth. I would learn later that I wasn't the only boy that had difficulty swallowing all of Smokey's cum. Like all good spermings it was soon over, sooner for me than it was for Smokey, but over none the less. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and moved from above him and saw his sperm running down his cock like wax on a candle. Actually I had felt it so it wasn't too much of a surprise. The amount of the stuff was the surprise. "Oh gosh Colt my sperm is in your hair and on your face and mouth," Smokey said, his eyes still half closed. "It looks cool. I hope you're not mad at me." "I wish I could see it," I told him then added that there was no way I could be mad at him. "I tried to drink all your cum Smokey but there's just too much of the stuff." He chuckled. "Yeah, I know. Once out on a ride one of the boys want the rest of us boys to squirt our cum on his face. There were 5 of us. I went first and I swear I pretty much covered him just with my sperm. Come on let's get you cleaned up. Well, me too," he added. We went to the river's edge and managed to get most of the stuff cleaned off of me. "We'll do a sponge bath in the morning Colt," Smokey said, "get the stuff out of your hair." Then he took my hand and led me back to the fire and plopped down. "Can we sit so I can hold you Colt? Would that be okay?" I heard the apprehension in his voice, the fear of being rejected or thought badly of. "I'd like that Smokey," I answered and saw a visible sign of relief. He sat on the deeper of the benches, the one that had a backrest, and I sat between his legs and leaned back into him, Smokey wrapping his arms around me and holding me gently. Even today I can remember that moment; the warmth and firmness of his body, the feeling of being safe, protected, comforted and cared for. Smokey rested his head against mine and I felt my body relax totally into his. "This is so nice Colt," he murmured against the side of my head. My arms and moved up over his as if to hold them to me. I gently hugged them in response. "I know Smokey." We sat there quietly in the glow of the fire, watching the dancing flames, each lost in his thoughts, not saying anything for easily 5 minutes. I could feel Smokey's heart beating, a gentle, barely recognizable rhythmic thumping against my back. "I think I'm gay Colt," he said. He said it so quietly that, had there been any other noise around us I wouldn't have heard him. I wanted to turn around and look him in the eye and ask what he meant, why he thought that way, but I didn't. Somehow I knew that not looking me in the eyes was easier for the older boy and I knew that what he had said may well have been the most difficult thing he'd ever done in his life. "Okay. I mean, I'm okay with that Smokey," I turned my head a little bit when I said it; not enough for eye contact but enough to let him know that I meant what I said then hugged his arms for emphasis. He hugged me a little tighter then relaxed and when he did I snuggled into him a little more and murmured a yummy sound. It took a solid minute before he spoke again. "I wondered about it for a long time," he said, his voice barely audible, "Ever since I was little and then when I got older, because of how I like doin stuff with other boys. But then most of the boys on the ranch like to play around so I didn't think much about it; I started figuring it was pretty normal. When I was younger and just started beatin off and stuff I thought about girls a lot and of course the rest of the boys were always talking about girls or sometimes had magazines with pictures of naked girls. I did too just to fit in but by the time I was half way through being 13 I only thought about boys. "I found myself looking at boys and wondering what they looked like naked and wondered how big their boners got and did they make lots of sperm and things like that. I looked at men too and wondered the same things. I really hoped I could find a man that would feel the same way I did and that would do stuff with, teach me stuff. Still, I wasn't really positively sure. I thought maybe as I grew up I'd grow out of it like other boys I know did. There have been other boys on the ranch that played when they were younger but by the time they got to 16 they pretty much stopped. I sort of figured, well, hope is a better word I guess. I hoped that it would go away and I'd be normal and like girls. "Then you came along." That really got my attention, not that I hadn't been listening or anything. Smokey moved so I moved and, still sitting between his legs, turned around to face him. "When I saw you the first time the other day Colt I knew for sure I was gay, that it wasn't very likely that I'd ever really like girls. I know it sounds stupid but..." He paused, "I fell in love with you. Right then and there. I was so afraid that you or Colton senior would be able to hear my heart beating because it was like roaring loud to me. My first thought was what a beautiful boy you were. Maybe not beautiful like in girls but you know, cute but even more than that. When I heard you speak my heart just about shot out of my chest. I was so impressed, just like everybody else, at your riding and I knew you weren't going to be a city sissy boy that I would have to babysit for a year and all that made me love you even more. "When I went home that night I took a shower and before it was over my cock was harder than it ever had been, it seemed like it anyhow. I went to my bed and pretended that we were lovers and I was holding you and kissing you and telling you how much I loved you. I thought about sucking your cock and you sucking mine. I started to think about me fucking you but stopped because it felt like I was being disrespectful of you. You were so sweet and innocent and having those thoughts about fucking you seemed to devalue you in my mind so I couldn't. "I sucked my own cock, fantasizing that it was you sucking it and when I squirted it blasted my sperm into my mouth. Even I couldn't swallow it all. Afterwards my body was so hotted up it seemed like every nerve ending was on fire. I jacked off again only slower and kept dreaming about you, kissing and holding you and everything else. I took my time, almost 20 minutes, before I squirted again. Afterwards it still took me 10 minutes to calm down." Smokey alternated between looking me in the eyes and staring at the fire. "I thought at first it was just because you're a new boy. We don't get new boys on the ranch hardly at all but we always get them at school or in town. But that's not it either. It's just," he paused then went on, "I don't know what it is Colt but I do know this. I love you." Then came the biggest shock of all, as if all that wasn't enough. Tears started welling up in Smokey's gorgeous blue eyes and a couple of them rolled down his cheeks. The expression on my face gave me away and Smokey smiled. "Those aren't sad tears Colt, they're very happy tears. I know that there isn't a lot of chance that you'll feel the same way that I do but I've said what I needed to say. And saying, well, I've figured a big pack of shit out and answered some questions that have been bothering me for a long time. I don't feel mixed up about it anymore. And the real big part is that there isn't another person in the world that I would want be the first person that I shared it with than you." At that point tears began welling in my eyes and before Smokey could say anything I giggled. "They're happy tears for me too Smokey. You're right, I probably won't ever feel exactly the same way that you do but do but there are a couple of things I can say. One is that I am honored that I got to be the first person you told about your feelings and stuff and maybe the first boy you've ever loved. "And number two is that you're the most amazing boy I have ever met and right now my heart is hammering in my chest because of the feelings that I have for you. I want to explore all those things with you Smokey; the kissing and hugging and even fucking. I know I'll go back home in a year and I know now that what my gramps said is true. I know that I will look back on this as one of the most memorable years of my life because it already is. Meanwhile we have a lot of time to make it even more memorable." That said, I moved forward and kissed Smokey on the lips. It wasn't a long one but it wasn't the kind I gave my mom and dad either. "Your lips are so soft Colt," Smokey said then gently wiped the tears from my cheeks. Smokey leaned forward and kissed me. The kiss was longer than the first one and we both moved our mouths a little bit. When we broke away I said, "Your lips are really soft too Smokey. I think we should be more comfortable though so we can practice." I stood up, took Smokey's hand, and led him to our bed.